Some things are better left unchanged.

This is a private roleplay between Myself and Sorella.

Name: Calvin Dumont.
Appearance as a werewolf:

Calvin leaned back on his bed, resting his head on his crossed arm behind him. He had to meet his new fiance soon. His father was demanding that he be the perfect gentleman, take her hand and kiss her knuckles when they met, bow to her if he must. He felt like a puppet, being forced to marry one of them. Why did they have to be pushed together, forced into some marriage they would each hate. He doubted the mystery woman would like it any better then he did. Their kinds weren't exactly on speaking terms.

"Calvin!" His mothers loving voice echoed through the den. He looked over and stretched, falling off the furs scattered across his bed. "Coming." He said back, running his hand through his hair. His mother, a sweet, blind old wolf with white hair and eyes to match stood in the hallway. "Are you dressed, ready?" She asked softly, smiling in his direction.

Calvin nodded. "Yes mother. I am ready." He felt all wrong. He wanted to be in his wolf form, in his natural form. In his human form, dressed so formally he felt wrong, like an outcast to his people, a fake. But he knew what he had to do, knew what his father would tell him he needed to do. He wasn't looking forward to the meeting.

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