Alysdair Blackdawn
He tried his best to control his panting. To slow his breath. Control. His claws dug across the floor as that low growl formed in his chest. His ear swivelled to the left, his head jerking around before he darted backward. A heavy thud on the floor followed, whereafter the worgen lunged forward, fangs and claws bared. Just as his maw took hold onto a mouthful of fur and flesh, he'd feel sharp pains running through his shoulder. His hands moved to grasp at the opponent's face, trying to pry those powerful jaws open. An idea shared by the other. The claws raked across his face and snout, drawing more blood to join the rest. He pushed forward, rolling the enemy onto his back as he engaged in a dominant position above him, trying to leverage his weight into the strength. It worked for a few moments, the grip on his shoulder loosening. Then he found himself on his back, the tables turned as their bodies intertwined in a violent struggle of power. The other worgen, however, was stronger.
In the momentum and squirming, he lost his holding on the worgen's neck, and soon his own was clamped on by sharp fangs. Control. He spared no time to try and fight the grip. He drew his legs in and with a powerul thrust, slammed his clawed feet into the worgen's gut. A howl went out of pain, his neck released, and the warmth of fluids and hot flesh spilling onto his legs gave the telltale reason. He snarled, kicking again to push the beast off of him, rolling over onto all fours. He tried to slow his panting, his claws dug into the woodboards.
"It is concluded," he heard a gruff voice say. A sudden pattering of feet rushed from somewhere behind him, moving past him to drag the opponent away, soft voices trying to soothe his pained howls. Alysdair slowly pushed himself up onto his back legs, stretching his back into an erect and tall posture; He refused to walk around like a lumbering animal when he could, but it was a back sore. "Your training is coming along nicely," the voice said, closer this time. Alysdair huffed through his nostrils, forcing himself to slow his breathing. Control. "Orik will need a good deal of tending, however. You seem to have disemboweled him."
"I can wait for a medic. I think?" He felt pain all over, and knew he was bleeding. Just not sure how badly.
"You should survive long enough. I must admit, we were surprised you came to us for these sessions, Blackdawn." The voice was now next to him. They were facing the same way, given the direction the voice seemed to be. "Though, despite your progress, I wish you would bring someone to tend to your travels. We'd hate to have you ambushed on the way back home."
"No need for concern, chap. Besides, everyone thinks I'm still drinking myself to sleep in Shadowfang all day and night. They let me be, thankfully. Soon, I'll be able to be more than a burden again." He could hear the soft pattering of anotehr coming near. The scent was female. He could feel the druidess begin her examination of his wounds, and while she was none-too-gentle with pulling fur away and checking the severity of injuries, her work was meticulous and somehow delicate enough not to bother him too much. Or maybe it was the adrenaline.
"There's little more we can teach you, Blackdawn. All you need now is constant blindfighting. Sparring or testing your senses will be enough."
Alysdair nodded his head once, before being pulled down to have his face examined and tended to. He obliged the druidess carefully. "I remember how Hyjal looked, I hope it's making progress with the recent successes. I'm afraid to say the homeland is still... up in the air..."
"We get news of it often. We get people like you here often, looking to hone the beast within them."
Control. "Yes, to control their murderous instincts, their powers..."
He heard the male chuckle. "Or just their appearance. Some of them cling so heavily to the past, wanting to look as they once did. It's a shame, but I never question it. So many lost homes, slain family."
"Broken dreams," Alysdair quipped. "We've had all of our hopes and dreams shattered around us like glass. They just need to find something to believe in. Focus." Control. He huffed through his nose as the druidess patted his shoulder, letting him know he was ready to leave now. "I thank you for the training and all you've done for our kin. You deserve a medal for it. I'll get my armor and head home."
"We never turn anyone down. I'll tell you something I tell all the worgens who come through here, Blackdawn. We all have a shadow on our soul now, consuming us. hatred, grief, vengeance, sorrow. You must control your demons. Or they will control you."
Alysdair nodded once before he turned to leave for his posssessions. "Trust me... I know."
Control.
