Post by ERIC JAMES RODRIK on May 31, 2013 10:52:17 GMT -5
The autumn sky was changing from a deep pink to the darker shades of night by the time he was able to leave the tower. While most of the living were getting ready to settle down and curl up for the night now since it was now more chilly than the late summer had been. One of the Arcane masters was heading into the Bronwyn forest as he did like a routine every full moon. He was one of the many reasons why the students were advised not to head into the Forest by themselves, and it was especially risky to go out during the night. Not that the forest to the west of the tower looked very welcoming during the night time anyway, there was always those dare devils who thought they were stronger and more powerful than even the masters. The human figure was darkened and disfigured by the long dark brown cloak he wore around himself. Sure there were more wereshifters than himself out in the world, but only a select group of people knew about his 'curse'. The masters had known when the he was first brought to the tower by his fellow Arcane Master Brutus when he was a young man, other than the masters only a select few Arcane Masters knew about him and this is only because they have to cover for him while he is gone during the night. His own sister has not a clue and he plans not to tell her unless he absolutely needs to. He felt diseased with this curse and he didn't want to disappoint his only sibling and family anymore than he has in the past. As much as Brutus told him to embrace this, Eric resents it even more.
Slipping farther and farther into the darkness of the woods his sense over took everything. Like a horse chomping at the bit his body started to flicker in and out of the normal human senses. His vision started to go blurry and his ears tuned into every noise, every twig snapping, the small creek gurgling, the birds chirping before they nested for the night. He groaned slightly and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands before shaking his head and picking up a faster walk. He knew very well how dangerous he was, he'd only failed once to get away from the tower before he shifted and that resulted in a few scars that laced up and down Brutus. The older man still tells that story to his students, how he survived a werewolf attack. It was almost like the old man who loved to tell fishing stories and lie about how big the fish was he'd almost caught, though Brutus had the marks to prove it, but he did lie about killing the beast. Instead, he was able to trap and restrain his friend with a few spells and some rope until morning. That was the only time Eric had screwed up, every full moon after that he made sure he was out in enough time. The last thing he wanted to do was attack and kill someone, the Masters would not forgive him nor would he forgive himself. He wasn't a bad person, but he could be very dangerous when he was in this form.
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Slipping farther and farther into the darkness of the woods his sense over took everything. Like a horse chomping at the bit his body started to flicker in and out of the normal human senses. His vision started to go blurry and his ears tuned into every noise, every twig snapping, the small creek gurgling, the birds chirping before they nested for the night. He groaned slightly and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands before shaking his head and picking up a faster walk. He knew very well how dangerous he was, he'd only failed once to get away from the tower before he shifted and that resulted in a few scars that laced up and down Brutus. The older man still tells that story to his students, how he survived a werewolf attack. It was almost like the old man who loved to tell fishing stories and lie about how big the fish was he'd almost caught, though Brutus had the marks to prove it, but he did lie about killing the beast. Instead, he was able to trap and restrain his friend with a few spells and some rope until morning. That was the only time Eric had screwed up, every full moon after that he made sure he was out in enough time. The last thing he wanted to do was attack and kill someone, the Masters would not forgive him nor would he forgive himself. He wasn't a bad person, but he could be very dangerous when he was in this form.
(WIP)
