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Stormowalf - (Tre - Hi ) - Male - 24 -mid high humanity - bitten
Originally from the town of Lacus, a small country town built around the lake,
Lacus, the town's namesake.
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The wind gently caressed the soft petals of the brightly-coloured flowers in front of the store. The air smelled terribly of blood and disease as the curse epidemic spread towards Trevi's small town of Lacus.
Trehi gripped his broom tightly, his face grim as he slammed the doors of his florist shut. He knew that the cursed were coming, it was only a matter of time he became prey as well.
a few days before wrote: The town was quiet, it always was but today it was... eerie, the air smelt stale and faintly like that of blood.
The townspeople whispered that of the cursed and bitten beasts - Amarogs they called them. But Trevi wasn't even slightly worried. It was a myth, it had to be. The old folk used to whisper about "killer clowns" but those weren't real, surely these 'Amarogs" weren't either.
He had just left the grocers, clutching a big bag of vegetables and fruits
"Trevi.. Isn't it?" The old priest muttered
"Yes, father. I work as a florist around the corner" Trevi was clutching a big bag of groceries when Father O'Donnell came rushing over to him.
"Trevi, three streets. The name of the most beautiful, breath-taking fountain in the world, shame it depicts the Roman gods.. truly a shame... But you should be honored Trevi! It's not often someone is blessed with such a powerful name. Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" Father smiled at him. Trevi smiled back nervously, he couldn't help but think that Father had some twisted intention.
" well, Trevi. You understand that there's been a rather... Unfortunate outbreak of the Amarog curse, correct?" Trevi flinched.
So it is real...
He tried his best to keep his composure and nodded enthusiastically.
"Blasted things really... They say a 'god' cursed humanity, folktales really. There is only one God, and He wouldn't curse humanity in this... unruly manner." Father scowled.
"Well, Trevi. I have a rather unique proposition for you," Father whispered, "And it is in your best interests to accept.."
Trevi was puzzled. Why did father come to him? Sure he himself was a religious man but he had never talked to Father O'Donnell face to face.
Father smiled slyly at his shocked expression, he whispered into the young florist's ear. Trevi flinched again, and nodded gravely.
But he had regretted this decision immensely.
The beasts clawed at the window of Trehi's pristine florists'. One of the damned beasts had smashed the small window at the door.
He had the urge to clear the ground, to look out and see nothing. But it wasn't that easy, and he himself knew it.
Father O'Donnell and his 'gang' had come by almost every day and captured each and every Amarog that passed by. Trevi's shop was placed conveniently by the boarder of the small town and the large forest that a large number of those beasts roamed.
Trevi didn't know what Father and his gang did to those beasts, even when he asked he was told that they'd "be dealt with accordingly"
Father O'Donnell was a sly creature himself, he had a tongue of silver. Trevi didn't want to admit it but he was so easily persuaded.
Father told him that it was what God truly wanted and that he would be doing God's work in his own little way. He regretted the decision almost immediately.
Every day he heard the pained howl and scream of the Amarogs, some of them
talked. Trevi was terrified, was this... horrid business really what his God had wanted?
He became an insomniac, each day he shook under his bed covers. All he dreamed of these days was the horrible, piercing scream he heard constantly. He saw the face of a middle aged woman, her children reaching out for her, her nose shifted into a snout, her ears growing pointier. Her blue and grey eyes cried real, human tears as she begged Trehi, grabbed at his sleeve, "Please... Let me and my children be..."
Trevi grew guilty of the 'God's work' he was doing. He knew that these beasts were also once people, It did no good to just exterminate them... He spoke up, he forced open the sealed back door of his florists'. His eyes teared up at the stench, the horrid smell of pee and blood made him gag. There was a red Amarog on the floor, it's big forearms spread out next to it, it's breath coming out in ragged gasps.
"W-What are you doing," He screamed, "This was not a part of our bargain!"
The brute just looked at him with dead, bored eyes. He spoke in a gruff voice and threw down his thick, mesh gloves that he had just been wearing,
"Then you deal with it."
And the brute simply left but not without knocking the door behind him. The Amarog looked at him, it's icy eyes reflected a feral madness, it was hard to believe this beast was once a human, just like him. It was mad, like a dog infected with rabies. If it wanted food, it ate. If it felt endangered, it would flee. There was something so pure about the thought of the mad beast.
A deep rumble erupted from it's throat, slimy drool dripping from it's jaws. It was hungry, no doubt and Trevi was the only flesh-bearing thing around it. There was a flurry of hands and paws. He fought back of course. He wanted to live, even though his chances were so very slim.
He cried in pain as the beast bit his arm. It's powerful jaws locked around his arm and wouldn't let go. He kicked the beast, he screamed for help. It wasn't until he heard the front door of the florists' open that the beast let go.
He looked at the wound in fear. He cradled his arm as he whimpered. He'd heard the tales, the stories. A bite of an Amarog, a powerful and tragic weapon of a cursed beast.
The backdoor opened slowly, Trevi winced at the light as he looked at the shadowy figure at the door. The large beast had taken the chance to slip away in between the figure's legs.
"Oh Trevi my boy."
Father. He was gripping a chain and a collar in his hands.
"What are we to do with you."
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When Trevi was found in the back of his florists', Father O'Donnell had ordered them to capture him. His transformation into an Amarog was slow and painful. They had him chained to the front of the church, with a sign above him saying "Obey, or else". None of the townsfolk moved forward to help him though, it was as if nobody cared about him. MAybe they were too scared to do anything, maybe they were paid to do so. He did not know
It wasn't apparent to Trevi until he had turned but Father O'Donnell had been locking up the other Amarogs and had been 'dealing with them', in an absolutely gruesome way. He was killing these magnificent beasts off in the name of God. He hated those beasts but no one knew exactly why. Perhaps it was better off like that.
After a while, Trevi was able to break free. The chain had rusted, it was a thick chain, if Trevi was still a human he would have never been able to break free, but his Amarog tail had smashed the rusted chain easily. He ran, he ran quickly away with his powerful forearms.
Trevi was free now, he had the world to explore if he wanted. He strayed far far away from his hometown, no one had cared when he was chained to the church. He had absolutely no reason to stay. He was free after all. Maybe he'd go travelling as he once wanted to when he was younger. It wouldn't be easy but he was willing to risk. He didn't have anything to lose.
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