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Time had stopped.
Looks of anxiety, of fear, of hate now focused on the beast. What had happened?
Four drunken men had attacked a young woman as Nox wandered through the city streets where he was alerted to the cries of distress. Not taking a moment to thing, he jumped in to help the girl, albeit in vain. One more blow fell upon him, this time he could not control himself.

His cloths tore under the pressure of the muscles beneath them. His hands, now adorned with razor-sharp claws as his face lengthened to make way for a maw full of razor sharp fangs. Amongst the now silence of those around him, and icy howl was heard. Now bodies gather round to investigate the ruckus that ensued.

He crouched there as a beast, clothing tattered, letting out a soft moan.
“I just wanted to help…” He would whisper before his sense came to, far before he himself understood the situation.
A peasant made haste to stand up and draw his knife to speak harsh words “So it is true then, you are a werewolf! A fucking monster!”. Following this brave man’s lead, members of the crowd armed with sickles and simple sticks, threw all manner of objects at him.

He kneeled there, as he regained his senses and realized that any attempt to talk to the inhabitants was…futile. Why would they trust him, a cursed being? One last roar full of intensity sent the villagers into a state of panic, seems their bravery was short lived. A window, an opportunity for the beast! He fled, far far and away, deep into the forest where he would hide away from the atrocities of mankind.

Nox is mine
Story by me
Art by CindyWorks

Description

Time had stopped.
Looks of anxiety, of fear, of hate now focused on the beast. What had happened?
Four drunken men had attacked a young woman as Nox wandered through the city streets where he was alerted to the cries of distress. Not taking a moment to thing, he jumped in to help the girl, albeit in vain. One more blow fell upon him, this time he could not control himself.

His cloths tore under the pressure of the muscles beneath them. His hands, now adorned with razor-sharp claws as his face lengthened to make way for a maw full of razor sharp fangs. Amongst the now silence of those around him, and icy howl was heard. Now bodies gather round to investigate the ruckus that ensued.

He crouched there as a beast, clothing tattered, letting out a soft moan.
“I just wanted to help…” He would whisper before his sense came to, far before he himself understood the situation.
A peasant made haste to stand up and draw his knife to speak harsh words “So it is true then, you are a werewolf! A fucking monster!”. Following this brave man’s lead, members of the crowd armed with sickles and simple sticks, threw all manner of objects at him.

He kneeled there, as he regained his senses and realized that any attempt to talk to the inhabitants was…futile. Why would they trust him, a cursed being? One last roar full of intensity sent the villagers into a state of panic, seems their bravery was short lived. A window, an opportunity for the beast! He fled, far far and away, deep into the forest where he would hide away from the atrocities of mankind.

Nox is mine
Story by me
Art by CindyWorks