Hey just saw this challenge and after some convincing from a friend of mine I decided to take it on and go for the Beast route, cause who doesn't like werewolves? Wish me luck in making this at least a decent story.

'Another day, another well earned bag of silver.' Thought one young man to himself as he walked down the well worn dirt road of the small village he resided in with a smile on his face.

Said man looked to be around his early twenties with lean yet muscular build with lightly tanned skin gained from being in the sun for such long periods of time, but if one looked closely they could see tiny faded scars along the exposed flesh. Standing at six foot three he towered over most, with his wild mane of spiky black hair that fell neatly to his shoulders along with a small goatee of the same color. His face, while quite rugged, was quite handsome in a savage or roguish kind of way, especially with the fanged grin he sported that showed of his longer than normal canines and his dark green eyes that held a sort of primal hunger in them that made people shiver if they stared for too long.

The man's attire consisted of a simple pair of brown leather boots with some sack cloth pants and an open black leather vest that showed off not only his impressive physique, but also the tribal wolf tattoo on his right pectoral. Although if one knew his secret they would realize that the latter was no simple tattoo, but actually a mark to symbolize the curse that has effected him for nearly his entire life.

This man was Colton Pelleas, or just Colt as he liked to be called, a simple man that had lived in the small village on the edge of Eostia for the past two years doing odd jobs to make a living. When one would ask about him most people would call him, dependable, kind, and even to a few of the younger women, handsome. Yet those thoughts may have changed if they had known his most closely guarded secret, and that was that Colt was a carrier of a terrible curse, a curse that on the times of a full moon drove him wild with bloodlust and forced him to take on the form of a beast against his will.

To be simple, Colt was a werewolf, half man, half beast and one of the most hated monsters in the world due to their savagery. While his kind was not as hated as the Orc's for their ways of raping women his kind were well known for slaughtering any that stepped in their line of sight no matter gender or age. So despite the accelerated healing, superhuman speed, strength and senses, and the ability to just be one with nature like any other creature of the forest, Colt despised his curse and therefore himself.

He didn't want to be like most of his kind who simply hid in the woods, killing anyone that came by for either sport or food. Nor did he want to be part of the band that had ran off and decided to join the Dark Queen Olga Discordia in her quest to conquer the continent with her monster army. No, what Colt preferred was a simple life like he was living now, free of hardship's and not having to worry about being hunted down by werewolf hunters for something that he had no control over.

Sure he could have been a guard, or soldier and with his enhanced abilities and previous fighting experiences he could have easily risen through the ranks. However, that would have driven the risk of his curse being discovered through the roof and so he was unwilling to risk it.

Looking up into the clear, cloudless skies of the small village he now calls home Colt could not help but be thankful that fate had been so kind to him up until this point. But then he smelt it, the putrid odor that he had smelt only once before but never truly could forget. The scent of Orc.

Just after the scent had reached him a loud horn cut through the air freezing everyone in the village at its call. It was the alarm horn for an impending attack. Civilian's rushed around to gather whatever belonging's or family they could before fleeing to the nearest fortress which so happened to be Lady Claudia's. Colt however was stuck where he was cursing himself for possibly jinxing his peaceful life in the small village, now if he fled with the others there was an even higher chance of him being discovered for what he was along with being executed on the spot.

So instead of following the other villager's towards the safety of the Shield Princess and her fort Colt decided to make a run for the nearby woods where he would go every month on the full moon so his beast blood could be released without fear of him harming any of the populace.

As he quickly and gracefully ran through the village with all the skill of a born predator Colt was soon stopped by a horrible but also invigorating sight. Strewn before him was a battle between the few village guards and the Orc band that had come to raid it, and more than likely defile its women.

Bodies of both man and monster lay thrown throughout the field as both sides clashed weapons. The guards were holding their own for now but they would soon break under the Orc's numbers and overwhelming strength. These issues however, didn't concern the lycanthrope as he was too busy trying, and failing, to keep his primal instincts in check. His bestial side roared out for him to join the carnage and feast on the bounty laid before him in fresh blood and victims that he had long since denied ever since coming to live in the village.

The call was almost deafening to the point that the battle was completely muted out in favor of his own rapid heartbeat and adrenaline fueled veins crying for sweet release. Just as he was about to snap though and go on a full blown rampage, Colt reeled in his instincts and used a trick taught to him by another cursed one like himself who had learned to control his primal urges over his many years of possessing it.

'The beast itself is mindless, nothing but instinct and drive with no direction or reason. Give it reason and drive it towards your goals. The stronger they are the more control you have and the deadlier you are.' Colt repeated the old lycanthrope's words inside his mind as he did just that.

He grasped on to the primal instincts swirling within him, but he did not shut them away, oh no, instead he focused them on a specific target. That target was the Orc's, the same ones who had now ruined his peaceful life and was forcing him to reveal his shameful secret in order to not only survive, but also to save the human guards whom he had becomes friends with a few, though after today that may change rather quickly.

With a deafening roar from his maw Colt charged at the nearest Orc, who like the others had been startled by the primal roar that struck fear into the hearts of both men and monster alike. The giant beast had just enough time to widen his eyes before Colt lashed out with one of his new clawed hands and ripped the monsters throat out.

The Orc stood in shock for a moment before finally falling to the ground dead with it's blood staining the ground, it's giant axe falling beside it.

As the two opposing sides stared at the man in shock, and quite a bit of fear, one of the guards decided to speak up, albeit a bit hesitantly.

"C-colt? Wh-what-" he began before slamming his mouth shut when Colt looked him in the eyes. Those eyes that were once so kind now blazed with a primal fury that could bring a dragon to piss itself in terror.

"Go. Get the villager's out of here and leave the prey to me." Said Colt with a deep growl in his throat that made the men gulp nervously.

"B-but what about yo-" Started another guard before being silenced by Colt's angry roar.

"LEAVE BEFORE I KILL YOU AS WELL!" Roared Colt.

Without another word the guard's fled, leaving the kind man they once knew turned primal monster to face the Orc raiding party alone. Seeing that they had left Colt turned and faced the shaking band of Orc's that had ruined not only his day, but also his entire life in this village.

"Now I hunt." was all Colt said before rushing the Orc's on all fours just like the beast driven monster he was.

Everything was a blur for Colt. Seconds, minutes, hours, it didn't matter as no matter how much time passed Colt only knew how to spill the blood and rend the flesh of his prey. With just claws and teeth alone the werewolf ripped through the Orc's ranks, sending blood and limbs flying through the air, some cut off with his claws while others were ripped from their owners with his savage strength.

The Orc's, after getting over their initial shock, had tried to fight back against the monster that turned on them but with no avail. Every wound they made healed almost instantly and was rewarded with a missing limb or two. They then tried to flee in fear, but Colt's speed easily caught up to them and the slaughter began once again.

Colt relished in the carnage. After so many moons of repressing the beast he had kept dormant inside, the chance to finally let loose was nothing but euphoric. He savored every drop of blood that coated his claws, relished every painful or dying scream from each new victim, and he absolutely enjoyed every look of terror he saw in each victims eyes right before he made the light leave their eyes.

Yet just as soon as it had begun, it was over and Colt now found himself breathing heavily in the middle of a proverbial slaughter, completely drenched in Orc blood. All around him lay the mangled corpses and severed limbs of the Orc raiding party that had come to the village. Not one of them had been left alive as Colt's instinct induced slaughter had made sure of that.

If he had to be honest with himself, Colt was surprised he could do this much damage in his human form. It only made him wonder how much carnage he could actually cause if he had gone full beast form. For despite the myth's werewolves didn't only have to change at night, they only mostly changed at night to avoid being caught by hunters and that they only changed on every full moon due to the fact that that was when their instinct's were at their strongest and were impossible to keep at bay.

As he stared at his blood soaked claws Colt could only think of where he would go now after knowing that the guards would no doubt tell about his little... moment. He would no doubt be hunted down now by werewolf hunters until he killed all of them or they managed to kill him, and neither option was very pleasant.

Just then he picked up the sound of horses and clanking armor as well as the smell of armor and sword polish, along with the smell of some type of high end perfume. Turning slowly Colt caught the steely gaze of one of the Seven Shield Princesses staring at him with cold indifference.

The scantily designed armor did nothing to dissuade from her intimidating position atop her mount as Claudia Leventine stared down at the werewolf with a small army of guards behind her. Colt could not move as fear held him still, the reinforcements had arrived quicker than he had anticipated, or maybe his slughter had been longer then he had realized.

Claudia for her part surveyed the carnage before her with a calculative gaze before setting her sight on the one responsible. The young man drenched in Orc blood stood their with his pant's in tatters and shirtless as his vest had been lost amidst the battle showing his mark which made her narrow her eyes even more.

Now if she were anyone else she would have ordered the man killed already for being a monster, however, after getting the story from the village guards about this man telling them to run while he fought off the Orc band it made her curious about his intentions. What possible reason would he have to risk his life for humans who would kill him without a second thought upon learning what he was.

Claudia could admit that she wasn't skilled in the way's of reading some people at such a deep level like the one she served. Which was the only reason why Colt wasn't dead at the moment. No, instead she had someone that would no doubt like to meet him and if he proved to be as pure as his actions had suggested thus far then he would live, if not then she would just finish him then and there.

"You will come with me." Commanded Claudia, making Colt flinch but narrow his eyes in curiosity on why she hadn't killed him already.

"To where may I ask Lady Claudia?" He asked respectively.

"To be judged by the supreme authority of the land. The Goddess will be your judge, jury, and should she decide it, executioner." was all Claudia said as she turned to ride away while some of her soldiers came to escort Colt behind her.

'And it was such a nice day to.' Thought Colt to himself sadly as he looked up at the clear blue sky of the village he called home. He had a feeling he wouldn't be seeing it for a very long time, if ever again.

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