Survival 101 - (Death Rage)
Survival 101 - Death Rage
March 4th 2006
Blog Entry 4
Miguel was brought down to the infirmary room in the basement with no second thoughts. Damien inspected his packmate for injuries of any kind: lifting the eyelids, and looking for a heartbeat that was existent but alarmly irregular.
But despite Miguel's sudden and severe condition, something felt amiss, completely wrong; Even more so then the situation itself. None of Miguel's packmates nor Alice could sense danger as Killy would have been able to would he still be amongst them, but the feeling of wrongness was still present and strong.
That feeling was amplified when Miguel opened his eyes widely. He was not coming back to his senses, oh, quite the opposite. Within a few seconds and a beast like howl, his bones cracked and set into place, growing, reshaping themselves to become a large monster: Garuu.
It took everyone aback. The urathas around Miguel were surprised, but not so much either, as they had all felt it coming somehow. Maybe they needed to see it with their own eyes though, and their wish had been brutally granted. And before there could be any further reaction from them, not so much of a gasp even, Miguel held both his swords in his large hands, turning them over as if they were murderous daggers, before stabbing down on the closest target: Damien. Blood sprung over the large man's opened lips, his eyes wide, and not yet registering his own packmate had deliberatly pierced the weapons through him. Miguel had already taken the wakisashis out of Damien before a single wet gurgle would escape him, and the swords were thrown randomly with brute force, the blades becoming one with the walls on each side of the room.
Ryan did not wait to see more, his shotgun already in hands, and by the time the swords had hit the walls, Alice too, had her kamas ready.
Stumbling back momentarilly, Damien held his hand against his chest, blood gushing through his fingers in heavy flows, but still, unlike Alice and Ryan, he would refuse to engage in battle with his packmate. He refused to believe Miguel would attack him on his own free will, and he would until the very, bitter end.
Alice attempted to inflict a wound on the large Garuu before her. Maybe it was with a certain hope, but it was in vain, even she knew it far too much. In the end, she barely scratched him. Ryan, on the other hand, managed to pound a round into Miguel in hopes to slow him down as well. Only, taking down Miguel was not like it had been when he had, with the rest of Luna's Avatars, taken down Nathan. Miguel was a packmate. Perhaps that in his silent panic, he had forgotten the notion that attacking your own packmate was the worst sin of all; or perhaps he knew, but could think of no better way to stop the Irraka in death rage before him. And if he did know it, he was also aware of the risk of death rage engulfing his very soul.
Because that shotgun blast was not only the first, it became the last as well. Ryan's body grew in mass and muscles under the ripping clothes, his skin stretching with the transformation. Before Alice and Damien could exchange a worried glance, Ryan was in death rage also, uncarring to destroy whatever he touched, whatever got in his way.
"Get out! Get out now!", Damien ordered Alice through red, gritted teeth. If one of them was in danger, it was Alice, as she had yet to join Luna's Avatars, and thus became a stranger to the beasts.
"Don't have to tell me twice!", she hissed back, her own shape changing into that of her wolf form. She calculated her escape long before she had sprinted toward one of the two Garuu uncountiously guarding each exit. She managed a swift move, sliding between Ryan's legs and out into the basement toward the stairs.
Within the infirmary, only Ryan, Miguel, and Damien remained, but Damien refused attacking them, counciously fighting his own instincts to go into death rage when one of the beast came at him and slugged him square. From the commotion, the hellish cries, howls and claws, it was hard to tell which, between Ryan and Miguel, was attacking him.
But eventually, even a strong Uratha like Damien could only take so much. His reluctance at fighting those he was bound to drove him to collapse - but before he did, his last cry was for Muraco to come to their aid, because as far as things were going, no one was to come out of this alive...
To be Continued...
March 4th 2006
Blog Entry 4
Miguel was brought down to the infirmary room in the basement with no second thoughts. Damien inspected his packmate for injuries of any kind: lifting the eyelids, and looking for a heartbeat that was existent but alarmly irregular.
But despite Miguel's sudden and severe condition, something felt amiss, completely wrong; Even more so then the situation itself. None of Miguel's packmates nor Alice could sense danger as Killy would have been able to would he still be amongst them, but the feeling of wrongness was still present and strong.
That feeling was amplified when Miguel opened his eyes widely. He was not coming back to his senses, oh, quite the opposite. Within a few seconds and a beast like howl, his bones cracked and set into place, growing, reshaping themselves to become a large monster: Garuu.
It took everyone aback. The urathas around Miguel were surprised, but not so much either, as they had all felt it coming somehow. Maybe they needed to see it with their own eyes though, and their wish had been brutally granted. And before there could be any further reaction from them, not so much of a gasp even, Miguel held both his swords in his large hands, turning them over as if they were murderous daggers, before stabbing down on the closest target: Damien. Blood sprung over the large man's opened lips, his eyes wide, and not yet registering his own packmate had deliberatly pierced the weapons through him. Miguel had already taken the wakisashis out of Damien before a single wet gurgle would escape him, and the swords were thrown randomly with brute force, the blades becoming one with the walls on each side of the room.
Ryan did not wait to see more, his shotgun already in hands, and by the time the swords had hit the walls, Alice too, had her kamas ready.
Stumbling back momentarilly, Damien held his hand against his chest, blood gushing through his fingers in heavy flows, but still, unlike Alice and Ryan, he would refuse to engage in battle with his packmate. He refused to believe Miguel would attack him on his own free will, and he would until the very, bitter end.
Alice attempted to inflict a wound on the large Garuu before her. Maybe it was with a certain hope, but it was in vain, even she knew it far too much. In the end, she barely scratched him. Ryan, on the other hand, managed to pound a round into Miguel in hopes to slow him down as well. Only, taking down Miguel was not like it had been when he had, with the rest of Luna's Avatars, taken down Nathan. Miguel was a packmate. Perhaps that in his silent panic, he had forgotten the notion that attacking your own packmate was the worst sin of all; or perhaps he knew, but could think of no better way to stop the Irraka in death rage before him. And if he did know it, he was also aware of the risk of death rage engulfing his very soul.
Because that shotgun blast was not only the first, it became the last as well. Ryan's body grew in mass and muscles under the ripping clothes, his skin stretching with the transformation. Before Alice and Damien could exchange a worried glance, Ryan was in death rage also, uncarring to destroy whatever he touched, whatever got in his way.
"Get out! Get out now!", Damien ordered Alice through red, gritted teeth. If one of them was in danger, it was Alice, as she had yet to join Luna's Avatars, and thus became a stranger to the beasts.
"Don't have to tell me twice!", she hissed back, her own shape changing into that of her wolf form. She calculated her escape long before she had sprinted toward one of the two Garuu uncountiously guarding each exit. She managed a swift move, sliding between Ryan's legs and out into the basement toward the stairs.
Within the infirmary, only Ryan, Miguel, and Damien remained, but Damien refused attacking them, counciously fighting his own instincts to go into death rage when one of the beast came at him and slugged him square. From the commotion, the hellish cries, howls and claws, it was hard to tell which, between Ryan and Miguel, was attacking him.
But eventually, even a strong Uratha like Damien could only take so much. His reluctance at fighting those he was bound to drove him to collapse - but before he did, his last cry was for Muraco to come to their aid, because as far as things were going, no one was to come out of this alive...
To be Continued...
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