Thread: Moonlight Huntings (SilverScar & Myn)

It was the night of a hunt. Standing high on a forested hill, Warwick glared out at the forested landscape. Moonlight caressed his wolfish, muscular form as the hunter glared about into the horizon. How long had it been since he'd been able to just unleash himself? The foolish summoner's held him back, denied his bestial nature and forced him into the childish battles within Summoner's Rift. He'd been promised the blood of a celestial being, the final ingredient for Singed's incomplete formula, the thing that would halt his further transformation into the wolfish beast he was becoming...but looking back now, was that what he truly wanted? Looking down at his large, clawed hands, flexing his strong, rippling forearms, Warwick couldn't help but marvel at the power this form granted him. More than just a hunter now, more than just a human now. Even as he descended further away from humanity, was such a price not worth the gift's he'd been granted? Before this, he would have never been able to stand against the might of other Champion's he now faced, nevermind hunting them. The skirmishes within the Rift might have been that of children's games, with fallen Champion's simply returning to the field to fight once more, Warwick could not deny the thrill of it, a feeling only to be dashed whenever he went in for the killing stroke! A howl of frustration cut through the otherwise quiet night! While hunting his prey on the Rift the werewolf lusted for blood, tonight he lusted for something else. It had been a growing concern as the beast within him slowly released itself, on how Warwick would deal with these new urges. As a human, it had always been easy. The coin granted to him from his hunts allowed the indulgence of any vice he wished, the pleasure's of the flesh the easiest to procure. And as a beast, he'd been so focused on his hunt for a celestial being, that it wasn't until a few days ago that the heat within his loins had begun to spread. It had truly become obvious what his body needed when he'd cornered the opposing jungler in a previous game the night before, the huntress known as Nidalee. Fallen before him, the rest of the team's off in a valiant battle in front of the Nexus, Warwick had her pinned, muscles like steel cords keeping the huntress pinned as Warwick leaned over her, blood red eyes appreciating her toned stomach and ample breasts heaving beneath her fur pelts. It was at that moment that Warwick's team won, destroying the opposing Nexus and sending them all back before Warwick had his chance to take advantage. Normally the summoner's would ensure such...activities did not take place, but in the final push of a match, attentions were often drawn away from a few stray champions. The encounter had left Warwick unsatisfied and was selected for another battle before he'd had a chance to subdue his lustful nature. But it seemed he was now given a chance to correct that... A familiar scent teased his nose, a Champion he'd worked with before, alongside her oafish brother. Lux. She was out their right now, in the camp...waiting for someone? Checking in on her brother? Regardless, as a teammate, Warwick should go and greet her to ensure nothing happened to the delicate little woman. Racing off into the forest, Warwick traveled through the dense woods towards the campsite, his movements barely disturbing the underbrush as he moved with deadly grace and speed for a beast of his size. Focusing on the path before him, Warwick stepped through from the shadows of the tall trees around the camp clearing, the light of the moon gleaming off his minimal gold armor. And there she was. The honey blonde mage looked lost in thought, dressed in her telltale blue and silver armor that still displayed the curves of her body. Lux looked more like an angel than Kayle or Morgana, innocence personified as Warwick approached, clearing his throat with a deep growl as he approached, not wanting to startle the little fawn. Greetings, Lux His voice was a deep and growling, red eyes bright in the moonlight as he stared down at his teammate. Bigger than her in every respect, the werewolf was easily taller than the young mage and his heavily muscled torso nearly cast Lux in a complete shadow from the moons light from where he stood. And while Lux had her armor, Warwick had only one shoulder covered in his golden armor and his groin covered by a large strip of black cloth to hide his large sheathed cock. What are you doing out here all alone? It is dangerous to be out at night, especially for a Champion such as yourself