Zacar landed his plane on the airstripe of the city Stillworth, completing his final delivery for the month to the aircity of Columbia. He put his plane in one of the plane hangers. Making his final checks on his plane, he finished up by closing the doors to the hangers and going to get his payment for the month. Tonight would be another full moon and he only a short few hours to get what he needed done before having to get to his house in the woods. He went on his way to deposit what he had earned into his bank and take a percentage of it and mail it to his family back in Westharbour. It had been three years since he had left Westharbour after the accident, after he had learned what had happened to him.
He was a werewolf. Changed three years ago after touring the near by forest for a place to bring some friends or customers for a good hunt. It had been late and a cold, foggy night. He had been turning back to home when a creature growled in the brush ahead of him. He saw the red dim eyes, believeing it to be a wolf but when it stood up, he knew it was no wolf. A howl had pierced the sky and then it had lunged at Zacar. There was a gunshot and both toppled end over end for a few seconds. The beast had lied motionless on top of Zacar, dead but it had left its mark. Its teeth had pierced into his skin and claws had scarred his chest. When he tossed the creature off of him and stood up in pain to see what it was, he only saw a man lieing dead on the ground. He stood in horror before running and seeking medical attention. After that, he didn't think much of it besides the dead man's face. He never thought that something might be wrong when his wounds had healed quite quickly, never thought about how agitated he had become when the full moon drew close.
By the time he had figured out everything was not right it was to late. The full moon came, and the next day Zacar awoke blood stained and unsure where he was. He had awoke in the nearby forest, naked and alone. He managed to sneak back home with anyone seeing him. Then the news came that someone in his hometown was missing. The man's body had been found a few days later, or what had been left of it. A creature had ripped the man limb from limb and ate most of the meat off the bone. From the blood that had been covering him and thinking about the creature that he had beeing attacked by, he put it together. He knew most of the creatures that had revealed themselves to the rest of the world, and one of those were the werewolves. He ran away after that and never looked back. He was a monster and wished to not harm anyone else
He shuddered to think of his past. He made his way out into the middle of the woods to return home, with a few steaks for his change. Dispite being alone in the middle of the woods, he did not let his wolf roam free. He had made a room with a strong enough chain to hold it and keep it locked up. He never wanted to kill someone again and this was the best way to keep him from doing so.
He entered his house with a few hours to spare before the last rays of sunlight disappeared. He prepared for the night, locking up most of the things in his small house and placing the raw steaks in the chain room. Every hour that past his senses became sharper and his skin burned, the creature wanting out. He locked the door behind him and undressed and placed the overly large collar around his neck. It wouldn't fit him but when he changed it would fit the wolf. Now he waited for the change to come. The ritual he did every night was now part of his common life.