A Dash Through the Forest

"Too cold! And no good moves if you can't move in it! And drown! And bad! And die! And no want die…" He told her simply, scrinching up his nose before seeing that she did not understand. "...Murr. Cat-Fish is the name of this changed state of mine…" He told her, pointing at his own torso. He noted her look of confusion, before scrunching up his nose, wiggling it slightly. "Murr!" He exclaimed as they both launched forwards into the water, Madeo moving fluidly as he looked at her underneath the water. He blinked at her as she smiled at him, before seeing her reach out, grabbing a fish.

As she did so, the spear that had appeared in one of his hands was plunging behind his back, impaling a very large carp. As he did so, he launched the spear forwards, stopping just short of Sayomi's body as it impaled her fish, his head moving forwards as he rubbed his cheek against hers one more time. Murr… He thought simply, as the final strand of the neck part of the marking took place, marking halfway up her soul ribbon. Murr! Mine-nyah… His voice spoke, suddenly inside of her mind as he gently held her. I'm holding onto the fish that've been caught… Something more… nyah… important to do..! He informed her, as he reached his head down, smiling as he pressed it against the side of her head, releasing a purr from deep inside of him, their mental link fully established as suddenly across it a great stream of the King of Cat's mind flowed.

What exactly flowed? His knowledge, memories of the meetings of the many were cats, what it truly meant to be a werecat, the joy of being able to completely change into a Lycanthropic form, to be able to partially change, to be a human but superior to humans with the ferocity of beasts. He shared with her mind knowledge, destroying her ignorance with the knowledge of their kind. However, even as he did so, their bodies floating upwards so that they could get air, there was one image which he could not hold back from her, which he greatly wanted to, but was too much a part of him to forget.

...A wasteland. That was the only thing that could describe this scene. There were claw marks everywhere, a massive pit created around the two fighters. Their blows, each of them like bolts of lightning and each with the same amount of force, hit each hitting blow for blow on the other, an equal match. One was Madeo, in a form the likes of which would not be recognizable normally if one did not realize that the only one of the two that was a cat was him. The other was a wolf. A massive wolf lycanthrope, several feet high. The two were engaged in battle, before finally, static overcame the memory.

The next image was of the flame consuming the forest around them, the wolf standing over the cat, his body unable to move, frozen, barely able to breathe as the other male's hand reached down, grabbing deep inside of his mouth. The cat gave a ferocious cry as from its mouth its fangs were extracted, thrown away, each and every one of the four, leaving his mouth forever, the four of them never to be reunited ever again, as Madeo's body was pushed off of the cliff, falling deep down inside of the pit, his eyes closed from shock, totally and utterly defeated…

"…" Madeo was completely silent, his grip slightly rigid as he held her. "..hu...hu…" His breath was coming out in short gasps, as if under great stress. "...That is what YOU ARE!" He told her directly, as suddenly from his body, a deep energy surged from him, the energy of his people, the energy of the King of the Werecats! This energy surged straight into Sayomi, untamed by Madeo, even as he blinked, looking at the being in his hands as she began to change, his eyes glowing as he calmed himself at the sight…

The sight of one of his own coming into their calling, as Sayomi transformed into her Lycanthropic State.