Darkened Alley, Southport, New Jersey.....
Nightfall once again arrived to find Ron Hemming out amid the darkened streets he felt the inevitable burning sensation of his blood boiling and his flesh growing heated as he stumbled into a nearby alleyway. He could hear the ancient melody filling his ears as it had every night since he'd been given to his beast blood. The shifting of his eyes going from their usual hazel coloration to that of a deep yellow hue and the control of his well-toned muscular body as he collapsed onto his knees amid the shadows of two large buildings would have frightened any unsuspecting person to the likes of which no one had ever endured as the handsome man's face elongated in the form of a dog like snout and his teeth grew in size protruding from his mouth in the form of razor-sharp fangs. His arms grew longer as his flesh rippled and began peeling off in droves revealing dark brown fur that covered in and began to grow at a rapid pace.
The sweet music of Luna's song continued to fill his ears as he longed to bathe beneath her enduring light. It filled him like nothing he had ever known and called out to the blood that continued to boil within his veins. A howl escaped his lips as he struggled against the creature that dwelled within the mortal shell of what had once been a man. It was a painful transformation, one that caused him to endure agony beyond measure, but the beast was desperate to be free of its fleshy prison.
It stood at an impressive height, surpassing even the height of the mortal man it had once been as it tore through its fleshy confines and rushed out into the open night a terror for the eyes as it prowled before venturing to the park where it had been known to use it as a hunting grounds. The beast made many a meal among the venturing animals and usually found itself in the company of a strange mortal who enjoyed fighting with it.
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Carron Park, Southport, New Jersey.....
There was no sign of the mortal man who had met with him every full moon and battled him as the beast looked around feeling the sensation of loneliness for the first time in a long time since its initial arrival. It was like the sad man, who came with a fist and silver to do battle at the height of the full moon. It sensed the sadness that poured off the man in waves, but also the spirit of kinship, something that no other mortal around him had ever possessed. It was an odd thing to have comradery with a mortal, even one that had been dead set on attempting to end its amusing existence, to say the least as the beast knew itself to have been immortal.
Quick eyes and fast legs caught sight of a white-tailed deer who had wandered into the park. Before the creature could react, he'd been on it pouncing at a speed that could have broken numerous records as his sharp fangs sunk into the soft palate of the unsuspecting deer drawing a good deal of blood after severing a main vein. The beast wrestled it to the ground as it attempted to kick and roll in a bid to escape, but it was to no avail. The beast's razor-sharp teeth and powerful arms locked around its body pulling it down and pinning it to the ground as it gorged on the bountiful flesh and fat in mere seconds.
The low growls that erupted from the beast could be heard as it continued to indulge itself in the flesh of the deer it brought down. Other deer took off much too afraid to be anywhere near what was happening to one of their own as the beast continued to gorge on the carcass of its fresh kill before dropping it and venturing toward the nearby pond where it splashed among the murky water ridding itself of much of the blood and grit from having indulged via the deer. It seemed to be searching for something as its dark nose lifted high into the air as it sniffed and growled before venturing to familiar places with a scent that caught its attention.
The brown beast circled the park and eventually came to every place it had done some form of a battle against the brave wolf hunter and their bouts ended with a draw, more or less due to the wolf taking off at the instant of detransformation than rather sticking around to kill off the brave mortal who had dared to amuse it while beneath the light of the full moon.
A mournful howl filled the crisp night air as the beast eventually concluded that his mortal playmate had not been able to return due to possibly being dead as he had never missed a moonlit night to do battle from the first night they had encountered one another.
Seemingly disappointed, the brown beast collapsed onto the spot where they often met and sat in silence aside from its rapid breathing. It grew restless after several moments and darted off into the night hoping to find a suitable replacement for the wolf hunter that had brought it so much amusement throughout their association.
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Open Street, Southport, New Jersey.....
The beast ended up racing back toward the familiar district of Ron Hemming's apartment where a bloodsucker was waiting in the shadows feeding on an unfortunate homeless victim as he approached. The hiss from the sickly pale corpse of a being before him only served to amuse him as he let out a rumbling growl in response before they ended up clashing in the middle of the street.
The hiss of the cold pale figure grew louder as it attempted to slash at the rapidly healing brown fur-covered werewolf with its claws and fangs into the blood sucker's throat, but didn't ingest the foul-tasting black blood that oozed from its severed sickly pale flesh.
The brown beast tossed the carcass into the street and growled as he noted the onset of the sunrise. The blood fiend hissed as it attempted to move toward him, still oozing the slick black sludge that passed for its blood with its various injuries rapidly healing as if nothing had damaged it in the first place. The brown wolf snarled extending its fangs and lunging at the pale creature once more ripping away at the saggy-looking flesh just as the sun rose high in the sky.
A Harsh gasp followed by fizzing and popping of seared flesh filled the air as the rancid monster of cadaverous flesh began to feel the burn as it were and started to combust at the onset of the bright golden rays beating against a creature as it offered one more vile swipe at the brown beast before succumbing to it's painful and spectacle-driven death before becoming little more than a pile of burnt ashes in the wake of the event.
The winded brown beast collapsed not so far away from the sight of the fizzling flames and blowing dust as the shifting of its body and the retracting of its fangs gave way to pinked lightly tanned flesh as the beast once more found itself caged inside the confines of its flits prison.
Ron Hemming found himself rolling onto his back and gasping for breath as his sweat-clad body became naked before the sun in the early light of day. He felt the heaviness of his aching muscles and tasted the coppery scent of blood on his lips as he felt his fangs retract causing his gums to bleed slightly.
As long as he'd been a shapeshifter, he knew he'd never get used to having to transform be it into the wolf that lurked within or the man that fooled the view of the world around him. Taking a moment, he scrambled to his feet. He began to rush back toward the familiar street that lead to his home trying his best to keep his low dangling cock from the line of sight of the unsuspected spectators that had been simply going about their day who had stumbled upon him in such a state.