An idea

[werewolves]

I originaly posted this on "the packs den"
I hope the little werewolfy smiley facey thingies stay and don't revert to original lettery and numbery thingies.

On his 15 birthday, a young boy changes into a large wolf-like creature that stands on two legs. He runs into the woods behind his house that his Mother owns (the woods and the house)when he changes that night without waking his mom. His father has no part in this as a human form or wolf form as he died just before the kids birth (missed it by a month). The boy suddenly sights a rabitt and chases it down with ease. Then, he hears a sharp whistling noise, and bringing the rabbit with him, he heads towards the noise. When he gets to where it was coming from, he sees three people, two twenty-something guys and a fifteen year old girl who remarks that he wasn't quite who she was whistling for, but that he would do. Then, another wolf-beast comes lumbering into the clearing. This wolf-beast is wearing a large dog collar made of silver and iron mixed, and is also carrying a dead human in its jaws. It then drops the dead human to the ground at the feet of the three people. Th girl reaches into a pouch at her hips and produces a deer's leg and gives it to the bigger wolf-beast. She then tries to take the boy's rabbit from him and when he won't give it up, she squeezes his cheeks and he drops it. She does not give him piece of meat as payment. One of the males whispers something to her and she nods. He then produces a large collar like the one the larger wolf-beast is wearing and attempts to put it on the boy. Roaring he pounces and is about to bite out his adversairies throat but is rammed in the side by the larger of his spicies. Whining when he is pinned the wolf-beast alows him to get up, and the girl picks up the collar off the ground then places it on him. She scratches him behind the ear and then tells the larger wolf-beast to take him hunting and teach him a few things. When the two have left she and the two males pick up the human body and bite on to major arteries and suck (they are vampires). The girl then picks up the rabbit and drains it dry. Chapter one ends with the boy howling at the moon and changing back to a human form still wearing the collar and wondering how he's going to get it off in time for school.

[werewolves]

Or they can just disapear completly, whatever.

[Marcus]

Just two questions.

How on earth can a 15 year old girl carry around a pouch on her hip that's big enough to hold a deers leg in it?!

Just how big is the larger werewolf, to be able to carry around a human in his jaws?

[thedamnedthing]

She's a vampire, maybe she has super strength?

[Marcus]

was more the size of a deer's leg then the weight I was thinking of.

[thedamnedthing]

Well, deers legs don't have to be huge, could have been a young female deer. Maybe it wasn't the whole leg.

[dedwyre]

She should carry the leg in an arrow quiver.

[werewolves]

Thanks guys (and gals, so I don't sound sexist if any gals replied). I'm actually typing the first chapter at home right now. I'll post it in this thread when it's done. I think that I'll change the pouch to a arrow quiver (thanks Dedwyre). And Marcus, if you're wondering 8 feet tall, but way more muscled and wit bigger jaws. Maybe make the boy 7 feet instead of 8.

[Marcus]

At 8 Feet, I'd be more tempted to have the werewolf draging the catch, rather then carrying it in his jaws. Would be a better image I think. Could even have the vampire a little miffed at all the mud and leaves on the catch when they go to drink.

As for the collars, It'd be a mistake to just have them vanish. Definately need them to have to be delt with when in human form. One question, do the collars alter size? if not, what's to stop the werewolf just pulling them off over their heads when their in human form?

Could have them either shrink (but that smacks of magic, and may not be suitable for your setting) or that they hang loose - and look like thick chain type necklasses, but for some reason - which would be explained later in the book) the werewolves cannot remove it themselves. Maybe somekind of compulsion that the vampire installs in the werewolf via hypnosis, suggestion or some other vampire ability combined with what the necklass is made form.

[werewolves]

When i said disapear, i meant the emoticons, not the collars. I'll probably make it so that through extra thech the collars shrink, no magic involved. Thanks for the idea of having the vampires grossed out by the leaves, mud and dirt. I would have never thought of that myself.

[Marcus]

Yes, indeed, when I first read through it, I realised you ment the wolf emotes, but for some reason the second time my brain decided to make it mean the collars.

[werewolves]

Don't feel bad. I didn't even remember posting the second message, and i'm the one who wrote it.

[werewolves]

Soon, it will come.

[werewolves]

Here it is
The Changes
Chapter1
Ross Stone

It all began the night of Bryon’s fifteenth birthday. He’d started to feel sick during his birthday dinner, and when he got home, he’d developed an odd gurgling in his stomach, so he went to bed early.
Two hours later, Bryon awoke to a terrible pain in his stomach. It sent him rolling out of bed, roaring in agony. He stood up and dragged himself to the window, throwing it open. Hit by another spasm of pain, he toppled out of the second story window to the ground below. He ripped off his clothes, and he clutched his stomach as his features began to convert from human to canine slowly with excruciating pain. Bryon watched his hands curl up as his fingers stretched and his fingertips become bloody as his nails were pushed out and turned to claws. Slowly, the teen known as Bryon Michaels went from 6 foot 10 inches to a staggering 7 foot 11 inches, with long arms that went down past his knees.
Howling, the newly transformed beast sniffed loudly, taking in all it could. The sleeping humans in the hollow places were of no interest, they provided no sport, and were too scrawny to be cared about as food. Running into the woods behind one of the hollow places, he searched for something suitable to eat.
Hearing a noise in the bushes, the creature pounced and missed, flushing out a rabbit. Giving chase, Bryon pounced a second time, killing with one swift movement.
Hearing a sharp whistling noise, the beast charged through the woods, carrying the rabbit in his jaws. His knuckle- walking gait lent him great speed, and soon he was going at a good 50 miles per hour. Stopping in a clearing, he spotted three people. He sniffed, confused. These creatures had no smell to them. No heartbeat. Something in the back of the beast’s mind said Vampire, but the word had no meaning to him. One of them, a female that the wolf recognized somewhat but couldn’t place, said “Well what a surprise. Bryon. I wasn’t expecting you. Nor was I expecting you to be so large for a pup.” The girl stood at 5 foot 6, and had long, flowing hair. Her teeth were pointed like a shark’s, and her eyes were completely jet black. Her companions looked to be in there mid-twenties, and both had the same teeth and eyes. They were fairly muscular, and looked like male models minus the teeth and eyes. Hissing as Bryon drew closer, the two males drew out silver knives from there boots.
“Oh, shut up you two.” She said calmly. “You’re worse than Granddad on a Saturday.”
As this was said, an eight foot tall version of Bryon came lumbering out of the clearing, carrying a dead human in its jaws that was covered in leaves and mud. The new creature wore a large metal collar, and had a defeated look in its eyes, although it had a victorious look also.
Dropping the dead human at the feet of the three people in the clearing before howling, it sat by the female waiting for a reward. Reaching into a bag next to her, she pulled out a collar like the one the larger beast was wearing and the lower leg of a small deer. Tossing the leg into the air, the elder beast jumped up and grabbed the leg, quickly devouring it. Handing the collar to one of her companions, she said “Get the collar on him so I can start training him.”
“Yes Mistress.” The one she had commanded replied. Going slowly over to Bryon with the collar, he was met with a slight growl. Keeping his stance, he edged slowly forward at Bryon, hoping to catch him by surprise.
Bryon roared, shaking his grey keeshond-like mane in defiance. Dropping the rabbit, he stood up on two legs, slashing out with his front paws. His larger counterpart slammed into him, and as Bryon regained his composure, the two howled and slammed into the other’s chest. Both were strong, one with his youth, the other with his experience. They roared and slashed, kicked and bit, snapped and growled. Bryon slowly seemed to gain the upper hand, attacking with a rapid fire combo of clawing, biting and punching. Suddenly, the elder of the two bit onto Bryon’s neck and threw him to the ground. Bryon thrashed around a bit, but soon was subdued. The female went over to her cowardly companion and took the collar from him. Going over to the two canines, she placed the collar on the younger one and the elder let him up. Shaking off the effects of the fight, Bryon crawled over on his stomach to the dominate wolf and started to lick his lower jaw feverishly, placing his tail between his legs and with ears back started whining.
“Well that’s settled at least.” The girl said. “Now he just needs to learn who the real bosses are. Us.”
The elder beast lowered down his snout and nudged the submissive wolf into a standing position. The two put there heads on the other’s left shoulder and pressed there chests together in a sign of trust. Suddenly, Bryon lunged at the other beast, but instead of biting at the silver beast in front of him, he simply had dropped into a bowing position, butt in the air, black tail wagging. He barked and growled playfully, and the other started too bound around with him playfully.
Meanwhile, the three human-like creatures were picking up the dead human. One of the males said “Gods, I wish they could be a little cleaner about bringing these things to us.”
“Well, it’s this or catch ‘um ourselves.” His twin brother replied. “And personally, I prefer it this way.”
“Oh will you two shut up and eat!” the female yelled. “Seriously, complain later, eat now!”
The three proceeded to bite on to the dead human’s body, the males at his wrists, and the girl at his throat. Slowly, they started to suck at his blood. Dropping the bloodless corpse to the ground when they were done, the males went and started to pack up there stuff.
The female, however, went over to the canids and said “Come.” To the larger of the two.
When he hesitated and looked at Bryon, his owner said “Don’t worry, I’ll grab him later. Now come.” Obeying the command given to him, the elder wolf slowly went to his Mistress’ heel (despite her only coming up to his shoulders) and left with her and her companions leaving a whining Bryon alone in the clearing in the pines. Howling, the beast noticed a pain in his belly, and started to run back the way he came from. Jumping up on to the top of one of the hollow places, he whimpered in agony, and then roared. Swinging in through an open area in the hollow place as his paws (hands, something told him), and his claws shorted. His teeth shrank rapidly, although his bicuspids retained there sharpness. His fur fell off in huge clumps and his tail shclumped back into his body. The collar stayed the same size as his neck hadn’t gotten any bigger. Soon, Bryon stood in the middle of his room and stumbled to his bed. Crashing down on it, Bryon looked at the clock and saw that it was 5:32 am.
Bryon woke up at his normal time of 6:00 am and said to himself “Weird dream. Man though was it realistic.” He went into the bathroom to take a shower and when he looked in the mirror was shocked by what he saw. He was wearing the collar from the dream. “Oh, shit!” he yelled. “Oh shit, man, shit, shit, shit! How do I get this thing off?” Bryon searched for a catch or a lock but found nothing. All his fingers felt was cold, hard metal. “How do I get this damn thing off?” he asked no one in particular. Bryon pulled with all his might, but the thing didn’t budge. He went down stairs and found a note that said:

Bryon:
I have a very big meeting today, so I had to leave early. I hope you’re
feeling better, there’s some bacon and sausage in the fridge. Good
luck.
Love;
Mom


Bryon put the note down and went to the fridge. He grabbed the meat from the fridge, and then on a whim decided to mix in some eggs and milk, so he grabbed a bowl the milk and the eggs, then pulled out the blender, mixing it all up. He ate it, all the while trying to get the collar off.
Incapable of getting the collar off, Bryon went out to the bus and concealed the collar as best he could.