Kiko was not finished by a long shot. Her long black hair shrunk rapidly to her skull becoming a dark line of fur that that fanned around her ears and ran down her neck it was joined with a lighter color that filled in the rest of her facial features. The same size difference she had noticed in her hands was making an appearance all over the rest of her body now, as well. The muscle structure of her shoulders, back, hips, and thighs spoke of power, strength, and speed.
She was breathing way too fast. Her hands were yanked back to her body when he moved his head. Her nose flared open with the kiss and hot bursts of air from it heated her face and his. He was too close. He was in her space. He had not run. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
A buried childish emotion was suddenly exposed and jabbed her in the guts. Kiko wanted terror. She needed terror. Terror would drive away all those who hurt her. Terror would keep them from coming back. The sounds came out of her throat. They should have been words. They were not. They were demands.
I.
Said.
RUN.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell studied her a moment longer. He sighed and then shifted from under her, slowly getting to his feet.
Alright. If it helps you work out the kinks. But... you better be quick on your toes.
He shrugged into the form of the full wolf. Four legs versus two, perhaps it would close the speed gap she had gained on him. He looked at her once.... and the scrambled off across the floor, bolting through a dusty doorway still inside this large building.
Kiko's eyes were savage and her fleet spill of his body triggered every predatory instinct coming to life in her body. Oh, she had felt them before, so many times. But, in this shape? This form? It was more than instinct, more than training, it was innate.
She burst through the door after him feet pounding a deep thud through the dilapidated building.
YES.
He was running.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
He was indeed but he was smaller and perhaps a little more focussed for his part. Still, she could not mistake the tail that vanished through the cargo chute across the room, leading to whichever room adjoined this one, the wooden walls concealing the layout of what he hoped might be quite a maze.
Kiko bolted after the white streak of a tail. If he thought he was going to lose her he had another thought coming. Had he run outside, he could have had a chance, but here, in this closed in area...
She would hunt him down. Her head turned; her wider ears picking up every little iota of sound or echo in the room. It was rather large, too, not that it mattered. Kiko's amber eyes, the only thing that had not changed, scanned the crates, barrels, pallets, and boxes. He was here.
Somewhere.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
A slip of white broke through the shadows with little sound, only revealed through the gap in packing crates herein. He was on the move and looking ahead of his travel revealed another door, it likely leading back to the main, larger room.
Kiko tossed the packing crates to either side, tearing a wide gap in the stack and vaulting through it after the flash of white she'd seen. This place was way too small to hold this race for long. Sooner or later he'd get trapped in a place he couldn't get out of and she'd have him.
A louder snarl erupted from the back of her throat and rattled the decrepit remains of what had been in the crates.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
He had bolted through the door before flying bits of crate could impair his escape and was now tearing in a beeline away from said door. The warehouse was long, open and empty in this room - for the most part at any rate - but he was in full sprint. He had nowhere to hide though, not unless he had another trick up his sleeve...
Kiko barreled into the room after him, and she was loud. She gave no thought to stealth at this point. She did not care about stealth. No. The power in this body was streaking through her limbs and she reveled in it. She could probably run for HOURS. Her shoulders dropped over, her head low between them and her nose searching for his path.
She couldn't hope to eclipse his speed in the longer room, but, she had power to spare and if he was caught up short...
Kiko shook her head and envisioned the line of claw marks in vivid red across his back.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell hauled ass, she still wasn't playing and he wasn't sure he could expect otherwise. Her form was the hardest to control of course, the hardest to maintain - and she had not used it. He had tamed her beast for her, something he would never regret of course; but she lacked a degree of familiarity with what was her greatest weapon.
That form was a necessity if her were to rest easy and know she could handle all adversity. Better she learned it here with him and not in the wilds.
He ran still, reached that far end of the room and again turned, sliding a little, paws slipping to drag him around the next building block of cargo and out of sight.
Kiko's thoughts had begun with just flashes of images, anger, battle, and blood. She had no chance to form them in logical, linear processes, not when her body was clamoring for each new whiff of his scent, too. He'd managed to avoid her up until now, stay out of the reach of her claws and it forced her to think.
Instinct gave way to thought, plans; and not the cunning of an animal looking to down their prey, but actual coherent thoughts. Oh, she was still going to catch him. She wanted to see him twist under her grasp, but now her eyes were searching the building not just for him, but for knowledge.
Was there a way out of this maze? A possibility of getting ahead of him somehow?
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
There was not a lot to his chosen spot to evade her. It was backed into a corner, a simply stack of cargo some ten feet high. One could walk clean around it, though nothing was on the closed side except for the corner where both walls met.
No, he had not come out. He may well bolt the opposite way if she were to try and round it.
Or... he may just do what he did.
His growl snatched her attention immediately. He stood atop the stack, looking down upon her from the summit. His paws were set wide, his head was lowered below his shoulders, hackles bristling on end. His ears were flattened, his eyes angry. She knew all of things and none so clearly as his lips, pulled back to bare all of his teeth, his tongue curling as he looked down upon her and growled menacingly.
Kiko snarled at him, throwing her head back to stare at his eyes. She was not near as tall as the summit he perched upon, but that summit was so very precarious. Her lips wrinkled back in another harsh sound and she slapped a paw out to yank a dozen crates from the center of the stack to bring him down.
Her voice was sharp, stacatto, and brutal.
You.
Stopped.
Running.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell shrugged off the litter of timber. He snarled too, brought crashing into the floor was not a pleasant experience. But when he rose, he rose as the man. He was quick to act too. His sword belt and his shirt were gone in an instant., tossed aside without a care. He looked at her with fierce eyes, like any other were perhaps.
His thought process was entirely different of course. But the fact was simple - he could murder a were in this form far easier than the wolf... and it was time she was pushed a little harder.
I wasn't running to begin with. Now defend yourself lover.
His foot brought the crate to bear with unerring speed, it hurtled through the air in an instant and aimed directly at her upper body. But the crate did not matter. It served to block her sight, force her to move, react, to cover... and not at all focus on him. No, he was too close now and his second kick would break a man's knee with ease. The punch that followed that would tear a throat all too swiftly. A good thing she was tough. A better thing she was too fast for it to matter.
Kiko satisfaction at bringing him crashing to the ground was short lived. However, her eyes flared with the length of bare chest now visible in front of her. That would be a perfect canvas for her claws. Her thoughts collided in the visual of tearing flesh and rending tendons and muscle.
She didn't really process the comment, not at first and when it made an impression in her brain she was angry, again. She wanted him to be afraid. She wanted him to be terrified. She wanted to smell the fear.
Of course then the crate was kicked into her face and she had a reason to dart forward and smack it to the ground in a violent burst of paranormal speed and strength. The wood flew apart into tiny little pieces and she left the ground to sail over the debris that remained on the floor.