Henry Tudor
the beast within
There always seemed to be a battle between man and beast. It seemed to never end. No matter how hard he might try, the beast within Henry Tudor seemed to always win. It clung to his consciousness, never actually leaving and always right there just beyond the shadows, just waiting for the right opportunity to once again gain control. It was an evil game his panther played, one that Henry was studying, desperate to one day defeat.
The moon shone bright in the sky, at its fullest and brightest. Henry had succumbed to the moon, too far away from his pack for their guidance. He had tried to return home to beat the moon, but the change had happened far before he had been ready for it. It ripped apart his clothes, broke his bones, and left him feeling vulnerable and alone.
For hours, it seemed, Henry wrestled within himself, fighting to regain control of the cat. When he finally did, he had found himself farther south than he had ever been before. This area was unrecognizable to him. Blue eyes peered around him, searching for anything that might be familiar. He was lost.
The cat, picking up on the sensation of fear, enhanced those feelings, almost acting as if he was using the as ammunition to once again regain control. But Henry would not allow that to happen. After what had happened to Sterling, there was no way in hell he was going to let his cat rule his life again.
The moved with purpose through the trees, trying so hard to find some sort of place that was familiar or for a scent to be picked up that he recognized. He smelled the scent of the sea and he followed it until he broke through the trees to an uninhabited part of the beach (or so he thought). He climbed atop a large rock and slowly lowered himself to the ground. At least it was peaceful here. The sound of the waves crashing upon the sandbar was soothing. If he couldn't be with his pack tonight...at least he had some soothing sounds to focus on.