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hell hound form
human form
Name:
Callista Knight
Major:
Creative Writing
Minor:
Occult study
Age:
20
Species:
Were Hell Hound
Appearance:
Human: White-blond hair that curls in ringlets and is mid back length.
Golden eyes mixed with a silver hue around the iris. Small features including her hands, ears, nose and feet. Pale skin with a slight peachy undertone to it. Her face is oval shaped and her lips are thin and have a pink hue to them.
Hell hound: Dark red eyes, huge bat-like wings with a thin layer of black hair all over its body. Can get a orange flare to its eyes when it becomes angry, much like flames. Has talon-like claws that are large in width and length. A whip like hairless tail, can sometimes ignited
Personality:
Human: Shy, does not speak often to new people unless she has a specific reason. She is more intelligent than she will ever admit, she is very modest in all her talents. Very kind and caring to the people who are close to her, has a very strong maternal instinct. She is graceful and elegant in her movements, moves somewhat like a ballerina.
Hell hound: Fierce, animalistic and never thinks about anyone but itself.
History:
She grew up in a quiet town outside of London on an estate called Netherfield with her parents and three older brothers. She was given the proper education of a young lady, she learned to sew, crochet, cook, ride horses and basically everything that a future wife would be required to know. Her passion in life was ballet though, her eldest brother Harold would always take her to shows in their carriage and she would marvel at the beautiful women seemingly gliding across the stage. Everything was normal and typical in her life until a mysterious Apothecary came to town. People would go into his shop and come out different, leaving their families forever never to be heard of again. No one seemed to notice except Callista, not even Harold took her seriously when she told him. She decided to go to the shop one day, stepping inside, she could sense something wasn't right, something was lurking behind closed doors. She made herself appear casual, telling the shopkeeper all she wanted was some herbs that helped a cold. The man simply smiled and told her to come with him into a back room where the herbs were stored. Callista was weary at first, but then she smelled the herbs in the back and went along with him, thinking maybe Harold was right after all....
What happened exactly when she entered the room she didn't know, but the man grabbed her and restrained her against a chair. She tried to scream but the air had burned out of her lungs before she could do so.
She awoke outside, seemingly in the same place, but not, because the shop had disappeared.
She stumbled home, her lungs still on fire, Harold met her at the door highly concerned. He laid her in her bed with a cold compress, she went on and on with slurred speech about the fire and the burning at the Apothecary. Harold had no idea what she was talking about, not even the Apothecary struck his memory. She finally passed out, Harold assumed she had a fever and he treated her while her mother went out to fetch the doctor.
When she awoke blood covered the walls, it took her eyes time to adjust, but she screamed when she saw Harold, her mother and her two younger brothers hunched over her bed with their vital organs ripped out. She was still on fire, she was naked and covered in blood.
She stuffed some things into a suitcase, put on her riding outfit and rode down the dirt path on her quarter horse Beatrice out of town before her father came home.
She found herself in a village, not knowing how long she had ridden, she slowed down and looked about herself. There were people dancing and chanting odd things all around her, fires were blazing and they were throwing things into them.
One of the old women looked up at her and she beckoned Callista with her old wrinkled finger toward her. Callista got off her hose and obeyed, strangely, without a single protest.
The women pointed to the fire when Callista was standing next to her.... A fiery shape appeared in it, the face of a wolf like presence but not... more of that of a werewolf that she had read of in books but even that didn't describe how sinister it was.
"Hell hound." The words formed on Callista's lips without even knowing it.
The old women nodded, then she pointed back at Callista.
The beast in the fire was her, trapped, somehow within her by the Apothecary that night. Callista was strangely calm, the old women was the reason for this.
Callista discovered that these people who had revealed the truth to her were Gypsies, she didn't know why they helped her, normally when she heard about them they were told of in a negative light. They taught her how to control the demon inside of her, how it could be contained.
When Callista grew old enough to take care of herself, she said a tearful good bye to her new family and set out on her own. She knew she didn't belong there, no matter how much she wanted to.
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