[Zeke shuffled uncomfortably between the massive Russian on one side of him, and the equally massive blonde bailiff on his other. The latter was trying to bring him back to his cell while the trial was on recess, and the Russian, Vasily, didn't like that one bit. And good on him.

Zeke decided to hang back and let Vasily talk. He didn't want to talk to the Padre's pet blonde kid any more than he wanted to spend time in his cell again. He mouthed a quick "thank you" to the burly Russian and backed away to let him handle the bailiff.

There was some arguing, but Zeke didn't hear it. The middle of his train of thought derailed with a screech as a hot lance of lead roared through his chest, thankfully missing his heart, but perforating a lung and causing all manner of distress throughout his torso. He spun on the spot and collapsed with an uncharacteristically-heavy thud, wheezing and groping at his sweater, which was darkening with blood. Zeke had been shot before, by silver no less, but holy shit did this sting just about as much. He was lying face up when he hit the floor, but he instantly went into overdrive and tried to sit back up, only managing to sort of half flip himself over. Every sense was firing on all cylinders in his mind, screaming for him to fight or flee or at least do something. His backup plan to dash out the door where the girl has left seemed like as good an idea as any, and he attempted to drag himself that way, quickly weakening. He felt tired all of a sudden. He wheezed out something unintelligible and passed out, shock taking his body quickly.

'The door. If I can just get to the door, I'll be safe,' Zeke groaned mentally. He felt lighter all of a sudden, lighter and weaker... so much weaker.

Continuing to drag along the wood-paneled floor, Zeke left more and more pieces of himself behind the harder he struggled. He barely even noticed the changes until he realized he could no longer feel his legs.

"Oh no..." he breathed, as he looked behind himself, laying eyes on his own dead body, 15 feet behind him.]

For the uninitiated: in the Silver and Bone cannon, it's said that werewolves who survive a near death experience can return to the world between worlds they passed through during the event, but only as a shade of their physical bodies. Typically, a spirit form like this is invisible, but a clairvoyant or medium would see it for what it really is. A lycanthrope with this ability can use it as a sort of astral projection, communicating or traveling through a parallel dimension while transformed, though the amount of time spent in this form is severely limited.

Zeke unwittingly unlocked his potential to use this form when he survived a nearly-fatal assassination attempt during a glorified witch hunt in which he was tried for the murder of a young boy and the biting of his siter. While his body was cut down trying to escape, the rest of him kept going, not realizing the flesh and bones didn't make it past the second step.

For use in the Silver-and-Bone RPG.

Art (c) SquareZer0