as written by Faithy
Rolling back his shoulders, he shifted out of his seat and made his way away from where many were gathered. The cooking competition was coming up and Jimmy wasn’t sure if he wanted to watch it or if he just wanted to head back to his room. Well, after he spoke with his father, which pretty much sealed the deal of where he’d end up eventually. Their conversations never went well and he more than likely would not want to be around others. No, returning to his room to sulk was what he was apt to do, since that was what he had done in the past. That was before he started to hang out with Celeste, Aaro, and Inarin though.
Would they continue to hang out as a group or would things change? The city was growing more and more unsafe, but he wasn’t about to just hide out at the monastery and hoped they wouldn’t want to either. Well, Inarin might, but he has had life way tougher than anyone else as far as Jim was concerned. Shaking his head to clear out his thoughts, he gazed around for his father, stretching his arms out above his head to pop his shoulders and back. Hearing a ding, he glanced towards his phone, noticing another text from his father. Opening it up, he took note that James was at the Aurellae, sighing when his dad messaged that he wanted him to meet towards the entrance.
“Of course he does.” Shaking his head, the twenty-year-old slid fingers through his ebony locks before striding towards the front gate area.
“Jim! Over here!” James called out to his son, standing off to the side away from those that were standing around, which wasn’t a whole lot of people. The man was feeling worse than before and knew he should probably go to the doctor, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. What if he had been infected and was turning into a werewolf? No! His reputation was far too respected to have that happen. It was just the flu or something. Jimmy nodded and headed towards the man that could barely be considered a father, noting that his appearance was quite different than normal. His dirty-blonde hair was damp against his forehead and his normally prestigious clothing also appeared to be clinging to his body.
“Father, are you sick? What’s going on? Why are you here?” To the point and maybe a little blunt, but Jimmy didn’t want to let this carry on forever. The sooner he was yelled at; the sooner he could return to his room.
“I am not sure, Jim. I just wanted to come see you, felt it was important.” James paused and glanced at his arm before showing his son the bite. “A huge dog bit me a while back, but now I am wondering if it was something else.
“…A werewolf?” Jimmy whispered, frowning at the sight of the bite, his expression deepening when his father just nodded.
“Have you gone to the doctor?” Jim almost reached out to touch him, but something kept him from following through with the motion.
“Of course not! What a stupid question.” There it was, the snarky tone that Jim had grown up with.
James shook his head, grimacing before leaning forward, throwing up all over the place. Jimmy stepped back, alarm on his face. His emerald eyes widened when his father stumbled backwards from the vomit, sweat pouring down his face. What happened next was a flurry of events and it occurred in a matter of seconds. One moment his father was dressed and standing up completely normal save for the excess sweat and the next, he was ripping off his clothing. Thesound of bones popping in and out of place while the man before him changed into something entirely different echoed in Jimmy’s ears. Clenching his eyes closed, no longer wanting to witness the monstrosity act happening before him, the Proselyte felt his stomach clenching up. Thank goodness he didn’t eat that morning. Snapping his eyes back open at the sound of a growl, Jimmy stared at the furry creature in disbelief.
“Father…?” He started to say more just as the man lunged at him, the two going down hard against the ground. Grunting as the air was knocked out of him, Jimmy barely managed to bring his arm up in time to protect his face from claws raking down, the sharp things cutting easily through his exposed flesh, especially since he wasn’t wearing his jacket. He prepared himself for another attack, but before anything else happened, he noticed James was bounding away from him. Leaping to his feet, the young male rushed after his father, ignoring his arm for the moment.
James lunged at an unsuspecting female, maw digging into her stomach while his front and back claws sank into her soft body. Sensing someone nearing him, he snapped his head up, bringing out entrails with him before leaping at a man attempting to grab a hold of him. The arm that had been reaching out towards him was snapped down upon and the werewolf shook his head violently from side to side in order to rip the appendage off. He spat it out and swiped across the gentleman’s groin, knocking him down. Latching onto the male’s throat, he bit down hard, shredding it in order to jerk out the jugular. Blood coated his fur as he surged towards a group of children, intending on ripping them all into pieces.
Rolling back his shoulders, he shifted out of his seat and made his way away from where many were gathered. The cooking competition was coming up and Jimmy wasn’t sure if he wanted to watch it or if he just wanted to head back to his room. Well, after he spoke with his father, which pretty much sealed the deal of where he’d end up eventually. Their conversations never went well and he more than likely would not want to be around others. No, returning to his room to sulk was what he was apt to do, since that was what he had done in the past. That was before he started to hang out with Celeste, Aaro, and Inarin though.
Would they continue to hang out as a group or would things change? The city was growing more and more unsafe, but he wasn’t about to just hide out at the monastery and hoped they wouldn’t want to either. Well, Inarin might, but he has had life way tougher than anyone else as far as Jim was concerned. Shaking his head to clear out his thoughts, he gazed around for his father, stretching his arms out above his head to pop his shoulders and back. Hearing a ding, he glanced towards his phone, noticing another text from his father. Opening it up, he took note that James was at the Aurellae, sighing when his dad messaged that he wanted him to meet towards the entrance.
“Of course he does.” Shaking his head, the twenty-year-old slid fingers through his ebony locks before striding towards the front gate area.
“Jim! Over here!” James called out to his son, standing off to the side away from those that were standing around, which wasn’t a whole lot of people. The man was feeling worse than before and knew he should probably go to the doctor, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. What if he had been infected and was turning into a werewolf? No! His reputation was far too respected to have that happen. It was just the flu or something. Jimmy nodded and headed towards the man that could barely be considered a father, noting that his appearance was quite different than normal. His dirty-blonde hair was damp against his forehead and his normally prestigious clothing also appeared to be clinging to his body.
“Father, are you sick? What’s going on? Why are you here?” To the point and maybe a little blunt, but Jimmy didn’t want to let this carry on forever. The sooner he was yelled at; the sooner he could return to his room.
“I am not sure, Jim. I just wanted to come see you, felt it was important.” James paused and glanced at his arm before showing his son the bite. “A huge dog bit me a while back, but now I am wondering if it was something else.
“…A werewolf?” Jimmy whispered, frowning at the sight of the bite, his expression deepening when his father just nodded.
“Have you gone to the doctor?” Jim almost reached out to touch him, but something kept him from following through with the motion.
“Of course not! What a stupid question.” There it was, the snarky tone that Jim had grown up with.
James shook his head, grimacing before leaning forward, throwing up all over the place. Jimmy stepped back, alarm on his face. His emerald eyes widened when his father stumbled backwards from the vomit, sweat pouring down his face. What happened next was a flurry of events and it occurred in a matter of seconds. One moment his father was dressed and standing up completely normal save for the excess sweat and the next, he was ripping off his clothing. Thesound of bones popping in and out of place while the man before him changed into something entirely different echoed in Jimmy’s ears. Clenching his eyes closed, no longer wanting to witness the monstrosity act happening before him, the Proselyte felt his stomach clenching up. Thank goodness he didn’t eat that morning. Snapping his eyes back open at the sound of a growl, Jimmy stared at the furry creature in disbelief.
“Father…?” He started to say more just as the man lunged at him, the two going down hard against the ground. Grunting as the air was knocked out of him, Jimmy barely managed to bring his arm up in time to protect his face from claws raking down, the sharp things cutting easily through his exposed flesh, especially since he wasn’t wearing his jacket. He prepared himself for another attack, but before anything else happened, he noticed James was bounding away from him. Leaping to his feet, the young male rushed after his father, ignoring his arm for the moment.
James lunged at an unsuspecting female, maw digging into her stomach while his front and back claws sank into her soft body. Sensing someone nearing him, he snapped his head up, bringing out entrails with him before leaping at a man attempting to grab a hold of him. The arm that had been reaching out towards him was snapped down upon and the werewolf shook his head violently from side to side in order to rip the appendage off. He spat it out and swiped across the gentleman’s groin, knocking him down. Latching onto the male’s throat, he bit down hard, shredding it in order to jerk out the jugular. Blood coated his fur as he surged towards a group of children, intending on ripping them all into pieces.