The Werewolf (Game)

First Character here! Go crazy :)

It had been a calm evening so far, she'd been taking the train home, and she'd met this 'young' demon named Tomoko. They'd been the only two on the train car, and had had a quiet conversation. She enjoyed the talk quite a bit, and felt as though the two of them had similar outlooks on life; Hard to find meaning amidst the cruelty of reality. Everything was fine until the train came out of the tunnel, and into the bright light of the full moon. 

Before her eyes, her newfound friend began to shift and change, fur beginning to protrude from his arms, nose elongating into a snout. She'd never run into a werewolf before, but she'd heard of them. It was her job to help keep the city safe, and a werewolf was most certainly a danger to the city, but... it felt odd to potentially have to attack someone she'd been beginning to befriend. She had no silver, no polymorph potions on her at the moment... 

She reached into her bag and smashed her bottle of pseudo-water elemental on the ground, allowing the potion to wrap around Tomoko and bind his feet to the floor. It would buy her a little time to think. Her plan? Stall until the transformation ended. Maybe he'd be willing to talk about this once it was over. 

If she survived that long.

"Oh Miyuki...", Sade said as Beth, the now werewolf, swung some intimidating looking claws at her. Sade has been chatting with the human, and now, she turned into a dog.

"Y'know, it's kinda rude to transform into something else right in the middle of me talking to you. But hey, I'm not all too familiar with Earth customs..."

Beth let out a growl and pounced onto the alien defect. Sade hit the ground and made a primal sound. "gRaAck!!"

Sade glared at the Beth-Dog. "Alright, listen, this is starting to get real annoying. I'm gonna go. If I wanted to be attacked by someone I trusted, I would've started up a conversation with my idiot sister."

Sade pushed Beth off of herself and began to walk off. But as soon as she turned around, she felt sharp teeth bite down hard on her tail. 

"AAGH!", she yelped as she yanked her tail away from Beth. "Stop it! You're acting very childish!"

Beth started panting. She also had bits of foam coming from her mouth. "^Al..ie_n... n^ee_ds  ^to...  stay with Beth!!!"

Sade blinked in surprise. "Uh.. alright..."

She sat down and pet the now werewolf on the head. She seemed to like it.

Sade let out a throaty giggle. "Yeah, I'll stay with you... just don't freakin' bite me again! That hurt!"

Concord has been lounging around the dead of the night to solve the mysteries of his father's death, as usual. Strangely, the moon was extraordinary and bright, and this moon wasn't the usual full moon you would usually see. The brightness of the moon piqued his interest, gazing at it for minutes until long tailed humanoid alien popped out of nowhere, and her wide grin exposed all her sharp teeth.

Why does this chick look like something from his childhood cartoon, and why is he on his front? Vampires were enough, why this? These thoughts ran in his mind, seeming slightly fazed about the alien's image. "Hello. What are you and where did you come f-" Concord wanted to gather more knowledge about the unknown entity on his front. Casually, he asked the strange alien lady on his front until his words were cut as the alien chick started acting feral. Under the moonlight, the alien chick at his front soon turned to a pup, leaving Concord dumbfounded.

He had so much questions in his life, and why does this have to add up to that?

"...W-Weird flex, but okay." He took a deep breath, making his stance as he held a chunk of wood to defend himself. "Hey now, people do call me I do look like some chocolate matcha mousse, but not now."

She had been called just in time. The full moon was reaching its zenith, and the boy was starting to turn.

Pacify had never dealt with a werewolf before. Sure, she had faced a monstrous opponent or two, And was familiar with all sorts of criminals. But this wasn’t a criminal. This was a 14-year old with an unfortunate ailment, someone who most likely didn’t want to hurt anybody, but by design, would.

Who better to call for this situation than a non-violent hero?

Her tranqs were poised, eyeing the heaving kid. These would knock him out for the night, hopefully. She didn’t want hind to get hurt; or have him hurt anyone else. She had just arrived, spotting onlookers staring at the sight. He was in a clearing.

His breaths were ragged, and she could tell he was mid-transformation. He looked... a little scared, groaning and straining as fur started to sprout from his pores, his teeth sharpened.

“Kid,” she called out. “Don’t worry. I’m here to help.” 

Tranq raised, she closed one of her eyes.

“Just relax.”

"A skintight latex suit wearing werewolf mid transformation." Shade said as she snapped a picture. "Deviantart's going to have a field day with this." 

"Shade, are we not here to quell the raging werewolf curse?" Her companion asked.

"Your right Reinhardt." Shade replied as she dug something out of her jacket pocket. "Do you want da stick!?" 

The Diamond was so used to this it was almost a game to her. She waved her hand at Shade and laughed maniacally the moon of Shade's planet stopped glowing and the giant bent down to gander at her latest creation.

She tapped her finger on her chin as the werewolf attempted to attack her she placed her silver crown around the beast and burned its skin with the silver, she was stopped by the wolf nearly chomping off her fingers.

The moon crept under the horizon and Shade was free from Grey Blues influence. The Diamond left the planet feeling renergized.

"Oh jeez! Never thought I'd be fighting a werewolf today. Though, nothing surprises me anymore at the point." He yelled to himself as he dodged the snapping jaws and swinging clawed hands of the werewolf. Only a few minutes ago he was in an argument with this... blue lady, who demanded that he bent to her wishes or else. Thankfully, Diablo hadn't needed to find out what that those consequences meant. But now, he was facing off against a brutal mythological creature.

He cried out in pain as the beast bit down on his arm, puncturing his flesh and leaving teeth marks. He fell back, waving his silver dagger wildly to fend off the werewolf. Then, he got an idea. He took out a peice of raw meat, waving it in front of the tranformed individual. "You want this? Huh?" He got up quickly, taunting the werewolf for a bit of time. "Then go get it!" He threw it far off, and as expected the werewolf ran after it.

He ran in the opposite direction, luckily getting out of that situation. He'd tend to the bite later, but for now he was just looking to escape as quickly as possible, before the thing he had just encountered would come back to hunt him again.

There was no where in the world where you will never encounter a monster in your whole entire life. That doesn't matter to Vashari. She has battled them all and in the end Vashari is always victorious.

So to see a small child turn into a werewolf in front of her very eyes is no unnatural thing. She has dealt with the lyncanthropes before. She knows how it feels to be one too. But a werewolf is a werewolf, no matter how young. She equipped her axe, her eyes set on to the poor wolf child. Those who stand in her path all meet their end.

Leo is no exception.

mhm yeah lets revive this game for spooky month + to feed the little brain worms in my head
ducclord sorry for a ping after FOUR YEARS LMAO

Werewolves were far from uncommon in Ambrose’s city of Phantasma. In fact, they were some of the most common species you could find. But a wearbear? That was almost unheard of, and Ambrose thought he’d seen it all until the sight before him.

All he had wanted was to just take a pleasant walk in the night. Now, mind-reading revealed Vashari’s name to him, as Ambrose raised an disinterest eyebrow. “Seriously? Look, I’m honestly not in the mood to fight or anything like that. Don’t even bother eating my flesh, okay?” But that shouldn’t have even been a bother for him. Surprisingly, the werebear was far nicer than most creatures he’d ever encountered. All she did was shake his hand with her massive paw and smile. Ambrose’s tense expression was washed away and replaced with a look of amusement. Maybe he could humor this.

“Ah, you seem like quite the friendly chap! Presuming you can understand what I’m saying, how about we go watch that one movie? What was it? Ah, Winnie the Pooh: Blood and Honey! I hear the movie’s absolute dogshit, but I’d like to see if that’s true! Come along, I’ll pay for tickets and popcorn.” He supposed he had some time to kill after all. After all, what better treat in celebration of a new alliance?