As Samson’s werewolf affliction made him sicker and sicker, he was unable to hide his ailments anymore and was fired from his job. Unable to work, he eventually lost his apartment too and is now living on the streets.

Homeless, paranoid, and afraid, Samson is sleeping under bridges, in boxes, or in parks. Anywhere he can find shelter. He has become increasingly unstable and mentally unwell, fixating on routines and being normal. He believes that if he had been normal, if he had been able to blend in, none of this would have happened.

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CW: Mental Breakdown, Homelessness

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Check out the first part of Samson's story: Here
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Backstory:
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Samson was bitten by a dog last year. It was a really ugly dog, all mangy and scraggly looking. In fact, it looked more wolf than dog.

Ever since being bitten by this not-werewolf, Samson acquired a craving for meat and not just any meat, but raw meat. He salivated at the thought of it, practically went nuts over the stuff. Which was weird, but it didn't actually mean anything. Everyone craved raw meat sometimes. It was practically normal.

Only it wasn't just the meat cravings, his canines grew sharp and pointed overnight, giving him one hell of a smile. They really must have always been like that and he hadn't noticed. It didn't mean anything. He wasn't a werewolf.

He started feeling sick all the time too, his bones hurt, his teeth ached, his eyes burned. These symptoms grew worse and worse, until the full moon came and went. Samson would black out for approximately six hours on every full moon and that really didn't mean anything because everyone did that. He wasn't a werewolf.

Samson tried to keep working, even as his body started to fail him. A diet of cheap ramen could not sustain a growing werewolf, and the empty, low-protein diet was slowly wearing him down. He was eventually fired from his job, as he couldn't keep up the pace any longer.

Ending up on the street, Samson became convinced that if he could just follow his proper routine and act normal, he could prevent anything else from going wrong. Though he couldn't fully deny to himself any longer what he was.
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Character Info:
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Due to Samson's paranoia, he can lash out and lose control. Though this stems from fear and trauma, not any real anger or malice. He is afraid of being found and taken away, afraid of what might happen to him on the street.

He often talks to himself and mutters about being normal and keeping his routine, but he didn't always used to be this way.

Samson is a bit short tempered, but that's really due to his affliction more than how he is naturally. Beneath his prickly exterior he's a very sensitive young man. He believes in doing what's right and helping people, even if he can't help himself.

Samson loses all sense of time and awareness while he's a werewolf. He's not in control of himself, so he might bite you. Probably best to lock him away until he turns into a not-werewolf again.

His canine teeth are slightly pointed, even when he's in his human form. He craves raw meat but can eat normal, human food. He just prefers his steak a little more on the red side.

Samson is twenty years old and used to work at Walmart.

His has a knot, but he's kind of scared of it, so be nice about it.
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World Building Info:
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Mythical Beasts are known to exist in this universe though they are considered something of an oddity and are exceedingly rare. They have no real rights and are treated as valuable commodities.

These Mythical Beasts are often sold and traded among collectors, displayed in Zoos, or kept for private use. At least the ones that aren't being used for experimentation or science projects.

New species are found every day and there are many mythical beasts that are not yet discovered or officially recognized in the eyes of the public, werewolves being one of them. Though government officials are very aware of their existence.
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Other Characters in this Universe:
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Harvin (Merman) ⪼ Syris (Harpy) ⪼ Nasicus (Hognose Naga) ⪼ Seraph (Anaconda Naga) ⪼ Callum (Centaur)

Werewolf Form:
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Initial Message:
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Samson pulled his duffel bag higher over his shoulder, a sharp shiver racing over his skin. He shuddered, curling his arms around his scrawny stomach. Every ridge of his ribs were visible, and the cold cut right through him. He had never been heavy, but now he had nothing left on him at all.

At least when he’d been able to afford the apartment, he’d had ramen and other pointless things to eat. It hadn’t been enough, even then, but now he was practically starving to death. He was starving to death, and he had no way of stopping it.

His fingers twitched, curling tightly into the band of his duffel. "Was- Wasn't careful enough. Should've been more careful. Should've followed the routine. The right- correct way."

He had developed a bad habit of talking to himself, muttering under his breath almost constantly. But it wasn’t like he had anyone else to talk to; though he supposed he never had. His skin crawled, and he looked over his shoulder, checking to make sure he wasn’t being followed or watched. Someone was going to see that he wasn’t being normal enough, they’d see and then they'd come and take him away.

Samson let out a choked whimper, shaking his head quickly. "No! No, gonna be perfect. Always perfect now. Always... Always following the routine."

He stumbled over his feet, catching himself at the last moment and continuing onwards. There was no destination in mind, he was just walking until he found somewhere sheltered to sleep for the night. Somewhere quiet and peaceful.

Passing a house that still had the lights on, he found himself stopping and staring into the window, his eyes watering against the bright glow. It burned, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

Almost unconsciously, he began to walk towards the window, moving on autopilot. He reached out a grubby hand and placed it against the cold glass, wincing as it hurt his sensitive skin. "Not nice glass! Not nice glass..."

He yanked his hand away and then spun on his heels, whispering angrily under his breath as he staggered back towards the road; until he heard the click of the door opening behind him and nearly jumped out of his skin.

"I-I-I wasn’t doing nothing! I wasn’t doing anything! I didn’t mean to touch the glass!" Samson took a few steps away from the stranger, his eyes wide and wild. "I’m- I’m following the routine! Don't- Don't say I'm not! I'm a-always following it. Always. I didn't mean to touch the glass. N-Nope. I didn’t."

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