Denying the Obvious (Ended)

[Kitty]

The more those nails dug into his arms the more his lip curled in an mixture of pain and anger and his mind couldn't settled on an ability that he had that could help him right now ... not with so many things going on at once. It was so very strange for him not to be in control of the situation and that only intensified his mental fog.

Oh, he'd gotten him with his claws! That was one forward step... except that the move made him meet the ground hard, the bricks do a good job about scraping at his clothing and poking oddly at his back as he slid down. But that wasn't the end of it, no... the grow caught him by the hair and pulled, causing a stinging sort of pain to tingle over his scalp. The tingling wasn't the worst of it ... having his head pushed backward into the wall was far from pleasant and his maw parted in an attempt to let out some note of pain but it was silent.

He was a little dazed for a moment, his ears flopping down at an odd angle before the haze started to clear ... and his first thought was fight rather then flight and he lashed out with his claws, not really aiming just swinging wildly to get at anything ... any part of that damn bird.

[Vyn]

Wulfram's expression darkened dangerously as a bemused smile spread over his features, a bit too wide for his usual reaction and definitely eerie in it's pleasure.

Watching Mo flail was almost as satisfactory as the sight of the male being knocked out forthright would have been. Nevertheless, Mo was not out cold and Wulfram was forced to deal with avoiding those distraught and flailing claws while he furiously tightened the constricting clutch of his spell.

He kept his fingers tightly wound in the weasel's mane and flapped his wings again, using the force of the air to crash into Mo again and again. While he might not have been allowed to kill him, Wulfram was still going to properly punish him for the disrespect he had shown that evening.

It really was a pity Morpheus didn't have a human form, it might have made this 'revealing' moment a great deal more fun for the both of them.

[Kitty]

Somewhere amidst the pulling, the air hitting him and the flailing his mind finally wrapped it's self around the realization that yes, he had powers that could, and would help him here. His tail lashed as his flailing ceased and he tried to focus his gaze on the Tulgey, he wasn't entirely certain but... he thought he could feel a bit of blood soaking into the hair around the point where his head had hit the wall. Well... mother always said he was hard headed, guess that proved it then.

Those awful feelings in his throat worsened and he felt that edge of panic start to creep in again and he couldn't let that happen, and he definitely couldn't let the crow get away with this either. He was aware of the fact that he had, literally, asked for it... but that didn't make any difference now; the bird was going to pay.

He used the last bit of his focus to activate his Queen ability, an oh so familiar numbness taking hold of him before he dropped the rest of the way to the ground in an unconscious heap ... his last lingering thought was that he had a far shorter drop in this position then the avian did.

And he was horribly curious to see where it was he'd end up ... each mind was so... different so... unique and wonderful.

And they all felt like home.

Queen's Ability: Once per month, when engaged in combat, he can enter the mind of one opponent. Both of their physical bodies drop to the floor as if unconscious and they are both in the opponent's mind. He is able to use his control and creation of darkness that he learned from his father to attack his opponent. They are not able to use this ability, as they have not spent time learning it. While he is in their mind, they cannot kill each other, merely render themselves unconscious. They will not suffer any physical wounds from battle, but after he exits their mind they will both be unconscious for one hour and regain consciousness at the same time. The opponent will remain drained, weak, and disoriented, whereas he will not.

[Vyn]

Wulfram didn't like the sudden lack of flailing. The sudden and almost unnerving focus in the weasel's eyes. He was going to try something. Wulfram suddenly dropped Morpheus's mane and jumped backward, but he wasn't nearly quick enough to get out of range in such a short amount of time.

His ability failed as Mo's took control and he collapsed to the cobbles with an unpleasant crash. The crow's last decisive thought before darkness took hold was to summon Kirill, he would not be left entirely defenseless.

Powerful Magical Ability: When activated, he can call forth and dismiss a small familiar that is unique to the individual.

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The first thing he noted when he woke was that he was not in the alley anymore. That aside, he also couldn't sense Kirill which was not good. He could unsummon other's familiars, but this didn't feel like that.

In fact, this had a disconcerting familiarity to dreaming... except that he was entirely certain he was more than conscious.

The area he found himself in was warped, a blurred backdrop of black and red. Wulfram recognized it immediately -- Tulgey at Sunset. The sun on the horizon was able to see through the trunks where it could not penetrate the canopy and a ghastly red glow filled everything. A quiet spell lingered as everyone retreated from the nocturnal nightmares. As much as it looked like home, Wulfram knew it wasn't. That damned weasel had done something to him.

"Come out come out, vherefer you are." Wulfram hissed into the surreal landscape.

[Kitty]

He felt 'consciousness' tug at him again he perked himself up immediately, eager to see how the crow's mind scape was painted. Pointed ears swiveled forward as green eyes scanned the scene, not at all surprised by the color scheme really. Where was this? He rolled that thought over in his mind for a moment before he settled on an idea.... this had to be The Wood. Speaking in said language had set the man off so ... that was entirely logical. This only brought the realization to him that he needed to set something up and take a visit ... if he was right of course. Wherever this was it was intriguing and he wanted ot see more of it.

No matter how it was painted the feeling of safety and familiarity was all the same, he was home again ... home and pain free. The calming sensation that that thought alone brought was almost enough to make him trill happily, but Wulfram's voice cut through that particular brand of happy and made him remember why it was he was able to come here ... that fucker had been hurting him, he'd just have to return the favor then.

He placed his hands behind his back and walked toward the voice, plastering an innocent little smile on his face as he approached.

Do you like my home, Wulfram? It's a rather amazing place.

[Vyn]

Part of Wulfram wanted to enjoy the scenery. It made him miss The Wood, ...Lenore, but in the same instance Wulfram had to remember that he was very much not home but instead stuck in some horrible delusion created by the Lowland Weasel Mix.

He would not forgive him for whatever it was he had done to him this evening.

The crow folded his arms over his chest, standing unwavering in his spot. It was just an illusion, that was all. Just an illusion. He grit his teeth and reopened his dark eyes when Mo approached. He didn't bother to state that The Wood was very much his home, he would probably try and taint it again. "Vhat heff you done? I zhought zat zhis is vhat you vanted? To see vat I really vas... You asked."

Everything was off. He felt out of touch with everything. The crow continued to inwardly curse in his frustration. Whatever illusion he was stuck in, he wanted out!

[Kitty]

Wulfram might be unnerved a bit to realize this wasn't exactly an illusion, this was the inside of his own mind ... that Morpheus was quite literally in his head, but Mo was well aware of the face that the Crow probably wouldn't believe him.

Then again, the Jack had been at the Court when he suddenly appeared .... perhaps he would believe him after all? Well, he'd just have to play a little game then.

He looked around in a completely cool manner as he organized his thoughts ... this had to be the prettiest looking mind he'd ever been in.

I really like what you've done with the place ... is this The Wood?

His gaze returned to the man once more and he tilted his head to the side ever so slightly and smiled sweetly, maintaining his innocent act and pretending to have not heard the man's questions. He even went so far as to curl his tail up into it's happy shape as he waited for an answer.

[Vyn]

Wulfram didn't uncross his arms.

He wasn't going to play with the Lowlander, he wasn't even going to bother retaliating and risking the prospect of stroking the man's ego. He wasn't prepared for this, whatever this was, and he didn't like it at all. Worse yet, he hated hearing him mention The Wood.

May JubJubs devour his brain, Wulfram refused to share his homeland with an undeserving Lowlander!

"I von't play youre games." He hissed lowly, glaring venomously at the other. "Vhy don't you tell me vhere ve are? You called zhis place 'home'. Explain yourself." Wulfram severely wish he wasn't here. This surreal nightscape that was usually so familiar, so comforting... Now it only infuriated him.

Besides, if it were The Wood it would be getting darker. The nocturnal beasts would be coming out. They wouldn't have been standing in the middle of an isolated segment of Wood just waiting.

[Kitty]

Well that took a little bit of fun out of the whole thing, but he had as long as he wished to take to be here and toy with this man, which he fully intended on doing. He swished his tail a bit and tilted his head further to the side, a light laugh escaping his maw.

Well this is home for me ... but it's a much nicer thing to say then, well.... Hey Wulfram, welcome to your mind.

He brought one hand out from behind his back and made a dramatic sweep to indicate the landscape. The corner of his maw twitched up more and he was giving the Tulgey a lopsided, toothy on one side grin.

Seems you're personality is the only thing that's ugly Wulfram. Do you fancy a game? I have a rather fun one we could play!

His tail curled up again at the thought ... Wulfram would be playing whether he really wanted to or not.

[Vyn]

Wulfram simply stared at Mo for a long time.

Hate. That word simply wasn't strong enough. So he was in his own mind? The crow looked around for a moment, contemplating the scenery. Yes. That made sense. Everything was too big, too hazy, to be real... Which could only mean it was from a different perspective. Youth, maybe?

Ignoring Morpheus to contemplate the qualities of his own head was slightly satisfying... Except that the weasel was talking about a game. Wulfram glanced at him from the corner of his eye, sneering.

"Uncle Varestes." He stated suddenly. It made a lot more sense now, didn't it. This was what Varestes mental challenge had been described to him as. That did explain the relation, didn't it? Though Wulfram was honestly having trouble believing that such a pretty man had relations to a Lowlander. "This ist similar to one auf his mental challenges, ja?" Which made sense, because if it was a dream then a JubJub would have just swooped out of the tree and dined on Mo's brain. And it didn't. Wulfram wasn't in control, he just got to paint the scene that felt most like 'home'.