Thread: Beast's Bountious Beauty (Ruphhausin/TheDuchess

As the rain softly fell, it was a deceptively calm seeming day at Edinburgh Castle. He looked down at the city of Edinburgh, movement in the city causing him to focus his eyes. Part of the curse allowed him to see down into the village down below, and a smell that was out of a dream. It was something that had helped bring him to the Castle, and helped in a small measure to make his life easier. Susan..... That was the name of the beauty that the Castle promised him. It was not something he expected, especially when he had made he way to the Castle all those years ago. Seven years, and his waiting would soon be at an end. He had been a soldier who made his rank, one who had fought all his life scrapping and scraping for every little bit of anything. He had been very poor, doing some things that no boy should have had to, but he made it through. He had started dreaming about her after the very first time he had seen the Castle as a boy. He had gotten lost for hours, finding rooms that seemed to never exist for anyone but him. He never told anyone, but the drawing that he made, so very accurate with the rooms others knew were real, he still had. The War made him half of the Beast he was, but touching the medallion that he now could not get rid of got him the rest of the way. In Iraq, he had stolen it from a shrine that had to date back to the days of Nebuchadnezzar II. He would later learn precisely when it was from, and then it was too late. It was after he woke up after the first killing he made, the body torn apart, that he sought his answer. When God cursed Nebuchadnezzar, he turned him into a werewolf. The little old Jewish man, a professional mystic and writer, had recognized the amulet, and had always talked to him with silver on hand. For weeks, he told Angus about the fact that he went from being an SAS man to being a werewolf because of his recklessness. And he snapped and went on a period of violent behavior, ending in him having to come home to find the song of the Castle again. The nights of lonely rage, and terror-filled nightmares, he walked the length of Scotland that horrible week. Soaking wet and shivering, he reached Edinburgh and walked the entire length of the town for several hours. The Voice of the Castle directed him, and he marked the breadth of the town in the ways he knew. Along the way, he found the things he would need to begin his squat of the Castle. He burst into the main body of the door near the statue of Robert the Bruce, who he strangle resembled, and in his half form he made the few people flee. He laid claim to a number of things, making several of the rooms of the Castle all his... at least to the public. The Weave of the Castle clouded the minds of some, and he was never questioned by many. He was the Laurd, and as long as the tours were silent when he allowed them he was happy. The Beast would appear at night, and someone would get lost for a while to entertain him.... With his deep and dark eyes, and with his dark hair smoothed back, he waited and watched as the one called Susan drew closer to the Castle.. his Castle.... and he smiled with his full lips showing his perfectly white teeth. His eyes would change, mainly between jade to very dark green. He was very ready, as now, she was coming and she would be his.