Thread: The curse that corrupts all [HimekoxTinyThings]

Dark purple eyes, glared thoughtfully at the newly arrived woman in the forest. The eyes recognized the woman, yet still didn't. She'd never rode a Hawksrider before. Worn robes like that. Something was different about her. First of all, she wasn't usually foolish enough to traverse the outskirts of her own pack's territory, in her Elven shape. She knew she couldn't transform fast enough, to respond to an ambush. She was vulnerable like this. Not anywhere near her full strength. The hood the woman was wearing, made it impossible to see the distinct feature, that made it obvious if it was actually her. So the purple eyes, followed close by, knowing her's wasn't the only eyes watching. An ambush -was- coming. A little further down the small path they where taken, they reached a small lake. The area was almost prestine, rays of moonlight lighting up different areas around it. There was a small clearing in the trees, leading down to the alluring water, that would be almost impossible to ignore, the first time one laid eyes on it. And when she approached the waters, she also limited her escape options. The attack would be now, and the purple eyes knew this. Muscle's tensed, as the strong body behind the eyes, got into position, prepared to leap, just moments before a crack was heard, when a massive shape came leaping out of the bushes, towards the woman in robes. In the blink of an eye, the purple eyes reacted, and made a leap from her own bush. What the Priest would see, was a massive werewolf, flying towards her, with it's fangs barred and aimed toward her throat. But long before these teeth would've met her skin, another massive wolf flew in from the side, slamming against the other creature, sending them both flying towards her, but no longer with teeth aimed at her. Instead, the two bodies would probably bump rather harshly against the Hawkstrider, as they both flew towards the shallow waters at the edge of the lake. With a splash, and more whimpers in pain, the two quickly got back on their feet, staring each other down with barred teeth and furious growls. While the werewolf would be several heads taller than Layla, the wolf was still not much smaller, standing far taller than any natural wolf, being just as tall as Layla herself. THe Wolf got between Layla and the werewolf, defensively keeping the tall beast at bay. But the werewolf was not ready to give up it's hunt, knowing what status this kill could earn him. He leapt forward, going straight for the Wolf, who quickly jumped forward in reaction, both pile of fur slamming against each other with growls and barks alike. The Wolf went for the Werewolf's throat, but had to settle with it's neck, while the Werewolf pierced it's claws into the sides of the Wolf. The Wolf whimpered, quickly making a tug with it's body, to throw the Werewolf away. The Wolf took a few steps back, already starting to pant in pain, knowing very well she wasn't made up to fight like this. So when the Werewolf charged with another jump, the Wolf jumped back to avoid it. But while she flew through the air, her body almost instantly changed shape, in a gust of dust, and a tall, blue skinned Night Elf landed on the ground, with one leg stretched out against the ground, and the other crouched. The Night Elf quickly gazed back on the Wolf, as she reached towards the ground, digging her finger's into it, and pulling up a vine from the undergrowth. The vine seemed to change shape, and almost in an instant turning into a long spear. All this happened while the Werewolf did another leap, so it had no way to react, when she suddenly threw a spear at him, and jumped to the side to avoid the leap. The spear pierced the Werewolf's heart, the woman clearly having a really good aim, causing it's body to limp to the ground with a whimper, and the fight was over. The Night Elf slowly stood up, looking down at the dead body, only flinching in pain when she was sure it stayed still, placing a hand over the wound on the right side. What.. In Elune's name.. Are you doing out her.. Out of your Feral shape!? The woman almost screamed, as she shot a glare towards layla, finally taking time for her. The woman was wearing tribal clothes, with only threads of leaves covering her shapely breast's, and privates. She had several types of war painting around her, with one thick, green stripe over her eyes. Her long purple hair, swayed slightly in the wind, as the equally purple eyes glared at the other woman.