Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

The full moon was finally here. His first full moon on Manta Carlos, and River was at his peak. He could almost feel his attraction aura working, but that might've been due to the fact that he'd been consistently drugging himself since he'd gotten into the forest. Probably not the best idea considering what the half-demon was up to, but it felt fantastic, and he didn't care.

He was glowing in the moonlight, shining bright, making no pretense of hiding. Not exactly a predator's move, but then he was bait tonight. He hadn't gone far into the forest. River had no wish to tire himself out fighting animals before he got to the main course. Not that he would really tire until morning, but there was still no reason to get himself too beaten up. He realized he'd probably regret his actions anyway, but he was way too wired to let that detail worry him. He wanted to feed now.

At first, he'd stuck to the woods, but it seemed the more dangerous creatures were further in. It was nearly dawn, and he hadn't seen any signs of the werewolves he'd heard resided here. But as he moved deeper into the dark, he thought he heard a howl. River grinned, all sharp teeth and claws. It seemed tonight was going to be fun after all.

@Saber

Wild and reckless from the full moon's draw. Euphoric and on high alert from effects of his venom. River was probably more out of control than the werewolf. As a moon demon, he was fully feeling "moon madness", quite an appropriate term. He was ready for a fight, expecting it, but as long as he got to feed, he didn't really care about getting damaged in the process.

The small half-demon could see clearly in the dark, though right now his other senses were only as good as a human's. He saw the looming, golden figure out of the corner of his eye and ducking, turned to meet it, claws ready and teeth bared.

River's agility matched the werewolf's, but even though he twisted to avoid being pinned, he didn't escape some long slashes from those wicked claws. He was already sweating, but that was just a side-effect of the drug in his system - he wasn't tired and he couldn't feel any pain at all. Throwing himself forward, the boy lashed out with his own talons. They may not have been sharp enough to slash through steel, but they could certainly slice flesh, and there was quite a lot of force behind them. The boy wasn't human and was much stronger than he looked.

Grinning wildly at the bloodlust in the air, River hissed out a laugh through his teeth. Then he lunged at the werewolf, biting and clawing, draining what energy he could. Finally, he could feed on something other than animals.

It might not have been easily apparent, but River's smaller stature compared to the 8-foot tall werewolf could be worked to his advantage. The beast had a longer reach, and may or may not have surpassed him in strength, but the half-demon could negate that reach by moving in close. Which was exactly where the werewolf seemed to be trying to draw him.

And he was fearless, bold, diving forward and under most of the other's attacks. But even the ones that did get through didn't phase him - he felt no pain. Energetic, wild, with an impulsive lack of control, River was also being driven by hunger and wasn't about to tire anytime soon. He didn't hold back or move timidly, but he still dodged, ducking even lower so most of the clawing would hit his back and shoulders, and he'd avoid fangs being anywhere near his throat.

It didn't matter to River where his blows landed, which was probably fortunate for the werewolf considering that the half-demons claws could reach some sensitive areas, and had a superhuman strength behind them. As it was the shorter boy was mostly aiming for the legs with his claws. He could feed as long as he had his claws touching blood - he didn't need to tear off flesh or swallow, although he'd do that as well if he had the opportunity.