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Terrors of a Full Moon [Active, Open]

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.

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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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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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Remus barked loudly as Zetta came rushing towards him. He readied himself for attacking him, but the demon was quite a bit faster than the werewolf anticipated, and he couldn't dodge Zetta's punch in time, though for the most part, it did just glance off his shoulder, so damage was minimal.

Remus immediately turned towards his foe and snapped his jaws, aiming for the guy's leg again. Those things were as packed with blood as the throat, thanks to the large veins and arteries running through them.

Zetta turned to get out of the way, but the teeth cut gashes into his leg, shallow, but enough to hurt. The demon scowled through the pain, however, white eyes glaring down at the wolf in front of him. He liked those pants, damn it. Technically, they were the only pants he had here.

His hand lit up with violet flame, which coalesced into a fireball that he sent in Remus's direction.

The werewolf had tried to get a good grip on Zetta's leg, but it seemed to have failed, and he only got a scrap of terribly tasting fabric along with some blood. That small amount of blood was enough to encourage to go on though, and ignoring the bright light starting to emit from the demon's hand, he attacked again, leaping up to bite either his prey's throat or face.

With a single toss, the violet flame barreled toward Remus, leaving the Overlord only just enough time to dodge if it didn't meet its mark. Zetta was cutting it close, but he wanted the challenge. Everything before had been boring. He could play chicken now if he damn well wanted.

The violet flame-spell-thing did hit it's mark. Remus had already been up in the air at the time it was thrown, so there was no way he could change direction to dodge the attack. Fortunately for the werewolf, the flame didn't hit him in any vital areas, but more or less glanced off his shoulder.

Still, his fur ignited for a bit, and the skin underneath was badly burned, and even though Remus was flying towards his opponent, he was no longer snapping and scratching at him. Instead, he curled up from the pain and landed on the ground in front of Zetta in a heap.

Zetta smirked as the flame hit and then broke into a full, triumphant grin as Remus landed at his feet. And really, how could Zetta be surprised the fight had gone so well? He was the Badass Freakin' Overlord, after all. "At least you actually managed to have some fight in you. I just have more than anyone can take," he said, reaching out to pick up Remus by the scruff of the neck, intending to savor his victory for a little while longer.

Remus might have been down, but he wasn't out. At least, not yet. As Zetta's hand got close enough, Remus suddenly turned his head to try to bite off the guy's hand. Remus was the one to rip his prey apart, not the other way around.

While his hand wasn't quite bitten off Remus managed to get his teeth sunk in pretty good, and as blood poured from his wounds, Zetta shouted curses left and right, trying to pull his hand free. Son of a bitch! the Overlord repeated to himself in his head. He should have made sure the werewolf really was knocked out before gloating. Damn it!

Being a werewolf, Remus had a damn good hold on Zetta, and he wasn't about to let go any time soon. Despite being weakened by his injuries from the fight, he still did what he could to tug at Zetta's hand to rip the damned thing off.

He might not make it home in one piece, but he did what he could to make sure his opponent would end up the same.

Zetta snarled, his own fangs bared against the werewolf in front of him. Just as Remus wasn't likely to let go anytime soon, Zetta's hand wasn't liable to come off anytime soon, though the gashes were getting quite a bit deeper as time went on. He wasn't some weak-ass human, and if this bastard didn't let him go, Zetta was seriously considering burning its jaw off.

Instead, however, Zetta wrenched his arm upward to try and free it from Remus's jaws, ignoring the searing pain of his tearing flesh as he did so. Come on, gravity... work with him here.

Gravity did do Zetta a favor, along with the force of his pull. Remus was forced to either let go of Zetta's arm or have his jaw broken from the force upward. Remus chose the former, but not before scraping a little more flesh off the guy's hand with his teeth.

Remus landed on the ground on all fours, mostly unhurt, though his jaw would probably be in more than a bit of pain in the morning. For now though, that didn't matter. The werewolf kept his eyes on his opponent, this time waiting for him to attack. He growled, baring his teeth, hoping that Zetta would run away so he could have a nice chase before taking him down.

Zetta immediately pulled his bloodied hand close to him, glaring at the wolf in front of him. Stubborn bastard... Did it really think it could do that to him and get away with it? Did it really think he was just going to shrink off like some sort of weakling?! This was Badass Freakin' Overlord Zetta he was fighting here!

The bastard had taken out his dominant hand, too. Immediately, Zetta's other hand erupted into flame, which he tossed Remus's way, not even bothering to aim in his anger.

Somehow, Zetta's fire ball almost hit Remus square in the face. He had just barely jumped out of the way, but the fire ball still singed his ear, which lit up for a few seconds, spooking him.

The sudden light and burning pain in his ear told the werewolf that it was enough. He growled loudly at Zetta, the turned tail and fled to find something easier and less painful to kill. He could only hope that the demon wouldn't come after him.

Zetta was pissed enough that he almost did go after Remus. Almost. The fact that he hadn't been the one to budge, however, provided him with enough satisfaction that he was more than willing to watch the wolf run off. "Heh... showed him," Zetta muttered to himself, a triumphant smirk stretching across his face.

It disappeared quickly as he glanced back down at his wounded hand. He... was going to have to get that bandaged up, wasn't he? Great. Might as well get back before he got too much blood everywhere.

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