OOC: Ehhh, sorry I haven't posted in ages, been too busy/laz to post.
Flying Sheep stood up from where he was sitting on the steps of the town hall, and gazed up at the night sky. The small pinpricks in the sky were barely visible, the bright round disc of the moon dominating the sky. Flying Sheep snuck a smile, he couldn't help it; tonight was going to be fun. He stood up, slinging his bow and quiver over his shoulder, grabbing his pack in his hand, and started walking to the edge of the village. A shrill howl pierced the still night air, throwing fear into the hearts of those who heard it, yet providing comfort for Flying Sheep.
He broke into a jog as he approached the outskirts of the village, excitement pushing him on. He found a small barn standing near the burnt wreck of a house. He ignored the ruins, gently pushing open the large, creaking door. The barn was deceptively large on the inside, but it was empty. There were signs that they may have been animal life long ago, it had the animals had all but disappeared. There were still large piles of hay inside stables, with rotted doors swinging on rusted hinges. There was a skeleton of what appeared to be a horse lying half buried in a pile of hay. They tried to hide the horse, pathetic. Who would even want to do such a thing?
Flying Sheep pulled off his leather armour and stuffed it into his pack, before dropping it onto the floor. He pulled off his bow and quiver, and threw them onto a nearby pile of hay. He sighed heavily, and gazed up at the roof, before letting out a long, whining howl. He threw his arms up as cracks started to appear on the skin above his heart. The cracks started to spread along his arms, down his legs, and up his neck, before they totally covered his body. He threw his skin off, revealing a lighter, furrier skin underneath. Flying Sheep looked at his arms, which now more resembled front legs, his legs more crooked. His hands were more padded, and rounded claws poking out from under his skin. He looked at his reflection in a puddle of water. His fur, gleaming a bright white colour, reflected light off the water. His eyes caught his attention however. His right eye was green, yet his left eye was red. "I'm sure my eyes weren't like that before," he muttered to himself.
Flying Sheep turned and awkwardly picked up hiw bow, quiver, and his pack. It had been a long time since he had been in this body, and it was going to be difficult to re-adjust. He turned around to walk out the door, before stopping, frozen. There was a small girl standing at the door, eyes wide, gawking. "Y-you- you're a we-werewolf..." She stuttered, "B-but I thought you were going to kill the wolfies..." She slowly approached Flying Sheep, watching with both fear and awe. "Are you here to help the wolfies? Are you their leader? Are you going to eat me? Are you going to eat the rest of the village?" The girl asked, giggling. Flying Sheep grimaced at those words.
"I told you before, child, I'm not here to kill anything, or eat anything, if I can help it," Flying Sheep responded. He was started to get annoyed by this girl, who wouldn't leave him alone.
"Well, can I come with you? Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaseeee?" The girl begged, "Please, I can help. I know some of the wolfies, I can help you, and I can use a bow pretty well... kinda..."
Flying Sheep chuckled, "I guess you can come, I don't have much of a choice now, do I?" He threw his bow and quiver to the girl's feet.
The girl stood there, looking confused, and asked, "Aren't you gonna take your bow?"
Flying Sheep turned the face the girl and grinned. "You said you were handy with a bow didn't you?" He replied. The girl just smiled, slung the quiver over her shoulder, grabbed the bow, and hurried after Flying Sheep, whom was now walking on all fours.
After leaving the barn, the duo quickly left the path, and into the forest. A light wind was blowing, making the dark elder trees of the forest creak and moan, their leaves rustling eerily. Yet another howl pierced the sky, and the girl jumped. She clung onto Flying Sheep's back leg, and he turned back to look at her, a confused look on his face, "What's your name?"
"U-uumm... Alyse. My name's Alyse. And you're Bob. I heard one of the elders talking about you..." The girl, Alyse, let go of Flying Sheep's leg. Flying Sheep heard a rustling in some bushes next to them, and it appeared Alyse heard it too. She raised the bow, and nocked an arrow, pointing it at the bush. Flying Sheep rummaged through his pack, trying to be as quiet as possible, and pulled out his knife. He held it awkwardly in a reverse grip, and stood on his hind legs, appearing almost hunchback. He crept upto the bush, and quickly jumped towards it, just as a black wolf lept out, growling. They collided head on, and they both collapsed on the ground. Alyse screamed and dropped the bow, sprinting towards the unconscious black wolf. She knelt down and gently caressed the wolf's head, barely sparing a second thought for the white wolf-man laying there next to her.
30 Iron-tipped arrows