Dusk to Dawn, and the Beast Within (Open)

[Enzair]

Castle Town Graveyard (just outside of castle town)
Two hours to sunset
Three nights to full moon

Dusk, the time between day and night, a two-hour time and it had just started. Two hours from now it will be night, for others they would be sleeping soundly, partying all night, or whatever plan they have, for Enzair nights were never to his liking, every night he would transform into a beast, not by his choice, during the day he can change himself, but at night it is another story, almost a curse.

Enzair stood in the center of the graveyard at a rather large headstone with elaborate symbols engraved onto it, and engraved on a copper slat was the name ‘Jack Enzair’. Enzair’s Great grandfather, the beginning of his darkened bloodline, and the beginning of this curse of the night. He was in his families section of the graveyard, surrounded by 20 headstones with the last name Enzair. Enzair’s real name is Delta, Delta Enzair, but he made his name Enzair so no one forgets, so everyone knows who his family was. Jack Enzair was a great hunter, he had hunted beasts of all kinds, and as followed down the bloodline until Delta.

10 years ago, there was a rare eclipse, known as the blood moon, it only happens once every 250 years, and at the same time is when the curse in his family bloodline woke, and cursed Enzair with this beast. However, he gladly had figured to control it somewhat during the day and take advantage of its benefits, however he often sis unable to change back to human for up to weeks on end. At one point, he was unable to change back for almost 3 months. Tonight he will change again, before he would go to sleep at the end of the night and wake as Hylian again, winged Hylian. Tonight he could not afford to sleep; just a few hours ago, he had received a warning from his nemesis of whom he found out his name, Wraith.

However, as he stood there standing over his ancestors grave, the near full moon faintly light shining of his silky smooth black wings, and with his new recovered emotions after the fight with Raven Shade weeks ago, he worried what danger this new form would bring to him and others. A week ago, when he was emotionless he had total control of his metamorphosis, and now after gaining emotions back, he lost it, aside from the fact he can change into a werewolf but not back for god knows how long.

Enzair turned to his left and walked to the last Gravestone that was the his family, this one was his mothers and next to it was his empty father’s grave, his father was buried on the edge of a cliff up in the wooded mountains. It is where he always went during days of sorrow and happiness he would love to be buried there and that was granted when he buried his father there.

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Night was always brilliant. It brought the cold, chilly winds, and had a serene sense of calm, especially for the monsters of the night. And what better place to enhance that setting than a graveyard? Okay, so it was a bit cliche, but regardless, the teen found herself here, standing amongst many tombstones, herself perched upon one of said graves, staring to the gradually darkening sky with cheerful anticipation. It was silent and foreboding, as she liked it. As far as she cared for, no one seemed to be around. But of course not; not many normal people liked to wander about after dark, especially not in a graveyard. But then again, she wasn't a normal person now, was she? The light-haired figure swung her legs idly back and forth as she sat upon her stony throne, and while she didn't do anything particularly, abhorring or disrespectful, it did not appear the androgynous character held little care for whomever's grave she had chosen to sit upon, hat secured upon her head, shadowing over her fiery crimson eyes. "Through me you pass into the city of woe~" A low voice murmured into the dusk, when the monster heard and scented an anomaly in the still life. "Hoh~?" So it seemed there were other night owls who liked to traverse through graveyards. Sounds interesting, What could she do to bring some action to this place? "Through me you pass into eternal pain~" Despite her whims, the wolfos remained where she was, scanning over the mysterious shapes and headstones, to pinpoint the location of her new companion. Whomever they were, they were not that difficult to spot, in the shape of a man with oddities protruding from his back--what she could only assume to be wings. From the looks of it, he was browsing down the aisle of graves, gradually coming towards the lonesome end of the world, towards her. A devious smirk curled upon her lips, and she pondered what he might be doing, and if he might be able to spot her before she found some form of dinner... perhaps. Not that eating people was her thing, certainly not. ooc // so hi, lol. o: i didn't specify whose grave she's sitting on hisdadswat, so if you want to make that up for thread-twisting, feel free to.

[Enzair]

Enzair stood at the foot of his mother’s grave before whispering a prayer of peace. He then looked up to the sun setting in the distance, only a sliver edge of the sun shown from the peaks in the distance, giving the world a ethereal like hue, the sense of that was only strengthened in the graveyard, a place of the dead. It was a good thing the land was blessed it prevented any necromantic skeletons from rising up but it never stopped grave robbers, which is why his family were not just buried in a casket with their most sentimental possessions but also in a thick concrete tomb. His family was rich yes, but all that money disappeared with his father, his will still missing, all the money gathering dust in the vaults.

Enzair then looked to east where the sky was the darkest, halfway between the setting sun and the rising night he could start to see the moon slowly show itself from the veil of above. As of now only half of it shown the rest hidden by the sky and light. Enzair knew tonight was a full moon, which means he would be stuck in his Lycan form for a few days before it starts its new moon cycle.

Enzair had noticed a figure sitting atop of a headstone, specifically atop of Enzair’s grandmother’s headstone; his grandmother was always kind to him when he was just a little boy before she had passed away in her sleep. Taking slight offense to this Enzair headed to confront this person sitting on his grandmother’s grave.

“Excuse me but you are sitting on my grandmothers gravestone, can you please get off,” asked Enzair politely keeping his slight anger form this offense in check and well hidden, the person did not know Enzair knew that so he was not furious, yet.

Enzair could see this person was a female but he did not know her, and he did not quite notice her distinguishing figures yet of which could identify who she was, more like what she was. Enzair had left his weapons in his room in the castle, the only weapon he had was an eight-foot long bone like great sword. However, he was not carrying it; he had to drag the thing down here it weighed so much, however right now it was leaning up against a wall of a large tomb at the northern most end of the graveyard. Enzair was not worried if anyone would steel it, only a superhuman or a Goron can move the damn thing without dragging it slowly, not counting Enzair’s strength as a Lycan of which he can carry as swing it as though it were a long sword.

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Family. Being a monster, she never really had the opportunity to share such an experience. Certainly, she was raised by her parents at a young age, but those were the distant memories that she was unable to recall clearly, and thus, lost the emotions that came with it. The only true feeling on the matter that had ever transpired within her since was the time she had been roaming around in the Town, a familiar scent of home wafting gently in the air, tugging at her heartstrings. Naturally, the young wolfos followed the trail, to the marketplace, only to find the horrors of the death she had managed to escape not so long ago herself. Yes, there, spread along the wooden tables lay the furs of her parents. Having been trained to obey the law, for the most part anyways, there was nothing she was able to do, despite the anger rising within her, and eventually, the teen ended up walking away, erasing the memory from her mind. That was the last she ever saw or thought of family, long ago. So, when the strange, winged man approached, the silver-haired one tugged at the edge of her hat, pulling it tighter over her head as she stared at him with deviant eyes, from her lonely perch. The sky was gradually darkening, but she could still see quite well. At least enough so that she would be able to take action if needed. Upon arrival, the winged one, whom Koshkal took to be around the same age as a teenager, or young adult, whatever, immediately addressed her, which she found quite interesting. Tilting her head at his request, it was not too difficult to figure out why he bothered. Grandmother? Ah, yes, the mother of the mother, The monster ended up ruminating on the matter. There were many wolfos in hiding back at home, but she was unsure if she had ever met any other relatives outside of her own parents. "And what if I don't? I quite like sitting here." Came the usual, childish challenge, as she gently patted the surface of the cool stone. Koshkal was still very much a child, but even so, she was only trying to antagonize the latter, to see just how far she could go before he would snap. Still, when she was young, she had always been taught to respect the dead, so it would probably be wiser of her to stay away from causing trouble in the graveyard. Releasing a concessive sigh to her thoughts, the teen carefully slid off of the gravestone, brushing off her clothes as she did so. "Visiting your family at night, huh?" She turned on her feet to face the man once more, mostly talking to herself, but not so quietly as to keep it a secret. "Were they badgers or something?"It was difficult to tell whether her inquiries were sarcastic, serious, or completely and genuinely innocent.

[Caramon Zero]

{OOC: A little late, but mind if I jump in too? Otherwise I'll delete this post, so you won't have to worry about it. But if it's alright, I'll just edit this OOC out. That work?}

Castle Town Graveyard.
One of the few places I'd not been to in some time due to things beyond my control.

This graveyard, despite being centuries old, was not an official graveyard until this past few decades, and those buried here that didn't have the money to afford a gravestone were finally given proper one to fit their family's according to what the people of Castle Town knew of them.

I have come here to pay my respects to my parents, who here viciously murdered alongside many of the Hybrid refugees who lived in the wood near here, and to add insult to injury, all of those I'd loved had had their graves dug up and their bodies moved to this graveyard so that they could use that part of the forest for a military outpost.

I don't hold the past against these people any longer, but the fact that my parents' original graves that I dug with my own tow hands were desecrated still pisses me off.

I seem to have landed in an odd place, seeing as there are two people not to far away from me, neither of them could possibly be Human, especially the man with wings the color of my war armor.
As I walk by some large stones, my wing brushes against something and it lands on my foot.
Despite its looks, it seems to be some form of blade, slightly larger than Imperium, but not by much.
I fold my wings into my back so as not to cut them with this intriguing object.
I lift the blade with my right hand and set it on my shoulder to test its weight.

I know I shouldn't be doing this, since this does indeed belong to someone else, but I thought I'd at least see if it were as heavy as I thought it looked.
Hm...
This thing is slightly handle heavy.
Kind of funny for something with such a large blade...
Oh well, I'll just put it back and...[/i]

I accidentally drop the sword on the ground, and hurriedly pick it up and set it back where I'd found it.

I hope they didn't see all that...
Maybe it'd be better to go to my parents' grave now...[/i]

I walk over to the large grave at the back of the graveyard, take my sword off of my belt, stick it in the ground near the center of the foot of the grave, and kneel down to pay my respects.

Mom... Dad... I'm back.
I know it's been a long time since I saw either of you, but I finally decided to come and pay my respects.
I know I've been neglecting you, and I'm sorry that I couldn't save you...[/i][/b][/size]

The selfish tears I'd held back for so long finally start to flow freely as I remember the carnage of that day, and the night that earned me my title, the Crimson Hero.

Why couldn't I save you?!
Why didn't you let me stay?!
Why am I the only one from our village who survived?!
Why?!
Why?!?![/i][/b][/size]

I calm down and take a deep breath.

I'm sorry.
It's not right for me to blame myself for what happened, but did you know that that day made me decide what to become?

I won't thank those who did this, but they helped me become who I am, and that's all I can be grateful to them for.

Did you know that I'm engaged?
I've been engaged for some years now, looking for my fiance, but I know she's alive, she just has to be...[/i][/b][/size]

The tears return must strongly than they had been and I move onto my hands and knees.

I know that I shouldn't be crying, I'm a grown man now, but I can't help it, I'm still part Human.
I'm sorry, I know that you both did your best to raise me, and I'm grateful for all that, but I still wish you'd come with me into the forest when I told you...
But I suppose all these things happened to make me the man I am today, so I guess I've no right to complain.[/i][/b][/size]

I rub my running nose and tilt back my head to laugh the most boisterous laugh I'd ever laughed.

Well, I suppose I should go and see the others who're here and see if I may grieve with them.
Take care you two, I'll be back soon.[/i][/b][/size]

I walk into the pale light to see the others here who must be here for some special reason, otherwise they'd not be where they are.

[Enzair]

Before Enzair could say anything to her first response, she slid off the headstone.

“Badgers? If you only knew you would not say such insults, but, you will see, as soon as the light fades and night rises a whole new world awakens, perhaps not for you but for others… it’s a whole new story,” said Enzair as he pointed towards the slowly fading light.

Enzair noticed another person in the grave tonight, mainly because he heard his great sword sword hit the ground, he watched the man put it back where he found it and went on to mourn a couple graves. Enzair waited a watched respectfully remaining quiet as the new winged person went about his business, until he had noticed Enzair and the other person.

“I had come to be alone on this night, yet for some reason fate has chosen you two to be here on this night… tis a grave yes, but on a night like this where so much is going on, at least I thought everyone would be at the festival tonight at the south castle town garden. I hear the food they are serving after all the ceremonies is fantastic,” said Enzair, it was a faint attempt to have them go away, faint nonetheless, for if the wanted to be at the festival tonight they would already be there.

As Enzair stood there watching them both full aware of what is soon about to happen, he then looked towards the horizon and not a moment later the sliver of the sun disappeared. He felt a surge of energy pass through him, Enzair gasped softly as he felt it, he would never get use to the feeling, his pupils rapidly dilated. The texture of his eyes changed to that of a wolf’s eye texture but remained the color of gold only slightly deeper in color.

Enzair turned around on his heals almost militaristic in style his back facing towards the other two, only 10 minutes away now he would change.

“Now is not the time to be here, you may stay at the risk of your life, but what you see will test your very meaning of reality. After all, it was believed only to be a myth,” said Enzair.

Enzair began to slowly walk away unbuttoning his jacket, sliding it off and placing it on a stone bench not 40-feet from the back of the grave and only 10-feet from where his grandmothers grave was, Enzair had specifically requested it to be placed here for convenience and because he has so many graves to honor and mourn. Enzair sat down on the bench and took off his gloves and necklaces. Upon the back of his right hand was a symbol of a compass without any arrows or letters, it was often used for those who were in a sense lost, meaning he had lost his way. On his palm was an elongated star, which represented a faint light, as if it was the only thing that guided him, the only thing that kept him from totally losing his way. In a way these symbols are true, Enzair once of pure light fell to near darkness yet there was still a light in him that held on to all that is good weak it may be but enough to keep him from falling to total utter darkness.

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] In the silence, the Ainur heard a rather distinct sound, but her attention did not falter from the winged man. Regardless, she could tell that something large or heavy just fell to the ground ungraciously, likely from someone dropping it. More visitors, it would seem. How fun! She ignored the newest arrival for the moment, listening to the darker-haired male's words, that suggested he had seen a world she had yet to. Or at least, that was the notion she had received from it. Hoh~ She taunted him in her mind. It was not a very wise thing, to assume such things about a person. Wolfos had no intention to retort, but even if she wanted to, the stillness was soon disrupted by sudden laughter, finally causing the white-haired one to quickly turn her head in the direction of the other... winged person. She questioned whether these were both oocca or not, and if so, were all oocca this nocturnal? She licked her lips, for whatever reason hidden in her mind. "Bawling your eyes out while laughing, huh?" Koshkal called out to the stranger of the two, then proceeded to jerk a thumb at the man next to her. "And we got this guy here babbling about fate and festivals." Food or not, she wasn't going to go. It was like a lion running into a hunter's headquarters for no damn reason except that it was just a whim. She had her ways of tricking people, yes, but she didn't need a reason for going. Besides, these two people had piqued her interest. It grew dark, and to her side, the monster heard a faint gasp, looking through the corner of her eyes back at her first encounter. Scared of the dark? She could tell something had happened, but before she could deduce what, he turned away, and gave what could have been a threat or warning. And then he began to take his clothes off. Unamused, the teen watched with disinterest as she remained where she was by the grave of the man's grandmother. "Hey, hey, hey," She started with a deadpanned gaze, and slightly irritated as he sat down upon a bench. "Don't strip here, dammit."

[Caramon Zero]

Looking on at this scene, it seems somehow familiar, but I can't think of a reason for it to be so.

Maybe this is similar to what I went through, but I doubt that a person would relinquish his clothes for no good reason...
He may not be what he seems to be...[/i][/size]

I walk over to the young woman and smile.

You know, I think something veeery interesting's gonna happen in a bit, I just don't know what...
But you're right about the festival, there's no use going if there's no one to go with.

And besides, one of the best places for someone to unleash their True Self is at a graveyard where there's no one around to hurt but the dead, am I right?[/i][/size]

I don't understand why it feels I should say these words, but they're at least true in my case, since I came here to break loose and set my darker half free for a short time, yet I found there to be others here, so I wasn't given the chance to do so.

After pondering on this for a short moment, I turn my attention to the winged man.

If you're worried about unleashing you're dark half here, it's alright, I can protect myself and the girl if you go berserk, so just let go.

I went through stages of feral rage and isolated myself from others so that I wouldn't hurt anyone, but the best thing I found to do was to rely on someone for help and let them see what I was afraid of showing other people.
In doing so I was able to tame the Beast Within while still being able to use its power willingly.

So let's see what monster you've got inside you so that we can face it together, wudda-ya-say?[/i][/size]

[Enzair]

Enzair still wearing his shirts, pants and boots he had only removed his jacket, gloves, and necklaces, Enzair looked to the other winged person and gave a half smile, “Perhaps I could face my beast with you but unlike the feral beasts of others they have an active conscious able to resist… I cannot, I can only hold back for a few seconds it will bury my mind so deep all I can do is watch as the beast takes over and does as it pleases… tonight I do not feel so strong as to hold it back for long, from experience it will be three days and nights before I gain control of myself again… unless of course you two can somehow calm me down before then and not get yourselves killed,”

Under his cloths he wore now, he wore another set of specially made clothing a vest, and military combat style pants. Enzair pulled out a pair of fingerless gauntlets from his jacket pocket and set them down on the stone bench.

“I’m only glad it’s quick,” whispered Enzair to himself.

As soon as the light disappeared over the horizon and dusk was over and night began, his change had now started. His transformation came relatively quick. Although it was quick it was not painless, but at least it did not last long. He changed all simultaneously, and only lasted a few seconds, his original shirt and pants were torn and the cloths he wore under fit snug well at least the torso piece.

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(I am just not going to describe the transformation it is too complicated, you can imagine it yourselves)

During the transformation, Enzair had ended up on his knees and hands, after the pain faded away Enzair stood up at full height stretching his sore torso and legs considering they had the most change. He stood at 8-feet now a whole 2-foot, 2-inches taller than as a Hylian, his wing are gone, his fur medium long and silky black faintly reflecting the moonlight. He relaxed to a typical posture of one of his figure.

Enzair then noticed the other two, he almost forgot he was alone, but his mind was not himself, upon noticing the he crouched down as though he were about to pounce upon them and bared his teeth snarling viciously towards them.

In his current state of mind he is a feral beast, but deep inside he was there clawing his way back up figuratively speaking. He could feel his animal instincts, he could feel the Lycan part of him wanted to tear them limb from limb piece by piece into shreds and eat them for dinner. Within his mind, he screamed out to his the Lycan not to harm them but it would not listen Enzair is able to hold back the beast for some somewhat. He then took a few steps forward and slightly to the left for a better position, the snarling faded only some form at first a surprised wolf to one that is on the hunt ready to pounce, his eyes that of insanity and rage.

Enzair thought he could tame the beast but he was wrong once it figured Enzair as an inconvenience an annoyance it buried Enzair’s consciousness so far down all Enzair could do was watch in horror through his own eyes. His Lycan form could easily overpower a warrior the Lycan in him before he had transformed was aware of Enzair’s ability to sense the level of one’s power, as such the Lycan was more than confident he can overpower either of the two here today.

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Something interesting? The teen raised a brow, a neutral line formed by her mouth as she watched the latter approaching. It was pretty obvious. Yeah. Interesting if you want to see the guy take his clothes off in a graveyard at night. Woo, boy. Thus, the subject turned to the other, speaking of true selves and mysterious things. Deep things that she more or less had little interest in. Then again, sometimes deep things were what made life fun and dramatic. Hmph. Protect... Protect her? Was he kidding? Okay, so she was a scrawny kid who didn't look like much, but that did not mean she was utterly defenseless. For one, she was a monster, after all, and since not obviously so, then at least a "sheikah," completely disregarding, you know, the swords at her waist? No, no, they were just toy swords, yeah. Because she absolutely loved to carry a bunch of fake toy swords with her. Whatever. Not caring enough to enlighten herself about the situation, Koshkal mentally faded into the background, crossing her arms and half-heartedly listening in to the two winged chickens converse about fighting things. Which would have piqued her interest if upon actually listening she hadn't gotten the notion that they were talking about something mental rather than physical. Somewhat. Which brought her distracted mind to longingly ruminate about chickens and food. Only when the light disappear did the Wolfos blink out of her thoughts, as if fully waking herself from her daytime sleepwalking. Yet she was not the only one "waking up," as her crimson gaze looked to witness the darker-haired man's figure shift into the night. In mere seconds, a furry beast of a creature was towering in the short distance between them, resembling that of a canine, a wolf. If she was at all surprised, Koshkal did not show it, for she was not, and simply eyed the man-beast as she caught on to its familiar movements, herself crouching just so slightly, as if on instinct, ready to move at a moment's notice. Whilst no one could tell, she was a wolf, too. She'd been playing this game long enough. Heh," She scoffed as she looked to the crimson-haired one, ignoring the beast's snarls. The flashing eyes told her he wasn't as peaceful as the man he was just moments ago. "Better stay on your toes, or you're not saving anyone."

[Caramon Zero]

As the sun sinks into the shadows, and twilight gives way to night, I stare in amazement at the man's speedy transformation and smile a twisted smile.

Now that's more like it.
Not quite what I expected, but most people lose control of the Beast Within at night, so it's nothing out of the ordinary beside the physical aspects, which are quite astounding...[/b][/color][/size]

After rubbing my chin for a second after quickly examining the man's transformation, I step back and turn to the girl, who seems a bit different then she was a moment ago.

What should I do to help her?
There's got to be something I can do...[/size]

I think of many ways to go about this situation, but none of them allow the man inside a chance to live, so I give up on those ideas.

Oh, forget it!
This's no time to be thinking, this is a time for action![/size]

I turn back to the transformed man and brace myself for anything he may throw my way as I speak to the girl behind me.

Just don't hurt him.
I think I can help him gain control, we just need to wait until the moon's at it's zenith.
It may be when the creature's body is most powerful, but it's also when it's mind's the weakest, so I may be able to reach him, all we have to do is stall this thing until then.[/b][/color][/size]

I look to the moon to see it just rise over the hill and turn my attention back to the creature in front of me.

If we can last that long...[/b][/color][/size]

[Enzair]

The Lycan, looked over the two, the female had a rather unique scent it told him she was not human, Hylian, Gerudo, or even Sheikah. The other one was the scent of a hybrid, something about the females scent made him see her as no threat, like another werewolf, or something of the like, and with that his attention turned to the winged man.

Deep in his mind as Enzair watched he tried to fight his way back into control but every time he gained and inch to control he was knocked back down, the mind of the beast was just too strong for him.

It was always foolish to use teeth and claw in a sword fight without armor, Enzair may seem like he is wearing normal leather armor. However, the leather armor is thicker than normal, it is a three layer system, the top layer visible to others is leather along with the inside layer. Sewn in the middle of these two leather materials of the vest, is a thick metal chainmail woven by Hyrules best chain mailer and made of the strongest metal weight not an issue considering how strong the Lycan is. His pants however are normal leather pants. The armor vest is meant to protect him from weapon fire and blades for a strike on the arm or leg is mostly nonlethal.

The Lycan adjusted his stance a little bit and then pounced fast and hard at the man with a menacing growl like bark, his maw ready to bite down and crush bones his clawed hands ready to gut him.

[Nikiya Koshkal]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] The ainur didn't particularly care for the situation they were in, so she decided to just go with the flow and run with whatever plan her companion had apparently thought up. Even if it was a boring idea that didn't quite appeal to her. Clicking her tongue in irritation, she tugged at the edge of her hat as she took a step back as the other did, to increase the distance between "man" and "beast," however little it was. "Don't hurt him. Yeah, sure." She retorted sarcastically. Here was a feral creature looking for dinner, and he was saying not to hurt him. She kept her crimson gaze upon the werewolf. They were going to play around with this pup for quite a while, and without hurting him? "No promises." She added finally. It did beat sitting around doing nothing, she supposed. "Ah," From his actions since they had "met," she saw him as the type who would probably try to help everyone and everything. Which is why she felt the need to address this matter, tilting her head in his direction. "I suggest you worry about yourself instead of me," She said blatantly. "Because I won't be worrying for you." It was the difficult truth of a dog-eat-dog world. As if to enforce her words, it would appear the beast had decided to go after the winged man first, which Koshkal could understand. After all, wings reminded her of cuccos and food. Food she hadn't had in a while, as a matter of fact. She was kind of missing the point, there. Having said what she needed to, along with the fact that the beast-man was on the move, the wolfos moved lightly on her feet, away from the winged man as she briskly got out of the way of the charging foe. While doing so, it seemed that the idea of continuing the casual conversation struck her mind, as she called out to the winged man, if he hadn't been slow and mauled already. "Name's Koshkal, by the way."

[Caramon Zero]

As I fall to the ground, I dodge the Lycan's claws and fangs, then kick him off of me and jump back a few feet before hiding my wings inside my back to allow me to maneuver more easily in these tighter spaces.

I turn to the girl to make sure she's alright.

I'm Caramon Zero.

I understand what you mean, but he's not in control yet, all he needs is a proper push to let him take back control of his body.
But we're gonna have to cut it awful close, since he's gonna be about twice as strong, but also twice as Human as he is now, if only mentally.

All we need to do is keep him in the graveyard and wait until the moon's at its zenith so I can help him regain control.

Will you help me, or just sit back and watch?
Or were you planning on killing him if he tried to get "friendly" with you in this state?

I'm sorry for the joke.
Gotta run.[/i][/b][/size]

I run out into the open to lure the beast deeper into the graveyard, as well as to give me time to think up a plan on how to help him without dying or letting the girl get hurt.

[Enzair]

Missed, the Lycan landed skidding across the ground with his heavy weight being kicked did little to faze the Lycan; it just got back up, the man’s wings then shrunk into his back. Enzair could perform any move with easy even with his wings not that he could remove them anyway.

Once he began to run, the Lycan chased after on all fours, running faster than the man could at top speed, as a Lycan Enzair is able to run at 45 miles per hour, so he caught up rather quickly. The Lycan then was right on his heels and at that moment he pounced at Cameron again, reaching out his claws to grab onto Cameron to try to keep him from escaping considering Cameron was no stronger than a normal human if he was caught by this Lycan, he would not have the strength to escape. If caught his best bet was to use his sword to defend himself or get his throat ripped out.

The Lycan may be a feral beast but it was smart enough to burry Enzair deep in his own mind, and so he has to be smart enough to avoid a sharp metal object.

Them something ells caught the Lycans attention, making it stop itself by catching a tombstone which almost did not hold up to the momentum for it once stood straight, not it stood at a 45 degree angle, then the Lycan looked over at the entrance, it was the grave keeper. He stood there staring at the Lycan whom also was staring him down, the grave keeper looked around as if he were looking for someone who had just ditched him, after that the man booked it for the gate to try and escape. Seeing an easier target the Lycan went and chased after him, and in moments he was on top of him, the Lycan pounced on him and they both tumbled into and open grave, it had nothing in it, some man was supposed to be buried here in the morning. Upon falling into the pit, the man screamed aloud and ended in a gurgle as the Lycan tore out his throat.

Blood… the taste of warm crimson blood… it did not help Enzair’s situation, the Lycan’s hold on Enzair’s mind strengthened. Anyone who knew about vicious feral beasts knew that if something like this Lycan gets the taste of blood, taming it only made it all that more difficult.

The Lycan placed his left hand on the man’s right shoulder, for he was facing up, he raised his head from him looking down blood dripping from his maw, the Lycan looked to the sky and howled long and loud. It was much like a wolf yet different, a hunter or an expert would know this was no wolf but something far more dangerous. Considering the situation, one would expect a few hunters would soon arrive to kill whatever the hell they just heard. So until they arrive which probably won’t be long the two hear must do something quick or there may just be more dead bodied laying around, or one dead chancellor, whichever way it ends.

OOC: there are two civilians in the grave one just got his throat torn out the other is cowering being a tomb, and probably about to have a stroke or something XD.