Realistic or Modern 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘, 𝕕𝕦𝕞𝕓 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕨𝕠𝕝𝕧𝕖𝕤 | ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ

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ekoutrakos
The pain was ungodly.

The crucifying fires of hell.

It seared across his spine, as the vertebrae shifted and transfigured into a curved. Bones cracked, clothes ripped, screams echoed. It hurt dearly, every time in fact. It was possible it would never get any easier despite being a mauled by a lycanthrope when he was just seventeen. Years ago and Ewan still didn’t keep a record of the calendar of the full moons. It was just an instinctive sense he accustomed himself to as the shift in his mood usually declared the upcoming lunar event. Though this time, he did not expect it. Bones forcibly elongate and change their shape, moving so drastically that they ruptured through his skin. Hands stretched rather comically, opening into long clawed hands.

“No. No. N—“ His pleased became inaudible, a radio whirring to another station, a low deep growl as his nose broke through, now, transforming into a snout. Hair began to grow all over his body, they started then, eventually, growing to thick wiry fur. Ewan stumbled, backward, defacing his bedroom of any orderly conduct. He held his head, flailing wildly. His clawed hands digging straight into his head; pointed, long ears that where almost elven sprouted from the sides of his skull. The only thing that was human-like where his eyes. Oh his eyes, complimented so much on how angelic they where. Not anymore, they soon too transformed; rabid and animalistic, hungry and desperate to escape the confines of his room. The window. That was it. His thoughts held not even a trace of rationality as he transitioned into his Lycanthrope form. He burst through it, shards slicing his furred body.

The callouses on his feet—paws— softened the landing. Luckily Ewan’s house was the furtherest from the main town, on the thin border of the forest and civilisation. The moon hung lowly, a huge bulb that lit up the sky with its translucent light. Hungry. Hungry. Kill. The lycan stopped, sniffing the air. His eyes twitched; a satellite, picking up the slightest sounds. The village. No. too many people. He could end up the one being killed. Instinct driven, he darted on all fours into the thick brush of the forest, leaving a trail of clawed bark and flattened grass.

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A few hours later.
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A deer. That was his meagre kill. It didn’t suppress his ravenous hunger one bit. He wanted more. Imagining the taste of human made him salivate heavily, frothing at the mouth like an animal with rabies. All he wanted to do was kill and eat. The monstrous quarter of him wanted to infect but human thoughts clouded that area. No, there can be no more like him. He was the one and only alpha of the town. Yet, everything came at a cost. He had moved to the town not so long ago, and with the previous moons and he had kept close to the forest. Until today. Today he was unprepared for this full moon. He didn’t realise; a stupid, child-like mistake. Publications and rumours of a beast circulated the close-knit quiet town, records of sheep and cattle being slaughtered by something similar to a dog, or a wolf. Though there where no wolves in England. Not for centuries anyway.

Ewan stopped. His sensitive hearing picking up the faint, but heavy, footsteps. A growl escaped his throat. What where they doing in his forest? It was always considered his forest on the full moon and he defended his territory to the death. Standing upward, at seven feet, with a slight hunched posture, he howled. A loud, drawn out howl that echoed through the branches of the forest. There where no other lycanthropes like him in this town; but this howl was a warning for those who dare.

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“Guys..” the young girls voice, ripped through the cold air as she paused. Cold air circulated out of her mouth and hung in the air almost like a dim fog. Her long curly brown hair, laid over her hooded jacket as her small 5’1 frame hurled closer into her jacket.
Elaine had lived in the small town, her whole life only leaving at the age of 18 and returning now at 23 because of the winter holiday. Snow under her feet, didn’t muffle the laughter of her friends that aimlessly walked on. Not heeding the slightest warning that had come from the animal. Standing the nearest to Elaine, was a girl named Molly her long black hair, reflected the moons light as she walked, aimlessly following behind her fiancé, a man named Skyler.
Skyler, was tall about 6’4 with dirty blonde short hair and a demeanor about him that demanded attention. Elaine was certain, Skyler hit Molly behind closed doors yet would never say such a thing at least sober, or outloud.
“Guys..” Elaine hissed again, as she felt the familiar tug of fear pushing out of her stomach and into her throat as they walked farther into the woods. The echoing laughter of Molly’s cousin Miles ahead of them. “Damn, you guys hear that dog!? Let’s go gut it and skin it alive!”

 

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Dog. Skin. Alive. The pounding thoughts that throbbed inside his head was too much for him to bare. The voices of the meagre humans were loud in the silent of the forest, his forest. The snow was icy beneath his feet, fleeting thoughts circled his brain; it sounded like there was many humans there, it was apparent due to the laughter and boisterous playfulness of the young adults, it hurt his brain. On two legs, the wolf-man tip toed, the snow muffling his footsteps. He was close. He could smell the fear radiating off of one... A female... He could taste it.

Ewan's hot breath mingled with the cold air, creating delicate clouds that swirled through the air. His animalistic thoughts getting the better of him, he stopped, the fur on his back spiking upward. He could see them, Ewan's glowing eyes fixated on the vulnerable humans through the brush.

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Licking her lips Elaine wasn’t exactly sure how much farther to go into the unknown darkness. She had played as a child at the edge of the wood, being told rumors, stories of the ancient beasts that live within. Her parents believing the rumors had made sure, Elaine never even inched towards the tree line.
Coming out here, was a mistake. God this was all a mistake, she wanted so badly to be curled up at home with a book, watching her younger brother and his daughter hang lights and bulbs from the Christmas tree, not out here in the cold with these hoodlams.
“Guys..” Elaine’s last attempt at any sort of warning, was lost in vain. The howling, the excitement that ripped through Mile’s lungs could be heard for hundreds of miles.
“I see it! Ya’ll get over here and check this thing out!!!”

 

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It was blatantly obvious how stupid the humans have been. So careless to what was next to come. The wolf looked small, crouched down anyway, yet standing upward he stood at seven feet. Drool hung, bouncing from his mouth which was contorted into a heavy snarl. His face was screwed upward with warning. Kill, kill, kill the internal animal instincts growled in his ear, the careless boy was about to have the surprise of his life—

It came clean off, the blood didn't begin begin to squirt manically about until around 4-5 seconds after. It gushed through the air, watching as the boy screamed, violently waving his other hand about. He growled loudly, whipping round to finish the man off. Relishing every ounce of blood and flesh, more killing for sport than for food. He stopped, though, eating him, he had to save room for the rest. But look! They've all begun dispersing, running childishly away. More fun. He thought, licking the claret from his lips, stepping over the lifeless body of the boy who he'd killed. Ewan turned to see a girl, but the instinct to kill subsided, he stared, looming over her, trying to shake off why. He let out a little whimper, a sound so innocent from a gigantic monster like himself, before rapidly turning, running back into the dense forest, sadness and confusion in his eyes.

 

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She had fallen in the snow, over a large branch her feet deciding to torture her one last time. The snow was cold under her body, as she had fallen. Her body, vividly shaking as her heart pounded in her chest.
Yet the monster didn’t attack her, ...it ran? It ran deep back into the blackness of the forest like a nightmare, yet the screams she heard from her friends miles away from her were very real. They’d left her to die, how nice, since she was the one who’d warned them.

Nobody talked about what they’d seen in the woods, nobody bringing it up as Christmas drew closer. They blamed Miles’s death on an accident the police not even knowing the truth. Tonight, Elaine rubbed a clean damp rag over her aunts now clean bar. The local hockey game blaring over the sound of an ancient juke box. The usual hum of a Wednesday night.

 

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Cold sweat damped Ewan's hair as he strolled in the bar, rumours of a murder springing around the town. The experiences he shed in his wolf form were unmemorable, he couldn't quite grasp what happened. All he recognised was flashes of red that equaled blood, screams and the desire to kill. He hated it. Hated every minute of the curse that bore down on him. He just wanted to die. His suicidal tendencies always led him to actually committing the sin himself; yet Ewan always managed to survive. Overdose; his hyperactive blood would drown out the poison. Slicing his wrists; it would heal. Jumping off a cliff; his bones mended. In front of traffic? Well, the cars always seemed to slide out of the way. The only option he had left was drowning, or burning alive. There were probably other ways to die... Alas, his creativity wasn't big, taking his suicidal muse from television or movies.

The bar buzzed with the television blaring in the corner. Hockey wasn't his thing, so he didn't pay much attention to it. All he wanted was a drink, so a drink he asked.
"Pint, please." He said cooly to the barista, brushing the cold out of him. With an angular jawline and protuberant cheekbones, Ewan has an alluring aura about him one cannot shift. His striking soft grey-blue eyes captivate their onlookers, holding them into a magnetic trance when their gaze is attached. His is hair is wild and untidy; an metaphor for his untamed personality. Skin; a medium hue with a slight blushed colour on the sides as well as freckles dotting here and there. Rather tall, about six feet four inch, Ewan's build doesn't look very suiting for his height. He isn't very muscular, in fact, he is considered rather skinny.

 

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Leaning into the counter, Elaine rested lightly on her elbows. “You didn’t say a pint of anything specific, sir.” Raising her eyebrow Elaine stood on the tips of her toes pulling a pint glass down from the very top shelf, cursing her uncle inwardly for making everything so far too high for the young woman to reach. It was a cruel joke Elaine decided that the whole world had decided to play upon her, along time ago.
Putting the pint glass down on the bar, she blinked at the man not necessarily phased by his buety the way a few other onlookers were.
Pouring the first, handle Elaine could reach she watched as the pint filled before, sliding it in the man’s direction. The small chime of the dinner order, the couple at table fourteen ordered chimed in her ears as she turned around to grab the hot wings and cheese fries.

 

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"Perfect," Ewan winked, charmingly but wait... Wait. Wait. Wait. He'd seen this girl before. Something about her glinted recognition in his eye. It was not obvious, no, in fact it was a rather subtle hint. He could not recall the time if he had ever seen her before, yet it was apparent that they have came in contact before... It was a strange attraction that called him to her, they've never spoken before yet he felt a strong connection. Like he was imprinting on her. No, that could never happen, or could it? "So..." He gulped, blood pooling over his cheeks in anxiety, "How are you?" Ewan was crap, absolutely shit at trying to start conversations, but at least he had a go...

 

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Why was this man talking to her, like they’d been old friends for years? Sighing inwardly she did her best not to sound very rude, he was a paying customer after all.
“Tell you what love, you order something off the dinner menu and I’ll tell you whatever your heart wants, until then I’m a little busy.”
Moving past him she brought more beer, and more fake smiles to the table she had just waited on. Batting a drunk man’s fingers away as it slightly moved against her chest. Like a magnet, that usually happened the young girl could time it almost perfectly now most nights.
Who would touch her, who wouldn’t bother, and who would succeed.

 

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Ewan rolled his eyes fluidly, a dismissive expression, he could be delusional but there was a chunk of possibility that he could not be. He was sure he had seen this girl before, why did he feel so connected to her? But, Ewan was not a creep and he would not be harassing this young girl like the many people at the bar were. It angered them to see their desirable gazes stare in awe in a perverted way, how disgusting!

Picking up a folded, laminated menu, not-really-looking at what was for offer, his eyes grazed the woman himself, trying to grasp how and when he had seen her. Ewan sipped his icy pint of whatever, the alcohol drenching the insides of his mouth, savouring the fizzy taste. It was obvious Ewan had been staring for too long, caught in a day dream, the aversion was not subtle.

 

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Laughing she plucked the menu from his fingers, tossing the plastic to the side with a slight thump against the table. “Do you like cheese fries with extra bacon? Because I do, great sir I’ll get your order ready right away.” Sticking her tongue out, she knew she was actually ordering food for herself but that was fine. If her boss came in, on one of her usual monthly visits Elaine would be sitting on break in the almost empty bar.
Sliding the food between them, when the fries did come up she leaned back in the small booth her own eyes blinking into the man’s. “No, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”
The wolf. Her brain screamed as she did her best to make her hands steady and not shake. The thing..in the woods, was also human.

 

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Downing the pint and wiping the froth off his lips with the edge of his sleeve, Ewan pursed his lips in a great amount of shock that the woman his eyes were stalking spoke to him. His eyes fluttered downward in a shameful reposeful way, to make it as casual as possible.

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"Oh, no I haven't seen you eith—" His words were cut impossibly short. No. No. It couldn't be. Without warning, tears began to prick his eyes yet they were shallow and only the sort of ones you get when you look at a bright light. Ewan was not an emotional person; well he was, but it grew away after his first transformation. The life of a werewolf really hardened you up. Emotionally he was made of stone, yet his guilt and attacks he bore out were something that really hit him hard. "—er," he finished his sentence with a gulp, feeling bile rise from his stomach and too his mouth. It was a small town, attacks would soon become more noticeable. "I think I better be going, I'm not really that hungry, thank you for offering earlier..." Ewan was a polite young man, but he expected her to want to have questions.

 

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Well, she was very very confused. Eating the rest of her fries Elaine sat in silence for a moment before standing up. Her shift was over just around 3 am, the woods would still be dark and just maybe she’d find the large creature lurking beyond the trees.
It was a death sentence wasn’t it? Going deep in the woods after her friends cousin had just died a few weeks prior. Fresh snow crunched under her feet, as they pushed forward. Cold puffs came out of her mouth and hung in the air she walked through them. Darkness, engulfing her as she walked deeper, not sure what she’d find. Maybe nothing at all.

 

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Ewan ran. Ran as fast as he could to escape the bar. Dark veins engulfed his facial features. One of the factors of transformation was extreme emotion and the full moon episode. The extreme emotional changes he conceived were great. The meagre tears that blobbed his eyes turned into raindrops. He was a monster. He was absolutely disgusting. He hated himself, killing innocent people. Running, he dived into the woodland area, Ewan's legs sprouted in an elongated fashion, the bones popping to create a 'v' shape. Fur grew as his clothes ripped, it was impossibly disturbing. He didn't fully transform, though, he was currently in a state of half-man half-wolf. A state were he could actually fixate on his thoughts.

Cowering behind a tree, Ewan was whimpering. His clawed hands up to his face as he cried like a dog... Not a wolf

 

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Her ears picked up on the noises a dog would make, maybe Mr. Wilson has let Lucky out again, then damned dog had run in and out the forest the whole time Elaine was growing up like nothing had actually happened to him.
“Lucky, here boy..” Elaine listened as she tried to actually tell where the whimpers were coming from, maybe the dog had got his foot caught in a bear trap? Taking her phone out, the young lady used her flashlight not exactly sure what she’d come across until she was right on top of him almost literally.

Large, was the first thought that came to mind. Fur, sharp nails; no claws. But a head of a man..the guy who’d come into the bar just a few hours before. Elaine was startled and then stunned into silence. Her voice once she found it sounded braver than she ever imagined it would be in such a situation. “Well you definitely aren’t Mr. Wilson’s Lucky.”

 

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Ewan, in his wolfish form, grimaced at the brightness of the torch, his body hunched over. He was about to turn and run when something stopped him. He did not know what, but with the torch glimmering in his eye, the wolf-man stopped. He didn't growl or budge, let alone run. It was a strange moment. A connection between the woman standing in front of him and the wolf's eyes. A long drawn out wine escaped his throat, he crouched over submissively; half wolf and half man. It was an ugly sight.

 

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Elaine wanted to run, run far into the forest and cry out to anyone who even looked in her direction asking what could be wrong.
Yet she didn’t move, the young woman stood frozen as she looked at the oddity in front of her.
No breathe, seemed to escape her lungs as she stood very still. Maybe if she moved, it would attack her, it would rip flesh off and eat it like jerky. Putting the phone down slowly she turned the light off. Standing with just the light from the moon. Sticking her left hand out, she extended her fingers, closer and closer, as close as it would let her reach.