Learning the Ropes (privite)

Arai shook her head. The man didn't understand. She knew that she would be able to control it at some point, but she had bitten him. She could have spread this unholy curse upon him as well. Arai struggled to her feet, using one arm too keep her torn and ragged shirt from falling apart, the other, holding all the gear she had discarded in her transformation.

"Kyofu... The curse... it's spread by bite..." Arai explained, stumbling past him. She had to get home. She couldn't stay outside like this. The pain of her wounds split down her ribs and back, causing her to cringe with each, painful step. 

"It's not something to be held in high esteem..." She mumbled, talking more to herself than to the white haired, black-eyed man. "It's a curse..." Kira, using the walls for support, stumbled her way back home where she collapsed at the front door. Her little sister, hearing the commotion, opened it and found Arai, crumpled on their door step. She screamed and her parents can rushing to the door, equally surprised, but more composed than Arai's sister. They laid her on her bed where they watched over her, like parent wolves over their cub. They knew what these were signs of. Arai was coming of age and had experienced the rush of the wolven form for the first time. Her mother looked to her father, silently agreeing that they would have to have a talk with Arai once she had awoken. She had to know the responsibilities of being a Werewolf.

Kyofu would nod he saw that the girl was leaving the scene. He did not want to further disrupt her as he was sure the wolven curse had wore off from the impact of her hutting the wall. Kyofu would smirk as he made his way back home. 

Exit
427WC to wood reroll
1448WC in all so claiming 7 stats

Arai awoke early that morning and found herself in her bed at home, dressed no longer in the rags her transformation left her in, but in her night gown. She looked around her room in confusion. How had she gotten here? She couldn't remember much about the night prior... It hurt so much to remember.... Arai Slipped off the bed and proceeded to walk out of her bed room, flinching with each step. Memories flashed through her mind as she touched the door handle that lead to the living room.

A man with black and red eyes.... white hair.... holding a kunai out at her like he was threatening to stab her. She looked down and for an instant, she saw giant, gnarled, wolven claws instead of hands. She blinked and shook her head, not believing what she had seen. When she looked at her hands again, they were normal... Arai took a deep breath and sighed. She must have had a nightmare or something. Yeah.... something like that. Arai stepped into the living room and saw her little sister her mother and father talking about something... As she approached, they noticed her and stopped talking immediately, worried looks on their faces as they looked at each other.

"Morning!" Arai yawned, taking a seen next to her sister, smiling warmly at all of them. They didn't smile back, only staring. She looked back at them, confused, smile slipping from her face.

"Is there something wrong...?" She asked. Her mother, the one whom was the voice of compassion, put a hand on her shoulder and looked at Arai seriously.

"We have to talk..." She said.

(Exit)

WC: 2030

Claiming: Pack Leader Werewolf form and 10 stats