[color=silver] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/RUeksDd.jpeg[/img][/center] [center][h2][color=goldenrod]Dominic Blackmoor[/color][/h2][/center] [center][color=black][sup][/sup][/color][/center] [center][color=goldenrod][b]Time:[/b][/color] • Night[/center] [center][color=goldenrod][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] • Vex [@Tpartywithzombi] • Kessler [@deegee][/center] [center][color=black][sup][/sup][/color][/center] Chaos. It erupted around them all as the gas took its effect. Dominic could smell the frenzy even before the vamps attacked. This was bad… Real fucking bad. His eyes turned to the stage as he pulled Vex closer. That’s when Aeryn fell. Dom watched his old friend stagger, silver chain blindfold sliding off one eye as it ignited blood-red. He saw the tremor run through Aeryn’s hands, saw him choke on the air around him. He was fighting the frenzy that was trying to take hold of him, but it was futile. Just like the others, Aeryn succumbed to the monster that was being pulled forth. He became a mindless, desperately violent attacker. Dom’s jaw locked so hard something inside popped, but he didn’t move towards his old friend. He couldn’t… At least not yet. His immediate priority was Vex. He shifted her behind him with the hand that was around her waist. He wasn’t sure what she would be able to do in her state, but he knew without a doubt that he’d protect her… That he would protect his pack, regardless of what he had to do. The first vampire hit him without warning. A blur of nails and teeth and frenzy. Dom didn’t step back or flinch. He caught the creature by the throat mid-lunge and slammed them down so hard the concrete cracked beneath the impact. The vamp writhed, snapping at his face, until Dom’s hand pushed down with enough force to cave the spine at the base of the skull. The body twitched once and went still. Three more came at him. He shoved Vex aside in one clean motion, just far enough to keep her out of the reach of their would-be assailants. One vampire tried to latch onto his shoulder. Another tore at the back of his shirt. The third sank claws into his abdomen. Dom saw white. He grabbed the closest one by the back of the head and swung it like a hammer. Bone snapped on impact. The creature bounced off a pillar and slid down leaving a smear of blood. The second he crushed against the marble counter. The entire slab gave under the force, cracking down the center like it had been struck by a wrecking ball. Marble dust billowed as Dom ripped the last vampire off his torso with both hands, fingers sinking into the creature’s face as he lifted it and threw it across the bar. It hit a row of liquor shelves, causing glass and alcohol to explode like rainfall. That was when he smelled Tessa’s blood. He focused, honing in on her location. The Coldfang boy was there too… he could tell by Luter’s scent that he was injured as well, but clearly, he was protecting her. Dom, utilizing not just scent but his enhanced hearing as well, searched the room for Kessler. The man’s scent cut through the massacre. Dom found him perched above the bar. He was a mountain of fur and rage, ready to do the things that Kessler did better than anyone. Dominic met his eyes intensely and yelled to him over the cries, growls, and thunderous chaos around them. [color=goldenrod]“Tessa…get to her. Keep her safe!”[/color] He pushed the worry for Tessa down best he could. Dom understood that if anyone could slaughter their way to her and get her out of this trouble… It’s Kess. With his attention elsewhere, another vamp lunged forward at him. Dominic turned just in time to intercept the feral creature, but he was a fraction of a second too slow to stop the splintered, jagged end of a chair leg from being driven deep into his right leg. Pain flared as the wood pierced his flesh, but he did not show it. Instead, he raged. The crack that followed was wet and brutal as the vamp’s skull was slammed against the concrete floor over, and over, [b]and over[/b] until his end was final. As he stood, Dom exhaled a sound that wasn’t quite human anymore. He was shifting. His spine buckled first. A sharp, cartilage-splitting snap echoed under his skin as vertebrae twisted out of alignment. Muscles bunched, tore, and reknit themselves around the moving bones. His shoulders jerked back so violently it looked like someone had hooked chains into him and pulled hard. The veins along his throat bulged as his skin visibly crawled. His jaw hitched sideways with a sound like cracking wet walnut shells. Teeth lengthened one by one, each pushing through gum tissue with grotesque pops. His canines grew fastest, forcing his lips to split at the corners. Blood smeared across his teeth as they reshaped into killing tools. Fingers stretched, then split… Then fused again as bone pushed outward. Claws tore through the skin at their tips, dragging strips of flesh with them like unraveling thread. His nails fell off in soft, bloody clinks before blackened talons erupted in their place. Dom exhaled once and the sound was even less human. It vibrated low in his ribs like metal dragged over stone. The change rolled down his back and under the skin as he continued to take his true form. Tendons stretched until they snapped like overstressed rope, and new ones formed. Thicker ones. His ribcage expanded, cartilage tearing open space for a deeper set of lungs. His heartbeat slammed against his chest as the heart itself suddenly began beating too big for a human body. His skin mottled, rippling in waves as the coat underneath pushed forward. Coarse fur burst through pores in a spray of blood. It crawled across him until his entire frame was covered, dark and uneven. His legs distorted next; knees bending the wrong way, ankles popping out of place, and feet splitting as new bones erupted through the old shape. The wooden spike of the chair leg he had been pierced with slid and slipped from the wound as muscle and flesh sewed itself back together, and he dropped forward on all fours for a moment, claws gouging into marble as easily as pressing fingers into wet clay. Dom lifted his head and the last pieces of humanity shuttered behind his eyes. What looked back at the room was a wolf in the body of a man, jaws dripping, fur matted with blood, muscles quivering under the strain of too much power compressed into too little space. This was the true Alpha of the Iron Fangs on display. The beast that Dominic had become placed itself between Vex and everything else, and with as gentle a hand as he could manage, he moved her behind him and pulled her close. He answered the howls of others in his pack with one of his own; the sound reverberating around his space. Blood was spilled all around the club, with vamps feasting on prey in all corners of the place. Dom would save who he could, but his priority was his pack… And he would butcher anyone who dared get in his way on the path to them. [/color]