Feeling a primal surge, Lucas fought to keep Rathus in check. He could feel the need to slaughter filling him, and he wanted fresh meat so badly that he could almost taste it, but he knew what that would mean. Shaking, he stayed where he was, trying not to shift. To anyone who looked very closly, they might have seen his spine pushing out from his neck for a breif moment, or a few extra hairs on the back of his neck or chin, but it was doubtful. Lucas, still in control pushed the start of the change back, he knew he still had time since he hadn't felt the pain yet, but he knew it wasn't going to take much more of this to push him off the edge. Then he heard a woman's voice. His primal side could practically smell her little game, but why was she doing so? She was just a woman he almost stared at a few moments ago, he didn't even know her name, so what gave? Tiberius, figuring his impressive display of masculinity had hooked the woman, dropped Lucas. Lucas, keeping his eyes squinted and almost closed and his now clawed hands in his pockets, ran out the door of the tavern. Running down the street as fast as his legs would take him, he struggled not to stumble flat on his face, seeing as he was still very much drunk. His eyes were indeed shifted now, but he was running to fast for anyone to get a good look, so he opened them.<br/><br/>Tiberius strolled over to the gorgeous woman, his manly chest out, and his stride very showy. He placed a massive hand on the bar and leaned into talk to the woman. "And who might you be, lovely?" He asked, clearly using seduction that had worked more than one time for him in the past, he was confident that this woman was just like the others and would practically throw herself at him. Flexing his muscles to make himself look even more ripped. A few of the whores in the tavern nearly fainted, their eyes fixed on him and a bit of drool coming out the corners of their mouths<br/><br/>As soon as Lucas was in the quiet part of town, where he knew no one was, he smashed up a back ally, hoping venting some steam would keep Rathus quiet. He punched a hole in a wall and flipped a cart of vegetables, then ran like hell to get out of town, knowing that he had to get to his basement, to his cage