You're Gonna Hear Me Roar ((Lyonel))

[Kaspar]

This took place a month and a half or so ago, babies first animal form -sniff-

This night was like any other night really, he’d woken up and spent some time with his family, he’d fed and then headed out to do some work. There was nothing divinely different, other than he’d run into that strange creature, the Wraith he’d spoken with that had helped along the way to learning some unique new abilities. Kaspar’s strength had grown, and along with that a better control over his abilities though he still found himself falling prey to his emotional reactions when they were strong enough to break through his layer of self-absorbed contentment. There was a certain pride in the way he walked tonight, prowling the pavement like he owned it which, when his attitude was in the right place, he pretty much did.

Hel’s confidence was high, and he was feeling it.

The studio was his domain, he felt most at home behind a microphone with his bass in hand and that’s where he was just like could be found at most times. He was cocky, he was in a great mood and he was growling into the microphone. Louis was draped across the worn leather couch, his assistant and thrall, casually recording him on his camera with a pleased little smirk. “Mate, this is going to make me a fortune.” He had one of those expressive faces, the smallest quirk of a smile transforming him completely and Kaspar found it remarkably endearing, unable to be annoyed at Louis for long if he ever got that way in the first place. Kas laughed huskily in response, tensing his muscle as he lifted his hand, thumb tracing the shape of his own lips in a moment of teasing. His teeth snapped at the pad of it before he dragged it down over his bare torso with a devious expression on his face, brow raised as if daring someone to come closer, to come get some. “I do not buy it, Louis, we both know you are doing this for your private collection.” The dark haired man dragged himself reluctantly to his feet, rubbing a hand over the unruly curls he wore in a mohawk, the shaved sections receiving a bit of attention in turn. “Bit of both, innit? Right, i’m off. You don’t need me, yeah? I have a sort of date.”

He shook his head, Hel leaning over to copy the man’s previous action and give his head an affectionate rub of knuckles, messing up the curls further. “Alright, scruffy, you can go. Thank you for the company.” Louis scoffed, his trademark mischievous smile plastered firmly on his face, crinkling his features pleasantly and Kas for was felt like the millionth time was trying to work out what was going the man's mind to have that expression quirking his lips. “Yeah mate, been a laugh. See you tomorrow?” It was posed as a question but there was no pause for reply, just a campy salute and Louis scampering out the door like a child who’d done something naughty. Knowing Louis, he probably had, and that footage of Kaspar performing in his studio half naked, raw and intimate, would be all over the internet in the next hour. His laughter was loud, echoing around the room and back to his own ears, after a moment or two though it sounded strange, felt rough in his throat and he began to cough. “Weird…” He spoke aloud, shrugging it off and his guitar strap in process, putting his bass down on its stand.

Hel was stretching, a yawn parting his lips, jaw loosening with the motion and out came another sound that felt out of place. This time it was louder, hard to ignore and Kas felt his alarm growing. The acoustics in the room once again fed it back to him, the rumbling, growling sound louder in the space. His body suddenly felt unwieldy, wrong and he swayed, feeling a shifting in his muscles, a tearing and stretching pain as if his muscle mass was increasing and compacting tightly all at once. He wanted to scream but it didn’t come out, instead a pathetic whimpering, a yowling that grew in volume until it became a shattering rawr. The shift didn’t take too long in the grand scheme of things, his vampire body morphing into something else entirely, his pants and boots left tangled around large paws.

The large of paws of a majestic, large white lion.

His mane of pale blonde framed a large face that had beautiful blue eyes which were wide with stress, and quite clearly belonging to Kaspar, the animal kicking off his clothes and pacing impatiently around the the studio while low rumbling noises sounded in his chest. What the hell had happened? He’d seen others change like this, an animal form that suited their nature, their personality. He wanted to find a mirror, but knew there were none in the room, after all looking into them in his normal state was more than just a little horrifying. Would he see the same thing even after his morphing into some… What was he? Kaspar felt his body as it moved, four legs and fur, a tail that swished huge, huge paws. He was looking at one of them, putting the clues together. He shook his large head, a little huff sound leaving him. Of course he was a ******* lion, couldn’t be something subtle. He was too panicked to really think on it, if he did, he would probably be quite pleased with this little revelation.

It was maybe an hour before he became fully vampire again, after a few unsuccessful attempts of back and forth shifting, exhausting him. Kaspar wasn’t entirely sure how long he had before it might happen again or if it would at all, scrambling to grab the phone from his torn pants pocket, dialing the first person he could think of who might be able to help. “LYONEL!” The phone was answered but he did not wait for him to speak before launching into a stressed rant, only realising halfway through he was speaking German. “****, sorry. I am saying... I am lion, or I was. I was a ******* lion. I think. Help me! Please. Help me, Lyonel, I think it’s happening again… I think it’s going to… I’m at the studiooo-…Ahhrawrgh.” a rolling, rumbling sound landed, building into a fierce roar and a series of whimpers. There was the muffled sounds of scraping paws as he tried in vain to grab the phone, as if he could do something with the giant paws, successfully managing to end the call.

It was a waiting game then, pacing and prowling until finally he gave up, accepting that the shape was sticking for a while and climbing up onto one of the large leather couches. It sagged under his weight but he didn’t get up under it’s protesting, curling up to take a literal cat nap until help arrived.

[Lyonel]

“If you think that I am always going to be at your beck and call you have another thing coming, Lyonel West.”

There was a tone to the statement that finally pulled Lyonel’s attention from the contract that was in hands. He stretched out a hand and dropped the bound papers to the surface of his desk in Lyon’s Eye Private Investigations. The modern office nestled in the first floor of Veil Tower was a far cry from the interior he started out with. It finally smelled like custom leather thanks to the improvement of furniture and the only hint of citrus was in the polish that was used on the dark wood that was plentiful in the Tudor influenced decor that currently surrounded him.

The sound of something heavy being tossed his direction and whizzing rather quickly inspired his hand to reach up. Without spending more energy than it took to lock his eyes on the object he opened his long fingers. It was simple as that. He was able to catch the marble laughing buddha paperweight like it was a baseball tossed lightly over the space of no more than two feet tops. The fact it sailed evenly across the impressive yards that were between him and none other than Jolie Sweet had him investing his attention to her mood.

“And how was your evening?” His hand placed the jovial statue on his desk and gave it the return smile it deserved.
“That is the last time I am going to dress up like a third rate hooker and break a set of nails hopping over a fence because your staff is inept at getting inside a private bachelor party.”

Jolie pulled off the rats nest of blonde wig that certainly looked less put together than when he last saw it on her head when she left. Without warning tt was airborne coming his direction like she was but it landed on the carpet falling short of it’s intended target. A jingling of metal tags signaled that there was an interested party making it’s arrival. He smirked which given the woman’s mood was posing a risk to working her up even more. Amira, the chocolate lab that he had since a pup courtesy of Drake, was quick to bolt into the office. A snort of decision was released from the canine as she snatched up the artificial mass of manufactured hair and darted back through the doorway Jolie was finally clearing.

“Why were you hopping over a fence?”

He pushed the chair back with the roll of his shoes to rest on their heels and slowly stood up. This was a subtle reminder to the scantily clad fuming salon and spa business owner just who was the boss. Truth was that she had her own lucrative career which was a far cry from dressing up as a piece of temporary pleasure for sale. But before all of that she was his. As much as any human could be to another and he was tolerant of these very rare but not unheard of lapses of such.

“You might as well just sit down so I can give you the full report. You have no idea what I have been through.”

The suggestion was taken into consideration and he did so with the hope after the details were given he would find she was worthwhile choice at getting the information on the dumbass that had been trying to extort one of his business partners.

“Will I have to kill anyone?”

He was deciding to get that out of the way rather quick. Something about her set in the moment he first found her and ever since he watched her like the inner Ferruginous hawk within him. His eyes steeled on her waiting for an answer that hopefully wouldn’t warrant him disappearing without a word and arriving to tear apart the one who pissed her off like a two bit pinata.

“I would like it if you did.” Jolie dropped her tall leggy frame into the chair and let her sequin covered purse land on the floor next to where she was sitting. “And here is why…” The cell phone on the desk started singing for attention and her voice went quiet while her mouth stayed open.
“Hold that thought.”

Even though he actually owned a cell phone he rarely got calls on it. Without seeing the incoming number since it was flipped to face screen down on the surface beneath he was running over the possibilities of who it was. Jolie called him the most but it obviously was not going to be her. It could be Eva, it could be Thomas, Patrice or any members in the growing West family. He glanced at the number and was relieved it wasn’t Blaize. Between Jolie’s current predicament and something unexpected with Blaize he would be lucky if he ever finished up the contracts he had to get out before the end of the business day. As soon as he took the communication device in hand he recognized the number. It belonged to Kaspar. The family had its very own rockstar and it was the German golden prince. He was another that if he called should be a reason to answer.

The sounds of Kaspar’s voice were full of excitement that could be inspired by several reasons but were somewhat lost on him since he didn’t speak German. His body leaned forward so that his elbow rested on the desk while the other worked through the top of his hairline and smoothed back. He was a lion. He deadpanned as he pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it. As soon as the desperate sound of his voice called for help his hand quickly had the cell at his ear. It was maybe going to happen again. At the studio he said then the loud unmistakable sound of an alarming roar sent his eyes wide open.

“Oh ****.” He popped up from his seat and cleared the corner of the desk dropping the phone in his pocket. “You stay here and change. I promise…”The sound of Amira trying to hack up something likely related to the wig echoed from the adjacent room. “Can you help her out with that? It is impossible to find a vet this time of the night.”

He paused at the front office door when he realized that could apply to both situations now that it dawned on him what he was about to walk into. The only massive large cat he dealt with outside the nearly harmless and plentiful mountain lions around Harper Rock was in fact Sheba the tiger that kept anything from wandering anywhere close to the family farm. The tiger hated him with a serious passion but loved his wife, Eva. He couldn't blame their resident tiger on that point. However, what if Kaspar in this obvious shifter form gone wild proved to be similar? He released the door behind him as he left the office. It was something he was going to find out quickly thanks to no eyes around and the power of celerity.

“Kaspar?”

The tall killer called out as he entered the studio taking care to keep his eyes out for an appearance of what he could already smell. The scent of tigers and lions were about as hard to miss as a bear on the move. Obviously they were different but still powerful in the odor they emitted and yes he could smell what he had yet to set eyes on.

“Man, where are you?”

He stepped around the first corner with no sign and then cleared the second doorway and finally spotted him in the most impressive form he had set eyes on in all his years as a shifter himself. A massive white lion. He froze in his tracks.

[Kaspar]

Kaspar knew it wouldn't be long, Lyonel would be here as soon as he could be and he just had to wait, just had to hold onto himself a while longer. His senses were picking up all kinds of smells, they were heightened by vampirism but this was different, the focus was elsewhere. Deep inhales were taken through his nose, huffing out on the exhale as he lounged up on the leather couch. A great, long stretch had his muscles moving and shifting beneath his fur, feeling the power in them. It was tempting to move, to get up and pace as was his usual habit to manage stress or think things through, but in his current state he figured it might feel too much like prowling and that wouldn't help his current urges.

He wanted to move, to run, to feel the way his new body moved and push it to the limit. To pounce, to leap and tackle some helpless creature only to make a meal of it.

**** it, pacing couldn't make it that much worse if he was still fully capable of rational thought, well, as rational as he could be in his perturbed state. The great beast rose, shaking out his mane and stepping down paw by paw until all four were on the ground. Moving felt better, working off some of that nervous energy with his loping steps carrying him back and forth across the studio, trying to remember what he'd felt when he'd shifted as if it might help him work out how to reverse it. Was it something simple and he was just unaware? No, it was probably just a matter of getting used to it and time. Maybe his energy was depleted? That strange singing in his veins that let him use his abilities, tapped out from over use. Sounded pretty likely, he could only tug at it, the reserves of it. It felt close to return, like if he could just wait it out a little while longer then he might be able to force the shift.

He'd be exhausted, for sure, but it would be worth it to be himself.

It was a handful of minutes but it felt like forever since he'd spoken to Lyonel, since he'd managed to form something other than disgruntled big cat noises, twitching his nose in distaste and feeling his whiskers respond. At least he was majestic, he'd have been fairly disappointed to turn into an utterly useless animal, or something ugly. A little less conspicuous might have been nice, traipsing around the city as a huge *** lion wasn't going to be the easiest thing in the world. These were the thoughts running through his mind as he heard the door open, pausing mid pace and peering back towards the second doorway, the padded, soundproofed one that hung open the way Louis had left it, leading to the recording area, the main studio itself. Lyonel rushed in, pausing as he saw what had become of his wife's childer and it was almost comical the way he froze, staring.

Kaspar made a snorting sound, exhaling a great rush of air and shaking his mane. The great cat walked towards Lyonel, taking it slowly so as not to startle him too much, tossing his great head in the direction he'd abandoned the phone as if to point out that yes, he'd called him. Kas dropped down on his haunches, stretching his paws out in front of him and resting his head upon them with a loud grumble, in his head he was cursing and he rather hoped that came across.

[Lyonel]

Lyonel wondered why he didn’t haul Jolie along. Not because he needed back up. There was no question he could handle Kaspar in this new form if things went wild for lack of a better word. It was what he was looking at that would have really got her attention...hell what he was looking at had his attention. Jolie was a fan of lions. Enough so that she was a bit disappointed he didn’t have one to reveal when his skin disappeared. It was like she said…’Wait, so that is it?’ In her expression when he disappeared and in the space he left behind was a massive hawk. Thankfully it all went down outdoors at the farm. With the wingspan he sported it was impossible to get far while restricted to indoor walls. Why walk when he had a set of wings designed to cut air and leave it all behind?

“This is a good thing, Kaspar.”

Lyonel knew that the transition didn’t limit the vampire’s understanding of what was being said to him otherwise he wouldn’t have said anything at all. It was the restrictions of the shifter form that limited Kaspar’s communication. Lion’s didn’t speak. That was the tricky part of adjusting to it all. So far Kaspar seemed to be handling it rather well. Far better than his first time being hooked up with a set of wings and no flight manual. He nearly beak kissed the side of a moving van before pulling up and headed towards the moon.

Once the white lion settled to the floor Lyonel made his way forward, stepping casually and sliding his hands into his pockets. His fingers tapped at the keys inside the right pocket that went to the car he left behind in favor of express travel. A few more steps and he found the chair that seemed open for use in the room. His tall legs stretched out and his arm settled over the back of what held his *** from hitting the ground.

“Just think about how it would have been if you turned into something like a chipmunk. A skunk. A sloth? Now that would be something that would make you want to work hard at changing...which I don’t think is possible.” He eyed the rare beast in front of him. Finally curiosity got the best of him. “Don’t take this wrong but I just need to know.” He stretched his hand forward and stroked the mane that seemed endless in it’s depths of impressive fur. “That is something to be proud of. Just wait till Eva sees you. Good luck with getting to walk on two legs around her. I suppose you didn’t call me for that. So let’s get down to it then. This is a power that will last for at the most twenty four hours each time you use it." He figured the rock star would want to know when to use it. "For starters it can be used for safety or to get into situations and places you normally couldn’t as a vampire or as a human. As for getting into the fur coat and back out isn't that difficult. Given some time and repetition you will develop the control to shift in and out of your current form with ease. Allow me to demonstrate.”

Lyonel stood up tall. While he did he brought his hands towards his chest crossing them only to send each out faster than a human eye could track. As they opened the fluid like shift of his body dissolved the human appearance and left the form of a Ferruginous Hawk with it’s wings spread wide and rising upward for the effort. It was a form that had it’s benefits. He could hunt with ease and had the best view of the night world beneath him when he did.

[Kaspar]

A good thing? THIS was a good thing? He looked at the man incredulously, well, as much as a lion could and gave a loud huff of indignation. He could admit that it could have been a lot worse, but is was still damn strange and a concept that the rock star would struggle to get his head around let alone physically adjust to. Lyonel was calm, though a quiet excitement seemed to bubble beneath the surface as he looked over Kas, taking in the details of his thick coat and impressive frame. That was something, it would help to have a cool head, even one who was looking at him like... THAT. Kas knew then that he must be impressive, and it stroked is ego somewhat to see himself through Lyon's eyes, the majestic creature, overwhelming enough that he had to throw himself into a chair and assess the situation. Better than screaming in horror, flailing arms and sprinting from the room. Lucky he was able to call the man and not rely on one of his partner's or employees rocking up. Louis would probably swear his head off and throw things at him, or just stare and say, "**** me, how'd you get in here, mate?".

That made Kaspar chuckle, a low rumbling sound that was rather pleasing to his own ear.

Lyon was speaking again, Kas watching him with consideration and giving another of those strange chuckles. A skunk? Well, it would at least be useful, albeit awful. Sloth's were pretty epic in his book, but being one would be a nightmare of epic proportions, trying to get around with massive claws and at a speed of "snails are competition". There was a warning given, something he had to know he said and then a hand was coming towards him. Kaspar didn't move away or flinch, touch wasn't uncommon between him and those he knew, even though this form was strange to him the thought of Lyonel laying hands on him didn't give him cause for concern. The strong hand pressed against his fur, fingers sinking into the depths of his mane and he leaned into it, seeking the comfort of it. A strange little sound resonated within his chest, a breathy purring that was as brief as the contact. He huffed loudly as it was broken, and as Lyonel mentioned Eva being into this.

Kaspar shifted uncomfortably, he could just imagine it now. She'd have him laying in front of her, stroking at his literal mane instead of his normal golden locks, him behaving like a giant domestic cat under her attentions. It seemed somewhat degrading and useless way to spend his time as a lion. At least he could be safe there on the farm, away from curious eyes, able to explore the measures of this new form he had obtained. It might be worth the cooing and pawing from his beloved sire.

The talk went back to fact, to the situation at hand and what it all meant. Kaspar listened intently, gaze focused on the man, following each movement and shift in expression. Twenty four hours? He could be like this for that long? He'd have to be careful about using it until he was more confident, though knowing his luck he'd have a few more "accidents" before things settled and it was fully under his control. Lyonel stood, speaking of demonstrations. This was it, he thought, he would get to see the animal that represented Lyonel, the form he'd chosen or simply been landed with. Kas secretly hoped it was less hideously horrific than the monstrous creature he'd changed into on their first meeting. That was the stuff of nightmares, and even worse, it was something he might just be capable of now too.

The bird was beautiful, strong and fierce looking with an impressive wing span and he swore it looked proud, almost smug... So Lyonel could fly. Kaspar decided to have a bit of fun, his mood had lifted and spirits along with it thanks to the assurance that it would be ok, that he would get a hang of it. The large white lion crept forwards, pausing to position it's body, pulling it in tightly before making an impressive pounce, leaping at the bird with paws smacking down. His claws weren't out, and his mouth while open had a large tongue lolling just within the bounds of those sharp teeth, clearly playful. Maybe he would ruffle a few feathers, before his body had other ideas about the whole thing.

[Lyonel]

Lyonel knew the moment that the white lethal paws came for him there was a chance he could lose a few feathers. That in itself was not an issue. He would not miss them the next time he shifted. Each would be back in it’s place. What would be possible beyond that was that he could become a drumstick or two in the mouth of a rather powerful Kaspar compared to his own Ferruginous Hawk if things got out of hand. Lyon was up for the invitation to play but he was seeing more ceiling than he cared for while relying on wings to get around. Instead he decided to even the odds. Without a flap of the massive wings the hawk was dissolved and in its place was a demonstration of how quickly the shifter power worked. Lyonel was about to transform in and out with ease. His intention was to show Kaspar that he would not be struggling with it as he was currently for long.

“And that is how easy it becomes to use the ability to shift once you have it, Kaspar.” He announced while trying to maneuver beneath the enormous cat.

All six feet and seven inches to spare of Lyonel West was stretched out under the rather heavy paws of a white lion. There was was something to be said for the animal form Kaspar was able to transform into. He would have an advantage against those that were smaller, weaker if it came down to it. The exotic white fur would be difficult to conceal but he could use some creativity and once it was under control he would find it safer to get around. Using his strength he found himself free rather effortlessly despite a few snags of claws that found various spots of material as he did.

“As for shifting smoothly you just need to clear your mind and focus on what you are doing. Shut down all the rest that would distract you and it will come to you.” With that said he reached down and scooped up the lion and gave Kaspar a playful toss across the room making sure not to send him through a wall or window. He chuckled rubbing his open hands together. “C’mon back and let’s see what you got. I have wrestled bears and what not but never a lion. Sheba is the closest I have come to it and the minute she choked down one of my shoes in an attempt to get at my feet I decided to leave the play time with her to Eva.' He wiggled his brows invitingly. "No worries, big guy, I can handle it. Come to Poppa.”

Lyonel was not entirely sure he was going to get out of the wrestling match unscathed but he knew he would thoroughly enjoy it. Kaspar was one that had a lot on his shoulders and if anyone needed a little down time and some light hearted tumbling it would be him. As far as he was concerned some family bonding with the rock star was worth the repair that would be involved later. He only regretted one thing. The Old Man would be a great tag in if he was around. He could picture it and how it could unfold. He grinned even more at the thought.

[Kaspar]

The shift was impressively smooth, instead of his mouth closing softly after a feathered body he got a man's shirt clad muscular side, Kas mouthing at it a moment before releasing and backing off. He remained lower in posture, keeping his paws against the man's chest as he considered his words. It was easy to shift back and forth, he could do it too and perhaps he would try soon enough, for now he was still keeping his pride of place. Lyonel flat on his back, and Kas with the dominant position. Even as a lion he knew it probably wouldn't last, Lyon was crazy strong, tall and muscular. He'd had years to build his strength and his natural status as a Killer, opposed to Kaspar's figuring it out, meant that he had the upper hand in that department. It didn't bother him overly, he was still doing remarkably well for how long he'd been learning, he was a quick study and growing stronger every day.

Arms came around him, and he gave a growl of protest, trying in vain to wriggle away before he was tucked close and promptly released, having to perform and quick flip of his frame, twisting sharply in the air so that he would land, skidding, on his feet. His claws has come out, catching at the rug as he came into contact with it. He'd put small holes in it, better that than scratching the luxurious hardwood floors.

This was not the place for rough and tumble, there were expensive instruments and sound equipment, there was furniture and beautiful stained glass windows. It would be unwise, he knew, and yet his body was shifting into a predatory position already, slinking closer, circling the other man and making a feinting movement as if he might leap one way. At the last second he pounced, strong limbs sending him barreling into the man, sending them tumbling back onto an empty expanse of rug where he proceeded to try and pin Lyonel. He had put his claws away and was only using teeth in gentle pressure, just enough to let his opponent know he had them. It was a good wrestle, and the low chuckling sound rumbled from him as he sat, bodily on Lyonel. He could've kept it up, fought harder and made it more of a challenge but he felt something come over him, a bit of clarity, a bit of that energy and he decided to use it.

Where there had been a lion sprawled atop him, proud as punch, draped in the Killer's arms there was a over six foot of muscular, fair golden skin and mussed blonde hair. An utterly devious and entirely too smug grin was worn on the face that was held up by his own hand, elbow propped on Lyon's chest as he stared down at him. He was naked, he'd lost his pants in the strange back and forth changing and his shirt had been abandoned earlier in the night but this didn't seem to bother him. He was comfortable in his own skin, he liked his body and so did a whole lot of other people. Where Lyon had more bulk, Kaspar was more defined muscle, slim in appearance but broader in reality than one would expect and yet he still felt slight compared to the impressive figure that Lyonel cut. "Do I win? Nein, my friend, I think you win... You have a naked rock star draped on you, many would give anything for this honour." He snarked, fluttering dark blonde lashes over his blue eyes that danced with mischief. He sighed then, almost reluctantly. "Thank you, man, for coming to help. It is appreciated. You are appreciated." Kas's expression was earnest as he regarded Lyonel a moment, rolling off the man and slumping to the floor beside him, staring at the ceiling. "So... Nice wings. I hope I did not ruffle your feathers too much. Oh, and, we are NOT telling Eva about this. She would enjoy it too damn much."

[Lyonel]

Lyonel had to admit he felt he was coming up short somewhere while in the presence of the king of the jungle. Even if they were standing in the rock star’s studio retreat and the white coat was a temporary cover for the pale skin of his wife’s creation it still was impressive enough that he was taken back in subtle ways for those very reasons. The little prince that could was coming into his own and in by no means was it understated. Kaspar commanded attention even in this form. Lyon patiently waited as he observed the strolling lion like a formidable predator that left no question. If the music man chose to he could get down and dirty with the best of them on the wild side. This brought a proud grin to Lyonel's mouth.

Which is exactly what happened next. It was like there was a switch in the air that was tapped. Instant energy filled the space between them and sent the tall killer into a state of heightened alert. Not so much that there was an true imminent attack coming at him but there was a challenge presented and accepted that he should be prepared for. And he was just as soon as the the magnificent beast came toward him and reminded him as strong as he was sometimes it was still possible to fall to another.

In this case it was Kaspar. The son of a rock legend had lost his usually slender frame and was blown out of proportion into a muscular thick glorious white lion that was king of the space that was shrinking in size as soon as he made his move. A blur of white found them sliding as if on a magic carpet ride one on top of the other across the wood floor. Lyonel did the one thing that made sense and that was to wrap his arms tight as vice grips and hold on to the weight over him and dig his heels into the carpet beneath in hopes that the friction may slow them down before a wall or worse was cleared out unexpectedly. A playful bite set in at his shoulder from a set of jaws that could cover a significant portion of his posterior and anterior deltoids as well as everything beneath. Just as quickly in place of the abundant fur cool skin appeared under his hold. The tall killer roared in laughter as the words that were delivered inspired a bit of relief whether he admitted it out loud or not.

“Yes.” He managed to release the confirmation. “You win.” In the older West’s mind the young shifter had won. He overcame more in the match up, had the odds against him but delivered when it was called for. Not only that he discovered that the power to change at will was indeed his. As for the fact he had a naked rock star on him, well, he couldn’t say that it wasn’t the first time because it was. Once Kaspar rolled off he propped up on his elbows placed behind him. “You have a pen handy? Feel free to autograph my shirt.” He looked at the damage to the shirt he was wearing which was nothing that would ever upset him. It took far more than that to ruffle his feathers. “I’m good. No worries. But soon as you sign this…” He pulled a hand forward to pat the shredded cloth on his chest. “I will offer it up to Eva. She is a huge fan of yours and will likely frame it.” He glanced over setting his eyes on Kaspar. “And so am I.”