[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 425px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; text-trasform: lowercase][font=times new roman]// keep in mind that this is happening the same moment that this thread is going on, therefore all replies to this would be when he is already unconscious and no one would know what had happened to him!
Ronan had been jerked awake during his sleep by an unknown force. It was forcing him down, forcing him into a fit of despair and self doubt. It was sending him into a bloody rage. He didn't know why it was happening, which only made it worse. Because he wanted to kill something. Kill it fast and kill it now. Feel the crushing of bones between his teeth and the metallic taste of blood on his tongue...
He coughed, gagging on his on spit as a burning pain moved up his torso, finally stopping at his throat. From their, however, it soon spread into his head, a throbbing headache sending pain throughout his body. And he felt himself losing control. The canine's eyes turned pitch black, and he felt a soothing numbness start to take hold of him...
and he couldn't remember much more. One moment he was standing in his room, the next he was outside, everything tinged in red. The next he was hunting someone down... and then he ripped himself away from the feeling, hovering over a defenseless kit which was mewling for it's mother, his claws inches away from it's face. Horror formed on his face, and he dropped the paw down, backing away in shock. Only then did he become acutely aware of the pain on his forearms, and as he glanced down he groaned at the deep gashes that lay there. The hiisihound fell back, clutching his face in his bloody paws as the headache continued to force his whole body to burn.