“I am the cursed one…” he whispers through the growls of pain that echo through the silent night, skin being ripped apart by his own claws giving birth to a dense black fur, covering all of his body. His eyes, icy blue eyes, are the only thing reminding his humanity, now that he is nothing more than a beast running over the dark fields under the great silver eye. An endless torment until the break of a new dawn.
In the morning, the beast had become once more just a man, laid down, naked and bloody on the floor of his bedroom, dreaming…As if a murder could dream… The room where he stands, living alone, was covered with old pictures, blood and shards of a broken window . “Shit…” he whispers waking up to his real nightmare. He looks down at his body, looking at the new open wounds and taking off some pieces of glass from them, slowly getting up and walking to the shower, letting the hot water fall down on him, in his mind trying to run away from the horrible memories from last night. With his eyes closed, listening to the water drops , as his right hand lifts up, his fingers slowly tracing the lines of his curse mark, a iron burned mark, similar to a wolf’s head howling carved over his chest, while sadly whispering “I shall forever be…the cursed one…”. After some minutes, he walks out of the shower, picking up his usual black clothes and dragging himself to college, his headphones stuck on his ears trying to free his mind from the physical and mental pain.
Wolf, Hunter Wolf was the name of the 19years old young lad… A tall and strong man, black hair and beard, his torso and arms almost fully tattooed trying to hid the bigger physical scars… Art student at college and cursed by every full moon nights since the age of 17…
When getting to college, he sat down under an old tree lighting up his cigarette, taking a deep drag, letting the back of his head go against the tree, closing his blue eyes as the smoke slowly abandoned his nose. The sky was grey, no sun, looking like there was going to start raining anytime soon, no one on the street but him. Seconds later he felt a soft touch over his shoulder, and he opened his eyes looking around for something or someone “Hunter, let’s go inside…is gonna start raining soon” a soft voice said as he smiled gently at the other.
