Name: Shadow (known by many as "The beast of Oak Crossway")
Age: 16 (but 32 by the end of the form, he ages)
Why you want him: This guy has been tugging at me.. I didn't want him, but I felt drawn to him. When the story came to mind, I had to try. So I'll be doing visual AND written art.
Art: WIP
Story (an art form): I lurked in the shadows. Night was falling, but here, it was always night. I was, like all no-faces, gentil and kind. But in Oak Crossway, people feared me. My feet clipped softly over the stones and pine needles as I mulled over my life. I was a monster, a beast. The said they saw glowing red eyes shining from a white skull, or a face, sallow and pale. My eyes are AMBER. Not red. And my mask is white, but so what? I hate people. Humans are fools. Always saying how I was bloodthirsty, how I killed many men. Some feared me, some tried to capture me, some thought me a legend.
I was snapped out of my thoughts as I heard footsteps coming through the woods. Clearly humans, but were they friends or foes? I leaned forwards to gaze cautiously into the path. I was a rather large and heavy animal, so this caused me to stumble forwards. Moments later, I had rolled onto my back and was in the middle of the road, eyes shut tight, bracing for impact (of a bullet, fist, or boot). The scream was loud, but oddly... weak. Not that of a hunter, or any man really. I opened my eyes to see a small girl, all alone. Her eyes were opened wide, staring in solid fear, wide as a deer, trapped in the lights of an oncoming car. I didn't move. I knew she would scream again if I did, probablly attracting wolves. I didn't want her hurt. I considered what to do. Perhaps a slow blink? The girl only stared, in a trance. What did little human girls like? Butterflies.. flowers.. animals. But not like me. Kittens, puppies.. and then it hit me. Slowly, I began to wag my tail. The girl looked slightly less tense. I opened my mouth carefully and stuck out my tongue. I must have looked ridiculous, but the girl seemed convinced. A smile spread across her face, and she giggled. Happily, I stood to my feet. The girl cringed, but looked generally curious now. I lowered my head and looked up at her, staying still. The girl stepped forwards, and outstretched a hand. Slowly, I leaned forward and pressed my head into her hand. I felt her tense at the odd feeling of my mask, but she didn't pull away. I could here them. The footsteps. More than one man. Many men. Probably a hunting party. I sprinted up the side of the road and vanished into the shadows. The first human to accept me, and I was to lose her. "Wait!" Her voice was so pure.. but I couldn't go back. I watched, unseen, as the loud chatter of the hunting party came up close. I heard them bickering and fighting with the girl, but soon, she was gone, swept away by the men. I could here her protests as they dragged her back towards the town. A tear trickled down my mask and slid to the ground. The first thing I could ever truly love, gone in minutes.
16 years laterHunters.. they disgust me. I was finally living up to my name. If a man with a gun came within 100 feet of my stretch of the woods, they were dead. My heart had been soft, but that had only left me hurt. A surge of rage came over me and I pushed my weight onto a tree, shoving it flat down into the road. My rage faded away with the satisfying thud the tree made. Footsteps suddenly came to my ears. I slunk quietly towards the sound, ready for another kill. My mask was stained pink with blood, but I didn't mind as I prepared for the kill. I lunged out into the woods, skidding sideways as I pulled to a hault in front of the hunter. But I realized that there was a girl in front of me. In her early twenties, blonde hair swept neatly over her shoulder. Blue eyes soft and pure, face frightened and bewildered. How she had changed, but I knew her. She didn't scream this time, only stared. I knew, just as before, any movement would frighten her away. But did she remember? It had been a long time... we had only met for minutes. What should I do? I was more frightening then ever, bloodstained, battle-scared, old. What would tell her not to be afraid? Slowly, the idea came to mind. I slowly turned my head sideways in a curious gaze. The girl stared. I began to bend forwards, trying to look like a playing dog. This was far too much for her. The girl (or found lady now I guess) screamed, turned, and ran. If I could speak, I would have told her to wait. But I couldn't. So I did the only thing I could, gave chase. The girl was fast, but not as fast as me. But I didn't go full speed. I didn't want her to scream again. Wolves were still a threat. But the girl tripped, and she screamed again. The first howl was loud and close by, and the girl looked around in terror. Wolves began to poor from the woods. They had been waiting, expecting me to make the first move. When I didn't, they took over. Six wolves, all large and brawny. I stood my ground, backing myself against the girl. The wolves moved in, yipping and snarling. I lashed out, badly wounding one. Another leapt upon my back, and I rolled onto, careful to avoid the girl. With a yip from the lead wolf, the wolf pack disappeared into the shadows. Odd, they were normally more persistent. I leaned in to check over the girl, who was looking both relieved and frightened. She was contemplating something, and I hoped it was me. Then, a searing pain hit my neck. I fell sideways, pained. Muffled voices, both yelling. Boot steps, stomping away. Her hand on my neck. The smell of her flowery perfume. Darkness.
I don't know how long it was until I woke up. When I did, it was night. The girl was curled up against me, asleep. My neck felt sore, but better. I would have stood to examine it, but I had no need. I was right where I had wanted to be for 16 years. With her.
T'is the end. For now. Now I have to go draw him
twice one more time.
XD I feel weird}
