Anomaly (Invite only)

[Fenris Fenrir]

It had been three days since the naturalist had come out of the depths of the Forbidden Forest, and he was still nursing his broken cheek that was encrusted in his own blood and the filth that was from the attacker's boot. His field clothes were covered in dirt and the Forest's undergrowth, but besides his face and his clothing; the man was left unharmed. The man's eyes; however, were a different story. Those who knew him from the past quivered when they saw the iciness in his blue eyes, but now; the iciness was melted and there wasn't any foreboding nature to the naturalist anymore.

Richard Rutherford brushed off more of the leaves and small twigs that had lodged themselves in his blond hair and beard as he walked from the edge of the Forest, but he froze in his tracks when he realized that this side wasn't the side that he had entered the Forest on. Not knowing anything about this part world; Richard decided that the only thing to do was to keep on going forward and hoping that he find a way to return to his starting point. Yet the minute he made any real headway, Richard tripped over a rock that jutted out of the ground at a strange angle, and that sent him rolling until more rocks slowed his descent.

Pain blossomed all over his body as the wounds on his face reopened and new ones started letting the precious, crimson life source of the man which started to spill onto him and into the grass. Richard tried to lift himself off the ground, but fell down with another crash, and it felt like a rib had broken this time. As the pain washed over his body like the ocean at high tide, the naturalist began to see things from the recent past; the strange woman who seemed to increase his love for the woods with every kiss, the brutal assailant who attacked without warning, the Demon who helped him, and the Nymph who was just really there.

Richard's blue eyes began to mist over as unconsciousness began to take hold of him. Before his eyes closed, which no longer seemed to be under his own will, the naturalist beheld the maw of what seemed to be some sort of cave. And what lived in that cave...the possibilities sent ripples of pleasure and excitement up the man's spin, but they were not enough to stop the pain that overwhelmed him.

When his blue eyes finally closed, the last thing that Richard Rutherford thought of was the beauty of the Forest and how the area that he was currently in couldn't compare to it at all. With that; Richard slipped into the world of the unknown; where dreams become reality and reality becomes figments of one's imagination.

[† Cealla †]

It was just any other day for the lycan, just a day spent lolling around the comforting darkness of the Tunnels and taking the occasional nap. It seemed that Xavier was gone more and more lately and she hadn't seen much of Rouge either. Besides her little adventures, she hadn't seen much of the outside world or even talked to anyone lately. A rather drab existance, at least in her mind. She wanted something exciting to happen, something for her to do. Anything but just sitting around and napping. She loathed inactivity.

Anything, anything at all would be better than such utter boredom.

Yawning loudly, she arched her back and listened as every vertebrate cracked. Her bleary blue eyes opened to glance around the room that she shared with her father and 'Lissa, not at all suprised to find that neither one of them happened to be there at the moment. Oh well- she'd have to go off and find her own fun again. She was totally capable of doing that, after all. Maybe she could go back to the lake and go swimming.

She padded along through the Tunnels, glancing around and trying to see if there were any other lycans around. Rouge, gone. Xavier, gone. Paige, gone. Raven-Skye, gone. It appeared that there was no one there except herself. Sighing, she allowed a small wave of lonliness wash over her and she wondered if maybe she would have been better off going with Sealla into the forest. At least she would have someone to talk to.

Picking her way through the carefully constructed Tunnels, she neared the entrance when a strange smell flooded her nostrils. It smelled human, most definitly human, mixed with blood and the sharp smell of the forest. At first she was afraid; someone must have fallen into the Tunnels. Maybe an unsuspecting student... they must be here to harm her, just like the vampires had tried to do. Her body instantly began to back away, but then she remembered what Xavier had told her. She should protect the Tunnels.

Her whole mood almost instantly changed. A snarl worked it's way onto her maw, her upper lip curling up and allowing a growl to come out. She advanced on the fallen man in a seriously predatory way, her blue eyes locked on him with a deathly glare. One single paw reached out and batted at his face, noticing his injuries.

'What are you doing here?' She questioned, her voice echoing harshly inside his mind. If she didn't like his answer, perhaps he would be left wishing he was dead. Nobody was going to harm her family ever again. Not while she was still alive.

[Fenris Fenrir]

Richard was brought to his senses by a surge of pain when something came into contact with his injured face. Wincing in pain, the man slowly began to open his eyes, which still fought against him; still desiring to stay closed. Yet it was Richard's curiosity that won over his primitive urge to drift away to sleep and his blue eyes opened up with deliberate slowness.

There before the fallen man stood a wolf with eyes as blue as his own. At first the primitive urge of survival rose up in Richard and continued to build up; telling him to strike this wolf, for the wolf might try to take a bite out of him. But it was the beauty of the creature that stood before him that stayed the fear and the hand of the naturalist. Once more his curiosity took over, and Richard just watched the wolf where he was sprawled on the ground.

Richard wasn't afraid of anything once his curiosity took over; many said that this was going to be his bane, and that he would pay some day for this flaw. The wolf enthralled him with the same ease that the Forbidden Forest had, and he had fallen for it just as easily; as if he knew that what he was dealing with was dangerous, yet the beauty made the naturalist desire to know why it was dangerous, and how so beautiful a thing could cause any harm.

It was the voice in his head that startled Richard back into reality; this was no ordinary wolf; this was a lycan. And by the tone of the voice, the lycan was a lycaness. Richard made no move what so ever as he cautiously eyed the lycaness, but when he tried to reply; blood spurted forth from his mouth and his reply was raspy from the pain that he was in. "I wish I could answer you, lycaness; I know not where I am, so how can I answer why I am here?"

[† Cealla †]

She watched with furrowed brows as he attempted to open his eyes, obviously very injured. Perhaps he had already learned his lesson- it looked like he'd fallen a long way down into the Tunnels. And it seemed like he was too hurt to be much of a serious threat, at least to her. So she could always just tie him up and allow Xavier to deal with him later, if she wanted. But no, why couldn't she handle him all on her own? She was old enough now, after all. And ever since the vampire invasion... well, there was just this drive in her to defend. She had to defend the Tunnels.

Why wasn't the man afraid of her? He should be running with fear, for she had displayed obvious qualities that must have made him realize that she was no ordinary wolf. But yet he didn't try to struggle to his feet or attempt to kill her. He didn't even try to strike her, something else that struck her as odd. How could she just kill him if he didn't do something against her?

But then again, he had already commited a crime against her by entering into the Tunnels in the first place. Accident or not, he was still responsible for his actions. And it wasn't like he was begging for his life either, like a pathetic, scared little human. Oh, how short their lives were. And how precious. But she wouldn't feel any remorse in taking it- she would do it to avenge the deaths of Kayla and Jagger. It would be a lesson to any foolish beings who dared to tread in here after this.

'You're in the tunnels.' She replied mentally, pacing around him so that she might be sure of exactly how large he was and how hurt he was. 'And I think you'd better be lucky I haven't just killed you right here, rather than asking stupid questions.'

[Fenris Fenrir]

The blue eyes of Richard tried to follow the lycaness as she paced around him; knowing that if he lost sight of her for a moment; anything could happen. While he had been laying on the floor of the tunnel entrance, the man was slowly regaining his energy and strength began to return to wearied limbs. Yet he still didn't try to move, for he had been among lycans before and they were the most unpredictable of all the magical creatures that he had seen. If one did the slightest thing to offend them in any way; the offender was as good as gone.

"The tunnels", murmured Richard as blood continued to seep from his mouth, "well then; that does complicate things." Richard had entered from the side of the Forest furtherest away from the Tunnels, and now was at least a day's walk away from his starting location. And judging by the lycaness' attitude, there was a very good chance that he wouldn't be returning at all.

Why was such hatred laced in the voice of the lycaness? Was it merely the fact that he had unknowingly intruded into her home, or was there something more? Yet it made no sense that she was letting him live longer than necessary. This lycaness had to be young, for any older lycan would have dispatched with this interloper immediately. No creature that the naturalist could think of showed any compassion when it's lair was disturbed, but this lycaness turned his theory around, and made his logic seem like nonsense.

"And why I am lucky? Your hesitation surprises me, lycaness", said Richard in a curious tone that was hinting to something more, "I am at your feet, and yet you do not kill me. Which leads me to believe that you have never killed an intelligent being before. Is it perhaps that I am correct in my theory or are you soft in the heart?"

[† Cealla †]

She continued to pace around him, stopping once again as she reached the place where his head lay. My, he really was more of a mess than she had expected. It didn't seem like he had enough energy to lift his head, let alone cause her any harm. Maybe she should just knock him around a bit, allow him to feel a bit more pain for his intrusion and then tie him up and allow Xavier to deal with him. But... Xavier was out for the night. She was there and it was her responsibility to take care of the Tunnels while he was gone. And what if the man escaped before Xavier got back? No, judgement would have to be swift. And this was something that she had to do alone.

A small smile tugged at her maw as he realized how far away from home he was. Perhaps his mother had never taught him to fear lycans, for there wasn't even a hint of fear in his voice. Why wasn't he afraid of her? Why? That was one thing she simply couldn't figure out. Some of the students had cowered at the mere sight of her- this man appeared to be older, but that didn't mean that he couldn't carry the same kind of fear in his heart. The same fear of anything that was even slightly different from his own kind. For that was how humans were, and she knew that. Oh, how she knew that.

But if she didn't kill him, then it would be sending the message that anyone could just walk in and then walk out unscathed. The vampires had done that, but they would pay. Oh, how they would pay. As soon as she was old enough and the pack was strong enough, she would make sure that they paid. Their immortal lives would mean nothing as she slaughtered them mindlessly, burning their remains and making it so that nothing of their pitiful existance could ever curse this earth once more. No other lives would be taken by them.

Suddenly, her eyes flashed black for a moment as she listened to his petty insults. How could he call her, a lycan of pure blood, a coward? For that was what he called her, in essence. A coward. A little puppy, too afraid to make a kill. What if she grew up like that? Too pure to even kill in defence, able to give out only mercy instead of pain? It would be a terrible existance, a life of nothing. Nothing for a lycan. She would be such a disappointment.

Thoughts flashed furiously through her mind, so quickly that she couldn't even concentrate on a plan of action. What to do, what should she do? Finally her brain locked down and she found herself lunging, lunging towards him with a terrible fury in her eyes. A fire unmistakable.

Her lips parted to reveal a set of canines that was not yet fully adult, but sharp enough to tear a buck to pieces. A mixture of a growl and a howl fell from her throat as her teeth bit down hard onto his right shoulder, tearing all the skin from it and damaging the tissue. The blood flooded her mouth and intoxicated her senses like a lust, such an unimaginable feeling.

But then she was pulling away, tossing her jowls and sending the blood and bits of skin flying across the room. Panting, she backed a few steps away and watch his blood flow freely onto the ground. It dripped from her own mouth like fountain as her eyes continued to blaze, infected with a fire.

"You dared me to..." She whispered, a child's voice coming from the maw of her wolfish skin. The full comprehension of her action hadn't sunk in quite yet, for she was still young and naive. But it would... oh, how it would.

[Xavier]

OOC: *pops a cork* Yay! Cealla's first lone attack! Bravo! *noisemakers and confetti galore*

Just tell me when I can come in, you two.

[Fenris Fenrir]

ooc: You will be informed Xavier as to when you can join in. We wouldn't dare leave you out of this

bic: Richard let out an unearthly scream as the teeth of the lycaness burrowed deep into his flesh. He should have known better than to make that comment, but something inside of him wanted to see how the lycaness would react to such a thing. The naturalist thrust his petty thoughts from his mind as the pain in his right shoulder increased, but in his current state there was nothing that he could do to defend himself and just had to bear out the attack. The crimson blood flowed from his body as the lycaness teared deeper into him, but as swiftly as the attack had begun; it stopped with Richard having less flesh when he first arrived and less blood as well.

Weakly raising his head so that he could gaze upon the lycaness, Richard felt something else other than the pain that emanated from his wounds. Realization dawned on the man's bloody face as to what was slowly starting to happen to his body. Once the process started; it could never be reversed. The blood that still ran in his veins began to raise in temperature; beads of sweat mixed with blood began to roll gently off of the man's face. Richard felt the urge to start convulsing, yet no matter how hard he tried to control himself; his hands had already begun to throb and shake uncontrollably.

Richard continued to direct his gaze on the girl, but his eyes were starting to burn from the pain within them, and the vessels in his eyes reddened and slowly began to change in their size. How could the girl not know what she had done? Everyone, or at least most knew that once you were bitten by a lycan that you would become one of them. She should have killed him when she had the chance, but now it was too late for that; now he was becoming her Frankenstein.

Panting heavily as the pain took more control over the man, Richard spoke in his raspy voice as he continued to cough up blood, but now bits of vomit were starting to come into the mix for his stomach felt like it was going to burst from all the pressure that it was under. "So, you say that I was wrong to dare you, lycaness? You were right about that, but now you fall short of realizing what your actions have caused. Do you not know what you have done to me? About what is going to transpire?"

But before Richard could say anything else; he lost control. His body started twitching uncontrollably and his innards felt like they were turning into jelly; but in reality, they were beginning to take on a new shape, something at was not human. As the pain consumed the man's mind and body, Richard let out another unearthly shriek that pierced through the surrounding area, but no matter how much he tried to control himself or how loud he screamed; nothing would calm the pain that he was experiencing.

"Girl!", screamed Richard in his agony and anguish, "leave now before it is too late for you! Flee back to where you came from. The process has already begun; don't get caught up in this now. I beg you, leave me to my suffering or you too may be at fault to suffer! Leave me!"

Why had he warned the lycaness to flee? Was there still pity in his human mind? Or perhaps the disease hadn't reached his brain yet and thus left his mind alone, but whatever the reason was; Richard still felt that she was an object to be pitied since she didn't know what kind of being she had just unleashed. He knew what he was becoming and she knew nothing or so her looks showed; the chance was never given to Richard to guess at why, for the largest wave of pain engulfed his body and mind; the pain was so excruciating that it felt that every nerve, tendon, and sinew in his body had snapped and was being reforged into something greater.

The only noises that Richard made now were roars of rage and shrieks of agony. Though the lycaness did not know it; the beast within him had awakened. The beast that thrived on only the basic instincts and desires; the intelligent Richard mentality was being thrust away and being replaced with this...monster.

[† Cealla †]

Backing away furiously fast, blood dripped violently from her mouth and stained the ground where so much blood had been shed before. It mingled with the dried blood of the dead pups, something that had yet to be cleaned. She hadn't had the heart to complete such a dreadful task; but now the blood of the lycan babies mingled with the man's blood. Her heart pounded so fast that she fear it would jump from her chest and onto the floor, adding to the bloodshed.

But her eyes were still filled with that terrible fire, and she had no regrets as the man screamed and howled in pain. None at all. She had done her job, her duty to this pack as best she could. He would probably die within the next few hours and then she could call Xavier to come and dispose of the body. That was something she did not want to do.

Smirking, she licked the blood from her muzzle and turned around, ignoring the man's pain. She would go back to her chambers, perhaps take a nap, and then check to make sure he was dead. Yes, he would die. And she didn't care, not at all. Her back was to him as he spoke, though as she listened to his words the smile faded from her mouth.

What would he become? So what; she had bitten him. He needed to be taught a lesson. Nothing bad would happen to her just from biting a stupid human. And he would die- so what was the problem? Wait... she had bitten him. And that could only mean he was going to become...

Lycan.

No! No, no. This was all wrong. Maybe she had to bite him a special way for that to happen. Maybe she should scream for Xavier so that he could help her. Or maybe they could just kill him before he changed, and this whole mess could just go away. She wanted it to just go away; she wasn't old enough to handle something like this on her own!

Whining pitiously, the cracking and changing of her own bones signaled to any onlookers that she had now changed back to human form. Shivering, her eyes widened as she turned around to find him shaking violently on the ground. It seemed like it was too late already. There was nothing she could do to stop it, nothing she could do to take back the power of her own bite. But there was one thing...

"Xavier!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, tears pooling in her eyes. "Help, oh god.... help me!" She took a few staggering steps back, no longer the cold, mature lycaness of only moments before. Her actions had begun to take effect, and there was nothing she could do to change it.

[Xavier]

The consistent throbbing of four paws pounding into the ground could be heared echoing through the grounds of the school. Any interested party wondering where the sound was coming from would have seen a silver blur flash by them as they seeked out the sound. It was Xavier. He had been down by the lake, drinking from the cool water when he had heard Cealla's cry. Frightened for his granddaughter, Xavier had immediately made haste for the Tunnels. His chest heaved as he ran, his lungs fighting to pull in enough oxygen so that he could retain his speed. His ears were constantly on the move, scanning for any threat to him or his kin. He could smell fresh blood coming from the Tunnels. He prayed that Cealla hadn't been hurt. However, as Xavier arrived at the Tunnels, he skidded to a halt and quickly changed into his human form, letting bones and tendons snap and pop back into their human form. He dressed in all black tonight, seeming to blend in perfectly with the darkness. His heavy, black leather combat boots thumped along the ground as he approached the entrance.

Once inside, Xavier's eyes immediately fell upon a slightly humoring sight. Richard Rutherford, the human who had stolen Sealla from him at the end of her lifetime, laid on the floor, hemhoragging blood from a deep shoulder wound. Xavier smirked and kicked the man in the gut as he laid there screaming.

"Serves you right, you insignificant b*****d. Your own curiousity has led you here, caused you to have been bitten. What a shame."

The Lycan knelt down onto one knee and placed his lips only inches from the injured human's own.

"Now you will know what it's like to live in my world, be cursed how I have been cursed, live in fear everyday of those who hunt you down for who you are. Now you're just a monster to your former kind. You're in MY world, now."

Xavier let his words sink in for a moment before getting back up and stepping over Richard's pain-stricken body. He looked into the shadows, only to find a frightened, teary-eyed Cealla. Xavier knelt down in front of his granddaughter and held out his arms.

"Come here, my dear. What's wrong? You did well. Now he will know the life that we have come to live, and he'll hate every minute of it."

[Fenris Fenrir]

As the swift kick from an unseen opponent drove the breath from Richard's lungs; the man curled up as if he was trying to protect himself should he be kicked again or should his pain break out only to cause more damage on his already weakened form. His head throbbed as if sledge hammers were pounding into his skull in search of his brain, and the beatings only got stronger. Yet from all of this pain; a new monster was born; this abomination was not Richard Rutherford, but a feral beast with a lust for blood and craving for flesh.

However, the monster had yet to win it's fight against the Richard mentality and it's urges no matter how strong they were could not break free. Not yet at least.

Richard lay prone on the ground; he had stopped coughing up blood, but his shoulder continued to bleed profusely and his body was still being reshaped with such a fast and painful pace it felt that he would be destroyed before this transformation was complete. But that's only how the mind of human works; it takes pain and quantifies it so that it seems like there is no other possibilities when there really are a multitude to choose from. It was then that a voice entered Richard's consciousness; such a quiet voice but it seemed that there was traces of inner pleasure in that voice as the speaker watched his trials of pain and agony.

Richard tried to open his now bloodshot eyes, but all he could see was a black blur; perhaps it was Death come to release from this hellhole, but Death was the voice that had spoken to him earlier and it merely walked away from the man who was experiencing tantalizing pain on a scale that he could never imagined possible. The first stage of his transformation was over; the bones were still being changed, but his eyes and hair had changed their color. Perhaps Rutherford's genetic makeup reacted in a way unimaginable with infected bite of the lycaness, and that caused this or maybe there were other forces at work. No matter what the cause behind this change was; Richard's blue irises had changed into a shade of brown that bordered black, and his blond hair become as dark as the dirt that he lay on.

There was a brief interlude in this horrible transformation for Richard, and the pain momentarily died down and he was given a peaceful hiatus. His body was still transforming and bones still cracked and bent into new angles and shapes; but this pain could not be compared to what Richard felt in the beginning. A little sigh escaped the man's blood caked lips, and with that sigh; something else left the body. The Richard mentality had lost, and now it and all of its memories, thoughts, and experiences escaped in the course of that sigh. Now the monster had reign of the body; now it could finally act, but it was too weak to do so now.

Yet when the sigh had fully escaped the thrall of Richard Rutherford's lips; the pain shot up through his body as a kindled fire does to dry wood. The pain was increased tenfold; the changes began occurring quicker starting with grey fur appearing all over the body of what once was Richard Rutherford. The beast that dwelt within let out a blood curling roar of frustration and pain, but no sound had come from the mouth.

The beast that now was in Rutherford's body had sent it's first mental message to it's fellows.

[† Cealla †]

Xavier hardly needed to hold out his arms in sympathy before she threw herself into them, squeezing her eyes shut tightly to try and erase the terrible image of the man writhering around on the floor. Waves of guilt flashed over her- she had turned this normal man into a monster. He might have had a life in the outside world, with a wife and children. What would he do now? It sounded like Xavier wouldn't accept him into their pack, so he had no choice but to flee to the forest.

But still... what had she done? She had taken a normal man and made him into something... unnatural. But if this man was unnatural, wouldn't that make her some sort of freak as well? Maybe she really didn't belong here; perhaps the world was meant to be ruled by man and not by beast. Where would that put her? Somewhere, stuck in the middle?

"I.... I didn't mean to!" She sobbed, hoping that somehow, Xavier would forgive her for her awful actions. "He provoked me and I didn't know what to do and you weren't here so I just bit him! But... I forgot that this was what would happen..."

The roar from the former man echoed inside her head, only reminding her of what she had done and making her cry harder. What would Alissa think of her? What would the rest of the pack think? She had bitten someone; but she was too young, too small! Could she ever be forgiven?

[Fenris Fenrir]

The mental roaring continued as the most arduous stage of the transformation began; the thrall that once was Richard Rutherford continued it's painful dance with fate. The throbbing inside the being's head increased and pain burst everywhere as his entire face was being molded into something completely new. As the potter shapes it's creation the way it wants to, so did the disease that changed him. His face from his nose down to his lower jaw began to enlarge and started turning into a muzzle. His skull and other facial features slowly turned into those of a wolf's, but only with blood pouring from everywhere that was affected by the transformation. The once human ears grew longer and became pointed and those of a wolf.

The thrall of Rutherford had a wolf's head while the rest of his body was still going through the change; the change that would later prove to be one of worst that any sane person would have to go through. But as the being with the wolf's head howled out it's agony to the roof of the Tunnels, the grey fur continued to grow everywhere. The howling was so eerie and unnatural that it would chill the bone of any student that would hear such a howl, but that was nothing compared to the sound of snapping bones which had speed up and at least every bone in Richard's formal body was broken and changed it fit in it's new form.

Parts of Rutherford's body seemed to turn into jelly as the bones put themselves back together; the bones in his leg shortened and pain was ever present as they contracted and reformed. His hips started to change from their original position so that they would support his new legs. His arms adjusted so that they would be the same length as his legs and his hands and feet grew smaller until they were the size of a wolf's paw and fur began to quickly cover where once soft, weak, skin had once been. This magnificent grey fur that covered his body now was the highest part of the change, but there was still one thing left for his transformation to be finished.

A flash of pain erupted from where the tail bone was in the thrall's body, and slowly a bushy and grey tail emerged from where the tail bone ended. The transformation was complete, but all was not well. The deep wound on the grey wolf's shoulder still bleed, blood trickled out of it's muzzle, and more cuts and wounds that were created in it's painful throes bleed as well. The newest lycan was a mess, but it was not only the body that received damage; the mind took a beating as well.

The monster that dwelt in the body of Rutherford was in such pain; it didn't know how to express itself. It just whimpered pitifully in it's pain and misery, but in it's eyes; utmost hatred and malice was evident. The wolf's chest heaved in and out with each breath and another thought was sent to the other lycans. 'So...now...what am I? Who am I? This...this is how I always was, wasn't it? I am one of you, am I not? But then why is it you cower in fear and you stand by and let her? I..I am not one of you; I can't be! You stare at me as if I was something perverted and wrong, and yet I have done no harm, have I? I..I must have done something to deserve this...so I shall leave.', thought the monster with a snarl.

Turning tail, the beast fled the caves of it's fellows and ran off as fast as it's new legs could carry it. Bones still popped as the grey wolf sped away from his birth place, and hatred filled it's mind for those that saw him as a abomination. And that awoke another craving deep within the beast; the taste for flesh and blood; to feel the ecstasy that came with the consumption of raw and living flesh. The pain that this being endured would be repaid on the those that rejected him; in some form or another. They would feel the wrath of the being; the being without a name.

ooc: meh. Muse started to die near the end, but it works.

[† Cealla †]

Blood, there was blood everywhere. She could see it almost running red from the walls of the Tunnels, the blood of Sealla, the blood of the pups, the blood of Xavier. And the blood of the unknown man, the man who's life she had just changed forever. She didn't know if it would be a change for better or for worse, or simply just a change. All that she knew was that she had unleashed something uncertain, something confusing. This man didn't know his path and such things could most certainly be dangerous. Perhaps he would rampage around for a while, wreaking havoc. Or maybe he would discover the light and return to the Tunnel Lycans, to become one of them.

One of them... the phrase echoed in her mind crazily. One of the lycans, one of the tunnels. One like herself, acursed with such fur and skin, such duel forms. Cursed and blessed, gifted and sinned. Had she sinned to deserve a life like this? Had this man sinnned, and has she only been acting under the will of some ultimate power?

There was such uncertainty as the man ran out, off to a life of god-knows-what. His words scared her, scared her into finally doing what she had wanted to do for minutes- run away. Her bloody feet made quick contact with the dirt as she made it into her own room within seconds, slamming the door behind her and panting hard. What a sin, what a sin!

Such a terrible little child. Cursed. Beautiful, like her grandmother, with a figure like her mother's and a will like her father's. Cautiously, she raised one hand to her mouth and felt her human teeth, the teeth that passed on such a gift and curse to a stranger. There may be beauty, but there was also pain.

Her whole body had flopped down on the floor within ten minutes, curled up into a little bloody ball as her chest rose with the even sighs of sleep. Blood stained her little seven year old cheeks, causing her to look like a small, bloody angel. What a powerful mind for one so young.

[Xavier]

OOC: I'll post soon, Cealla. I need to find my muse again. X.x