I know a very short chapter. Don't worry next chapter will be longer. And yes I've noticed it's been over a month since I updated. But sadly school is getting in the way of my flow a bit. Besides that, I want to get the reference for now of what Zexion and Saix look as for anthro & feral form. I hope to have it up by the end of the third week of October.

There's a high chance I'll put this on hiatus simly because I have two other stories and a oneshot that tie in with this. So just be warned.

He was running. His eyes darted around, searching for a sign of movement. A sign of him. He slid to a stop, growl erupting from his throat eyes locked with the aquatic ones. He knew who was standing in front of him. The silverish wolf took a step forward, eyes glowing. He felt himself bristle as the wolf drew it's lips back, showing plenty of blood stained teeth. His blood. For some reason he didn't care to ask how he turned into one. No, he had to kill him. He wasn't suppose to be here. His eyes gleamed as the white wolf darted forward, kicking dust up in it's wake. He let out his own malicious howl and charged at him, teeth grazing the wolf's neck. He felt his side hit the ground and the other throw his weight onto his side, forcing them to continue rolling over. He felt teeth snap at one of his forelimbs and slashed at the wolf's eye. He scrambled up and lunged himself at the wolf as it staggered back from the swipe to it's vision. Saix's teeth dug into the wolf's shoulder. Using his weight, he shoved the silver wolf onto it's side and held him there.

"You two hotheads cooled off yet?" He turned his head-

"Saix, get up." He groaned, blinking his sleep filled eyes open and clear. He sat up in his bed, barely blinking as he noticed the slate haired man tossing a shirt at him. He didn't know what the hell that dream was about but it scared him so much seeing that other wolf, like he knew him from somewhere. He couldn't put his finger on for the moment at least. He yawned. Zexion turned to give a sharp glare at him. "Hurry up. It's late. Besides, we have some scouting to do before it gets darker out."

Saix turned to stare at the man as he went about trying to get his slate locks to stay out of his face. He wanted to know, he needed to. "Zexion?"

"Hmm?" The slate haired man turned to regard him. For once in his none existence life did he actually waver under the shorter man's intense gaze.

"Since when you were...you know? Does anyone else know?"

The Schemer chuckled. "I haven't been one as long as you. And no. No one knows. I can't tell any of them especially not...it's too dangerous. I'd be putting loved ones in the path of destruction if they knew anything about me, about who I am now." The Lunar Diviner was a bit curious once the detached smile appeared on the shorter man's face. What could he be hiding? "Forget about asking. I'm not telling. You're better off not knowing." The Diviner sighed.

He knew the Schemer had become more and more detached from everyone the last few months. As to knowing the reason, no one knew. It was as much of a mystery as Zexion had become. But quite a bit had changed about the man: his hair had grown longer, the blue coloring around his irises the only part of his eyes that turned brighter while the rest darkened, and he himself had grown taller.

"Let's go Saix." He shrugged on his shirt before following his superior out the inn and into the forest.

Several alarms went off in his head once he noticed the two were the only ones there. "Zexion?" The other silenced him with a small glare, and turned to his left. He saw his superior tense and a small growl erupt from his throat. The Lunar Diviner didn't sense anything, nothing out of the ordinary. So why on earth was the Schemer tensing?

"Saix, we're going to have to shift."

"But why?" Zexion had turned to give the other a sharp snipe remark and froze. Now he knew what he was staring at. He could feel the breath ghosting his neck, the body heat radiating off of the figure behind him. He cast a glance over his shoulder, body following the direction. He frowned when the wolf flared it's nostrils at him. He didn't like having snot and whatnot flying at him because some mutt decided to be a big dog. He allowed a small snarl to escape his lips, feeling himself tensing.

The wolf must have been mildly surprised at the Diviner's reflexes when he had knocked the man back watching as he regained his balance while shifting. Saix could feel his muscles rippling underneath his thick fur. His eyes darted to the side when he heard the thudding footsteps to side skid to a stop and a malicious snarl erupted from his partner's muzzle. The Diviner lowered himself to the ground, ready to pounce on Paul if he so much as decided to strike or run. His plan when out the window when he heard trees crashing against the ground and two more canine growls. His eyes flickered to the Schemer's cool blue ones. The were werewolves, true. But even they had their limits. He himself had woken up still a bit dazed and nausea. The slate haired had woken up conflicted about what his thoughts meant and everything he had done the past few months were starting to take a slow effect on him, clawing at him from the darkness. They knew they could take, at most, one down before exhaustion started hitting them.

That was when the Diviner felt it. The power coursing through his veins, the muscles under his fur clenching and increasing, his fur thickening; the hair on his back bristled, making him look all the more fluffier and deadlier, his hair lengthing and growing more animalistic. His teeth elongated, his mouth drawn back in the most malicious snarl and eyes going completely amber.

Zexion had at one point believed this could happen. There were always rumors. But never in his nonexistent life did he think he'd see one of them go into a berserker state. Not while in anthro form.

This was the beast unleashed.