Meeting a new friend? [Private] Honey

Sukotto and his clones slowly lowered their blades as the large man finally gave up on his insane rush toward death. He and his clones then went about helping to straighten the place up along with Honey Bunches until the man let out a howl. Which to say the least gave Sukotto a moment of pause. "What the fuck was that?" He glanced at his clones as if they might have an answer for him, then back to Honey Bunches who was now speaking to him.

He didn't let the extremely strange howl leave his mind, but he did decide to let it lie, at least for now. He chuckled slightly as he responded to the comment about the big man having something else going on, "Well that, or we have seen a whole new level of hangry." He then followed his pointed finger and saw all the food that was being brought in. "Hopefully they can recoup whatever they lost from my, let's go with, ill advised tirade. Sounds better than bat shit crazy attack of a piece of meat."

Sukotto grimaced when the boss started complaining about the amount of ryo he got, knowing full well he had given him more than enough. He was about to say something when Honey Bunches chucked some ryo at him and then spoke very quietly. Sukotto's naturally heightened senses picking up every word. Moments later, Honey Bunches took off. Likely not hearing as Sukotto shouted after him about his hat and jacket.

He wasn't sure what the hell Honey had meant when he made the comment about not following him if he valued his life, but he had to assume he was talking to him. He couldn't imagine anyone else following him aside from maybe that big fucker who had started the fight, but he was gone and there was no chance he was within earshot of his quiet words.

Sukotto had his clones grab the hat and jacket, and the three of them shot out the door. Honey was moving fast, so Sukotto opted to move along the roof tops so that he could keep up as the man made his way through the crowds. He leapt from roof to roof, following, his clones trailing behind as he did. He was having difficulty tracking Honey due to his speed, and while he was pulling away somewhat, the small commotions he made along with Sukotto's higher vantage point let him keep track of him.

It didn't take long before Sukotto found himself atop a large abandoned building amongst the ruins of the old academy. Other buildings were strewn about, likely there was an order to it at some point, but now it was just broken buildings and sand. Old stone paths laid buried and broken with only small traces visible, and in a number of places tips of stone structures pierced the sand, their original purpose and design buried beneath the sand that winds had sent against it over the many years. There in the center of the abandoned area below him, he saw Honey. 

He looked down at the man, wondering what the hell was going through his mind, and what had driven him off in such a frenzied rush. He considered calling out, but instead decided to wait. He briefly glanced at one of his clones and smirked, giving a slight mental command, one of the clones put on Honey Bunches jacket and hat. He briefly considered it, then shook his head, aside from how hot that would make him, it just wasn't his style. His attention turned back to Honey standing in the sand among the destruction of an age past.

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He grabbed the sides of his head and screamed. Dropping to his knees, he only hoped that he had gotten somewhere far enough away from the village. Where he was at was still bright, and he craved somewhere dark. Getting on his arms and legs he ran like an animal to wherever nearby had the most shade, preferably a building.

Hunting for shelter, he focused on the smell of concrete in disrepair and rotten wood, feeling the same way himself. Looking around himself now, he saw that if he used his strength to push some debris to the side, there was a spot he could rest with a few beams of light poking out through cracked stones and busted walls. As he sunk to the floor, he felt a large discomfort at his neck and arms touching the bare wall and scratched his back. Looking around for his hat and jacket, he closed his eyes, and tried to feel the nature around him, hoping it would calm him as it had once before.

[‘You weren’t able to claim your destiny before.’] Honey Bunches heard the wolf inside of him starting to claw its way out of his chest, [Because you found peace without us] and he gripped his hand closed tight into a fist, his claws biting into his hands. [Now that we’ve returned...] Looking at his gnarled hand, he starts shaking, watching the transformation take place. [Your destiny is ours once more.]

The first thing Honey Bunches noticed from his transformation were his arms and legs, his back and chest growing a great fur with them. Beginning to sweat in the desert evening’s heat, his human body from deep within a part of him sees the wolf take shape, his torso and limbs growing in length, and Honey Bunches tries to fight back. Screaming and fighting within himself, a deep unsettling brightness pulls hot on his feet, burning him and the rest of his body with it. With this, he begins to scream once more, this time in the warbled voice of a lycan.


{“Come now, Honey Bunches.” Gordon floated gently through a white abyss, pulsing with prismatic orbs and dark purple hues, dancing across his peripherals as flowers in bloom dance in early spring. He was young, in his twenties. Each time he looked back more of the divine flowers appeared, until they were swirling and circling him, playing a soft tune. (the song) Shaking his hair out of his face, he startled himself up, nearly bumping into his wife, Laura’s head.

“That is a sad song, you know.” She whispers to him, rolling off the bed and laughing.

“Hey!!” She looks at Gordon, even though he’s silent. “Helloooo? Lola to alpha? Do you copy? Honey Bunches?” She waves her hand in front of his face from the floor, and he snaps his attention back to her, feeling the blood on his face he felt in the Suna Village, his vision blurring.

“You didn’t catch me.” Suddenly his vision sharpened, and he saw that her neck was gone, only a hole in its place.

He watched the hole in her neck begin to seep down her body, not bleeding but spreading a dark miasma, an empty vortex in her place. Just as she finished draining away, he heard their song playing again, this time quieter. [Telling himself to sleep it off, to survive, was no longer going to work. He had survived. He was full of energy. And he was starving.]}

Pounding into what was left of the stone building through the nightmare, the now wolven used his body until he had smashed in a hole, rebar poking through the powdered concrete. With this he let out an unearthly howl once more, his human vocals shaped to his new form.

Wheezing and coughing from the powder he had created, the wolf closed its mouth and held its breath, moving towards the horizon, the bright sun stunning the wolf.

{“You’re always like this, did you know that? Did you know you’ll never change?” Laura taunted him, shaking her genin academy papers over his head. “Not everyone gets to go to school from home.”

“Well I hate it!” Gordon yells at her. He looks at his teenage hands held into a fist. “I can’t use any of the school yard, and during night training exercises some of the--”

Laura puts a hand over his mouth, and he drops silent. “Not everyone is as in touch with their bloodline as you… I know you don’t have control, but…”}


The wolf howled again and started ripping up the earth, digging as if with some purpose. There was no reasoning behind any of his movements, only the urge to feast. Finding a family of grubs, he wolfed them into his hungry maw, being stung by a nearby ant. Consuming the ant, he followed closely on the scent to their nest, standing to his full 9 foot height as a wolf and roaring, digging his mighty arms beneath the tree and beginning to rip it up, to expose the lair beneath.

{“They keep me in a damn cage. Laura.” Gordon mutters, pausing to avoid slurring his speech. He looks over at her from his seat outside her house, and she smiles at him again.
“They just want to keep them safe, you know…” She says to him, mixing her tea and reaching across the table from them for sugar. “My alpha werewolf. My Honey Bunches!}

Honey Bunches felt pride getting lost in the sunset, but just as soon as Laura’s memory, he too faded away.

The wolf dropped the tree to the ground and howled, the ants deep beneath his vision but not escaping his smell. Looking at the tree, the wolf starting digging into the dirt-- a gesture that wasted more energy than gave him a meal. Using a good amount of his energy for his initial rampage and requiring a rest, the wolf stared once again towards the horizon, before screaming.

Searing pain emanated across his neck and jaw. Just as soon as the transformation, markings were now etched and present through his fur. It was obvious looking at from where it began at his sternum, the lines dancing up his neck to put fierce jagged lines on his bottom jaw. The areas which this occurred on began to bleed for the first and the last time, his neck a grotesque display of matted, bloody fur covered in rubble.

NP: 6
AP: 360/400

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Digging through the earth, searching for sunken flesh, he growled as his alpha markings burnt his collar. The rich smell of blood in his face made him hungrier, and the wolf sank down, suddenly sensing his prey. He sensed a warm body surrounded by a hot cloud of smoke, and turned on eye to him, mouth caked in blood and dirt.

Smelling the cigarette smoke made the wolf sneeze, a harsh contrast to the beasts’ form. It suddenly shook its head, letting out a yawn, drool dripping down the side of its face. Slowly opening its eye again, the wolf stepped back, haunched its legs growled. “All these years for... one morsel!” it snarled as if it could not hear itself. It slowly backed up, coiling its great body. A ripple ran down the fur of the great animal as it stood once again at its full height, roaring for other werewolves. His black, silvery eyes were bloodshot. It was clear he was in no control, and there was not a shred of humanity left in the beast. “DO YOU KNOW” it asked, with each word specifically pronounced in its broken, raspy voice. It did not finish that sentiment but began to scream once again.

The beast would waste no more time. There were no werewolves near, and with that error of the hunt it dropped its full weight down, its growls slowly growing in intensity before baring its teeth and snarling, sensing his presence where it might be. Once again it rose, and with a wild howl started pounding into the earth where Sukotto stood as he yawned. He had no aim or tactic, only to smash this taunt of what blood there was to come, and as he flailed his arms wildly to pound into the earth, he whipped his head up again and searched for his scent.

AP: 340/400
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Sukotto watched as the werewolf finally took notice of him. "Oh, that’s why my instincts told me to run." He listened and then watched as the beast stood up once more, and Sukotto examined it with a keen eye. He focused on the beast’s height, guessing that he was about half again as tall as he had once been. The bulk of the creature spoke of far greater strength than Honey had once had, and Sukotto knew he didn't want to take a strike from this creature. He paid special attention to his arms, they were different from humans. The proportions had changed, and he needed to make sure he remembered that the reach was probably even greater then what one would expect from a nine foot tall man.

Once again the wolf spoke, loud powerful words that came across clearly in its guttural voice. Then he heard it screaming again. Sukotto shouted back, "Do I know what? You gotta finish your sentences angry puppy." He paused for a second and then shouted again, "Do you know!?"

The beast then began to charge toward him. Sukotto quickly bent down and grabbed some sand and stuck it in his pocket. He knew it wouldn't be of any use as a blinding agent, not with what he had planned, but since he expected the wolf to be hunting by scent, he hoped he might get lucky and get the creature to breath it in, giving him a few extra seconds to deal with its incredible speed. He then took one last puff of his cigarette before flicking it sending the burning cigarette off toward the wolf. He then formed four quick handseals Ox - Snake - Ram - Tiger. As he finished the last seal of the hidden mist jutsu he blew out a massive amount of mist that slowly built up around him. He knew the beast would reach him before it had finished forming all the way, but it would thicken and leave both he and the creature more or less blind inside of the mist that was forming 30 meters out from him in every direction. This would hopefully force the beast to hunt him through scent, while Sukotto would use his ability to sense heartbeats to pinpoint its location. Despite his bravado, he really had no idea how he would deal with this massive thing, so he figured a delaying tactic was in order while he tried to come up with a strategy.

[WC 415] [TWC 4293]

Hidden Mist -30 AP
AP 720/790

As he continued to pound the ground around the old academy grounds, he screamed as he whipped a razor-sharp set of claws through the air, having been completely blinded by the mist. If Sukotto had not moved from where he created the cloud, he would be facing a deadly strike.

With each of his strikes against the earth, the ground broken towards the surface, that was not what made him a killer. There was no contest in comparison to the speed of his claws, and there was never a purpose to this hunt, only a purpose to feast. There was nothing to eat, still, and each swing of his claws was dragging him further and further back to his hell, trapped in a cage as a human inside himself. With the nature energy fading within the beast, there was still no control but there was no longer silence of instinct, and the beast despised this. The knowledge of time dwindling away made the wolf angrier than ever.

A quiet splash of water from a puddle somewhere within the mist echoes from where the beast crawls, the beast on the trail for his prey’s scent once more. With each inhale of the mist, the moisture touching his nose irritates him, forcing it to blink away the film formed on its eyes. With no other wolves to follow around to confirm his kill, it felt a waste to begin a chase. Dropping down, the wolf tried to detect every source of life within 50 meters. Disappointed, he turned back to his prey and decided to toy with it, before crushing it before his mortal form’s eyes.

Using its advanced sense of smell, the beast slowly crept further towards what he detected, each sound being used to determine the location and health of his target. Lowering his body once more close to the ground, it prepared to leap on top of its target, Sukotto. Leaping with his full speed he prepares to crush down on top of where he detects Sukotto


AP:320/400
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Pushing away from the rubble around him, the wolf howled once again through the mist, rolling through the dirt and filth to mask his scent, before hunching down and crawling nearly silently through the mist. Hearing the drop of blood, he bit where it fell before it lost its momentum and began to sink to the ground, its hot breath being felt on Sukotto’s hand. The nature within the beast beginning to weaken further, it started to whip around, its judgment again being clouded by bloodlust. Bending all four of its legs, it jumped as high as it could into the air with the intention of slamming down on the original spot, leaving its mark as it threw it’s weight into breaking into the earth. At this point the ground surrounding the destroyed building was full of craters, each varying in size. Honey Bunches’ thoughts began to break through once again, though they were not pleasant. Haunted, he felt that the beast would not yet let him go.

Clawing its way deeper into the ground, the wolf began to pull out great mounds of dirt and begin scooping it and throwing it towards the empty building and destroyed tree, acting as if he ignored Sukotto’s scent within 50 meters. Continuing to dig, the wolf suddenly stopped, leaping with its full speed and pouncing on top of where he assumed Sukotto to be. Pressing down into his arms, it would feel as if they were about to break with claws beginning to dig in and draw blood. Just as it’s enormous mouth opened in Sukotto’s face, the wolf would drag him back towards its pit and pick him up from his jacket, the material being stressed but not quite ripping. From this position, he would hold him what was about 13 feet in the air, and throw him down into the pit.

If Sukotto were somehow able to manage his original pounce, the wolf would instead scream again into the night with anger, raging out once more. At the point after the pounce, if something happened while he held him from his torso in the air, he would react accordingly; therefore at any point during his attack, if he is interrupted, he will still attempt to force Sukotto into the pit with any means necessary.

If successful, the wolf would roar once more, before moving to the felled tree and pulling it by one root, towards the location of Sukotto. The beasts put its face into the pit in an attempt to bite at Sukotto once more before it begins to shovel dirt and sand on top of him with his arms. Just as the wolf puts in the first heaping pile, not even enough to cover Sukotto’s legs, it would howl once again, before in almost an instant returning to Honey Bunches normal form, sobbing.

From his knees, he held his head down, but without his hat and jacket, it was obvious that the markings he bore as a wolf were now plain as day on his face. Although he could not himself see them, Honey Bunches from his position of surrender was touching each of the lines, even though they looked to be open wounds. Covered in dirt, the last thing he remembers is breaking the building, and smelling rotten wood. Holding his head in his hands, a headache ripples through him causing him to groan, as he sits back down.

This entire process happened rather quickly, ending with a leap into the air. “Sukotto!” As fast as he could he went to check on his friend, calling out his name with no knowledge of where he could be.

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AP: 300/400

Sukotto pulled his arm back, annoyed that the beast had interrupted his ploy. He had liked the idea of tossing his scent around and sensing the beast run around finding little to nothing at the locations. He quickly backed away as the beast thrashed around. Now that he knew where the creature was though, he figured he might as well just stay at a relatively close distance so he could still feel the creature. Moments later he lost it as it lept in the air. He took a few steps to his left and waited, the beast eventually landing back where it had been. 

Sukotto couldn't see the creature, but he could feel that it wasn't going anywhere. It was just making some noise, so he waited ready to move at a moment's notice. Eventually the beast moved, its incredible speed covering the distance in moments. Fortunately, Sukotto could sense the moment it started growing closer, so he quickly shot to his left. He had only made it about four meters before the creature had shot through his location, but that was plenty. Briefly he thought about how incredibly stupid, but funny, it would be if he had a red flag right to wave around as if he were a matador. He grinned, but never let his senses leave the creature as he quickly increased the distance back to about ten meters. As he backed away, he heard Honey Bunches let out another screaming roar that split the very air. 

More raging occured, and then without warning, it stopped. This stopping coincided with a change in Honey Bunches heartbeat. The mad explosive pounding that had been evident since just before his change subsided, but Sukotto made no move toward him. He couldn't see the creature through the mist, and he needed to keep a safe enough distance to avoid him should this be some sort of ploy. He couldn't afford to have that thing too close, it was simply too fast.

Then he finally heard a voice. Not the guttural voice of the beast that somehow dripped with menace, but the voice of the man he had met this morning. Sukotto made a small motion and let the chakra in the hidden mist jutsu fall away, and waited as the thick mist faded. When it was close to gone, he lit up another cigarette. He was smoking more then usual at the moment, but he figured he deserved it after whatever the fuck had just happened.

He inhaled a long drag, then walked toward Honey. "So... that happened." He surveyed the area, noticing the hole that had been dug. He assumed that's what the beast had been doing when it had stopped moving for a bit, but he couldn't fathom what its intentions had been. "I promise the next time you tell me you are hungry, I won't fuck up a restaurant. But just so you know, that" He waved his hand at Honey Bunches indicating him, "Was one hell of an overreaction."

[WC 503] [TWC 5319]

Hidden Mist - 15 AP
690/790 AP

Honey Bunches looked confused for a split moment, his eyes getting a knowing look. Repeating the words again in his head he took a long pause to consider what he had just heard. Tracing the timeline in his mind, he shakes his head again, confused.

“An overreaction? Baby, I’m cool as a cucumber,” he says, the end statement being said as an affirmation to himself. He suddenly has an internal visual of cartoon versions of a wolf and Sukotto jumping up and down in a flower patch, the wolf digging a home in the ground for Sukotto and the mentioned himself making cartoon clouds shaped as different comic characters, and as they danced in the happy field, a giant shooting star whizzed past them westward, towards the sunset.

He shakes his head to free himself from the vision. Suddenly noticing the wreckage, his idea shatters. “We didn’t prance through any flowers did we?” he mutters in his low voice.

He remembered running here, but could not for the life of him remember why. Looking around as the dust settled, he slapped a hand to his forehead and shook his head once again.

“Lemmie guess…” He says, crouching down to one of the numerous puddles left around the area. Looking at his reflection, he grimaces, tracing the alpha markings on his face once again.

“Okay, you got me.” Then his eyes widened.

{It was freezing cold, and everything he thought it would be.

Inside of the medical room, the tables and walls trapped him inside, and he feared he would be another horror story to scare kids, an experiment or a trophy hung on a wall. What he feared the most was that he would find a stuffed figure of his father or the paper written on how he was tortured. Following slowly, he stopped and tried to start running. Swiftly neutralized by one of his current guardians, his memory picks up again from within a room. Here is where they explained to him his fate. They were indirect, much like a parent discussing death. He was told of his heritage, his father, and his mother. He was also informed that his mother was not from birth, but a powerful shinobi with the capabilities to suppress his wolven instincts. Once he explained this, he looked to the doctor for some sign of importance. Met with only the blank stare of a professional, with a hint of annoyance, Gordon looked back to the tiled floor.}

Looking at, he decided that it was time to explain. “Okay, I got me.”

“Look, Snakeskin…” He started, Sukotto’s name vanishing from his memory. “There’s something inside of me that I can’t control, and it’s part of why I ended up away from my home.” He shakes his head. “Back where I came from, I used to have this part of me suppressed by other ninja, and when the energy for that could not be spared…” He looks at the ground, “They locked me away. I always knew there was a chance something could happen…” He said, looking to the sky. “Maybe I thought that friendship was some kind of magic.” He then turns his gaze downward, and sighs.

He turns his head up again and surveys the damage. It was obvious at this point that they had been here, with destruction covering everywhere within 20 meters of this location centered on the dilapidated building. Looking down into the pit he had dug, he falls silent. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done. I hope you can forgive me, snakeskin.” He shifts around, getting a little uncomfortable. “Hey, do you have my jacket?”


NP: 4
AP: 300/400
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