Well would you look who it is someone who showed up for a fun time I hope your weekend's going good because my object permanence is absolute dogshit but don't worry I won't forget about you as we get closer and closer to the holidays and spooky dookie season before the joy of fat asses Saint Nick.
I don't own a goddamn thing. I don't own any music. I don't own any of these characters. I'd marry Jenna Ortega if I could because little Goblin Latina. Other than that, though, everything is within the realm of fair use So suck it Netflix and not so much suck at Tim Burton I'd love to be in one of your movies or just be in Helena bottom Carter because yes.
The woods between Nevermore and Jherico
The sound of heavy breaths can be heard as heavy impacts of something galloping along, accompanied by an occasional breathy growl. The creature's deep rumbling growl emanated from its chest as it sniffed at the air, before its head snapped in a certain direction.
It let itself fall from the tree, claws digging into the bark, shredding into the trunk. Before landing and taking off once more, it took care to circle wide around its destination. Finally, it slowed and crouched.
Mindfully, it crept forward, carefully stepping over any debris on the forest floor as it watched its quarry with eyes gleaming in the dark. A whitetail buck rubbed its antlers against a tree, scraping away at the bloody shedding velvet. A breeze rolled through, making the creature crouch lower before the scent wafted over its snout. The breeze ruffled its fur, but its eyes remained locked onto the deer.
Muscles begin to tense, claws quietly digging into the soft dirt below. Waiting until the deer completely turns away, the creature springs forward, clearing the distance unnaturally quickly. A flash of gold fur could be seen momentarily as the creature passed under the moonlit sky, peeking through a gap in the trees.
The sound of a deer's startled call rang in the night before it was silenced by a snapping crunch and something tearing.
Even in this state, Naruto didn't want it to suffer, but he also couldn't deny the screaming hunger this form brought on. Something that he and his mother had learned once he was finally able to answer the moon's call, bringing unfortunate lessons he and his mother had to learn with the change and how unusual his was.
Memories
Throughout his life, the places he had moved to, he was lucky in the regard that his family's ancestry seemed to have their presence, and almost every state, even apparently in a few spots in other nations as well.
A lot of these places were old, well-kept but old, created some even dating back to the Crusades, but those are more tourist attractions at this point, not really suitable for living but definitely good for making coin at least. A vast amount of these areas all housed secret corridors and rooms, some more so meant for torture chambers and extracting of information.
Others were hiding when they were those actively hunting outcasts, the time of torches and pitchforks and Crusades against the darkness as it were, at certain points he couldn't blame them honestly.
Something stalks in the night, something that forces you to bar the doors and windows of your home, huddling together, not knowing if it will be your turn. A creature not looking for you in particular, just someone unlucky enough to be picked, taking a life and destiny you might have had away from you in a bloody, fear-filled moment.
He could understand the lengths someone would go to with fear as a driver or rage.
He couldn't remember the night of his first change. We can only remember that he had been sitting with his mother as she read to him before he was in a terrible amount of pain, like shards of glass growing through his nerves, his bones. A painful feeling went through his neck as everything faded and darkness blotted out his sight.
The bars in the small portal to the outside world seem to have gouges in them; their shine is a dull, metallic gray. Silver. His mother had shown him enough times; she had even demonstrated once on herself, her fingertip sporting burned flesh and a cluster of blisters afterwards, much to Naruto's dislike. He vowed to get rid of every last bit of silver in the house if he found it.
Such was the innocence and protectiveness of a child. He looked around the room, bits of golden fur here and there, before his eyes settled on the heavy door to the room, bowed outward, deep gouges lining it, as well as spots of blood here and there. As a dull ache went through his fingertips, the longer he stared, he looked down at his small hands, his skin the same as always, but the strange phantom pain persisted.
He tried to push against the door, only for the dull throb in his fingertips to grow in strength and travel to the rest of his palms. He pulled his hands back, much like any child would have if they touched a stove. His eyes brimmed with tears at the pain, which quickly faded back to the dull throb once more. He saw a gap between the door and the frame, just wide enough for him to squeeze himself through.
Ensuring the cloth remained a barrier between him and the door, he carefully wriggled his way through until he finally freed himself. Once outside, he stumbled over a thick rope of some kind while glancing back at the door. Chains and bars, meant to secure the door from the outside, appeared bent and slack, far more than they should have been. The rivets anchoring them to the door frame held firm, but the stones themselves had shifted. Some had already tumbled out.
Something had desperately tried to free itsself from the confines of the room, and the thought sent a shiver down his spine that whatever it was had seemed well on its way to achieving its goal. With his heart pounding, he darted off to find his mother. His feet echoed against the cold, hard floor as he navigated through the old, musty, and shadowy space.
He followed her scent, a peculiar mix with a hint of copper, leading him into the kitchen. There, he found her asleep at the table, her hair a tangled mess cascading over her face. She rested her cheek on her forearms, lost in a deep slumber. A large bandage on her shoulder caught his eye, stained with the scent of both old, dried blood and a trace of fresh.
A toolkit and a peculiar gun with a fuzzy feather protruding from its end lay on the table, surrounded by what appeared to be darts with needle-like tips, each adorned with the same odd feathers.
"Mommy?"
The red-haired woman's head jerked up from her work, her eyes wide with alarm. She scanned the room and quickly focused on her child, who was cloaked in dingy, old cloth and gazing at her with a mix of worry and confusion.
"What's wrong? Why are you bleeding?" His small voice trembled, laden with concern. Before he could say more, his mother swept him into a tight embrace. She cradled his head against her neck, her words a soft, tearful mantra of "I'm sorry, I'm here" mingling with her sobs.
His tiny arms clung to her with all the strength he could muster, his own tears flowing in response to hers. It was the first time he had ever seen his mother cry.
He didnt like it not one bit.
Nevermore Woods
CRUNCH-SHRRICH
Another chunk was torn from the deer's slowly cooling carcass, its head discarded a few feet away, the neck nearly severed. The chest cavity lay open as a golden-furred muzzle, drenched in blood, drew back, chewing and shredding muscle fibers and tendons before swallowing them down. The entire act was simple yet invigoratingly satisfying.
As he stood back up to his full height, he allowed his mind to focus more sharply than it had earlier. He stretched a bit, the popping sound along his back resembling rocks knocking together inside a leather bag. After shaking himself off, he rolled his tongue over his snout, cleaning away some of the blood.
He then looked down at the last remaining third of the carcass, contemplating whether he should consume the rest. Although his hunger was satiated, he couldn't help but feel a bit greedy, wanting to indulge more than he normally would.
Until a roar further out of the forest drew his attention as his ears flicked in the direction making his head follow, the sound like a loud breathy groan amplified, a bear most likely startled or hit by a car on the road no big deal.
Kneeling once more, he grasped the carcass, lifting one of its still-intact legs to tear more chunks from the lifeless flesh.
"HELP!"
The desperate cry echoed through the woods, and the carcass had barely hit the ground before Naruto sprang into action. Without a moment's hesitation, he plunged into the dense foliage, his heart pounding in sync with the terror-laden voice. He darted through the forest, skillfully dodging tree trunks and snapping saplings and branches in his relentless pursuit of the source of the distress call.
Another blood-curdling roar and a scream of agony guided him to his destination. With a swift motion, he dug his claws into the rough bark of a tree, propelling himself around it through the dense, shadowy grove. Emerging from the darkness, he spotted a man clinging desperately to a tree branch.
The man had attempted to climb to safety but had been too slow. A black bear had latched onto the back of his thigh, its powerful jaws shaking the man violently. The man's screams pierced the night as he clung to the branch, his grip tightening with sheer terror.
Naruto sprang into action. With his clawed fingers, he pried the bear's jaws open, freeing the terrified hitchhiker. The bear thrashed wildly, managing to break free. It turned on Naruto, clawing and biting ferociously.
Its teeth sank into his side, tearing away fur and flesh. Deep, bloody trenches marred his hip and thigh, eliciting a roar of pain that echoed through the dark, foreboding forest.
A golden furred fist lashed out slamming into the side of the Bear's head sending it tumbling away disorientated and that's when he got a good look at its face has he got a clear picture of what was wrong with it.
Its nostrils oozed a sickly, pale yellow mucus, and wet, slimy tear trails streaked down the sides of its snout. "It fucking had rabies, great," Naruto thought to himself as the bear charged toward him. This time however ,he was prepared before he had only wanted to scare it off but now he knew it needed to be put down.
Despite the searing pain, his speed, size, and strength overpowered the bear ,those were the only things that mattered in this match. With a swift supernatural movement, he dodged the bear's attack, his claws snagging the back of its neck.
He dug in deep, using his weight and momentum to drive the beast into the ground. The bear roared in agony as he pinned it down, his other hand's claws sinking into the bear's neck. His fingers found purchase among the vertebrae and tendons, connecting with the bear's skull in a gruesome grip.
With a violent tug, he wrenched the segments of bone free, tearing them from the bear's skull. The beast's body went limp, save for the occasional spasmodic twitch of a muscle here and there. Its life force ebbed away, the once ferocious creature now succumbing to the darkness as the sick signals from its brain were severed from its nervous system.
He stood back up, flinging his hands downward with an irritated growl. Sickly blood, not yet absorbed into his fur, splattered onto the forest floor. Suddenly, a pain-filled scream and the sound of someone falling caught his attention. He turned to see the man from earlier now lying on the ground.
It seemed the man had attempted to land, only to realize his hamstring had likely been punctured and torn in various ways. As he lay there, his fingers clawed into the grass, the excruciating pain evident. The back of his pant leg, down to his calf, was stained a dark burgundy.
The man had barely begun to crawl when he heard the ominous, heavy footsteps echoing behind him. Panic surged through his veins, and he swiftly rolled onto his back, his eyes widening in terror at the sight before him. Looming above was a bloodied golden werewolf, its fur matted with dark, glistening crimson. Desperation clawed at his throat as he pleaded to be left alone, his voice trembling with fear.
Frantically, he tried to crawl away, but his leg caught on the twisted root of a tree, sending a searing bonfire of agony through his body. He let out a choked cry, only to be abruptly silenced as he was carefully but firmly lifted and slung over Naruto's shoulder. A groan of pain escaped his lips, mingling with the atmosphere of the night.
Naruto glanced around, trying to get his bearings and decide which direction to head in. A faint outline of light caught his eye, prompting him to move forward. He halted abruptly, his gaze dropping to the bear carcass at his feet. He quickly snatched it up, not wanting to leave it behind for other animals to scavenge and potentially get sick.
He recalled the distance to Nevermore, but uncertainty gnawed at him regarding the contents of the Infirmary. The man beside him had already lost a significant amount of blood. Dim lights flickered through the dense foliage in another direction, casting eerie shadows that danced like specters. Naruto let out a worried whine, "Ah crap," he thought to himself as he turned and sprinted towards the lights.
Jericho
Officer Santiago sat in her vehicle, the beginning of her overtime shift proving relatively mundane. Afew easy shifts before she went in vacation after working her butt off the last two years making sure she landed the deputy position. At this point Donavhan had told her she was a shoe-in but she didnt want to take any chances.
She knew what the night might entail and was quietly enjoying one of those rare, uneventful nights. Suddenly, a howl pierced the night standing out from the others, startling her and everyone else on duty "The hell was that" she said pulling the gun from her holster.
The eerie sound sent a jolt through the officers, some of whom had likely been dozing off in their cars as her radio was inindated with the other officers with varying reactions one seemingly relieved that whatever it was an just so happened to be loud an not afew meters away from him.
The howl's terifing echo leaving them somewhere between a bit delirious and jolted by a sudden rush of adrenaline. Santiago watched as a few homes around town lit up, their occupants stirred by the commotion. "Yeah, Donovan's going to be handling those calls in the morning" Santiago thought to herself, a dry smile playing on her lips an things seem to quiet down for a while.
The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the landscape, an eerie chorus of howls pierced the night air once more. This was precisely why Jericho had established this particular shift, some kind of blanket of protection or the illusion of it at least, Nevermore let the werewolf students transform and howl at the moon, a tradition that sent sent old fears through the towns more elderly inhabitants .
Tonight, the unsettling cries an the new addition that was seemingly absent from the last round of howls, pushing the tension in the town to new, unnerving heights.
"We're deffinately taking a drive to nevermore tomorrow ,great the mayor probably is gonna be involved too" she said in a dry tone and a heavy sigh thinking of the reports that would have to be written in the next couple hours, her thoughts are abruptly interrupted.
The bushes and low-hanging tree branches near her vehicle rustled and broke, causing her to sit up straight, her heart pounding in her chest. Emerging from the shadows, the branches were pushed aside by a large figure.
The dim light from the moon managed to catch on its fur, giving it a yellowish glow against the shadowed greenery. But the piercing, glowing eyes locked onto her kept her pinned in place as it moved closer, stopping near the hood of the patrol car.
As the colossal figure emerged fully from the dense foliage, its true nature became horrifyingly clear to Santiago.
A werewolf—yet unlike any she had ever imagined. She didn't recall them ever growing to such an immense size. Was this what a fully matured adult looked like? Her racing thoughts abruptly ceased when she saw the beast reach up, clawed hand grasping at something on its shoulder.
A powerful arm seemed to gently place something onto the hood of Santiago's vehicle. A groan of pain echoed through the night, giving her a shocking realization—it was a person, their face twisted in agony.
Santiago's eyes widened in horror as the werewolf then deposited the lifeless carcass of what appeared to be a black bear onto the hood as well as it turned away beginning to head back into the woods.
Another groan emanated from the man, jolting Santiago's brain into action. She reached for her gun and flung the door open. Standing firm, she fired, striking the creature somewhere in its back as it began to retreat into the shadowy woodlands. A vicious growl tore from its muzzle as it whipped around to face her, its eyes glowing with a menacing brightness.
The sound of bark being shredded filled the air, and she could only imagine the claws tearing into the tree as if it were made of Styrofoam. Ragged, huffing breaths emanated from the beast, while she stood paralyzed with fear. Terror didn't quite capture what she felt; the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, her heartbeat pounded in her ears, and a tightening grip of dread clenched her chest.
As if standing at the edge of the precipice, gazing into the abyss below. Its depths were a cavernous black pit, offering no hint of how far it descended. The fall could mean a swift end or a torturous demise upon jagged splinters and spikes, bleeding out my final moments in the suffocating darkness, utterly alone.
It's stood there a while longer as it's ragged breaths slowed down as it let out a low growl before it turned away once more gone into the foliage, Santiago didn't know how long she stood there her eyes locked on to where the beast disappeared.
Santiago didn't know how long she stood there untill a thud from the hood of her car caught her attention making her making her jump has the man on her Hood attempted to sit up she could see blood trailing down the side of the patrol car and she quickly got to her radio hailing dispatch to send the Rescue Squad to her location.
Nevermore Academy Ophelia Hall
He was mesmerizing.
Enid sat in her room, surrounded by the soft, comforting glow of fairy lights strung across her walls. She marveled at the pictures she had managed to take earlier that day. Though slightly blurry due to the distance and the limitations of her camera, the images still held an otherworldly quality that made her heart race with excitement.
The transformed mystery student, with his beautiful coat of golden fur and majestic stature, seemed like something straight out of a fairy tale or a mythic creature from the wild, still hidden from the world. His presence was both ethereal and commanding, a sight that one could scarcely believe to be real.
It had been a moment of sheer magic, one that defied all logic and reason. Letting out a dreamy sigh, she placed her chin in her hands and idly kicked her feet on the bed, her thoughts drifting back to the incredible transformation she had witnessed.
His face had been mostly obscured during the change but she had gotten a good enough look at him, but his hair—oh, his hair—was something out of a fantasy.
"I wonder what kind of products he uses," Enid mused to herself, twirling a lock of her own hair. She had always taken pride in her hair, using it as a canvas for her self-expression. But now, she couldn't help feeling a twinge of jealousy.
She doubted she could ever get her hair to look like his. Was it the work of an amazing cosmetologist, or was he just incredibly skilled at hair care? If his hair was naturally that fabulous, it seemed almost unfair!.
It was so pretty and bouncy, like that of a prince from a Disney movie, shimmering with an almost supernatural luster. The memory of it made her eyes widen with wonder.
Suddenly inspired, Enid scrambled over to her laptop, her heart pounding with the urgency of her thoughts. She sat up straight, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she opened her blog. The familiar clacking of the keys was a comforting rhythm, a sound she associated with sharing her thoughts and experiences with the world. Her eagerness ebbed as she looked down at her hands, caught up in the spectacle of her own reflection. She hadn't realized it had happened again—another year had passed, and nothing had changed.
The thought brought a quiver to her lips before a sigh of frustration escaped. Casting a glance at the moonlit window's shape on the floor of the dorm room, she swiped her thumb underneath her eye, wiping away the tear that threatened to fall. She had been so hopeful that she would finally wolf out. Everything felt perfect, and the night seemed so different this time. But then again, she had thought that before. The full moon had risen high in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the campus, and she had felt a stirring deep within her, a connection to something ancient and powerful. Yet, here she was, still unchanged, still human.
A ping caught her attention, drawing her focus back to her computer. A friend had DM'd her. She tapped the message, "GIRL, DID YOU SEE THIS THING? Half the howlers got scared back into the school!" A blurry, golden-hued image greeted her, and she instantly knew it was the wolfed-out form from earlier. The creature in the photo was magnificent, its fur shimmering like molten gold under the moonlight, its eyes glowing with a primal intensity. "Is... Is he why tonight felt so different?" she wondered aloud.
She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something significant about this night, something she was missing. The image on the screen seemed to call to her, stirring a mix of envy and longing within her.
She had spent years waiting for her transformation, dreaming of the day she would join the rest of the students who had embraced their inner wolves. But each full moon came and went, leaving her disappointed and questioning her place in the world.
Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she contemplated her next move. Should she respond to her friend, ask for more details about the wolf in the photo? Or should she close her laptop and try to get some sleep, hoping that the next full moon would bring the change she so desperately desired?
As she stared at the screen, the moonlight continued to spill into the room, casting long shadows that danced across the floor. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.
Maybe tonight wasn't her night, but that didn't mean her time wouldn't come. She had to believe that, had to hold on to the hope that one day she would find her place among the howlers. Until then, she would keep waiting, keep dreaming, and keep writing, sharing her journey with those who understood the longing in her heart.
With a few rapid taps, she began typing away, eager to share her readers.
Her blog had always been a haven for documenting daily happenings and, of course, indulging in a bit of gossip. She had a knack for weaving mundane events into engaging stories, drawing her readers into the small but vibrant world she inhabited. From neighborhood dramas to personal musings, her posts were a blend of light-hearted humor and insightful observations that kept her audience coming back for more.
As she glanced at the new notification on her phone, she noticed a few comments on her latest post. Her heart skipped a beat with excitement and curiosity. The post had been about a particularly eerie night in their usually quiet town, and it seemed to have struck a chord with her readers.
Some readers claimed to have witnessed a wolf or heard the mysterious boy's roar in the dead of night. These comments were filled with a mix of fear, skepticism, and intrigue. The idea of a wolf prowling the town or a boy with an otherworldly roar seemed straight out of a supernatural thriller, yet the sheer number of similar accounts made her pause.
Tonight was something truly extraordinary. The mysterious boy, who had been the subject of many whispered conversations and wild speculations, had made an unexpected appearance at Nevermore Academy. This institution, shrouded in its own set of legends and mysteries, was the perfect backdrop for such an enigmatic figure.
His transformation into a werewolf had been a firework of the evening, a moment that seemed to blur the lines between reality and folklore. The moon had hung low and full in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the academy grounds. The air was thick with anticipation and an unspoken sense of dread.
Witnesses described the scene with a mix of awe and terror. Its eyes had glowed with an unnatural light. The roar that followed was unlike anything they had ever heard—deep, guttural, and filled with an ancient, primal power.
As she read through the comments, she felt a shiver run down her spine. This was more than just a story for her blog; it was a mystery that begged to be unraveled. She knew she had to dig deeper, to find out the truth behind the boy and the transformation of this little princly figure.
Her eyes widen momentarily "Wait the little prince ohhh thats so good" she squealed clapping her hands as she typed away it was perfect
Enid's room buzzed with electric energy as she turned on her music. The photographs, the vibrant colors, and the promise of sharing this incredible story filled her with a sense of purpose and excitement, washing away the disappointment of the evening.
Nevermore Academy grounds
"Well, I can add 'got shot' to the list of things I've done in my life. Not as bad as I thought it would be, but it hurts more than I'd like," Naruto mused to himself. The fur along his side, lower back, and leg felt matted and sticky, a sure sign he needed a shower once he got inside. He definitely wasn't a fan of the smell of his own blood.
The pain in his lower back had subsided significantly over the past few minutes, though it still hurt like a mother. The throbbing ache that had once felt like a hot iron pressed against his spine was now a duller, more manageable discomfort. As Naruto trotted back onto the Academy grounds, he noticed gleaming eyes in the night following him. The moonlight reflected off their irises, creating an eerie, almost supernatural glow.
He knew they belonged to other werewolf students, their heightened senses and nocturnal habits making them natural night watchers. Despite their presence, they seemed to keep their distance, respecting an unspoken boundary. Naruto couldn't help but feel a small wave of relief; technically, he hadn't broken any interaction rules, thankfully.
The Academy grounds were quiet at this hour, the usual hustle and bustle of the day replaced by a serene, almost haunting silence. Reaching his destination near the fountain area, Naruto paused for a moment.
The fountain was an iconic landmark on the campus, its cascading water providing a soothing backdrop to the night lit atmosphere. He prepared to leap upwards, his muscles tensing before springing upwards.
The sudden stretch of his body caused the bullet lodged in his lower back to shift, sending a sharp, searing pain through his nerves. Unable to suppress it completely, he let out a growling yelp that he tried to muffle with a clenched jaw as he caught the edge of his balcony railing using it to direct his landing with a dull thud.
Unbeknownst to him, the sound had caught someone's attention. Enid her curiosity piqued by the unusual noise. She watched from her room seeing the dark red that stained Narutos side as he carefully manuvered back through the opened side of his dorm window.
Her phone had already dialed the dorm father by the time it shut concern heavly written on her face, wondering what had caused him such an injury.
I think that's a fun little spot to stop for now and like I say in my other story things will continue to slowly be updated especially since now I'm trying to be in the process of changing departments so hopefully everything goes through and my paycheck's going to be higher than it ever has been in my entire life and I'll have a lot more time on my hands technically so fingers crossed you stinky pickles