@emmatriarchy gets a violent starter [+] for Rahne.
  Well, this is an awful way to end the evening.
  It started out nice, if a bit awkward, but the awkward was to be expected. Kinda part and parcel when you’re trying to reconnect with someone you practically grew up with and once would have considered a friend. Someone who might have stayed a friend if life hadn’t got in the way with its bullshit. If the two of you hadn’t ended up on the opposite sides of the thin yellow and black and X studded line. A line that increasingly feels superfluous.
  So, yeah. A bit awkward but a couple drinks and some food was nice. No expectations, of course. Just a chance to talk. To see if friendship is still in the cards. David certainly hopes so. He has fond memories of Rahne. Between the horror. And they do have a decent amount of shit to talk about. They do have Moira McTaggart in common, after all.
  Things took a turn a few minutes into the post dinner stroll. You’d think two capable mutants would have little to fear in the dark of night. Especially when one is basically a god and the other can rip a man’s throat out with her teeth, but stupid happens. Specifically human stupid. In this case it’s a group of muggers wielding weapons. A gun here, a knife there. Not entirely threatening to them. Except, that knife is now in David’s side.
  “Fuck!” David hisses, pain coursing through him and blood dampening his jacket. Then he feels it, the snarl in the back of his brain. The feral in his teeth. There is a growl in his throat as he hunches. “Wolf. … Don’t.”
   The Wolf isn’t listening. His eyes go white, his face twisting in a feral snarl as his features start to elongate. A hand lashes out to grab the human by his shirt. David shudders, his body shifting. Bones crack and creak. Muscles stretch and expand. Fur grows out of pours. The human squirms and screams as the skinny guy before him turns into a lean, deadly werewolf. The Wolf raises a vicious claw and swipes it at the stabber’s head, tearing it off. He drops the corpse and turns his gaze to the other humans, teeth bared.
  Don’t run. Don’t run, David thinks. The humans run. Shit.
  The Wolf launches all their coiled muscle and dark fur at the fleeing failed thieves.
