[img]http://i.imgur.com/QRij9MW.jpg[/img] [hider=Prologue] [url=http://picosong.com/m8X7/]A cold wind blew through the cemetery that day. Quickly drying up any sorrow it met and drowning them in the rustling of leaves as it passed uncaringly.[/url] A lone soul stood on a small green hill just outside Santa Somabra and before him, beneath a great autumn tree. He closed his eyes and mouthed something - out of hope and in long overdue, regret. From the depths of his trenchcoat came a single white lily which gently floated down onto the stone. Silently, he walked away. Where the flower fell, words were etched into the slate. [i][center]"In memory of Julian and Amelia Vigil." 1967-2015[/center][/i] [/hider] [i]Trembling hands wound tightly around wires in the darkness. The moon passed overhead, it's frosted light seeped through and caressed a pale ghasted face. It caught his attention and the man warily looked up at the night sky, shirking from the glow which poured through a hole in the ceiling - he knew he did not have much time left.[/i] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vigil had spent the last few hours in a tunnel leading out to the canyons, an abandoned route that now only remained in the shadow of a brand new highway. With only his elixir to keep him sane, he worked through the nooks and crannys of the place. Stringing metal wires to the pipes along the walls and pulling them taut across the road. When a blood curdling howl pierced the night air, it elicited a reaction from him as he fought himself not to reply. [i]Not yet.[/i] When the last knot was tied, his hand grabbed hold of a bloody stump, part of a carcass - of something he knew not what and he dragged it along the path. But it smelled fresh, he could still sniff out in it's blood, the struggle it put up when it was still alive. He hated to admit it but there was something alluring about that scent. Something about it that satisfied a primal curiousity. Perhaps, even a lust. He grimaced. [i]It would soon be over...[/i] Vigil let go and looked back over his hunching shoulder. In the utter darkness, he could hear the faint chime of glass, where shattered remnants of mirrors strung to the wires danced unseen with every gust that came through. Like the wind, he knew the beasts would come running through as well and while his clothes had protected him from the deadly shards, their fur would not - for something as tainted as that would only burn from the virtuos metal. Something he knew all too well. [i]All Vigil needed now was to let them know to come...[/i] [hider=The Change] Suddenly. He lurched forward, wrapping his right hand around his ribs as his body shook violently. Vigil dropped to his knees and started coughing, spattering blood on the wall as his voice box mangled itself and sharp teeth pushed through his gums. Agony washed over him as he felt his bones grow too large for his frame, piercing through the skin and veins of his hands and toes in gory symphony. He tried to hold back from screaming but when his face started to painfully stretch forward, tearing at every single nerve he knew, he couldn't help but let out a tortured groan. The last human sound he would make that night. Then as he fell, already heavily muscled limbs stretched and twitched into bigger, more gnarled forms, over the white of his bones. Covering them in fresh sinew, skin and finally - fur. But his innards were still not done shifting and growing, squirming visibly like snakes underneathe his thick hardened torso, forcing rivulets of drool from his throat and out his bloodied, snarling mouth. In the long moments of the curse taking place, where the pain had overwhelmed his senses and the world started to loose colour, it also took over his mind and his memories along with it. Only his last thoughts which he so desperately clung on to had remained, Vaguely, but They were all that would keep him alive tonight. The transformation took a long time to complete for him, when it was done - all that remained of his clothing were mere ribbons on hulking shoulders, and the only semblance of his former self were his dark, still scowling, eyes ...and a small red patch at the back of his neck where his scalp used to be. [/hider] --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A second howl bellowed from the depths of the city, ringing the ears of all who heard this one deeper and louder than any other. It called out to those who understood it, telling them ...no, [i]taunting them[/i], to come find it's owner.