(CRP) Unleashing your inner beast

[Bloodwyvern]

Bloodwyvern stood in the clearing within the forest on the border between Fenia and Bravia where he and his new found friend Bacchus had decided to meet so that he could attempt to learn a piece of magic that seemed very impressive... if a little dangerous. He was wearing his battered iron armour and had a shield strapped to his back along with a heavy orcish sword in his scabbard at his side. His scarred face twisted as he looked up at the nights sky, the moon was bathing the area in a soft lunar light, and the stars shone brightly.

"Bacchus Nikah Tia!" he growled under his breath in his guttural dialect of Orcish, he had always been an impatient orc when there was nothing to occupy his mind he tended to get frustrated and generally not enjoyable company. He played with the hilt of his sword for a few moments before sighing again and returning to scanning the trees

(Nikah Tia- Hurry up)

[Bacchus]

Bacchus walked into the clearing from between two trees. He still wore his wedding garb. Nodding to Bloodwyvern he plays with the broach he was given. "This is a neat piece of kit; it let's me change from beast to human and back without losing my clothes." Nods to himself, " handy!"

"So you wanna learning the changing form thing?" Looks at Blood, " you might want to take that armour off, if your wylde form is significantly different to your orc body you might trash the armour!"

Whilst he waits for Blood's response he talks. " Your wylde form might be something like this.." a figure appears to stand beside Bacchus, it is unmoving like a statue.

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" or this."



Bacchus continues,

" What little I understand of orcs is that you are a manifestation of battle rage, of the desire to fight and kill. Your wylde form might be more like this..." Another still image appears.



Bacchus waits for Blood to speak...

[Bloodwyvern]

Bloodwyvern's face breaks out into a grin as he notices Bacchus approach, the scars on his face stretching slightly and his lips parting to reveal rows of rather sharp teeth. "hm... you have a point.." he said as Bacchus pointed out the fact his armour risked getting damaged and whilst bacchus was talking went around the rather lengthy task of removing a full suit of Orcish armour. throwing it lightly against a nearby tree until it all ended up in a rather lengthy pile and Blood was standing there in his trousers.

Without the armour his bodies many scars, and tattoos for victory and rank could be seen, along with a pendant containing a particularly large and vicious looking wolf fang. He ran his hand through his hair briefly as he watched the images appear in front of him, looking impressed, particularly at the large demon-type thing . Once bacchus had finished showing the images Blood nodded a little at Bacchus' assertion of his races aggression. It wasn't the way he would have put it, but it worked as well as any other way of describing his people.

"Impressive Bacchus... It is really possible to turn into such...creatures?" his common was improving, though he still spoke in a heavy accent and took some time to force his tongue to get the strange words out.

[Bacchus]

Bacchus laughs, " the form you take will depend upon who you are. Your whole being decides the form, your history, your racial memories, your purpose."

Looks at Blood, " you look kind of feeble without that armour orc!" Laughs.

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[Bloodwyvern]

Bloodwyvern growled slightly, a hint of amusement crossing his eyes "Still look tougher than any Human." he grinned at Bacchus a little and his face flashed back to serious a few moments later, "So... how do you change?"

[Bacchus]

Bacchus nods, " okay, you might want to put your weapons aside too. I have seen people hurt themselves by accident- it's not pretty!"

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[Bloodwyvern]

Bloodwyvern nodded, unhooking his sword from his belt and throwing it into the pile of armour by a nearby tree, creating a loud clanging noise and stood waiting for Bacchus to instruct him, feeling somewhat put off by the fact he was armoured and unarmed... not a pleasant situation for an orc.

[Bacchus]

Bacchus looks at the almost naked orc. Bacchus' skin starts to boil as he draws on Bloodwyvern's discomfort to fuel his change. Fur sprouts from Bacchus' skin, bones and muscles crack as they extend. His legs snap backwards and he takes on his full wolf form. " Now I am going to eat you alive, stupid orc!" leaps for the orc, " defend yourself!"

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[Bloodwyvern]

The orc watches in some amazement as Bacchus changes, however when he speaks this look changes from amazement, to annoyance, to anger. ""Ad Acktira " he roared in Orcish, his shout piercing the night. In normal circumstance he would have reached for his blade, but now he wanted to break Bacchus' neck with his bare hands. Roaring in rage he tries to side step Bacchus' leap and smash a foot into the wolf creatures side.


*Ad Acktira- You B*****d*

[Bacchus]

Bacchus tries to dodge the blow but fails, the blow crushing ribs. The beast falls to the floor as it's breath is forced from it's body. It stalk around the edge of the clearing nearer to Bloodwyvern, a feint to the left and it leaps again. This time it comes closer, it's front claws ready to grip the orc, the back paws ready to rake!.

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