- Dom's frame stood a few feet from the Rogue, shuddEvilering, his sides heaving as his blood painted tongue dripped with the blood of his enemy. The fight was droning on as they began exhausting eachother. Seeing the Rogue begin to move forward, injured and un-steady Dom picked up his feet and moved them into a lope before crashing into the Rogue once again. Snapping and grabbing the side of the Rogue's shoulder Dom's teeth sunk in, his head shaking violently before stopping and pulling his lips back over his fangs to pant, the Rogue having hold of a chunk of his right shoulder both wolves front ends were dropped to the ground Dom trying to pull his right leg further beneath him. breathy growls and heavy breaths were exchanged as the exhausted fighters tore and ripped at one another then stopped, locked in a death grip as they both tried to re-gain their breath and wits.

Bloody froth spilled from Dom's mouth in bubbled clumps as a result od Dom's impending damage. Finally, he admitted to himself that this Rogue was no normal Rogue, his spirit and essence was pure evil, hence the reason he had been fighting him so long with barely any head way made. The side of the Rogue's neck laid open, muscle exposed, a wound Dom himself had pulled off to no avail. Releasing one another they lunged once again. Both wolves reared up on their hind legs, jaws snapping past eyes and taring into flesh once found as they fought to the death. Blood splattering the grounds around them, the intent now turning morbidly malicious. ripping into each other again Dom's fangs found the wolf's face first, only snagging at it with his front teeth before whipping his body around and grabbing a mouthful.

The rogue lunged out in anger and pain vicing Dom's shoulder blade between his angry jaws and clamping down with crushing force. Growling loudly in anger to mask the pain Dom felt his sense flutter for a second as both wolves went at it again, tufts of smeared fur being tossed through the air in the midst of the fight as dust and dirt flew around them. Stopping suddenly both wolves stood still locked onto eachother but panting heavily, the Rogue weakly attempting to toss his head before stopping.

This scene reminded Dom of a moving picture he had seen on one of the human's boxes. Two men were fighting, they seemed to be hugging each other as they rolled on the ground and threw one another, but never gave up. Dom remembers the two men having to stop frequently to try to breath as both were overly exhausted. But the fight was finally finished with only one winner. Dom's head lashed back and forth, his pain inflicting move causing the Rogue to release his shoulder and lunge out his teeth sinking into Dom's hind quarters nearly hitting bone. Whipping around to stop any further damage the rogue leapt back a few feet watching Dom with crazed eyes. growling at the Rogue Dom ran at him and ducked down grabbing his foot in his mouth and biting down with force as he pulled the opposite way. Biting completely through Dom had a good enough grip now and with a well braced set back, jerked his head around swinging the Rogue away and to the side a few feet away. The Rogue tripping through the swing and falling to his side before rolling over and un-gracefully trying to stand back up.

Stepping back a few feet Dom lowered his head and for a second, closed his eyes. He could hearing the angered roars of pain barreling from the Rogue, He could hear the labored yet raspy breaths wheezing from his lungs, he could feel the pain from the wounds on his legs, shoulders and face, He could-

" Wake up..." The voice was eerie yet sadistic and at the same time neither. It sounded evil but Dom felt other wise, " Wake up... It's time" the clear sharp tone of the voice causing the eerie-ness to escalade... should he listen to this voice? It was then that he felt it... A nearly sinister yet almost completely overwhelming zap that pulsed through his body. He couldn't fight the feeling no matter how hard he tried mentally, it broke down his barriers and flooded his soul. His frame shuddered and shook as the zing spread through out rendering him semi useless, causing worry as he was in the wake of his enemy.

a tiny spark lit up behind Dom's eye lids and he watched as his entire life from the time he can remember to now was projected for him, all the feelings, the emotions, the tears and the anger, but yet also the happiness and joy at some point. An ache had set in behind his eyes as his head lifted ever so slightly, his eyes lying behind closed lids as the zap seemed to begin surging violently through him until,

" Wake up!" the voice demanded, and instantly Dom's head lifted his eyes darting open to reveal two very insane, very red glowing eyes, Red, jagged markings took the form of bloody stitches starting from the corners of his mouth and crawling half way up past his eyes before stopping. Lifting his head till he had his neck arched at it's peak, his front legs holding steady as his tail swished back and forth in demented irritation he felt the split in his tongue... like a reptiles tongue but in a wolf way, the fork tickling the roof of his mouth as his mouth craned open baring every single blood smeared tooth at the Rogue.

Dom's chest rose then fell heavily as his lungs seemed to clear as with that came growls that seemed to go deeper with a haunting break between each one that sounded like a dead wind slowly crawling through a forest of dead trees and grey skies. He felt like a God. He felt powerful and determined, Sharp, He felt Demented and Dangerous. Picking one foot up he set it further out to the side then continued on to the other one, his chest puffing out his jaws still agape. The Rogue growling not wanting to deal with him any longer was suddenly silenced as Dom's nose stretched forward a bit before a murder like roar barreled from deep within him breaking the silence at last.

This was no longer a warning, It was a promise. Dom didn't know what was going on, he felt weird in a good and bad way, he felt amazing and yet dead at the same time. He stared at the Rogue and instantly the battle was on once again, only this time Dom was nowhere near worn out, he felt as though he could take on an army of Rogues. Snarling dangerously he ran forward at the rogue and mid-run tucked his front legs and reared down at the wolf before grabbing the back of the his neck and crunching down, his paws crashing into the earth as he drug the rogue a few feet. The Rogue's eyes stayed wide as they rolled and stuttered, his tongue hanging from between his jaws as Dom non-chalantly drug his body around by the wolf's neck his jaws clamping tighter and tighter. Crunching a last time the Rogue screamed out in pain as Dom dropped him. Rendered useless the Rogues head lifted then fell back to the ground his feet kicking and stuttering but not allowing him the strength to stand. Slowly Dom circled the wolf, Sinister intentions bleeding through his mind and into his eyes line of sight.

Sauntering closer to the injured wolf Dom... or whoever he was right now, sauntered over, stopped in front of the rogue and lowered his upper half till he was eye to eye with the rogue, and in a completely sinister way whispered, " Kill",

With a snarl Dom's teeth tore into the side of the wolf's neck breaking muscle away until he grabbed the back of the wolf's head by the scruff and with a last blood curdling scream, tore the head from the beast and tossed it several feet away. Staring at the beheaded beast Dom growled then leapt dropping his front end down a bit before bellowing out a gut wrenching Roar at the body. Turning he took off his feet catching quick and thrusting him forward quicker than he'd ever gone. And just as quick as it seemed to come, with a nauseating zap that immediately slowed his steps the red eyes and black stitches disappeared, along with the strength and insanity and rage that filled Dom not five seconds ago. Now he was once again wounded, once again exhausted and torn up. Wondering what the hell just happened to him he shook his head but quickly regretted it. Looking out at the mountains he winced before picking up his feet and forcing them into a broken gallop as he was faltering on his right rear leg. He made it... He made it out alive... He was going back to his pack... he was going home, whether they had a true home or not it didn't matter... His pack was his home, and he was returning to them. Broken and battered but still alive and fighting.

-Grimacing in his own privacy as he made the trek back to where Stormy and the pack were in the mountains he came to a slow stop and looked around wincing from the pain in his hind leg and hip, the constant drip of blood not letting him forget the wounds there. Sucking it up he pulled myself forward and limped my way down a path for forever it seemed until Call's scent swung by on the breeze and pushed him forward. Nodding his head he tasted the blood still on his tongue and licked his lips trying to clean up a bit. Feeling the sore-ness in his tongue he stopped and growled to himself at himself and continued along the trail. Seeing a small cliff  he smelled Call's scent coming from up on the top and to the west a little. Flattening his ears in slight doubt he immediately dismissed it and slowly lifted his paw and set it on the first of many ledges. Pulling his body weight up the side of and onto the ledges he whined and growled in his personal space as his injuries slowed him down and the climb caused them to burn and throb intensely. Wondering if he could pull myself up the rest of the way he panted when he got the time to stop for a few seconds then began again.

By the time he reached the top my paws were stone burned from the constant heavy friction as he clutched at the stones for some kind of grip, leaving his limp a bit worse for the wear. Knowing he was close he picked up his pace a bit, eager to get home and make sure everyone was alright. His mind was completely flooded with endless thoughts, everything hectic and then yet immediately calm. Getting lost in his thoughts as he limped along, he was sunk in the crashing black tide that was his mind. Thoughts swirled and lunged at and around him leaving him wondering about many things and worrying about others. Hearing a puppy growl he weakly lifted his head and saw the pack at Call's den, everyone there... everyone alive. Pulling forward he limped onto Call's territory his eyes glowly with a dull shine.

" you're all ok" -Dom's voice seemed to be nothing but a raspy whisper as his legs shook threatening to give way underneath him. Fighting to stand he looked around at everyone. Attempting to swallow his mouth was too dry and he let out a small hack before growling and wincing at the pain. Feeling the stinging pain of the herbs soaking into his wounds, he growled and flinched but never moved or faltered. But before Stormy could finish applying them Dom's legs began to shake viciously and finally gave out allowing to him to slide to the earth and finally rest his legs. Sitting up still he took a few needed breaths then spoke, " Yes. It was the Rogue who did this to me... I have never been up against something so powerful, everything inside of me..- takes a breath-, told me it was the work of the black forest, like a demon." remembering what happened at the end of the fight, the transformation his body took on and what he could do and how he felt he found his head to be aching too bad to wander on it and he let it slip away before slowly letting his body fall to the side. Resting his head on the ground in the snow the cold was a welcomed feeling on his wounds, his lips pulled up over his blood stained fangs to keep air in his lungs and keep him going he felt a leg behind his neck and peered up to see Stormy and to his other side was Call, giving a weak to both smile a pain shot through his hip and instantly he curled my toes on the same leg and tried to pull it closer to his body but to no avail.

Feeling like a weakling he growled and sat up and then against his better judgment hauled his body back up onto all fours, his left hind leg barely landing on the ground. " I can't stay down, I need to do a perimeter check, I need to ensure the Pack is safe" he breathed  fighting the shakiness.