Jarek knew that he had to do something to leave the planet, soon he would begin to transmute. This became evident when his skin began to itch from the hair growing.
Most people thought that werewolves transmuted immediately however this was not the case anymore. There had been an evolution of sorts for werwolves to overcome the maddness that they felt by a full moon, now they were able to transmute when they chose to do to evolution and a formula.
Jarek knew that Ava had access to secret information, a lab and quite possibly even had someone inventing technology for her. This is why Jarek was sent here, he was sent to retrieve the technology so that he could defeat the army that was laying siege upon his land.
Jarek went into the restroom, he undressed and began to shave with a sharp rock. The blade was made of Obsidian, it gleamed a beautiful black umongst the fire place. He said an incantation as he cut his hand, blood dripping into the fire.
Jarek stepped over to a window, in the distance he could makeout a tall gnarled figure with lean muscles, one arm was longer than the other. The figure was blindfolded, the sun setting behind it poured color through him, the figures finger pointed at the sun as it tavelled along the sky at an abnormal pace.
The hair along Jareks legs grew suddenly, he had to take the formula to stop the transmutation which seemed out of sequence on this planet.
The blade suddenly slipped along Jareks leg, slicing deeply enough to cause him to feel woozy.
Blood gushed out onto the floor, the figure outside screeched wildly before making its way towards the window to tell him that Ava was going to come in to finish the job.
"The seed you planted into her will be your ruin."
The gnalrled figure stood at the window before it spoke.
"The seed", the words rung a bell in his head, he had not intended to get her pregnant. He had to know if it was true or not, the ghastly figure outside pointed up towards the sky once again, the sun dripping blood onto the ground that sprung up into plant life. The sun split open like an egg, spilling crimson drops onto the ground.
The blood continued to spill out onto the floor, from Jareks leg, it was at this moment that Jarek had to make a decision. He could lay here to bleed out, dooming his home planet to its fate, miserably failing his mission because of a shaving accident like a moron, or he could force a transmuntation that would completely blow his cover. He could hear the murmors back at home already.
"Did you hear, Jarek bled to death by his own hand?"
This was the last thought that he heard before passing out.