Loner Joining

[Fischer]

Character Name: Fischer
Character Birthdate: May 18th, 2009
Gender: Male
Species: Wolf/dog. Third generation with mixed parents.
Is your character a Luperci?: Yes
How you found 'Souls?: I'm coming back -Tear-
Are you joining a pack?: Loner for now.
If joining a pack, are you joining IC or OOC?: I would do it ICly.
Profile or three writing examples: I am going to do writing examples, since I don't know who Fischer is yet, beyond this first scene.

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They called us monsters.



He ran. There was nothing more that he could do, but run. The escape he had always pictured was wild, filled with confidence. Never easy, but without obstacles, beyond what he was leaving behind him. They were always furtive, fleeting thoughts to get him through the day, because he knew that if he thought too long, they would see it in his eyes. Then he would never get his day.



This was not his dreams. His heart beat so hard he felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest, and he could barely catch his breath. The foliage tried its best to hold him back, branches scratching at his face, vines grabbing at his legs. He ran blindly, and they ran behind him. His pulse in his ears deafened him to the world.



Someone snagged his ankle, and he howled in panic, losing his balance and flipping into the undergrowth, his attacker wrapping foul, calloused fingers around both of his legs. His momentum flung the half-were over him, but it wouldn't let go. He flailed and twisted, kicking desperately, and snapped at his second pursuer as it approached, in full wereform.



"We've caught you, beasty," it snarled at him. Fischer cried, scrabbling to roll over and regain his feet, but held in place from the hips down. Pain shot up his side. The werewolf lowered its head to his, crouching down to do so, and breathed on him, the scent of gore rolling heavily off of its heavily bloodied face. Fischer almost retched. The were's jaws parted again, and Fischer's panic peaked. I can't go back! He wrenched his body sideways and upwards, slamming the side of his muzzle- and a mouthful of sharp teeth- into the werewolf's face.



He was on his paws, but they were no longer paws. He kicked his feet, but the were that had had him so firmly by the waist was already being pushed away as his legs grew, painfully cracking and jolting, agony rolling up his sides like a wave. Kicking hurt, like a shockwave into his spine, but the werewolf was caught off-guard, still hugging his legs, and got a heavy paw full of sharp claws in his gut. He whimpered, and Fischer kicked again, and again, his breath coming in short bursts as he struggled to get away not just from the halfling dying at his feet, but from himself.



He was seized by the neck, a thumb pressed up into the soft part under his jaw, as the werewolf wrenched his head around and looked him in the eyes. The were's lip was split in three places, bleeding from the gums, a snarl affixed to his scarred face.



"You disgusting whelp, you can't change wh-" Fischer lunged forward, using the halfling behind him as leverage. Blood trickled down his throat, but the fur and flesh under his teeth was his goal. He bit down, scrabbling frantically to throw what weight he had against the were, whose hands closed tightly around his neck. He felt half-hearted grabs at his feet before the halfling grew still. His head swam with pain, the trees grew stars in their branches, and the werewolf at his mercy bubbled out something unintelligible before his hands grew still and fell away.



Suddenly being left with all that weight, Fischer fell to the ground as the werewolf slumped, dead. He gasped for breath and lay there, shaking.



Move. They're still coming. Move.



He couldn't bring himself to.



They called him a monster. They had made him one of them.

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Omg, so long. Here are two of Agani's threads, 'cause... I have no idea what happens to Fischer next. I have an idea of prior to, but not the whole thing =3



Agani 1



Agani's joining thread.[/html]