I'm back... and i thought of a new story.
disclaimer to Bioware.
Chapter 1 The Beast Inside
"... and may the man control the beast, lest the beast control the man, maker allow this woman control over the beast inside."
As soon as the words were uttered, i could feel the change immidiately. The mindless fury that had driven me to extremes, welled away with the fur and teeth that had fed the rage for so long. Shaking, i lifted my hand, to see the same pale skin that it had been. No 3-inch claws, no matted, tangled black fur. Just me. I breathed a sigh of relif, at the knowledge that my curse was gone.
"The curse isn't gone, but it has been calmed to a controllable state. I'm sorry that i couldn't get rid of the curse, but at least now she has control over it."
"You've done more than enough, Sister Angeline. Thank you so much." Father looked at me with eyes full of both relif and worry. I sighed again, knowing that i would have to be extremely careful about my anger now. Losing myself to that kind of fury had been terrifying, and i didn't look forward to losing myself again.
"I'm sorry for running off into that den of werewolves, father. I should have waited for you, and i didn't." I couldn't meet his eyes, with the pain of the memory of how i had ended up like this. There had been a farmer complaining about a den of werewolves picking off his herd, and had put out a bounty for someone to stop them. i had eagerly taken the bounty, the peice of paper nearly flying out of my hands as i sped home to tell father. Father had raised his bushy black eyebrows at my request to go track the werewolves down, and he had demanded that he go with me. I had agreed, eager to just go, and Father agreed that we'd hunt them in the morning. i had waited for hours on the porch, pacing in impatience as father prepared himself. Finally i had charged off, not being able to hold my patience. I was quickly overwhelmed at the den, taunting the beasts with meat. They took the bait... and then they took me. I fended off as many as i could, but one managed to bypass my armor and blade and bit hard into my forearm. whatever happened afterwards... i don't remember, nor do i want to. From what i was told, i had been a black-furred fury, charging into Lothering with wrath to make even an Ogre tremble in fear. I had thrown templars like they were made of paper, slicing through their armor like a knife through butter. I had caused tremendous damage, only being cornered in the chantry, where my father himself had put a sleep spell on me, and had locked my into a cage till they could find a cure. it had taken a month to find such a cure, since the only true cure is to simply kill the werewolf. I remember pacing the cage, snapping at passersby and throwing myself against the bars for escape. finally a chantry priest had come forward, with an ancient ritual and a way to calm me. My father had eagerly agreed to the ritual, desperate to get me back. So, sister Angeline set to work, looking for ways to calm the beast that was just begging to be released. she found the ritual, and had turned me back.
"I'm glad you're back, sweetheart. i don't care if you ran off, or if you turned yourself into this. the important thing is that you're safe, and you're here. that's what matters." He said, patting my hair with relief. throwing my arms around his neck, i hugged him, glad to be back. I understood now that control would be very difficult to achieve, but i would see it happen.
3 years and 4 months later, that control snapped.