Cole pinched the bridge of his nose as his form slumped slightly forward, there was stress hinted about his features. “No matter what I do,” He started weakly, the hiss lingering in his voice, “There’s nowhere I can run to or hide away in, some fat fuck with the likes of you lot, a wendigo, werewolf, or fae - someone or something always keeps pulling me back.” The redheaded man sighed aloud and dropped his hand only to straighten his posture and don a more sinister guise.
“Who am I kidding. We are all animals stuck in the slaughterhouse.” Concluded Cole, “Except I’m the wolf who has been cornered and I don’t have a leash. Whoops, fucked up on that didn’t you?” Mused the once random stranger as he began to stretch his features. Soft pops echoed through the wine cellar while multiple persons looked on with dismay and confusion. “I always say, don’t mess with the wolf or you’ll get the fangs. See that’s the funny part of this whole awakening thing, you’re one of two kinds of people. You either lay down and let what happens happen or... you’re like me, and you don’t just stare at what stares back at you from the abyss... no, I jumped the fuck in and slayed the bastard.”
“Who am I? All who live know my name - all who oppose me shall know... Death.”