06-07-2017, 04:12 AM
Life was hard enough for a Cursed, being at the bottom of society. But for a Loup Garou, life within society was impossible. The slightest thing could trigger a shift in even the most controlled individual. And, of course there was the full moon. It would force an even more dramatic change, becoming more beast than man. Consumed by hunger and rage.
Tobias was tall and slim, his body suffering from malnutrition despite how he gorged on the meat before he was trapped. Many Loup Garou died of starvation out in the wild. The transformation was uncontrolled, sapping so much energy from them that they were always ravenous. But, for now, Tobias was calm...even relaxed. Laying in his captor's arms, his collar hanging loose around his neck. Exposed were the scars left by the collar rubbing against his skin. Cutting into it when he fought against it. His own family had done it...to protect him from the world.
He didn't stir when he was whisked from the forest by the blessed, remaining unconscious for quite a while once they reached his home. The bed brought him a level of comfort he had never known. Just sinking into it as he drifted into a quiet dreamless sleep. It wasn't until several hours later that he groaned softly and shifted his head.
He snapped awake, bolting up and stumbling off the bed. He stood weakly, hunched as wide eyes darted around the room. He spotted the figure on the bed, quickly going into a panic. His heart and mind racing as his breathing picked up....He seemed to be trying to find words, but all he managed was a few incomprehensible noises before he gave a strangled cry and doubled over. Both arms wrapped tightly around himself as his back arched unnaturally with a sickening crack. He couldn't hear anything beyond the rushing of his pulse and the cracking of his bones as he began to transform back into his bestial form.
Tobias was tall and slim, his body suffering from malnutrition despite how he gorged on the meat before he was trapped. Many Loup Garou died of starvation out in the wild. The transformation was uncontrolled, sapping so much energy from them that they were always ravenous. But, for now, Tobias was calm...even relaxed. Laying in his captor's arms, his collar hanging loose around his neck. Exposed were the scars left by the collar rubbing against his skin. Cutting into it when he fought against it. His own family had done it...to protect him from the world.
He didn't stir when he was whisked from the forest by the blessed, remaining unconscious for quite a while once they reached his home. The bed brought him a level of comfort he had never known. Just sinking into it as he drifted into a quiet dreamless sleep. It wasn't until several hours later that he groaned softly and shifted his head.
He snapped awake, bolting up and stumbling off the bed. He stood weakly, hunched as wide eyes darted around the room. He spotted the figure on the bed, quickly going into a panic. His heart and mind racing as his breathing picked up....He seemed to be trying to find words, but all he managed was a few incomprehensible noises before he gave a strangled cry and doubled over. Both arms wrapped tightly around himself as his back arched unnaturally with a sickening crack. He couldn't hear anything beyond the rushing of his pulse and the cracking of his bones as he began to transform back into his bestial form.