(This is my second pic if you already read the rest then you don't have to again :3)

This is for the challenge: Here come the wolves.
It was a lot of fun because generally i avoid werewolf and vampire things (too mainstream :3) but i have to admit this was a lot of fun x3

Kir is different from the other werewolves... he was born in his werewolf form, although most are born in their human form. The moment he opened his eyes he attacked everything in sight, including his parents. But whenever he went to sleep he became human.
Eventually his parents realized... he had no sense of smell, which was very shocking for a werewolf- so he relied on his eyes. His eyesight was stronger than any other werewolf,so strong they could sense the darkness and despair in people's hearts... and that is what his instincts told him to attack.
So his parents managed to get him to wear a thick pair of glasses, which blurred his vision... and he changed to human form.

At the moment, Kir is 17 years old, he hated sports (e.x "If i can't see the ball, how the HELL am I supposed to catch it!?"), his grades were also very low... he was smart, but if he decided he didn't want to do something; he wouldn't. A lazy genius.
Despite all that he's really shy around people and gets bullied a lot.

His werewolf side on the other hand is pretty different. He is cunning and witty, confident... and evil. But once Kir realizes what is going on, and that he's in his werewolf form he immediately tries to get his glasses back on as fast as he can.

I wrote a little scene from when he was about 14... plz read if your interested x3

The sun beamed brightly onto the busy streets and reflected off the cars and windows; it was everywhere. But where light shines, waiting behind it is the shadow... patiently awaiting it's time to strike.
A cry of pain rang out from an old alley at the edge of town... lost in the endless sea of voices.
Lost... and surrounded by laughter.
The sun's warm rays were lost in the icy breaths... frost ebbed from their grins. And lost within their storm, a young boy was bleeding. His grey-red hair was sticky with blood, and his breaths were pleading.
The freezing laughter echoed around him...
"Ha, the lil pipsqueak dares come here?!"
"Who would've thought his bones would be so breakable, I haven't had this much fun in a long time!"
"Hey kid, you were right- you are strong, so strong that I bet you could hold a couple more punches on top of those."
"Ha! Nice one Leo, hit his ribs next...!"

One of the men pulled back his foot and struck the boy in his ribs, and he cried out in agony. His glasses started to fall off the bridge of his nose, but he feebly pushed them back.
"Aw, the nerd's glasses are falling off... Lemme fix that for ya!"
With that one of them kicked the boy in the nose and the glasses flew off of him. "No... my glasses...!" He cackled, "P-please! NO!" The man grinned at him... and stomped on the glasses.
"Serves him right for comin on our turf. Come on guys let's go. we've dealt enough damage here."

Footsteps echoed through the alley... and a devilish laugh stopped them in their tracks.
They wheeled around to see the boy laughing his head off.
"Heh! Seems like the nerd lost his mind!"
"Wai- what the hell is that brat doin!?"

The boy grinned and pulled himself up, blood dripping everywhere, "It's my turn." He stood up, and as he did his grey hair turned white, and his yellow eyes seems to pierce through their minds.
He growled and claws sprouted from under his nails, ripping the human nails out. Blood ebbed from the claws and at that point he grinned, showing his fangs.

"What the hell are you!?"

He counted on his fingers as he spoke, "Me? Well, according to you... i'm a nerd, i'm a pipsqueak and i'm a brat." He brushed back his bloody white hair and squinted at them, his smile grew, "Seems dinner will be served cold tonight... just the way I like it."

With that he leapt forward and without giving the group a chance to react; he clawed open the leader's throat. The man fell to his knees and the last thing he saw before he died, were the boy's piercing eyes.
The others screamed and tried to run, but the boy laughed, "Oh, I love a good chase!" He leapt and landed in front of them. They froze up and tried to back away, but he smiled,
"Oh do keep screaming! It makes the blood curdle- come on, won't you please scream? Do it for me... please?" He then lunged forward and bit into a man's arm, ripping a good chunk of it off. The man yelled and started to sprint.
The boy chewed, "You had too much fast food last night. You're blood is so greasy!"

With that he killed him off. The other two backed into a corner, "Dude, we're sorry!"
"Yeah! We didn't mean it!"

His laugh bounced off the walls and he smiled, "Well then I forgive you! After all, wouldn't you want to be forgiven... before you die?"
He stretched his claws and before any could react... there was only one left, "Please, don't! Come on kid... uh let's be friends! I, uh, i'm Daniel, and uh you are?"
A chuckle rang out, "aw, a friend! I've never killed a friend before!"
The man exhaled quickly... and the boy continued, "Well, first time for everything I suppose!"

And with that he killed him. He glanced around at the bodies and got a pair of glasses off of one of them. He turned back to the last one he'd killed, "Oh and by the way, my name's Kir! I'm glad we're friends; Daniel."
He then put on the glasses, and passed out.

The sun beat down on them, a gentle warmth filling the alley; only one icy breath remained.

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:3