Thread: Eldritch Prophecies ::Haru - Rhu::

Rahm had no idea of the exchange between his sister and Shaw, though of course he would have defended her actions if he had been aware. The Advisor was shrewd, though cruel, and despite his wolfish nature Rahm was not given to psychological torture nor playing games. The King struck Rahm as merely misguided, and it seemed that Shaw was the one pulling the strings so to speak. Not that Varret was without his own cruelties, but Shaw seemed to heavily influence the man. Eating a few pieces of fruit and drinking some water, Rahm had made sure he was armed as he was led out to an arena-like area, where he saw that Shaw, his sister and the King awaited him. You will be put to the test today. Varret said,, gesturing across the way to an iron purtcullis which still barred the way to the passage beyond, though the noises of some great beast could be heard beyond. I shall prove myself worthy then. Rahm responded, and bowed, drawing the two swords he had upon his person. As he did so, the portcullis on the other side of the arean was raised, and in moments his test bounded into the large open space. Rahm's brows knit together, and it was obvious that he was not meant to survive this little test, the immense beast a chimera . The great lion's head roared, the ground shaking with the vibration, and Rahm knew he had no cover to conceal himself nor to strike from. Since no rules had been put forth, he assumed there were none, and he felt his adrenaline spike as he invoked his powers. The reason it had taken so long for him to hone his skills, seeking out the best that humanity had to offer, and then the Shivas, who were peerless in their focus, had to do with one thing. The Lythari were not known as the Silver Shadows for no reason. Many thought it was their hair, or their pale skin. Certinly those things played into it, as did the markings that Rahm had grown into. Yet it was their ability to assume a hybrid wolf form that truly lent them their prowess, and with that power came the need for focus. Almost all the Lythari were now gone, and Rahm had had nobody to train him, and so he had taken to other methods. The chimera knew he was there, and Rahm rushed forward, steel at the ready, and as one massive paw with wickedly curved claws swiped at him, the lithe elf ducked and rolled low, the edge of his blade slicing along the muscle and sinew of the foreleg still planted firmyl on the ground. He was rewarded with blood and a howl of pain, and back on the dais the King sat up and took notice. Already the Lythari had draw first blood, and that was not something had happened often. By now Rahm was smiling, his sharpened canines showing as the feral side of his nature took an edge to it. The smell of the blood in the air only furthered his desire, and the speed of the elf carried him well beyond the initial attack zone of the beast. With a heaving chest as Rahm breathed in lungfuls of air, the Lythari began to change, calling upon his power and tapping into Nature. He grew taller and stronger, putting on mass as muscles and bone shifted and grew, fur sprouting along limbs, though Rahm specifically wore baggy clothing for this purpose, and the gray tint of his eyes turned gold. His six foot tall frame grew to eight, knees cracked and popped as they bent backward, and soon the transformation was complete . Rahm's new form was a sight to behold, and it was the first time his sister had ever seen her brother in this way.