The moon was high, and hate rolled over Kurnox. He had changed in the matter of minutes, he went from being a normal ulaya, to some sort of beast. He hated it, and hated that his family was cursed. The was nothing he could do about it. His claws were longer, his tail more wolf like, and his teeth deadly. He didn't want to hurt anyone though, but he knew that most didn't understand why he was like this. It pissed him off, and sometimes he'd lash out.
He had hurt a few close friends in the past. Now, he was alone. He pushed them away, and decided it was best to be alone. No one understood him. He moved swiftly in the night, looking for some where to hide before someone saw him. Screams were always what set him off, and put him into more of a rage. It was what kept his hatred going, and sometimes what got other's hurt.
He looked up to the moon and an urge filled him as he did. He sat down, and let it rush through him. He howled loud and long for all to hear, though it wasn't really something he wanted them to hear. It was just something he couldn't control. There was a power he didn't understand. A power that took over him the moment the moon came in view. Each night the moon was full, he had this curse, and each time he found a place to hide.
