Sweat poured down the Sorcerers bare flesh as a series of labored breaths took place whilst he made an attempt to strengthen his body. After being viciously attacked by an unknown group of individuals; Merces needed to acquire a new body. His current form did not do him much justice being that he could hardly move without the aid of a Cane. The bastards demanded that he needed to leave Almund and do such a thing swiftly. Therefore he decided to waltz into the wild only to use the clouded leopard totem, and he had already begun the process of shedding all of his clothes. He remained somewhat hidden for the past few trials by migrating around in his other form. The process of transformation took approximately eight to ten bits. The Sorcerer began the process and attempted to slow his breathing whilst he held onto the paw of the clouded leopard.
Bandits, and Pirates alike frequented the area of wilderness he frequented and made several failed attempts to hunt in the past few trials. The agony began, and the process of bone shift started immediately; pain rocketed through the entirety of his being. He felt nausea, a feat of dizziness, and then bewilderment and the sudden need to feed on raw flesh. The Atavistic tendencies intertwined with that of the Leopards. After several bits of agony, a single bit of nothingness had come in short intervals prior to the pain returning with a vengeance.
The trial had still been a young one, and finally in between labored breaths and a series of screams let out by Mercy; his four paws landed upon the moist ground beneath his feet. Blades of grass fell in between his forepaws, and he walked about awkwardly on his hind legs. With a strengthened sense of smell; he allowed air to fill his lungs with an inhalation. However, with a soft exhalation the cold air exited his lips. Despite the snow beneath his feet; he did not feel uncomfortable as the creature had been well equipped to deal with the cold. The Sorcerer had distinct irises that danced with idiosyncratic flames of various cerulean tones. They remained no matter what form he seemed to take on, but that did not matter to him.
What was important was that he find a new body to reside in, and get rid of the totem of self he currently possessed. Merces could no longer be Merces; if he expected to live in Scalvoris and continue to commit crime. His intentions were simply to wreak havoc until The Kennel paid for their actions against him; the man who he killed spoke the truth. Dana, and Gibney however needed to be eliminated quickly, and quietly. The Feline set forward at a slow pace, and attempted to be stealthy albeit he failed multiple times with the crunch of leaves beneath his heels. The form still took some getting used to, but he had been in and out of it several times. Walking on four paws took time to adapt to; as one needed to focus and coordinate all of their steps in order to move properly.
Luckily one of the multiple advantages of being a feline was the smaller stomach. The Clouded Leopard did not require much subsistence in a trial. The Sorcerer carried on and attempted to follow the scent of not one but several humans simultaneously. The scent was difficult to discern, distorted and broken by the harsh cylus wind. Merces had not practiced tracking either; thus he became lost several times along the way to find the group of people. Perhaps he could fetch a new body in the process of the search.
However, the moment he began to move only mere feet away from him a loud crunch took place and halted him in his tracks.
Snap
The sound of a twig as it broke echoed about the vicinity, and The Feline set off in the direction of the sound as to find out exactly what created the noise.
Bandits, and Pirates alike frequented the area of wilderness he frequented and made several failed attempts to hunt in the past few trials. The agony began, and the process of bone shift started immediately; pain rocketed through the entirety of his being. He felt nausea, a feat of dizziness, and then bewilderment and the sudden need to feed on raw flesh. The Atavistic tendencies intertwined with that of the Leopards. After several bits of agony, a single bit of nothingness had come in short intervals prior to the pain returning with a vengeance.
The trial had still been a young one, and finally in between labored breaths and a series of screams let out by Mercy; his four paws landed upon the moist ground beneath his feet. Blades of grass fell in between his forepaws, and he walked about awkwardly on his hind legs. With a strengthened sense of smell; he allowed air to fill his lungs with an inhalation. However, with a soft exhalation the cold air exited his lips. Despite the snow beneath his feet; he did not feel uncomfortable as the creature had been well equipped to deal with the cold. The Sorcerer had distinct irises that danced with idiosyncratic flames of various cerulean tones. They remained no matter what form he seemed to take on, but that did not matter to him.
What was important was that he find a new body to reside in, and get rid of the totem of self he currently possessed. Merces could no longer be Merces; if he expected to live in Scalvoris and continue to commit crime. His intentions were simply to wreak havoc until The Kennel paid for their actions against him; the man who he killed spoke the truth. Dana, and Gibney however needed to be eliminated quickly, and quietly. The Feline set forward at a slow pace, and attempted to be stealthy albeit he failed multiple times with the crunch of leaves beneath his heels. The form still took some getting used to, but he had been in and out of it several times. Walking on four paws took time to adapt to; as one needed to focus and coordinate all of their steps in order to move properly.
Luckily one of the multiple advantages of being a feline was the smaller stomach. The Clouded Leopard did not require much subsistence in a trial. The Sorcerer carried on and attempted to follow the scent of not one but several humans simultaneously. The scent was difficult to discern, distorted and broken by the harsh cylus wind. Merces had not practiced tracking either; thus he became lost several times along the way to find the group of people. Perhaps he could fetch a new body in the process of the search.
However, the moment he began to move only mere feet away from him a loud crunch took place and halted him in his tracks.
Snap
The sound of a twig as it broke echoed about the vicinity, and The Feline set off in the direction of the sound as to find out exactly what created the noise.
