[Dagur]

my soul is He had isolated himself on the Isle of the Hunt, his body had been acting strange lately and it was driving him mad. It was worse than his growth spurts as a child, worse than figuring out what and who he desired, worse then changing his views on dragons. That was because this was painful, unbearably so. His jaw ached with a deep pain, his canines had grown to an insane length, always peaking out just past his lips. His throat was the worst of it, he thought he had gotten sick and tried to shrug it off but the medics had said nothing was wrong with him. He would have believed them if he wasn't feeling horrid, after all he looked perfectly fine. In fact, he looked better than healthy, he looked to be absolutely glowing. His skin was healthy and supple with no discoloration at all, his face was flushed with healthy color and his eyes glittered like vibrant jewels, even his hair looked healthier and full of volume and color. It was scaring him, he wasn't used to looking so...calm and with a stealthy attraction that had made heads turn. But that was only masking what he was really feeling in turn of this. The worst of it was his throat, but slowly the feeling had wormed its way down into his stomach. A burning pain, like a searing hot poker was being shoved down his throat that got worse with each passing day. An insatiable craving for something, what it was he didn't know but no matter where he turned there was always a person and their presence only made his throat burn worse. His stomach twisted itself into knots with hunger sometimes doubling him over in pain. He had tried eating any type of food his cooks offered but it only seemed to make things worse. Finally he decided to isolate himself, but that just made him want to tear back to the Isle of the Living and eat anything. He hadn't spotted any animals so far but his brain was screaming at him to hunt, to bite, to drink. It made his concentration slip, his balance thrown off and his vision swam. Irrationally he felt stronger than before, like he could rip up one of these trees with little effort. He shocked himself when he went to grab a branch, the wood creaking and cracking underneath the pressure of his hand. The branch now had a hand print upon it, the bark and softer wood on the inside having caved in decently from the pressure of his hand. He pulled away, looking at his hand in confusion and watching his vision blur. He let out a choked, cracking groan of pain. Gods above he was starving, but nothing he found could truly feed him. His jaw ached to bite into something satisfying, something that would sooth his burning throat and twisting stomach. That was when the most delicious smell hit him, it made his pupils blow wide and a huge breath be taken in. He raced towards it, his body moving faster than he ever thought he could move. His speed was unmatched by any land animal, his focus being on his surroundings and the amazing smell that hit him. His eyes flickered through the darkness, watching the fog from the condensing frost for any signs of the source resulting in the delicious smell. He had been running for a few moments when he found it, a large deer limping along with its herd, blood flowing down its hind leg. He stared at the dark liquid, transfixed as he knew that was where the smell was coming from. It was darker in the low light of the full moon, the liquid almost black from the deep red that it was. He watched as it dripped down to the floor, feeling his new found fangs extending past his lips in absolute hunger. His rational brain fought this, telling his body that something was very wrong with this picture, that something wasn't right. His feral side, the one calling out to fight the hunger that had been brewing inside him for days was winning the argument. He crouched upon a rock, eyes trained on his prey before he bounded down, scattering the herd and trailing after the limping deer. He lept farther than he thought he could reach and grabbed hold of the creatures injured leg, pulling it to the ground. It fell with a shrieking cry, its vocalizations lost on the beast of a man overtaken with hunger. He was upon the creature within a flash, fangs sinking into the preys neck and with a low groan of ecstasy as relief washed over him. His drank heavily, not once coming up for air as the sweet liquid poured down his throat and finally soothed the aching pain he had been feeling for so long. When he pulled back there wasn't a drop left in the carcass, his eyes glazed and him half aware of his surroundings. This...thirst had been sated for the time being and he was simply happy that the pain had finally left him. He still felt a low hunger, but it was far more tolerable than anything else he had been experiencing. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized what he had actually done. His eyes widened as he stared at the carcass by his feet, the sickening shock of what he had just done to the thing more than fresh within his mind. What the Hel had happened to him? He was deranged yes, but he was no blood drinker, not like that woman of the Outcasts. He started to breath heavily, brain working on overtime to figure out what just happened to him. He finally simply curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his head upon his knees to think. "What the Hel has happened to me..." He let the silence hang in the air from the soft murmur that escaped his lips, the question piercing the now silent fog that swirled around his form as moonlight bathed his body. Now he was more of a mess than before, and he was scared to think of what lay in store for him next. dark

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[Hiccup]

[attr="class","iconimage"] I'll never go down your road I found my way on my own I'm never gonna fall in line, your future is not mine.

He hadn't thought much about the attack when it happened, it had been a wolf...Or he was fairly sure it was a wolf...And the bite that it left had been nasty...But aside from that there hadn't really been much concern, the injury had been wrapped and he moved on. But that was then, and between then and now he's learned the full extent of the damage done by that wolf. He could manage it most days, he'd heard stories of some who had no control, who transformed against their will on a whim, he was thankful that most days he was not forced into that. However, the pull always inevitably came, and he was just thankful that no one had noticed the way their chief furtively disappeared on the night of the full moon, returning haggard and tired the next morning to sleep the entire day...Or if they noticed, they certainly didn't say anything. He'd gotten good at tracking the phase of the moon, and he cursed himself for allowing his attention to shift. This Odin forsaken stay with the Berserkers had gotten everything out of whack, and he was eager for the first chance that he could take to fly away and return home, he was only lucky that he'd noticed before night fell and it was too late, he'd also been lucky that Dagur wasn't around when he stole off in a mad scramble to the Isle of the Hunt, needing the cover of trees before the moon took its toll and reduced him to a beast, only half in control of his senses. He wasn't as large or imposing as some could be, but he was still a fairly dangerous looking beast, it was hard to by anything but like this, taking the form of a large wolf, somewhere between bipedal and not. His eyes were sharper like this, his senses more alert, his lean frame wrapped in a shaggy auburn coat of wild, fluffy fur, he took painful efforts to keep this from everyone, out of fear that they might shun him, or come to distrust their chief, he had control, but it was fleeting at times, he was prone to lashing out, and it was much less dangerous in the woods where those urges could be taken out on a deer or boar, he was distinctly aware of one that had escaped, a bleeding wound on it's leg, his senses were keen as he pursued the wounded animal. When he caught scent of something new, his pupils constricted, and his movements became careful as he slipped into the clearing, watching as Dagur drained his quarry, his ears flicked up and he let out a rather offended growl, speaking in his mind so that Dagur could hear him, 'that's rude of you, but I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you of all people have no etiquette.' He snorted, then his eyes widened as he realized what he was doing and he ducked back into the bushes, hiding himself as best as a nearly 7 foot wolf beast could do. Dagur | word count | "Dialogue" | Thought | "Toothless"

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[Dagur]

my soul is His attention was snapped back to reality and the deed he had just done by a very familiar voice, and a extremely familiar sense of sarcasm. He lifted his face, peering over with electric green eyes to find a seven foot tall wolf trying to hide in some bushes. He blinked, figuring he had seen Hiccup do weirder things then this, not to forget he himself was some sort of beast at this point. He smirked at the others attempts at hiding, finding it to be absolutely stupid. It was then that he thought of the best nickname to use against the snarky wolf. "What the Hel are you doing Moon Moon? Not to forget its still edible, just a little less messy." He grimaced at the word messy, as if trying to deny the fact that he had literally just drank a creature dry. He then began chuckling, a low disturbing chuckle of someone who had gone beyond the point of no return. He put his head back down, laughing at himself. He really was insane wasn't he? He was hallucinating a wolf bigger than him that acted like Hiccup. Not to forget he just downed an animal almost twice his size and then drained it dry like it was nothing! He pulled at his hair, eyes wide as he laughed, words tumbling past his lips as he lost what little control he did have. "I really am insane aren't I? Here I am sitting in the woods after taking down a damn deer and draining the thing dry with-with fangs! And now, a-and NOW! I'm talking to some hallucination of a wolf from the guy I can't get out of my head!" Each pause was caused by a loose hysterical chuckle, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief at what he was saying. He lept to his feet, hunching over before his laughing turned into hysterical sobbing. What in the world of the gods was wrong with him? It had been one thing after another, dealing with an obsession was one thing but this was insane. He swung around, fist coming into full contact with a tree that he intended to use to bring himself back down from whatever nightmare he had found himself in. What he wasn't expecting was the damage he was able to cause. His knuckles sunk in an inch within the bark, the sound of splintering wood and creaking fibers drawing his attention away from his thoughts for a moment. He wrenched his hand free from the trunk of the tree, inspecting the damage. His hand was completely fine, and he began chuckling at the sight of not even so much of a bruise upon his flesh. "I have...have to be dreaming. This...this isn't a thing that happens!" He whirled around once more, breathing harshly and simply staring at the indent he had left within the trees trunk. "Damnit....what the Hel am I?" He rested his forehead against the tree, calming himself as he slowly tried to figure out what was wrong with him. dark

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[Hiccup]

[attr="class","iconimage"] I'll never go down your road I found my way on my own I'm never gonna fall in line, your future is not mine.

The expression that passed over his wolfish features when that horrible nickname left the other man's mouth could have peeled paint if he was staring at a canvas, what a poorly thought out and stupid nickname. He snorted in response, deciding that hiding was useless, he slipped out of the bushes, his pace had a bit of a limp where he was missing a leg, it was been to cumbersome to have the metal one on, and it didn't fit effectively to this shape anyway, so he put up with the lack of it, this form had better balance anyway, even if it made getting back a pain in his tail. 'you're nicknames are so well thought out, I'm impressed.' he thought rather dryly, face still the picture of unamused and unimpressed. He barked out a chuff that he supposed was the best equivalent of a laugh that he could manage like this, 'messy, that's rich coming from you.' He could see that Dagur's thoughts were running along the same plane, he was a little surprised by how surprised he seemed by his own actions...Had this not happened to him before? It would have been amusing, if his next outburst of laughter didn't cause the fur along his back to puff up defensively, but he still jabbed in a quip, 'I could have told you that. You've been insane, Dagur.' He let out another chuffing laugh. He backstepped a little and his eyes widened, looking more than a little put off by this sudden outburst from the man, 'if you're hallucinating me, then we're both crazy.' He snorted, rolling his eyes as he carefully approached the man, who was pressing his head into a tree that he'd just brutalized, 'get it together.' He nudged him with a large, paw, giving him a smirk filled with teeth, 'this is pathetic, even for you.' He sat back on his haunches, grabbing the man by his shoulder and turning him to face him before giving him a slap, mindful of his strength and dangerous claws, 'it's not a dream, and while you are completely insane, you're not hallucinating.' He normally wouldn't care about what this man was feeling, but this was uncomfortable to watch. @tag | word count | other things

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[Dagur]

my soul is He took a shuddering breath, the words sneaking into his mind from the giant wolf creature he was hallucinating. It mocked him, telling him things he already knew, things that made his heart clench whenever he looked at him. Made him let the other one do things to him that would normally make him cry out in rage and pain. It wasn't sane and he knew it, but during those moments it seemed so normal and that was what worried him the most. He then felt a paw on his shoulder, the softness of it surprising him a bit. He was turned around and given what felt like a light slap. It was just enough to shake him from his mental breakdown slightly. He blinked, throat starting to itch which he knew would lead to that burning sensation once more. He held down a cough, liking the feeling of that soft fur to much to tell him to back away. He blinked once, then twice before opening his mouth to speak and then shutting it again. Finally he was able to spit out the most rational, intelligent, and well put together thought that his mind could come up with in that very moment. "What. H-How long have you been like this? Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you plan out a leg to wear while in this form or let you stay on the Isle of the Hunt whenever you needed to." He was blabbering on now, unsure of what else to say. How was he supposed to explain his frustration with his own situation along with the fact that the other didn't deem it important to inform him that he was part wolf! He knew the other didn't have that prosthetic leg with him, that was made for a human gait not a wolf one. His hand wove itself down the tree to clutch it as if it were a life line to him. His hand began to contract, wood splintering and creaking beneath the pressure he was applying. That itch was now a burn, his fangs extending and vision swimming as that hunger came back. "Sh-Shit..." He muttered, knowing that it would only get worse unless he....drank. He swallowed thickly, a harsh dry cough wracking his form. He sounded like he was dying, and it felt like he was too. "Yo-You need t-to get away from m-me. I...I can't...control m-myself." He cursed his stuttering, pressing himself back against the tree desperately trying to hide the fangs that were protruding out from his lips. It was no use, when they extended they stretched past his lower lip and glinted in the moonlight like ivory knives. The grip he had crushed the wood beneath him from the pressure and the tree now had a rather large chunk missing from its trunk. He tried to hold his breath, but that just made the burning worse, he tried to turn his face so that he couldn't smell what was so appetizing beneath the others flesh and fur. He growled lowly in his throat, wanting to stumble away from here so that the other didn't have to see him without the control he normally had. He wanted to bring his lips to the others neck and bite, but he resisted with every ounce of his being desperately trying to protect the only person he truly cared for without any thought to his own self preservation. dark

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[Hiccup]

[attr="class","iconimage"] I'll never go down your road I found my way on my own I'm never gonna fall in line, your future is not mine.

This mental breakdown that the other man seemed to be going into was tiresome at best and wildly uncomfortable at worst, so he was glad when the slap seemed to at least pull him back into some sort of coherency. Though the questions made the wolf chief snort and he rolled his eyes, giving him an unimpressed face at such a blatantly dumb observation, 'you would have believed me if I told you?' He bared his teeth in a sneer and made a sound that was something like laughter, 'right, oh hey Dagur by the way, I'm a wolf beast...I haven't told anyone else, what makes you think I'd tell you?' Did he really think he would tell him over any of the people he actually trusted? The man was clearly more stupid than he'd previously thought. He watched as the man's hand found it's way to the already abused tree, wrinkling his nose in an amused expression, 'hmph, but it seems we're both cursed...' He didn't seem terribly concerned with the man's increasingly poor state, or the prospect of harm coming to him, he'd come to realize quickly that he was quite durable like this...Or more durable than he already seemed to be, 'please, I'm not afraid of you.' He rolled his eyes and turned his back to him, ears alert as he tried to listen for sound, 'there's something that way, go bite on that.' He turned a wolfish smirk on him, clearly more amused by this whole situation than anything, of course this seemed to be the first Dagur had experienced of whatever was afflicting him, Hiccup had had plenty of time to grow used to this. His attention was drawn by the sounds of snapping twigs, and without waiting to see if Dagur was following him, he slipped off to follow the sound, his own animal instincts leading him for the moment. 'Moose.' The fur along his back stuff as he approached the grazing animal, eyes alert and aware of everything as he crept closer, down into a more feral position while he was stalking the animal. He sprang at around the same time as the large beast bolted, latching teeth into it's leg and jerking his head to bring it down. There was something thrilling about hunting this way, he wasn't inhibited by the same limitations of his human body, even his missing leg didn't slow him down a terrible amount, he let out a guttural growl, waiting for Dagur to come finish the thing off. Dagur | word count | "Dialogue" | Thought | "Toothless"

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[Dagur]

my soul is He recoiled and moved away from the sweet smelling wolf, his breaths ragged and he exerted self control he didn't know he had. He swallowed thickly, throat burning at the action before the words of the other finally sunk into his mind. He more than likely would have seen stranger things than a man turning into a wolf and it wasn't all that inconceivable. He looked at the scrawny wolf, his eyes gleaming an emerald shade in the low light of the moon. "I-Idiot, you could have shown me, I tend to believe what I see." when its not myself. The second part went unspoken of course and when the smell of something appetizing came wafting in on the air he felt his fangs extend to a painful length. He growled lowly in his throat, the sound guttural with a feral edge. He followed the wolf. His pace easily kept up with the three legged creature, although he did lag a bit behind for his own sanity. He lept up into a tree, crouched on a branch like a well trained predator. His eyes stayed locked on their target, eyes gleaming and full of a primal hunger. The moose collapsed to the ground thanks to others quick thinking but the scent of blood had completely wiped any and all sense from his mind. He jumped down, his form in the shape of a blur from the speed he was going at. There was a sickening crunch and the cries from the moose went silent. The back of the creatures neck was locked firmly in the others jaws, the vertebra shattered beneath the force of the bite. He drank and blood trickled down his chin. Relief made its way through his body and he let his eyes shut in bliss. Finally he released the carcass, breathing heavily with a glassy look on his features. The hunger was finally sated, the three days of not feeding having taken its toll on him. He figured he would have to eat at least once a day to keep episodes like this from happening and he was grateful that it was hunting season. He leaned back, swiping the blood from his chin before licking it softly from his finger. His expression was still dazed, the high of the blood rush slowly wearing off. He swallowed thickly, his sense of humanity slowly coming back to him. His throat no longer burned, his body no longer ached, his strength felt like it had diminished a bit but he still felt far stronger than before. "That was...not fun." He struggled with the wording for a minute, it wasn't horrible to drink but it was a disgusting feeling of what he had just done. He took a breath and sat down, letting his mind wrap around what they had both just done. They had just taken down a moose, him having drank it dry and now it laid dead at their feet. Just how strong was he? How strong was Hiccup? Only one way to find out, he flashed a grin over at the other. "Interesting...maybe, but not fun. Want to see who's stronger? I bet you can't beat me Moon Moon." He grinned before launch himself at the wolf counterpart of the adorable man he knew. He would aim to tackle his chest, arms wanting to wrap around the others chest just underneath their arms. He bared his lengthened canines, not allowing his drinking fangs to come fourth. Things were about to get interesting. dark

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[Hiccup]

[attr="class","iconimage"] I'll never go down your road I found my way on my own I'm never gonna fall in line, your future is not mine.

He pulled back when he was sure Dagur had the animal in his jaws, watching with interest as he ended its life in one swift bite, he couldn't even begin to fathom what kind of curse had possessed him, but he could see what draining the corpse did to the man, the relief clear on his face when he pulled away. He swiped a tongue over his own jaws to clear the blood from his own muzzle, watching the realization dawn on his face with a toothy smirk, 'hmm I thought it was fun.' He chuffed out a chuckle and looked over the dead animal, 'we can bring it back with us, a big beast like this will feed a lot of people.' That was what he normally did at home, brought back the hapless victims of his wild nature, he was lucky no one had questions his impromptu hunting trips yet. He eyed the man with a tilt of his head, not entirely liking the grin that came to his face, 'it gets easier.' He offered, in regards to his apprehension about the thing he'd just done, he could remember the first time he'd taken this form, waking up in the middle of the forest covered in blood and feeling completely disoriented, the shift to and from this form always tended to take a toll on his body, laying him up for a day or so. He turned a toothy smirk on the man, giving a snort in response, 'sure.' He almost continued his retort before he was tackled to the ground, letting out a startled yelp as he was caught off guard. He let out a defensive growl in response, much more beastly and guttural than his human form could manage, his own teeth glinting in the moonlight that managed to filter in through the trees. He put his paws against the other man's chest, giving a heavy shove before scrambling away, looking much more defensive as his eyes burned into him, 'I wouldn't try that.' He warned, tail raised and bristling as the fur stood along his back, 'you back a wild animal into a corner, and you know what happens.' He smirked, lowering his head with a challenge in his eyes, 'you're a hunter, you should know better.' Dagur | word count | "Dialogue" | Thought | "Toothless"

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