Thread: Eldritch Prophecies ::Haru - Rhu::

Rahm watched through the eyes of the beast as the blood splattered the ground, his sister coming to his aid. The wolf reveled in the coppery tang in the air, and as his sister tried to slow him with vines he shredded them, the barrier of energy she placed only making him pause for a moment. Then she was with him, just out of sight of the King and his Advisor, and she wrapped her arms about him, the calm dulcet tones of her voice penetrating through the haze of his mind more easily. The wolf still had a need though, and the smell of the female before it begged for a reaction. The great shaggy head bent down, nose snuffling along her collarbone a moment before teeth sank into her. The lower jaw caught the soft top swell of her breast, the upper canines sinking into the flesh of her shoulder blade. The bite was not deep, nor did the wolf thrash its head to rip off flesh. But blood welled and the tongue of the beast eagerly lapped it up. The saliva of the wolf also had a healing effect, the wounds closing swiftly, though the puncture scars would remain. The wolf knew blood, and this woman was blood, and born of it. With a soft whine the wolf retreated, and Rahm began to shift and change, shrinking in her arms, as muscle and bone popped and contracted, soon just the Lythari elf in her arms. The arms of his beloved sister. Star... he intoned, almost reverently as his arms found her for support. He was ravenous, as summoning the beast took a lot of energy. I need to eat, dear sister. he told her, and briefly touched the marks on her body, his hand resting momentarily on her breast as he looked at the puncturs to make sure they had healed. About this time the more brave of the guardsmen were approaching, weapons drawn. They seemed relieved when they did not see the wolf, and Rahm took a deep breath as he grabbed his sister's hand and walked back out into view of the King. She has calmed me Your Majesty, and I apologize for losing control. Rahm said, and bowed, though it pained him to do so. Do not be foolish, that was a marveous display. The King said, obviously impressed. Shaw sat, feeling the intrusion of the seeds within his body, though he knew he could get rid of them. She had been crafty and he had been unprepared. The Advisor knew of the Lythari though, and because the elf had changed back the Advisor knew he was weak. Now was not the time to strike, but catching him after a transformation was the best time to kill him. If they ever needed to dispose of him. Shaw decided to speak up. I would imagine that the elf is hungry. Perhaps a meal should be prepared, a celebration of his conquest. Yes, yes! the King readily agreed, a man who was always up for a good meal. It was one of his few vices. Food and alcohol. And women. One could not forget the women. The King had propositioned the young Lythari female many times, though it was common knowledge that if she lost her maidenhead that she lost her magic. That was an unacceptable outcome and so the King merely admire her from afar, though had many human women with similar traits brought to his bed so that he could pretend. ---------- It was not long before they had been welcomed back into the King's castle and presented with a fine meal, the two elves even allowed to be seated next to one another. I have never seen such moves in combat. The Lythari is all the legends say, and I would be glad to have you as my Champion. With you at my side we can conquer the world. the King told Rahm. The elf merely smiled though he did soon speak. I would act as Champion, yes, but I do not wish to lead your armies. he said. The King's smile faded and his face grew red. You will do as you are told. You faced nothing but a beast today, and are a beast yourself! Do not forget that you address your King! the man said, his temper showing. Rahm bowed his head. Now was not the time nor the place. Yes, you are right. Please forgive me. I am yours to command. he said, though the words burned his throat and nearly made him retch. Seemingly quite pleased the smile came back to the King's face and he took the moments he could to regale those in the palace of Rahm's victory, never once lamenting the death of the chimera, nor that of his guardsman.