Gorak was stunned but only gently, as he quickly rose to his feet before Cougar could even cover a quarter of the short distance between them. He lowered his arms again and readied to launch the elephant into the sky. Cougar Bear came to the very sudden and horribly shocking realization that he has tremendously underestimated Gorak's strength and, only just now, realized not only what he was preparing to do, but that he would be tremendously successful in doing so!
He couldn't slow his inertia with this less and awkward body, so Cougar attempted to jump, breaking 3 of his legs while twisting his massive body, and launched into Gorak; as he flew, he shape shifted into a Whale; upon impact, like a whip a 10 ton whale snapped into Gorak. He crushed Gorak into the ground and fell on top his legs and torso, thereby pinning him down, but knew he hadn't much time, and had to think of a shape that could hold up to Gorak.
His thoughts made no progress before Gorak lifted the huge Baleen-Cougar Bear, off of him, raising him above his head: raising up a foot, stepping up to a knee, from a knee to affirm his feet upon the ground and stand mightily up.
Cougar's blackout was fully over and he snapped back to reality. His eyes, wider than ever, glowed no more. As Gorak began to throw him off, he shape shifted into his Werecougar face. His... now... most powerful and honored body.
The launch successfully sent him all the way back to the Human village, which now lay decimated and in ruins, villagers' bodies mostly charred on a huge pyre.
The villagers outside the walls of the slightly evacuated Orc village observed the flight of Cougar Bear, the Werecougar, and cheered mightily.
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Inside the superconscious mind of the primal Skinwalker instinctual consciousness, the body of a Weretiger with one eye missing, a mostly hollow mangled and shattered skull. The vital parts glowing; where vital, quite little was glowing indeed. No, glowing, brain function above the stem, heart crushed between crushed ribcage and spine.
As though alive, yet not alive. The two minds connect, a Werecougar and a dead, dying, yet-in-stasis Weretiger... Acknowledging each other. Passing the torch, the Were tiger hands his shattered open palm to another, leaner, Weretiger who was also face-mangled and partially brainless, but otherwise in much better condition. He carried something; red drops and streams coating the fur of his forearms where he cradled this dark and crimson mass.
The one eyed weretiger falls limp, and his fraily bound dismemberments and fractures fall apart to the floor, disappearing into void-ness. The leaner Weretiger approaches the Werecougar solemnly.
He hands over the mass of small mouse; guts, skull, tail... corpse. The tiny head turns only to nod, and lie down gently, fading into void.
The Weretiger raises his head, revealing a mangled skull, snout, jaw, eye sockets... one eye remains, and surprisingly, enough brain matter for partial cognizance. The eye is rolling wildly and staring at the Werecougar between fidgets. They nod to one another. The Weretiger places his right fist upon his chest and his left arm onto Cougar Bear's shoulder. Cougar's shoulder is then occupied by the large trunk of an elephant.
The elephant lifts the body of the Warrior who is on the verge of death onto it's back, bowing it's head and kneeling down on his good leg, in spite of his three broken ones.
Cougar Bear's Werecougar body reaches out toward the newly fallen warrior, who will continue to be remembered here in this superconscious void between awareness and observance; atop his noble mount who forever stands guard the Warrior's Secret Tomb, dead to the world. They are barely alive, in stasis within the genetic void, of one warrior who will never forget:
The smeared mouse guts across the forehead of a broken elephant who is mounted by a fallen half-alive corpse of a Weretiger, fading into void, but not fading...... ... ...
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Don't you hate when the commercial is over
and you get a really short air of your program
only to abruptly and suddenly hit the next?
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The Warrior's Secret Tomb was shattered like glass as Cougar awakened to the smells.
Nighttime had fallen, contrary to Cougar's light sensitive eyes perceiving daylight.
He composed himself and remembered the fallen bodies he'd lost. Raging tears flooded his icy blue Skinwalker eyes. He was too mournful to express anger, but the rage was no less now than it had been before, just dominated by sorrow.
"One last fight." He said, defying the mortal wounds upon his body. His new most honored body... It wasn't enough though. Once standing, he shape shifted into the Wereram and began eating the slain and scorched Humans. He did not even question what had happened to the village. In this world, everything can change in the blink of an eye. If you stop and stare, it might kill you.
His Wereram body wasn't in great shape either, but healthier than his Honored Face. He needed this body to win, but needed to heal both.
Engorging himself on corpses and shifting into multiple fighting bodies and slowly healing them with food, he was oblivious to the approaching Orcish Shaman. Oblivious to the company brought alongside.
