Raining Stray Cats and Dogs

[Mishiranu Arashi]

After a few moments discussion in the bar Arashi and Tomoyo left the bar..they walked about a block when Arashi started getting curious.

"How exactly are we getting there?"
His question was answered with a grin..and a sudden image he wasn't sure he saw. In the middle of the deserted street Tomoyo had sprung wondrous and entrancing wings, holding a hand to him. He took her hand and stepped a bit closer to her suddenly they were surrounded in a wild flurry of feathers..the moon light shone coolly on the maelstrom as they sunk into the gaping shadow beneath them.
Arashi glanced up to see a last broken view of the glazed moon through the feathery veil before it all vanished from his sight. Then..a minute point where darkness ruled his vision followed by the appearance of a new setting. The whirling feathers began to dissipate and the site before him became more and more stunning. The moment the last feather wafted away his heart was beyond racing. He glanced around feeling a regal aura around him and trembling happily.

Strangely he felt as if he'd not only left his realm..but his time as well. The walls where stone and the decor was simply amazing. Her walls had the most exhilarating art works hung here and there. There were extremely well done banners and tapestries placed along the walls as well. Yet..dispite this, there were many servants drinking..mating, and doing whatever activities they so chose in various places along the grand hall..

Though Arashi thought the staff should be more suiting to the attire of the castle he was to awed to comment. By his method of arrival..and to where he'd arrived. He was nearly unable to move in his trance-like state.

[Sanada Tomo]

The Flourish with which they entered Tomoyo's castle was immediately swallowed by the plethora of activities that were going on in the main attrium of her castle.

The Yami-ou heard a thump behind her, and knew that it was her servant, Avalon, arriving behind them with his now half empty crate of Windtini bottles.

It was as the crate impacted with the floor that grabbed everyone's notice, because as the crate fell, Symphony appeared in her own flourish, falling from the darkness that encompassed the ceiling of the castle, too far high up for any Mortal to be able to see.



As she landed, her chains did with her, clattering loudly on the ground as she stood herself upright. With THAT clatter, all movement stopped in the attrium; no talking, no moving, no fucking; there was no noise whatsoever, and Symphony's voice rang loud and clear as she said, in her non-chalant, placid tones,

"Welcome Home, Mistress Tomoyo."

The various denizens of the castle vanished, cleaning up after themselves as they left; most knew a little magic at the least, and used it at their discretion.

"Am I to assume this is Mistress's new friend?" Symphony said, the kind wording of the statement disturbed by her emotionless voice.

"Yes," Tomoyo said with a smile, looking at the emptying, but now glittering sanctum. As her subjects passed they all greeted her in some way or another, but seeing as the Yami-ou had a guest none of them paused long enough to allow the King to reply properly. "His name, dearie, is Arashi. Do we have any rooms open near mine in the castle?"

"Yes. Arashi will be with us for a long time, Mistress." It was not a question, but a statement, as Symphony knew nothing more than for her Mistress's word to be law. "Shall I keep watch over Mistress's home for intruders now?"

"Yes. Who else is home? Is Ren here?" Tomoyo asked, a bit of hope in her voice.

"No. Young Master Exodus's presence..."

"Ah...waiting for another meal, no doubt. Cielle?"

"Out Hunting. She is tired of the way Mortals prepare their meals."

"The Twin Dragons may be here sleeping as well. Shall I search for them?"

"No. We'll find them if we're here. Please, Symphony, take your leave. You will know if I need you."

"Servant always knows what Mistress needs."

"Yes. Please go now."

And with that, Symphony's profile, from top to bottom, slowly turned itself to liquid darkness, falling to the stone floor and sinking through it, vanishing.

Tomoyo turned to Arashi, and said, "Well...I wanted to changed into something a bit...more comfortable, eh? I'm usually not a woman when I step into my castle these days..."

Leading the boy across the attrium floor, Tomoyo began to change, her physical appearance altering itself. Her dark hair grew longer, her body a bit less curved; her chest began to shrink--though Arashi, who was at her back, could not see it--her clothes changing as well. By the time they reached a certain door she was no longer wearing the sleeveless shirt and jeans that she had sported in the bar; no, her dress was now more regal, a dark, blood-like red robe, chinese style, reaching down to the floor. black pants now covered his legs in the softest silk.

Opening the one ancient oak door that they now stood in front of, his transformation was complete; it led to a room completely furnished in the style for royalty. At one side there was a large bed and at the other a desk for study and writing; the floors were no longer stone but a beautiful polished wood, and Tomo tread upon it silently with slippers as he led Arashi to the balcony, throwing open the sliding doors and turning to finally reveal the complete state of his transformation to the Mortal as he leaned against the railing outside.

"Do you like it? I thought I would make you feel like you were at home..."

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi jumped at the surprise arrival of Avalon, then tripped backward as the second figure dropped from the ceiling.

"umm..i..wha.."

Arashi was a bit startled and listened to part of their conversation while watching the various peoples of the area unfroze and bustled about. A few of them vanished in pops and puffs, other scurried away or slipped around corners. Arashi found himself amused by watching the various escape acts and awkward glances. A few of them averted the eyes completely from Tomoyo and others stared at her back. Many of them glanced at him as well before creeping out of view.

Arashi still found himself much in awe of the grandness of the castle and forgot about listening to the servants and their master as he swept the room with his eyes. The scattering denizens had been sure to clean the places they had inhabited in the moments it took them to vanish. They was few remaining stragglers about and they looked especially nervous as they struggled to clean strange stains and gather the things scattered on the ground.

Arashi returned his attention to the female that fell from above as he as the mention of dragons touched his ears. He snapped to attention but was soon relaxed.
not here..good..dragons? geez

He nodded when Tomoyo addressed him was not really to attentive. He was wondering where dragons could be kept in a castle so wonderfully furnished...But he was quick to follow her as she began to make her way through the glistening atrium. The headed through a intricate archway and walked about through an area that was obviously off limits to many of the lesser servants. He stared at the portraits and tapestries as the walked and nearly bumped into her as they stopped. He looked up at the large oak doors and stepped in slowly. He took a long slow look around the room..and quickly felt the blunt realization that he had been quite the pauper in his life.

The artwork in this room was entirely different, The tapestries and decor where of the finest in Chinese culture. The floor was a lovely wood and the bed was laden in still finer silk and seemed far more plush then anything he'd ever rested on. He felt the warmth of the sunset coming from the wall before him and looked to see. But was shocked.

He fell back in his moment of shock as his hostess had seemingly been replaced with..well someone else. The view was beyond lovely, there was no visible sun.but the same soothing warmth washed over him. The man that had taken the place of his hostess was just as beautiful as the room around him, with garments that matched to the thread. Arashi let himself fall against the floor completely, his back on the lukewarm wood that made the floor, his black cloak sprawled around him. He was the most out of place object of the room but felt very at home.

Arashi got up and hopped unto the bed and rose to his elbows, looking at his new host.

"umm..what happened to Tomoyo?"

[Sanada Tomo]

"I would prefer it, actually," the voice was now deep and melodic, no longer feminine, "If you called me Tomo while I'm in this form; it..fits a bit better, don't you think? With me being a man right now and all..." Tomo really missed this. The revealing of his shifting nature--introducing himself to someone new was something that he hadn't done in a little.

The boy seemed to enjoy the room at least. Arashi had situated himself down on the bed, and Tomo flashed him a rathe hungry, bemused smile.

"You see, Arashi, I'm...what do you Mortals call them? Shapeshifters. Yes. Shapeshifter. This is my male form. I do most of my Hellion business in this...state."

Tomo approached the bed, trying to look non-threatening. "I am the same being; the same soul rests within my physical body. Some things have simply...changed. You will have to grow used to my aura so that you can tell me apart from others. I have many different looks for both male and female forms.

Seeing the boy propped up on his elbows at least told Tomo that he wasn't too rattled by all of this. Good. He would get used to things faster.

"Symphony and Avalon will be at your disposal during your stay here. Should you ever need or want anything, ask them. They will appear when you speak their names, as I have commanded them as such. You can also explore the castle. No place is off limits as of now, but doors that you are not supposed to open will be locked. If a door isn't locked, but is closed...I would advise you to knock first...to avoid any compromising situations. You've seen how the castle folk can be..."

Seating himself next to him, he smiled coyly. "Any questions?"

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi grinned.
I could get used to this
"well..not much to ask about..I guess. I'm a bit humbled..this room.."

Trailing off Arashi found himself staring into Tomo's eyes. He shook himself and rolled out on the bed happily. Hi smile was the most honest it had been in years. He'd never been so satisfied in recent memory. He glanced at Tomo.. I wonder if he meant only the people of the castle when it comes to.."comprimising positions..."

"I don't think Avalon likes me too much, I'll probably call on Symphony though..she doesn't seem to care at all"

Arashi rolled back and forth on the silk sheets basking in the warmth from the.. what is that light?

"oh..I have a question..where does that light come from?"

He pointed out the window at the orange red sky.. his eyes glazed in avid curiosity. In truth Arashi was past being rattled..he'd been living on the brink of insanity and was now in Hell. He was more in awe then scared. Then..before Tomo answered his first question Arashi ran his fingers over his cloak and looked toward the only thing that resembled the normal closets he was used to and looked to see if he had anything new to wear. He tossed his cloak as he made his way over to it. His body was scared, long marks that were obviously from serrated objects across his back. His shirt was being used as bandaging for recent wounds that where on his arm and across his chest. He seemed to have done the wrapping instinctively and without much care.

He paused and looked at his chest..touching the gash to see if it had healed yet. It had been there since the night he met Shadow.

[Sanada Tomo]

"Ah," Tomo said, gesturing with a hand to the outside. "That comes from the magic I used to create Hell. Heaven does not have a sun, either. Our cycle of day and night is modeled after your realm, actually. It's better than Heaven--they don't have Night at all..."

As he said this, the youth tossed his cloak aside, moving towards the closet in the room and allowing his bare chest to show.

Long, deep scars made their way across the skin, and Tomo could easily make out the clothing being used as a bandage; the smell of dried blood filled his nostrils, and he rose unconsciously, making his way to the boy in a stride so quick that it looked as though he had been floating.

Not caring about Arashi's reaction to the violation of his personal space, Tomo leaned down, his own robes brushing against the bruised and cut skin, and the Yami-ou ran his own fingers down and across each scar.

Staring at Arashi's chest as though he was entranced, the Yami-ou sunk to his knees, fingers still tracing the old injuries. Glancing up at Arashi briefly, the dark haired King kissed the boy's lower stomach. Using his hands to untie the various makeshift bandages tied on the boy's person, Tomo kept his lips pressed against the injured skin, he murmured, "...heal..."

From beneath his hands sprung what looked like black ribbons; several of them came at once, each wrapping and lacing itself around a gash, tying themselves on as though invisible, expert hands had been guiding them.

Keeping Arashi from moving by holding the boy down with his grip, Tomo looked up when the process was done.

"Your wounds will heal four times as quickly, and it will stop the blood, too..."

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi nodded as he was told about the magic of this realm.It was strange to be talking to the ruler and creator of hell on such normal terms. I mean, the rest of the human race absolutely feared hell. He was thoroughly enjoying himself as well, just being here was like a dream.

Yet..his dream took a new turn the moment the King touched him, sending a chill through his body. He opened his mouth in protest but couldn't think of how to tell off a king of his action in his realm. He felt the soothing texture of the cloth of his robes on his skin and trembled slightly from it.On top of that, the feeling of Tomo's fingers trailing along the sensitive skin of his scars was too tantalizing.Arashi closed his eyes only for a moment, attempting to muster up an objection..any objection.

At the moment Tomo's lips touched his lower abdomen Arashi's eyes snapped back open and he would have leaped away if it had not been for the firm grip the King had placed him under. As a result Arashi could only stand there and tremble under his hosts gentle caress.

When the ribbons of Tomo's magic crossed his skin Arashi felt his wounds close and his flesh mend. He felt the very sensation of his skin recovering it's splendor and was soothed. His eyes locked with his caring caretaker when the process had finished. A new light glimmered in his already glowing blue eyes.

"thanks.."
wait..stop the blood..did he..
his voice was light and he wondered.

"did...did you heal my anemia? "
the question sounded funny to him, noo..he couldn't have..so easily?

Arashi ran his own hands over his body, still staring into the eyes of hell's king.

[Sanada Tomo]

Tomo's eyes narrowed in confusion; he was not familiar with that word, and he repeated it slowly. "A...ne...mia?" He supposed that it was a Mortal affliction; Celestials need not worry about such things.

But Arashi asked his question with such relief that Tomo wished his magic was strong enough in healing to rid the boy of his disease.

"I'm afraid that my magic can only stop blood and heal what is there. It cannot heal entire conditions. I am sorry that I'm not a more adept healer; but my element is rather...out of the realm of extreme healing magics, I suppose that you could say."

A pause. "Anemia? What is that? I do not really understand..." Still leaning against the boy with his lips still running across the now smooth skin, he had not moved because the boy had not told him to; Arashi just stood there, looking slightly relieved but still confused about very recent events.

The sun was still setting outside, the sky becoming darker tones of red as the makeshift light reflected the actions of the Mortal sun. The Red light covered the room, making everything look almost the same as the color of Tomo's own robes.

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi smiled...he could have laughed. The fact that Tomo didn't know the word had cut the blow to his hope by at least half. He frowned though because he knew he still had his problematic affliction. well I guess I shouldn't so easily get my hopes up...It seems everyone really does have their own limits

He was still a bit shocked that his body had been so nicely healed. He was glad that his wounds were closed..at least it wasn't still aching. He felt refreshed, this day had gone by in a strange way..in fact, his whole recent month and a half was bizarre. Yet, in this most strangest of all places, he felt at ease..even comfortable under Hell's setting sun. The deep red that covered the room washed away his last apprehensions of his new home. No longer was Arashi thinking of fire and brimstone, but instead he thought of Hell's castles and...well..it's free spirited denizens.

Arashi found himself wondering freely in his thoughts. He was only slightly aware of Tomo's touch as he answered him.

"Well..anemia is a disease that I've had since birth. My blood has fewer red blood cells and doesn't clot around wounds normally and instead I bleed more profusely. It's rather bothersome when everything my blood touches is melted. Even though, strangely enough..I don't ever get weak from it."

Arashi looked down at the face of his handsome host with smiles in his eyes. He was a bit tired, a lot of new things had happened and Arashi wasn't used to such hectic days. He noticed that Tomo seemed to be enjoying his time against Arashi's skin and tilted his head slightly.

"umm..do you intend to hold me through the night Tomo?"

[Sanada Tomo]

Tomo slowly stood up, even that gesture looking most graceful as the Yami-ou now looked Arashi in the eyes.

"Your skin just feels...soft...when it isn't covered in scars," he said, leaning close to Arashi's face, noses almost touching. "As for your disease, I thought that sort of thing was normal...not that your blood burns through everything, of course, but the other bit..." Holding out his right hand, a blade appeared, glinting red in the setting sun. "I've never thought it was a problem. My blood never stops pouring when it is cut...but I don't get weaker, either; it's considered a disease in your Realm, really? A-ne-mi-a?" he said in a singsong voice, pulling away from Arashi long enough to reach and cleanly slide the blade through the middle portion of his left arm. Crimson blood flowed, falling onto the floor...

[exodus]

Exodus's nose twitched. There was blood somewhere in the castle. Tomo's blood.

The vampire didn't even bother with the pleasant and time consuming option of bothering to sniff it out.

With the whisper of a thread of wind, his silhouette disappeared from the shadows in his room.

And when he materialized outside of the door that he KNEW Tomo was in--the smell of Celestial blood filled his nostrils like smoke from a fire--he didn't even bother to knock, knowing that the Hellion King would be mad.

Launching himself into the dimly lit room, not even caring that there was another stranger with the Yami-ou, Exodus flew to Tomo's arm, lips clamping down on the wound near Tomo's elbow.

All this blood, going to waste on the floor.

Exodus fed hungrily--it had been a while since Tomo had let him have another sip--totally disregarding the other guest as his bloodlust overwhelmed him, and his mind slipped into a state of perpetual bliss. As long as the blood was here...nothing to worry about...everything in the world would be alright so long as this wonderful blood was here...

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi froze..his body shivering violently. He felt the strange raging of his lost self pulse through him as the blood dropped thickly upon the floor. His teeth chattered..he had been unprepared for that..
No..too much blood..I don't think..I can keep it up..

He struggled with himself to contain his change..his body heated..his heart beat faster..faster. His body was pumped with massive amounts of adrenaline. He was shaking, on edge.
heal it..please...I'm begging you..clean the blood.

He was pleading silently as the door flew open.He saw the new stranger enter..he was shocked to see his action though. The man so eagerly leaping into the bloody embrace of Tomo and lapping up the flowing blood. The scent still hung strongly though and the wet red on the floor was still bright in his eyes. Maye he'd lick that up too..but in any case the blood needed to be taken care of.

Unable to speak Arashi panted..his eyes glazed and stuck on the not so freely flowing blood, and it's drinker. His tongue lashing about his lips and the desire to go wild began to overwhelm him.Yet, this time it was not only the yearn to feed..but a new sensation that filled him. yet and still, he had really been unprepared to see the blood. Even more, he was unprepared for the blood drinking guest. He could only hope Tomo could see his conflict.

[Sanada Tomo]

Tomo's eyes brief flew to the back of his head as Exodus's teeth slid with ease into his flesh; he could feel the pull of the vampire's lips as he sucked on the free flowing blood. Honestly, he missed the feel of the vamp's mouth on his wounds, the feeling of never-ending ecstacy...

Tomo almost blushed, remembering that Ren had told him that the feeling of having the blood sucked from you was the reasons why the Upright wanted him to stop letting Exodus do this.

But his attention was split when he sensed another aura. His first thought was one of attack, and Tomo looked around frantically, mentally summoning Symphony to the doorway.

That was before his eyes settled on Arashi.

His aura was changing, shifting into something else. There was clearly a negative expression on his face, and Tomo could see his eyes widen as they saw the blood.

With haste Tomo pushed Exodus away from him, pulling a silk napkin from the front pocket of his exquisite robes to soak up the small amount of blood on the floor. He did not dismiss Symphony. He did not know what the boy was going to become. Perhaps he was a youkai of some sort?

"Arashi...?" he called softly, sweetly.

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi's thoughts warped quickly. He felt his body calling him into the darkness that he feared. He remembered the feeling..it wasn't painful, he was now anxious for the blissful feeling of releasing himself. The sensation of pure rage coated him and he dropped to his knees. The sound of Tomo's call drowned by his minds wrathful screaming. He felt it, the orgasm-like feeling of loosing control. He became enthralled and stopped resisting.
why have I been resisting this? It feels good...

He looked up into Tomo's eyes and grinned wildly as his jaws widened to make room for his new fangs..pushing out his original teeth , the blood filling his mouth. His grin was off nothing but sharpened teeth and he winced slightly as his nails were forced off of his fingers by his growing claws, more blood spilling out on his hands covering them in the acidic fluid.

Without hesitation he flew forward, attacking the hellion king the moment he changed. he attacked in a spinning slash of his claws, the blood from his hands arching around him as he went into his attack. His mind was thinking only of his desire to ravish those before him with his claws. His body wanted the fleshy nourishment of a warm body and the call of his desires fueled his wild and mindless attack.

His instinct controlled his motion but he was aware that he was opposing more the just one being. He allowed his blood mixed saliva to pass from his lips increasing the acid that whirled around him.

[Sanada Tomo]

Before Arashi could even reach out to rip Tomo's throat apart, Symphony attacked, her chains whirling in the direction of his arms, to bind his body and thus keep her Master safe.

Tomo waved a hand, and a shield of darkness sprung to life, surrounding both him and Exodus, keeping them both from harm. The shield was for the vampire's benefit, considering that he had no trust in Symphony. He couldn't die, Tomo supposed, because he was a vampyre, but Exodus was peculiar, and he figure that Exodus still saw himself as a Human, still vulnerable to that which he did not understand.

Tomo did not want to fight Arashi, did not want to hurt the friend that he had just made.

And as a wicked smile slowly made its way across his features, he realized that he would get his wish--Symphony would be doing the hurting instead.

He watched from the edge of the bed, Exodus still desperately clinging to him for the benefit of his blood despite the situation.

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi snapped to a sudden stop in his spin as his arms and legs were caught in the chains. The shield before him barely a foot from his face meet the bloody arch with only a sizzle as the acid dripped down on it and to the floor. He looked about wildly even before he hit the ground for the attacker flailing about so he would land safely on all fours. He roared, a mutilated and harsh tone that once belonged to the calm arashi.

He landed on his hands and feet glaring savagely at the servant that had bound him. He licked the chain around his left hand, the blood that coated his tongue layered the metal already as it had caught him, he was savoring the taste of a blood only he dared drink as he glanced at the vampyre behind the barrier. He shivered in an unbridled fury and lunged forward at Symphony, paying no mind to the blood moistened chains that shackled him. His mind dulled by his wrathful and confused state he knew only to attack.

Without effort to block any but the most frontal assault from his adversary he spit a stream of his blood at Symphony in mid lunge. He was not a stupid beast, he needed to know the weak point of any creature that could so quickly restrain him.

[Sanada Tomo]

Symphony did not move, even as the acid made an arch through the air, aimed at her waist. The Acid reached her before her attacker did, and she did not even flinch at the sizzle that pierced her flesh. As soon as she felt her physical body begin to deteriorate at the corrosive liquid, she shed her servant form and revealed herself as liquid darkness shaped as a humanoid figure.

As Arashi impacted with her liquid form, she splattered in all directions; even still, the chains that bound him had changed to liquid as well. However, it had tightened even more around Arashi than the chains had, and each bead of onyx liquid in the air whipped around with sudden speed, latching onto Arashi's arms, his feets, his abdomen, hardening into dark crystal to restrain him further.

[Mishiranu Arashi]

Arashi smiled as the red acid melted into her sure she was standing as a show of bravado and that his claws would find there mark. The savagery in his attack was lustful in many ways and he opened his fanged maw to taste the flesh of the servant sentry. Yet, to his surprise he found himself tumbling through a black liquid that at once snapped up again in mid-movement by chains. He hissed, red arches of acid spraying about as he writhed maddened against the captive darkness. He looked at the shackles upon him to find that they were a crystal he'd never known..it didnt seem to have any blood on i or surely it would melt...or would it.

Vicious and enraged the bestial Arashi cut the palms of his hands with his claws so that the blood would run down in the hopes he'd be freed. As a captive he was no as afraid as he was angry. he let his bloodied saliva drip to the crystal around him and shook in pain , anger, and fear. He was angry because of his pain and fear, and that he could no longer strike his oponent...nor see her. He looked bout wildly finding the eyes of Tomo. He glared into the unphase eyes of the Hellion king and became all the more afraid, and even more-so enraged.

The room had become quite the bloody mess because of Arashi's blood spraying habit and near all of the beautiful decor was destroyed or melted.

[Sanada Tomo]

Despite the deteriorating state of the room, Tomo's magic held together the portions of the room that had not been eroded away. As Arashi looked at him in his angry state, Tomo looked back. Of course, his shield offered the Yami-ou the solace of knowing that Arashi would not be getting near him while in this dangerous state. Because of this, he could afford to stare this bestial form of his newfound friend down, without distraction. He was calculating, thinking of the description that he would use when Arashi returned to his former self. He was sure that the youth would not remember outbreaking in this type of behavior--at least, that's the way that it seemed from the way that he was acting at the moment.

Symphony's crystaline form wasn't melting like the rest of the room, though it did sizzle loudly as the blood dropped down onto it.

Arashi was writhing in the chains but they were holding him still, willing him to cease and desist. Tomo thought about facing Arashi himself, but he did not; he still wanted to know more about this creature that seemed to be a part of Arashi.

"...acidic blood...that is something that I haven't seen before...could you be bewitched by a Dragon? No...that can't be it..." he felt that the answer was right in front of him, but he couldn't put his finger on it...

[Mishiranu Arashi]

The altared friend settled..not stable at all but still as any calculating predator. He stared back into the eyes of the cautious friend he no longer knew with no more worry for his captor. Having sensed a strong killing intent on initial attack he knew now that the thing that had caught him wasn't actually going to kill him. He did what any proud beast does when caught and drilled every ounce of rage, aggression, and brutality into his heart to cut the fear..and tossed it all into the eyes of his opponent.

His blood had soaked him and he heard the sizzle and pop of the crystals unfaltering chain. He watched as the room resisted complete annihilation from his blood by the aid of something unseen. Arashi took this opportunity to focus himself and grab a hold of his lost body. Having been driven out by his rage and confusion at the moment his blood lust found him he was now able to work the beast in himself down a bit. Biting at his chains the beast writhed a bit again and stopped..starring int the dark eyes of Tomo with pure hate.

Arashi's conscious mind fought to end the rampage of the beast but wasn't very successful. He was not used to being trapped between forms..mind awake and body wild. He heard the thoughts he normally became washed in run through his mind.but they no longer seemed to be his.

Kill him..eat him...bleed him..feed..kill

the savage thoughts that filled his mind where distant and confusing..he now understood why he often lost control..and still had no control. Arashi stopped struggling with the will of the beast and watched through the eyes of this .. this body-snatching animal he so often became.

The altered Arashi waited..seemingly tame and docile. He calmed the last of his fury enough to hide it and watched Tomo. He wished for release and had no choice but to wait on it. He was usually untouched or unopposed in this state for hours or even days. It was strange to be tied here so soon. The beast waited and watched. Watched and waited..it would take nearly a day for him to spend the energy he used to remain in this form..he could not waste it in this pathetic state. The wild Arashi desired flesh..blood..carnage. To go without it would be tragic, it had never happened before..who knows what effect it would have on arashi as a whole.