Her fists hammered into the leather, each blow sending it staggering into the air, even with the heavy weight of within. Luc grinned as her strength slammed into the heavy punching bag, feeling her breathing grow quicker, her heartbeat quicken, before she pulled back and rammed forwards with all her strength, whipping around with her legs, waist and torso to a fist like a meteorite.

BAM! The sandbag flew to impact the ceiling, shaking dust from the rafters. The huge wolf woman had a moment of satisfaction, before it swung back down and banged into her snout and ample front. Luc snarled and grabbed it, the impact smarting less than her embarrassment and she suddenly lashed out, opening her maw wide, vampiric fangs and canine teeth gleaming, and bit deep into the leather, a furious growl escaping her large chest.

Then the door of the gym clicked. Her ears pricked, and she straightened quickly, spitting the leather and sand from her snout as she turned.

“Hey shrimp,”

“Hey bitch.” Vince grunted, the short broad human still sleepy. “Damn would it kill you to practice with the lights on?”

He found the switch with easy practice, and flicked it on, illuminating the big storage room that was Watchdog Security’s unofficial gym, laden with a boxing ring, some treadmills and weights. Lucs eyes winced at the buzzing fluorescent bulbs, and she mentally checked her wings were still tucked away, invisible. “Well, saying power, right?”

“Sure, that much power.” He snorted, tying curly black hair back into a bun, “How was the night?”

“Helped collect some rent, old sheep lady. Said I was the best help she’d had.” Luc bragged, panting as she felt the adrenaline ease off. “And been practising- swing low, stay agile, swing with my hips, an-”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” Vince rubbed his brow wearily and took out a flask of coffee. “Anyone come round here?”

“None since midnight. Trust me, I’d notice.”

“Great, then get lost. And eat well, we’ve got a bet for you to settle tomorrow night, I’ve got money riding on it.”

She plucked up her bag and stalked past, smirking down at him from her huge height, “You betting on my side, shrimp? Aw, thanks.”

“Ain’t allowed to say. Don’t pretend you can resist a chance to show off. Morning.” He grunted, as she headed off, ducking through the doorway. She started panting, mouth wide, to cool off as soon as she was out of earshot- while it was nice that this body didn’t sweat from the intense exercise, she’d already been ridiculed enough for the rapid breathing. It felt good though- ironically the exercise felt more masculine than she’d ever been, and the results were paying off.

With a hint of effort, she glowered at a window on the way past, used to the lack of reflection now. Instead, crimson writing only visible to her eyes flared into view again.

<Lucas Bernando. VamWolf. Level 4.>
<STR: 23 DEX: 12 CON: 30 INT: 11 WIS: 6 CHA: 12>



PERKS AVAILABLE: 2

<Nocturnal Apex 5>- Greatly increase all skills at Night, increase Radiant Vulnerability.

<Keen Senses 5>- Greatly increase senses, hearing, taste, smell.

<Metamorphic Initiate 5>- Increase shapeshifting ability, greater control.

<Flight 5>- Competent at flying.

<Daywalker 1>- Reduce Radiant Vulnerability. Incompatible with Nocturnal Apex.

<Charm 1>- Ability to affect others minds.

<Resilient Body 5>- Greatly enhance HP and defence.

<Rage 2>- Ability to enhance attack and defence.

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Different style today! Wanted to try more dynamic animation practice, so here is Luc sparring!

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