[SilentFeather]

Brink snarled, struggling for Authority, for control over two sides of conflict. It was as if he were a double sided coin, and like such he fought for his true side to take root, his sweet as sugar, protective but ginger, and above all his loving but giving of suitable space exterior. He stepped forward, his canine side halfway near control, but yet as the wolf within took complete form his humanistic one forced him to react, shouting out to his beloved, even though the voice that held no form of warmth in it, his voice was familiar, yet gruff, husked, and grainy. "Cameron .. take the knife and plunge it into me, anywhere, just .. do .. it! .. you have to trust me, alright! the wolf, it has control .. it will kill you and our Little one. Please .."

Through it all, he would transform but he would have to face a tedious trial, one which would probably claim his life but all was worth it if Cameron had an opportunity to exist, as well as their little innocent offspring. He would endure through all, even hell itself to return back to his beloved, all and more. So much more.

Suddenly, Brink lunged forward, overpowered by the Predator taking possession of his very being, his true innocence of human ebbd away and shoved backward into darkness itself. He charged toward Cameron, eyes flashing with an infernal, hungering glare, the same of which could possibly erode steel itself. "Brink no longer exists .. he is gone .. just like you will be and my burden known as offspring, human, bah! no pure human-born deserves my bloodline! you hear me! NONE!" He raised a massive claw like hand and began to slash at Cameron, voice risen to a boisterous crescendo of snarling grumbles, trying to aim for his vital parts of body.

He was rather off-kilter and jagged of movements so not many were directly of target.