jucheong
The panthera. The strongest species on Earth, the ones that every human being wanted dead, the ones that were known to only wreak havoc and cause mass destruction. It was not easy being one of them-it was a curse.
They were born as panthers, but they were turned into human beings the moment they killed someone. That was the trigger of the curse. Because of that they were torn apart from the wilderness, and were forced to live among humans. From there they began to adapt to human life, and live among their prey.
They were the strongest among all, but with every advantage came many drawbacks. They had immense strength, healing abilities, the sharp instinct of a wild animal...anything that made them more powerful than any human being. But when they turned back into their original selves-panthers, it was as if something dark had taken over their minds, their bodies. Something beastly, something ominous, something deadly. Something uncontrollable.
It was who they were, and the worst thing was...
They couldn't do anything about it.
I knew exactly what it felt like to be something you couldn't be, to be hunted down just for being what you were. I knew what it felt like to not have any control over yourself, to let another part of you take over your body, your mind.
I knew all that because I too, was one of them.