Plot: A werewolf meets a human girl and builds a close friendship with her, which eventually becomes deeper than that. As they start seeing much more of each other, the man must come to terms with a dark secret. Can he trust telling her his secret and use it around her, or will his heart be broken and send him to savagery? Name: Michael Whitefang Human Age: 21 Werewolf age: 41 Appearance: View attachment 9919 It was late at night and people flooded the streets in a rush hour. A usual day in New Stone City; always busy, but never vigilant. Michael sat down at "The Ground Pear," a local bar that dished out a drink that'll knock anything on his/her ass. Right now he was handling a strong cup of whiskey, classic and easy to handle. He'd chug it down easy but the warmth would strike his chest with a short buurn. Michael wasn't one for being out like this, mostly for his love of seclusion. But he needed to hear something other than the snarl of his lycanthrope blood. Being a werewolf was like some legends say. Call of the blood, desire to eat human, yadda yadda yadda, etc. All except the part about humanity, that was about sheer will power. If a man was strong enough to control his mind and rage, then handling the blood would be no problem. Michael was a natural at it. Setting down his glass on the bar, he picked his pocket and left a tip of ten bucks for the bar keep. Being night time, Michael decided to head home and lock up for the night. It wasn't that he couldn't hold it-mmore or less; but that it would get stronger on full moons and could rip his mind apart.