Done. You can find it here: http://yaoiai.com/forum/showthread.p...653/index.html

Sounds great!

Sure thing. Give me a moment while I make the thread. I'll reply again when it's finished and you can post your reply there once it's done.

Oh, sorry about that! I'm still figuring out the website! But yes, we have been asked to move it to the forums, so we probably should, ahaha
Do you mind doing it? I'll most likely mess it up somehow xD

[Apologies for the late reply. I didn't actually see the reply till I visited your page, since it seems you posted as a visitor note on your own page instead of replying to the existing conversation. And then I had finals, so I was further occupied. Better late than never, I suppose. And it seems we've been invited by RobM to post this in the forums, ah-ha~]

"Ahhh-!" With a bit of a startled wail, Alexei felt his head tugged forcefully against his will by his 'companion'. He tried shaking the other man off, letting out a strangled bark of sorts, but had to submit when he felt another tremor shake violently through him.

'Whatever you're doing do it fast ..!' he thought desperately. He concentrated solely on keeping the pressure between his teeth constant, as a means of keeping both rational and 'calm', but it was getting increasingly difficult to fight against his own limbs, which were desperate to lash out and inflict some sort of harm against their 'attacker'. Nonetheless, it seemed Briar had succeeded in his goal. Before Alexei even had time to register a counter-reaction to the painful 'stab' at his neck, he felt some sort of woozy feeling flood over his wracked system.

'What ..'

Shivering, he began to relax, while the 'beast' within snarled at Briar. It was mostly in defense though; the previous blood-lust seemed to have died and distilled into mere irritability. In a near drunken state, Alexei's body stalked over to Brair on stumbling legs, and glared at him, scowling in great distaste. It seemed his 'other' was now in dominant control of his body, though Alexei still had enough strength to 'curb' him from-

'...!!' As if reading his mind [and to a certain extent, a likely consequence of doing so] Alexei felt his torso lurch forward towards his ... oppressor, in retaliation. Savior, he reprimanded the creature possessing him, as he strained to keep his own fingers from digging into the other man's flesh. It was all a mock display of dominance on the beast's behalf, he noted; he and it were merely clutching Briar forcefully, but doing nothing to actually harm him. There was still the ever present danger of his mind blacking out and losing complete control, but, considering the noticeable effects of Briar's injection, there wasn't much to worry about. The creature was malevolent, but it wasn't deadly unless fully transfigured.

"..." It took a few tense minutes, but eventually his body relaxed, and backed away from Briar. Mentally sighing, Alexei felt his vision blur, as his body decided to settled down a bit of a distance away from their 'visitor'. It was getting tired; he was growing weary. With the last of his dying strength, Alexei found the means to push through his alter-being, and give a weak nod.

"So you drugged it ... huh .." he stated hoarsely. His vocal cords weren't quite fit for speaking yet, but he mustered what he could, before he relaxed and closed vivid green eyes. He felt ... calm. To the point where he wasn't really caring if Briar could see his face anymore. The scales he'd sprouted would be shed within hours. And his teeth .... it wasn't like Briar was planning to pry his mouth open and inspect them, was he?

"...." He looked up, and moved his hands to grip his stone seat; he was coming closer, he was supposed to be moving away.

"That's what they said, that's what they said ..!" he pleaded, before a sharp agonizing sensation struck him through the core. It was starting already ... he was trying so hard to hold back, but it was struggling for release ...

"H-Hah-ahh .." he whimpered, watching Briar advance without hesitation. They never listened, they never ...

Just as he saw the glint of metal, his body recoiled, flinching as the first of the transformations began. An unearthly cry broke from his lips, a hybrid between a devastated wail and a euphoric screech, and he backed away hurriedly. He kept his head hidden, cradling it in his arms, and as he hid himself in the shadows of the fountain, his already dark hair seemed to double in size instantaneously. Strange black shadows seemed to drift down from his dark crown, and they scattered themselves across the water's surface like strange downy leaves.

"They ... they're feathers .. huu .." he whispered hoarsely, trying to hide his figure blindly behind what remained of the fountain's center pillar. The sound of soft, near-alien sobs filled the air, and as he wiped the tears desperately off his face, the pale skin of his arms was left smeared with droplets of what was unmistakably blood.

"What are you trying to do, huuuuu .. WHAT." he tried gently, but as his voice began cracking into an unusual croak, he was forced to make himself coherent by blasting his vocal cords, lacing his words with an unintentional ferocity which was so unlike him.

"Briar..." he nodded, trying to keep his cool, holding his ground as he witnessed the sight before him. Carefully, he took a step forward, keeping a hand on the handle of a dagger he kept in a small sheath on his back.

"I'm not here to harm you, and I can guarantee I'm not going to allow you to harm me... but I need you to stay with me for a little longer, okay?" As he spoke, he took another series of small steps forward.

'Just a little closer... just a little more..." he mentally chanted, trying to ignore sweat that had come to form on his brow. From the look on his target's face, he was not going to last much longer, 'if I'm going to do something, I need to act now!'

In one swift motion, he drew both the dagger, and an obscure object, both shining with industrial sheen. Keeping the weapon in a defensive position, he stopped only a few meters from the man, or at least what he had though was man.

"..." He heard rustling again, and this time, he pinpointed the location to a path overridden with weeds. Not a moment after, a figure emerged. His eyes narrowed as he took a quick inventory of his 'visitor's' features, before he scowled.

"You shouldn't be here; you don't know what you're dealing with. What you're dealing with." He tried emphasizing the potential danger by stepping forward adamantly. The sudden movement revealed a train of chains, shifting and clattering noisily against the cracked cobblestone pavement. He lift his arms wearily, and the chains rustled again; it became apparent that they were attached to him.

"Please; I don't want to hurt you ... if you don't leave, I won't be able to guarantee your safety .." He kept his voice firm, but already his body was showing signs of stress. The faint glow of the setting moon outlined his features; steel-grey eyes, wide with fear and moist, glossed over with unshed tears. Tattered clothes, rustling, not from a breeze or the wind, but from his racing heart coursing through his body. His already pale skin seemed to shimmer, coated in a thin layer of sweat as he fought a mixture of instincts swirling within, all of them foreign, none of them kind. Sick macabre thoughts, repressed memories from the recent past surfaced, and his legs shaking so violently he had to back away, to sit on the ledge of the ruined fountain once more.

"My name's Alexei ... I never meant to hurt them, I swear .."

Hidden in the brush, a shadow moved, caught after having observed the lone figure so successfully. Contemplation took place as the spy decided the best course of action, moving through the foliage as to get a better look at what he could be dealing with.

The figure was indeed a man... one of a rather handsome nature to add to it. 'Maybe it's time to make contact' he wondered, moving yet again as to get into a less dense part of the garden.

Slowly, he emerged from the thicket, hands up in a position of surrender, "Friend" he stated calmly. His features were soft, relaxed, subtle, showing the exterior of a layed back person.

{--Alright then; here goes [excuse any pending wordiness, I tend to get carried away]--}

It was early dawn, and sitting in the snares of an overgrown garden was a stranger. He'd lived in this particular area of the country for all his life, but due to a recent turn of events, his own friends, neighbors, and all past acquaintances had abandoned him. He didn't blame them; no one would care to associate with someone so ... so sub-human.

"..." He glanced wistfully into the remnants of what had once been a magnificent fountain which he had frequented in his youth; the adorning sculpture lay in rubble inside the basin, itself filled with grey water specked with bits of dirt. The Corporations; they were responsible for the ruin, the waste, for him. He looked fine right now; an attractive young man with opalescent features stared back at him from the murky depths, his face framed by raven black hair. But within hours, that handsome visage would be transformed into an unholy abomination.

"..." Still, as he looked at himself, he tried to convince himself that he was still the normal young man from before; he was, he had to still be there. It was his only consolation.

"..!" Just then, the sound of twigs cracking snapped him from his thoughts. He spun around, darting his eyes about in panic for his visitor. He'd already sinned thrice; he would not be responsible for a fourth casualty.

"W-Who's out there?" he called out, pleading with himself to keep his 'curse' curbed as long as possible.