Werewolves. Lycanthropes. Shifters. There were many names for what they were and many different breeds of what they were. That was what called to him in his blood now, hidden just underneath his skin, ever lurking now that it had been awoken. It was satiated, for now, its bloodlust curbed by means that he would not be able to decipher. Flashes here and there of a hunt, the remaining thrill of adrenaline at remembering a chase.<br/><br/><br/>Then there was the girl, alone with him in the cave right outside of his town. Now that awareness had returned to him, she tried to push herself right into the dirt packed wall of the cave, slick from the Earth’s own saliva in this gaping maul of a place. With her bare heels digging into the packed ground and her fingertips clawing into the cave’s wall, she kept shaking the dirt-streaked mop of hair on her head, her mouth opening and closing as if trying to form words.<br/><br/><br/>“Do not come closer, do not come closer,” she finally rasped out, her voice a quiet mantra.<br/><br/><br/>Perhaps it was genuine fear that shrouded her features, contorting her face when she finally realized that she was cornered, and he was not leaving anytime soon, that made her speak more than the quiet whisperings. She stopped the incessant clawing on the cave wall, but remained plastered, back straight, up against it as she watched him with a pair of dark eyes like discs of honey on her tanned face.<br/><br/><br/>“I know not who you are. Only that you are a beast. I woke here, and you were a monster - a wolf. I thought I might die, I thought… you came at me -- or it did… I know not… but then I woke h-here…” Her eyes darted to the mangled remains of the deer that lay beside him on the ground, before her attention darted back up to his face. Her throat convulsed as she swallowed heavily, and, for the moment, her attention darted to the mouth of the cave as if wondering if she dared attempt to make a run for it.<br/><br/><br/>However, there was a realization to be made here. The girl had no idea where she would go, because she had no idea who she was. Struggling in the same manner that she had struggled against the cave wall, she clawed through the dark, murky recesses of her mind for any semblance of who she was and what she was doing here. Panic constricted her, making her eyes widen again, only this time it was a new fear that had nothing to do with him.<br/><br/><br/>“Are you a demon?” She croaked out. “Am I a sacrifice?”