"Erwin-" his father begged as a large hand grabbed Erwin by the shoulder and ripped him away with inhuman strength. His back hit the opposite wall and forced the air from his lungs. He spluttered but managed to stay on his feet. He was pressed to the wall by one large, clawed hand. It was the Beast. "Please," he found himself saying, pathetically, as the Beast's features became more pronounced in the darkness. It was brown and shaggy, bear-like, and incredibly ugly. Two fangs protruded from its lower jaw menacingly, and matching horns curled from its head. "Please let him go. Please spare my father." --- A retelling of Beauty and the Beast but as Eruri