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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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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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

If he were waiting for Saïx's heart rate to increase he would be waiting days at the very least. Another of those odd quirks of not having a proper heart, and one that he, at least, didn't mind.

He hadn't quite been expecting the feint however, and while he didn't have enough time to properly bring his sword around it was easy enough to put his arm in between Remus and his intended target. He wasn't about to let his throat be torn out that easily - or indeed, at all, even if he would probably manage to live through it.

Remus' teeth sunk into Siax's arm, and the taste of blood encouraged him to keep trying to bring him down. The werewolf refused to let go, and did what he could to try to literally rip it off.

There was a snarl from Saïx at that. A deep, bestial thing that could just as easily have come from the wolf he was fighting. The pain of the bite would have been enough, but with the attempts to pull his arm off it was like a switch had been flipped.

All that rage, all the anger that had been bottled up inside him came flooding out it the light. It was in his eyes, in his blood and it sang to him, even as his teeth sharpened and and his nails became almost like claws, and in the blink of an eye he summoned his sword to his other hand and brought the pommel down squarely on Remus' nose.

There was no more time for patience. If Remus wouldn't let go of his own will, Saïx would make him let go.

Remus didn't take the hint from being whacked in the snout. Instead, he took it as a kind of challenge. He wanted Siax's arm to come off, and by god, that's what he was going to do!

The werewolf instead tightened his grip on Siax and pulled harder. thankfully, for the Nobody, this was taking up a pretty nice amount of energy, and Remus wouldn't be able to keep this up for too much longer, even if his werewolf mind had yet to register such a thought.

Again, Saïx snarled. He could scarcely feel the pain in his arm, with the rage singing through his veins, but that didn't mean that he couldn't take offense at the attempt all the same. After all, it wouldn't be easy to replace it. If it were only dislocated and battered, that he could deal with, but first he had to make sure that it remained

So since his previous attempt hadn't working he reversed the sword in his hand and swung it in at Remus' side. This time, however, he wasn't so kind as to hit with the flat of the blade. This was a strike meant to injure, and he didn't intend to pull the blow.

Although pain didn't effect Remus as a wolf as it normally would, the blow did cause enough damage to force him to let go of Saix's arm. He was knocked to the ground with the blow, a nice gash in his side from where the blade had sliced through his flesh.

He had whimpered when he smashed into the ground, and did his best to get back up, though it took some effort. The wound wasn't a fatal one, but it still hurt. He hesitated, enraged from the pain, and yet thinking that perhaps this lump of meat wasn't worth the effort to kill. Remus stayed where he had picked himself up, snarling and waiting for a reaction from what had been his prey.

Saïx merely bared his teeth in the face of the that snarl, holding his ground. He was no creeping coward, to be cowing bu such a simple. No, he could and would fight to the bitter end - and that end would be a long way in coming.

But neither would he be making the first move. He wanted to see what his opponent thought of the matter; what decision the wolf would come to. Something he would never have done had he been faced with a human opponent, but that was neither here or there.

What mattered now was the next move.

The werewolf saw that his opponent was waiting for him to make the first move, so he did.

Despite the fresh wound Siax had given him, Remus was able to ignore it for the most part, although it did have a slight effect on his attack. Instead of going for Siax himself, Remus went for that damned weapon of his, making sure not to aim for the sharp and pointy part. To the werewolf, it was nothing more than a part of Siax, so in his mind, removing said thing would not only help him bring this guy down, but would injure him as well.

No, werewolves aren't very smart.

Saïx could have almost laughed at that. Disarming was hardly the best tactic, when he could simply return his sword to his hand with an idle thought.

But if his opponent chose to go over that instead of something that would inflict more damage, he wasn't about to correct the error. Pain was the best teacher there was, and he intended to see that it did his job. Of course, even with that he was hardly about to let himself be disarmed. Far from it in fact, and as Remus once again drew near, he slammed the point of the sword into the ground.

Where it struck, a ripple of moon-pale fire sprang up, moving in Remus' direction.

When in his human form, Remus was able to understand magic quite well. In fact, he could boast that he was one of the brighter students at Hogwarts, even though he really wouldn't. He had done most of the work when putting the Marauder's Map together and he had also helped James, Sirius, and Peter figure out how to become animagi. That completely changed when he transformed into a werewolf.

Thus, the fire coming towards Remus took him completely by surprise and he was not ready to react to it. Before he could react, the fire reached him, scorching his fur and burning his face. He immediately turned away from Siax, running away from the fire. Whatever this guy was, he was not worth the risk of taking down, and Remus fled from the fight.

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Terrors of a Full Moon [Active, Open]

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

Got it o7

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Sorry, short tag is short.

It's alright

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