Sarina ended up in the clearing, and boy oh boy was that really the wrong place to be. Especially at that moment. She had the same smile on her face, the one that screamed, “I’m in love!”

She sat on the log, content. Looking up into the sky, thinking, always thinking.

Syrus, who had slipped back into that unknown persona, had been watching her with Tino, while he trained his powers, watching her move, memorizing her scent. This side of Syrus hated the Tohanian female. He hated the Fiaran, and he wanted to make them both hurt.

He himself had been training, too. He’d been training his silent walk, his stalk. Training his lust to hunt.

Her nose twitched, she could smell something different in the air, but there was silence around her… Too much silence. She grew a touch worried, and looked around.

He crouched down, teeth glinting in the light of the evening’s rays, he was getting ready to pounce, full-black eyes glaring at his target: The Tohan. So close… So close he could taste her.

Rina stood up, looking around, what was that smell? Where was all the noise of the birds chirping and insects singing?

It was that moment that Syrus struck, leaping out of the bushes behind Sarina, tackling her to the ground, a hissing growl escaping him. The Tohan yelped, squirming under the changed man’s weight, a growl of her own escaping her. Her tail thrashed in vain to whip the man who was attacking her, all this did was make him shift, turn her around, and slap her hard across the cheek, his claws leaving four gashes across her skin.

“Get off me!” She cried out, tears escaping her as she continued to fight him off, her small claws digging into his hands.

The unknown race growled a much louder growl, clicks and croaks forming in the back of his throat as he took hold of both of Rina’s wrists, forcing them over her head and onto the ground. She cried out again, squirming, pleading with him to stop as his hands started exploring. Reaching places that he wasn’t meant to, touching places that only Tino had permission to touch. She cried out again, sobbing, “Please stop!”

“Ssshut up! You’ve been begging for it the moment you met usss… Be quiet and take it like the ssslut that you are.” He hissed, never expecting that Rina had more strength that her small frame neglected to portray. Rina felt something inside of her, and her eyes seemed to grow cold, darker. Her arms shifted, moving out of his grasp, and they shot at his face, scratching down, leaving deep scratches down his forehead, to his lower cheek.

He moved back, giving the girl some space. It was clear they had both entered a battle. Both had given warnings, both had drawn blood – Now they fought. Sarina was shocked, she didn’t know she had it in her to be angry, not this angry. She wanted to hurt him.

They both circled, on all fours, like lions fighting for territory – Growling, their tails high in the air.

Then they both leaped, they connected, and the thrashing and biting began. They clawed, they bit, they kicked, and the one that landed on top – Was Sarina, and she took the chance, small pointed teeth bit down on Syrus’s chest, her small claws scratching his stomach deep.

He roared and kicked her off, pinning her on the ground and bit her shoulder, she screamed, and struggled to get him off.

Then they both felt something in the back of their heads, pain. They had thankfully rolled passed a camera in their battle, and the technician on monitor duty, who happened to be Preston, caught sight, and immediately buzzed them both, rendering the pair unconscious.

Moments later, guards and medical assistants rushed to the pair, and took them both to the labs.

No one would know what happened, until one or both of them were released, no one will be told where they are – Save for Tino, who had every right to know.


((Ignore the fact that this is posted with Sarina's account. xd *Shot*))