It's amazing what happens comes to mind when you play a couple of hours of Nioh with friends. Either way Tavish here is a new werewolf character I picked up but need to get a armored pic of him done of.


Pic © Nioh

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Wulver Samurai

In a large bamboo clearing four rogue samurai stood before an elderly monk and a stocky gruff looking brown haired man wearing dark grey armor with black highlights and kimono under them without a helmet and duel swords in hand.

"I'm gonna tell ye lads once more, leave the old man alone or else I'm gonna leave ye bleeding on the ground," the man seem to growl out almost.

Hearing this the group laughed as they each readied their weapons. The first to charge was a man wielding a large axe.

Bringing the weapon down hard the axe ronin was shocked to see the a stocky man easily slip to the side of the chop before being slicing into his abdomen.

As the rogue fell the next one jumped in throwing the weight from his kusarigama at the ronin.

Catching the weight with his blade the foreign samurai wrapped the chain around his blade before yanking the man towards him and punched his lights out along with breaking his jaw with his free hand.

Flicking the chain off his sword the duel wielder looked over at the remaining two samurai who both grew nervous at how easily he dropped their comrades.

The supposed leader of the group gritted his teeth before glaring over at his last follower.

Understanding the look the last follower readied his spear and held it forward ready to charge.

Seeing this the brown haired swordsman crossed both his blades to his side's and prepared to charge as well.

Silence seem to fall upon the battleground as the only sound was the bamboo shifting with the wind.

As if a command was given both warriors charged and striked...at first both of them stood a few feet looking away from each other. Only for the spear man to groan as he fell over while his weapon snapped in half.

Seeing his last follower fall the group leader began to grow even more nervous as he watched the swordsman flick his blades before pointing one towards him.

"Last chance...leave," he ordered as his eyes seemed to glow.

The whole time this happened the elderly monk could only watch in awe as this man who he could tell was not from here, easily dispatched the formally trained soldiers as if he were a veteran.

Seeing that he was in a losing battle the last rogue decided to pull out his trump card.

Reaching into his armor he produced a blood red crystal that seemed to give off an ominous aura.

Seeing this both the ronin and monk's faces grew grim at the sight of the crystal.

"Easy there lad," the ronin said carefully. "Why don't you just put that thing down and step away,"

"Please! Do as he says," the monk added as he seemed to beg the rogue. "You have no idea what you are tampering with!"

Hearing their pleas the samurai just laughed.

"Oh I know what this is…" he said before jabbing the crystal into his gut.

"Power…"

With a gurgling grunt the rogue samurai doubled over in pain as a black and white miasma began to cover him while his body shifted and changed.

Two glowing horns appeared from his head while his skin turned red as his body grew in size causing his armor to rip and fall off of him until only a shoulder guard and his pants were left of his armor.

Letting out a beast like roar the newly formed fiend laughed as he licked his new fangs while staring down the two.

Seeing the man now turn demon before him the gruff man just growled.

"Ah...now ye gone and done it lad," the swordsman said as his glare seem to harden before turning back towards the monk.

"Sir, I suggest you step back some,"

Doing as the man said the monk then watched as the ronin seem to grit his teeth along with his blades as his hair seemed to grow longer and shaggier along with the rest of his appearance. Suddenly a crack was heard as the shin guards and sandals snapped off of him as they were replaced with clawed feet.

The next thing to appear was a long bushy brown tail that appeared from his belt line. Meanwhile as he grew in size a muzzle began to extend from his face while brown fur fully covered him.

Surprisingly enough the werewolf's armor seemed to still fit him well even when he just grew twice his size.

Letting out a loud snarl the brown furred wolf growled as he bared his fangs at the fiend who now began to step back as he felt himself in the presence of an apex predator.

"I warned you lad," the wolfman growled out. "But since you decided to walk down this path, I'ma have to put you down,"

Hearing this the fiend just growled before drawing his sword and charged at the werewolf.

Blocking the strike with his blades the fiend could only stare in shock at the fact the wolf didn't even move an inch despite stopping a charging yokai.

Letting out a snarl, the wolf ronin shoved the fiend back before slamming his foot paw into his chest followed by two loud clashes of blades.

Falling to his knees the fiend's blade and horns fell to the ground with a thud as he looked up to see the wolf sheath his swords before letting out a large sigh.

"Time to purge ye lad," was all the wolf said before grabbing the yokai by the head and opening his jaws.

The monk could only watch in shock as the wolf engulfed the fiend's head before working his jaws over the yokai's shoulders. With a large wet slurp the werewolf's mouth worked it's way down to the former rogue's belt line before he lifted the fiend's legs into the air.

Gulp by gulp the wolf man swallowed the yokai until only his red clawed feet remained.

Flicking his head back with a slurp the last of the fiend slipped past his chops and down his throat into his belly.

A loud wet slosh was heard as a large brown furred barrel size belly popped out from under the wolf's armor, revealing it was designed to both open and ride up upon it when such things happening.

Rubbing over the large furry ball belly the werewolf licked his lips before feeling something bubble up his throat.

"BBBBBBUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPPP!!!!!"

Letting out an almost ear splitting belch along with a puff of miasma, the wolfman sighed as he patted his belly hardly.

"Oh...UURRRPPP!!! Forgot...burp! How gassy fiends urp...made me," he said between each belch.

Stifling one last belch the wolf turned towards the monk who still stood in the clearing despite seeing a beast devour another beast.

"Glad to see you stuck around...ye old crow," the wolf said with a grin and chuckle.

Hearing this the monk blinked before shaking the shock from himself.

"I don't know what you mean…" the monk began before being stopped by the wolf holding up a clawed hand.

"You're not fooling me," the werewolf said before tapping his muzzle. "This nose already knew what ye were the moment we met,"

"It's hard to cover up the smell of raven feather with insense,"

Hearing this the monk just smiled and gave a peaceful chuckle.

"I must be losing my touch if I was found out so easily," he said before a whirlwind of feathers and leaves covered him before dispersing to reveal a large greying raven tengu with staff in hand and a slight paunch to him.

"I must say it is nice to meet a fellow beast who wishes to stop these demons from running amuck across this land," the tengu said as he shook some feathers loose.

"Ie, may I ask where you got that tub from?" The wolf asked pointing to the raven's belly.

Only to get a deep chuckle from the old bird.

"At one time I would of said I got it from a lost traveller but honestly I got it from yokai and brutes like them," the tengu said as he gestured to the fallen rogues.

Looking over at the samurai turned bandits the wolf knew they were alive since the wounds he inflicted on them were not enough to kill them but keep them from getting up anytime soon.

"If that's the case you old crow, they're all yours," the wolf said with a laugh as the tengu seemed to bristle up at the name calling.

"I'm a raven you brat," the tengu cawed out before composing himself. "But thank you,"

Licking his beak he walked past the wolfman who just laughed at the avian monk's actions.

Standing before the downed rogues the tengu opened his beak before a whirlwind of air began to pull the downed samurai towards his open mouth.

The wounded bandits could only scream as they were each swallowed up by the raven one by one.

As the last man slipped past his beak a large bulge slid down his throat and past his robes before the feathered paunch turned into a full size ball gut the size of a wagon wheel.

"Oh...UUUUURRRRRPPPPP!!!!" The tengu belches out as he leaned on his staff some while caressing his belly with his other hand. "Forgot what samurai tasted like for a while they always seem to have a nice bitter flavor to them, especially the dishonorable ones...BURP!"

Giving his gut a few good pats, the older raven turned towards the wolf and gave a respectful bow to him.

"May I ask the name of the one I should thank for both my rescue and meal?" The tengu asked.

The wolf was picking his teeth when he heard this but quickly righted himself before giving a respectful bow back causing his belly to droop and slosh in the process.

"Tavish, my name is Tavish," the wolf man said with a large friendly grin.