Writers' Games - Downworlders {CLOSED}

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These are the entries I've received since I posted the last chapter, and the scores for them will be added on to the scores chapter in a new paragraph :) task 4 will also be posted tonight! Those of you who haven't handed in, one more day! This is just a warning, next time you won't have much time extra.

Okay, so this is completely off topic, but I need to rant. Has anyone else been on the create section since Wattpad updated on the computer? It sucks! You can't select more than one word at a time (to make it bold and/or italic) and - this might just be my computer - but whenever I try to scroll up and pause for one second, it automatically starts scrolling down... Anyone else, or just me?

Magnus Bowee

Day 4

I was unable to sleep throughout the night, completely lacking the ability to even snooze- it was like I had lost the need for it. I literally jumped out of bed first thing in the morning, landing across the room with a harsh stomp. I searched the available list of foods to order in the living room, but non appealed to me in the slightest. Hunger rumbled in my stomach, but ignored it. 

The Training Center is filled to the brim with stations varying with weapons. I sprinted excitedly to the katanas, and the trainer followed me into the training mats. We sparred, and I obviously won. I jumped up and down anxiously, rushing to the next, which appeared to be daggers. This I faltered at, not quite winning. In a mere matter of seconds, the trainer had me pinned to the mat, weapon poised above my throat. He nodded at me politely, helping me stand. 

The next station is a war axe, which in the past, I would have never been able to lift. Yet, today I lifted is with ease, asking the trainer to spar. He complied, and with this one I won by a narrow edge. I found the axe hard and slow to swing and too bulky for my taste, so I left the station early. The trainer recommended the sword next, considering it had appeared in every Game since the beginning. The sword I chose was long and silver, with a leather wrapped handle. Though it was similar to my katanas, it was not the least bit like them in fighting form. I found two handed fighting weapons much too hard to handle, so I left to find a station featuring one-handed weapons. 

However, before I could find one, I found the station featuring hand-to-hand combat. I shrug, heading into an available ring. Cyrus Brazen stands in one nearby, boxing shirtless with another trainer. Though he was the one to punch me on the train here, I admired his form, and more importantly, his tones muscles. I wish my immortal body would match his in muscle tone- however strong I may be, my physical appearance will never chance. 

The trainer successfully lands a punch on Cryrus' face, his hand pulling away bloody. My stomach rumbled, and I felt my incisors lengthening below my lip. I knew it was wrong, but I lusted just to grip Cyrus' shoulders, yank his head back, and plunge my fangs into his neck. Wait, fangs? 

I felt the sharp teeth poking my lip, shocked. I had fangs?! My stomach growled loudly in protest I caught another smell of his scarlet blood, dripping handsomely down his chin. "One little sip won't hurt," I muttered, restraining myself from movement. I glanced again, spotting a pulsating vein in his neck, the skin flushed red from exertion. Before I can fully comprehend what I was doing, I leaped over the fence, hissing in hunger. I landed on Cyrus' shoulder, slamming him to the floor. The trainer stands back in shock as I twist the werewolf's head to the side, exposing the jumping vein. My teeth lengthened an inch, thirsting for his blood.