OoC: Anyone here is free to join, but only up to the amount of me and two others. Please, read my character before posting. Also, I’ll be writing in first person, and using Sebastian. Links in sig.

EDIT: I've decided it can be three, so there's one more spot, because Ranarath has joined me and Selah will be joining me.

IC:

The radiant semi-circle moon peeked down at me through the trees. I raced through the underbrush, entirely human in form, while letting the slivers of wind slice through my hair. When you were like me—a werewolf, that is—sensation was all that matters. Not sentimentality, not anger…all that mattered was the pleasure that soothed natural instinct.

It wasn’t that our people had forgotten how to feel much emotion. We hadn’t; it was even something our instincts craved much of the time. But our people were ruthless. If we were hungry, and felt like it…just felt like it, we could strangle a human being to death and devour them from the inside out without feeling the slightest hint of remorse. Sure, we knew how we should feel. But what’s it matter if we don’t feel?

Skipping over a dead branch with the utmost grace, I let my mind wander. My mouth slightly opened, and I let my fangs loose. They slowly began to elongate as my feet continually weaved their ways through the forest, as if on autopilot. A razor-sharp tip emerged from my harmless human canines and I pricked my finger against it, giggling blissfully as it leaked a pinpoint of blood. Pain and touch—it was my reality.

I burst into a clearing and willed myself to erupt full-fledged. My knees hit the ground with a thud and my sordid fingers clutched the earth. I could feel it happening—I could feel my ragged, sharp claws protrude in the soil. Jaw extended and hair sprouting like mad, I soon became a hulking mass of matted white fur and piercing emerald eyes. Just like that, I wasn’t human anymore. I never was, I presumed. But when you could be this…so free, so alive, why be human in the first place?

Moonlight pounded down on my back. Out here in the night, it was as bright as the sun to me—my head went up, jaws opened wide, and I howled, howled until the moon could hear me.

And then I was rudely interrupted.

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"Maybe it's the sum of a million coincidences we don't quite control that brings us to a particular place
at a particular time, or maybe it's the choices we make, the actions we take. If there's one thing I've learned in 85 years, it's
that what we want doesn't always matter. But then again, sometimes it's all that does." - Mick St. John