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Black fur grows out until it covers his entire body while his chest fur turns silver. His hands painfully change into paws and also became silver. As the change to a were-wolf completed his eyes shot open to show that his eye color had become crimson. He growled violently and tried to lunge at Luke, straining against the shackles.

In Dream> Little Daem looked at Daemithus for a few seconds before he turned around and ran away from him, waving his hand, signaling him to follow. Okay? Seriously, what is going on here? Runs after his little counterpart.

Growls at Luke menacingly, his eyes seeming to glow a deeper crimson as his muscles tensed against his skin.

In Dream> As he chased after Little Daemie, Daemithus saw a large wolf shackled to a wall ahead. The wolf looked dead, nothing more than a pelt. As he approached the pelt jumped to life, the head opened it's eyes, the eyes shining crimson and the mouth twisted into a malicious snarl as it barked silently at him. "The hell is this?" He felt a tug at his shirt and looked at Little Daem point at him, then point at the living pelt. "THAT'S ME?!" Little Daem nodded slowly, then stepped away from Daemithus.

He let out an explosive bark and snapped at Luke's finger before settling back and glaring at the healer with feral hunger in his eyes.

In Dream> Daemithus walked toward the living pelt, stopping just out of reach of the wolf's biting reach. "If you are me... or I am you... then why don't I have the marks of being bitten?" His knowledge of were-wolves ran through his mind until he came upon one possibility. "Was I born?" As soon as he asked, a ring of flame popped up trapping little Daem, the pelt and himself. As he looked at the flames, he saw the twisted and disproportionate silhouettes of the many people that had hunted him as a child.

Snarls at Luke, then lays back and closes his eyes.

In Dream> Daemithus glares at the forms, then looks surprised as he notices that they aren't moving from their places. "Why did you chase me as a child?!" After a few seconds, the silhouettes mouths moved in unison, but nothing came out of them. "Oh.. right... it's my dream, I can't know what I never learned... or wasn't buried somewhere in my psyche." He turned and looked at Little Daemie, who was shaking in fear. Daemithus sighed and looked at the pelt. which seemed to be calmer now. "Fine... let's see what heppens." He walked over to the pelt and reached out.

"I'm going to hurt you when I get out of these shackels." Daemithus shook his head as he came out of the daze and looked at Luke. "What the hell? How did I do this?" Looks himself over.

Eats the steak happily and lets out a sigh of relief when it's gone. "I guess shifting really does make one hungry..." Let out loud belch, then laughed lightly.

Swings his legs around, sits up, then stands next to his bed. "Yeah, well, don't go shackling me again." Rubs his wrists where the shackles restrained him.

((I'm heading out, I'll see you next time I log on. See ya man.))