Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Oct 26, 2008 2:56:46 GMT -5
"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." A voice said from the dark. The hunter looked up and towards the shadows, his gun still pointed at a newly turned wolf in it's true form. The young wolf was beaten down and worn out, but Brock would see to it that it wasen't living it's last days. Not seeing anything, the hunter turned back to the wolf and pulled the hammer back on the gun. Yet before he could pull the trigger, his arm had been batted away and his wrist twisted until the sound of breaking bones could heard. The hunter screamed in pain and dropped his weapon, and when he looked to see who had caused all this, his glance fell upon Brock. A golden yellow replaced the normally icy blue eyes of Brock, and he snickered.
The yellow eyes signified that his beast had taken over a good portion of him, though Brock had allowed it this time. A sinister smirk spread across his face, and as the hunter locked gazes with him, Brock twisted his arm around and more bones snapped. The hunter screamed again, but that only brought laughter to Brock. "I gave you a chance, and you didn't listen." He then looked down to the hunter's waist and saw another gun. Brock quickly pulled it from it's holster and dropped the magazine out. Of course, there was probably a bullet in the chamber, and that fact made Brock's smirk grow even more. With that, he shoved the hunter to the ground and spent the last round into his opponent's knee. As the hunter let out yet another cry, Brock only smiled. "Oops...forgot about that one."
Now this hunter was close to being completely immoble. With a broken arm and a bullet in his knee, there wasen't much he could do. Brock tossed the gun aside, and then pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside as well. He didn't want it getting ripped to shreads because of what was about to happen. It was then that he snickered again, and he looked at the hunter. "You know what the saying is...whatever dosen't kill us...only makes us stronger." With that, he let the shift take over him. The bones in his body began to form a new structure and claws extended from his fingers. In only mere moments, the shift had taken place and Brock was in his full ancient form. The hunter had been looking upon what looked to be human minutes ago, and now, there was a nine foot man eating beast at his feet.
Brock snarled down at the hunter and immediatly grabbed him by his coat. Then he tossed him into the wall of a abandoned building near by, and walked over only to pick him back up. Brock threw him into the empty street, where the nearly lifeless body just rolled to a stop. Seeing that this hunter was about to die anyway, Brock strolled up to him and plunged his clawed hand into his chest. He then ripped the heart out, looked at it for a moment, then downed it into his own stomach. When all was through, Brock looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and let out an immense roar that echoed through the city. He was the alpha, and it was far from easy to kill him.
(OOC: Wow, guess bordom can come in handy at times. ^_^)
The yellow eyes signified that his beast had taken over a good portion of him, though Brock had allowed it this time. A sinister smirk spread across his face, and as the hunter locked gazes with him, Brock twisted his arm around and more bones snapped. The hunter screamed again, but that only brought laughter to Brock. "I gave you a chance, and you didn't listen." He then looked down to the hunter's waist and saw another gun. Brock quickly pulled it from it's holster and dropped the magazine out. Of course, there was probably a bullet in the chamber, and that fact made Brock's smirk grow even more. With that, he shoved the hunter to the ground and spent the last round into his opponent's knee. As the hunter let out yet another cry, Brock only smiled. "Oops...forgot about that one."
Now this hunter was close to being completely immoble. With a broken arm and a bullet in his knee, there wasen't much he could do. Brock tossed the gun aside, and then pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside as well. He didn't want it getting ripped to shreads because of what was about to happen. It was then that he snickered again, and he looked at the hunter. "You know what the saying is...whatever dosen't kill us...only makes us stronger." With that, he let the shift take over him. The bones in his body began to form a new structure and claws extended from his fingers. In only mere moments, the shift had taken place and Brock was in his full ancient form. The hunter had been looking upon what looked to be human minutes ago, and now, there was a nine foot man eating beast at his feet.
Brock snarled down at the hunter and immediatly grabbed him by his coat. Then he tossed him into the wall of a abandoned building near by, and walked over only to pick him back up. Brock threw him into the empty street, where the nearly lifeless body just rolled to a stop. Seeing that this hunter was about to die anyway, Brock strolled up to him and plunged his clawed hand into his chest. He then ripped the heart out, looked at it for a moment, then downed it into his own stomach. When all was through, Brock looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, and let out an immense roar that echoed through the city. He was the alpha, and it was far from easy to kill him.
(OOC: Wow, guess bordom can come in handy at times. ^_^)