Tsukinama's eyes widened as he felt the spike pierce his skin and dig into the flesh of his forearm, and weave through, immediately after the impact yanking his arm back. Out, get it out, just get it out, get it out! How did she even manage to hurt him?<br/><br/>He bared his teeth at her, taking a few steps back as soon as the spikes were pulled out of his arm. He hasn't been injured on a hunt for a long, long time. It's been years since he last met an opponent that didn't go down easily with a few hits... Last time, it was while he was still leading the Crimson Maw.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Teeth. No, fangs. Opening and closing in dozens of rows, deadly weapons of consumption and destruction. And then they, bloodied crimson, raise up towards the full moon, shining on the inky sky. The crimson glistens on their smooth surface. Claws dig into the soft brown earth underneath.</span><br/><br/>His back arched as Tsukinama drew a deep breath in. The strands of silver hair sled down his shoulders, being pushed back, and the muscles that covered his chest seemed to grew to an even more horrific size. He barred his teeth, and the already sharp fangs extended further. His hands clenched into fists and stretched once again, growing long and sharp, claws like a deadly beast. As he fell forwards to the pavement, both his shirt and most of his pants tore to pieces, leaving him in scraps, but there no longer was a man - instead, an enormous white beast stood on his place as an ear-ripping howl echoed through the air.<br/><br/>The white fur, hard and spiked, appeared dark blue in the twilight, but his eyes, even now a bright blue, burned with a wild, feral cunning, and hunger. Bloodthirst. His muscles tensed up, and he threw himself forth, in a single leap crossing the entire distance that divided him from the ghoul.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">***</div><br/><br/>The streetlights flickered before his eyes, or was it his conscience that wavered as he struggled to get through the labyrinth of city streets? Heck, who the hell knew!<br/><br/>A trail of red marked his way, every now and then a few drops of his scarlet blood dripping off his fingers, nearly numb from clutching on his shoulder so hard. Gritting his teeth, he raised his head - to see a few people in his way.<br/><br/>A werewolf and a ghoul... But it wasn't Isana. Where was Isana? She must have gone home... He'd find her as soon as he'd sort his own self out. With those thoughts, he pushed his way through the two people, mumbling some kind of apology, and stumbled further.