Posted by: Cloak« on: Yesterday at 06:13:47 AM »
What Are You WAITING For?!
"What are you waiting for?!"
"You still haven't figured it out yet?"
"There's nothing to figure out!" he declared, changing tact in a rather comically buffoonish manner.
"Oh, you might as well stop that," Cloak said, with indifference, examining his claws idly. His claws were free from his natural biological corona, so they could be unsheathed from his gloves without irreparable harm to the realm at large.
"Stop? I'm not going to stop this fight until you grow a backbone and fight back!!" he snarled.
"That's not what I meant, and you know it," the Realm Walker replied, with a curt sharpness to his voice now. Like a principal disciplining an naughty child. Where he human, Cloak imagined that he would have blanched. "You need to stop trying to intimidate me, Mr. Fefnir. I have demonstrated over the few hours we've been at this that it will not work."
"It works if I says it works!" he roared.
"Then you're as stupid as you look," Cloak said, almost bored. It should happen soon now. It bloody took its sweet time getting here.
"Don't you call me --"
"What did I say?" Cloak sighed, with frustration leaking into his tone. "Your intimidation tactics won't work on me. I have power you can scarcely imagine, but, unlike you, I don't use it to browbeat others to do my bidding. I am not an tinhorn tyrant with a superiority complex."
"What did you call me?"
"Gateburst, Mr. Fefnir," Cloak said, not bothering to hide his frustration anymore, "read a Burstin' book once and a while. It won't kill you, and, who knows, you might learn something."
He just lunged at Cloak again, who easily sidestepped it. He really does telegraph his moves far too easily.
"Oh. Are you illiterate? Did I touch a nerve?" Cloak said, looking beyond the man-wolf and seeing the sky beginning to fade into blue. It was slow and subtle, and unnoticed by the whole of the Fefnir clan.
"Shut. Up," he growled. "You talk too much!"
"And you don't think much," Cloak countered easily. "You forget that you -- all of you have a very tangible weakness."
"I have no weaknesses!" he declared haughtily.
"Then you are a fool. Everyone has weaknesses," Cloak said. "And you seem to have forgotten -- the moon. The moon doesn't stay full forever, and it eventually sets when the sun comes up."
The light of the sun raced over the hills and bounded towards them, as the moon began to retire from the day. The clan didn't seem to notice until the last moment that their thick, coarse fur was receding back into their bodies. That their stubby snouts and tufted tails were being retracted into their bodies. That their claws were deforming back into human fingernails, and their fangs were shrinking a deforming back into human molars, canines, bicuspids, and such. Their ears rotating back down their faces and becoming less lupin and more human. And they shrunk back down to appropriate human sizes for their age groups. Their eyes never changed.
Oh, and they weren't exactly wearing the new fall line.
"You -- you tricked me!!" Abraham spat furiously.
"You act like that was some difficult task to do," Cloak said, somewhat contemptuous. "It should have been obvious what I was waiting for."