A Werewolf is Born.
He ached. His whole body ached. E felt nothing like this before. He shook violently. Pain. There was a lof of pain. Head pounded. Skin itched and burned. He couldn’t think straight. A crack from his back and he fell to all fours. He scratched and clawed at the earth.
Air… he needed air. He began to cough. His chest expanded painfully. Someone around him asked if he was okay. Too painful to answer/ Another crack resounded from within him. He screamed. Armour. He needed them off now. His trembling hands clawed at the belt of the surcoat. Removed it. Surcoat was thrown to the ground. Pulled off the chain mail coif, then hauberk. Another crack and he yelled once more. Every organ in his body was shifting into place.
Fritz began to feel extreme pain. His back arched inhumanly. More cracks followed. The same voice questioned him again. He threw his head to the left. Someone stood there, just watching him. Before he could even begin to beg for help, his mouth began to burn. Canines grew to twice, three times their normal length. Fritz couldn’t keep his mouth closed. He could feel something dripping out of his mouth. Blood droplets pelted the ground.
His hands trembled even more. Nails began to grow. He scraped at the ground again. His back was arched completely. Feet dug into the ground. He tried to scream. To relieve his misery. He couldn’t. to agonizing. Nails on his feet grew. Felt his legs elongate. He quickly removed some clothing. He was naked but he didn’t care. The cold night air didn’t faze him at all. He cared more about his skin that continued to itch with more intensity. He wanted it to stop. He rubbed his arms, but to no avail. Under his fingertips, Fritz felt his own hair thickening. He gasped. IT was like his body was literally burning. His hair spread out. Something protruded from his backside. Another appendage. But that wasn’t the worst. His skull was on fire. Hands grasped his head, he tried once more to scream. This time the sound was akin to a growl. It startled him. Through his fingerrs, he felt his own ears grow pointed. But the pain peaked. He literally felt his face reconstructing, stretching into some sort of muzzle, almost like a dog. Jagged fangs were jutting out of his mouth. His eyes darted in every which direction. The pain had finally ceased but something came over him. Primal instinct. He tried everything to keep control of himself.
Now standing erect, Fritz was at least a whole foot taller than his tallest friend. He stared down everyone who had came to the party with dagger-like golden eyes. A gruff growl escaped him. Dark black fur covered the entierey of his naked body. His now canine-like ears stood erect. His giant hands-turned-paws were pointed menacingly towards the flabbergasted men. The tail behind him swished like it had a mind of its own. Fritz lips curled up revealing the deadly fangs that lined his muzzle.
Fritz sat up screaming sweat streaming down his face as he huffed out. His body shook as he tried to calm down his nerves. His first day of becoming a Werewolf always haunted him. His eyes shifted towards the clock as he sighed out, he slept in again. He slipped out of his bed as he walked lazily over to the washroom as he turned on the cold water to the shower. Stripping out of his cloths as he stepped into the cold water as it hit his hot skin. He stopped as he looked at his hand before he looked away as he focused on washing himself. Stepping out as he got dressed into his school uniform. He walked out of his dorm room as he looked around, everyone was already in class… he was late. He sighed out as he was going to get it as it was his fifth time being late. He had started a new year at this school, as these people seemed to have some sort of hope for him. As if they could teach him to tame that beast that was inside him. He opened the door slowly as he looked at the teacher who stood before the class. His eyes dropped as he hesitated before he walked to his seat and sat down. His hair still dripping wet from his cold shower.
