10-18-2018, 04:02 PM
[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 70%; min-height: 9px; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px"]A snarl of pain hisses through Rozovsky’s teeth as the claws sink into his shoulder. It’s all he can do, cry out in pain, because he cannot move. He tries to stand up when he is told to leave, but he falls back to the ground. His mind is in a state of panic. The black wolf’s paws scrabble for surface, but his neck and shoulder hurt too badly.
Just when he is about to give up, another sickening feeling corrupts his gut. In a few moments, the wolf has shapeshifted into a small golden gryphon, who is cleared of any injuries the wolf was suffering from. It’s Kemmerich’s form, and he is not so aggressive as his counterpart. His golden eyes widen and he leaps to his feet. He grabs the half-eaten fish in his talons, raises his wings, and takes off clumsily into the air, letting out birdlike screeches as he did so.
I’m going to beat him to a pulp next time. Rozovsky groans. ”Good luck.” Kemmerich snorted out loud as he began his flight back to the Pitt.
Just when he is about to give up, another sickening feeling corrupts his gut. In a few moments, the wolf has shapeshifted into a small golden gryphon, who is cleared of any injuries the wolf was suffering from. It’s Kemmerich’s form, and he is not so aggressive as his counterpart. His golden eyes widen and he leaps to his feet. He grabs the half-eaten fish in his talons, raises his wings, and takes off clumsily into the air, letting out birdlike screeches as he did so.
I’m going to beat him to a pulp next time. Rozovsky groans. ”Good luck.” Kemmerich snorted out loud as he began his flight back to the Pitt.