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WC: 1413. TLDR: Touka accidentally eats a Wendigo and is turned into one, taking the form of a huge black Kyuubi. By the end of the post she is chowing down on a wolf.... alive. >: D
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When had it been since she had last eaten? Her body did not need nutrition daily or weekly like some animals. Ghouls could be sustained by a single meal for a month, but Touka was well past that time. She tried resisting. After Ayato had fed on her that once, she had avoided eating altogether due to knowing the cost. A life. Normal prey that was mindless was disgusting to her digestive system. She needed those who were like her- beings with a real soul and mind. And it made life hard. After all, the innocents around had to be killed just for sustenance. Quite sick in a way. Cannibalism to a degree, regardless of species, especially with so many shapeshifters in the world.
But now the memories of Ayato's jaws sinking into her came back, him eating her alive and tearing flesh from bone as she screamed in utter agony. Was that how her prey felt when she did not kill them right away? Maybe, but there was something more. Perhaps it was the fact that he was her brother, the only family she had left, that had sickened her the most. Her dear little brother ripping off her muscles in certain areas and feasting on her while she was very much alive.
It had thrown Touka in a depression and made her unwilling to eat at all. Yet this was the most dangerous thing a ghoul could attempt- fasting. Each time a clanmate passed before her violet eyes, or if she scented them on the wind, hunger twinged and she could not help but imagine her enjoying their blood and flesh as she ate them, dead or alive.
Only after that dreamy thought would she snap back to reality horrified, and unable to focus on her usual everyday tasks. She had been avoiding the Rebellion members as of late, knowing that by now the site of them only could be seen as little more than a source of food.
Finally putting some distance between herself and the camp, the silver kitsune was out and about, hunting. She was starving and desperate- anyone would do, though she would hate to eat a fellow mafia friend or a potential joiner. However, the five star elite was lucky enough to pick up on rogue scent. As she tracked it down with a fair speed and decent amount of stealth, Touka finally came upon a dark tortoiseshell she-cat. Another feline? Fair enough. She could eat just about anything now that was deemed edible for ghouls.
Instantly giving chase and quickly overtaking the tortie with her faster tiger-sized kitsune speed, Touka instantly tackle and pinned the feline. Normally she made the game fair, always reverting back to her birth silver fox form to give her prey a fighting chance. It was a bit of a noble thing for a ghoul to do on mortal terms, and probably cowardly in ghoul terms, but she did not care. She had been around the other species enough to learn some basic morals and fairness. That, and she felt guilty. But this time, never. Violet eyes had long changed to a bright glowing red as she sank her teeth into the cat, eating it alive bite by bite as it screamed. However, Touka was deaf to the agonized cries and pleas.
The meal of choice would quickly be regretted. The tortie's yellow eyes shifted to a nasty green color as the kitsune continued to chow down. But for some reason, the feline did not seem to be dying. The body was still and the heartbeat had long faded, but those green eyes still stared at her, as if peering into her soul. The hungry ghoul did her best to ignore it though, and before long the cat was just about gone... or at least it's flesh, muscle, and a few organs. Those eyes were blank and dead finally. Maybe it had just been her imagination....
As the kitsune chowed down the last few bites, a sudden pain shot through her body as she was pinned to the ground by some invisible force. Glaring around in anger, Touka finally made out a shape in front of her? A spirit? That could not be good. But really, she was more annoyed that anything else. The spirit materializing was a horror to see- somewhat primate in stance, but like a skeleton with flesh rotting on its main body and large monstrous limbs that were greatly out of proportion to its weaker center. What was most, striking, however, was that deer or wolf-like head with antlers and big hungry fangs. "Who the f*ck are you?" she snarled.
As the giant creature took a few moves towards the kitsune, it stopped short and seemed to change back into a dark black and ginger dappled tortie for a few blinks as it lowered its head towards the canine's. "Hasn't anyone ever told you not to eat a Wendigo?" it chuckled softly, green eyes blazing as it stared into Touka's own violet orbs. "... Or else you will become one. Your own violent original sin brought you into this mess, and this is your punishment."
With those words, the green eyes seemed to get brighter almost to the point where Touka was blinded by them. She shut her eyes tight, and as soon as she opened them the she-cat, or Wendigo, was gone. In that instant, however, another sharp pain wracked the rebel's body. All around her the scenery had changed. It was as if she was drowning in blood and darkness. Yet her silvery-blue furred limbs were twisting- her forelegs, her hindlegs, and all five of her tails. Just like the cat had yelled before, the ghoul was screaming in desperation, much louder than she ever had before. This pain was unreal. It was unlike when she had been eaten, and unlike the cries of anyone else she had ever preyed upon.
As her form was twisted and distorted, her body began to rearrange itself into something completely different and alien, but still somewhat familiar. She was a kitsune like before, but could now be better classified as a Kyuubi, with nine thin tails that were about twelve feet long on her now- eleven foot long and 5 foot tall body, just slightly larger than an average tiger and her first form. It was no longer a light silver gray, but pitch black with the tails much wispier or 'ghosty'. To top it off, her teeth grew much larger into easy-flesh-piercing fangs, her claws grew much deadlier, and longer, more horn-like pointy ears protruded from her head.
Once the transformation was complete, the blood and darkness ebbed from visibility as did the pain; but something new had taken a hold of the five star elite. Picking herself up, red eyes gazed around wearily. She had just eaten, right? Yes, she had. The feline corpse was right nearby. But in most cases even that meal would hold her off at least for a day if not longer. Though now.... she was hungier than when she began. Starving. Famished. Ravenous.
Amidst her hunger she could not even focus on what had just befallen her. Instantly, she locked onto the nearest food source and scent she could detect, which began leading her straight back to camp.
... then it dawned on her.
Where am I?
No wait.... I know where I am. I live here.... this is my home.... I'm a five star Elite of the Rebellion of Terminus, formerly BreezeClan.
No... blood. Flesh. Meat. Their's! I need it!
Whoa, stop. I can't. They're my friends. I would regret killing them. After all, they mean the world to me..... what is happening!?
As if a light had been turned on, Touka suddenly realized her new form. No! How did this happen! I only ate...
"This is your punishment."
NO!
Suddenly unable to control herself and her ever-growing insanity any further, in a last effort to protect her clanmates the black kyuubi dashed the opposite direction of the camp, running as fast as she could. By the time she reached the border.... there was a figure there. This time, a fellow canine, only non-mythical. A humble wolf. Well, not for long. Making a large leap into the air, Touka tackled and pinned down the wolf, grinning madly all while happily tearing into the canine and eating him alive. There was nothing better than this... why had she ever denied herself?
Flesh.
