Born to human parents, raised in a human house, and living around humans all her life, Casey thought that she was human. What else could she be? Well, turns out, she was wrong. 

Casey grew up in northern Michigan, and as the only child to two parents who were desperate for a kid, so it was easy to say that she was spoiled. She got what she wanted, she had much more than she needed, and she was greedy. But her parents gave in to her every demand without a second thought. She wanted a computer--she got a computer. She wanted a new doll--she got a new doll. She wanted more ice cream for dessert--well, her parents did put up some guidelines. Her room was full of toys and games, stuffed animals and coloring books. Though Casey was clearly privileged and spoiled, her parents loved her, and she loved them more than anything else. 

In school, Casey had several friends who she would hang out with, many of them staying her friends well into high school. Parties, dances, sleep overs--it was everything Casey had hoped for and more. Considered one of the "popular girls," Casey spent a lot of time hanging out and having fun, enjoying all the attention she was getting. She couldn't have been happier with how her life was going. That was. Until she turned into something...less than human. 

A few weeks after her seventeenth birthday, Casey woke up in the middle of the night in excruciating pain. Every bone in her body felt like it was breaking, her muscles felt like they were being ripped apart fiber by fiber. When she screamed in pain, desperate for help, the sound that came out of her mouth was an animalistic shriek. She screamed again, but the same sound came out. Her parents rushed into her room, her father holding a bat. Her mother screamed, her father just stood there and stared. 

That's when she finally noticed it--looking down at herself to try and see where the pain was coming from, Casey saw white fur, followed by a dark snout. Further down her body she saw red fur and canine legs and a long, bushy tail. She wasn't...she wasn't human anymore. She was a...a fox.

Casey can't remember anything after that, probably having gone into shock for a combination of the pain and the very sight of seeing her own body in the form of an animal. When she woke up again, it was light out, probably midday, and she felt absolutely famished. Her mouth was dry as she sat up in her bed, a raging headache pounding at the back of her skull. Her pajamas must have been somewhere under her covers, because she wasn't wearing them anymore, but she didn't notice. Getting out of bed proved to be more difficult than she had intended--everything was spinning, every part of her was sore--but she managed to get to the door without too much trouble. Her hand rested in the cool metal of the doorknob and gave it a sharp twist--only for it not to budge. Frowning, she tried it again, but it still seemed stuck. So she twisted it again, gripping it tightly, and twisted. There was a popping sound, and then the door opened. 

Still groggy and in pain, and so very hungry, Casey went to the kitchen, not noticing that the house looked ransacked on her way there. She consumed nearly everything in the fridge--left overs, fruit, a whole head of lettuce, a jar of peanut butter. She also downed a whole gallon of milk, followed by three cans of pop. Finally, her hunger and thirst had been quenched, and she could--why was the house a mess? Had someone broken in? 

"Mom? Dad?" 

No answer. Casey ran to their bedroom--they weren't there. Their closets and dresser were wide open and empty, as was the safe in the wall where they kept most of their savings. All important documents were gone. All of the pictures on the walls--gone. Out the front door, their cars were gone. In the back yarn, there was a smoking pile of ash in their firepit, which Casey ran to to investigate. Tiny bits of blackened or browned paper remained, alone with metal pegs that were...from a photo album? Casey picked up one of the singed pieces of paper to examine it closer in her hands.

'Certification of li...ay Evlin...Name...ther and Fath...'

The paper slipped from between her fingers, back into the firepit. It was...her birth certificate. Her parents had burned her birth certificate. They had locked her in her room, grabbed their things, and abandoned her. The memories from the previous night came rushing back to her in a painful flood--screaming, pain, fur, tail, legs, fox--

Casey wasn't human anymore. She was something else. 

An abomination.

Casey kind of just...sat outside, naked, by the firepit, for hours. Her whole life was turned upside down in the worst way possible. Her parents had abandoned her, she could turn into a fox, she had no record of who she was. Of course, her town still knew about her, she still had friends, but could she stay? Was she safe to be around? Would she turn into a beast at any moment? 

That night, after sitting outside well after it had gotten dark, Casey made up her mind. 

Casey went inside, ate the rest of the food in the fridge, then packed her bags. She stuffed a duffel bag with as much clothing as she could, dug through her sock drawer until she found an old leather wallet full of cash--containing her birthday and Christmas money, along with some that she might have stolen from her parents, which she in no way regretted now--and filled a backpack with boxes and cans of food from the cupboards. Putting on a baggy outfit, raincoat, and sneakers, Casey walked out of the front door of her childhood home, and never looked back.

The next few months basically consisted of Casey walking, stealing, hiding, and discovering just what she was. A lot of the time she slept outside, even in the cold of winter, incase she changed into a fox in her sleep again. And, actually, she did. But she didn't just turn into a fox--she became a cat, a poodle, a hawk, a squirrel--all while she slept. It took her a while to figure out how she could change while she was awake, and the more she changed while she was awake, the less she did while she was sleeping. It was also far less painful than the first time she had changed. Now it was just uncomfortable, not scream-worthy agony. 

Stealing was something she wasn't proud of, but Casey had to eat, and she had to eat a lot. Apparently after her first change, something about her physiology had changed internally as well. She could burn off food as fast as she could eat it, so actually cheap fast food that was high in calories was her savior, even if it got disgusting very quickly. Her thievery usually consisted of her waiting outside a restaurant as a fox or sometimes a hawk, and stealing the bag of grilled meat and fries straight from their hands before running/flying off. Or she would join a group of drunk people late at night and order as part of their group without them noticing. Crafty, right? Maybe she was intended to be a fox. She stole clothes from thrift stores, they were usually big enough to grab a handful of shirts and jeans and run out before anyone noticed. The cash that she had taken with her from her former home was tightly sealed away in a jar, being saved for the right time. And finally, finally that time came nearly two years after she had first turned into a fox.

A couple of months before her nineteenth birthday, there was a used car place that she came across that was having a going-out-of-business sale, and Casey jumped on the chance to get a car. Her jar with nearly three thousand dollars in it--she kept a few hundred in her bag just in case--was handed over for any car of her choosing in the lot. There weren't that many, and even fewer that were actually worth the money she paid, but she found a simple sedan that was ass-ugly and rusty but drove well, had all its windows, and the doors could lock. She drove it off the lot before having the chance to do any paper work, but she didn't care. She finally didn't have to sleep outside anymore! She had a radio and air conditioner and heater that only partially worked but it was good enough for her.

Finally, one year after that, she found a job. At the age of twenty, Casey got hired as a busboy in a small-town bar that didn't ask for the papers she didn't have and only paid her in cash, but you bet your ass that she worked her ass off cleaning the place spotless every damn night. Her boss quickly stopped giving her free meals after seeing how much she ate, paid her cash at the end of each week, and eventually got her a uniform, too. Finally, she didn't have to steal anymore, she had a place to sleep away from the cold, and she knew how to control her abilities. Still, Casey had no idea what she was or where she had come from, and she missed her parents even after they abandoned her, but with a job and a running car, she felt...human again.


Current Life

Now, at twenty-three years old, Casey still works at that same bar, in that same small town, with that same old car. Now as a bartender instead of a busboy, she made more money, money that she finally got as a paycheck with some...possibly forged documents that might have also been used to get her a bank account and an apartment. Her savings is going towards getting a newer car and paying rent, and she feels happy again. Of course, she didn't think anything would ever make her as happy as her childhood, but she tried not to think about that. Her parents left her, and she left that part of her life behind the day she turned into an animal in her bedroom. Done were the dreams of going to school and becoming a doctor, in were the dreams of being able to get enough groceries and afford rent at the same time. 

Almost every night or early morning, Casey would run in the woods in one of her animal forms, allowing her to sleep more soundly at night so she wouldn't change. Because there was always the chance that she'd wake up as an animal, she never dated, not even a one night stand. It was far too risky. So she remains single, her only friends being her coworkers, who she never spent time with outside of work. It was easy to say that her life was lonely, because it was, but Casey would rather be alive and lonely than experimented on for what she was.


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Casey's favorite animal to become is still a fox. She had no idea why that was the first form she had turned into, or why she liked it so much--hell, she never really cared about foxes as a kid--but it's still her favorite. As far as she knows, Casey can turn into any animal she visually knows the body of well enough. She had just see a single image of an animal she's never heard of and suddenly become that animal, she usually has to see that animal in person. Mamals and birds are also the animals she can turn into. Reptiles, amphibians, fish, and insects are a no-go, only giving her a headache whenever she tries. Because apparently when you're a shapeshifting abomination, you still have rules you need to follow.


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  • It’s alright


    While they spoke he could sense her engery, she was calm.. but she was definitely nervous. Werewolves have very good scent, he could feel her heart pounding .. but weakly from the blood loss. “ Exactly, not a big fan of living in the city or around that many people to be honest. I like the quietness. But thank you, I worked hard on it. “ Once he stopped speaking and asked her if she wanted to clean up he could see her tense up once more, her body language scared and untrusting. Nodding he looked towards her, he was actually in his twenty’s but possibly having a beared made him look older ?

    Before he knew it he seen her speech almost slur, her body looking weak his blue gaze didn’t leave her.. if she were to faint he didn’t want her falling and hitting her head. Seeing her about to fall he quickly reached over grabbing her, he didn’t want her upset he was touching her but he didn’t want her to fall. Helping to the chair he had her sit, speaking towards her he walked over towards the fridge and pulled out a steak. “ You need to eat, let me make you something ? “ Kane didn’t let her choose, taking out a large pan he began to cook it for her. The smell of steak filled the air, as time passed and it was done cooking he placed it before her. Why was he doing this, was it just because she was a woman and he of course didn’t like seeing a woman potentially hurt or in harms way.. or was it because she looked like his wife who’d passed around two years ago.

    After he gave her the steak Kane didn’t speak much, he walked into the living room stoking the fire a bit..  and slowly drank his glass of whiskey.

  • "Does he get violent when he gets drunk?" James asked as he kept his gaze on the sad man. James was not sure how long he would be in town so he wanted to know as much about the residents as he could. Who to avoid, which topics to try and not bring up, how to get on everyone's good side. 

    Jamss would glance around the bar quickly once more before turning his Amber hues back onto Casey. "And what is the rules here about shifters and the such?" That question was asked in a very low whisper. He had a good feeling that, if Casey was against shifters, she wouldn't be the type to make a large scene about it. Though one can never judge a book by its cover so James held his breath as he waited for the answer.

  • While cleaning her wounds he watched at her skin began to slowly heal on her side, he still patched it up so it would all stay clean. Kane could sense she was nervous, which was okay being Casey was in a house of the man she didn’t even know. 

    Cleaning up everything he got himself a glass and picked up a large bottle half filled with a golden liquid, turning it to his side he poured himself a glass of the honey flavored strong whiskey. “ Ah I see, did that for a while .. Finally made my way back here, it’s more like home. “ While he looked at her his ocean blues gazed over her fire red hair, they silence between them wasnt to bad.. as he walked over into the living room across from the kitchen he placed some wood inside the fire place as he started a fire to warm up his house a bit. Kane turned his gazed back towards her as she spoke “ It is, took about a year to build.. luckily had some buddies of mine help, turned out great I think. “ Kane stoked the fire and stood to his feet making his way toward the kitchen. Kane was never the type to be so open, or so welcoming.. he was more of the quiet type you could say. But he did have a heart, seeing a woman in need or hurt he’d never just leave them to fend for themselves. Men on the other hand, he didn’t like to much.

    Taking another long sip of his drink he placed it onto the counter, there was another cup beside the bottle just in case she’d like some. Breaking the silence once more he spoke “ You are more than welcome to clean up? There is a shower and guest room upstairs. I can assure you I’m only here to help, I don’t want you uncomfortable. “ He wasn’t sure if she had a home, hotel? Or if she was just staying in her car.

  • He was very good at reading others, especially women.. He’d lived with his mother and father as a child watching his mother be talked down to and hit upon for years.. Kane never remembered a moment his mother looked happily into the eyes of his father. Kane knew first hand the feeling of abandonment, but he knew it was much harder for women these days .. so he felt for Casey. Even though he looked tough on the outside, a man none would even step towards .. he cared deep down, but it took a lot.

    Clearing his thoughts he heard her speak, still she didn’t look him in the eyes.. which was okay. He nodded and placed his large palm out “ Its a pleasure Casey “ After a moment he broke the silence one more before he began to walk nodding his head for her to follow.. “ It’s about a mile up this hill, think you can make it ? “ If she had a hard enough time he’d help as much as he could. Starting up the hill they were quiet for most of the walk up, Kane kept watch making sure those wolves weren’t around here.. but he didn’t smell them for miles! Which was a good thing.

    Over the hill she’d see a large cabin home, it was the back of the home so you could see all the windows and lamps that lit the inside.. The shades drawn cause Kane liked his privacy. Reaching up high above the door he grabbed the key unlocking the door and placing it into his pocket, letting her inside the warmth of his place would touch her skin   Instantly. Inside he closed the door, making his way toward the kitchen were he had her sit getting her some water. When Kane came back into the kitchen he laid out a first aide box, even though she was in the process of heali she needed to clean and banged the wounds so there would be no infection that could get under her skin. Sense he’d have to take a look at her side he’d handed her sweats to place on. The bite on her arm was deep, he could sense it was very painful.. cleaning it out and placing a large bandage on her arm he’d than move to her side letting her slightly lift her shirt. Doing the same he’d talk, his deep voice speaking over the silence one again. “ Are you from around here ? “

  • Kane heard the woman’s cries in pain, he didn’t like to hear woman hurt or anything.. it bothered him in many ways. Once her nervous voice spoke out that he could turn around that’s when he did so, turning his eyes looked at her for the longest moment.. her face then to her red hair, then to her light almost porcelain like complexion. He didn’t want to look like some weirdo staring at her, he cleared his throat before taking a slow glance away then back to her as he introduced himself. “ I’m Kane “

    A couple years back he was married, to a woman with red hair .. it was so rare to see a women walking around with red fiery locks. It was one of the reasons he gave such a surprised look when he first seen her, she looked a lot like his wife whom passed on years back.

    His ocean blues would scan over her wounds, he knew she was clawed on her side and bit on her arm  and it all needed to be bandaged so she didn’t get any infection before her healing process began “ I know we just met, but I’d like to help if you’d let me? your wounds need care, it’d be easier if I helped then going to a hospital where they are just going to try to pull information out of you. “

  • Kane wouldn’t hurt her, but he knew she didn’t know that.. yes she was on his land / territory but she wasn’t doing it meaningfully, she looked beyond terrified as Kane backed away slowly. Now full smelling her he knew for sure she was a shifter and female, she looked to have little to no experience. He knew the only why he’d be able to make her at least emerge from the bushes was if he wasn’t in his large wolf form. Under the moonlight and through the brush she was hiding behind she’d hear loud cracking sounds .. Kane was obviously shifting back to his human form in comfort for the women. Smelling the air the wolves were far gone, so he knew he was in the clear.

    Once Kane had fully transformed into his human form he stood at about 6’3, his frame was large from his torso down to his legs. He was a very muscular male, with ocean blue eyes and a thick full beard. His hair was dirty blonde, shorter on the sides and longer at the top.. He was very handsome, but definitely not the type of male just anyone would walk up to. Of course, he was naked.. but it was better then terrifying the woman in his wolf form. On the large oak tree there was a hole, reaching in he grabbed out cloths .. taking out a white T and some jeans. Placing on the jeans his lower half now covered, he placed the t shirt on the rock closer to her as he turned his back towards the woman. You would now hear his deep voice rumbling from within his chest and throat.

    ” There is a shirt, might be big but.. it should work. You look injured, I’d like to help. “ Facing away from her he’d wait.

  • While Kane watched he seen the fearless fox stand her ground, but knowing the risks he’d soon have to help in some kind of way. Loud cracking sounds echoed his blood red eyes shifted from the wolf back to her, watching her body shift into a large stance of a bear.. If Kane could smirk in this moment he would do so. 

    The wolf before her didn’t back down, his stand became stronger and larger as he lunged himself at the bear. Kane watched as the wolf clawed the bears side with a bite to the arm, but knowing a grizzly with one hit would send the wolf flying.

    Kane slowly came out from the tree line, still very quiet as he watched what was happening before him. Kane was very much larger than the other wolf sense he was werewolf, same species but different in many ways being he wasn’t the normal size of just any normal wolf. Soon emerged 4 other wolves from the tree line on the other side behind the wolf she was fighting. A deep grumble shook the forest floor, his teeth showed as his large chest stuck out with every breathe in took in. Now there were a total of six unwelcomed guest on his land, except  he wouldn’t arm the female being she seemed clueless she was on his land.. But this wolf pack, definitely knew there boundaries that they were over stepping.

    A sudden quietness came from the wolves as she’d see them back down, Kane’s blood red eyes watched them as they ran off. Silence swepted over them, Kane’s blood orbs would change to a ocean blue.. his stance became more relaxed as he looked toward the grizzly.. wondering if she was hurt?

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  • ( Sorry it took sometime to reply, outside life has been a little crazy! But I’m back now. )


    Kane’s we’d black nose sniffed the air, he huffed as his chest rised smelling another.. he could sense when the other meant harm but this smell was different then most. The closer to got the more he could smell, it was female.. his brows frowned as his large paws crunched the leafs below. Quietly Kane’s eyes would focus on the Fox before him, small and clueless. Soon enough she’d be able to smell him.

    A loud crunch would come from the right of him, his glowing blue hues would turn quickly into a deep blood glowing red. There was another wolf, white as snow leaping into the area were the fox would be, possibly to make that fox his dinner. 

    Soon what was the calm night air and sky would be turned into loud growls echoing through the forest trees, she’d see a white wolf to the side of her .. while Kane stood behind the trees that neither of them had seen yet.

  • James also was quite the drifter. He was always on the run from those who hunted him for many reasons. And despite how use to it all he was by now, James did secretly wish to be able to settle down in one place and live a life of peace. 

    A small chuckle was given when Casey made the comment about his name. "It doesn't stand out that's for sure. Pretty common name." James would then shift his Amber hues toward the other man for a moment before looking back at Casey. It was indeed pretty calm at the moment but James didn't like the feeling he got from that man.

    "Who is that?" He asked in a voice that was only loud enough for Casey to hear.

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