Lines the werewolf/C8 Self expression
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C8 Self expression

When it comes to werewolf levels, there is a tad of complexity but yet at the same time it isn't so confusing.

The complex portion is prediction. As one can't exactly be sure when a werewolf can level up and precisely what works for the sake of progress, what's more accurate.

The base root of this complexion is the standing fact that every werewolf is different, like every human is different. What might help one werewolf progress can slow down or degrade the other.

Each werewolf has his or her own pace of leveling, it usually comes with age. The older the werewolf the higher the level.

And they would understand that more if it wasn't for all the territorial issues. In these forests, when one werewolf meets the other it usually ends up with one of them giving their last breath.

Considering those facts, it is next to impossible for these beasts to consult what works and what doesn't in terms of leveling up. Why would anyone help the enemy after all?

But there is a secondary key fact worth putting under consideration. Another werewolf that didn't want Tim dead and butchered, cited something about physical exercise heping werewolves progress faster.

It doesn't necessarily outshine the progress of which age alone can bring but it's still a good booster.

But yet exercising at home can be strongly limited, he isn't allowed to go outside either.

Tim decided to go hard or not at all as logically it might help faster. Options limited, he went for the heaviest liftable object in his house... or room, which is his bed.

Can be the best option, the bed is heavy but light enough for a 17 year old boy to yield a few reps out of it.

Slipping his palms underneath the bed's wood work, putting in a good effort to lift it up, it's easier than he thought it would be, the boy even managed to lift it a couple of feet off the floor.

Happy and confident with his strength, Tim continues with a few more lifts. Counting up to 5, he started feeling tired and once counting 10, the young boy started forcefully pushing against what he's capable of.

At 15 he stops but doesn't exactly feel fulfilled so after taking a few quick breaths, he grabs the bed again and counts to 20.

Dropping it, he thinks. "This is much harder than I thought it would be."

And it is, well at least for this 17 year old boy. Like most beginners in exercise, he excepted to drop a sweat after going over 100 but no this isn't the case here. He even started understanding how that werewolf ended the battle with one swing.

Sitting near the bed, his booty cooling on the wooden plank flooring, the young werewolf thought. "This would be easier if I turned into a werewolf right now.

But immediately after, the boy scolds himself. "No, that werewolf said that I should exercise as a human."

A minute passed, Tim stands up again and starts working on the bed but this time he could only push it up to 15, rather harder to do the second time.

Still refusing to give up since that wouldn't make a great big werewolf, he goes for the bed again and lifts it 10 times.

Well now he did 3 rounds of exercise, kinda. So it should be a hunch better compared to how strong he was 15 minutes ago.

In fact for him it might be a bonus hunch better considering that he is thin like a twig, 5,4 feet tall [in his human form] and weighs about 50 kilos.

Considering these 3 rounds as one training session out of many for today, he walks over to submerge into an activity that actually gives this young man, peace.

Drawing.

Well it can't be considered professional drawing but that's not the point when the resulting substance heading for his brain, is a bundle of happy hormones.

He has many drawings pinned on his dashboard but most would consider them unusual and hard to look at. Not because his drawings are bad or ugly, but because they are in some terms psychotic, dissetling.

Most of them are just self portraits but to generate his self expression through the piece of paper, he draws a lot of lines. Circles and semi-circles of all lengths and sizes until the final result portrays a human face.

Mostly, the colour red mixes with the dark. He draws everything by pen so imagining what the portraits are isn't so difficult.

In most portraits his eyes and the ducts are drawn red while the rest of the head is drawn black.

In a couple of other notebook drawings pinned on his dashboard have the colour red on the chin and forehead while everything else is black.

One would consider them random but it isn't nearly the case considering that self expression is the grand topic here.

The colour red signifies pain and the colour dark points at stiffness. So where the eyes are painted red it signifies a day where he cried until dawn.

And where the portraits have a red chin and forehead, it signifies a stressful day until dusk. Where he had to tighten his teeth against each other, headaches of the same stress signifies the red forehead.

Using the same format of drawing, he pulls out a notebook that never got put into use through the past school year.

Tim starts running his black inked pen through a page, shifting it up and down. Drawing circles while not caring if a line or two break borders, not caring if they meet the bottom or top of the page.

Obviously a human face isn't shaped like that but this portrait doesn't aim towards perfection, but for self expression instead.

Fiddling around with line over line, Tim starts forming what represents a human face.

Dropping the black inked pen, he goes for the red one and starts putting small dot after small dot on where the forehead is supposed to be.

After feeling satisfied, he goes for where the chin is supposed to be and only punches a few dots through the thin page.

Last but not least, he goes for the spot where the eyes are supposed to be, drawing a few circles on one eye and finally dropping the black pen.

Grabbing the black pen again, he starts drawing circles on the forehead, mostly eradicating the red dots but with a goal to draw more later on.

Tim's covering these red dots with lines to muffle the fact that there is mental pain going around in his head.

The lines and circles continued right after, he hasn't quite drawn a face yet.

A fact worthy of consideration, his dancing name is 'lines' because he solely based it on these self expressing portraits. Lines obviously lead the drawing so basing his nickname on that isn't exactly a surprise.

Finishing off the drawing about 5 minutes later, he pins it on the dashboard in front, letting the ink dry and rubbing some ink off his hand as well.

The result of this self portrait? A bit of red on the chin, a lot of red on the forehead and circles of red drawn on where the missing eye is supposed to be. While everything else is drawn in black, barely paying attention to details and curves a normal human face has.

Knock knock knock.

The door thundered and half a minute later Lines hears his mother calling out. "Timothy, your dance crew is here!"

Not quite wanting to face them right now but knowing that they won't go away if he doesn't talk to them, Timothy stands up from his desk and makes it downstairs.

Immediately, one of the 7 guests greets with a threat. "Where the hell have you been? Do you want to get kicked out of this group?"

Sick of them, expecting all of this but not a threat, Tim answers. "Yes, kick me out."

His goals recently have been to meet that level 3 werewolf again, slaughter him and take the territory belonging to the succeeding werewolf.

This dance group, well he has quite out grown it. Although a dancing prodigy even though Tim started 2 years ago, this group mostly brings stress and he doesn't want to be part of it anymore.

Another crew member jumps in and declares, "We won't kick you out."

"Fine then I quit." Lines answers, quite determined towards this idea.

"You can't quit!" The oldest crew member insisted with a slight shout.

"I just did, thanks for the visit. Bye." Tim expresses, ruthless at best but his goals are more important now than this crew.

Walking away and running upstairs, he left everyone at shock of what just happened.

But maybe it's for the best? Tim was a great pain to every member's ass and him leaving can work for the other 7 promotion-wise since the hype about it will be huge!

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