Day four being a werewolf. From the looks of things, the Viking wasn't handling it too well. In fact, he was becoming unable to control his urges- like at this very moment in time. It was midnight, probably an hour or so past 12 and here he was chomping away on a the flesh of a Rune Knight in an alleyway. Since coming to Era he made it his duty to take out as many Knights as possible, following a list of names that Priscilla brought to him. Not too many of them were in Era but a handful were. Priscilla had proven herself to be a a valuable asset. She was in a way his assistant. Someone he's grown to trust a lot over the months. In fact, she probably knew him better than most people at this point.

The silver Titan chewed the flesh, savoring every bite and almost orgasming from how pleasurable it was. He could last a whole day without getting hungry just by eating one human. Was this why it was called a curse to some? "Mmmm." he hummed with his eyes shut as he embraced the flavor of the meat. His fangs easily tore through the flesh and if they had a hard time his strength would do the job easily. Now that he had this new power, he could feel Fenrirs power making him stronger. His senses were powerful, his agility had increased. However, he noticed that ever since he received this power his rage has been amplified as well.

Not only that, but it became harder not to kill anybody right at the moment when hunger struck. Finally the Jarl of Skaal was done feasting. His nose caught a smell- quickly. With a growl he turned to see a man in the streets peering into the alleyway with an expression of utter disbelief. Vali's eyes burned a bright yellow and that's when the man knew he had to make a run for it. The man looked like a business man. He wore a suit and tie with a hat on top. In his hand was a briefcase probably filled with something important by the way he was clenching it. As he ran from the Alley screaming, Val smirked.

The fun wasn't in killing humans- at least not in this instance. The fun was hunting, like the man-beast he was. With a snarl Vali chased after the man, reaching him in under 4 seconds. The titan grabbed the man from the back of his throat and squeezed with all his strength, crushing the mans neck like a juice packet. Blood oozed from his mouth, nose, ears and eyes before Vali dropped him onto the floor.

Then.. he smelled... "Priscilla?" He asked as he looked into the woman's eyes. His glowing yellow eyes didn't dim not one bit. Blood was smeared all over his mouth, and hands. His hair was messier than usual. He truly did look like a monster.

Val grunted at the pain he was feeling in his stomach. Whatever high he was feeling from being the monster he now was, was finally coming down. He already knew what was about to happen. As the woman in front of him began to speak, Val wiped his mouth with a chuckle. "If I knew I was going to see you I would have dressed up for the occasion." he smirked. Something about his attitude was off too. The Jarl twitched after his words- but that wasn't an entirely new thing. The fact that he was even laughing was what was weird. The past few months, Val had managed to keep his emotions tucked away. He was focused on expansion, and growing his people, so there wasn't much time for happiness?

Logic.

Nonetheless he was feeling...a bit relieved. As if he hadn't just killed a Knight and a Civilian. The smirk didn't last long though. When Priscilla mentioned dinner, the Jarl immediately felt horrible. Quickly he turned away from the woman and threw up the flesh of the Knight he had just eaten. Managing himself was hard...who the hell enjoyed eating raw flesh? It was nice to know that Priscilla wasn't uncomfortable though- but he expected that. After all she was a cold hearted murderer...and Vali didn't want to embrace the fact that he was on his way down that path too. Chunks of meat and waterfalls of blood departed his stomach before turning back towards his partner. "As you can see, I already had my dinner. Next time though." He didn't fully understand if Priscilla was aware of what was happening.

Sure, she was an assassin, but to fully ignore Vali's obviously new...aura, made her either a little slow, unconcerned, or simply unaware due to her own problems. If she truly didn't care though, then she was a lot more mysterious then she looked. Could she have been that loyal? That she would walk down such a dark path with him? Or was she waiting for Vali to fall so that she could attempt to rise somehow. Then it happened again. The newly transformed werewolf's head pounded. Only a slight grunt would indicate his pain though, as he could clearly see that something was troubling Priscilla. "No I uh... I was just gonna get going. You alright? Looks like something is troubling you?" He rolled his neck, stretching his jaws as his fingers twitched. He was concerned, mostly because her state of mind affected the work she did for him, but also because he did grow to care for this woman.

With every word Priscilla spoke, she revealed herself. It wasn't like anything she was saying was something Vali couldn't see already. And it wasn't the first time she acknowledged her mental issues, but this was the first time that she seemed to want to understand herself. The newly crowned Jarl listened. He could feel everything Priscilla was saying. In fact, Vali was pretty sure that most people from Iceberg were mentally unstable. Blood and Violence have always been a large part of Icebergan culture. There were times where his father would come back from war, and his adrenaline would be so high that he'd have to lock himself in his room.

The werewolf himself had his fair share of dark entities. As both an Icebergan, and an elf he was automatically connected to the realm of the gods. His people saw him as some sort of chosen leader. And now...and now they would believe the rumors to be true when he revealed his new self. They would call him Fenrir, fearing and respecting him simultaneously. Anyway, Priscilla was like him in that manner. It was like Val was different people in one body. Priscilla's case a bit more visual, but it didn't prove that she was crazy.

When she finished speaking, Val slowly dropped the hood of his cloak from his head, revealing his red rugged hair. His eyes were golden and dark, cold almost. With his appearance, the young Lord was an almost entirely new person. He smirked slightly looking his assistant directly into her eyes. "Me and you are...the same." He let out, slowly moving forward towards her. "People like you and me do what needs to be done to survive, to thrive and break any limitation that people place on us."

Now, he'd be standing directly in front of her. His lips would be only inches away from hers. His eyes would dig deep into her dark and corrupted soul. A part of him was tempted to taste her flesh. Watching her body burst as his claws punctured her organs. He needed her though, and he had grown to care for her in a way he had never cared for anyone before. But...it wasn't love. It was...toxic. "I can give you the power you need...If you wish." He whispered. If she had gotten uncomfortable it wouldn't have mattered because Vali would easily overpower her. If she dared raised a hand towards him, he would punish her...

And so he pressed his lips onto hers. If she hadn't done anything, he'd break away quickly with a devilish smirk. "Unless you do not truly want to make sure you live."

Vali smirked with a twitch. This was such an edgy scene. So dark and twisted despite the fact that nothing sinister was happening between the two of them. Priscilla was Vali's best friend at this point, and to see her grow would only make him happy. Plus, she had potential... she had potential to be a loyal beast. An exceptional woman both mentally and physically. Vali...would show her the way- or at least he planned to. There was no denying that he was rather interested in the one-eyed woman, but not in the way his father had foresaw. The look in her eyes were just as corrupted if not even more corrupted then his own.

The young Jarl was only just beginning to feed into his killer instincts. Most of the time he was fighting them, but for now he would allow his hormones to take over. Once he understood his power, he'd be able to control himself so much easier. Priscilla spoke as if she wanted this power- or at least considering it. She could handle it, that much was true. The purple haired assassin said her thoughts on the proposal. "Giving into the unknown is simply allowing the gods to guide you. Feeding into your thoughts, fulfilling your deepest desirers... it is all direction sent to us from them." He pointed up with a devilish smile. His voice was still in a whisper. werewolves had the strongest ears and the Desiertan Viking couldn't have been the only one around.

His head was still well on his shoulders. His thoughts still held logic, his plans were still bound to succeed. Fenrir's power more than likely carried the temptations of Loki. Imagine depending on a god like Loki, an outcast. A god who disgusted all the others. Suddenly, the giant werewolf slowly leaned forward, passing her mouth and placing his lips directly next to her ears. "Decide quick.. the Rune Knights will be here in about ten minutes..." He said leaning back and putting his hood over his head.

"And they are the enemy." He said in Icebergan.

Once Vali was able to convince Priscilla, immediately he was filled with excitement. This would be the first person he was turning into a werwolf. Vali nodded and with a step forward he placed his hand gently onto Priscillas cheek, comforting her in a sense. "Let's see what you become first, and then you can slaughter every single one of those Knights." With that, the Jarl bit his thumb causing blood to leak. He lifted his hand and pressed it onto Priscilla's forehead. "Fenrir, ek humbly komtilr þú til spyrjfyrirr þinn blessings.  Loki, ek humbly komtilr þú til spyrjfyrirr þinn blessings.  Allow þinn makt til konsume minn vinr, svá at hon Mayassistr mik á minn quest fyrir vengeance, ok klarity.Ek sacrifice eigi hansoulr- en hanphysicalr munu svá at þú Maynrýtatt hananywayr þú sjá fit. " He prayed.

Suddenly the thumb from his thumb began to take shape of Fenrirs symbol on her forehead before vanishing into her pours. Priscilla would immediately feel light-headed but that was only the beginning. Without another moment, Vali lifted her right arm, biting her wrist. That should do the trick. Surely after the painful transition of her body literally getting stronger in seconds, she would feel a surge of hunger. After the Jarl bit her wrist, she'd probably be paralyzed- or at least that' what it'd feel like for some moments. The Viking's head looked up as he began to step past Priscilla. In the distance he could see 15 Rune Knights marching forward.

"Well, they are here." He'd sigh with a snicker, completely insensitive to the pain Priscilla was probably going through. "Better hurry up..." he joked as if she could control the process.

The vessel of Fenrir turned to look at Priscilla. She was in obvious pain but she had been fighting it like a champ. For a woman to be so tolerable of pain was impressive- especially pain at this level. Granted the stronger you were the stronger the pain was, werewolf transformations were never easy. The Jarl then turned forward to face his challengers. A platoon of Knights had been moving into formation. With a grunt the one-eyed woman seemed to be able to manage the pain and was now ready to do what she did best; kill. "You two! Don't take another step or we'll attack!" Val raised an eyebrow. They seemed more awkward than usual Knights- probably because they were afraid.

And they should be. Priscilla told her superior to save her a few if he planned on wiping them out. With a nod still faced forward, Val responded coldly. "Go wild, I will cover you." he assured. Although his voice was cold and almost completely dark- there was still a hint of light and warmth. Proof that Vali wasn't necessarily an evil person...at least not yet? Suddenly the transitioning werewolf bolted forward. Her body was probably going through so many things but her determination never wavered. The purple haired assassin pushed forward, eventually tackling a Rune Knight before destroying him. Her beast instincts were kicking in.

For that, Vali smiled. Calmly, yet cautiously he walked forward. As the Rune Knights all hesitantly attacked, Vali quickly lifted his right hand. A seal would appear both above his hand, and above abut 6 of them. Then his hand would wave downward, causing a giant hand to fall from five meters above them. Vali could have caused the hand to smash them immediately, but he wanted to see the look in the faces of his enemies. The Knights screamed in the face of death before being smashed by Tyr's very own hand. The god of justice would judge them, and sentence them to death. The other eight trembled as they gazed upon Vali's face. Power... that's what this moment felt like.

The Knights would slowly step back as the red haired pagan stood beside Priscilla who would be tearing into the body of their enemy. "Can you feel the power, Priscilla? It is a power given to you by the son of Loki, Fenrir." He'd ask. He was genuinely curious, it'd even show in his eyes. The Viking would squat to talk to his companion. "Do not give into the hunger... Once you taste the flesh of a human you will always crave it. Everyone will become a valid meal and we do not want to use this power for anything other than our enemies, aye?" He'd state coldly- just in case Priscilla had planned on eating the knight.

The Rune Knights had still been moving backwards slowly, clearing only a distance of 1 meter or so. Standing he smirked. "I am not going to hurt you! I have a message that I want you to tell to your leader!" Suddenly the Knights stopped. They looked amongst themselves before a knight with a shield and long dark hair stepped forward. "Say what you need to say!" He'd then look back back and signal for his squad to call for back up. The young Jarl was no dummy, he knew what was happening but he didn't care because him and Priscilla would be gone in moments.

The Knights stood still as Vali's eyes never left them. He was a daunting seven-foot man with power they knew nothing about. The Jarl had a deep connection with the gods of Satri, the light gods and the dark gods seemed to want to help him. He was favored, that he knew. However, knowing such a thing was dangerous, so Vali just embraced what was given to him to follow his destiny. Priscilla had been dealing with the transformation well. It was probably because she wasn't as strong as Vali was. perhaps the effects were easier on her own body. Unlike the Jarl who had gone through so much pain, he hardly remembered the day. When the titan had advised her not to eat the flesh, she fought the urge and said that human flesh seemed bland.

Still, the Knights stood. Vali slowly began walking forward, smirking the entire time. Now, this was a game worth playing. Vengeance is what was driving him but he had given in to who he was. He was a Viking and as such battle was all he truly knew. War. Suffering. It was apart of the process and there was no reason not to embrace it anymore. Priscilla mentioned that she no longer heard voices and immediately the Jarl knew it was the power she was given. Stopping in his tracks he turned to her. "You should thank the gods for that." Turning forward he slowly began to walk towards his enemies again. "You are free to leave." he said politely to the woman behind him whilst waving her off. He spoke in Icebergic so of course, she would not understand. Vali would teach her though. "You may go, leave quickly." he said in Fiorian. "I will be home in the coming days. I hope to see you then."

Then if she would leave he'd finally speak to the Knights in front of them. They shook in fear. The man in front tried his hardest to be brave, alas the young Viking was not easy to ignore. Once Vali approached the shielded Knight, he leaned over to whisper in his ear. "You and all of your men will die, however not today. Remember this face." he whispered in Icebergic. He didn't expect the Knight to understand him, but instead it was a means of revealing his ethnicity. His dark skin could have thrown many of them off. Then he stood straight again to speak to all of the Knights. In the distance, he could hear horses and metal clinking. The ears of Fenrir could not be deceived.

"Tell your superiors that a threat much greater than demons or angels has arrived. Tell them that Odin is here, and he will not leave until your king and your council is destroyed." He was no longer smirking. The man who first came to this country seeking peace as a means to an end of an ongoing feud was no longer who was standing before these knights right now. The Desiertan Jarl had sacrificed everything, but the gods did not want him to love this country. Suddenly a giant Wyvern cawed, swirling over the group of Knights and its owner. The Runes looked up in fear, unsure of what was about to happen. Val's Wyvern landed beside him, allowing his master to climb atop his back before flying away into the distance.