Aug 19, 2005 22:16
Fenrir Greyback enters the community in only a loose shirt and pants, bare feet padding silently on the ground. He smiles as the last rays of sunlight filter behind the trees.
He is in perfect position.
The full moon is as bright as a mother's eyes, and he lets it wash over them. Suddenly he crumples to his knees and lets out a yell that might be of laughter and might be of pain, his entire body spasming. Limbs creak and lengthen, cartilage snaps and twists itself into new forms, muscles contract and mutate into something that can no longer be called human.
Before the end, a werewolf with silver-tipped fur stands panting wildly, its golden eyes roaming the landscape for any moving figure that could be its prey.
Typist: Okay. First off: Comments may become R for violence. Big werewolf here; things are going to be bloody.
Two: If you post a reply, please, please, please, tell me what you want to happen to the character, whether death, biting, mauling, or just general frightening. I don't want to do something to a puppet that people do not want to happen.
Third: Feel free to attack, maul, or otherwise harm Fenrir. I understand he may die by the end of this. That's fine with me. It's not like it's permanent. *g*
Thank you.
mad sweeney,
namo,
spike stoker,
teatime,
sanguini,
fenrir,
andy venizelos,
pepper,
fiyero,
sarah