Terrors of a Full Moon [Active, Open]

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

Character(s): Remus Lupin and anyone else.
Content: It's the full moon, and Remus transforms into a werewolf, and goes running around the city of Paixao.
Setting: All over Paixao.
Time: Nightfall, after the moon rises.
Warnings: Please note that any character in this thread will encounter Remus and may be subject to getting hurt, or, if they're human, of becoming a werewolf themselves.

Party Thread style plzkthx



The sun was setting, and Remus was heading straight for the church. Despite feeling like he was going to keel over and pass out. He hoped beyond hope that the heavy doors could contain him, and that he could find a room without any windows to jump through. The sun was disappearing below the horizon, and he knew the moon would be up soon after. Remus ran through the building, looking for a secure place to lock himself up.

By the time Remus had found a secluded room, the sun was down, and the moon started to rise. Pain started to course through him, and he fell to his knees on the floor, doubles over from the intense pain with his wand dropping to the floor as well. The moon rose higher, and Remus screamed, the transformation taking over and the beast that he tried so hard to hide came out. Remus' screams soon turned to harsh howls, and what used to be a kind, considerate boy now ran through the church and burst out the front doors. Remus was loose in the city of Paixao. No one was safe.

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[notafreakinmeme.livejournal.com]

Once again, Zetta found himself bored. That Halloween Town place wasn't that bad to hang around, but after enough time of beating the crap out of Heartless, he ran out of things to do. And so back to the city it was, glaring at people who didn't know what an Overlord was and grinning to himself when people cowered before him like they were supposed to.

Zetta had heard there were other things outside in the fields. White glowing creatures of some sort that he hadn't seen around yet. Maybe they'd offer him a little challenge (if only because the blue brat hadn't really made himself known lately). So far, however, Zetta had met with little luck and after a couple of hours of wandering, had taken a seat in the grass, boredly staring out at the horizon.

But then the sound of movement reached his ears and the demon's head immediately snapped up. Slowly, his expression shifted from something blank to wicked grin and he sprang to his feet, sword in hand. "It's about damn time!"

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

Now that Remus was in his wolf form, he had no sense of fear, no sense of restraint. The only thing he wanted now was blood, and he could smell that it was close.

Remus had no reason to leave the city, as he was surrounded by fresh meat. The screams from people in the streets filled his ears, and only caused him to become more bloodthirsty. A guard at one of the gates tried to defend himself, and Remus took the bait. He threw himself at the guard, going strait for his throat and ripping it out, blood spraying everywhere and splattering on the ground and on Remus' face. He turned around, looking for more prey, but by now, the streets around him were deserted by this time, though the screaming was still filling the air along with the slamming of doors and the sound of locks being set in place.

The werewolf howled, then prowled around. He could still smell fresh blood, and he wanted to find it.

[notafreakinmeme.livejournal.com]

A flash of movement in the distance caught Zetta's attention and when he squinted he could see the last flash of a crimson arc of blood. He couldn't have asked for anything better. He made his way over to the gate, his hand tightening on the hilt of his blade in his excitement. He hadn't even noticed that by now the both the blood and the corpses had completely faded away.

All right... now where was this guy at?

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

This guy was waiting for him the shadows. Remus, or rather, the werewolf, didn't hesitate to lunge towards what he saw as more prey, his mouth open and still dripping with blood from his last kill.

[notafreakinmeme.livejournal.com]

The sound of movement reached Zetta's ears again and he turned, momentarily forgetting the sword in his hand as, acting on instinct, he moved to knock the werewolf away.

He didn't realize until moments after his move that a werewolf was what he was currently fighting. Not that Zetta minded. He hadn't seen one around in ages. It was pretty damn exciting, really.

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

Zetta's attempt to knock Remus out of the way was successful to a point. Remus didn't manage to take a bite out of what he thought of as his prey, but it did nothing to deter him from trying again.

The werewolf landed on his feet, and he immediately threw himself at the demon a second time, now going for one of his legs.

[notafreakinmeme.livejournal.com]

Stubborn little bastard, wasn't he? Good. The more fight that was in it, the more fun this would be. And yet, the more Zetta thought on it, the more he began to think the sword was a little overkill. He could take this guy out with his fists easily.

Unfortunately, Zetta was so busy with his thoughts that he almost didn't get out of the way of Remus's strike in time.

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

Remus had put so much force behind his attack that he tumbled over himself as he missed Zetta's leg. Another thing that werewolves didn't have a sense of was embarrassment, so it didn't stop him any. He just pushed himself back up and faced his prey again, growling deeply and letting drool and blood drip from his mouth as he circled Zetta, waiting for a more opportune time to attack.

[notafreakinmeme.livejournal.com]

Zetta was focused not on Remus's mouth, but on his eyes. Mouths were filled with teeth. No matter how sharp the teeth were, no matter how many there were in the wolf's mouth, it was nothing new. The eyes, on the other hand, now that was what you watched. Intimidation and fire and what this creature lacked--fear. Way more interesting.

Zetta rushed in, his arm pulled back, ready to punch Remus.

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

The call of the moon was something that was an all-too-familiar feeling to Saïx. It had been with him for years. Long enough for him to get used to it, to know how to tame that near-rage down into something manageable. Something that most people would scarcely guess at, if they met him on most days.

But one could only hide behind a mask for so long. The moon had come up and he would no longer hide beneaththat unnatural calm. Now was the time to reveal on all that he was, and to that end, he was stalking through the streets of the city, looking for something worth a fight.

There had to be something in a city that was a mix of everything and anything.

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

Hopefully, a werewolf running rampant in the city would add to the mix that Siax was looking for. He had ripped the throat out of a guard before, and by now, he had taken down a few more civilians, his teeth and jaws smeared and dripping in blood.

Now, Remus had come across a new scent, and he followed it. It wasn't like the civilians of the city, but there was blood, and that's what he was after. It wasn't long before he found the source of what he was looking for, and he made no attempt to conceal himself. The werewolf confronted his prey head on in the street, baring his bloodstained teeth and waiting for his to make the first move.

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

It was certainly something new, and the scent of blood was encouraging. True, he had no idea how good of a fight it was going to be, but there was one way to find out. The advantage of not having a heart was that one couldn't have qualms about what one did.

So instead of what might have been expected of someone faced with an enraged animal, he bared his own teeth, and summoned his sword into his hand. He wasn't about to run.

Please not to be killing the Remus. Hurting him a bit is ok though.

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

Not having the instincts to run from something that could hurt him, Remus stayed put, growling ferociously and walking a circle around his prey. Drool and blood dripped on the ground as he slowly paced around what looked to be a human.

When he felt the time was right, he bounded towards the man with blue hair, aiming for the throat as he always did. Not only was it full of blood, but it would bring his prey down quickly.

Got it o7

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

How very predictable. Not that Saïx had truly expected anything different to be quite honest. But predictable wasn't to say it would be bad. ALl it meant was that he didn't need to think about his actions, and he couldn't keep from grinning as the wolf leapt at him.

At the same time, his sword swung up and around. If Remus didn't get out of the way, it would catch him across the side, albeit with the more blunt edge of the blade. He wasn't about to end things that soon.

:D

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

Since Remus was airborne, there really was no way he could dodge the blade, and he was simply knocked away, rolling backwards and crashing in to a lap post. For most animals, this would send them running, but a werewolf was different.

Remus got back up and shook his head, then lunged at Siax again. this time, he kept himself low to the ground. He might be mindless and bloodthirsty, but that didn't mean he didn't learn from his mistakes.

[onabluemoon.livejournal.com]

Good. Very good. It wasn't any fun if the opponent simply broke and ran at the first sign of violence. That things hadn't hadn't ended that way was a good sign. How good remained to be seen but it was a start.

This time however, he simply moved out of the way of Remus' lunge. How far was he willing to go to get at what he wanted?

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

The werewolf missed his target, but he still wasn't discouraged at all. The fact that his prey's heart rate didn't increase may have been a bit of a disappointment to him, but that was a minor detail. The only thing on his mind was bloodshed, and would try as hard as he could to cause as much of it as possible.

Remus had run past his target since he had put so much force behind his attack, but he simply turned around and tried again, this time doing his best to fake out his prey and attack where he might not expect. He ran for Siax's right, but at the last moment, suddenly changed direction to attack his back instead. Here, he threw himself at the Nobody again, still going for the throat.

[throwtheroses.livejournal.com]

Wolf staggered, he couldn’t get out to the church in time. He reached just the outskirts to the side of building. He could hear Remus already transforming inside. Wolf collapsed on the ground, screaming in pain. Muscles coursed through out his entire body, bones shifting blood boiling. Wolf felt the sweat drip down as his teeth grew sharp and fangs grew wide. The colors of his eyes swirled from red to yellow. Howling at the moon, Wolf was already out of control. Clothes ripped from the change in muscle pattern.

Snarling, Wolf turned around, noticing Remus bursting out from the building. He growled slightly hung low on the ground. Ready to pounce when need be. Both fur and hair on ends. If this other wolf was going to be on his territory, then he should think twice before attacking anyone he had in mind. Particularly, anything with enough flesh to gorge upon.

Wolf fight!

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

Remus took no notice of the other wolf. Sure, he could smell him, but he wasn't interested in that kind of blood. He ran past him, instead going straight for a civilian a block down and ripping his apart. This was his way of saying, "This is my territory, bitch!" He looked back at Wolf, snarling and baring his bloodstained teeth.

OH SNAP SON!

[throwtheroses.livejournal.com]

Wolf growled menacingly back his claws wrenching into the ground. He snarled baring his razor sharp teeth back at the other wolf. He backed his legs into the ground went fast through the fields after Remus. His howl sounding out as he tackled the werewolf, as if to say that he didn’t take too kindly to invasion of territory at the moment. Wolf bit down hard on the side of Remus’ thick neck. Marking that he could bite back, though he couldn’t possibly kill the other, but still wanted to show that this wolf wasn’t playing around either. And he wasn’t gonna take any back talk either.

Oh no you DIDN'!

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

Thanks to the thick fur, the bite Remus received from Wolf wouldn't be more than a minor injury. On the other hand, it still hurt, and and still pissed him off.

Remus growled and threw his body around to shake off the half-wolf, snapping his jaws at the air as if it would help. Remus took this action as a challenge, and he put it in to his mind that he would win.

Oh yes he did~ *snap*

[throwtheroses.livejournal.com]

Wolf snarled harshly as he clamped on, eventually the rocking did throw him off. He landed on all fours and aggressively growled under his breath. Slowly taking his step in a circle, giving his stance on the challenge. Growling at the other to come on, as if to say, this was his last warning. Wolf glared up in his hostile movements, not leaving his threatening stare down.

*Snap* This is going to be more epic that Jerry Springer!

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

Remus snarled and growled back, baring his dripping fangs, the hair on his back bristling and his tail straight up in the air. If Wolf didn't have that part of a wolf in him, he'd be dead.

Remus stepped off the carcass of the poor civilian he had torn apart and advanced towards Wolf. He took his steps one at a time, each one another indicator that it was Remus, not Wolf who was in charge of this territory.

[throwtheroses.livejournal.com]

Wolf snarled as he glared up at Remus, continued to stand in his place. His back was arched as his eyes glowed in the dark that surrounded them. His claws open in awaiting the inevitable attack. Though Wolf showed no sense of fear, other than knowing that this werewolf is quite larger and than him, the advantages of being taken down were a lot quicker. He decided to just threateningly keep his stance and stare, his teeth baring the anger he felt as wolf about his potential prey that was taken from him.

[cantfytmoonlyt.livejournal.com]

The werewolf could see that his opponent wasn't going to make the first move, so he went ahead and did so. Snarling, Remus charged at Wolf, instinctively going for the throat.