Moon Beast's Prowl [Honey/Radioactive]

The greatest primal instinct of Honey's burned in her brain as she tried to get herself out into the middle of nowhere as quickly as possible. The slow rising of the full moon called upon the worst of her instincts, every single month, and no matter how hard she would have worked herself, there was no avoiding the desire to meet the shine of the moon. This was merely the order of things; she never questioned it, it was always fight herself to lower the aggression at the very least for that final transformation for the month, but never would it stop the transformation under the moon's light.

Right on time, she got herself as far from any possible victims as she could, the shine of the full moon slowly coming over and peeking at her as she had escaped to the more secluded parts of Russia's forests; while it wasn't her normal transformation spot, she figured it would have been better considering the last two or three she came to in very... Precarious positions. Buildings wrecked, a bit too close to civilization, she figured she needed to do it somewhere she wouldn't hurt anyone. All in all, she was a beast that didn't want to harm anyone, and as far as she was concerned, that's how she viewed herself.

She stood in a clearing, not even hiding from the shine of the moon; the faster she got exhausted and lost consciousness, the sooner she'd refrain from harming anyone. She remembered her Uncle's words, that she was meant to protect others, she was meant to be under others, to protect them. Even when he was alive, she performed this alone. That was her duty, wasn't it? Even when she herself became the danger.

Soon, she felt it, the spaciness in her mind as adrenaline fogged her thoughts, heart pumping as her muscles tightened and tensed, an uncontrolled hand slamming and pushing over a tree with a loud slam, a growl in her throat as her body slowly changed. Her clothing and Zanpakuto had been left in the bushes, if anything the beastly woman was over prepared for her feral state. Even if her body became that of a wolf's, however a strained growl would come from her throat as her paw-like hands cupped and clawed at her own head. Strained, she attempted to prevent total transformation into her gigantic form, however such a process was difficult as it is with her losing her mind to the moon's light.

Her body would slam against several trees, pained growls and only further slamming occurring when she tried to fight it, loud whimpers and more animalistic growls and noises capable of being heard of any who were out in the woods at this time of moonhigh.

Snarling and thrashing did the now giant, beastly woman perform as with whatever shreds of mental clarity she had left did she try to prevent complete transformation. This was simply how things went; she wanted to protect others, but she herself was also a danger, so the remedy to it for herself so far was... Just try to suppress it at every step. But since Uncle died, she didn't have many clear ideas for technique. She couldn't come up with much on her own, she didn't even understand why the moonlight incited this out of her.

Well, not like she was even thinking this much in the moment.

Her silky, golden locks were rough and bristled, teeth bared, snapping and huffing as claws clashed against her own skull. Any conscious version of her would be praying for any souls to stay away from the raging beast, however such a prayer was greatly ignored as a man's voice took her out of her self harm-filled thrashing. Her eyes were a deep red, teeth bared, a single horn attempting to sprout as the growling beast took her gaze to immediately look at what was an adversary to her violent state.

However, she did not attack, merely standing and growling as her humanoid form fell onto it's fours, back arched, fur bristled as the man approached, her body lowering the closer he got. Saliva dripped from her many toothed maw as a feral gaze was on the man, who's aura had one of being far above her in the hierarchy of beasts. Even in a wild state, Honey knew not to fuck around with those of alpha status, however like any beast, she was silently testing his state of such, eyes locked on him as if looking for any states of faltering, no matter how slight.

Though, with the man retaining a strong posture, unmoving gaze, and that aura never faltered, Honey soon went from a bristled, growling beast, to a quiet wolf, still rather large but at least not in a state of "I wanna bite your face off". Her head was lowered as she silently approached, the sound of gruff huffing in her throat as her eyes stared at his hand, slowly bowing and leaning her large head against his hand.

Honey's body was still, stiff as a statue, as her gaze was to the ground, only momentary glances at the superior of the two as his energy attempted to flood her mind and subdue the more animal parts of her mind, but such a thing wouldn't be completely stomped out as the moonlight's gentle light laid upon her being. At the very least, she had less of an aggressive air to her, though when the man spoke in the confines of her thoughts, there was no immediate reply. Honey, especially in her more feral mindsets, could only truly convey her thoughts through feelings rather than words, so after a few moments of silence, suddenly some form of response would present itself, however it was more in the form of a will, than words,

'..Hide... Away... To... Protect...'

Her body remained stiff, cold huffs leaving her lips, as it didn't appear she had any more to say towards that particular question, her massive tail moving slowly left to right, displacing snow as it moved, the white specks beginning to form on her golden fur as she was stilled by the man's presence and hold on her.

Honey's palpitating heart, fueled by adrenaline slowed down as the command to relax seeped into her mind, her large body slowly reverting back to it's typical state, until nothing more than a rather tall, long haired girl sat on the snow in front of the man, her legs against her chest as golden, soft hairs draped over her immodest, dirty body. Though her eyes held a feral glint due to the moonlight's residence hanging in the sky, her body did not engage in the intense change back into her wolf form; the man's influence had successfully calmed the more beastly parts of her down in the moment, however she wasn't quite back to operating at a domesticated level.

An air of confusion was communicated through their connection, as he asked her if she wished to improve herself. She tilted her head underneath his hand, her red glowing eyes resting on him, sharpened pupils gazing upon he who had proven himself superior. She didn't fully understand what he was talking about, watching his lips move as only a bare level of understanding was conveyed.

'Im...prove...?'

Her hair fell over her face as she sat there in confusion, though several times she appeared distracted, ears twitching in the direction of a random noise or rustle, even her head whipping around to look towards some bushes with a gentle growl in her throat. It was difficult to stay focused, but she would go back to looking at him, rather than running off after what made the bushes sound. She whimpered softly, covering her ears, as she tried to convey something, slowly pointing a clawed finger up at the moon and then to herself repeatedly, whimpering loudly as what parts of her mind that had been turned back on with his influence, had been trying to say something with the moon was bothering her.

Honey felt the intense pulse of her feral state enticed by the moon, while the man had managed to get her less wound up, the moon's light still drove her rabid. Hard pants left her sharp jaws, being shown as gently forming clouds, until the man had done good on his assuring words.

Though it took a few moments, the woman's bright red slitted pupils slowly relaxed, dilating, softening to indicate the full return of her more humane mind, as she let out a puff, shaking her body lightly, falling back to sit. Despite still being a good 9 feet, she looked a whole lot less filled, previously muscled arms shrinking to a more modest appearance, her tail wagging behind her at she stared up at the man with what looked to be a neutral expression, however through the link he has established, there was a quiet glow of gratitude in her mind.

She nodded in response to his question, soon half shutting her eyes and crawling forth, bonking her head a bit hard on his leg, however it would soon become clear that she was trying to show affection, rubbing her head against his leg, as if to express further gratitude, but not using any typical human methods of doing so.