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★_★【Mason The Lycanthrope "Noble"】★_★ ✯☠
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Mason followed the scent for just a bit longer, though realizing the path she had been trailing was routing back to his original transformation spot. The sword upon his vambrace had began to glow, signaling the only thing he cared about. His time was ending. The lycan looked up, and saw the bright white orb in the dark sky close to being shrouded by the smoky clouds. And by the looks of things, he would be safe for the rest of the evening. It was then did the man's memory strike him, the beast now bolting for the streets and continued for the back alleys. The flashes of red and yellow dawned upon his vision, the human voice now blaring within his ears. He had to return, as to not draw any suspicion to where he had been, or what he was doing. The people he brought attention to, would surely keep busy attempting to track the lycan, and now his rage was sated. The moon glided towards the darkening air, though just in time for Mason to reach near his spot where he left his belongings. After having shed his clothes, the lycan was glad to see that no one had taken it upon themselves to ransack his things. However, his sight blurred deeply, and the pain of his body reverting crushed through him. He yelped and growled in agony, though it quickly faded and his human legs returned. The anger no longer fueled him, and all that remained was the sheer clarity.
Mason collided with the wall, his body shrinking down to its normal stature, though a little bigger due to the elongation to his form. Fortunate that his clothes were a size bigger, or else it would have been embarrassing to have to get home in his underclothes. His breathes of relief only stuttered as the sound of his sword hit the pavement next to him. It had stopped glowing, and now the one thing he needed to do was to get back to his house. Yeah. The man stood up, and made his way over to his clothes, and put them on as securely as possible. The sheathe for his cane was still intact, a marvel to admire since he always had to replace one. He brought the weapon in its rightful place, and slammed the golden end onto the ground with confidence. "Ah, alright. Time to get home, dear thing..." He whispered to himself, after having tossed the can upwards and swiping it from its height. The lycan walked from the dark alley way, though not without noticing a small group of individuals along the path. One was fairly familiar, within he blood rage having the man within memory. However, his true goal was still within his mind, the scent of the woman the beast had been chasing, now permanently branded into his senses. He would know where to find her were she to be out, and possibly compensate her for the wild hour that he had been bestial. To be honest, having to be forced to change was odd, though when he allowed it, he was always in complete control.
Mason's thoughts soon returned, and realized that the man who had attacked him was also within the path he usually took to get home. It was something he'd have to go through with, the noble now walking on the opposite side of the street. He would avoid eye contact, and pretend to be in his own world, red eyes brightly glowing within the dimly lit streets of Caldwell.
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Mason followed the scent for just a bit longer, though realizing the path she had been trailing was routing back to his original transformation spot. The sword upon his vambrace had began to glow, signaling the only thing he cared about. His time was ending. The lycan looked up, and saw the bright white orb in the dark sky close to being shrouded by the smoky clouds. And by the looks of things, he would be safe for the rest of the evening. It was then did the man's memory strike him, the beast now bolting for the streets and continued for the back alleys. The flashes of red and yellow dawned upon his vision, the human voice now blaring within his ears. He had to return, as to not draw any suspicion to where he had been, or what he was doing. The people he brought attention to, would surely keep busy attempting to track the lycan, and now his rage was sated. The moon glided towards the darkening air, though just in time for Mason to reach near his spot where he left his belongings. After having shed his clothes, the lycan was glad to see that no one had taken it upon themselves to ransack his things. However, his sight blurred deeply, and the pain of his body reverting crushed through him. He yelped and growled in agony, though it quickly faded and his human legs returned. The anger no longer fueled him, and all that remained was the sheer clarity.
Mason collided with the wall, his body shrinking down to its normal stature, though a little bigger due to the elongation to his form. Fortunate that his clothes were a size bigger, or else it would have been embarrassing to have to get home in his underclothes. His breathes of relief only stuttered as the sound of his sword hit the pavement next to him. It had stopped glowing, and now the one thing he needed to do was to get back to his house. Yeah. The man stood up, and made his way over to his clothes, and put them on as securely as possible. The sheathe for his cane was still intact, a marvel to admire since he always had to replace one. He brought the weapon in its rightful place, and slammed the golden end onto the ground with confidence. "Ah, alright. Time to get home, dear thing..." He whispered to himself, after having tossed the can upwards and swiping it from its height. The lycan walked from the dark alley way, though not without noticing a small group of individuals along the path. One was fairly familiar, within he blood rage having the man within memory. However, his true goal was still within his mind, the scent of the woman the beast had been chasing, now permanently branded into his senses. He would know where to find her were she to be out, and possibly compensate her for the wild hour that he had been bestial. To be honest, having to be forced to change was odd, though when he allowed it, he was always in complete control.
Mason's thoughts soon returned, and realized that the man who had attacked him was also within the path he usually took to get home. It was something he'd have to go through with, the noble now walking on the opposite side of the street. He would avoid eye contact, and pretend to be in his own world, red eyes brightly glowing within the dimly lit streets of Caldwell.
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