Werewolf Claws (1)

"You fool! Now you are mine!" the daemon susurrated his words. His mouth began to widen, a set of horror displayed for everyone to see.

To Archer's surprise, rows and rows and rows of razor-sharp triangular teeth glinted in the red tinged illumination of the hollowed tree.

"Your emotions are really interessssting young elfen. I want to taste them in my mouth." The daemon said as he snickered.

GROWWWL!

Sir Arthur swiped at Byouji with his huge paw, but this time around the daemonic healer knew what was coming his way, and he quickly leaped away from the dream spirit's reach.

"Don't you dare, you cursed human!" the dream spirit spoke with great conviction.

"Your emotions are wonderful too, Ssssir Arthur. I will eat you next." Byouji taunted, his face began to contort as he transformed into what looked like Puck's face.

"Vile!" the cat hissed.