[i]He was on his way home. A party for a fellow friend to commemorate the union with his beloved. A trip that should of been without trouble. The night was clear, and a cool breeze drifted across the moor. Yet he couldn't help but feel something was off, that there was something not quite right. How that night would change his life for eternity.

The attack was sudden a swift. He had been walking when he felt the air blown out of him, falling to the ground. Before he could register what had happened or get his breath back, he heard the sound of bone cracking next to his ear and pain envelope his mind. He barely saw the yellow tinted eye in his peripheral vision but knew at the time well enough it was canine. He used his other arm to grab the creature's muzzle the best he could and crush it, to make it let go if it wanted to breath. He was surprised it worked but had to be quick as the creature rushed him again. He felt its claws dig into his flesh as he wrestled it off of him, using all his strength to get it off. 

He knew he couldn't keep doing this, he had to run, had to find someplace that could give aid. He ran as fast as he could with his wounds unsure how he would die. From the blood loss or the creature tearing his organs out while he still drew breath. He saw a light in the distance and ran towards that, praying he could make it. He could hear the beast chasing him down, closer and closer it got, safety only a mere few feet in sight when the world went dark...[/i]

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Tholo woke suddenly in a cold sweat, unsure where he was. It took himself a brief few moments before he realized it was his house. He didn't remember himself walking home, but there he was on the floor of his home. He groaned standing up wondering why now had the nightmare returned? 

He never knew who turned him, a question that he buried in his past, eventually forgetting any attempt to seek out the wretched beast that had turned him. He accepted what he was now but the first few months if not years, he was terrified of himself, hated what he became and even attempted to kill himself. He had never had a choice of being what he was, only that it had happened and was stuck with the consequences. He really wasn't sure what he would do to the one who turned him if he saw them. Kill them for taking his old life away or embrace them for giving him a new one. More then likely he would not care, ignore them, by now they would be nothing but a long lost memory that was dragging up old wounds that were left best to be forgotten.

He walked over to the table where he had seemingly dropped his wallet and phone before collapsing into slumber. Once again he checked the phone for any return message from Trixy, still feeling that something wasn't entirely right where ever she was. Not just because of Trixy's sudden silence but another feeling, as if something had been cut within him, not painfully but just that as if an old tie that he had once had was now gone but why he had no idea.