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((Being it's so obvious I'm a common werewolf roleplayer, here's an excerpt from one of my profiles, of Sarvantes, a werewolf who hasn't yet discovered his ability, hearing his mother scream while he is in the forest, and comes dashing in response.))
"The gentle trees around him now seemed to cruelly mock his attempts to return home, obscuring his path with gnarled roots and crooked branches. The darkness taunted and mocked him, griping his heart in fear. And as his fear grew, so did such a feeling he had never experienced before. His blood seemed to boil; transforming into steam within his very veins. His teeth began to grind insanely as he dashed ever-faster in the direction of the cabin, when the old-fashioned home came within eyesight, he noticed the door was slightly askew. Sarvantes’s heart pounded like a fierce drum within his chest, rattling and ramming against his ribcage as if trying to let itself loose. He felt his breath come in deep gasps…caustic gasps, like ones he had never experienced before. And yet he continued forth to the distress yell until he reached the very door. His hand nervously reached for the doorknob, his throat tight in fear of what he might see. He had never heard his mother scream; she was brave and confident, she’d never allow herself to do something so cowardly. But then, who’s voice could that have been, echoing through the trees and to his own ears?
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"Before you criticize someone, walk a mile in his shoes. That way if he gets angry, he'll be a mile away and barefoot." - unknown
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