An Uncertain Ignorance

[ExtraWhiteRice]

Private roleplay between myself and StoneWolf18.


William:

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Name: William Ryan Steinhelm

Age: 24


Gender: Male


Race: Werewolf/human (Naturally born)


Height: 6'2"


Weight: 205 lbs (Toned, not fat)


Appearance: Human Form


Transformed Appearance: Werewolf form


Personality: Carefree, which causes him to be a slight rebel to authorities, he cares for his friends against all odds, lost temper leads to him scaring the crap out of you.

Elara:

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Name: Elara Marks

Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf (Bitten)
~APPEARANCE~
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 115 lbs
Hair: A light blonde, appears white in some lighting.
Eyes: A deep blue.
Build: Lean with a narrow and small frame, somewhat physically fit.
Complexion: Somewhat pale.


Transformed: 


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~PERSONAL~
Personality: Too skittish for her own good, Elara is a girl all to easily frightened. While not naive like some would think, she's overly worrisome and cautious to a rather exhausting extent. Fretting over the simplest of matters even if they don't directly concern her. All this has drove her to be rather pessimistic and slow to form trust. She's protective in her own way towards those she cares about because of it, although most have learned to tune out her advice...until it saves their hide later on.

 

[ExtraWhiteRice]

"Just because you haven't seen one doesn't mean they aren't real!" William said hotly, slightly irritated at his arguee, as they seemed very closed minded.  Despite his irritated face, his form was laid back, almost as if h e were enjoying the argument more than he was letting on. Standing outside of a run-down abandoned building, he sniffed the air.  Something was different about her today--her smell was different.  He couldn't put his finger on it, but she smelled more...feral.  "We've never seen air, yet we breathe.  We've never been to space, but we believe that it's a vacuum.  Why is a human transforming into a half-wolf beast so farfetched?"


No one really ever believed anything that they had not seen, or at least, they didn't believe in it if someone else hadn't seen it. Will knew better, he knew there was more to this world than people thought.  He knew he hadn't seen it all, though he had definitely seen more than most.  He was a werewolf after all.  Tonight, he knew, was the full moon, and he was looking forward to it.  He liked to run free in the forest on these nights.  He tried to stay away from the city, as he wasn't fully in control of his bloodlust, but in the forest, he was free.


((Maybe will be able to add to this once we get the second character's profile in here ^^" ))

 

[StoneWolf18]

Elara had been feeling absolutely awful the last day or so, and she wasn't all that sure why. It could've been the encounter she had the night before last, walking to her car when a wild animal out of the blue leaps out of nowhere in some sort of crazed panic, bowling her over and managing to sink its teeth into her right arm as it stood and got away. It all happened so quickly that she swore it was a wild dog spooked by something within the woods, and based upon the nasty bite she received, it was a miracle she didn't need to be treated for an illnesses the poor thing could’ve been carrying. Yet the wound had been itching and burning as the month progressed, as had sleeping began difficult during the night. Was she coming down with something? Probably. Even though they said it wasn't infected, she now had her doubts.



Yet now it was just past noon with night slowly drawing near, which didn’t help her condition in the slightest. Yet William and her had met in this same spot since they were children, and he was determined to keep her there even as they both had busier lives. In front of the dilapidated and abandoned building, she struggled to concentrate on his words through the throbbing within her mind before shaking her head slightly with a sigh. “It would be impossible for such a drastic change to happen, a human to a wolf? That's two different species. Scientists have tested the air and astronauts have went to space, werewolves, as I’m sure people have looked into it, are purely fiction.” Ever since she had met him many years ago, Elara and him almost never failed to have this sort of argument as it was really the only thing that got him riled for some odd reason. Or at least seemed to. Why in the world was he being so bloody defensive? Admits her discomfort, a dry, half hearted chuckle escaped her lips as she gently tugged back her sleeve to reveal the sterile bandage that had been wrapped round the injury. “It’s like saying that dog or whatever it was that bit me could talk, it's been proven that it simply can’t happen…” She trailed off, as the time slowly ticked by, the woman was feeling nauseated, her mind overcome with a fierce migraine. Bringing a hand to her head, she groaned slightly. “I-I think I need to call it a night anyway…"


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[ExtraWhiteRice]

"Yeah, you look absolutely beat." William responded, letting the topic drop as he knew he wouldn't be able to convince her. They had this argument many times in the past, but it had only been brought up recently because of the bite she had received.  While Will admitted that it -could- have been a dog, it was very doubtful.  He had never seen someone who had been bitten, but there were rumors that they went through a sickness first, and transformed their first time on the full moon.  "I'll walk you home.  No dog will get past me.  Not that they would try in daylight." And the later it got, the more he felt the need to break out of his skin, to go run into the woods.  The more he pondered, he had a feeling that Elara would be joining him tonight on his hunt.  He didn't say much on the walk home, though if Elara knew him, she'd know he was still trying to find some sort of argument she would accept would cause the possibility of werewolfism.


"Get some rest, you'll probably feel better in the morning..." He cooed, though before his run, he was going to stop in on her--he knew it would be fairly easy to get to her room.  No one locked anything in a small town, though with no one getting burgled, it was a normal thing for them.  He never walked away, however, without a goodbye, so he stood there patiently, giving a comforting smile despite his troubled mind, and Elara's troubled form.  Plus, the pack leaders would want to know there was a bitten roaming around, despite how blasphemous the idea of a bitten was.  They hadn't had any incidents in this area, though those that were not natural-born didn't seem to have as good of a handle on their blood-lust as naturals did.


I'll show up in human form, just in case I'm wrong. Will thought, working out his plan for later.  Otherwise, I could really freak her out.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Elara gave him a small forced smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow…” she murmured before turning and entering her home, quickly shutting the door. After she did, it didn't take her long before shuffling towards her bedroom and collapsing into bed, drawing the blankets up around her as she tried to force herself to sleep.



As night felt and the moon slowly began to rise, the woman couldn't help but continue to feel increasingly worse. Unable to remain asleep, pain and discomfort radiating throughout her body. Not willing to move, she laid in an almost deafening silence, wide awake and feeling as if she wanted to run with a sudden burst of energy at the most inconvenient time. Had it been the cup of coffee she had drank? Maybe although that had been hours ago. Her mind then wandered to the wound on her arm… an infection was more than plausible at this point as it burned as if she had set it aflame with the skin around it crawling. This, however, caused her feverish conscious to drift back to the subject that her and William had been discussing earlier. ‘It's impossible…’ she thought to herself. ‘Couldn't e-’ Her train of thought was abruptly derailed as a cry of pain escaped her lips, an unfamiliar sharp sensation shooting down her spinal chord. Sinking deeper into her sheets, she tried to steady her breathing, wishing the night would end in a hurry.


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[ExtraWhiteRice]

The day drew closer and closer to a close.  William had set himself about the task of walking the streets--he was to antsy to go home quite yet.  He did random odd tasks for people in the small town, such as climbing trees to grab cats (Which smelled tasty, by the way).  A couple of odd jobs such as help with harvesting or using his skill with his hands to assist in repairs on a building.  Finally, when the sun began going down, William slunk to the shadows.


The change would begin, but it wouldn't be completed until the moon was at it's peak.  Not for Elara, anyway, this being her first change.  She needed someone there to comfort her, as he knew she would be alone.  Moving quietly to her house, he tested the door--unlocked, as he expected.  He opened the door as silently as he could, closing it as well, and went to Elara's room, opening the door, again silently, and closing it behind him.  Just as a cry escaped her lips, he was next to her bed.  "I thought so earlier, but I'm certain now." Will said, crouching next to her bed as he watched her change.  "The first change is always the most painful.  But we should get you to the forest.  You need the open air." He would not touch her without her permission, but he himself was feeling the change rearing up in him--he had to stifle it for the moment.  Elara needed something familiar.  Unfortunately, he would have to break the news to her now, now that he was certain.  "Elara, you are a werewolf--the dog that bit you a couple days ago was also one.  This change will be painful, but you'll feel much better in the morning."  His voice remained calm, comforting and cooing towards her, though his words took on a measure of experience.


Even natural-born werewolves didn't change as babies.  They changed as they grew into their teens, hit puberty.  William's first change came slightly earlier than most, at the age of 13.  He'd learned much from his parents (Probably why he still lived with them, too). He remembered the excruciating pain, the pain of his bones changing, re-aligning, adjusting.  The pain of hair suddenly growing from his skin, the pain of his jaw changing to accommodate a longer nose, his teeth growing to that of a canine's.  He shook off his memories, Elara needed him now.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Elara was rather surprised as William entered her room, yet she didn't get a chance to ask him why he was doing here so late when he crouched down next to her bed and began to speak. At first she was rather confused by what he meant, until he continued along. Werewolf? That wasn't and couldn't be possible. Frowned deeply admits her cocoon of blankets, she shook her head and tried to mumble a response but was instead overcome with the same type of pain as before albeit much worse. Only managing to force a stifled whimper out of her throat, she nodded and slowly pealed back the sheets before trying to stand but ending up having to use her friend for support. As she allowed her to lean on him, slowly but surely moving out of her house, the woman was having trouble processing her current situation. She was now apparently a previously assumed fictitious beast, or at least the man next to her claimed it to be so. Still, the concept couldn't be cemented within her mind until they reached her door which was being closed, a feeling as if her bones were threatening to shift originating in her ribs.


It didn't take long for them to reach the forest that bordered the small town, Elara half walking half needing to be carried in between the assorted bits of foliage and towering oaks, the pair making it a little ways before happening upon a small clearing. By this point the discomfort had turned into a foreign sensation that her mind was having trouble categorizing. Her whole body ached and felt as if it were being compressed and stretched at the same time, ever muscle and patch of skin feeling as if it were on fire. And then her injury, oh the bite! It radiated heat and other such negative tell-tale signs but what did it matter at this point? Not much. For it didn't take long for her form to give to the metaphorical pressure it was being put under. Bones bending, snapping and rearranging themselves. Her gums beginning to bleed as teeth were pushed out and others taking their place with a much sharper... it felt as if she was going to fall unconscious until it suddenly stopped. Leaving her in a barely transformed state seeing as the moon wasn't yet directly above them.


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[ExtraWhiteRice]

Lucky for William, Elara was cooperating with him.  They had put a fair amount of distance between them and the town--though he had to help her along most of the way, he didn't mind.  He knew that she would be scorned among the tribe, but there wasn't much he could do about it.  There was no known cure for lycanthropy.  Many had tried, but to no avail.  Elara was on the brink of passing out, but he knew the virus wouldn't let her.  He had been much the same, though he cried more than she did.  He wondered if the process felt different for those that were bitten rather than those that were natural-born.  He decided, at this time, that he would allow himself to slip into his wolf form.  He wasn't sure where Elara's eyes were, but it didn't matter--the itching under his skin wouldn't stop until he transformed.  It didn't take but a moment--it was faster after the first transformation.  William was gone, and in his place was a werewolf that stayed by Elara's side, doing what it could to ease her pain--she couldn't fight back yet, not until the moon was directly overhead.


Finally, the transformation was complete.  The moon was directly in the sky, and he saw Elara's form fully transformed.  She was a stunning werewolf, he had to admit, despite being bitten.  He had always been told that their form was horrendous, but he hadn't actually met anyone that was bitten before...or at least, no one that owned up to it.  He let out a loud howl at the moon, not a sound of joy or sadness, but of wild freedom.  He knew he and the other wolves could understand wolf-speak, but would Elara? Only way to find out would be to give it a try...


"Elara, look--look at your hands.  You are in your wolf form.  I'm right here, in mine.  We, both, are werewolves." His voice was gentle as a wolf's voice could be, though to a human it would sound like various yips and other sounds--it was the empathy with the wild that allowed them to understand each other. 


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[StoneWolf18]

Once it continued - and finished for that matter - Elara felt... odd. She had kept her eyes shut rather tightly, not only as try and fight off the overwhelming sense of nausea that had caused bile to rise in her throat, but because she wasn't mentally prepared to handle such a situation. Yet the man, or now rather wolf, beside her gave a long howl before apparently speaking to her. It was difficult to make out the words, or anything at all as it was more closely akin to broken English with barks and other such noises filling in the gaps. However, she was able to piece together that he wanted her to look at her hands. Slowly opening her shut eyes, the woman looked at them and gave the closest thing she could to a grimace at what she saw. Paws that had human-like figure distinctions. Doing so further, she saw the white fur that coated her inner torso, legs and arms as well as the golden color that filled in the rest of her back. The whole situation was surreal, as if she were dreaming or reading the scenario out of a shitty teen novel. Shaking slightly as she looked to the now wolffish and quite frankly much taller William, his amber gaze was comforting yet it didn't to much to quell her now frayed nerves.



Then her senses slowly became unmuffled, as if emerging from a deep pool of water. She could hear and smell the forest and beyond around her… the darker parts of the forest were as clear as day. It was all too much to take in, the new werewolf unsteady on her hindpaws. The softest noises felt deafening, faintest scents overpowering. Elara subconsciously pinned her ears back to her skull and shut her eyes once more trying to block out all the stimuli. Yet then came the rush of energy as before. It overwhelming her, the temptation to allow her mind to slip away and endlessly run and hunt. She wanted to, desperately as fighting the urges was becoming increasingly more difficult. Bringing her paws up to grasp her now fuzzy and lupine skull, she could barely think much less rationalize the situation. “I can't…” She made out, it now sounding like the actual whimpering cry of a dog. Hopefully such vile sensations wouldn't last for much longer. 


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[ExtraWhiteRice]

William had been expecting a bit of a breakdown, but nonetheless, he was there to comfort her.  "We need to work off the moon's energy.  Run! Follow me!" He said excitedly, in wolf language.  He beckoned to her, indicating for her to follow him.  He knew that once she found her balance, she would be able to keep up--maybe he wouldn't report this to the elders of the pack...maybe not just yet.  She still needed to find her bearings as a wolf, and he wouldn't have her shunned before she could prove to everyone that she could control her blood lust.  Maybe a few more nights, a few training sessions...he needed to help her.  He had this nagging feeling that this wouldn't be easy--but for his friend, he would do it.


He began to run, looking back to see if she would follow--until she did, William would stop.  He couldn't leave her alone, but they had half the night until her transformation would end--until dawn.  Running would take them time.  Her sharpened senses would allow her to navigate the forest, but he would hold back to help her.  "It's a rush!" He called back.  "Don't try to block out your senses--they are your guidance." Hoping beyond hope that Elara would be okay, Will waited.  If she opened up her senses, she would know exactly where he was, know that he was not far.  There were not many werewolves out in this area, he knew they would be deeper in the woods.  


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[StoneWolf18]

As he began speaking to her again, she looked up and saw that William had gone ahead and was gesturing for her to follow. Hardly being able to see him, she lifted her ears a bit and allowed whatever instinct had been created to partially take over. At first her paw steps were as unstead as a new born lamb, but soon she managed to become more sure of herself. Catching up to her friend, although slowly, she waited for him to continue running. Ready to follow.


(Sorry it's short, I'm a bit distracted tonight >.<)

 

[ExtraWhiteRice]

Lucky for William, Elara had caught up.  He could tell her instinct was beginning to take over.  "Focus on me." He said as he continued running--he had a particular spot in mind that looked dazzling in the new moon.  He took off, making sure he was going slow enough for Elara to keep up. He knew that she had tons of energy, just as he did in this form.  Letting his instinct take control (But keeping just enough attention on Elara to ensure she was following), he ran, bobbed, and weaved through the trees, occasionally using the trunks of the more sturdy trees to give him a boost as he ran, keeping in sight of Elara so that hopefully she would learn a bit easier how to navigate.  Finally, he broke through the tree line, stopping himself only when he came to the edge of a sheer cliff with a strong river running off of it.  At the bottom was a pool of water, and a river coming off of it.  The surface, despite being very disturbed, reflected the light from the moon and stars in many directions.  William held his breath--it was one of his favorite places to think.  He turned, making sure Elara would stop on time--he didn't want her bowling over him into the wrong area--he'd jumped into the pool below a few times.  It was deeper than it looked.


"Stop.  We're here." he stated as soon as she had caught up with the broken treeline.  "Look over the edge." He wasn't sure she could understand wolfspeak, but he tried his best to communicate his message. He'd certainly have to teach her.


(( @StoneWolf18 it is fine, no worries! Happens to everyone.))

 

[StoneWolf18]

Still not able to fully understand William, she followed anyway, giving into the instincts that so wanted to be free. Once they were, the rush she felt wasn't anything she'd ever experienced before. It was a pure, primal joy of rushing through the trees, powering through underbrush, and leaping over fallen logs she wasn't even aware existed. By now she was fully in autopilot, a spectator. Witnessing these events at if they were a dream no longer in control of her own actions. When the cliff came into view, Elara tried to let out a cry but wasn't able to as her body automatically slowed to a stop. It then looked up at the other wolf, head tilted slightly and ears pushed forward although she still couldn't understand a word of what he had said. Despite that, however, she gazed upon the pool reflecting the starts with wonder. The sight was extremely beautiful. Unable to speak, she waited for what was going to occur next, clearly out of place in such a situation.


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William would have smiled, only the shape of his face didn't really allow it.  "Water's deep." He said, going directly to the edge of the cliff.  His muscles always locked before his jump, his instincts screaming at him that this was a bad idea; but he never let that stop him.  He leaped off the cliff, diving into the pool below them.  Once fully submerged, he pumped his arms, forcing his head above the water as he took a deep breath.  Light shone against his wet fur, and he treaded water, waiting to see if Elara would jump too.  The instinctual code was survival, this appeared to be a death trap.  He let out a howl of joy, once more calling to the moon that which he felt--the howling was all about freedom.  


Come on... He thought, almost whispered it to himself as he looked to the cliff top.  Jump.  I'm here in case anything happens. After you are in the air...your instincts will take over...


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[StoneWolf18]

Although she didn't catch what he meant y a series of barks and yips, it was safe to assume that he wanted her to jump and follow suit in what he did. Taking a breath she tried to force herself off the cliff but found herself unable, ever bell and whistle in her mind going off as it was clearly unsafe. It took her another moment to push through such strong feelings, yet her jump wasn't clean. As she left the ground, her body forced itself backwards to try and grab for it, which caused Elars's muscles to lock as she impacted the water roughly on her back. Stunned she sank somewhat, remaining under for moments until she tried to gasp for air, but taking a mouthful of water instead. Panicking slightly, she forced herself to break the pool's surface with spluttering and coughing, awkwardly swimming to the edge as she collected herself. Coughing up the water she had inhaled.


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[ExtraWhiteRice]

Her splash was big--though the wolf hide would have protected her for the most part.  She had been under too long--he was about to dive to retrieve her when she finally rose back up in the water, able to swim to the edge.  He had to get used to swimming, admittedly, in his hybrid form.  His muscles worked much the same, but it didn't flow past the water the same.  His arms weren't the same size around, but after getting used to it, it was actually easier. He swam to the water's edge, next to Elara, nodding.  He had decided that she couldn't quite understand him yet--but the night was now growing late, he knew they only had a couple hours before sunrise now--meaning it was time to go back to the village.  He wondered if she would pass out at the end? Her body would change back to human form rather soon.  He wouldn't mind carrying her home, leaving a note on her door to remind her the whole thing was real.  It felt much like a dream for the first few times he had changed.


Climbing out of the water, he shook himself, shooting water every which way, much as would a dog.  His fur was still damp, but he would remain fairly warm.  After he was done, he indicated to Elara--she should do much the same.  The water was cold, it would help her warm up.  As he watched her, it occurred to him just how beautiful Elara's half-form was.  His mind trailed back, again, to how he had grown up thinking that hybrids were ugly, mangey.  He started to wonder when these rumors started.  It didn't matter much, they only had a couple hours until sunrise, and her form would wear off--he would report it to the pack leader in a private meeting in human form--only...later.


"Ready for another run?" He asked, tilting his head sideways to indicate also that she should follow.


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