I would like a werewolf RP myself lol

The explosion of magic caught Mardicos off guard, but he immediately went back to attacking Reyna. He hated witches with a passion. And Reyna was one whether she liked it or not.

When she grabbed his neck, Mardicos snarled and bit down harder on her leg, rolling over several times to dislodge her. It was barely more than a surface wound, considering how thick his black fur was, but he wasn’t about to let her get a better hold.

Mardicos snarled in frustration when Reyna’s leg escaped him, a short whine bursting forth as she bit down harder on his neck. He paused a moment, calculating, then rolled over, burying Reyna’s head beneath him in the snow. He put all of his weight on Reyna, hoping to crush her.

(Lol, thank you)

Mardicos howled, becoming even more frustrated as she escaped again. When she grabbed him by the throat, he growled, his eyes still challenging her.

A long moment passed before Mardicos moved, then he kicked her hard in the side with his powerful hind legs. He kept kicking her, even scratching her, relentlessly pounding at Reyna’s side until she decided to release him or kill him.

Mardicos kept kicking Reyna as he started choking. At some point, he heard a rib or two crack, but from there his consciousness started to fade. His kicks became gradually weaker, until he finally passed out.

Mardicos was unconscious for a long moment, but he slowly started to stir. His legs twitched and a faint wheeze came from his throat. After a long moment, he groaned, one eye trying to flicker open.

Mardicos’ eye finally opened and he glanced at Reyna without responding. He then climbed to his feet and stumbled over to his shredded clothes, picking up a shred and spitting it at Reyna. His stern expression seemed to say something like ‘You owe me a new set of clothes’.

He then moved to where his axe and dagger had fallen, scooting them together and sitting down next to them. His giant paws covered the weapons, protecting them as much as hiding them. He finally settled into glaring at everyone, but he was clearly in no mood, or shape, to fight again.

Mardicos snorted disdainfully at Reyna’s response. He hadn’t expected her to be generous. Not like he needed someone to purchase clothes for him anyway. He could make his own clothes. All he needed was animal skins and patience.

Mardicos then glanced at Adam and huffed, a short growl accentuating it. The last thing he wanted to be in was a lycanthrope pack. Wolf packs were tolerable, even pleasant, but werewolf packs were unbearable and petty. And, Mardicos was the oldest of the four, and he guessed by, at least, a few centuries. Which meant that he would likely become the mentor of three naive, moody toddlers, something he wanted no part of.

(Abrupt question: How do they know what Mardicos was thinking? He can’t speak in his wolf form, and all he did was huff. [If I need to edit my previous post to clarify that, let me know])

(Ah, lmao!)

(Oh yeah… I forgot some of that [Thanks, Sam, for the reminder]. So, it actually does make sense that Mardicos could express that ‘elderly disdain’ in a way)

Mardicos turned to Reyna and huffed. He then looked away, pointedly ignoring her. He started pushing his muzzle into the snow just to have something to do. All of his wounds were healing, but it was far too slow for his mood.

When Adam morphed, Mardicos glanced at him, but he otherwise ignored the male. Reyna’s comment only seemed to irritate him, and he shoved his nose deeper into the snow.

The soft, cold sensation of the snow soothed Mardicos somewhat, and he closed his eyes. If only he could remove the sound of the others now.