For Shaw! WC: 518

Since he had last wandered these lands, Kesho had learned much about life and its balance. Keeping to himself he had become somewhat more hardened, and substantially more mature. Last he had trod the borders of any territory, he did it with some sort of childish instinct and wonder. Still, he retained these qualities, but they were much subdued, and quite hidden, except in the right circumstance. Sometimes, he offered play towards another, or even alone, but it was a rare occurrence. Today, he had a spring in his step. He was quite lighthearted these past few days, and that feeling continued as he briskly patrolled the lands. It wasn't that he was searching for anything in particular, no, he was just becoming reacquainted with the territory. It had changed quite a lot, but still retained the qualities that he loved. Presently he was prowling through a quite sunny area, on this clear and beautifully chilly day. The grass was dying, mostly, but some hints of the lush green still remained; others lay covered in bits of frost from the morning's dew.

The bronzed 'yote noticed a small group of four or five white rabbits nearby, minding their own business and chomping on some of the weeds which managed to survive the frost. He lowered his body behind a nearby outcropping of rocks, staring at the grazing rodents intently. Slight pangs of hunger echoed in his bowels, but it wasn't that which drove him. It had been a while since he'd had the freedom to hunt on such an expanse of land. As a loner he'd needed to take care that he wasn't stepping on the toes of any nearby packs, be them coyote or wolf. Rabbit wasn't his favorite meat, but it would do for a lovely morning snack.

Kesho padded lightly around the boulder, nearing the busy bunnies, attempting not to make a sound. Crouching as low as he could, he neared them slowly, getting ever closer. When he was right upon the small group, still mostly hidden by the slate that he anchored himself to, he pounced. The group scattered in fear, each having narrowly escaped his grasp. Pinned beneath his large paws, however, was one who had been just barely too slow. He grinned maliciously down at the plump rabbit, exerting continued pressure as it wriggled and squirmed in his grasp. With one quick motion, he had latched onto the creature's head, teeth sharp and deadly as ever, separating the muscles and sinew, ripping apart its neck. He chewed noisily, crunching each bone with pleasure. Quickly he devoured the rest of the rabbit, leaving a few larger bones to perhaps chew on later. His visage now covered in crimson, he looked quite malignant. Retiring himself to a nearby boulder he lay down in repose, absently working on cleaning the blood from his limbs and face. Yes, Kesho... excellent. Kill for me. You know how good it feels..., screamed a voice inwardly. Kesho considered this momentarily, but soon returned to his self-grooming. Killing rabbits was not quite worth the trouble; it was far too easy.

WC: 673. Forgive me, I'm still trying to decide how I want to work this particular transformation thing out, lmao. Feel free to give him some scars, too, though. His asshole side deserves it a bit. Lol.

Kesho was pulled out of his state of thoughtless, monotonous work suddenly by a scent on the winds. It can't be..., he thought. Yes, Kesho! Now's your chance to let me through...let me show this far too brave dog whose land this really is... And he wasn't fighting him, yet. Wolves were smarter than to travel here. At least, most of them were. Since he had returned he had yet to smell an outsider in this territory. It excited him to sense that there were still those naive enough to approach these grounds without expecting a punishment. Although he hadn't long been back here, he felt that he held as much right as any to chase any and all trespassers out. Perhaps he might regain some trust with Gabriel that way, at least. The ocherine dog was slightly worried, after all, that he wouldn't be respected, acknowledged, because of the slight prejudice that bound him to these lands so greatly. It was hard to ignore, that hatred of canis lupus.

Soon the canine appeared; a strangely colored dog-- he was a mix of oranges, cremes, and reds. Kesho wondered to himself from whence this coloring had come. However, his wonder was cut short by an intense rage welling up inside him. The other had hardly been in his line of view, when the coyote was overcome by anger. Kill that dog! Who does he think he is, coming here with such bravery! Do not allow him the luxury of life. He couldn't stop it. The thoughts overtook him, causing him an almost unbearable amount of pain. Not since he had returned had that other side of him been capable of overtaking him, until now. Allow ME, Kesho! I will deal with this ignorant fuck who dares to set foot on OUR land! Kesho gave in, buckled under such immense pressure. No longer was he in control; it was the other's turn. He was nigh unstoppable in this state; something which Kesho rarely admitted, and it frightened him somewhat. In this situation, however, it was nearly a necessity. Yes, Kesho! Finally, you free me... You fucking coward, it's about time you let the master work. Now, stand down, you worthless piece of shit.

Not frequently did the coyote turn. His form morphed where he stood, each change in his body causing more maleficence to build inside of him. He could feel his bones elongating, limbs following suit to accommodate; his skin stretched, fur thickening and hackles raising to their length. Now significantly larger, in his secui form, Kesho stood, staring through blood-red eyes at the trespasser who dared speak to him on these lands. Though not as big as a wolf in comparable Luperci form, Kesho was formidable. His light frame and agility were powerful tools, and though his teeth were yellowed with age, they still possessed a powerful bite to be feared, for certain. Glaring at this daring wolf, the giant dog spoke.

"How dare you come near these lands. Who do you think you are, you filthy mutt? You would be wise to never return here.", he snarled, great canines dripping with longing to taste the blood of a wolf. "That is, if you survive this time. Don't count on it."

Words were superfluous; Kesho was controlled, overtaken by this powerful, demonic creature inside of him. His rage was uncontrollable, and he charged at the dog before him without mercy. In a full sprint he ran, not in a straight line, but around the reddish canine. He circled, aiming a bite with his massive jaw at the haunches of this stupid dog. Kesho stopped suddenly, having now passed the other, and turned to face him, face full of anger, seeing nothing but red. His fang were bared, and there would be no stopping him now. The massive coyote now charged again, leaping into the air moments before reaching the wolf, blind fury directing him and his bite, which attempted to take out the dog's neck. He wanted blood. He aimed to kill.

Obviously, he wants to. But we can make sure Shaw isn't hurt too badly. Lol. WC: 316

Kesho reacted quickly in this demonic form; he felt his large opponent's teeth clasp around his leg, but it was brief. Ripping his foot away, he managed to tear some of his own flesh, feeling the warmth of his own blood trickle down his leg. Ignoring all pain, rage blinded him-- a rage that wasn't his own; a rage that he couldn't control. Crimson eyes narrowed as he whipped his body around to face the other dog, venomous fangs dripping with malice and anticipation. A snarl plastered on his face-- a hideous, terrifying look for him in this state-- the male emitted a low, deadly growl. His eyes burned into the stranger, hatred seething through him. Kesho's form was quite larger than the other canine in this secui form, but the wolf was still a formidable size, and the coyote spent little time observing his movements, his defenses.

He wanted, nay, required blood; to eliminate this dog. Kesho's mind was in a small war now, as well, with the true-hearted coyote inside struggling to be let out; that dog might not aim to kill this wolf, although he wouldn't be very much less merciless. The hulking coyote charged once more, weaving outward, away from the wolf, before sprinting towards his hindquarters, gnashing teeth grasping, needing to rip through flesh and fur. Strengthened arms and claws longed to harm this animal, and as the rage built, Kesho felt his body hungering to morph into optime form. He would hold back, for now, enjoying his current view of this dog's suffering. He was a beast; pain wasn't felt now; there was no need. He slammed his body into this enemy suddenly, trusting his increased weight to overpower the smaller frame of the dog. He saw nothing but red. There was only one desire in his mind--dominating the futile attempts of the coyote to regain control--: kill.

So I think we can wrap this up pretty soon; unless you wanna keep going. :] WC: 387

Kesho barely felt it as his opponent's jaws clamped against his shoulder; they were quick, hard bites, and he sustained several. It was almost like an ant bite or a bee sting to him in this mode. Annoying, slightly painful, but greatly enraging. Somewhere inside, Kesho was fighting to regain control. It wasn't working, though, and his body was ridden with wrath. He was vicious, now. The dog snapped at him again, grazing his hindquarters but not causing quite as much damage. Kesho kicked back at him, large, strong legs aiming straight for the wolf's jaw. He launched himself forward quickly, running several paces ahead and then turning once again to face the dog head on. His eyes blazed red with fiery fury. This wolf was not heated with the fire of battle; it seemed as though he quite disliked it, and the bronze coyote could tell.

"You're a coward and a fool! Just like all the others..." he motioned now to the skulls off in the distance, placed around their border as a clear warning to trespassers. "If you value life, you better leave...or fight like you mean it." He snarled, sharp canines still stained in the wolf's blood.

Somewhere in him, the true character of the coyote was allowing this dog a chance to survive, to escape. If he remained here, he would certainly find death in short time. Now, the urge to shift was overwhelming, and he swiftly gave in. He wanted more of that deliciously metallic crimson liquid; longed to rip into flesh. His body morphed now, muscles stretching, bones cracking as he shifted; it was a pain he loved to endure. Kesho was much taller now; slightly over six feet, he hovered high above this lonely canine. Nearly three times his weight in lupus form, he felt exciting new strength. Two feet were harder to move quickly on, but he had become formidable at fighting in this form-- if only when truly enraged; only when he took over. Kesho lunged now, rushing forward on well-muscled legs, in an all out attempt to get this dog out of his sight, or keep him from ever entering it again. Sharpened claws slashing at every piece of the dog that he could reach, the coyote snarled, a menacing sound which was aimed to inject fear.