Meeting With Maddock - Part One

The pencil scrawled slowly across the page, soft scratches barely audible against the low murmur of classmates, led carefully inscribing small ancient reincarnations of old rituals. My "table mate" dozed quietly in the adjoining chair, his long shaggy head drooping closer to the thick textbook with every word spoken by our instructor’s monotone voice, I desperately longed for the luxury of sleep, but one of us had to stay attentive. I could almost feel the stinging pain of a hand cramp from the essay we would have to complete if Werewolf was to be found asleep in class again. Quietly I focused my mind on the change, the slow ripple and mutation of flesh, the silent beauty of lethal attributes brought to the surface. Change for a werewolf is simple lust and passion brought forth to carry out the deepest desires of a impure soul; however for a dragon, it is the most beautiful and exciting commitment to the boundaries of the unknown. Change becomes the most intricate and intoxicating rush for a dragon of higher powers, every crunch of bone and rip of flesh lends not only minor pain, but inexplicable power. Beautifully sleek midnight scales sprouted, the soft puncture of skin as lethal claws extended and glittering armor unveiled its infallible strength. Soon my entire arm was clad in the rich sensual beauty of a dragon's exterior, the werewolf's throat lay exposed with the steady rise and fall of his breaths, I placed one claw under his throat and pressed. A drop of rich crimson blood trickled down, an enticing scent only we could smell, a potential threat in the form of hostile play that no teacher could detect.Muscles are located in the throat as well, their stringy presence stiffed in the clammy room as his heightened sense of smell began to pick up the terrifying scent of his own blood dripping slowly on his throat. Soon his entire body grew rigid, large brown eyes turned slowly to meet mine, one claw gently brushed the rough bristles on his cheek, his terror and unadulterated rage were enthralling at the very least. I purred in his ear softly, "Maddock, my love, I do believe it’s time to rise and shine." His fear vanished as rain on the hot Saharan desert sand, the wolf within him begged to come to the surface and slash my face with talons gifted from the moon herself. He was furious and bewitching simultaneously, the small tremors of violence gently whipped through his body, adrenaline pumped, the irises of his eyes glowing with an unearthly hatred.
I was spellbound, this new version of Maddock O'Connel was something far more unrestrainable than the tamed pet he had once been. I gently pressed my lips to the corner of his mouth, a raw cinnamon taste seemed to explode with within my own, his body trembled with impassioned urge. Suddenly the strong noble creature before me seemed far too powerful, it was truly unfathomable how one being once so infantile could suddenly be so graced with strength and domination. I reclined again, the change long gone, Maddock snarled softly as our naive professor approached once more. A mild warning dancing within my thoughts as I listened to him fume in his seat, gnashing sharpened teeth, and muttering obscenities under his breath.
As the bell for class rang out our freedom i glanced back almost curiously at him. His dark eyes glittered with mischief as he slumped in his seat, watching me. His lips pressed tight in malicious smile, a mind carefully crafting many things, most likely lethal things.