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smash_logs2015-12-01 07:38 pm
whirlwind_wolfman) wrote in smash_logs2015-12-01 07:38 pm
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In the jungle, the urban jungle...
Who: Jon and Shantae
What: The big bad wolf has come down from the mountains
Where: City outskirts
When: Tuesday Night because why not
Warnings: Fighting, violence, destruction of personal property.
The moon took up literally half the sky by now. At least, that's how it seemed to Jon.
His body had never been transformed for so long in one stretch and the strain was more than he could bear. He'd managed to hold it together as well as could be expected for days. Weeks, even. But now that it had dragged on to months, he spent his existence slowly slipping further and further into being a wolf, the man he'd once been dissipating out of his clawed grasp more by the second.
He'd been left care packages to provide for food, but the thrill of the hunt was what he wanted. The mountains and even the woods were so bare of life in these days directly prior to all out lunar apocalypse that he couldn't find so much as a rabbit to chase down. Not where he was. As his mind wandered further and further away from him and he lost himself to the moon's whims, he made his way towards the lights of the city.
Lights meant life. Life meant things to run from him and fight with him and give him something to do.
He was silent in his movements. His Kung Fu hadn't left him entirely. His muscles remembered even if his mind was faltering. He could make himself almost invisible to both eye and ear in this moon washed world, sticking to the shadows and stalking his prey with an almost religious devotion. Strings of saliva dangled from between fish hook fangs as he readied himself to strike...
Had he been more present as Jon Talbain, Martial Arts Instructor at Smash Academy and less absorbed by the Moon, he never would have thought to attack this person. At least, not without a clear expectation set out beforehand that she was to fight back. She was one of his better pupils. He'd been pleased with her performance in his class, especially for having joined it later in the school year. She'd even done the required reading! Some of those who had been with the class from day one couldn't claim that accomplishment. He'd been proud of her.
This evening, though, all he saw was prey.
He growled deep in his throat, assuming that would be the last thing she ever heard as he lunged forward...
What: The big bad wolf has come down from the mountains
Where: City outskirts
When: Tuesday Night because why not
Warnings: Fighting, violence, destruction of personal property.
The moon took up literally half the sky by now. At least, that's how it seemed to Jon.
His body had never been transformed for so long in one stretch and the strain was more than he could bear. He'd managed to hold it together as well as could be expected for days. Weeks, even. But now that it had dragged on to months, he spent his existence slowly slipping further and further into being a wolf, the man he'd once been dissipating out of his clawed grasp more by the second.
He'd been left care packages to provide for food, but the thrill of the hunt was what he wanted. The mountains and even the woods were so bare of life in these days directly prior to all out lunar apocalypse that he couldn't find so much as a rabbit to chase down. Not where he was. As his mind wandered further and further away from him and he lost himself to the moon's whims, he made his way towards the lights of the city.
Lights meant life. Life meant things to run from him and fight with him and give him something to do.
He was silent in his movements. His Kung Fu hadn't left him entirely. His muscles remembered even if his mind was faltering. He could make himself almost invisible to both eye and ear in this moon washed world, sticking to the shadows and stalking his prey with an almost religious devotion. Strings of saliva dangled from between fish hook fangs as he readied himself to strike...
Had he been more present as Jon Talbain, Martial Arts Instructor at Smash Academy and less absorbed by the Moon, he never would have thought to attack this person. At least, not without a clear expectation set out beforehand that she was to fight back. She was one of his better pupils. He'd been pleased with her performance in his class, especially for having joined it later in the school year. She'd even done the required reading! Some of those who had been with the class from day one couldn't claim that accomplishment. He'd been proud of her.
This evening, though, all he saw was prey.
He growled deep in his throat, assuming that would be the last thing she ever heard as he lunged forward...
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The three wolves circled quickly, obviously surprised at the fact that there were now TWO of her.
If she was paying attention, she'd notice that each clone was doing the exact same thing as the other, but very slightly delayed. It was a powerful technique, but not perfect.
They all pounced at once.
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When the three wolves pounced, she and her mirror turned towards the one she believed was the original, and both cracked their hair whips at the oncoming attacker.
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Oh yes - she was here to fight, alright. And she was good at it.
He was excited.
His tongue lolled from the side of his mouth and his tail wagged. Not that he looked like a happy puppy. No. This was excitement of a different nature. This was going to be a more challenging kill than he'd anticipated - he'd have to earn his meal this evening, well and truly.
He charged at her again, his body lighting up one more time with that ferocious blue Ki energy. He threw forward a hand, his claws seeming to extend as he did so, aimed for the clone on his left's throat.
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She whipped her head about to the side to crack him in the side with her ponytail. He was a LOT more durable than she was, and she knew if this kept going, he would eventually wear her down. She had to get through to him somehow.
"C'mon, Jon... You're better than this! You're my friend!" she called out again, readying another weapon in case the wolf failed to let go of his psyche.
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If he'd been at all himself, he would have decried this as being unforgivably sloppy. Amateur. And what was worse, he landed on his busted hand, causing him to fall over, again, ad yelp in pain.
He swung his huge, shaggy head at her and growled deeply. He heard her words, and between the shock of being hit, landing on his ruined hand and the pause this gave him, he had no choice but to listen.
His name, he understood. He heard it more deeply than anything else she said. This was the part of him, after all, that had the hardest time accepting ideas like friendship.
A cold wind was blowing in from the sea, and with it came storm clouds, heavy with moisture that may become snow by morning. Even the giant moon had no control over this, and as its light started to diminish, the part of Jon that was still a Man began to fight back. To try and claw his way to the surface.
The wolf's whole body began to contort in place as Jon did his best to suppress every instinct the wolf possessed. If he could stay down for just a moment or two longer, that would give her the chance she needed.
Would give her a chance to finish this.
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"Sorry about this, Jon," she said simply, lining herself up with his head and lifting her leg to swing down a hard kick on top of his head. With luck he would be knocked out or dazed enough that she could restrain him.
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His head bounced off the asphalt and he fell limply into the middle of the street.
If she was looking carefully, she might have seen that just before his consciousness dissipated, he managed to smile. Just slightly.
Or he could just be grimacing in pain... it was hard to tell with that face.
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"Didn't make THAT easy on me, did you?" she asked, grabbing Jon's arm and making an effort to drag the wolf man back towards the academy. "Come on... Let's get you some help."
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Luckily enough for her.