The Haunted Forest RPG

Jerking back, he rears up to look her in the eyes, opens his dripping jaws, and immediately sinks his teeth into her neck, pumping her full of venom. He wraps only one loop around her waist, attempting to minimize exposure.
 
Jerking back, he rears up to look her in the eyes, opens his dripping jaws, and immediately sinks his teeth into her neck, pumping her full of venom. He wraps only one loop around her waist, attempting to minimize exposure.
She screams in agony, gaining the attention of two other Knights. They charged Zahir, stabbing him repeatedly.
 
He lets go, curling in on himself to minimize exposure, darting to a corner. He sheds his tail as a decoy to throw off his persuers in the dark cellar. The tail writhes and squirms, flopping about, while Zahir, bleeding and wounded, seeks a crevasse.
 
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He lets go, curling in on himself to minimize exposure, darting to a corner. He sheds his tail as a decoy to throw off his persuers in the dark cellar. The tail writhes and squirms, flopping about, while Zahir, bleeding and wounded, seeks a crevasse.
One of the Dark Knights gets fooled, the other doesn't. He follows Zahir.
 
Ezria's claws begin to lengthen, his shoulders broaden, his teeth like daggers. Small rips appear on the shoulders of his jacket, exposing the white lining. He rips it off and throws it to the ground, letting out a vicious snarl and gritting his teeth. He tries to keep himself controlled, but it's too late for that now. He wants one thing and one thing only; Revan's blood. Saliva drips down his chin and collects in the fur sprouting on his face, he flares his nostrils and sniffs at the air. Focusing on Revan's scent, he bounds forward in the blackness and pounces on him.
 
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Ezria's claws begin to lengthen, his shoulders broaden, his teeth like daggers. Small rips appear on the shoulders of his jacket, exposing the white lining. He rips it off and throws it to the ground, letting out a vicious snarl and gritting his teeth. He tries to keep himself controlled, but it's too late for that now. He wants one thing and one thing only; Revan's blood. Saliva drips down his chin and collects in the fur sprouting on his face, he flares his nostrils and sniffs at the air. Focusing on Revan's scent, he bounds forward in the blackness and pounces on him.
Revan was ready and parried the attack with his sword. He then called the attention of the two other Knights, and signaled for them to fight Ezria. They charged him.
 
Turning back into a human form, Zahir reaches into his jacket, fumbling desperately for some of those throwing knives he had stocked up on. He locates his hidden stash and, relieved, throws several at the pursuing knight with a flick of his wrist.
 
The pushback only angers ezria further, he roars and jumps onto one of the pursuing knights, slamming him against the second one.
 

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