The Brindlewood Forest, Unknown Location, Unkown World...
A deep snarl erupted amid the darkness of the looming Brindelwood trees as glowing red eyes scanned the forest floor for any signs of prey for the enormous black-furred fiend, formerly the dark ranger known as Kedon Ares Wilderwood, had become to feed upon. The scent of blood had been intoxicating as the snarling beast began to seek it out more intently his large black nostrils flaring at the end of his long black snout slick via his wolfish saliva as he opted to find the direction of the pungent stench that had made his blood boil. His abnormal cock had been as aroused as his powerful tail when he caught the hint of blood on the wind and pulsed with growing lust as he sped through the trees with agility unmatched in the wake of his transformation.
The snapping of twigs and the crunching of leaves echoed all around him as his razor-sharp claws and snarling powerful jaws carried him through the numerous rows of trees and cut through anything in his path that would prove to be an obstruction of sorts. Kedon Wilderwood had been well aware of his susceptibility to the unyielding call of the moon. Luna and her sweet song had danced in his ears and prodded at his very soul for as long as he could remember. His wolven brethren had been well aware of this fact as well. The dire wolf, known as Ferkus came barreling out of the woods after noting the scent of his newly shifted brother and immediately joined in on the hunt knowing all too well that there was big game to be had and that Kedon in his terrifying werebeast form would bring it down at all costs.
Both Kedon and Ferkus had been hot on the trail of their prey, which had been surprisingly two Madonic Bull Elks vying for supremacy in the wake of rutting for a fertile female. Madonic Elks were notorious for their massive and powerful antlers and killed many of their would-be predators in an instant for the mistake of coming close to them. Often noted by their thick white coats like enormous sheep, they were highly sought after for their pelts and antlers as well as their tangy but satisfying meat. Madonic Elks were known for getting drunk off Dewberry plants which were poisonous to most species but their natural ability to digest it made their meat tangy and nonlethal when hunted and eaten by Menfolk and Elves alike.
The two warring Madonic Bull Elks had been caught by way of their antlers and the youngest of the two massive creatures had managed to kill the larger older bull elk but had gotten stuck to it with the younger bulls antlers being lodged into the throat of the older dead bull elk who had been bleeding all over the front of his coat due to the neck wound. It was the scent of this fresh blood that had driven Kedon's beast form to seek it out and Ferkus along with him.
The black fiend snarled as it pounced bringing down the living Madonic Bull Elk and slashing through its soft flesh and lovely white fur as it moved to bite down hard at the neck of the struggling creature who had been trapped due to the weight of the dead older bull elk's body. The cruel aspect of nature saw to both Bull Elks meeting their end and never getting the chance to sire offspring with the rutting female as Kedon bit down on the still living elk's neck and severed the jugular vein which gushed with ripe crimson blood and brought an end to the young Madonic bull elk's vain struggling once and for all.
Ferkus had taken to biting down on the already dead Madonic Bull Elk having no fear of retaliation as his teeth ripped through the plump flesh of the defeated creature and he began chewing at it with a mouth full of blood. The dire wolf shook his body with a snout stained with slick crimson and continued to devour what he wished of the dead larger Madonic Bull Elk. Kedon's wolfish form had done the same devouring all he could of the younger Madonic Bull Elk's carcass before rushing off and leaving the remains for the other animals to eat their fill amid the woods.
The black werebeast Kedon had been given to a new kind of hunger as his red eyes shifted into a golden yellow hue and his cock seemed to pulse as he moved through the trees catching the earthly scent that had intoxicated him in place of the blood. He knew not the hour of the day nor the position of the sun as he ran amid the looming Brindlewood trees. It was an odd thing to note in the middle of his run that he'd been among them, shaded by their many leaves and welcomed as if he'd been home. Blood covered his torso and face as he ended up taking a tumble into a nearby river splashing about in the cold waters, as some of the blood from the front of him as he moved through the waters, his thick dark fur providing a kind of insulation that kept him from feeling how cold the now darkened waters had gotten in the wake of the night falling.
Feruks had gone back into the spot he'd been resting in while Kedon had been in Elderbloom, aside from his brother, he wasn't that fond of company be it Menfolk or Elven. He howled and took off into the night with the promise of joining his wolven brother on another hunt should the time come day or night.
The werebeast Kedon had taken some time before it was able to leave the river completely and shook its fur dry in the wake of being left soggy after the fact. The morning sky had barely come up over the horizon as the call of the moon had slowly receded and in the wake of it, the beast that had burst from its prison of flesh gave rise to Kedon's mortal form completely naked and still dripping from his time in the river.
Dazed and confused, the man Kedon turned his attention to recalling where his camp had been as well as the scent of his elven companion he'd left behind when the onset of his accursed transformation had taken place. Unsteadily putting one foot in front of the other, he slowly made his way back to camp, guided only by the intoxicating scent from the lone boyish elf and confused The Ranger's still aroused abnormal appendage aching to plunge back inside of him the moment he reached their shared tent.