There was a slight stench in the air, a smell strong and powerful. The pang of death surrounded Carevo. He was foolish for having come to these undying lands. His foolish stomach leads him here in hopes of food or blood. His need for substance grew dire and he would soon lose control. Carevo though now a beast of the night stared at the moon remembering the last time he lost control...the last time he had seen his family. He had slaughtered them in the night one by one. Now he started to anticipate his cravings and soon he gained full control. But recent events had prevented him from coming right out and feeding. He had to be cool and calculated about his meal choices. Desperate he came to these cursed lands in hopes of a fresh meal. It was folly everything here smelled of decay and rot.
Carevo turned back...has he began to walk he was overcome by a sense of anger and revenge struck heavy on his heart. This wretched place was affecting him. His claws began to lengthen and his eyes began to mist over and turn black. His fangs and jaw began to protrude...he needed to feed. In a desperate effort to regain control Carevo remembered slaughtering his family. His mouth burst open and let out a howl and then...the beast was gone Carevo had gained control for a short time. He had to run, it would be faster if he was in a wolf form but still, he could get to food fast enough. He ran as fast as he could over the undying lands and his feet seemed to melt into the dried mud as his eye caught a young girl hovering over an unmarked grave.
The dead surrounded her but she made no movement the beast inside him turned, fresh meat. He allowed his chomps to be licked and tangled with saliva anticipating a meal. He came closer. The meat that clung to her small body was fresh...pints of blood pumped through her. Carevo's claws lengthened. As the dead moved around her he moved toward her. With a quick snap he grabbed her and turned on her with blackened eyes. He looked deep into her eyes and the beast within jumped with glory. He bit down on air. The girl had vanished.
Cursing himself Carevo realized the girl was nothing more than one of the cursed dead. Swatting at one of the dead like it was an annoying fly Carevo with a slumped shoulder and a drawn claw blundered on at a break neck pace. Everything went black.........
Carevo awoke late into the night the dead were now at their full strength and they clung to him as he had the girl. In a fit of rage he drew his natural weapons and fended them off quite easily too easily. Normally he would have been sure a fight against many even the dead would be more difficult or was he coming into power. In his heart Carevo knew it was not the latter, his minds was wrought. It clung to a sort of anger and woe as he realized it was not him that the dead sought for he was already dead. Or at least in a sense.
They clung to his need his desire for blood, substance. For that was what the dead needed a way to become alive. A sense of living amongst death. For he was a cruel hand and never forgiving. Death would sooner slice your throat than let you bereave his hands and Carevo had the feeling that it was not the dead who clung to him but Death himself. He would not let this beast win he Carevo would accept his fate and he would escape Death over and over until the final bell began to toll. With a new determination Carevo ran for the hills he was at the edge of the undying lands and his excitement rose as he saw lights in the far distance. Lights meant food. Carevo took another step and another...each became heavier more weighted. Carevo pulled up each foot and exhaustion waved over him has he did. Soon the adrenaline would kick in and that meant he would lose control and there would be nothing that could change it.
His bones began to crack; his body took a new shape. Black veins and painful crunches riddled his body. His eyes became solid black. Hair began to grow. His snout lengthened his fangs grew. His skin became taut over rippling muscles. He had no acumen or insight into his future. He had no will now in full form he had only the hunt.
A twig...a small twig snapped in the distance back behind him toward the undying lands. Carevo began to charge toward the noise. With a fury and hatred no man ever knew.