The Rougarou (original French loup-garou) is a familiar legend throughout French Louisiana. There are many variations, but the story generally involves a person who gets cursed, and becomes a flesh eating werewolf (or, occasionally, some other type of were-creature). Frequently the curse can be passed to another individual by biting them or draining their blood.
Hello and hey again Mario fandom! I finally kicked my brain to draw something for my au.
And by this something i mean an upgraded look of were Mario and Mario himself! Since he was stuck with this curse for months now, his appearence changed a bit.
He gained permanent fangs, bit pointy ears and bit narrowed pupils, but in other sides it's still the same Mario he used to be, just a little bit more of a show off XD
Okay, so, I'm not even sure how earnest I am about this, but .. we all know how, usually, movies and tv-shows and such are rated for their potential sexual &/ violent content, right? That there exist these phrases like "approved for all audiences" or "viewer discretion advised" ..
and the one thing where I always thought they should post trigger warnings but never did were nature&/animal documentaries, because of my arachnophobia .. like I've got zero problems with snakes or crocodiles or sharks, but show me a spider and I'd get a jump scare so bad that I'd accidentally throw snacks across the room or choke on&/spit out my drink
please note: this is not an invite for y'all to post pictures of spiders in the comments and give me a minor heart attack
anyway, I just thought, maybe there should exist a similar rating system for content with anthropomorphic animals, like, inform viewers above 16/14/12 whatev, that there'll be anthro characters, especially if they've got attractive personalities, because it is seriously ridiculous how attracted I am to some fictional (animated) animals and shifters and I'd like some warning next time, please and thank you, it's already enough with humanoid aliens and androids
The last good thing to come out of the series before the dire ending that was Bloody Roar 4, Primal Fury isn’t quite a sequel, nor is it just a revision. Rather, it’s somewhere in between, featuring new characters (and new designs for the old cast), new stages, and new mechanics while using BR3 as a base. It’s often considered by series fans to be the best of the series, and there’s plenty of reason to see why. It’s not that it’s drastically different from what the series already established, but adds a layer of polish that helps edge this title out.
It was a cold night. The storm outside was loud against the roof of the Afton household.
Michael Afton knew it was the perfect night for a movie. He had made himself some fresh popcorn and was curled up in the armchair. 'An American Werewolf in London' had just started.
It had been recommended by one of his friends. A gorey werewolf movie? Sign him up.
He knew he wouldn't be disturbed either. His siblings were currently asleep upstairs and his father was in the basement doing god knows what.
Michael could still smell whatever he had dragged in earlier. It had been too dark to see but it had smelt of rotting meat. A smell Michael was familiar with when he had to clean the freezers at Fredbears as punishment for whatever antics he had done.
Michael had learned not to care for his father's work. It wasn't like he was ever told or got to see anything.
So, he didn't question it. He just assumed it was old food from the diner and let his dad get to work. That's usually what happens.
The first werewolf attack had begun playing on the TV when Michael felt a strong hand on his shoulder.
He finished the popcorn in his mouth and looked up at his father, who stared him down with a harsh glare. The bags under his eyes contrasted against his pale skin and blue eyes that met Michael's own.
"Why are you up?" William Afton questioned his eldest. His voice was as cold and harsh as ever, holding that accent that Michael's own voice mimicked.
"Just watching a movie, Father" Michael replied. "It's Friday night. I thought it would be okay as I'm not doing anything tomorrow"
"Yes" William replied, his cold eyes scanning the room. "Your siblings are in bed, yes?"
"Yes. I made sure they were. Lizzie wanted a story from you though. I compromised with her and tried my best to read her one, with the voices like you do" Michael answered.
Michael hated taking care of his siblings. He was only 15. It should be father's job, not his.
"Evan complained about monsters again. I had to show him there was nothing" Michael told his father
William hummed and finally took his hand off his son's shoulder. He picked up the remote to the TV and shut it off.
"Hey!" Michael cried but was quickly silenced when William crouched down to him.
He had always been a tall man. Seeing him crouch was an intimidating thing. No wonder Evan freaked out.
"Michael" William began. "I believe I am on the verge of discovering something wonderful but I need your assistance"
Michael was in shock. His help? Why? His father never let him help with anything.
"With what?" Michael questioned.
"Just a small task. In my workshop." William smiled.
The word workshop meant the basement. Michael knew that.
"Alright. What do you want me to do? Screw something? Test a robot?" Michael smiled a little. He would never admit it but he had definitely inherited his father's love for robotics. Always curious how things worked.
William placed a hand on Michael's back, guiding him to the basement.
Where Michael was hit by an overwhelming smell of what could only be described as death.
"What is that smell?" Michael quietly asked. He received no answer.
Then it was what he saw that made him freeze
Blood was splattered across the desk and floor of the room. William's robotic work had been placed into the corner as vials of an unknown glowing substance sat on the blood stained desk.
Sitting on the centre of said desk, was a dead bear cub.
At least it isn't a person Michael thought.
It was still horrible to look at though.
"Dad. What is this?! What are you doing?" Michael turned to his father, who smiled at him.
William raised a needle filled with a clear liquid. He grabbed Michael by the arm and pulled him closer.
"Hey!! Let me go! What the fuck are you doing?!" Michael yelled as he fought against his father's grip
For such a slender man, William had one hell of a grip. The man grabbed Michael's neck and pulled his chin up.
"Now, Michael. You won't feel a thing" William coldly spoke as he injected the clear liquid into his son's neck.
Michael immediately felt exhausted. Fatigued. He collapsed right there in his father's arms, useless to do anything
When Michael eventually awoke, he couldn't move. He found his arms and legs tied to a chair as he sat in the cold basement. The chair itself looked as if William had stolen it from a dentist office.
"You're awake" William stated as he moved over to Michael in an office chair. The man had rubber gloves on and a leather apron.
"What's going on?" Michael asked, his voice cracking in fear. "What are you doing?"
"Just a small experiment" William replied. He began writing in a journal Michael had never seen before now.
"Remnant Experiment 1. Bear Remnant" Michael watched him write.
"You're experimenting on me?! Your own son?!" Michael cried in surprise.
"It wouldn't be the first time" William admitted.
Michael watched as he walked over to the desk and picked up an empty needle. He filled the thing up with the glowing substance that sat in a jar by the poor cub's corpse.
William grabbed Michael's bound arm, making the teen panic and shuffle.
"Don't move" His Father demanded
Michael froze as William scored his arm with a scalpel, creating a small cut that began to bleed. Michael hissed in pain as he did so.
William then moved to the needle.
"What is that? Father?" Michael asked, scared.
"I call it Remnant." William told him. "I discovered this substance. It's a beautiful thing that lasts for a few minutes after death. If timed right, you can harvest it. Have it become bound onto objects and if my theory is correct, humans too"
"What?" Michael muttered, completely confused and afraid. He knew his father was odd but the insane look on his eyes actually scared Michael.
"I may have discovered immortality, Michael." William grinned. It matched his eyes. "And you, my dear son, will be the first to try it out"
"What?! No!! I don't want it" Michael yelled but his father wasn't listening. Too insane to even hear the fear in his own son's voice.
William grabbed Michael's arm as the boy squirmed under his grip.
Michael felt a sharp sting at first before a burning pain ran through his veins.
William watched in amazement as the Remnant took hold of his eldest's body. The small cut he had made quickly healed over. Just as he thought, it could create healing properties.
Michael felt dizzy. Nauseous.
"Michael. How do you feel?" William asked.
His father's voice made his ears ring. Like he was too loud. The smell of the blood in the room grew too strong, making him feel sick.
He could smell his brother and sister upstairs, somehow, sleeping away.
It was sensory hell. Like everything had been cranked up to 100.
Then the pain kicked in.
Throughout his body, he felt his body tense up and ache.
He began fighting against the straps of the chair.
"Let me out!! It hurts!!" Michael screamed. He would not be surprised if his siblings had woken up to that.
William didn't seem to be bothered. Just intrigued with what was happening.
Michael then felt everything shift. Like his body itself was breaking and being put back together.
His eyes teared up, locking onto his father.
"Please, Dad. It hurts. It hurts so much…" Michael cried.
William didn't move. Just continued to observe.
Michael looked at his hands. His nails had grown long into dark claws and his feet had torn through his pyjama trousers to make room for the new animalistic legs.
Then his face began changing. He could see it being stretched into a long snout with a dark nose. He began growing thick brown fur across his body as his clothing ripped and tore.
Michael tried to call out to his father but all was heard was the whale of an animal
He was turning into a monster like in the movies and there was nothing he could do.
The last Michael remembered was his father staring at him, making one more note.
"Experiment failed. Do not use animal remnant again" he spoke out loud.
—-
When Michael awoke the next morning. He couldn't remember anything.
He lay sprawled out on the armchair covered in popcorn.
What happened? He didn't remember going to sleep here.
He remembered his father asking something and that was it.
