Thread: Riding Wolf (Aise & archonxeno)

Jason diInganni, 23, Male 6'4 , black hair, green eyes Jason had managed three full years of lycanthropy before his first village had found out his secret and chased him out with burning torches and pitchforks. Since that day, he had lived more wolf than man, though he kept his human form groomed and bathed so he could fit in when he went into town to buy food when hunting wasn't plentiful, or to scout for work her might do. It was difficult, however, not being able to call a place besides a cave in the woods home. He had survived four months since then, and, though he was tired of it, could not come up with a sufficient alternative. And so he hunted, dodging stupidly massive steel traps left for bears, chasing down deer, and other prey. He had hunted with a pack of other werewolves from time to time, and was accepted as one of them after managing to defeat another wolf in a short scuffle, but preferred to hunt alone most of the time. His wolf form was... unusual, to say the least. Jet black with gleaming green eyes, he stood out as something more than a beast. His speed was unrivaled, though his strength was less than that of his kin. In human form, his hair was the same color as his fur, slightly scruffy and a little lengthy, kept out of his face. It was possible for him to keep certain wolfish traits while in this form, and, when in the woods, he tended to keep the canine ears atop his head, simply for the advantage of heightened hearing. The werewolf was actually fairly young, only 23 years, having been turned while returning from his work as a miner on the outskirts of town. He had been accepted into the pack six months later, after he defeated the wolf who turned him, as was the pack ritual. His life quickly changed, for, while they were forced to change once a month for the full moon, most of the werewolves shifted nightly or weekly for the hunt, for the euphoria it gave them, the sensation of the kill and the rush of the fight. Jason quickly lost interest in such things, although he did like the way the change and the hunt altered his body. He was now lean and muscular, instead of the weird stocky blend of muscle and fat he had from his work. He was fit and fast and deadly, even human. And he liked that feeling. To be entirely fair, he liked the way the girls looked at him. But unfortunately for him, no pretty village girl wants to live in a cave with a werewolf, even if he is fit. He was actually returning to his cave on this particular evening, after a hunt that had gone less than wonderfully, when, lost in thought about his choices in life and how he might change his situation, he accidentally lost all control of his lot in life. Trotting through a small glade, his front paw landed in a patch of leaves, under which one of Rina's trap triggers was concealed. In a tumble and a flash, he suddenly was hoisted up with a loud yelp into a net, dangling from the tree. He was a flurry of whipping paws and tail and snapping jaws but each movement left him more and more tangled, snarls filling the air as he quickly realized his situation. Those snarls became soft growls as he plotted revenge on the man who put him in this situation, and how he would tear him limb from limb.