eat sh*t and die } LUPEI

[Kryten]

we're setting fire to our insides for fun

Its not long until his new found wolf form has taken his mind over. Prowling in this form had become his life. Living in shadows looking for any sign of the man that had torn his family apart. He hears something call to him in his head. Green eyes blink rapidly. This was new. Then the scent of blood wafts to his nostrils.

This triggers his forms eager instincts. Claws dig into the earth, tail twitchs in anticipation. Muscle coil and he crouchs into a pounce. Lounging forward he dashes from the meadow. Finding his dash leads him to the chamber a wonderous sight of blood and clashing bodies alert him to the war. Colors whirl around him pain filled cries ring on the air. The ground soaked with the blood of the fallen. Lips curl into a smile taking in a deep breath his eyes close.

So this is war. He liked the prickle that rose along his spine. Lids snap open and his midnight colored fur takes on a blue sheen as it stands on their ends. In front of him a horse runs frantic and delirious. Fangs glint in the light watching her. Leaping into the air he graspes at her whithers drool slipping from his lips. The replication of the wolf had a strange craving for blood, even if he didn't this creature wanted blood and would rip her apart for it. So desperate he yelps as he slides from her body. The metal having prevented him from grasping at her.

He had to give up his predators replication. Instead he shimmers the air around him and suddenly he is a perfect mirror of herself. Metal covered and ears pinned. He huffs circling her for a moment looking for a good opening. And secretly attempting to recover from the fall. His limps still adjusting to the new form. Before he lunges towards her again this time hooves stike forwards with a slight buck.

Kryten

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OOC: Kryten makes his first atack to Lexa's whithers. He is in a cellular replication of a wolf. When he finds that she is metal covered he takes on her replication and makes a strike to her with forhooves.

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PHAEDRUS

He smiles as the other creature is taken aback This is always the best thrill he could get. His gift was so strange no one could ever expect him. He finishes wrapping himself aroud and begins to tighten his hold. Not my problem dude He retorts thinnly. Just as he can feel his hide being poked by the spikes. He hisses being forced to loosen his grip. Just as he does so another spiked horse runs up. He can't help but cackle. Nice seeing you again Legartha. He isn't sure that she's heard him or not. But seeing the mare again was something of a kick. He isn't sure exactly what is happening in groups. What he does know is that even as there is armor for him to be able to move there had to chinks here and there. One of which would have to be near the throat. As the horse expands his plyable hide needs to move with him. Until he is able to wiggle his way between each spike and twist his way up to the soft part of the stallions neck. Teeth lashing out to clamp around his throat. Even if it didn't kill the horse he could only hope that the creature would pass out for a time.

Unraveling himself from the creature proved to be more difficult. And it takes him a moment, but his mane and tail catches on the spike ripping out flesh and cobalt strands with it. He knows at this point any physical strike towards the male would result in gouges in his own flesh. Then would good would he be to the kingdom.

Untangling himself his body retakes its original shape and he finds that the side that had laid against the spikes have impressions of that like a grid. Red blood glistens trickling from the sharp points though because of his plyable hide he isn't permanently injured.

Taking to his wings he blilnks looking down at the battle feild once more. Calculating how and who he would attack next.

OOC: Phaedrus slides between the spikes to find a break in the armor to make an attack. Then unwraps himself and takes to the skies.