#【 ic : 𝘉𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦.

[lunarshifted]

                       Monsters and Hunters Sentence Starters.

@pierprincess asked: “You’re… okay you’re massive.”

            HE   KNEW   HE   WAS.   HE   WAS   A   MONSTER,   THE   BEAST   that   every   fairytale   warned   about.   The   idea   that   he   formed   into   a   giant   wolf   never   bothered   him   much   as   a   child,   but   when   things   fell   down   at   home…   he   started   to   feel   panicked.   He   didn’t   want   to   be   this   anymore,   but   unfortunately   he   had   no   say   in   it.   And   one   day,   he   will   befall   the   same   fate   as   his   father.   

                  THE   BLACK   WOLF   HUFFED   AS   HIS   HEAD   LOOKED   DOWN   AT   Star.   He   stood   on   his   two   feet,   paw-like   hands   flexed   at   his   sides   to   show   his   razor   claws.   His   furry   body   rose   and   fell   with   a   steady   breath,   heavy   puffs   fell   through   his   nostrils   to   lift   up   her   brown   curls.   Golden   eyes   seemed   to   be   glaring,   but   his   large   ears   lowered   to   show   his   emotions   were   otherwise.   Although,   one   could   tell   he   meant   no   malice   with   the   slight   sway   of   his   bushy   tail.   

               UNLIKE   MOST   WOLVES,   HE   WAS   IN   CONTROL   OF   HIMSELF.   HE   wasn’t   a   rabid   dog   killing   anything   and   everything,   no,   he   was   born   with   this   blood.   Sure,   in   his   first   three   transformations   he   wanted   to   rip   anything   in   sight,   but   he   was   quick   to   suppress   the   animalistic   tendencies,   to   tame   it—   to   bond   with   it.   Of   course,   he   also   had   the   helpful   aid   of   his   father   and   mother.  

                HIS   EYES   CLOSED   FOR   A   SECOND   AS   HE   CONTINUED   TO   breathe   steadily.   He   hates   how   his   mind   would   race   from   simple   words.   With   this   in   mind,   he   decided   to   not   focus   on   it   anymore.   Instead,   the   beast   let   out   another   heavy   huff   before   lowering   his   body.   He   rested   on   all   fours,   and   still   he   lowered   his   body   so   he   was   laying   on   the   ground.   His   tail   swayed   some   more,   his   head   turned   to   look   at   Star,   and   his   eyes   said   it   all:   Get   on…   if   you   dare.

[lunarshifted]

               NATURE   WAS   A   PLACE   HE   FELT   AT   PEACE.   SURE,   ONE   could   blame   it   on   what   he   was,   but   Bailey   liked   to   think   he   was   beyond   that—   better   than   most   that   treated   nature.   Which   was   why   he   liked   to   capture   nature   in   its   most   natural   state,   to   show   the   beauty   to   those   around   him.   Photography   had   been   something   he   was   fond   of   for   he   wanted   to   capture   a   moment   forever…   and   perhaps,   still   exist   there   where   nothing   bad   will   ever   happen.   Maybe   that   was   a   foolish   dream.   

               HE   STEPPED   QUIETLY   THROUGH   THE   WOODS,   SENSES   ALERT   AS   HE   walked.   Despite   how   clumsy   he   can   be   in   both   forms,   he   knew   how   to   hunt,   and   that   was   shown   with   each   footstep   being   barely   audible.   This   ability   was   manipulated   to   his   advantage   with   each   photo   he   took.   Like   now,   as   he   crept   up   close   to   a   fox   on   a   log.   A   beautiful   red   coat,   a   bushy   tail,   and   its   focus   was   clearly   on   its   paws.   Bailey   raised   his   camera,   made   his   own   focus,   and   snapped.   

               THE   SOUND   WAS   SILENT,   BUT   NOTHING   THAT   COULD   ESCAPE   THE   creature’s   ears.   The   fox   immediately   dashed   away,   and   Bailey   winced,   “   Sorry,   little   guy.   ” @vulpesse

[lunarshifted]

                    ─ WEREWOLF SENTENCE STARTERS.     ›

     ❝ You don’t scare me. Underneath all that hair, you’re still a dork. ❞

               HIS   SHAGGY   HEAD   SHOOK,   HIS   EARS   MADE   AN   AUDIBLE   YET   soft   thwack   against   his   head   as   he   did   so.   The   wolf   stood   high   above   @pierprincess,   his   massive   form   blocking   out   the   moonlight   as   his   amber   gaze   fell   upon   the   vampire.   His   nostrils   flared,   an   ear   flicked,   and   his   tail   stilled.   Her   words   were   comforting   towards   The   Beast.   Her   soft   tone   eased   the   never   ending   rage   within   his   mind,   those   hungry   genes   that   were   passed   down   to   him   by   blood   just   disappeared.   Perhaps,   that   was   the   cure   to   it   all.   Maybe   he   had   to   find   someone   like   Star—   how   Star   was   to   David.   

               If   that   were   true,   then   that   wouldn't   have   happened   to   dad.   

               A   HEAVY   SNORT   WAS   HEARD   WHILE   HE   DECIDED   NOT   TO   dwell   on   the   matter.   Is   it   dwelling   when   you   keep   putting   it   off?   The   Beast   made   another   sound   from   deep   within   his   chest,   a   grunt   of   sorts.   His   body   lowered   so   he   was   on   all   fours   again,   his   bulk   still   massive   just   not   as   high,   and   slowly   made   his   way   up   to   Star.   His   ears   were   pinned   back   against   his   skull   to   show   the   tender   act   of   submission.   Despite   such   a   beast   he   became   when   the   moon   shined   full,   he   was   always   just   a   puppy.   

                  ONCE   HE   WAS   BEFORE   HER,   HIS   WET   NOSE   WAS   PRESSED   against   her   cheek   as   he   emitted   a   low   whine.   His   tail   started   to   flick   back   and   forth,   clearly   pleased   with   her   conclusion.   That’s   all   he   ever   wanted   to   be.   He   didn’t   want   responsibilities,   didn’t   want   to   face   what   his   father   went   through—   he   just   wanted   to   be   a   dork.   With   that   thought   in   mind,   the   wolf   moved   his   muzzle   from   her   face   to   nudge   her   stomach.   It   was   just   enough   force   to   rock   her   back   on   her   feet.   A   huffing   sound   came   from   him   which   could   be   mistaken   for   laughter.

[lunarshifted]

               THE   CHANGE   WAS   ALWAYS   PAINFUL.   HOW   COULD   IT   NOT?   HIS   father   told   him   he   would   get   used   to   it,   but   that   had   to   have   been   a   lie.   The   feeling   of   bones   bending,   snapping,   and   elongating   was   a   terrifying   thought   all   on   its   own.   So   feeling   it?   It   was   agonizing.   He   would   never   wish   that   sort   of   pain   on   anyone.   The   shift   made   any   werewolf   angry   for   a   few   minutes   to   the   point   of   snapping   jaws,   growls,   clawing   trees,   and   howling.   It   was   like   a   childish   tantrum   before   they   could   relax   and   focus   on   hunting—   only   animals   unless   they   went   rogue.

               HIS   MUZZLE   WAS   DEEP   WITHIN   A   POOR   DEER’S   SIDE.   BLOOD   matted   his   black   coat   around   his   face   and   chest.   His   ears   had   been   flattened   until   he   heard   a   sound.   Those   ears   sprung   upright,   his   head   pulled   away   from   his   meal   with   a   sickening   tear   of   meat.   Lips   were   curled   back   to   show   bloody   fangs   as   he   let   out   a   low   growl   of   warning   to   whatever   was   near.   His   amber-golden   eyes   flashed   as   he   stared   in   one   direction   he   thought   he   heard   the   noise.   He   just   wanted   to   scare   away   whatever   it   was,   especially   if   it   was   a   human.   

                  HEARING   ONLY   THE   RUSTLE   OF   LEAVES   IN   THE   WIND,   HE   lowered   his   massive   head   to   take   another   bite   when   a   scent   drifted   into   his   nose.   It   made   him   pause.   It   was…   sweet,   something   he   had   never   really   smelled   before.   This   made   him   slowly   rise,   standing   on   his   hindquarters,   and   his   nostrils   flared   with   each   sniff   of   the   air.   The   wolf   took   one   step   over   the   deer   carcass,   hunching   forward   to   ready   himself   for   any   possible   danger. @mrchare

[lunarshifted]

               BAILEY   WALKED   ALONGSIDE   HER   ON   THE   BOARDWALK,   IDLY   MUNCHING   ON   the   popcorn   he   held   for   his   dinner.   His   brown   eyes   lifted   to   look   up   at   the   moon.   It   was   almost   full,   and   he   could   feel   the   tug   of   the   beast   inside   of   him.   Thankfully,   he   wasn’t   like   “mutts”   or   any   other   untrained   wolf.   Still,   the   change   hurt   every   full   moon,   and   Bailey   was   sure   he   would   never   get   used   to   it   despite   what   his   father   had   once   said.   

               HIS   GAZE   THEN   FELL   FROM   THE   MOON   TO   LOOK   AT   Star   with   his   eyes   soft.   A   small   smile   tugged   at   the   corner   of   his   lips,   “   If   you   would   rather   hangout   with   The   Boys,   I   won’t   take   offense.   You   know   how   boring   I   can   be.   ”   Bailey   chuckled.   That   statement   wasn’t   said   to   gain   pity,   or   to   look   for   compliments.   Bailey   was   boring…   most   of   the   time.   The   other   times   he   liked   to   be   as   spontaneous   as   the   group   of   vampires.   

                  THE   WOLF   STOPPED,   HIS   SMILE   ONLY   CONTINUED   TO   WIDEN,   AND   his   head   tilted   playfully,   “   Please   just   tell   me   you   don’t   have   another   tennis   ball?   ”   The   dog   jokes   only   got   worse   and   worse.   However,   he   found   it   quite   endearing   when   it   came   from   Star. @pierprincess

[lunarshifted]

               THE   BEST   PHOTOS   WERE   THE   ONES   UNPROMPTED.   STORIES   COULD   BE   seen,   or   stories   could   be   made   up   from   one   image.   It   was   a   form   of   people   watching   for   him.   He   liked   to   observe   their   behaviors,   and   to   maybe   catch   a   glimpse   of   what   they   are   feeling.   Or,   maybe   that   was   the   canine   part   of   him.   Bailey   wasn’t   so   sure,   really.   

            A   SMALL   CLICK   OF   HIS   CAMERA   WAS   HEARD   WHEN   THE   woman   that   was   his   main   focus   had   looked   in   his   direction.   When   he   turned   his   gaze   down   to   the   results   he   saw   a   woman   that   was   of   course   taken   by   surprise.   She   seemed   tired,   a   haunting   story   behind   those   eyes   while   a   heavy   weight   seemed   to   crush   her   shoulders.   Yet   despite   it   all,   she   tried   her   best   to   hide   it.   The   sight   made   him   sigh   with   empathy.      

               HIS   FINGER   HOVERED   OVER   THE   DELETE   BUTTON.   THE   SHOT   WAS   perfect.   The   sunlight   hitting   her   just   right,   the   small   breeze   lifting   her   hair,   and   the   surprise   in   her   eyes   when   she   noticed   there   had   been   a   camera   trained   on   her.   Her   story,   or   at   least   part   of   her   story,   could   be   seen   in   this   image.   It   was   a   private   struggle   which   made   him   not   want   to   keep   it.   Bailey   again   sighed   with   uncertainty. @sleepsuffer

[lunarshifted]

               HE   WAS   BUILDING   HIS   OWN   PORTFOLIO,   AND   THAT   MEANT   TAKING   photos   of   random   things.   Most   images   were   best   when   captured   unexpectedly—   their   natural   state.   There   was   something   raw,   so   real   about   it   that   comforted   Bailey.   It   was   what   drew   him   to   this   profession   anyway.   He   should   live   in   the   now,   and   he   always   did,   but   sometimes   he   wished   to   snapshot   a   moment   to   live   in   forever…   without   that   weight   doom   over   his   head.   

            BAILEY   SAT   COMFORTABLY,   COFFEE   GONE   COLD   AT   HIS   SIDE,   WHEN   he   noticed   a   man   not   too   far   from   where   he   was.   Many   people   passed   by,   but   there   was   something   about   the   way   he   just   existed   that   caught   his   eye.   It   was   smooth,   relaxed,   and   enjoying   the   moment.   It   made   Bailey   smile.   It   was   simply   perfect.

            WITHOUT   REALIZING   IT,   HE   BROUGHT   HIS   CAMERA   UP,   FOCUSED   the   man,   and   snapped   his   shot.   When   Bailey   brought   it   back   down   to   look   at   the   results,   he   noticed   the   man   had   made   perfect   eye   contact   over   his   glasses.   This   made   Bailey   jolt   upright   in   his   spot,   “   Shit…   ”   he   mumbled   to   himself.   How   did   he   miss   that?   @bandersnch

[lunarshifted]

               HE   WATCHED,   A   LITTLE   DUMBFOUNDED   BY   THE   FACT   THAT   HIS   assumption   about   the   creature   had   been   correct.   He   was   something   like   him,   but   there   was   definitely   more   to   him   too.   Bailey   couldn’t   place   it,   and   still   his   ears   continued   to   be   pinned   back   by   that   feeling   alone.   Even   when   the   man   became…   a   man.   Who   was   this   person?   Where   did   he   come   from?   What   was   he?   

            THE   BEAST   ALLOWED   THE   OTHER   TO   NEAR   HIM,   TO   LET   fingers   brush   through   his   black   fur.   Despite   it   being   matted   with   blood,   his   coat   was   rather   soft   which   was   something   Bailey   prided   himself   on.   He   always   tried   to   make   himself   look   as   presentable   and   charming   in   both   forms.   And,   if   he   must   say   so   himself,   he   did   a   wonderful   job.   Either   way,   a   hand   running   through   his   fur   always   felt   nice.   So   much   so   that   there   was   a   small   thump,   thump,   of   his   tail   against   the   earth.   

               WORDS   SPOKEN   BY   THE   MAN   PULL   A   SMALL   WHIMPERING   SOUND   from   his   throat.   The   sound   was   more   for   himself—   what   a   mighty   creature   he   was.   Surely   he   was   a   disappointment   beyond   epic   proportions.   Then   again,   who   did   he   have   to   prove?   No   one.   So   why   such   a   grim   outlook   on   himself?   A   good   question   he   would   have   to   figure   out   at   a   later   time.

               HIS   SNOUT   LOWERED,   NOSTRILS   FLARED   AS   HE   TOOK   IN   his   scent   again.   It   was   such   an   odd   one,   but   he   wanted   to   put   it   to   memory   which it didn’t take long to do. Once   he   had   it   traced   in   his   mind,   his   head   lifted   to   its   normal   place.   Golden-amber   looked   towards   the   moon,   huffing   a   snort   as   he   made   his   final   decision   then.   The   massive   wolf   took   a   small   step   back   while   his   body   began   to   shift.   Bones   bent,   shortened,   cracked   with   an   agonizing   sound   being   pulled   from   his   throat.   He   always   hated   the   change,   and   even   more   when   he   forced   it   like   this.   The   pain   almost   doubled   this   way.   

               HIS   HUMAN   BODY   LAID   CRUMPLED   ON   THE   GROUND,   FINGERS   DUG   into   the   dirt   repeatedly   as   he   tried   to   focus   his   thoughts   elsewhere   besides   the   pain.   He   groaned.   His   messy   dark   brown   hair   fell   in   front   of   his   eyes   like   a   curtain,   “   S-Shit…   ”   he   muttered,   his   whole   body   trembling   with   effort,   “   Man,   y-you’re   the   first   to   e-ever   pet   me   like   that.   ”   He   managed.   

rabbit  bloodied  were  not  violent  creatures. they  did  not  tear  into  flesh  until  said  flesh  attacked  first. they  were  gentle  natured  ,  docile. so  when  he  noticed  the  wolf  backing  down. not  simply  backing  down  ───  becoming  a  submissive  puppy. his  own  head  perked  back  up  as  he  sat  back  on  haunches. that  head  tilting  to  the  side  before  his  ears  flopped  and  quickly  tilted  to  the  other. how  odd  ,  a  wolf  acting  as  if  he  didn't  want  to  eat  him. not  at  all  like  luciel  was  complaining.      slowly  he  crawled  close. nose  twitching  as  he  sniffed  the  air. eyes  snapping  to  the  corpse. the  crimson  against  his  maw. &  yet  he  wasn't  baring  those  teeth  at  him. a  little  bit  closer  and  those  bones  slowly  snapped. it  was  never  painful  for  him ... anymore. oh  how  it  ached at first. how  his  body  twisted. his  own  change  kept  in  for  so  long. yet  now  it  felt  like  a  joint  being  cracked. that  air  being  released  from  between  tense  bones. like  a  snap  of  a  finger  ,  he  was  a  man  again.

red  tassels  falling  at  the  sides  of  black  curls. crimson  eyes  slowly  bleeding  back  to  grey  as  he  reached  fingertips  out  against  fur. lips  pulling  into  a  smile. canines  beaming  with  the  rest  of  his  little  sunshine  personality. ‘  hey.. it's  okay. ’  now  what  luciel  didn't  know  was  this  was  a  man  similar  to  him. even  as  fingertips  brushed  against  bloodied  coat  his  head  falling  to  a  tilt. ‘  your  safe ... if  it  helps  i  have  no  idea  how  my  antlers  work. sorry  for  the  scare. ’

[lunarshifted]

               HE   WAS   PLEASANTLY   SURPRISED   TO   HAVE   MADE   FRIENDS   WITH   HER.   She   was   a   sister   he   didn’t   know   he   wanted.   Bailey   had   no   siblings,   he   hardly   knew   his   cousins,   and   he   never   had   any…   good   friends.   It   wasn’t   until   he   came   to   Santa   Carla   to   seek   revenge   on   his   dead   family   did   he   meet   a   new   family   so   quickly.   It   was   a   nest   of   vampires   of   all   things,   the   sired   ones   to   the   vampire   who   destroyed   his   family.   How   ironic   could   it   get?   Despite   this,   there   was   some   tension   between   Bailey,   David,   and   Dwayne.   After   all,   Dwayne   was   the   one   that   dragged   him   to   David   to   see   what   his   outcome   would   be.   As   if   Bailey   would   allow   himself   to   die   by   their   hands,   at   least   he   hoped   he   wouldn’t.   He   had   that   cursed   alpha   gene   in   him.   Bailey   hoped   he   could   at   least   put   it   to   some   good   use   in   saving   his   life.   

               THE   BEAST   HEARD   HER   WORDS,   AND   AGAIN   HE   WHIMPERED.   HE   knew   forcing   a   change   on   a   full   moon   would   be   painful,   but   he   found   he   couldn’t   say   no   to   her.   Besides,   it   was   good   practice,   right?   He   had   no   one   to   teach   him   about   this   way   of   life.   It   had   to   be   trial   and   error   with   the   few   notes   that   were   left   behind.   

               THE   DARK   CREATURE   TOOK   TWO   STEPS   BACK   FROM   STAR,   AND   bent   down   to   the   ground.   His   fur   started   to   shed,   his   tail   (rather   his   spine)   began   to   shorten,   canines   receded,   and   the   sickening   sounds   of   bones   cracking   could   be   heard.   Small   whimpers   were   audible   before   they   changed   to   more   human   cries.   Thankfully,   the   shift   didn’t   take   too   long   for   now   he   was   just   a   bare   human   vessel   curled   on   the   ground.   He   shuddered,   an   arm   raised   so   his   trembling   finger   could   point   towards   a   bush.   

               ONLY   A   MINUTE   WENT   BY   BEFORE   BAILEY   FOUND   HIS   VOICE   again,   “   M-My   clothes.   Please,   ”   his   head   hung   low,   chocolate   strands   dripped   with   sweat,   “   I’m…   sorry.   ”   Bailey   swallowed   thickly.   

Out of everyone, it of course had been Star to befriend the werewolf, going as far as to trust him to venture down into the cave to actually see their hideout. David and Dwayne, of course, raised their concerns, Star having to nearly plead her case that he had no one else, and what was she to do; he could be with Thorn to keep watch during the day as human even, she had said.

Star's ringed hands rose to gently scratch at the creature's muzzle, a warm and playfully annoyed smile at the whine. "Oh, stop it," the vampire teased, letting the wolf's muzzle then move from to her stomach, nudging her with just enough force to get her off balance. It was truly like having another brother, the boys far outweighing in the girls in this little dynamic, but in a way, Star didn't mind it. She and the redhead managed to hold their own with the boys, Anna blending in more with them, while it was Star who brought the true femininity to balance it all out.

"Yeah, you're just so scary, so terrifying," she said with a laugh; after what happened between her and Dwayne, after seeing him become a true monster, Star was almost certain nothing could ever scare her; no werewolf or vampire. "C'mon, turn back, I don't want to try and talk to you with your thoughts. I want to know how the day was."

[lunarshifted]

               HE   HEARD   THE   FOOTSTEPS.   DESPITE   THEM   BEING   AUDIBLE,   HE   COULD   tell   they   were   light.   This   made   him   assume   it   was   someone   who   traveled   through   the   forest   repeatedly,   one   who   became   entwined   with   the   very   peaceful   environment   that   surrounded   them.   Someone   who   was   comfortable,   confident   in   their   knowledge   of   the   layout,   and   simply   confident   in   their   abilities.   

               THIS   LET   BAILEY   KNOW   HE   WAS   DEALING   WITH   A   SITUATION   that   could   split   fifty-fifty.   He   should   be   able   to   lean   into   one   way   if   he   were   confident   in   his   own   self   and   abilities,   but   he   only   placed   on   the   fake   mask   when   it   came   to   those   two   things.   Quite   sad   when   one   were   to   think   about   it.   Especially   given   the   future   that   was   bestowed   on   him   without   much   of   a   thought   of   how   he   felt.   Though,   in   a   way   it   didn’t   matter.   He   was   cursed   the   moment   he   was   conceived.

               WARM   BROWNS   LIFTED   TO   FACE   THE   OWNER   OF   THE   SWEET,   almost   alluring,   giggle.   She   was   beautiful,   no   doubt   about   it,   but   something   about   her   made   him   set   his   jaw   tight.   The   muscles   on   his   cheeks   twitched   with   uncertainty.   There   was   an   air   about   her   that   felt   so   unknown,   and   yet   was   so   comforting   and   familiar,   “   Huh?   ”   his   voice   finally   left   him,   though   quite   dumbly,   “   A,   uh,   weapon…?   Oh!   ”   he   blinked   hard,   eyes   dropped   to   look   at   his   camera.   Yes,   of   course,   that   was   the   reason   for   the   little   creature   to   run.   

               BAILEY   SHIFTED   THE   CAMERA   IN   HIS   HANDS,   QUICKLY   REVIEWING   THE   image   he   was   able   to   capture.   A   small   smile   pulled   at   the   corners   of   his   lips,   creasing   freckled   cheeks,   “   I   did,   ”   he   confirmed,   lifting   his   gaze   to   her   once   more,   “   Although   being   able   to   see   the   real   thing   in   person   is   better.   It’s   a   whole   other   experience.   ”

　𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭. they speak, in whispers and murmurs and sneers, about everything that happens all around them ▬▬ they know about the magpie that has returned with yet another gleaming trinket stolen from human hands, and they know that the azaleas bushes blooming on the northern borders of the woods have decided to cover the pebble path with their fallen petals to ensure that no human will come too close to them ... and now, they knew that a man carrying a strange scent was freely wandering around the woodland.

was it curiosity or hostility that brought the woman - fox closer to him ? across roots and moss - covered stones and wildflowers she waltzed, bare feet barely grazing the ground below as she diminished, more and more, the distance between them. she did not bother to quieten the sound of her footfalls, nor did she conceal her presence behind thorny bushes and not yet fully grown trees [ ... ] she was mischievous but playful in her approach, both ethereal nymph and shameless trickster.

a silver - belled giggle preceded her vocalization. ❝ he must have thought that you were wielding a weapon in your hands. ❞ most creatures within the borders of the forest were not accustomed to the presence of outsiders, even less to the bizarre and incomprehensible tools that they ofttimes would carry with them. this was a place yet untouched by the incessant passing of time, by all - devouring modernity. ❝ were you at least able to get a pretty photo ? ❞

[lunarshifted]

               THE   SCENT   WAS   STRONG.   A   SMELL   SO   NEW   THAT   IT   caused   his   enhanced   senses   into   overload,   and   in   the   end   made   his   head   feel   dizzy.   This   much   was   gathered   as   his   ears   flattened   against   his   head,   eyes   narrowed   with   concentration,   and   his   nose   twitching   nonstop.   The   creature   that   emitted   such   a   scent   was   new.   It   was   not   a   deer,   or   a   rabbit,   but   almost   both.   This   also   caused   some   confusion.   There   was   no   animal   alive   that   this   could   be,   so   this   must   have   been   some   sort…   well,   the   type   of   creature   he   was,   right?   If   that   was   the   case,   then   he   most   certainly   didn’t   want   to   fight.   At   least,   he   didn’t   want   to   fight   just   yet.   If   this   was   a   hostile   being,   then   he   would   do   what   was   necessary.

               GOLDEN-AMBERS   LOOKED   UP   AT   THE   NIGHT   SKY,   SPOTTING   THE   BRIGHT   moon   that   tugged   this   beastly   form   out   of   him.   He   made   a   small   snort,   chest   heaving   with   effort   and   choice.   What   should   he   do?   He   wished   he   had   more   guidance,   but   his   father   was   dead.   His   mother?   She   disappeared   out   of   pure   guilt   for   something   that   she   couldn’t   do.   He   was   alone.   The   others   of   his   kind   were   much   like   the   animals   they   became.   A   wolf   needed   to   be   able   to   help   himself,   especially   with   the   type   of   gene   he   had. 

              HIS   MASSIVE   HEAD   TURNED   TOWARDS   THE   CREATURE,   HIS   EARS   STILL   pinned   in   a   submissive   gesture—   a   gesture   that   would   soil   what   he   was   to   be.   Even   his   tail   lowered   just   slightly   between   his   legs   to   show   he   was   not   here   to   hunt   him.   In   fact,   he   backed   away,   stepping   over   the   deer   carcass   to   where   he   was   before.   Then,   almost   humorously,   he   sat   down   like   any   dog   would   as   it   waited   for   a   treat.

rabbit  bloodied  were  declining  ───  in  fact  there  may  have  truly  only  been  a  handful  of  them  left. many  refusing  to  turn  to  the  point  that  animalistic  side  of  theirs  no  longer  existed. where  as  others  had  simply  turned  fully  never  to  see  that  humanity  again. luciel  was  in  the  middle. he  didn't  like  it  ,  being  a  twisted  creature  based  off  a  child's  nightmare. nothing  about  him  seemed  normal  ,  nothing  even  felt  normal. a  giant  rabbit  looking  like  creature  mixed  with  a  deer. antlers  twisting  like  a  kudu. his  fur  brushing  like  a  fawn. front  paws  like  a  rabbit  yet  small  back  black  hooves. he  was  a  true  fucking  monster.     that  air  blowing  out  a  pink  nose  as  he  crawled  ,  hopped  in  a  sense. nose  sniffing  against  dirt  as  his  front claws  slowly  pulled  back  leaves. digging  deep  to  find  roots. but  there  was  that  sudden  feeling  of  doom. it  made  the  fur  on  his  spine  spike  up  as  a  low  snort  exhaled. they  may  have  been  prey  animals  ,  but  they  could  fight. did  that  mean  he  liked  to?  absolutely  not  but  if  was  him  against  someone  else  he  would  do  everything  in  his  power  to  win.      that  bizarre  creature  cut  the  corner  a  bit  too  quickly. he  was  hoping  that  feeling  was  a  human  ,  a  hunter. something  he  knew  for  a  fact  he  could  deal  with  quickly  and  get  out  somewhat  with  ease. but  this ... was  not  that. he  paused  in  his  step  with  crimson  eyes  widening. another  snort  as  those  back  hooves  lifted  and  thumped  harshly  around  the  dirt. a  warning  sign  ,  danger  ,  anger. it  was  enough  to  shake  the  ground  underneath  as  a  low  growl  bubbled  his  throat. head  of  large  lowering  so  those  antlers  pointed  outward  as  luciel  slowly  shifted  back.     he  had  absolutely  no  fucking  intentions  of  becoming  dinner.