The wolf narrowed his burning golden eyes. Still fierce despite his predicament. But the moment the moon had been covered by heavy clouds in the sky some of the “lunar” control had been drifted out of his mind and Carlos was mildly aware of what was going on.
And seeing Cecil bloody and terrified, he was slowly more aware of what was going on and his expression faltered. Ohgodnoletthisbeanightmare. What had he done? What was he doing? What was going on? He thrashed around weakly with a frustrated whine, eyes turning more into a brownish amber - more like his original eye color. Carlos tasted blood and he knew exactly who’s it was and he felt sick and dizzy.
Cecil pulled his legs in towards his tendrils, tugging them close to his chest. What was this thing? It certainly was unlike the usual creature that came stumbling into their town--and it most definitely was not an average wolf. Its eyes were almost glowing.
It tremored slightly, and looked like it had snapped out of a trance. And a sense of familiarity struck him.
"...Carlos?" He called, his expression standing on the thin line between terrified and concerned. He wanted to reach out and see if he was okay, but the ache in his arm was growing heavier. His pain receptors were waking-up from the adrenaline in his blood, and everything was starting to hurt a little more. The scratched, clawed tentacles quivered before returning to him again, forming more slanted, jagged gashes on his arms.
