Castilian Blue | Male | Kitsune | Mentions Kaiden

Castilian had been unconcious for a couple of hours. It had seem as if he were dead, since he had no pulse, but in reality he was alive. Very much to be exact. He had been running in his dream. More as running after something. He didn't know who it was, but his mind had told him to follow, which he did and in high pursuit. The person had been running fast, very fast that Castilian himself couldn't catch up with the person himself. " Come back!" he yelled frantically at the figure as It's hue began to fade between the swirling trees
He remembered these woods. His run now changed into a gallop, and then into a trot until he came to a hault. He began panting with exhaustion.

The figure had stop running as well, and had stood before him with out him realising it. The figure had a hood on, a long black one with silver trimmings. He looked up at the person, still panting with exhaustion. " W-Who... Are you?" he asked between his gasping. The figure hadn't responded, instead it brought it's hand out, showering Castilian's kitsune body with sharp pain. He dropped to the ground, not knowing what had happened, and had raised his head to see the figure once again. " Who are you?" he asked again, wanting to know his attackers name. " Why.. I am you of course." the voice had said. It then had tooken the hood off, revealing it's face. It's me!!! he thought, bewildered by the fact he was standing before himself. " Your not me!" he growled at the poser. " I am you. I'm just from your past. The imposter now reaching for Castilian's throat, pulling him up in the air. " You remember when you killed others? When you feed on their pain and suffering... Mhm.. How it felt so good. You should have stayed that way. You were never soft back then." he said with a smile creeping upon their face. Castilian couldn't talk, he was choking. He tried to let himself free, but he had to admit he was stronger in his past than he was now. He's-- I'm right.. I am weak... he thought. The light began to dim around him, and the vicious face of his past self was the last thing he saw.

His Kitsune body, frail and dull, was laying on the bed. He had twitched a bit, since the nightmare but hadn't awoken. Suddenly he jumped, awoken by then sudden death he had in his dreams. His eyes red with stress and unknown feralness. He wasn't thinking straight. His mind had now become corrupted with his past self. What was known of Castilian's soft self had diminished into the deep abyss of himself, and was now a feral Kitsune.

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Izzy Marie | Female | Wolf Shifter | Mentions Lucian (briefly)

Izzy had made her way to the cafeteria. It was the afternoon by the time she made it there. She went into the line, getting two trays, one with all meat and the other with just a sandwich and a fruit. Holding both the trays was a bit of a burden on her arms, but she had managed to make it back to the room. When she got there she knocked on the door. No responce.. Maybe he is still sleeping. she thought to herself. She set the trays down, pulling the knob and noticing it was unlocked. She let herself in, bring the trays along and setting them down on the cofee table. She didn't see Lucian anywere. " Lucian?" she called out, waiting for an answer.

Mirrajj | 24 | Shapeshifter Mythical Cat | Location: Tempest's Dorm|
| Mentions: Tempest, Hailstorm|
I was dreaming, a subconscious part of mind acknowledged the fact even as I bow to Koavv...the prince of a good number of my kind and a very old friend. His deep purple mane, edged with red fur is surprisingly well behaved today. When we were cubs we always used to joke about his mane, which had grown on his neck and back at a very young age and was perhaps the most voluminous mane any of my kind has ever been cursed (and gifted) to boast. He turns and I walk with him when suddenly I trip...the last thing I see are his eyes, sad eyes, eyes that know something I do not. Than I am falling. Falling. Falling.

My head hits the table with a loud bang and my hands instantly reach up to cradle the pain pounding through my brain, and the tears (not caused by the painful awakening) start to gather in my eyes. No crying. No Crying. NO CRYING. Memory comes rushing back...meeting Tempest, and Hailstorm. Having dinner than making our way to a interesting building, than to a room. It had been late and I had taken what Tempest and Hailstorm called the 'couch'. I must have rolled of the darn thing in my sleep hitting my head against the table that stood low in front of it.

Stars above knew that the sound would likely wake Tempest and her friend. It is around this time that I notice the hand in my hair is wet. Must have cut myself...it would heal in a few minutes. That being said the scent of blood would be in the air, and my blood is not red. In a situation like this I have determined to keep as much knowledge of my kind a secret, until I am sure I can trust. Fate seems to have other ideas though, as there was little I could do to avoid explaining liquid silver in my hair. Another day.