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Elixos stalked forward, sure of that Rakshira was following. He stood up and walked casually up to the werewolf, as he was powerless in transforming. He took out his knife and held it to the mans's throat, looking at Rakshira with eyes that screamed "He's all yours. Do your worst". His eyes screamed for blood, his body ached for it.~Rakshira nodded and froze up completely, her thoughts molding all into one sole desire- the desire for the complete destruction of what this creature had known. Her black eyes glimmered impossibly against the darkness.~
~North stumbled through the bushes, feeling that familiar and hated ache that always appeared as the moon forced him to Transform into the creature that thrived on blood and insanity. He put his hands to his head and let out a moan as his arms began twitching as the hated fur began to sprout along them. Oh, how he despised the moon for forcing this onto him. His breath came in ragged gasps as his skin melted away into the magnificent silver pelt normal wolves would've envied, but the very thing he was cursed with.~
~Rakshira's eyes glinted with satisfaction that this was going to be so easy. Smirking, she held out an impossibly long fingernail and scored it down the man's furred cheek as his Transformation neared completion, neatly slicing it open and letting a perfect rivelet of blood spill out. She gave a mocking huff of sympathy as the werewolf twitched in pain. She moved on to the other cheek, doing the exact same thing, only digging deeper and ripping even more blood out into the air, leaving the wolf's face pouring into a mask of blood. She withdrew her nail and licked the blood off of it with the utmost daintity, savoring the wonderful taste and reveling how it sang on her tongue. Greed getting the best of her, she scored her five nails simultaneously down the side of his throat, not enough to kill him, but excruciating pain was inevitable. She passed her hand over the shallow gash and put it to her mouth, sucking it off of her white skin as though it were honey spilled from a broken hive. The man twitched in pain, but was utterly powerless against the unmoving hand of Elixos that held the knife so perfectly still. Rakshira drew back, her sense raging with a thirst for more, but she dipped her head to her lover, perfectly content to watch him wreck as much pain on the werewolf as possible.~