Re: TW: VAMPIRE ATTACK
Richie had been wandering the perimeter of the party, not really in the mood to mingle - he saw Matt but steered clear, knowing it wasn't any use; his own partner didn't recognize him as someone he actually cared about, and would only want to swing an axe at his head as something different than their usual foreplay.
So wandered, and heard the scream clear as a bell - senses were piqued, he hurried off and ran as fast as he could; all of this was registering as THREAT, very much FOE and not friend. He couldn't help what happened next, didn't have a prayer of stifling instincts or quieting the uneasy feeling in his bones, heavy with an old, mangling curse.
His limbs jerked, he started to change - thus forming the constellation, muscle and bone, of a gigantic fucking wolf. This transformation was as abrupt and painful-sounding popping and cracking, bones re-aligning. On all four paws now, the sound he made was a rumble that vibrated through the ground.
Then he ran at the vampire, snatched the tasty morsel between his teeth, and tossed that bitch - now in full-on berserker rage.