Thread: Of Men and Monsters(Luana_Blodwyn/TheSilentProtagonist)

RE Of Men and Monsters The beast's mouth stretched into a poor mockery of a smile. It roared triumph as her paws made contact with the flesh. Her strength sent him spiraling away. Like a housecat batting at a moth. If she could only rip off his wings and stop his movement. Her triumph was short lived at the flesh rebounded from her attack and regained its feet. She yowled indignation that it wasn't dead. Gnawing pain clawed at her belly. She was hungry, starving. With all the flesh attacking her she hadn't been able to eat any of it yet. This made the monster angrier. She hunkered back into all four paws, arching her back as the flesh did something. He seemed to hit himself with a small, shiny object. Suddenly his smell changed. She sniffed at the air, scenting the difference. He smelled stronger now, somehow. As if he had strengthened his blood. Her hackles raised and she hissed angrily. Before she could attack the flesh ran for her. The strange stick became a chain and she dodged at first. She lunged forward to close the gap. The painful part of his stick was gone. Triumph was near, triumph and her well deserved meal. Though something happened the beast did not expect. The hurting part returned. Before it could react it connected with the side of her head. She felt it burn and puncture. Pain exploded through her skull as she fell to the cobbled street. The creature yowled with pain as her face blistered from the fire, hanks of flesh and fur hanging freely. The creature lay a moment where she fell, eyes closed as she mewled pathetically. She blinked a moment as she lay there. Where was she? Why did her face hurt? She reached up to touch the ugly wound but stopped as she saw the long, black claws. She drew back as if afraid of her own hand. The creature looked down her body all the way to the busy tail. What...what was going on? She saw the man standing nearby. He was certainly not from their city. He had a faraway look, with his olive skin and fair curls. Who are you? Help me! she cried out but found only a yowl issued from her lips. The beast looked taken aback for a moment before fire erupted through her body. She screamed in agony from the pain that shot through her like lightening. Her bones groaned and cracked as if some invisible child was reshaping her. Slowly the monster began to shrink in size. Teeth and claws receded, still fanged but close to human size. The long fur became shorter and her tail shrank but never left. Still she screamed in pain as her eyes shrunk and her maw receded to a flat, human face. As sudden as the pain had come it was gone. A naked woman rested on all fours, though not all human. While her flesh was the pale softness of a human a fluffy tail still swished the air. A set of tufted ears poked out from the top of her curling red hair. Nails on hands and feet were still long and lethally sharp but in human proportion. She lifted her head briefly to look around with wide, green eyes slotted just like a feline. Exhaustion took over and the woman collapsed. Her mouth a little open one would see the still sharp, cat-like teeth. The mob slowly stepped from the shadows. Is it dead? One asked and another shook his head. Unconscious, see how it still breathes. Well kill it before it wakes! A shout rose up and the four remaining men charged toward the unconscious woman with death in their hearts.