Chris stalked around the docks, glaring menacingly at anyone who looked at him wrong. He wandered down one street, muttering angrily about his overprotective bandmates, not even looking where he was going. He gave a loud yelp as suddenly someone dragged him into a side alley. He gulped and suddenly felt cold steel on his neck saw a grinning human face looking at him. "Well...is the doggie lost?" he growled. Chris whimpered quietly and said "...Please...don't do this." The man laughed, drawing the knife away and looking the wolf over. "Sorry specimen, aren't ya-ARGH!" He swore and held up his fist, which was bleeding where he'd accidentally sliced it with the knife. Chris couldn't help sniggering. "Smooth." He was shut up immediately by a fist to the face, and he growled as he lifted his muzzle back up, running his tongue along the front-<br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Oh, no.</span><br/>Chris felt the warm taste of blood in his mouth-it was the man's.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">.......It's happening...</span><br/>Chris turned to look at the gang emerging from the shadows of the alley, but he couldn't hear what they were saying over the throbbing in his ears. He twitched a few times and managed to speak. "......please...get out of here." He heard them laugh and say something but again he couldn't hear. He gasped and dropped to the floor as his muscles spasmed and he tried again. "You...don't understand...go..." They simply laughed again and he heard a knife being drawn. But it was too late for the would-be muggers.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">.......NO!</span><br/>Chris squeezed his eyes shut in excruciating pain, but then snapped them open. They were a solid red.<br/>He got up, a sadistic grin on his face. The men knew something was wrong because the wolf was a good three feet taller than he was before and much bulkier. Chris grinned again and advanced forward, keen claws sliding out with a<span style="font-style: italic">schiiik</span>. "Boo."<br/><br/>The men ran. Oh, they ran alright, but not nearly fast enough. In the docks, everyone hears you scream, but no-one cares, and the men's screams pierced the night air as the sun set.<br/><br/>Around half an hour later Ptricia's phone rang. "Ptricia? It's Soren...um... we need you over here."<br/><br/>OOC: Chris will have calmed down but the place will be pretty bloody.