Riku was asleep, but his sleep wasn't so sound. Dreams....well nightmares were taunting his sleep. Nightmares of his master who had done so much that he had not liked. Blood dripped down walls and ran through corridors. It was twisted and yet seemed normal. Then his eyes opened and it was all gone. The nightmare had faded just like it had come. A silent look around showed him that he was just sleeping within one of the couches at the hearth in the Inn, but he still felt strange. Like something was changing. This change was from inside him, not outward. It had the presence of his Master, but his master was nowhere around here. Little did he know his Master was actually dead, but that's a different and untold story. He tried to think of what it could be, but there was no answer. Nothing to tell him what was going on. Slowly he would close his eyes again attempting to let sleep wrap its arms around him again, but it just wouldn't happen.
He felt folds of darkness pouring through his heart. The blood was still there in his mind. It could not be tamed. The urge to....tear at something. To....kill someone or something. It was there like any other thought, but it was unnatural in his mind. It was like some demon had corrupted his thoughts. The blood-thirst had never been there before and he tried to fight it, but slowly it was taking over him. A fearful thought at what his Master may have done to him was hard to keep out. It was like his very being was infected. Maybe he was going mad? He didn't know, but he wanted it to stop. He could even hear those around the Inn going about like nothing was happening within that couch, but slowly....oh so slowly his fur was turning blood-red and his eyes were going black. Vapors of shadows were running through the air in torrents around his body. Then all his thoughts were gone and he blacked out.
He felt folds of darkness pouring through his heart. The blood was still there in his mind. It could not be tamed. The urge to....tear at something. To....kill someone or something. It was there like any other thought, but it was unnatural in his mind. It was like some demon had corrupted his thoughts. The blood-thirst had never been there before and he tried to fight it, but slowly it was taking over him. A fearful thought at what his Master may have done to him was hard to keep out. It was like his very being was infected. Maybe he was going mad? He didn't know, but he wanted it to stop. He could even hear those around the Inn going about like nothing was happening within that couch, but slowly....oh so slowly his fur was turning blood-red and his eyes were going black. Vapors of shadows were running through the air in torrents around his body. Then all his thoughts were gone and he blacked out.