[i][u]Jaska Din Valos[/u][/i]

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[i]... It begins.[/i]

The child's eyes suddenly shot wide open, glowing with a golden light, bringing life to what appeared to be a lifeless child. But there was something off here. He was, cold, robotic. Not having that spark that he usually had. It showed in his expression, it was blank, apathetic. What expressed that more than anything was the way he got up. Even though he was impaled, he put his claws on the ground and pushed himself off of it rather nonchalantly. It left behind a hole that went clean through him. Exposing some of his organs to the world and oozing boiling hot blood. However, the wound was closing quickly. He stood there for a moment, breathing loudly. There was something strange going on with his body. It slowly began to change up. Muscles expanding and strengthening, claws and teeth lengthening, growing tough scales... All at an extremely slow rate. It seemed that his body was more focused on closing this wound than anything. Jaska hunched over, he began snarling quietly. The wound wasn't quite shut yet, still, he was on the prowl.   

[i]He smelled prey.[/i]

The Beast Child took slow steps forward towards the exit. Making heavy steps as he did so. His claws scraped the floor with every step, causing a scratch mark. Blood had dripped down to the ground, sizzling. He moved towards the odor, [i]Aislin[/i], who was still nearby... He could smell her. Jaska continued his ominous march. It wasn't long before he approached the stairs, and Aislin speaking all but confirmed her position. Jaska's vision pierced through the shadows, going up the stairs at a slow pace. His clawed hand reached out through the darkness, and was pressed against the wall, he closed his eyes and hung his head. There was a moment of silence as he just... stopped. Only an ominous breathing sound echoed it's way out of the staircase. Jaska looked down at his wound, it was just about closed. The heavy breathing had stopped.

His injuries were healed, which meant it was time to attack. Those glowing eyes opened again wide as ever, piercing through the darkness as he jumped out. With that death blow healed, his body could focus on his transformation. It was not an instant transformation, technically he was still in the process of it. The more he transforms, the stronger he gets. He was getting larger. His body had expanded and grown, with his muscles building up - With his tail getting thicker. His body was growing a large amount of scales, that grew larger and thicker as time passed, his right arm was already covered in tiny scales. His claws were growing a threatening length, the blade on his tail was getting larger too. His teeth was larger, and more threatening. He was seemingly growing a snout, as his nose and mouth were extending, similar to other beasts of prey. The air was waving around him - As he was giving off an unbearable heat, and soon enough, he exploded into a wreath of flames. This was no longer Jaska - The beast inside of him had taken over, and began to grow in power, and rage. There would be no reasoning with him, as there were no mind left in his head to reason with. 

Jaska jumped up the stairs, out of the darkness. Showing Aislin the monstrous shape he had taken. He kept snarling at her, his teeth had grown to the point where he couldn't help but bear them. Beast-Jaska took a step towards her, slamming his very foot into the concrete until it cracked.

He let out a powerful roar that vibrated throughout the jungle. One that sounded deep and monstrous already. The signal for creatures great and small that the apex predator is on the hunt. Because Jaska had his eyes on his prey. Standing right in front of him, coiling in fear.

And the hunt's on.

[u][i]Theresa Sindel Obott.[/i][/u]

[i]What was that? [/i]Theresa thought to herself as she roamed these jungles. A roar...? A roar had filled her ears. That was not a good sign. Usually it was an animal showing anger, or dominance. Especially how close it was... It didn't sound like any animal Theresa had heard before. She had spent plenty of time hunting in these jungles, and never heard anything like that. Theresa started twiddling with her thumbs... looking around nervous as all hell. Theresa's emotion was a mixture of curiosity ([i]I want to know what that is[/i]) and fear ([i]I don't want that to attack me[/i]). Still, Theresa didn't want to second-guess herself here. She knew that inner-drive for adventure was telling her to just go. What is the worst that could possibly go wrong? Theresa made her way towards the roar, but she had her bow ready. A arrow was in the bowstring, against the nock, and she had a hand on the upper limb, holding it sideways. An arrow wasn't the most effective weapon, but it was the only thing she had. Other than that knife around her belt, but she wasn't the up front person.

And if it blows up in her face, at least she can regenerate.