This is Fathnir's half transformed body, the has clawed black hands too. I'll show a picture of his head in the next chapter.
I checked my phone as I walked along the long road. It was 8:27, and the sun had set deep into the horizon. The long road was surrounded by lush pine trees and as far as I could tell only led to one place, Mirstone. From what I could tell it was a pretty normal small town in the middle of the woods, it had about 50,000 citizens and a minimal amount of tourist attractions. To my knowledge the people who lived here were nice, some of the young ones were party animals but who isn't when you've just become an adult.
It was one of those nights that was cool, but had radiating warmth, making you shiver but never be cold.
As I walked up the road I couldn't help but notice I was thirsty, never a good sign. My sharp teeth started to noticeably poke at my lips and my throat was getting dryer and dryer. I felt the hairs along my neck prickle and grow. Having to concentrate all of my energy into not shifting. A lone man staggering down a road is suspicious enough. I kept walking.
A small sign came into view, "Welcome to Mirstone" it was quaint and cheery. I stumbled closer looking at the pine that was used to make the sign, it was well cut, they obviously had some good saws. I stumbled, almost falling to the ground but catching myself on the sign. The town was finally in view.
I slowly pulled myself together, if I wanted to get a meal then I needed to avoid looking drunk or high as all bloody hell. I slowly walked into the town, it was homey on the outskirts, wooden building and welcoming looking homes. I kept walking, hoping to come across a bar or a club or something. The walk was nice, the moon was a crescent and thin pillowy clouds floated in the sky. The green trees bristled in the breeze and wafted the the smell of pine over the town.
My luck had finally turned around when I came across a small club, there were 4 people waiting to get their cards checked and only about 30 inside. To be fair it was pretty early in the night though. Slowly I slipped myself into the alley next the the club, making sure that the bouncer didn't notice me. I could here the shitty music pulsing from inside the club
The alley was dark and had boxes and trash littering the ground. I slowly crouched behind a dumpster, letting myself go into my half transformed state, it was the most comfortable to be in. I waited, and waited, and waited, until finally I heard a single person leave the club. She was wearing heels and based off of the pattern she of her walk she was drunk and most likely in a mini skirt.
I grinned and tossed a can right as she was about to pass the alley.
"Hello, is anyone back there?" She sounded slightly nervous but was surprisingly calm. I moved slightly, trying to sound like an animal or maybe a sleeping human. She slowly crept into the alley, step by step she got closer to me. I swayed my tail out so it was the only thing she could see "Oh it's just a little kitty" she slurred. Right as she was about to reach the edge of the dumpster I jumped out, grabbing her by her shoulder and tackling her to the ground. She let out a squeal which was quickly cut off by my teeth ripping through her neck. Her blood was odd but hey, beggars and be choosers, I was just happy to finally have a meal.
"Hey! What's going on over there!" I felt the ground vibrate slightly as a larger person ran down the alley, I peeked up from my meal, swaying my tail slowly and snarling. "What the fuck are you man?" The fear was apparent in his voice, I guess I'm getting a double meal tonight. I stood up and stalked towards him, poor guy was too stunned to move. Before I could attract any more attention I had killed him too, it was swift and messy. At least his blood is worth it, very irony and sweet.
When I had finally concluded there would be no more sudden visitors I walked further into the alley, taking a few turns until I came across a nice place to sleep, not very open, good couple of yards from any dumpsters, with a lot of cardboard. I took my hoodie off and lied it down on said cardboard as a pillow, letting myself drift into the weird hallucinations that are called dreams.
First chapter is done bitches, hope you enjoyed.

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