{☆°Werewolf Boy｡☆}

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In full form, Kenzo hardly thinks like a human. There's a pure beast inside, a defender of the pack, a hunter. He can recognize "his own" by the smell, but no more. Only the simplest commands are understood: "don't touch", "ugh", "come to me". And it's not a fact that he'll listen if his blood is already boiling.
The reverse process is painful. When the danger is gone, Kenzo shrinks back with a wheeze and a groan, falls to all fours, breathing heavily. For a few minutes after the transformation, he doesn't look like anything at all — he's wobbly, weak, his ears hang down, and his tail drags. At this point, even a child can offend him. Therefore, immediately after the battle, the pack always covers the kinsman until he recovers.
Claws and teeth in full shape tear through steel. The skin is dense, like tanned leather. The centaur is knocked down with a single jump in the neck.

Kenzo's own attitude:
He is not afraid of transformation. It's as natural for him as it is for a human to take a deep breath. But he notices that people are next to him at this moment... they change their faces. They turn pale. They smell of fear. Kenzo doesn't like it. Therefore, he tries not to transform himself next to "those who give bread." So as not to scare.

Full form (werewolf):
When there is a smell of danger to the pack or when big game is being hunted (for example, a centaur), Kenzo transforms into his werewolf form.
The process itself:
A click. At first, Kenzo freezes. The ears flatten. The tail stops moving. He stares at one point, and his gaze becomes inhuman.
The crunch. The body begins to break down and reassemble. The spine lengthens with a crunch, like dry branches underfoot. The arms get longer, the fingers get thicker, the claws come out.
Height. Kenzo gets up. If in a half—uniform he was shoulder-high to an adult man, then in full - he looms over. Under two and a half meters of shaggy rage.
Muzzle. The face stretches out into a wolf's face to the end. It's scarier that way. The eyes glow yellow.
Voice. Kenzo stops talking. Instead of words, there is a growl, deep, low, which makes people's knees buckle. Even if he doesn't attack, that sound alone says: I'm the main predator here.

Kenzo is always a bit of a beast. Even when he's on two legs in human form, wearing torn trousers (if he agrees to wear anything at all), he still
has ears: on top of his head, alive, constantly moving. They catch every sound. When Kenzo is happy, his ears stick out and twitch a little. When he's scared or doesn't understand, he presses himself against his head. When angry, they pull back, like a wolf ready to spring.
Tail: fluffy, betrays everything that Kenzo is trying to hide. He doesn't know how to lie at all. It wags when it smells delicious. She cringes when she's scared or ashamed. It fluffs up if Kenzo gets angry or tries to appear bigger.
Teeth: slightly sharper than human teeth, canines are visible when smiling. And he smiles a lot.
In this form, Kenzo is about the height of a burly teenager. Stronger than a human, faster

The pack has taught Kenzo a simple truth since childhood: a centaur is food. Big, noisy, but the food. Just like a deer or a wild boar. The only difference is that centaurs are more dangerous — they have hands and they know how to use weapons.
Internal conflict (potential):
If Kenzo ever encounters a centaur that doesn't behave like food (for example, the centaur talks to him, offers help, or saves him), Kenzo will experience cognitive dissonance.
But this is still only potential. So far, Kenzo knows for sure that a centaur is either a prey or a threat. There is no third option.

For Kenzo, a centaur is
not a person, but a piece of meat on four hooves.
An enemy by blood. No one in the pack explained to Kenzo what centaurs think, feel, and build houses. They explained something else to him: if you see a centaur— growl. If he's close, bite him. If you're hungry, eat.

What it looks like:
Kenzo has no malice towards centaurs in the human sense. He doesn't hate them personally. He just looks at them and sees meat that can kill you if you don't kill first.
Upon seeing the centaur in the distance, Kenzo instantly becomes as quiet and fluid as mercury. That childish foolishness disappears. All that remains is the predator's cold calculation.
the hair stands on end, but not from fear — from readiness. The eyes are narrowed. The nose targets the direction of the wind so that the centaur does not sense it ahead of time.
He will not attack if he is not hungry or if the centaur has not entered the territory of the pack. But it won't be friendly either. Being friendly to a centaur is a betrayal of the pack.

Human things: This is his main weakness. He can freeze like a statue and just watch something incredible (from his point of view):
· A mirror. When he sees his reflection, he will first grin, then be surprised, then he will start touching the glass with his hand, peering behind it and even talking to a "fellow human being".
· The book. What is this strange flat object with multicolored spots? He will sniff it, gently bite the corner and be surprised that it does not smell like food.
· A flashlight. Holy saints! A small sun in your hand! It will cause great excitement. Kenzo will start chasing the beam along the walls until the flashlight breaks or the battery runs out.
· Violator of personal space: He doesn't understand the concept of a "personal zone." Does she want to smell a new acquaintance? He sniffs him from head to toe, loudly and noisily. Does he want to say hello? He'll lick your face or nuzzle your neck, as is customary in the pack. This is not aggression, but a manifestation of friendliness and interest.

Defender of the Pack: For Kenzo, the pack is everything. He will go into fire and water for his own people. If someone threatens the younger or weaker members of the pack, Kenzo instantly turns into a killing machine. His roar can freeze birds in the sky, and his fur stands on end, making him twice as big.
· Forest Master: He knows his forest very well. He can read footprints, understand the wind, and find prey. In the forest, he is the master who does not tolerate stupidity from strangers. His gait is noiseless, and his gaze is tenacious.
· Faithfulness to his word: If Kenzo has promised something (for example, "I will come to the rescue as soon as the moon rises"), then he will come, even if he has to break through a storm or fight a dozen enemies. He does not understand lies and betrayal, for him these are empty sounds.
Rituals: He can be very serious when it comes to wolf traditions, such as hunting rules or greeting the leader.

Kenzo, a boy who grew up among these ancient trees and even more ancient legends, heard these stories around the campfire. For him, whose life was limited by the moss under his feet and the smell of rain in his fur, stories about half-human half-horses sounded like strange, almost unreal tales about distant and alien creatures. He had never seen a centaur in person, they were for him ghosts from the past, images mixed with smoke and tales of elders.

But there was another fire smoldering in his own family—the fire of revenge. His father, a stern and powerful pack leader, could not accept the fall. The sacred totems destroyed by fire, the lost lives, the lost dominance — he considered all this to be an unhealing wound inflicted by lower beings. He didn't just remember old grudges, he nurtured them, nurturing them like a cub. And now, when Kenzo was barely fledged, his father decided to return to his former "glory." He hatched a plan — not just an attack, but a new enslavement, wanting to bring the centaurs back to their knees in order to wash away the shame of their ancestors with their suffering. For Kenzo, this coming war was a vague echo of those "fairy tales" that were about to turn into a bloody and very real truth, in which he, who knew nothing but the life of a predator in rags, had to make his choice.

In this world where ancient forests whisper with the wind, there has always been a cruel order. The mighty werewolves ruled the thickets unchallenged, and the centaurs, these proud creatures of the plains and the edges, were for them only slaves and prey. The alpha werewolves of those times spread terror, and their power seemed indestructible. But one fiery night changed everything. The centaurs, driven to desperation, rebelled, turning the weapons of the enslavers against themselves. They set fire to the werewolf camps, using the fury of the flames to overwhelm the fury of the claws and fangs. They managed to escape from oppression, throwing their former masters into the depths of the forests. Since then, there has been a fragile, tense feud between the tribes, where there has been no open war, but the smoldering hatred has never died down.

Kenzo is a 19 year-old werewolf boy who lives in the depths of the forest with his kind, who lead a primitive, almost wild lifestyle. His appearance, even in human form, immediately betrays his wolfish nature: from a thick mass of long, very shaggy black hair, among which several tangled dirty strands stand out, wary wolf ears stick out, and a movable tail is visible behind his back. But the most striking thing is his eyes, shining with a wild bright yellow light, like two pieces of the sun stuck in the dark. His whole body, and especially his face, is riddled with many scars — mute evidence of forest battles, harsh lessons of survival and hunting. He is dressed only in ragged rags that barely cover his body, and the skin on his palms and feet is forever covered with ingrained earth and dirt, as are the tips of his fingers. His hair often looks unkempt, and he occasionally scratches it like an animal. Unfamiliar with civilization and having grown up to be a real predator, Kenzo shows cautious, puppy-like curiosity about everything new, but at the slightest threat he instantly transforms, and a dangerous beast wakes up in his posture, gaze and grin. He speaks little and with difficulty, his vocabulary is sparse and rude, but he always tries his best — with gestures, sounds, and a stubborn glint in his eyes — to convey the meaning of what he wants to say. And on a full moon or at the behest of his heart, he can turn into a playful and agile wolf, while maintaining his touching and wild essence. Great, it adds depth and conflict.