Through the Eyes of a Beast

[Mudsnout]

((Allright, so, since this is the first RP I'm starting here, i figured I'd go all out. So please excuse the size of this, it's basically just my character's history....))


Fen had never quite fit in anywhere. The other children always made fun of him for how hairy he was, how he always slouched, those two teeth on his bottom jaw that stuck out just a little bit more than they should have. His parents had abandoned him as a baby. Left on the doorstep of an orphanage, he grew up alongside many other children, so it wasn't long before he realized he was different. So he took to the sidelines, hiding himself away from all of the beautiful people. He hated the names they called him. He hated the way the bigger boys would pick him up by his collar and laugh as he tried to get free. He hated when they would tell him that his mother must have been raped by a troll to make him so ugly. No wonder she had given him up. He cried, and he hated that, because that would just make the children laugh harder. Then they would beat him up and leave him muddied somewhere. Then, as a consequence for being so dirty, Madam Reilo would beat him harder with a leather belt. Eventually Fen stopped crying. Pain didn't hurt as much as it had before, and the cruel words of normal children only stung for a few moments. Then, a few months before his eleventh birthday, by some odd twist of fate, an older couple stopped by the orphanage. For some reason or another, they were unable to have a child, and wished to adopt one of the orphans. All of the boys and girls put on their best clothes and stood in lines, smiling their sweetest smiles and showing off everything they could do to the man and woman. Fen sat in a corner, wearing the same old brown shirt and shorts he had been wearing for the last two days. He had his arms wrapped around his knees and his head rested on his legs. Before he knew what was happening, Madame Reilo grabbed him roughly by the arm and dragged him out. "Doctor, I think this boy would be more suited to your needs." She muttered, pushing Fen forward. He glared up at the old man, a pair of old glasses resting on his nose. "Hmm......the boy.....he was born this way?" He asked, looking back up at Madame Reilo. "Yes. We knew there was something wrong with Fen from the time he was three years old." She said, shaking her head and looking down at Fen with mock pity. The old man pulled on Fen's arms, poked him on the forehead, opened his mouth to look at his protruding teeth. After a few moments, he nodded fervently to the woman he had brought with him. "Yes, this little one will do. Thank you, Miss Reilo." He said, grabbing Fen's wrist and dragging him away. Fen looked back once at his corner, where he kept the few belongings that weren't broken by the others, but he was quickly pulled out of view and tossed in through the doors of a carriage. The doctor gave Fen another look as his wife climbed in and the vehicle set off at a steady pace. "Boy, you are now a house servant. I don't want to hear you ever protest to a word I say. You will do as I ask. Understood?" He said, in a weathered and gruff voice. Fen simply glared.

After a short four hour trip, The rickety carriage came to a stop. Fen was pushed out, and then dragged to a rather large house in the countryside. As he was pulled around inside, he stared around with wonder at all the strange contraptions, bubbling vials of thick red liquid, Huge, horned skulls mounted on scientific nameplates, and hundreds of other odd looking devices that he could not imagine a purpose for. "You are never to come into this room again. If I take you into this room, you are not to touch anything but the floor." The doctor muttered, stopping him before a wooden door. "Keep quiet. I will call for you when I need you." He said, before opening the door and shoving him inside. The room was dark, with only one window that was covered by a sheet. Fen looked around, seeing toys neatly organized on shelves and coated with dust. He took a few steps, when suddenly his keen eyes caught the shape of a figure standing in a far corner. "......So you're his new pet." It said quietly. It was a boy, no older than Fen himself. "I'm not surprised. You do look like a demon, don't you? But you aren't. And it won't be long until everyone knows that." He said, stepping into the meager light for Fen to see. He was an extremely handsome boy, with short black hair and green eyes. His body was neatly built, even for a boy of only ten, and it was easy to see that he would be muscled and lean when he grew. "......What do you mean?" Fen asked, his voice gruff. The boy laughed. "So you don't know. Well, you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?" He stepped even closer and held out a hand. "Hello, Fen. My name is Anthony Toadflax." Fen eyed him warily, and refused to take his hand. Anthony simply smiled. Over the next few weeks, Fen was less acquainted with Anthony than when they had first met. He rarely spoke, and when he did, it was usually an order to go do something. He was always buried in books, taking lengthy notes and drawing diagrams. Whenever Fen got a chance to see them, he could scarcely understand what he saw, because he couldn't read. The doctor was a harsh man, completely absorbed in his studies. He had seemingly found some connection between human blood and demon blood, and was spending his life on what it meant. He sent Fen on chores around the house, cleaning and fixing things. However, at times he would also take Fen into his laboratory and experiment on him. sometimes he would cut him and take his blood, other times he would cut out locks of his hair and put it in containers of foul-smelling liquid. But one thing was always the same. The doctor would always shake his head and act disappointed in the results. Then he would sit and stare at Fen for hours on end, deep in thought.

Fen lived in the doctor's house until he turned seventeen. He had truly grown into his personality, short, hairy and muscular. It was deep in the night when the doctor shook him awake and pulled him out of the house, onto the hill directly behind them. The moon was big and full, and the doctor had set up numerous instruments that Fen now recognized as things used in hours and hours of simply sitting still. He hated that. He walked up the hill and sat down on the stool the doctor had provided for him, crossing his legs and arms and looking into the sky. "Now, Fen, tell me how that moon makes you feel." He asked, busily scribbling on a scroll. Fen rolled his eyes and looked directly at the white globe. There was something distinctly enchanting about it, the way it glowed in the night, the pockmarks that covered its surface He smiled very slightly. "I dunno. I suppose it makes me feel kinda small." He muttered. "yes yes, go on..." The doctor mumbled. Fen sighed and shook his head. "It doesn't really make me feel like anything." HE grunted, his head swimming slightly. "Ugh.....doctor, can we go inside? I feel sick." He murmured, a roiling sensation building in his stomach. The doctor looked up momentarily. ".....sick how?" He asked quietly, writing without even looking at the paper. Fen doubled over on his stool, suddenly overcome with nausea. "I.....I think I'm gonna throw up...." He said quietly, his muscles beginning to ache. "Yes, well, if you must, do so, but take care not to get it on my instruments." Fen stumbled out of his chair, gagging on his own throat. He bent over, one hand on the ground, but as quickly as it had showed up, the nausea was gone, slowly replaced by a horrible burning in his bones, growing so painful he was forced to his knees. The doctor stood up from his stool, staring at him in disbelief. "This isn't right...." He whispered. Fen cried out in agony, feeling his muscles bulging and tearing through his ragged clothing. His hands shook, his thick nails growing long and sharp. he cried out again, his two bottom teeth now sticking well up above his top lip. His cry echoed through the night, a horrible rasping squeal resonating underneath the guttural growl. His face jutted forward violently, a thick coat of wiry brown hair sprouting all along his thick sides. With a last roar of pain, he tore away the remainder of his tattered clothing and shoes, shaking himself off and gathering his wits. The doctor had dropped his scroll and quill, and was backing away rather slowly. Fen turned to look at him, years of deep-seeded hate burning in his eyes. ".....You....You *happy spices*...." He growled, his voice sounding unnatural and forced from his gnarled, hairy snout. His ears flicked back and he took a step forward, hind hooves digging into the turf, hands held on the ground in to support his weight better. He stepped closer, thin tail snapping back and forth behind him. "You knew this....all along you knew this......" He snarled, muscled bunching as he walked forward. The doctor shook his head violently, backing away quickly. "I-I....I didn't know, Fen!! I...I d-didn't, I swear to you!" He stuttered, terrified as Fen advanced on him purposefully. "I-I raised you, Fen! I took you into my home, Fen, remember! I took good care of you, didn't I?" Fen laughed, a horrible scathing grunt. "Took care of me? I was nothing but a lab rat to you. I don't mean anything to anybody." He approached faster, baring his flat teeth. The doctor fell over backwards and cringed pitifully. "Anthony!! Think of my son! How could he live without his father!?!?" He cried. Fen reached forward with one clawed hand and lifted the doctor off of the ground easily, rearing up on his hind legs to a full height of about eight feet. "Your son hates you." He said simply, before slamming the old man's frame hard down into the ground, delighting in the sound of his bones crunching against the earth. The doctor sputtered blood and twitched, writhing broken on the grass. Fen smiled and fell back onto all fours, ambling slowly towards his 'home.' He tore down the door, not bothering to watch out for the instruments as his huge frame sent them crashing to the floor. He opened the doctor's closet, pulled a random pair of pants and a tunic out, then turned and left. Anthony watched quietly from the doorway with a look of resolution on his face.


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Oh, and thank you for taking the time to read my insanely long-winded introduction. I don't expect anybodyelse to write this much, it's just that I get really eccentric and creative at 5:00 AM.

*sigh* and now, to start the actual roleplay.


Fen sighed and set his mug of ale on the counter. He scratched at his ear for a moment, surveying his surroundings. The small tavern was relatively filled, mostly with human farming folk resting after the days work. Fen had spent his day ploughing some young man's feild, being the only one strong enough in the town at the time to pull it besides a mule. He had picked up some gold for the job, and he felt slightly better with the, however meager, weight in his pocket. It was a small farming villiage called Weatherdown, because it was surrounded on two sides by a mountain range. Thick fog would often roll over them and coat the surrounding lands. However, for now the roads were clear and the marketplace was busy with a group of travelling salesmen who had caravaned from Attan's Green, the main human city where their king resided. He sighed again and shook his head. He was terribly bored, and it didn't help that his animalistic side made him impatient. He drummed his fingers on the counter, allmost wishing for something bad to happen.

[LordPsycho]

((Well, whilst we are on the subject of human transformations...))

Another town, another chance to be thrown out as a reject. It had been this way since he had learned how to transform back into his human form - though he knew this was just a disguise. This - body wasn't who he was, not anymore.

He walked up to the local tavern, as that was usually a good place to find work. He did have to admit being a gargoyle in a farming village could come in handy, though he preferred lumber jacking. But still, his simple trousers and long coat (a style that would later be come to called a "trench" coat after the first World War) let him hide partial transformations that allowed him to pull heavy farming equipment with ease.

It should also be noted though that his "human" body didn't look the part though. He was smallish, and built like a man who sat down and ran ledgers all day. There was a good reason, as that is what he did at the bank before the accident. It was usually difficult to convince local farmers to give him a chance, but once they did, they were never disappointed.

That is, until Blackfoot could no longer hold this form. It took a great deal of mental effort to get his body stay as a human. It got easier each time, but it was still difficult.

As he stepped into the bar, the first thing to catch his eye was a person with what looked to be hypertrichosis. A fellow freak. At least when he was finally ran out of town, he would be in good company.

Blackfoot made his way up to the counter, put his last coin on the counter, and ordered an ale.

Then, in a low whisper, he spoke to the "werewolf"

"I see I'm in good compay, brother. What's your problem?"

[alakin1]

There was a quiet laugh from next to Fen. An young woman sat there, her face was flawless, though it was dirty, and her two gleaming yellow eyes, like two gemstones, surveyed the two. Her skin was brown, either from tanning or natural, it was hard to tell. She had long black hair, that fell down to her shoulders, if you were to look closely, you could she that her back was covered with black hair, running down her spine,

"'Brother'," she gave a short, quiet laugh again, "Sounds like it's from some trashy novel". The woman, Yoli, stood up, she was about 5 foot high, thin, as though she hadn't eaten for some time. She wore a tattered grey dress, with a matching dirty grey cloak, she brushed some crumbs of he lap, before sitting down again, "Why not call him 'Fellow Diseased', while you're at it? Or 'Cursed Brother' Whatever happened to," her voice dropped to a whisper, "Whatever happened to simply 'Friend'?" Yoli had been born deep in the desert, and 'Friend' was the correct way to address fellow 'freaks' as far as she was concerned. "You should be proud. Not hiding it behind veiled terms."

[Panther385]

"Why be proud?"

A voice spoke. It seemed hoarse, as if the owner had a cold.

A white haired man stood behind Yoli, grinning gently. "Proud of being a hated monster? Proud of being a disgusting freak? Oh, now that's and achievement." He hissed, shoving his hands in his pockets. The earth-toned clothes he wore seemed several sizes to large for him- as if they were snatched from a thrift store by a blind man.

The werecat sat one seat away from Yoli and went into a coughing fit. It really hadn't been the best idea to stay in the old apartment building during a snowstorm, but, what could he say- the old deserted place was his home.

After he regained his composure, he studied the others. Some sort of thin banker and a hairy freak. Fellow werebeasts? Perhaps.

[alakin1]

Yoli gave a slight smile,
"Someone's got a high self esteem." She moved slightly further from the newcomer, whatever disease he had picked up, she wasn't going to catch. She picked up her drink and drunk a bit, "You're only a 'disgusting freak' or 'monster' if you want to be." she downed her drink, "Humans can be such hypocrites. Wouldn't you agree?"

((Yoli doesn't consider herself human.))

[LordPsycho]

Blackfoot sat there and watched the pair get into a debate about what their kind-no, his kind - should call themselves. He decided to ask the question. These were indeed other freaks, maybe one of them had heard of it.

"Tell me, friends, monsters, or whatever we call ourselves in this age, have any of you heard of an island called Psychotopia? I've heard rumors about, a place where we walk as normals, but most have never heard of it. Those who have are often to insane to talk straight, but maybe one of you have...never mind. You've probably never heard of it either."


((Note: Gargoyles can be considered related to Werebeast, but for my take on them see the Genetic Repository Entry))

[Mudsnout]

Fen stared down into his drink. He didn't like the fact that he was drawing so much attention, any gathering of lycans in one place was never wise. He looked at each of them in turn, but didn't reply to their questions of him. He watched them silently as they started their own conversations around him, a few didn't seem too comfortable with what they were. "Shut up and get away from me." he hissed very quietly, gesturing towards a man sitting in the back corner of the room.

Tall, gaunt, and with a hawkish face, he wore a black wide-brimmed hat and long cloak, hiding most of him. But the thing that could easily be seen about him was the clasp beneath his throat, in the shape of a silver arrow. The sign of the Hunters. "If you guys want to keep your skins, I suggest you act like you know me." he said, his face turning into one of greeting to them all, his expression one usually reserved for cherished friends. "And trust me, there's no such place as Psychotopia. I've heard of it, but all it is is a paniced beast's last plea for freedom. All there is is here, and all we have is the ability to run untill we aren't faster than their weapons anymore. So stop complaining, cat, none of us want to hear your self-pity." He growled, his voice sounded like that of a much older man's, in fact, his whole form seemed to be ten years ahead of him. He took a sip of his drink and continued to stare at the counter, allready aware that the hunter had his sights trained on them all.

[LordPsycho]

Blackfoot was taken aback. Some one who has heard of the fabled realm. He wondered if this lycathrope had found any of the many historical references Blackfoot had, but if that was the case, this fellow had obviously counted them a hoax, as so many have before him.

The Hunters was definately an interesting twist on events. Blackfoot was familiar with the group, having had a run in or two with the group, however the bunch of idiots always mislabeled him a werebeast, and proceeded to use their normal weapons against him, which of course had no effect. Blackfoot hoped this one was also not smart enough to use a sledge hammer.

"It's a shame you've given up hope. I expect I shall see you tonight - at least I will if that gentleman in the corner decides to as well."

With that, Blackfoot downed the rest of his ale and walked outside the tavern, around the corner, and into some woods near the town.
He went until he found a clearing perfect for his needs. on one side was a rocky outcropping he could hide in once he transformed, and nearby was a pool of water. Blackfoot stripped off his trenchcoat, and let his mind go.

Birds flew out in mass as the howl of pain rent the air. The transformation from human to Gargoyle (and back) as still very painful. Muscle and bone stretched, contorted and moved, reforming his body as his skin and close becae incased in their stone exoskeleton. When he was done, he looked at himself in a nearby pool of water. Blackfoot face had become boarlike, though his body was definately more lion. All four of his paws had taken on their shiny black onyx nature which gave him his name, and his batlike wings stretched out of his back.

He hoped his screams would attract some nearby attention, letting the lycathropes escape in peace. He quickly grabbed a few gulps of water and proceeded to lie low in the outcropping becoming part of the landscape of rocks.

[Mudsnout]

Fen turned his head to watch as the man left, eyes narrowed. There was something about him that unnerved him, something strange. He just didn't... smell like anything. Like he was nothing but an inanimate object in a human shell. He felt a shudder go through his spine, but he didn't let it show on the outside. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the thin hunter stalk out of the tavern, holding his hat down over his eyes. He wasn't much for hearing, but something was going on, and it obviously had to do with that guy. He smiled slightly to himself, ironic how his passing wish had been fulfilled. He stood, leaving his drink on the counter and walked out of the taver, eyes flicking around once inside for where the hunter had gone. He could see him, only barely, because he didn't have the best eyesight ever, but he could smell the scent trail of both him and the other were from a mile away. Both had intense emotions, and the air was ripe with the scent. Fen walked with purpose, not bothering to keep himself out of sight of the hunter. If he was any good, he allready knew Fen was there, and if he was very good, Fen hoped the other lycans would follow him soon.

The hunter slid through the woods silently, more of a shadow than a man. His cloak drifted behind him with his movements, and his dark eyes were filled with determination. He stopped as he neared the clearing, watching the footprints and hearing the beast's heavy breathing. He put his hand to his side, grabbing for something unknown, and edged closer to get a veiw of his prey. The creature was definately not lycan, but it's kind was not unknown to him. He realized he had come unprepared, and shrank back, mentally calling upon a list of the things he carried for something to use against it.

Once fen reached the thick of the woods, he sniffed the air, only smelling the hunter now, and uneasy because of it. He allowed himself some comfort in dropping to all fours, putting his nose to the ground and trying to track them better. He gave a slight grunt and sighed, his own instincts getting the better of him. He clambered as quietly as he could in the right direction, hoping that the other lycan hadn't done anything stupid. This hunter knew what he was doing.

[Leporidae]

((I don't think fairies count as one of the 'High-and-mighty' races, but even so the character in question is not like that at all. So I don't think it will be too much of a problem :3))

The woods were full of creatures big and small, most harmless unless provoked. However, there was no peace for those who were in vicinity of a certain dark-blue fairy. He would do most anything to pester other residents, mostly because he has nothing better to do. Since this is so, others look down upon him as a drunken scoundrel. But, why should he care as long as he is satisfied?

Fen was not going to be a exception to this fairy.

He lifted up his wings after a long rest in a robin's nest, and took flight.

Anyone withing earshot can hear him loud and clear. He guided himself to Fen, his wings all the while giving of a sound akin to a mosquito. While his dark-blue clothes and his even darker-blue skin help him blend in, his turquoise hair and boots give away his presence.

With a bow to his new guest, he letted his screechy voice be heard.

"Greetings to the pig. I welcome you! The Annoyance is at your servitude!"

This was going to be a long night . . .

((Admin Edit - DP: Lep, I went ahead and changed puppy to pig because Fen is a Wereboar, not a Werewolf. Didn't want to see a fight start, that's all))

[LordPsycho]

Blackfoot continued to lay low, letting the rocks blend in with his skin and thusly breaking up his outline. His nocturnal gargoyle eyes filtered out the shadow of the woods easily, and he kept his eye straight on the hunter, ready to pounce the moment the guy decided to move.

The Clearing had given Blackfoot ample room to make his move once the hunter made his, as the hunter was still a good ways away from Blackfoot's place of camoflague

And they sat, each treating the other like prey, waiting for the right time to strike.

Greetings to the pig. I welcome you! The Annoyance is at your servitude!

The voice rent the air as Blackfoot himself had earlier, but had an annoying cheeriness to it. Blackfoot took the momentary destraction, and launched himself in the air in a high (wing assisted) pounce towards the Hunter.

[Panther385]

The werecat had been lost in thought since the mention of Psychotopia. He'd left it for warmer climate, but he didn't expect anyone else to know about it...

~It is insane.~

He awoke from his daydreams with a start.

~No-name, move your lazy ass. You want to 'warm up', don't you? That man strange man should prove to be a sufficient struggle. And, if that doesn't work out, there's always your fellows, eh? I've heard that pork tastes quite good with some lemon and basil...~

No-name mentally growled at the beast in his head, the 'Cat'- or rather, the 'Neko Akuma', as it had decided to claim his name- liked to wait around until it could taunt him.

~Shut up.~ No-name stood up in a huff, leaving through the same door he had entered just 10 minutes ago.

****

Sniff-sniff.

No-name paused to take a whiff of the air, his nostrils flaring. He pulled his arms inside his large baggy shirt. No matter what he did, he was always cold.

"Greetings to the pig. I welcome you! The Annoyance is at your servitude!"

He winced at the voice of the fairy. The nerve of that thing!


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[TheBlackSoul]

((I don't have enough time right now to actually make an introduction post, but I'm joining eventually.))

[Mudsnout]

((Oh, no, I'm a big fan of fairies when they're played like that. Feel free!))

Fen jumped slightly when the blue fairy screetched in his ear, grimacing. He swiped his hand at the hovering thing, growling. "Back off, bug." he snorted, allready annoyed, and he was upset at this because he knew it was the fairie's aim.

The hunter winced when the fairy yelled, his eyes opening only in time to see the huge rocklike monster lunging at him. he tumbled, trying desperately to escape the wickedly sharp claws, but he felt them bite into his back legs and tear open his flesh as he jumped. He landed on all fours, wincing at the pain in his legs, but he didn't let it stop him from pulling out a vial of oozelike blue liquid. "Let's see how you deal with dragon's acid." He said with a smirk, tossing the vial with deadly accuracy at the gargoyle's hulking frame.

[alakin1]

Yoli watched her 'Friends' leave,
~Psychotopia? Another fabled legend no doubt, like the human's Atlantis. And what did the small one mean about the man?~ making up her mind on the spot, she put her empty cup down and strode out the tavern, ~A walk will help.~

As she walked, unconsciously shifting towards her were form, two lion ears poking out her hair, and a tail coming out a badly cut hole in the back of her dress, she quietly pondered, before being rudely interrupted,

"Greetings to the pig. I welcome you! The Annoyance is at your servitude!"

Yoli winced. What an annoying voice! It's title was well earned. Still, curious, she followed it. The man Blackfoot had mentioned was stood there, holding a vial of something. A stone creature...a gargoyle and some little fairy thing.
"Sheesh. What is this? The circus?"