Claw anf Fang: Feral contest. (solo)

[Howling sage]

Deep in the forests of Underwood lurked the lone wolf named Wolfe Fang. He was short and long, and covered in Fur. His eyes were yellow, and his fur a smoky gray. He loped through the forest with grace and power, and several hunters swore at him as he carried off their buck. By the falcon Wolfe! Why don't you just take down your own buck! his inner beast, a wolf named Shira, sneered from her proper place in the back of his mind. Becuase, he started, The thrill of the hunt would send me Feral, putting you in control.

He could hear the She wolf cackle with pleasure at the thought. He looked over his canine shoulder and saw that the hunters had given up the chase. He woofed in satisfaction and set the buck down. If he turned human he would have to cook and clean the beast, but if he ate it as a wolf he would risk going Feral. His hunger won out and he dug his fangs into it's carcass ripping a chunk and swallowing it. Blood drizzled from his muzzle as he continued to tear multiple chunks out and swallow.

Had he cooked it he would get nowhere near the satisfaction the thrill of the feed gave him. The beast's meat was sweet and bloody, when he finished he gave a satisfied woof and yawned. He could feel the animalistic senses closing over his own, his head grew foggy, shit.... He growled, and then all went red.

[Howling sage]

Shira howled with pleasure as she loped through the forest in full control. This was one of the few times she actually got to be alive again. Wolfe's Clan got their power to shape-shift from a very ancient curse an elf had put on their great ancestor Fang. So when a new Fang male is born a recently dead forest animal soul is sealed in with the child. So when Wolfe went feral Shira made sure to enjoy herself.

She taunted the squirrels and pestered the deer, she killed prey without mercy, and feasted. She was once again queen of the forest, and nothing could stop her. Until she heard a voice she hated most, "Down Shira." A bolt of energy struck the wolf knocking it off it's feet. She howled as she was forcibly pushed back to the back of Wolfe's mind.

...

Wolfe grunted and sat up in a familiar bed at a familiar place. Uncle Vernon was the last member of his family that was alive, he did not have the Fang curse, he was his mother's brother. But the man was a powerful shaman, and he had helped Wolfe gain control of Shira. Judging by the look he was giving him, Wolfe was in trouble.

"Why the hell did you let Shira loose again!" he shouted angrily. "You need to build a mental fortress! Keep that damned she wolf out!" He was also the worlds most annoying speaker. His voice was squeaky like a mouse, but he looked like a bear. He spat into a nearby pot and crossed the room. The hut consisted of one room that had a basic kitchen area crammed into the corner, a sleeping area crammed into another side, his uncle plopped down into a big wicker chair growling. Although it sounded more like a purr.

He looked as if he was contemplating something terrible, so Wolfe slunk out of the house, "I'm going to go see if any of my friends are around." he said yawning. "Grab some tea bags when your in town." his uncle replied

[Howling sage]

Wolfe smiled and broke into a quick run, quickly leaving the clearing his uncle's hut was built in and entered the forest. He ran a mental checklist of who to see. First was his Best friend and lover, Jessica Oak. Afterwards he would go see Brock the trader's apprentice Jace, another close freind who sold him some goods at a discount. After that he would stop and get some rolls at the bakery and share them with Jessica and her sister for lunch. Just an average free day... he thought to himself. Then Shira began to awaken from her seal, A lovely nap after soo much fun yesterday! she comented cheerfully.

Shira was always this way after a Feral meltdown. But to his surprise she also seemed to be honestly content. In fact he was so surprised he ran into a tree. Needless to say that hurt. He groaned and bent over, trying to force the air back into his lungs. He grimaced and sucked in a few breaths and resumed his run. Jessica was an elf, and no ordinary elf either. She was of the Oak clan, their ancestor Luna Oak had cursed the first Fang. Then she was punished by the other families by being forced to marry him. Te oaks have always been kind to those who Luna's curse affects.

Just recently they had decided to start pairing their daughters with Fang men, to symbolize the unity of the two clans in dealing with this curse. Jessica was paired with Wolfe from birth, and the two had grown up in the woods together. Then Wolfe's parent's died, and the Oak family, and his Uncle Vernon, had taken the responsibility of caring for him. During that time period the two became more than friends. It was also then that Wolfe had discovered Jessica could shape-shift.

He reflected on that fateful incident as he ran towards her village. As he entered he was met with several bows aimed towards him. He raised his hands above his head and met evey last one of the archers gaze. They sighed and lowered their bows. Wolfe had once gone Feral in human form and caused a shitload of chaos in camp. Grandmaster Oak had personally sealed Shira away that time, and it was a while before they had decided to trust him again. He nodded to the captain of the elven guard and continued to Jessica's tent.

He placed an ear on one of the flaps and listened hard. He could hear the deep breathing of his lover on the other side. He kicked his boots off and crept inside. Once inside he saw his angel sprawled out sleeping. Her fiery red hair laid tangled over her perfect pale skin. Her rosy lips were slightly open revealing her ivory teeth. Her main features jutted from her slender frame gracefully. He sat down and crawled up to her, brushed a lock of hair over her ear and whispered into her ear. "What does it take to knock boots with a woman like you I wonder?" she smiled and opened her eyes, revealing two emerald eyes that twinkled slightly.

"Oh Wolfe" she said pulling his body towards hers, she kissed him passionately. He smiled and took in the min like arouma she always had about her. He had always wondered what the source was. He pulled away and began to lift her thin cotton pajama shirt upwards, but she frowned and he stopped. "Wolfe I cant reward you for being a great lover every morning." she whispered in his ears, "If I did it would no longer be special." she then smiled and rolled away from him to a wooden chest she had stuffed in the corner and got dressed.

She chose a form fitting black leather top and Dyed black cotton shorts. Her hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, and she put on an amulet he had given her for her birthday. It was a simple beaded necklace with a roughly carved wolf head at the front. It wasn't much, but she had loved it, and always wore it. Just as he thought his day could not be ruined a messanger ran into camp with terrible news.....

[Howling sage]

Wolfe sat in the Oak chief's tent, "I'm sorry Wolfe, it appears Shira stirred up a rather powerful forest dweller, Bjorn thunder roar, a powerful Bear behemoth that the Elves sealed away long ago. Bjorn was last seen leaving the area near you uncles hut, upon further inspection we found you uncle dead in the ruble of his hut." The words sliced into Wolfe like knives. Jessica turned to catch his reaction, but the stoic young man would not conceed an inch to his emotions, but on the inside he was breaking up.

Vernon's dead......

No, no, no, he can't be dead...

NO! NO! NO!

Wolfe's stoic expression began to break, his eyes began to water, he fought back tears. He cracked and tears poured out, he wept and sobbed. Jessica held him while he wept, she whispered soothing words into his ear calming him until he finally calmed down. "I'm so sorry Wolfe." she said holding him close. "Wolfe," the Oak chief stated plainly, "Bjorn is strong, very strong, we think you can kill him, use your powers. Avenge your Uncle.."

[Howling sage]

The rest of the day Wolfe spent in the elvish camp getting his supplies ready. Tomorrow he was going hunting, that bear was as good as dead. He stood with the chief in the storage tent, where most of their hunters kept their arrows and flint and other gear for staying out in the forest. The tent was cramped with several chests full of anything he could need. It was lit by a lantern hung hastily up off the main pole of the tent. He gathered his hear and loaded his pack with all of his gear. Just as he was about to leave he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

"Wolfe!" Jessica said running up to him at high speed. He stopped and turned to see her, she slammed into him knocking them both to the ground. "Wolfe please be safe." she said looking incredibly concerned. He frowned, "I'll be safe, don't worry about me." he said kissing her soft lips. A jolt of electricity shot down his spine and the hair on the back of his neck rose. He pulled away and smiled, "I'll be back with that bears pelt."