06-06-2017, 09:21 PM
((I'm so sorry this took so long, I don't know what's up with me but I'm just in this insanely verbose phase for some reas
In a world where magic is might, society stood divided by blood. The blessed ones, to whom manipulating the energies of the world around them was second nature. The scholars, who had talent yet needed time and effort to reach a third of the power the laziest of the blessed boasted. Even the normal folk could perform some minor spells. On the bottom of the scale, those with no magic at all, the cursed, even rarer than the blessed and, strangely, all male.
A strange event plagued a particular kind. The shapeshifters, other than the varying degrees of magical affinity everyone else shared, possessed the inate ability to assume at least one animalistic form, with finer degrees of finesse and wider variability of forms the more powerful they were. As the special magic skipped a generation when the children were born from a shifter and a normal parent, there were those that chose to mate with other shifters for the sake of strengthening their bloodlines. Should a Cursed child be born from such a union, their lack of ability to control the shifter magic lead to a feral state that was not only dangerous, but also infectious to other Cursed. They bore a special name, setting them apart: Loup Garou.
A call to arms had risen for one such individual, and a red fox rushed through the forest where the last sighting had happened, making way through the pines and bushes, elegant and slippery. It was easier to prowl about unseen, mingling with the forest, and a lot more effortless than casting any sort of shroud. Plus, Selen enjoyed the feel of nature around him, making his blood pump regardless of the form he took. In a way, it was a mix of business and pleasure all wrapped in one. Ducking through leaves and roots, the shifter made way to yet another one of the traps he'd set, hoping the warning he'd set had gone off for the right reason, the prickling echo of his own magic guiding him to the right place. It was a simple yet effective setup; Selen had saturated some pieces of meat with mana and set them by trees enchanted to tangle around anything roughly human shaped without a magic signature that picked the meat up. It used the resources around him, didn't disturb the animals, and if any Cursed dumb enough to be outside with a Loup rampaging around decided to take the chance, at least the beasts would be locked outside.
Selen had a good feeling about this one, his violet, almond eyes shining with excitement. He'd finally get a chance to help.
In a world where magic is might, society stood divided by blood. The blessed ones, to whom manipulating the energies of the world around them was second nature. The scholars, who had talent yet needed time and effort to reach a third of the power the laziest of the blessed boasted. Even the normal folk could perform some minor spells. On the bottom of the scale, those with no magic at all, the cursed, even rarer than the blessed and, strangely, all male.
A strange event plagued a particular kind. The shapeshifters, other than the varying degrees of magical affinity everyone else shared, possessed the inate ability to assume at least one animalistic form, with finer degrees of finesse and wider variability of forms the more powerful they were. As the special magic skipped a generation when the children were born from a shifter and a normal parent, there were those that chose to mate with other shifters for the sake of strengthening their bloodlines. Should a Cursed child be born from such a union, their lack of ability to control the shifter magic lead to a feral state that was not only dangerous, but also infectious to other Cursed. They bore a special name, setting them apart: Loup Garou.
A call to arms had risen for one such individual, and a red fox rushed through the forest where the last sighting had happened, making way through the pines and bushes, elegant and slippery. It was easier to prowl about unseen, mingling with the forest, and a lot more effortless than casting any sort of shroud. Plus, Selen enjoyed the feel of nature around him, making his blood pump regardless of the form he took. In a way, it was a mix of business and pleasure all wrapped in one. Ducking through leaves and roots, the shifter made way to yet another one of the traps he'd set, hoping the warning he'd set had gone off for the right reason, the prickling echo of his own magic guiding him to the right place. It was a simple yet effective setup; Selen had saturated some pieces of meat with mana and set them by trees enchanted to tangle around anything roughly human shaped without a magic signature that picked the meat up. It used the resources around him, didn't disturb the animals, and if any Cursed dumb enough to be outside with a Loup rampaging around decided to take the chance, at least the beasts would be locked outside.
Selen had a good feeling about this one, his violet, almond eyes shining with excitement. He'd finally get a chance to help.