A/n: here's is your ruff ya jerks. lol enjoy...grr another ruff score on the main page.

Howling Thunder Ch36: The First Storm

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Mora makes three quick thrusts to pressure away her final opponent, quickly following up with a long slash at his eye level, a trail of frost in the wake of the spear.

The guard leans back from it and then ducks forward to advance again only to find Mora had done the same, the spear now lodged into his chest, a look of surprise crosses his face as his eyes roll back.

She pulls out the spear and throws it towards me just as three more guards come running into the hall.

The spear pierces past the wind vortex and strikes towards me as if she was trying to impale me with that toss. It passes through me in a swirl of black fog, I catch it coming back out the other side.

As I level the bone spear of Mraz Zmaj it seems to sense that this time I intend to actually wield it. Small white flames wisp along the shaft up to the head made of sharpened spinal bones so large they could only have come from a great beast. Red sparks begin to crackle out from the white flames. I can feel my blood begin to burn.

Kreiz smirks and flips back his feathery brown hair, “An interesting weapon for sure, no doubt crafted from a powerfull monster. But do you really think it can stand up to a divine weapon?!”

Once more he strikes the base of the silver staff against the stone floor. The wind begins to close in around us. The air current condensing into invisible blades which cut at my skin and armor.

My spear flashes with red light, screaming I charge right into Kreiz, “Why are you doing any of this Kreiz?!”

He deflects the lunge upwards with his sabre, grimacing as the sparks still arc out and burn several of his feathers on his wing, “This is our mountain! The Holy Land of the Turul!”

I take the upward momentum and begin spinning the spear as fast as possible. Rings of red lighting pulse and fly towards the feathered warrior. He lowers the staff, a twister of silver wind blasts out from the white feather head, dispersing my rings of violent energy.

Pulling out of the spin I make a growl as I slash forward into the wind like fighting a river current. A massive red pulse fires forward, cutting into the wind.

Kreiz flaps his wings to hop over it towards me, his sabre coming down at my head.

Locking the blade into the spaces in the bone spear and pulling him close, “Who put this nonsense in your head, without the other clans your tribe would never have flown near Yoden again. It would still be a demon fortress!”

The spear godes me to attack faster and more viciously. I thrust, swipe, whip, everything that comes to mind, aiming towards his left side holding the staff. Each time he spins in a flurry of golden feathers, his blade knocking away the spear tip as if it was a simple spar.

I shove him away with a kick to his chest, looking at the staff and pointing with my spear, “Was it that god, or Goddess Emese?”

He laughs, his voice full of anger, “Such a spoiled and ignorant pup. Do you think the gods just speak to anyone, champion? No one has heard from the holy mother in centuries, and even now I pray our actions don’t bring down Zephyr’s wraith. The god’s should have stayed out of everything, but instead they pile blessing upon blessing to your family! This is the final night of the great city Yoden!”

A third time he slams down the staff pommel, the wind vortex closes completely. What feels like thousands of knives slice past me. The wind centers atop the staff and begins to flow up into a massive blade, reaching up as if wishes to cut the very sky.

Kreiz swings down the staff, the great wind blade carves through the ceiling, the walls, the flaming drapes and curves towards my neck.

The bones of my spear flare with intense red and white light. In the instant Kreiz closes his eyes from the blinding light I’ve already shifted form into a black worg. Red energy sparks all through my fur as the wind blade passes a hair's width over my head. The flames in the room blown out in its wake, once more descending us into darkness.

Lunging forward I bite at the over extended arm holding the staff, getting a full taste of feathers and blood. The sound of a light metal pole clinking to the ground.

Kreiz yells out in pain and kicks me with his taloned bird feet, ripping his his arm free from my jaws.

He shakes the blood from his wing and runs back to the altar, “See, you are just a bunch of vicious dogs, say good bye to your city pup!”

Grabbing the first sized, green rock he flaps his wings and takes off towards the ceiling. In a spin he shatters a window with his sabre.

Mora is fending off another five guards with her ice lance and shield. At some point Maug arrived and joined the fray, making sure they don't surround her.

He barks back, “We’re fine, use the scepter and chase that chicken!”

Running over I scoop up the staff in my wolf jaws and once more shift into a great black fog cloud, surging up and out the broken window.

Fully feeling the blood rush from the spear, and now an incredible lightness from the staff. I burst out into the night sky, the wind supporting my every move.

I spot Kreiz barely a few buildings away, swooping around a tower. My form condenses into an enormous, raven like shadow and takes off after him.

Pumping my wings made of black clouds, wondering how in the hells this even works, I fly like I was born for the night sky.

The bird man holds his lead, curving sharply around tower after tower to slow me down.

My boiling blood brings out my anger, in a deep howl that echoes into the night, “Give up Kreiz, just die like a good bird!”

Growing ever larger I burst past the towers, they pass harmlessly through my clouds. On the other side my form shifts once more to that of a monstrously large black wolf made of black clouds. I begin leaping from the walls of the towers, gaining speed and closing the distance.

Kreiz looks back, too quickly to catch his expression but I can finally smell fear in the air.

He does a half roll over an aqueduct and dives low, gliding barely above the street in the city.

Like great wave of darkness I plummet down after him, filling the streets with my black fog, still growing in size.

He does another roll just off the ground to look behind him. Panic fills his wide eyes as my clouds look like an entire stampede of black wolves barely behind him, each one snapping their jaws at his feet.

Pumping his wings he makes a sharp turn down an alley and then into a large main street.

My frustration mounts even more, my mind racing into thoughts from my dreams in attempt to think of something to catch this damn bird.

I surge over the buildings like they were just rocks in my way and descend onto the main street, my clouds pulling in, once more shifting to a new form. This one is foreign to even me, similar to a bull but armored, a single large horn on the snout that fiercely points towards my prey. I charge forth and strike with the horn, inside floats the sparking bone spear.

Kreiz barely swoops in a graceful roll backwards in time to avoid getting impaled. He flaps with all his might to once more regain speed, this time straight into the sky towards the castle.

Using the magic of the scepter I rise in a torrent of black wind. I need something fast, something that never fails, an apex predator, this need to end!

Lighting from the sky arcs out on its own free from my control, a real storm forming above the city.

I howl with all my might, Kreiz looks back to catch sight of me in the light of the lightning.

His eyes nearly roll back in fear at the sight of a godly large monstrosity swimming through the sky directly from below him. The form is smooth, black, white flames blaze in its eyes, fins hold its course steady with unmatched speed and power.

Jaws sparking red with lightning open up, the great black shark strikes out, chomping down on the man who is simply frozen in fear.

As soon as the cloudy maw collapses, a great thunder booms out shaking the very heavens. The black fog bursts in all directions, joining the storm above. Thunder and lightning crash into Kreiz, tearing his body asunder in a spray of blood that even still seems ignited with white flames like oil in a lamp.

Feeling my control slipping from the storm, I’m forcefully pulled from my own fog. Falling from the sky, a spear of bones in one hand, a silver and white stone scepter in the other. Plummeting along with me just within arms reach is a sabre and a round stone, its color fading from green to black.

Stowing the spear, and the scepter within my clearly deflated tail I reach out and grab both the sword and the orb. It feels oddly heavy in my hand but otherwise nothing special. I do notice my tail suddenly filling back out with dark mist. Rain begins to fall from the sky in a torrential down pour.

Just before hitting the streets my plummet slows like always. Not a thought needed to gently land on my feet. I find myself missing the days jumping from the barn in the den.

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A/n: Fun chap to write, hopefully its not confusing. look forward to the comments, considering stretching this one out some more, not sure. contest on insk shares is ended but if i still reach a number of presales over the next couple of months they'll still publish it so please check it out. if you haven't, itll make it on paper one day.