09-28-2018, 08:52 PM
MONROE
MALE — SUNHAVEN — HELION — HARD
Long ago the male had been cursed. Because of the way he had treated others, because of the away he bashed and harmed and took the spot light, not caring for the feelings of others. Hurting those that didn't bow down. Greed consumed and that night when she had found the pearls upon the beach she thought nothing of it. They had just been what she considered a 'gift' because who cared if they belonged to someone. But when the feline had put them on such a pain consumed her body that she couldn't help but howl out. They changed her, shifted her into something ugly and foul. Cream colored fur fell away from her body to reveal thick grey skin, her tail collapsed before reforming a tiger shark's fin and a dorsal fin on her back. The worse was the pain of her skin splitting across her neck to for the gills and when everything was set and down she was in anguish. Not because of the pain but because of the way she looked and worse of all she wasn't who she was anymore. Before anyone could see her and what a hideous creature she had become, the male now allowed the waves to carry him away. Away from his own home and into the depths of the ocean.
It had taken a lot of courage to resurface again, to be able to look his siblings in the eye as he was and he still wasn't comfortable with the idea of what had happened. So he had changed his name, taken on a whole new identity so that no one would know who he was. He'd slipped onto the shores of Sunhaven and attempted to make himself a new life and as he did that he was able to live and to grow. There were so many faces that he had met and had grown to have friendships with. He'd lived through his brother's reign over Sunhaven and it still upset him that he had never told him who he was. Nerida. The name was always there on the tip of his tongue and he wanted to tell Jericho but he held it back, never thinking that the male would actually disappear and his reign was short lived. Quantum stepped up and he just fell in line, doing what he could where he could but then it fell on his shoulders. He hadn't expected it and the secret that he kept locked inside ate at him. They didn't know the real him because he was scared to let her back out. The cursed pearls held everything in and that made him feel...better he supposed. Perhaps it was better that he didn't allow for her to be known and it was better just to be Monroe.
The night in which Pincher had come to visit him he had been complacent, allow the male to speak his mind and he had no problem with it. The idea of the Typhoon being a possible ally had been appealing but only if justice was brought forth for the murders of his clanmates. That's when the talk turned to himself and the pearls he wore around his neck. It all came spilling out, his pain and his grief. The curse that these things brought to him, how he brought it upon himself and it was shocking how he just poured his heart out to this stranger, this male whom he knew little to nothing about. Things seemed to happen so face and Pincher had moved to him, lifted the pearls off of him as if they weighed nothing and a weight seemed to lift off his shoulders. He felt...free. Yet a pain settled over his mutated form and he gasped for air, for breathe that wouldn't come. Because of his mutations, because of the way he looked the pearls were the only thing keeping his body alive and functioning as it should. His heart fluttered in his chest and the image of the Typhoon leader seemed to turn sideways as he fell over and struggled to make sense of the world around him.
He didn't know where the male had gone to as the world darkened and became nothing but black and then he just ceased to breathe. Claws digging against his own chest as he sharply exhaled his last breath in this form. The male hadn't been seen since that night, and his body laid in the middle of his own home, jaws slightly parted on a heave that never happened.
It had taken a lot of courage to resurface again, to be able to look his siblings in the eye as he was and he still wasn't comfortable with the idea of what had happened. So he had changed his name, taken on a whole new identity so that no one would know who he was. He'd slipped onto the shores of Sunhaven and attempted to make himself a new life and as he did that he was able to live and to grow. There were so many faces that he had met and had grown to have friendships with. He'd lived through his brother's reign over Sunhaven and it still upset him that he had never told him who he was. Nerida. The name was always there on the tip of his tongue and he wanted to tell Jericho but he held it back, never thinking that the male would actually disappear and his reign was short lived. Quantum stepped up and he just fell in line, doing what he could where he could but then it fell on his shoulders. He hadn't expected it and the secret that he kept locked inside ate at him. They didn't know the real him because he was scared to let her back out. The cursed pearls held everything in and that made him feel...better he supposed. Perhaps it was better that he didn't allow for her to be known and it was better just to be Monroe.
The night in which Pincher had come to visit him he had been complacent, allow the male to speak his mind and he had no problem with it. The idea of the Typhoon being a possible ally had been appealing but only if justice was brought forth for the murders of his clanmates. That's when the talk turned to himself and the pearls he wore around his neck. It all came spilling out, his pain and his grief. The curse that these things brought to him, how he brought it upon himself and it was shocking how he just poured his heart out to this stranger, this male whom he knew little to nothing about. Things seemed to happen so face and Pincher had moved to him, lifted the pearls off of him as if they weighed nothing and a weight seemed to lift off his shoulders. He felt...free. Yet a pain settled over his mutated form and he gasped for air, for breathe that wouldn't come. Because of his mutations, because of the way he looked the pearls were the only thing keeping his body alive and functioning as it should. His heart fluttered in his chest and the image of the Typhoon leader seemed to turn sideways as he fell over and struggled to make sense of the world around him.
He didn't know where the male had gone to as the world darkened and became nothing but black and then he just ceased to breathe. Claws digging against his own chest as he sharply exhaled his last breath in this form. The male hadn't been seen since that night, and his body laid in the middle of his own home, jaws slightly parted on a heave that never happened.