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    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]It'd happened in an instant; no, not an instant. It felt like something inside him had been bending and twisting for a long time until it finally snapped, and what was left was dangerous and wrong.


    He'd been at the tavern, grabbing a drink so he'd be calm enough to get some sleep and wouldn't stay up pacing, his thoughts going a million miles an hour as his mind caved into nothing but static. He took a sip of the cup of beer he'd been nursing for a while now, his mind not numb enough for him to feel comfortable leaving yet. His eyes trailed over the others in the tavern; people asleep on the bar, a wanderer sitting in a corner sharpening their blade, women of the night gallivanting around looking for company.


    He didn't notice the haggard old wolf until his eyes went around the room again. The man was in the shadows, his brown eyes gleaming as he pushed his nuzzle into the fur of a young lady. He'd boxed her in by guiding her to the wall, and kept the smaller mutt there with his size. Her eyes were wide and scared, but she was paralyzed with fear and couldn't move away.


    Nico narrowed his eyes; he could practically smell the alcohol on the wolf's breath even from across the room. He stood up, his teeth already bared. He padded towards the two, his muscles tense and ready for a fight. Though he hadn't given in control to the drink yet, his mind still felt hazy and strange; he could barely think aside from that he needed a brawl and this man deserved to get his face slammed into a table.


    He didn't say anything, he just walked over and sunk his claws into the wolf's pelt. The man howled and snapped at Nico's form, his teeth connecting with the cat's shoulders. Nico let out a hiss and pulled away, the wolf's teeth leaving long gashes on Nico's shoulders and neck. He didn't care though; what did it matter? Blood was blood, and he didn't care who it came from so long as it was spilled.


    He lunged at the wolf, his teeth connecting with the wolf's jaw. He dug his claws into the wolf's flank and held on as the wolf bucked and howled, and tried to dig his teeth deeper into the wolf's jaw as the man stumbled around the tavern. The static in his mind still felt suffocating though, so he ripped his teeth away and went for the wolf's throat.


    After all, people like him deserved to die.



    As the fight continued, Trudy watched with glowing eyes; she showed no emotion except perhaps disgust.


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    She saw the fight, arrived in the tavern mere seconds before it begun - long enough to see the wolf cornering the mutt but not enough to do anything about it - and didn't grab a drink and watch, like she was half tempted to. It bothered her how much her apprentice got into fights with Clanmates, and she was definitely going to need to talk to him about that later.


    Not now, though, first she had to keep him from murdering this wolf. Shifting into a wolfhound as she went, she prowled over to the two and attempted to grab them both and slam each other's head's into each other, if successful dropping them both and frowning. "Knock it the fuck off before I do something worse." She growled, fully planning on making good on the threat if either one of them tried to pull something.
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    [center][fancypost=width: 500px; text-align: justify]Nico didn't see Sel approaching until his head was slamming into the wolf's. He collapsed to the floor, alongside the npc. The dizziness from the boiling, overwhelming anger in his head paired with the quickly building headache made him want to puke.


    He wanted to get up, to slap Sel for stopping him, to attack her for getting in his way; but he couldn't move, it felt like his limbs were locking up and he felt sick. And then, like a wave crashing over him, calmness invaded his mind. The anger didn't dissipate, the overwhelming calamity smashed it into pieces. He gasped for air, fully knowing he looked pathetic but unable to do anything except remind his body that it was, indeed, still alive.


    He shut his eyes and curled up into a ball, his entire body shaking violently. Trudy chirped with concern and darted over, aiming to climb on top of Sel's back and peer at the two. The wolf had been dazed as well, and was probably going to black out before being able to stand up.

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    Sel turned to the mutt. "Back to camp." She ordered, fastening her gaze back on her apprentice and the wolf. "What am I going to do with you?" She asked, shaking her head and stilling as Trudy climbed onto her.


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