Instinct

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[Having traveled to the Satellite area of the strange new world he'd ended up in, Yuusei finds himself suddenly hit hard by his wolven instinct. The desire to hunt, to kill, to howl and to claim his place amidst the countless scents of his brothers was almost overwhelming. He almost dragged himself into an alley to crouch and hide, fighting to remain human. Their scents were literally everywhere. There was nothing left untouched by the scent of either Jack, Crow, or even Kiryu of all people... their all to human scents. He gnashed his teeth, clutching his head. He couldn't let it happen. He couldn't let it win.]

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[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-From a barely open doorway further down in the shadows of the alley, someone is watching this Yuusei. A normal human would probably never notice him there.-

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[He picks up a new scent amidst the overwhelming scent of his brothers... it is strange to him, and he fights harder to remain in control lest it draws near.]

H-hrrgh...

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-The sight of the Signer squirming around is just a little too intriguing. He moves closer to the door he's peering from, which causes the hilt of his sword to knock against it. He curses himself silently.-

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[He freezes, eyes narrowing, a growl pushing out of him before he can even stop himself. He looks directly to the area where the other stands.]

...wh-what do you want?

1/2

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-A small shimmer in the shadows. Then someone steps out of the door.-

My apologies for snooping.

It's Sebastien.

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

Hnn.. n-now just... isn't the best of times, I'm afraid.

[He fights to keep the wolf within. It's tough, but so long as he has this new scent, he can use it to block out the others.]

He's a devil of a butler

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

On the contrary. You seem to be in pain.

Do you need any assistance, sir?

[Anything that makes Fudou Yuusei sound like a rabid dog is relevant to his interests.]

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

I need to be somewhere... where I don't smell this city.

It was a mistake... coming this way.

I can smell... many, many copies of my brothers.

Where I come from, I lead them... scenting them awakens the want to lead...

And there are so many here... it's... overwhelming me...

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-Well isn't that interesting.-

Scenting? I'm afraid I don't understand.

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

To pick up the scent...

It's a werewolf term.

[And he bows his head, feeling the shame that comes with being what he is.]

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-Very interesting.-

Are you saying that you are a werewolf, sir?

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

..ah.

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

I'll believe that when I see it, I think.

-Not that he doesn't, considering the number of permutations of this man he's caught sight of here. But oh, would he ever like to see it.-

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

I... don't want to change. There's no need for it...

Not now...

[But even as he speaks, his eyes become animalistic.]

Hn...

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-Puts on a concerned face.-

Sir? Are you alright?

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

Nnnhh... I.. I need to... get away from... kkhggh...

[Suddenly, a harsh shock runs through his body, his back arching and his head raising back, jaw forced open as he cries out. It was beginning. It was beginning and he couldn't stop it.]

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-Quickly steps back a few feet and makes a little show of looking afraid, but really, this is all too fascinating.-

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

Please... ghggh... Please! G-ghhg... Help me!!

I... don't... nngGHAAAAAAAA!!!

[He can no longer hold it back, muscles rippling and bulging, splitting the skin as wiry hair bristles along his flesh. He falls to the ground, writhing as his back arches further, limbs relocating as joints shift and crack, human cries shifting to horrible animalistic screams of pain.

His jaw stretches wider and wider, cracking and stretching outward, pushing and pushing, hair sprouting all about it. His teeth grind as they change, lengthening and sharpening, followed by his tongue as it stretches to fill the new muzzle.

His hands clench into fists, only to jerk into spreading as sharp claws curl out of his nails. His clothing is torn asunder as more muscles ripple down his back, into his legs, splitting them at the seams. He howls again and again as the pain grips him, his heels shifting as his feet change, stretching, shifting so the pads can be walked upon with ease, toenails ripping through socks and boots as claws shoot forth.

Finally, the change finishes with his hair falling away, replaced by wolven fur.]

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[The beast pants heavily, spent momentarily from the change... but moments later... it growls, looking to the one nearby.]

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-Well, actually seeing it does come as a bit of a genuine shock. He slowly backs up further and starts to finger something invisible near his waist. He'd rather not break the illusion if he doesn't have to. ... And for that matter, he hopes this mutt can't see through it.-

Sir...?

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[Another low snarl is the only answer, as well as some advancing steps.]

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-And some more backing up, trying to maneuver himself toward the entrance to the alley. His grip tightens on the currently invisible sword hilt and the air around it shimmers slightly. For good measure, he tries to muster up a considerate tone.-

I'm sure you don't want to hurt me.

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[It freezes, as if it has heard the other.]

Nice dye job, Yuusei

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-Well what do you know. Maybe there is some value in keeping up appearances after all. He loosens his hand so that it looks more like he just happens to be holding it in that position, and puts a little fear into his voice as he continues stepping backward.-

Please... I don't mean you any harm.

uh huh

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[The beast backs up a few steps, then shakes its head slightly.]

It's alright. I have it under control now.

Re: uh huh

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-Another bit of genuine surprise at the wolf talking. Fortunately that's well in character. He lowers his hand as casually as possible.-

Oh thank goodness. You gave me quite a fright there, sir.

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head, looking away.]

I've been like this for a long time. It takes a moment, but control does eventually return.

Though it is difficult at the moment. There are too many scents.

I'm pretty sure the tenors aren't entirely human, so he can smell odd if you want

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-Nods.- I am very glad it does, I must say.

Perhaps you should head out of town. Do you need any help?

Pavarotti would cry if he heard that.

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[He looks back toward the street.]

There will be no point in coming to Satellite if I can't control my instincts. Give me time.

I'll sell tickets. Man's got PIPES.

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

Of course.

-Well, now that the wolf's not biting...-

I have to say, it's quite a shock to find out that the King of Riding Duels is a werewolf, of all things.

But he's dead. D:

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head, a rather comical appearance for a werewolf.]

King of Riding Duels...?

D: I forgot. Poor dude.

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

-And he's quite amused by it. But he doesn't let on.-

Aren't you? You did defeat the reigning champion Jack Atlas a few months back, if I remember correctly.

-It did not slip his notice that this Yuusei has no marker, and he's curious why.-

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

Jack hasn't left Satellite.

[swordinyourface.livejournal.com]

Hr hasn't? How strange. The last I heard, he's been a resident of Neo Domino City for almost three years.

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[The beasts shakes its head.]

Where I come from... Jack remains.

[kawaiinoou.livejournal.com]

Mister?

[This little kid 15 year old sees Yuusei! Somehow.]

Are you ok?

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[He gasps, backing up.]

No, I'm not. This isn't the best place for you at the moment.

[kawaiinoou.livejournal.com]

....Oh.

Um, I'll just go...

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry...

[kawaiinoou.livejournal.com]

It's ok!

Aah...just a quick question...have you seen a cat anywhere?

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[He shakes his head.]

No. I haven't caught the scent of any cats either.

[kawaiinoou.livejournal.com]

...His....scent?

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[He's slowly getting more control over the other side.]

Yes. What he smells like. Where he's been. What he considers his territory. Everyone has a scent.

[kawaiinoou.livejournal.com]

Wow, you must have really a really good sense of smell if you can smell everyone's scent!

Like a doggy...like Jounouchi.

[moonlitsigner.livejournal.com]

[He gives a small smile.]

A little like a canine, yes, but closer to canus lupus.