Chapter 16: The Turn and The Scent of It's Aftermath

Asd had been despondent for most of the day, he's had a couple of books delivered to him to help him continue his study of the Arcane. Looking at it pissed him off to no end, but there wasn't much he could do about it. He should have been a lot more careful in his interactions with all these people, he should have been smarter and a whole lot wiser. But he was blind, because he was a slave, his horizon was decidedly Limited, he didn't know much about this world except that he had a dream to follow and then.

*Craaack!*

"Arghhhhhhh!"

Asd breaths suddenly got deeper as he shifted his gaze above him, looking up at the opening on the pagoda's roof. There glaring down at him with all of her splendor was the full moon. Her silvery touch seemed to slowly creep across the ground and head in his direction as shadows receded from the movement of clouds drifting away. He was scared, his left arm had just bent at an answer angle, and as it stands it seems he was going to be in a lot more pain than he expected, he wanted to run, but by then it was too late; the light of the moon had found him.

*Craaaaack!*

His spine bent outwards almost as if it was being pulled and stretched out. His shoulders seemed to expand as his ribs broke drown and deformed into a wider frame. His fingers broke and his fingers nails seemed to push out of his skin and fall off, eliciting and even more painful cry from his as his feet expanded and tore through the shoes he had on. Tears and blood poured out of his eyes as Asd fought against the transformation, this was a fear unlike anything he has ever experienced, and for some reason it seemed as if the Pagoda, this bloody prison was making the transformation even more painful for him.

While he was fighting the transformation due to the pain he was feeling, he could also feel and oppressive pressure bearing down on him without a hint of remorse. His knees buckled under the weight and he fell to the ground on all fours, his body stretching as he closed his eyes. A hint of golden fur seemed to show as all over his skin hair seemed to brown in tiny tufts as his skin took on a qualitative change. But he didn't want this, not anymore, it was much too painful…..but there was no way 'HE' would agree, and in that regard 'HE' didn't hesitate to voice at his displeasure as Asd fighting him.

"Let me OUT! ROOOOOOAAAAAAAARRRRRRR"

And then everything went dark, and all Asd could see, feel or remember was the feeling of warmth and magic. He didn't know what was going on, but where he was stuck he could feel his spark spell module. And it gave him comfort, and so he slept, slumbered while his other self…..The Werelion experienced the world for the first time ever in his seventeen years of life.

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When Asd woke up it was already morning, his body ached and he could feel a fearsome pounding behind his head. But above all else, he was actually outside the Pagoda, and he was extremely bloody. It was strange, he didn't know why he was outside, of why he was even covered in blood, but there was a chance, this was a chance to escape from being someone's lapdog.

Asd looked at the Pagoda with a solemn expression and walked up and into it, releasing a tired sigh as he did so. He didn't have much of a choice, he wants strength and the only way to do that was to see this through to the end. At the entrance of the Pagoda he noticed a black bag laying on the floor; it was filled to the brim with clothes which means someone had the foresight to bring him some, and from the familiar scent it was none other than Rhea.

He smiled as he picked the bag up and went into the pagoda before jumping down into the hole he had been left in. Ignoring the feeling of discomfort he had, he felt a sharp wind blow up as the blood on his body seemed to carry an extra scent. It was not his, in fact just like the clothes he had just carried the blood on his body had a few seconds but the one he recognized the most, which also had the strongest scent was Rhea's.

A white hot feeling of panic lanced through his chest as he turned around in an attempt to grab onto something and head back up, but it was too late. He crashed roughly into the ground and rolled forwards antes times until his bloody body crashed into the pond in the middle of his underground prison. He ignored the sharp pain he felt at his ribs as he worried for her safety and even more so felt terrified. Because if he could smell her blood all over him, and there was a bag of clothes at the entrance, it meant she had been here last night.

And what that meant was that she was here when he had fully transformed, when he had become a full Werelion under the light of the full moon. He was not the one at the reins, it was the beast deep within him. An animal of instinct and raw power, one of excitement and extreme bloodlust that was caged for seventeen years and finally set free. And it was on the one night that he had let that monster loose that the woman he loves decided to come look for him. Asd shook, shivering as realization seemed to dawn on him. He just might be the latest entry in the tragic stories of Weres and the losses of their lives ones due to the uncontrollable full moon transformation. Rhea might be dead, and he….. he was the one that killed her!

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