(I'm so sorry for the wait, I really thought I had responded so was waiting for you. Then realised I never actually posted my reply. Also sorry in advance for my lack of spell checking, I was a bit too tired to read over it again.)

A couple of hours had drifted on by, and still no sight of the werewolf. Killian had distracted himself during such time watching the flora and fauna around him. He wasn't too deep into the forest quite yet, not wanting to stray too far from his cabin, since attempting to drag back a large werewolf, if he were to catch him would prove quite difficult if he was any further in the cluster of tall trees and thick shrubbery. Yet still, the creatures and plants that lived here far differed from those seen at the village. Like the pair of red and white birds that nested in the tree above, they hopped about in between the branches, their voices soft yet high pitched as they tweeted to each other. Killian wasn't an expert when it came to any other animals, but he was sure he had seen them in a book once.

As dampness grew at the back of the warlock's neck, it caused the man to sigh and lean back further into the bushes. His legs untucking from under him and stretching out in front with a soft crack from each knee, he had gone stiff from sitting in the one position for a prolonged time, and now aches were stretching over his limbs as a grim reminder that he couldn't take the strain for much longer. With the air growing hotter as the day reached its peak, although luckily it was still mid-Spring so the heat wouldn't reach sweltering levels, Killian had almost wanted to stand and stretch around a bit. He hadn't camped out for werewolves for years now, since he partially gave up on finding one. He remembered those long days when he first arrived in Koilus, his excitement bubbling inside him from all the stories, and records of werewolves, the rumors of their existence in Koulis and what drew him here, as well as all the times he actually stayed days out in the forest, crafting traps and reading every book and scroll there ever was on the werewolf. Such memories drew a smile to the warlock's pale face, he had almost forgotten those emotions, but with the previous encounter, they all came rushing back.

Killian did not stay long in those memories, as the sounds of the soft patter of feet, not too uncommon since Killian had been hearing them all morning. Except these footsteps were heavier, from something far larger than a fox or even a deer. Killian waited with bated breath, listening to the sounds, his ears straining to pick up on what they must be coming from, and from where. When the creature in mind came into sight, Killian leaped up from his relaxed position and hunched over in the bush, his shoulders tense and his gripped onto the rope that activated the manual trap.

He had arrived! The werewolf from that night wasn't a dream or Killian's imagination. But a real living breathing creature. The warlock almost couldn't contain his giddiness as he watched on, the werewolf was approaching Alder, in his bait form, although the wolf's steps were non-threatening, his posture low and sensitive to the creature they stepped towards. Killian watched with his thin lips slightly ajar, as though he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was the bait too obvious, did the wolf know? They were intelligent but Killian had hoped his magic could have fooled the beast. The warlock almost let out a disappointed groan as he saw the creature sit to the side, after circling Alder. He ran his free hand through his curly locks, tugging a few strands free from his low ponytail. But his frustration was sated when the werewolf jerked from their position, a hungry expression befalling their features. Killian didn't know if he should have worried at that point, but it was too late as the man simply observed motionlessly from his crouched spot behind the bush as the wolf charged towards Alder.

Alder on the other hand was quite frightened. As if seeing a werewolf wasn't enough, being chased by one was another thing entirely. The crow-turned deer had leaped away as quickly as he could on his "injured" leg, avoiding snaps of sharp teeth as best he could as he leads the werewolf around the area, slowly nearing the trap with each jump. The wolf was savage, bloodthirsty even, almost like they had no control, and nothing like Alder had seen described in the many books Killian owned. Yet when the jaws clamped around his back leg it caused a loud yelp to escape him, the pain shooting up his hind quarter before it was released from eh maws of the werewolf with much relief to the crow. Of course, Alder did not worry too much about the damage, something like that was easily healed by Killian, and Alder was an undead spirit bound to Killian as a familiar. But the pain was very real, and he could not stop the huffs and pants as he attempted to keep his distance. The sound of the trap activating could not be any sweeter music to Alder's ears as it announced the end of the hunt. The wolf was trapped.

Killian had watched the entire scene befall before his eyes, it felt like hours but must not have been any longer than five minutes. Anticipation welled inside him, unable to blink as he hoped this plan would work, even as he watched his friend struggle he knew he could trust Alder to complete his task. Killian had never been so wound up in his life, almost like he would burst with the number of emotions that flew through him. Then finally, as everything soon fell into place, the warlock yanked the rope setting the trap off. The werewolf had entered the right area and Alder was far enough away to not get caught himself, the silver chains dropped heavily from the trees, rattling in their fall. Killian wanted to yelp with success but contained himself. Instead, he stood from his position and quickly made his way to his catch.

"I cannot believe we did it," Killian spoke, his blue eyes unmoving from the creature that was now trapped under the chains, struggling in a daze. It had set something off inside Killian with his unusual behavior, but due to the excitement inside him, it was easily ignored.

"I was almost killed!" Alder cried out, the older familiar still had quite the energy to him, it surprised not only his master but himself with how he could mostly keep away from the beast. Alder had approached the pair, now shaking off the magic and changing from an injured deer to a stark black crow with glowing blue tattoos. A few feathers dropped to the ground, left by the crow as he flew up onto Killian's shoulders.

"But you will be fine," Killian whispered, touching his injured familiar and rubbing some salve he had whipped out of his pocket. Once Killian was sure Alder was taken care of, he returned his attention to the wolf. He whined and let out warning growls, but they quieted down not long after like he had admitted defeat and accepted his fate. "He is quite the majestic and powerful creature, is he not." Killian wondered aloud, although Alder simply shook his head with disapproval, the crow could not share the same interest. The warlock bent down, not too close in case a snap of the jaw was aimed through the gaps in the silver net, but close enough to inspect closely. All the years Killian had been wanting to study a werewolf up close, and the warlock almost could not resist the urge to whip out a notebook and start scribbling away.

Instead, the curly-haired man simply offered a gentle smile, as welcoming as he could. "I'm not sure if you can understand me, but if you can I can assure you I mean no harm. Only an interest in learning." His voice was low, even-tempered as to show no emotion, nothing that would stir the unsettled werewolf. He pulled out a vile of bright yellow liquid, it glistered in the sun that shone through the gaps of the trees above. The cork that plugged the vile was twisted out with large but nimble fingers and then lifted over the black werewolf's head. Killian tilted the jar and then started an incantation. Unexpectedly, the liquid turned to dust as it hit the black fur, spilling over the wolf's face and to the ground. It caused drowsiness, dizziness, and maybe a dry throat. But was enhanced greatly to put one to sleep when a spell was recited, perfectly by Killian.

Of course, one had to wait for it to take effect before anything could be done. And once the werewolf was asleep, Killian set to work on loading the werewolf onto a cart large enough to drag him back to Killian's cabin. The warlock was quick to take a small dose of the muscle-boosting potion, enough to be able to haul the werewolf back. Trudging down the dirt path towards his small home, the cart rocking back and forth on uneven ground and causing much resistance and pain to Killian's arms as he continued to pull. The wooden building soon coming into view and setting excitement to course threw Killian again. He honestly couldn't believe the plan worked, but then again, he couldn't believe how the past week had gone. He would finally learn the secrets of the werewolves, study them, and maybe even befriend one. Although with that last thought regret did punch Killian in the gut, this was definitely not the way to make a friend, but if what the warlock had read in the scrolls and books, werewolves did not interact with people and killed a lot of them from what he knew. So this was the only way.

Killian put those thoughts behind him as he reached his home, Chalice, his frog familiar sat outside gobsmacked at what her master had returned with. But she did not say anything, to Killian's surprise since the frog was quite the chatterbox. the warlock then unloaded the werewolf and with the large of his magic induced strength, he carried the werewolf inside. he tried with all his might to avoid his books, but he bumped into almost everything just getting the wolf inside, books were knocked over, chairs, ornaments and the like. Alder and Chalice ran around trying to save all they could but it did little to help. With a thunk, Killian winced from accidentally hitting the werewolves head on the doorframe of a door leading into an empty spare room, it was recently cleaned out just for this. With nothing inside except a bed, a desk on the back wall, and a lantern on top, it was also the reason why his entryway, kitchen, and lounge room were so cluttered. Killian proceeded to dump the werewolf on the bed to the left wall under a window, his attempts at being gentle soon gone as his strength was sapped from him in an instant.

"Well, a little less graceful than I expected, but we made it." Killian pulled out a silver enhanced chain and attached it to the left hind leg of the werewolf, and quickly lit an everlasting candle on the desk, it was to promote calm emotions or so the scroll said. Of course, everything seemed a little extreme, but Killian worried for his safety and made sure the environment was not in any way gonna cause him or the werewolf harm. And with that, the warlock exited the room, locking the door behind him. Now all he had to do was wait.

(That is okay. It is truly understandable. LOL. I usually post my response within 1-3 days, usually not longer unless I am crazy busy.)

How dare he talk to her like he was a friend of hers! The way his words slurred with kindness caused her to grit her teeth to the point that her jaw felt a great strain. His eyes were the same from that night where they technically first met. Now she understood the gaze. He appeared to be satisfied with her influx of ‘pain,’ knowing the silver was a weakness of hers. Her snarl could only do so much with how she felt. Accalia knew that this stubborn man, who she still believed to just be a tainted human, was never going to let her go. She could scream and howl as much as she wanted but he would only gawk at her. She narrowed her eyes but she didn’t move a muscle otherwise. She didn’t even try to snap at him. It was useless to even try. Her ears tilted flat against her head as she allowed her head to find a stationary place on the ground. The only time she moved was when she heard a cork pop next to her. It startled her, forcing her to flinch, but her curiosity was more powerful than her slight fright. Her gold eyes danced around hoping to see what it was. What was he holding? Accalia scrunched her face as he poured a liquid over her head. It must have been from what he had grasped in a hand. She didn’t know what it was or what it was capable of doing, and of course, she didn’t like liquid slipping down her face. It tingled with coldness, rather frightening to be honest. That was when she began to struggle, especially when she noticed that she was drifting away. Her muscles tensed as she yanked and pulled, even though she wasn’t able to escape. Yet, no matter how much she tried to stay awake she fell into a deep sleep. Her body grew limp and everything around her went black, her worries drifting away from her.

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It had been a long time since she slept this well. She felt light in her sleep, dreams flowing with ease, without any torment. Accalia had always had frustrating dreams of her past. It wasn’t pertaining to before she was changed into a werewolf, since she had no recollection of such memories, but rather it was pertaining to her bad decision making. In aggression, she would torment and hurt her other pack members. It was more so a guilty dream, a dream of regrets. Yet, this time she didn’t have such dreams. She didn’t feel pain in her sides, the pain usually transferring into her dreams when she laid on hard foliage.

Her eyes drifted open, her ears twitching in every direction. She tried to analyze her surroundings but her gaze was still attempting to focus. She couldn’t help but feel surprised when she was still in her wolf form. Usually, when she would drift to sleep she would reluctantly turn back to her human form. Yet, this time she didn’t. Sadly, the tranquil feeling drifted away from her as her hunger pains dug into her stomach. If she were human then the pains would be excruciating rather than major spikes of pain here and there. Scents wafted into her face, the warm smell of the furniture, the tainted scent of potions. It was all new to her. Her paws flexed. Something was cushioned underneath her, comforting her large but hunger burdened. She yawned as she lifted her head. Accalia’s wet nose lifted into the air, allowing everything to settle in. She reluctantly found herself calm, probably from the calm everlasting candle of which she knew nothing about. But once she noticed she was in a person’s ‘den’ she felt frustration spike in her blood. Her heart pounded as her gold eyes dashed about. All of these new scents and new sights caused her whole body to go rigid. Well, that was until she felt the need to escape. She persisted on her paws, leaping off of the bed but her leg was jolted back harshly by a stiff chain. She was lucky that she didn’t pull her leg out of socket, rather, she minorly torqued her leg. Accalia yelped in pain, whirling around, biting at the chain in a mere instinct. The metal dug into her skin, a burning sensation coming to life when she continued to struggle. Even the touch of it against her tongue made her drool as her body tried to save her from the burns. Her jaws hitched and let go, her tongue lolling out in sensitivity. That damn warlock...how much silver did he have to use against her? That man had intentionally captured her knowing what he was doing. He put her through this stress of hell for his own benefit.

In pure frustration she latched her teeth on the bed, shaking her head roughly like a bored dog. A prolonged growl slipped from her lips every time she would jerk her head. The fabrics tasted bitter and rough in her mouth that was obviously not satisfying. Her teeth sunk in, shredding anything in sight. Luckily, she didn’t cause too much damage, for her attention had drifted away from her frustration.

Alia’s eyes had lifted to the window that was located right above the bed. It allowed the sunlight to tinker into the room, yet there was no breeze that wafted through. What was it? She had never seen a window before and it truly perplexed her. It was like an invisible barrier, one that couldn’t be seen but still seen at the same time. What type of sorcery was it? She could tell something was blocking her from the outside but she couldn’t tell if the glass was dangerous or not. Not giving herself enough time to think things through, she only allowed herself to think of a means to escape. In a rush, she lunged at the window in hopes that the glass would move out of the way. She didn’t know what to expect of glass, for it to act as a door and open at the last second? An immense crash filled her ears but she felt the same yank on her leg as before, her front paws only making it somewhat out of the window. Glass shards fluttered out of the window but also towards her face. It left minor bloody scratches along her muzzle. She luckily wasn’t majorly wounded but the loud noise did startle her. She was never fond of such loud noises. It always caused her to get nervous and even frightened to the point of aggression. Her body swayed in nervousness before she lept off of the bed once again, not caring that her leg got jolted back. Still shaken from the moment, she forced herself to lay down, right on the ground near the bed. Accala knew she couldn’t go anywhere so the best she could do is hide. Her leg, which was still strapped tight to a silver chain, was awkwardly lifted off of the ground from the tautness. It wasn’t technically a hiding place, even though her tail slipped under the bed every now and then as she continued to lash it.

Accalia, even though she was partially calm and partially pissed, couldn’t help but feel scared. Luckily she wasn’t physically shaking from the trauma she had endured in the past few moments. She was taken out of her home, starved due to the lack of food, and in a human’s ‘den’ of which she knew nothing about. She was lucky to not find herself in shock. It didn’t help that she knew that man was going to enter her room after the sudden clatter of broken glass, which had only occurred a few seconds ago. She couldn’t help but wonder...what was he going to do to her once he entered?

(Oh, yeah. And then there's me posting a week later. Sorry, about that. I would spell check... but um, I'm too tired. I wrote this way later than I should have, haha. Hopefully, it makes sense.)

"Effects last for two hours." That's what it had said in the book, of course, the book was old and Killian couldn't exactly decipher all of its instructions clearly, despite the great care he took in all his things, this particular book had come to him in quite a bad way. Killian was a careful man though and had read sources from many other potion books to fill in the gaps so he was absolutely sure the little vial of sleep solution was correct. But now it's been over four hours and no signs of the werewolf's awakening. The warlock sat frustrated at his desk, the surface cluttered with many reading materials, a plate of half-eaten food, two metal cups both nearly empty and a light shoved to the corner. Yet the curly-haired man could still find a place to rest his elbow. He lay his face in one palm, a look of contemplation had changed it to a deep frown, his blue eyes narrowed in thought. Double the time had passed, it wasn't too big a deal if you factored in the fact that the werewolf was injured and is chained with silver, a weakness that seemed to actually work. But also, he was a werewolf, and the potion did not list any side effects to werewolves. So anything could happen.

Killian sighed, his eyes glazed over with the endless thinking and reading of dozens of books, of course forgetting his personal journal which currently had five pages used up with information and drawings of his recent discovery. Kilian finally decided to put his mind to rest, and with the oncoming ache growing in his head where he felt the urge to rub his temples to soothe it was as good a time as any. In fact, it was perfect. Chalice's laughter was growing closer, and Killian knew his familiars were home, hopefully with food.

"I said this should be enough!" Killian looked to his front door with a quirked eyebrow. "And even if it's not, I'm sure the wolf can survive a couple of days on limited food." It was Alder, and it was as demanding as ever. The crow had strong opinions and wasn't afraid to let everyone know.

"Alder, if the master wishes us to buy more then we shall," came the cool and stern voice of Sibil.

Before the conversation could continue the three had entered in through the heavy front door. And with them the smell of raw meat and blood, Killian could be sure now that they had completed their task as he rounded the corner of the living room, having left his desk that sat in the nook on the room for the first time in those four hours. As he appeared, his familiars came into view. All three of them in human form so they could visit the village and shop at the markets, and carrying many crates and wool bags of market food, and supplies. Sybil, who as a human was as tall as she was thin with fair skin, and long blonde hair tied back in a low bun, nodded in greeting, her eyebags evident as the side effects of such a transformation took effect. It wasn't the hardest spell for familiars to turn into humans, but it was one of the most draining. The longer they were it the more they felt physically and mentally tired. Sometimes spending days resting afterward.

Killian smiled at them all and directed them to put the shopping somewhere safe. "Ah, thank you all. As diligent as always and everything has been bought?" He ended, somewhat as reassurance but also a question. He received a tired but cheerful smile from Chalice. All of their human forms represented their animal spirits quite well. Chalice appeared as young as she sounded, a small girl with short auburn hair, a large smile at all times, and looking to be around 11-12 years old. Alder looked and sounded the oldest, a dark-skinned man in his fifties, black hair greying and cut short. Very much unlike Killian's curly hair, which was tied back in its messy ponytail.

Everyone was then stopped in their tracks with the sound of glass shattering. All the familiars were now on high alert, despite their tired bodies from the shift. Killian shivered, sweat growing at the back of his neck as his eyes slowly glanced to the door the sound had originated from. It was silent after, and yet no one had moved. The only noise coming from the open window that let in the sounds of the wind shaking tree leaves and the soft twinkling of his wind charm that could be heard faintly near the front door. "He's awake," Killian mumbled. Almost shocked at the news he had said allowed. Alder was the first to move, taking large steps towards the door. If the werewolf had gotten free he very much doubts there was much they could all do. Not with the three familiars now dead tired and Killian too much of a coward to actually fight a large and angry werewolf. So it was the shifted crow's only wish that it wasn't the case.

The floorboards creaked under every step, the crow-turned human reached a hand out to the door that locked the beast inside. And gripped tight on the metal handle before turning it. It opening the door with a soft click and a rush of air blew through the gaps, which would reveal the window had indeed been broken. In all honesty, Alder didn't want to enter the room, he already ad his encounter with the wolf, as his bait! He glanced to the other three in the room. Chalice stood with her hands over her mouth, Sibil already in a defensive stance in front of their master, and Killian stood with worry yet... excitement?

Alder shook his head, took a breath, and then pushed the door open. He wasn't sure what he was going to see but this wasn't it. The broken window was expected and so were the bedding being ripped and torn. The werewolf sat on the floor in the corner was not expected. Alder stood motionless for a moment, like he didn't know what to do and not wanting to make the first move. But, he cleared his throat and stepped into the room. The chain was still attached, thankfully and the werewolf didn't seem to be lunging at him just yet so all was well so far. "All clear," he called out. And that was when Killian finally stood out from behind his overprotective familiar and towards the room.

Killian felt his nerves twist his stomach, and draw goosebumps to his skin. He wanted to leave as soon as he walked in, but then knowing who was inside was enough to drag him to his "guest" to put it nicely. The warlock too took notice of the state of the room, it wasn't messy, just a little disheveled but manageable. It was probably Killians fault for it too, no one wants to be locked up. Killian sure doesn't but he was too scared to actually let a werewolf roam jus this moment. Not until he can at least gain the werewolf's trust, or know how to deal with him. He gulped and his blue eyes drifted over to the wolf in the corner by the bed, he looked miserable and Killian didn't blame the thing. He had to think carefully, not to stir any negative emotions that would cause more problems. The silver chain didn't look comfortable, so maybe Killian could fix that, alleviate the situation. But first, an offer of friendship. If it would help in any way.

"Hello, I see you seem a little concerned about your current predicament, which I don't blame you." Killian chuckled awkwardly, but the only answer he got was silence. So he swallowed and continued, "I don't mean to make you suffer. But I worry for my friends and my safety." Killian gestured to the chains, hoping the wolf could make some sense. "I'm not sure if you understand me completely. But I'll try to keep things simple. I would like to learn from you, make an understanding of your species to the rest of the world even." Killian stopped, not wanting to carry on in his dreams and aspirations, something that could be spoken about excitedly for hours but really not the time. So he finished his rambling quickly. "Um... But that will be for a later time. For now. Are you hungry?"

(That is totally okay! Take as much time as you need ^-^)

The glass shards sparkled in the sunlight that drafted through the windowless window. It glistened in a charming manner but her mind was threatened by worries to even notice. Rather than admiring the beauty of the unknown force that had spooked her she glared at the door in a sheer disturbance. She knew the door would open even before anyone grabbed the knob nor did she have to even hear the footfalls making their way towards the doorway. Why wouldn’t anyone come in? She had just caused a ruckus. To be honest, she was surprised the doorway didn’t burst open the moment she smashed the window.

Her paws tensed as she saw the doorknob turn. Claws digging into the floor, her breath slowing as she grew concentrated. It opened slowly at first but finally opened all of the way. There stood a figure. It only took her a few seconds to take in his looks. Her head lifted higher when she noticed that the human that appeared before her wasn’t the warlock she had seen before, but his scent was familiar. The eyes were what made her realize that he had seen her before. His gaze wasn’t alarmed but merely concerned. He wasn’t disgusted or amazed like a person would be the first time seeing a huge werewolf, so she knew he must have taken part in her capture. Though, she hadn’t caught on that he was that pigeon of a crow, the one that assisted in her capture. Before she knew it there were four beings crowding into the room. Her eyes locked onto the four ‘humans’ that stood before her. Her nervousness spiked, forcing her to her wobbly legs. Her fur prickled in pure defense. Her teeth gleamed with anxiety, her tongue licking them as a warning. She pinned her ears, hoping it would cause her to appear more startling. She couldn’t help but hesitate when she saw a young girl standing in the group as well. Even as a grumpy, overly-aggressive wolf she still had that tendency to protect the younger ones. But her focus didn’t remain long. That was when she saw him. The man who had captured her. The moment she would be released from the silver chain is the moment she would shred his head to pieces.

She was confident at first but now the ‘huge’ crowd was beginning to overwhelm her. As he spoke to her she shrunk back like a poor pup, even though she was continuing to snarl. Technically Accalia was still just a young wolf, practically a pup, or at least she still carried the pup-like tendencies. But as time lingered on her frustration and fear grew. Accalia truly despises those ‘human’ eyes staring at her. She wanted to be free, not locked up in silver chains. If she wanted to be free then she would have to put up a fight. Accalia flicked her tail in mischief. He didn’t want to harm her? That meant he couldn’t do anything to protect himself, right? Oh, this was going to be fun. She perked her ears, her eyes appearing to be kind and curious. She lowered her head in submission as she attempted to approach him. The chain on her leg clanked tight, not caring that it did so. She reached her nose towards him, searching for his hand. As she found herself getting closer to his hand. Her head tilted until her eyes flickered for a moment. She snapped at his hand, so close to ripping off one of his fingers. The way she swerved her head with a sneer on her face gave off that she was amused, a sass-like behavior she always has had. She paced back and forward, her ears returning to the pinned position. It was a clear warning that she wanted nothing to do with him. But she halted immediately when she heard him speak of food. Her nose twitched, already seeking to search for the meal he had offered. She forced her tongue to stay in her mouth, not wanting him to see her drool over the simple mention of it. It was obvious that she wanted the food first before she ever planned on giving him any information.

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The moment the putrid stench of meat hit her nostrils she felt that spike of predator in her. That simple drive all predators have to fight for their meal. She licked her chops in eagerness, even pulling on the chain like a poor hungry dog.

Yet, when the sight of blood caught her vision her eyes glowed gold. Even if it was a simple drop on the meat it sparked her adrenaline. Her body grew rigid once again as she did when the crow was in his disguise. She lunged at the food the moment it was dropped to her disposal. She shredded it first before even eating it. Her head shook aggressively, a deep unsettling growl coming from her throat. She used her paw to hold down the scrap, her head yanking as she shredded it to pieces. When she did finally eat it she would snap up the pieces in her jaw, lifting her head in an attempt to get it into her stomach quicker. The more she ate, the more she appeared to be wild. Her breathing hitched, her eyes glowing. The gleam in her eyes was pure wolf, not even humanity of her human side peeking through. But as she finished up her meal she only grew worse. Accalia lunged at them, snapping her jaws, her leg with the chain jolting in a painful manner. Her head then whipped around in pain as she yowled, snapping at the chain in an attempt to pull it off of her. It was as if she had forgotten she was shackled down in the first place. Her movements were rigid and wild, uncontrolled. Luckily the tingling sensation on her tongue from the silver pulled her away from her aggression. Her body strained as she detached her mouth, her head hanging low as she panted. Her eyes didn’t glow anymore. She acted as though she went on a 20-mile trek, purely out of breath. Accalia grunted and laid down. Such an exhaustive moment made her want to relax in her human form but she knew she couldn’t. Accalia didn’t know his true intentions and her situation would only get worse if these people found out she was a puny female morsel in her human form. She gazed at Killian, her eyes strained with pain and exhaustion. She huffed with a soft growl as she glared at him. Yes, he fed her food but that doesn’t mean she will forgive him for his decisions.

(I had a bit of time to work on my response so I have it finished earlier than usual! Oh, and the time skip is perfect ^-^)

This routine that the warlock presented to her each day seemed to become normal. He would come in, always greet her in the warmest manner, feed her, and then ask her many questions of which she refused to answer. Though it was easy to catch on, over time, that he thought she was a male. You aren’t as intelligent as you act. She would think every time he would refer to her as if she were a male. But after many days of a repeated schedule, she became mentally tired. She was a werewolf, and werewolves always get bored with repeating agendas. She had nowhere to roam, no new scents to discover, and no adrenaline that rushes through her veins each time she was able to hunt. Without such a drive, like her daily life used to be, it gave her every reason to grow agitated with boredom. Just like every other day, this day was the same. He talked to her while serving her a meal. The way she ate was her usual way of eating. She would eat ferociously but by the warlock's expression, he had already seen her do this many times before. But something gradually sparked in her after she ate her meal.

She knew at some time she would have to speak. Was he testing her with reward and consequence tactics? Maybe it was simply a test. The way he talked to her daily meant that he wanted her to speak back. If she spoke, that would mean she would be set free? “You...are…” It was frustrating to talk in her wolf form, especially trying to hide the feminine tone there as well. She forced her tone to be deeper than usual, her voice sounding hoarse as a result, though it still carried a light feel. Werewolves were able to speak in their wolf form but it was much harder to speak since their mouth couldn't move as freely. “...not hostile?” She questioned, her voice going silent. Her eyes were keen as she listened for his reply. Accalia knew it would take him a moment, finding it quite amusing when his face gave the same look as when he first landed his eyes on her. After minutes of silence, she managed to speak again. “It hurts…” She lifted her leg with the silver chain. It wasn't the long exposure that caused the pain but rather how much she would yank and strain with it on. “Human form….with silver...will burn the skin,” Her voice was so hesitant and strained to hide her tone that she didn't care if she spoke incomplete sentences. Skin, especially human skin, couldn't guard itself against silver. It isn’t as strong as wolf fur. It would easily burn after a while. To be honest, her body was growing tired of being in wolf form. She had been in this form for what felt like weeks and she could only hold it for so long. It didn't help that her energy was depleted every time she had a meal.

“I won't bite, humans taste gross,” Was the first full sentence she managed to speak, her voice still disguised. It wasn't a lie. She had bitten a human a long time ago and there was something about their fatless bitter flesh that appalled her. It was ultimately to test if she carried the lethal venom of the Lycan and it turned out that she didn’t, another fault for not being connected to her wolf side. The only time she would ever try to bite is if she was trying to protect herself or protect another.

When he moved towards her she turned her head away to show how serious she was. She truly wanted to have this chain off of her leg and if that meant she had to behave then she would do so. But at the last moment, she allowed herself to come face to face with him. Her eyes immediately locked onto his. The way she just stared at him was as if she was challenging him. Accalia was nearly his exact height, barely towering over him. Even her demeanor was purely intimidating. Like the night they first met, her exhale made his hair flutter. She licked her muzzle which was still bloodstained. Her demeanor made it hard to tell whether she planned to attack him or not. At least she wasn’t bearing her teeth, at least not at the moment. They watched each other, frozen in place of movement. Abruptly, Accalia grunted and snapped at him but she never aimed for the vital areas. She merely grabbed his shirt on the collar knocking him towards the chain that held her as a prisoner. She didn't even scrape a tooth against his skin but she was sure that she startled him. Her point was clear that such a big beast did have a sense of control. On top of that, she wanted him to hurry up so she could get this painful chain off and not have him act like she’s going to rip his head off at any moment. Alia waited as he unhinged the chain that grappled onto her back leg. She didn't run but merely turned her head to lick the rub marks that have produced over the past few days.

She attempted to walk on the leg but there was a slight limp, nothing too serious. Easing herself around the room she headed for the door, wiggling the doorknob with her nose. It was unlocked but she had no interest in opening it. It was at least good to know that he hadn’t locked it. She moved back towards the bed, jumping up on it. She eyed the warlock for a while, her head tilting at his every movement. Accalia couldn't help but be surprised that he remained near her. Did he trust her this much? Well, she could at least use that to her advantage. In a slow manner, as to not startle him, she snatched up one of the rough blankets that lied on the mattress in her mouth. She threw her head a few times, hoping it would catch his attention and make him amused. Accalia then turned her head swiftly and tossed the blanket over his head. The moment it landed on his face she used that moment to her advantage. Accalia lept off of the bed, knocking him over. She had promised not to bite but she didn't promise to not run. The moment she lept off of the bed she snagged another blanket, but she did it as she turned into her human form. Her footsteps fell lighter than her paws would have. She had wrapped the blanket around herself to hide her figure and features. The last thing she wanted was for the man that captured her to find out that she was indeed female. The moment she opened the door leading out of the room, she had been stuck in for the past few days, was the moment she attempted to bolt towards the main door. She didn't give herself much of a chance to gaze around at the high stacks of books and messy scenery nor the familiars in the household. But her ankle was quite sensitive. It must have transferred, from the sore spot in her wolf form to her human form. Accalia stumbled, not only because of that sore spot but because of a pile of books that she didn't see on the ground. She tumbled onto her side but she wasn't too quick with getting up. So, the only thing she knew to do was to hide underneath the blanket. Sitting up and holding her legs in her arms, all while tucking her head like a puppy was all she could do. She didn't have enough strength to turn into a wolf either, not after she just transformed out of it. She knew there were other presences here as well, most likely the humans she saw days prior that accompanied the warlock. If it were just her and the warlock alone then she would be able to overpower him but the numerous presences overwhelmed her.

Like a child playing hide and seek underneath a blanket, she stayed completely still, though her breathing pattern gave her away. She breathed in a harsh and scared manner, more so like a whimper. Her hair was dark black and shabby, and her golden eyes were brighter than usual. Her feet were bare, not ever having worn shoes before. She wore a dirty oversized shirt that always hung off one of her shoulders. Accalia also wore shorts that weren't in the best condition. By the size and looseness of her clothes, it was quite obvious that it was men’s clothes. Which made sense due to the fact that all werewolves other than herself were males. It wasn’t like they had specially made ladies’ clothes for her. You had what you had and that was it. She had basic scrapes on her legs and arms from days prior to her being caught. Her wolf ears were tucked down in fear and her tail was rigged. Now it was truly an unusual thing that a werewolf had ears and a tail in human form but she had no control over it as the others did. The others were able to hide their wolf features in human form if they are so pleased, but due to her disconnection to her wolf side, she had no control over it. She wasn't in the best condition and it didn't help that she was in an environment that she had no knowledge of. She just wanted to be free. She just wanted to go home.

(Hey, sorry for the wait. It's been a long time coming. I have been missing this roleplay)

Killian froze. His grip on his pen loose and pen tip hovering over his notebook, the inky words half-written. The light in the lantern flickered and the room reminded silent for a moment, almost as if nothing had happened at all and the warlock wondered if he had misheard, that it was only a whisper his own mind had created due to his wishful thinking. But as suddenly as the sound had gone it was back and the voice continued, hoarse and strangely deeper than he think it should have sounded -Not that he was an expert in werewolf voices-. He looked to the werewolf, who stood over their finished meal, his ears baring into Killian's own. It was true, the voice had come from him, and he had finally spoken after several days of silence. "Ah..." Killian could not speak, he had been the only one holding the conversation before but now he had nothing to say. The dark werewolf mentioned the chains, and how they hurt. It gave rise to guilt, and Killian felt his gaze drop in shame. He was frightened, yes. But was that any excuse to chain someone away, for his own safety? Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't.

But with the assurance that he would not be bitten, the warlock's guilty conscious took over and he stood, placing his notes and pen on the wooden table and approached the beast. You could call it a reward, for speaking. It did make the werewolf seem more "human" in a way, for they were now more than just a beast. Killian was spooked at the sudden snap of teeth in his direction, it almost took back his will to free him. But he reaffirmed his decision and took the chains off with a simple twist of the key. With the wolf free, Killian scrambled back a few steps, but not too far. He watched in amazement as the canine explored the room, their actions different than when locked away. It was nice, and it made the warlock wish he had his notepad and pen in hand.

All too sudden, his mind distracted. That a blanket was thrown over his face, his sight impaired and mind in high alert. He quickly went to rip the sheets off, but a body slammed into him and threw him to the ground. It put Killian in a daze, his fear swelled in him with a racing heart and ragged breath. It was enough for him to momentarily create a magic barrier around himself. Softening his landing with a grunt. He lay there speechless, cursing himself for his stupidity. But he didn't have long to gather his thoughts as the sound of crashing was heard and a yelp.

Killian pulled the blanket off and gathered his shaky legs under him, his stance off-centered and wobbly as he tried to regain his bearings. He saw the door to the room open, and noise entering from his living room. The werewolf must have escaped and that thought was not very comforting. What have I done?! What was I thinking, what if my familiars are hurt or worse? Killian could not let his mind run and instead took a deep breath to still his rapid thoughts as he made his way out of the "prison". Squinting at the brighter lights, he scanned the messy area to see what damages had been done, praying to who knows who that it wasn't covered in blood and carnage.

A relieved sigh left him when he noticed all three of his familiars were alive and well, startled yes but very much well. With Sibil even being in her human form, the feline familiar's face unreadable as she encroached on a smaller blanket-covered figure on the wooden floors of the living area. Chalice and Alder handing back as they watched on in surprise and fear. "How did you get out? What have you done to our Master?" Sibil's words were ice-cold and would send chills down one's spine. Her icy gaze never leaving the presence under the shivering blanket.

Killian cleared his throat, he had to quell the situation before it rose anymore. He did not want bloodshed in his house. Sibil's eyes finally left her target and softened when set upon Killian, although ever so slightly. "Please, it was a mistake. I'm sure." Killian spoke softly, as though to appease his familiar. Though it didn't work. "I was a bit brash I know, to unlock him. But he was hurt and he finally spoke. This was to be expected, I should have been more prepared but I'm fine and..." Killian glanced down, the figure looked quite small now that he was closer, maybe an illusion compared to the tall Sibil who currently towered over the werewolf. "Just... let me?" He asked. Sibil stared, she didn't speak nor look away. It went on for what felt like hours but would have been mere seconds.

"Fine." She spoke, which Killian smiled relief and nodded gratefully.

Killian stepped towards the werewolf, it was apparent that they had shifted, with the size difference. Which was actually a little reassuring as he wouldn't be fending off a large wolf. Yet, the warlock still kept at least a meter away and knelt to the ground to appear less threatening. Not that Killian was a very threatening man. With another cough to clear his throat, he spoke slowly. "That was not nice, I will admit. But I promised I wouldn't hurt you. So I will not do anything." The werewolf stayed hidden. "i understand that you wish to leave, I did not mean to lock you away. Simply wanted to learn, but I guess my gree for knowledge has caused you much distress. You are free to leave if you so wish it, all I ask is that you do not hurt anyone."

It was silent, and Killian wondered if his words had met the werewolf, or if he was simply being ignored. The warlock glanced to his familiars, Sibil giving off a deadpanned look as though she disproved of his methods. But Killian ignored it and focused his attention back on the warlock, with the silence came curiosity, and he couldn't help but want to know, to learn, and to understand. He really wanted to resist, but how often did a person get to see a werewolf, much less one shifted from the beast to a person. Slowly, he reached out, his fingers grasping the rough fabric and giving it a gentle tug. He didn't know what came over him, but not too long the blanket was ripped away revealing a person much smaller than Killian expected.

The first thing the dark-haired man noticed was the scrappy clothes worn by the person, ripped and torn, larger than they should have been, and dirty. But it was quickly thrown to the back of his mind as his eyes landed on what appeared to be a tail? Killian cocked his head to the side, he thought that when in human form they looked as though they were one and the same. But this werewolf had wolf features, even the twitch of ears drawn his attention to them. "Huh?" That was all he said as he studied the person in front of him, despite the shock he got from the ear and tail, he was quick to notice the wounds, cuts, and bruises littered all over, and the notice swelling of their ankle. it looked nasty. So much so that Killian had to look away, a lump forming in his throat as he tried to ignore the injuries. He did not like seeing wounds, they sickened him. Hell, if he saw blood he might as well feint. It's one thing seeing it on an animal, but if he saw it on a person.

Then, something he definitely did not expect as the figure moved and he got a better view. He was a she! This whole time, the werewolf was female? Was that even possible? Killian watched warily, he wanted to throw the blanket back onto the werewolf and walk away, but he was already here now and there was no running. "I apologise, I did not realise you were not male. I had assumed. A large mistake on my part, of course, unless you refer to yourself as male... I did not mean to assume things, I still am." Killian shook his head, opting to keep his lips sealed, he was not helping anything. How embarrassing he felt at this moment. Being locked away didn't help but now assuming something as well. He must appear to be an idiot.

(I'm really sorry for the wait! I finally was able to finish up my response, even though it is a little bit shorter than I wanted. I promise to be more active!)

In a matter of seconds, the blanket Accalia used as a shield was snared from her grasp. Her fingers had tried to seize it in urgency but she seemed to fail with her weakened strength. Used to the security the darkness underneath the blanket gave her, her eyes had to flutter to reacclimate to the lighting in the room. Her body grew rigid in defenselessness as she persisted on the hardwood floors of his home. She was so fixated on the dumbfounded man before her that she didn’t have time to take in her surroundings. She had neglected the stacks of books and bottles of elixirs that were scattered among every surface. The room had a cordial fragrance of candles and distinctive scents that she had not come to recognize. His home seemed cluttered like he expended nights of delirium. It was like he was scouring for something. Because of his clutteredness, it was ultimately a stray heap of books that provoked her to fall in the first place, forcing her to still be in this situation. She had a mixture of so many emotions that she didn’t even know what she was feeling. Her body was hesitant and her eyes were broad like a deer in headlights. Her wolf ears were declined and her tail held motionless with hesitancy. If it hadn't been for the tears in her eyes from pure hysteria then it would have effortlessly come off as aggression.

“Why…?” Her voice shuddered in bewilderment. Her airy voice harbored a light accent, different from the human voices in the village. It was fair and silky, softer than any woman's voice, almost like a goddess. Even her choked-up throat didn’t disguise the toned beauty. Her fingers clutched onto her shirt in urgency. Tears threatened her eyes but none seemed to flow just yet. Her features grew awestruck when he spoke peaceful words to her. She gritted her teeth as agitation flooded her system. He dared apologize for his actions?

He chained her up…

Withheld her freedom…

Tormented her…

It wasn’t like she had chosen this. If she hadn’t crossed paths with him then she wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place. Her aching ankle, which wouldn’t have been maimed if he hadn’t chained her up, only influenced her outrage. Her velvety accent turned impulsive. “You dare act like you are sorry? You are just like those other wretched humans, locking something up for your own pleasure before you can come to understand it. Now you expect me to forgive you and be considerate?! Daring to threaten my morals?! You are lucky I didn't kill you on the spot!” Accalia’s eyes scrutinized him with a dead stare. Being part wolf, she was very responsive to the slightest difference in body language as that was the werewolves' way of communicating. The moment she receives a submissive reaction from him is the moment she wins, but her anger wasn’t influenced by wanting a reaction from him. She had spared his life that night when she first came across him, even though she originally planned to kill him. The way his scent had wafted off of him and hit her face. It was something different and what was the word she gave his scent? Tainted? His scent had faltered her at first. It was unlike anything she recognized. If he had reeked like a human she would have had zero hesitancy in her decisions. Then the utter sound of torches igniting in the background had caused her to ultimately leave him. Even after all of that, he decided to follow and apprehend her anyway. Such greed pissed her off.

As her irritation escalated her eyes triggered a luminous gold hue. Accalia blinked hard and it evaporated causing her figure to become more slumped. She hoped he didn’t see the flash of weakness. She wasn’t in a place to lose control and right now she couldn’t go up against him. Her body was already exhausted when she had to stay in her wolf form for days now to protect her body from the silver. She had no choice but to manage her emotions. Even though she had flustered cheeks and chiseled lips, her gaze was able to dismantle itself from him. It wasn’t the presence of others that caused her to make such distrustful actions, but it was a book - matter of fact it was the book that she stumbled over. It splayed open, its pages lightly damaged from heavy use. She had seen books before but never one with drawings on the inside. Accalia slowly placed her eyes back on him then leaned forward with a cautious arm reaching over. The moment her fingertips grazed the pages was the moment she nabbed it in her grasp, quickly leaning back to avoid the proximity of the warlock. Her eyes were narrow yet wide with curiosity as she pressed her fingers against the drawing. The glorifying illustration she was taking in was that of a Lycan, well known as a werewolf. The depiction made it seem that these creatures were immoral and barbaric. As she harbored the book in the palm of her hand she turned the page, possibly a little bit too hard, and the bind of the page tore. Her eyes lit up in surprise as it continued to tear the more she pulled. Not even caring about Killian any longer, she continued to pull on the page until it was fully ripped out. She rashly tossed the book aside, knocking over another stack with it. Her fingertips pulled the single page close to her just to take in more of the detail.

It reminded her of something, maybe something she saw before she lost her memories when she was changed into a werewolf. She couldn’t remember her childhood and who she was as a person. It was part of the disconnection she had with her wolf side. She could barely control herself on a daily basis because of it. It was the reason why she couldn’t recall her memories like the others. Accalia was virtually raised as a werewolf after she had zero recollection of her past. So, this was the first time she felt something familiar. It wasn’t this specific drawing, but she felt like she had seen other images like this before. Her eyes flicked upwards in haste towards him, piercing his soul in curiosity. Why did he have such demeaning books of werewolves scattered in his home? He had taken an interest in her, even put her through some torture too, but didn’t want to kill her for her teeth or fur, or even just for his image? Just who exactly was he?