Sightles

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah's head jerked to the sound of whispering. He could see the two people, attempting to hide behind the trees not far from him. They appeared to be deciding what to do with Soah, when one of them addressed Soah aloud, asking if he needed assistance. Soah haphazardly stood up, using his shoulder to sturdy himself against the tree. He used his cloak to hide his bare chest, and arms. "Yeah, assistance would be appreciated." Soah said, in his normal gruff voice. Soah stumbled towards the group, careful to hide the rest of his bloody body. Soah had no intention of lying to the people, but he also had no intention of telling them what happened. As Soah stumbled over, he recognized the group as the same he saw at the tavern. "By God, it's you bastards, again." Soah said, no really indicating frustration, but more surprise than anything. Soah leaned against a tree, next to the patchwork man. "Don't suppose you can spare a tunic?" Soah asked, hoping the group would provide some sort of warmth for him.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah charged into the thick of the forest, tearing bolts out of his skin with his clawed hand, blood spurting as he did so. Brushing past trees, breaking through foliage, and stomping across the sloped ground, Soah felt himself starting to ease back into his normal self. Blood layered his front half of his body. Soah, with one rip, tore his tunic off his chest, revealing his chest, and all the holes where the bolts had laid waste to his body, and threw it down on the ground. As he changed further and further into his human form, the wounds began to close, and 'heal' themselves. As Soah ran, his pace began to falter, as exhaustion began to set in. Devoid of tunic, his backpack, and only his cloak on now, Soah felt coldness setting in fairly fast. Soah collapsed next to a tree, wrapping his cloak around his body. Blood still coated Soah's hands, and face. As Soah examined the blood, he stared with a blank expression. The itch had definitely been taken care of, and he felt more relaxed at this point, but Soah wasn't happy with what he had done to take care of his thirst.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Pain flashed across Soah, as the bolts from the crossbows struck Soah, causing him to stagger, and taking a step back. Soah turned to face the man, bleeding, but seemingly unphased by the bolts. Soah let loose a might roar, one that could shake the very foundation of people's souls. The roar was long, and loud, echoing across the small town. Soah's head darted around, seeing all the reinforcements that the garrison had brought. In a swift motion, Soah gripped the body of the decapitated guard, and hurled it at the line of crossbowmen that had formed. Soah then took off, full tilt, into the nearest alley. Soah's itch for violence had been somewhat satisfied, but taking that many bolts from a crossbows, and getting speared, wasn't worth it. Soah could take them, if he let the full transformation take over, but that would be at a hefty cost. Soah sprinted with all the speed of a wolf, down multiple back streets, before reaching the wooden palisade wall. It was nearly 12 feet tall. With his speed, and a might push from his legs, Soah attempted to clear the palisade wall. He looked down and saw a whole collage of people gathering, attempting to leave the town, not far from where he was now in mid-leap. His instincts recognized a couple of familiar faces. As he dove over the top of it, pain racked Soah, as he noticed that the spikes on the top of palisade had cut him along the leg. Soah landed on the other side, with a soft thud, before sprinting off towards the direction of the wooded mountains.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah's clawed hands found it's mark, but he didn't stop there. The man would still be alive for a few more moments before suffocation and blood loss took his life. Soah pulled his hand out of the man's throat, and grasped the man's head with both hands, now. Soah forced the man's last moments of life would be staring into the eyes of Soah. With a mighty tug, and a crunch as Soah crushed the man's skull, Soah pulled the man's head from his bottom. Soah wielded the head in one hand, now, as he turned his attention back to the rookie guard. He lifted the head up for the whole audience he had gathered to see. Soah then dropped the head, and slowly advanced towards the guard, until the rookie's blade touched Soah's chest. Soah glanced down at the blade, and pressed his chest up against it, until it torn through his fabric, and drew blood. Soah grinned at the man holding the blade. His heart pumped faster as Soah thought of all the ways he could twist and tear the man's face apart. Soah went for a quick slash, with his left clawed hand, aimed for the open flesh on the guard's face.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah grinned as he tightened his grip on the guard's arm. Soah paid no attention to the man whom ran off screaming, but when the man who had leveled the sword at Soah spoke up, Soah turned his gaze to the man. Soah's previous boyish face was now covered in a good amount of hair, and canine teeth poked out from his mouth. A wicked grin started to spread across Soah's disfigured face. Soah glanced at the guard, and took in the pained expression on the guard's face. He memorized every strain on the man's face. He wondered, momentarily what thoughts were racing through the man's head at this point. Was it thought's of family? Maybe he felt regret for ever signing up for the garrison. Soah reveled in the idea of how distressed the man was. "Looks like it's going to be a closed casket funeral." Soah snarled, his voice deeper than before, and disjointed in speech. Soah raised his other hand, while turning his gaze to make eye contact with the guard with the leveled sword, and plunged his hand towards the guard's throat, whom he still had in his grip. Soah intended to plunge his hand deep into the flesh of the man's throat, and rip out whatever he could, all while staring at the man whom still stood his ground. Soah had almost completely lost himself in his lust for violence. At this point, he couldn't even fully comprehend words, much less be coherent enough to formulate a sentence.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah tilted his head to the side, and the pommel struck true, striking Soah in the side of the neck. Soah didn't budge an inch. The muzzle on Soah's face was now growing, starting to form an actual dog's snout. Soah glanced down at the sword, and then turned his gaze towards the guard, his eyes now a bright yellow color. "I wonder how hard your family will cry when they see your fucking corpse." Soah said, as he grabbed the guard's arm. His hand was now revealed, veins nearly popping out of there place under his skin, and claws akin to that of a wolf. Soah tried his best to apply a death grip to the guard's arm, using enough strength to hurt the guard. The lust for violence, and the desire to see someone struggle started to overtake Soah. Soah attempted to push the guard's arm back, a little, with only a little of force. Then, with as much strength as Soah could muster, and with a fluid motion, he ripped down as hard as he good, trying to violently pop the guard's arm out of his socket. "Warned you." Soah snarled, in a mock voice.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

"Looky here, princess. I'm going to take that sword of your's, and break your fucking face in if you don't back away right now." Soah said, as he slowly let himself succumb to the urge. Not fully, though. He didn't want to lose that much control. Besides, once they saw what he was turning into, they'd probably all run. Soah could feel his arms start to grow in size, just barely though, and under his cloak. He tried to conceal the partial transformation as much as possible, but it was getting more and more visible. His nose slowly turned into what could only be described as a muzzle. The changes were slow and gradual, allowing some kind of discretion. Soah clenched his hand into a tight fist, but still waited before making a move. A sword would hurt, but he could take a blow. He only need a small window. Soah was quick enough, and powerful enough, to rip the man's throat with a quick flourish, and the other two would no doubt run after they saw what happened to their friend.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah pulled his hood down. "I don't think Arcartus pays you enough to step into what you're about to step into." Soah said, as he plucked his pipe from his mouth, and threw it to the ground, in a symbol of defiance. Soah pulled down his hood, revealing his boyish face. Besides his gruff and gravely voice, there was no reason to even be slightly intimidated by Soah. Although, Soah took on a serious visage. Despite not sympathizing with the rebel, and even disgusted by his actions, Soah was in a mood to bust heads, plus he really disliked the Empire's authority. This was a perfect chance to butt heads, save sometime for the rebel to get his act together and hide, and gave Soah a perfectly good reason to get the hell out of town. Soah doubted he could actually take the guards in a melee, though. Soah wouldn't normally want a fight, but the 'itch', as Soah called it, had gotten a lot more vicious within the past couple of weeks. Soah had fought it off considerably, but fighting off this urge was like trying to fight off the cold when you're standing 3 feet in snow, naked. Soah was completely fine with turning, even only partially, to take care of the urge, and three guards would be easy enough. "You might want to take your hand off your sword, unless you actually intend on using it." Soah added, in his gruff voice. While Soah's voice was threatening, he made no move to take a offensive stance against the guards, his hand didn't even trail to his short sword.

Fire in the West (Freeroam)

Soah slammed down his personal flagon of wine, and stood up from the stool. Soah could hear what the man said at the bar, even over the bustle of the tavern. It was obvious that the man had planned some part in whatever was happening outside. Soah, after a moment of thinking, grabbed his flagon of wine, and walked outside the tavern, bumping the man (Griff) at the bar, before going out the door. The man smelled of sea, stronger than most of the people in the tavern. Soah, being as paranoid as he was, was convinced that the man played a part in the act. Soah wasn't a Empire sympathizer by any means, but liars and rakes disgusted Soah, especially since the man had probably killed crewmen that were simply hired to work for the Empire. If you want to fight the Empire, at least do it to their face. Soah thought. Soah exited the tavern, pulling his hood up as he did. He could hear the plated boots of Arcarti guards scurrying around, not far from the tavern. Soah, dropped his backpack to the ground, and pulled out his pipe, along with a large pinch of tobacco. He calmly lit the pipe with a match, and puffed away as he stood outside. The guards would no doubt come bum rushing the tavern once they realized exactly what was happening. Maybe Soah would be able to talk them down, before they busted in and started a witch hunt, something that would no doubt cause a great deal of uproar. Soah planted himself in a position that half-way blocked the entrance to the tavern.

Game of Thrones: The Shadow Tower

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