Grimm didn't lower his gaze for a second, and if anything, his stare only grew in intensity as he gazed into their violet depths. He lost himself in the beautiful shade of them, barely picking up on how it was affecting his model hopeful, and he wouldn't have stopped even if he was conscious of the effect it. He merely gave a low bow of gratitude at her acceptance, before turning to the vampire with a look of intense focus. His scythe would form in his hand in an instant, and his eyes would glow with a cold intensity as the skull mask would form over his face again. Before he struck, however, a golden light would spill out from the depths of his hood.

As the light shown outward, the occupants in the room would see that around the reaper's neck would be a choker that seemed to have several gem stones embedded into it. The one that was glowing was a brilliant amber in color, with a single black sphere at it's center to give it the look of a bestial eye. From this golden light came a sudden horde of spectral hounds that would fly around Grimm in a disorienting whirlwind, hiding him from sight. As this happened, rain would catch subtle wisps of fear and nervousness coming from him, followed soon by a single pain-filled bellow that caused the whirlwind to convulse wildly. This bellow would drag out as it slowly changed into a roar, before the light suddenly ceased. Where Grin stood before, a slightly different figure stood,breathing in short gasps as if he had seen his worst nightmares given life. 

The most notable difference was his cloak, as the pure black fabric had been replaced with wolf fur of the same color. The hood now had the attachment of a large wolf's skull to the top part of it, a similar adornment anointing the head of his scythe as well, the metal of the blade having been replaced with jagged ivory. His eyes would gleam an amber gold, holding the same feral ferocity as that of the gem. His hair was a lot more wild looking as well, taking on a color much closer to gray than the silverry white they had been before. 

The reaper would look between Rain, then axel, before giving both a wide grin, show casing that he his canines on both his upper and low jaw ad elongated into fangs. Rain would notice the change before anyone else, as he would smell more like a werewolf than what he had smelled like before, but it wouldn't be exactly right either.

"Time to get started, no?" He would chuckled, cracking a wide smile, before shooting forward to launch a kick into Axel's gut, aiming to send him flying out of the inn. Whether it hit or not matter not, because that it where Grimm would go after wards, climbing up a building with an animalistic agility before he reached the top, giving a short howl to the sky, before turning his attention back to Axel. Holding his scythe at the ready, he'd make a taunting 'come on' gesture with his fingers . . . or one finger in particular, to be specific. It seems that what ever Grimm had done, it had drastically changed both his mind and body.
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