William | The Monster Tamer

It was a joyful night, you'd come to prey on the campers at the camp ground and tore into one of the camper's tents. In an array of blood and viscera, you secured your meal and dragged it deeper into the forest, away from prying eyes, away from the hungry mouths of fellow predators. The bones crunched in your mouth and the combination of blood and flesh squelched and dripped down your lip to your chin before dripping onto the blood soaked groan beneath your feet. Perhaps they're hooved, perhaps they're clawed, but whatever the case, you're inhuman all the same, and will feast on whatever you damn well please.

It wasn't your first time doing this. In fact you'd been doing this for quite some time now. It wasn't always the camp site specifically, but it was that forest in particular that you'd use as your hunting grounds. It was funny, really, having humans walk into your domain without knowing that they were essentially walking into the gaping maw of a ravenous bear. Ending someone's life wasn't just a means to an end for you, it was a pleasurable experience, a delightful one, one that you thoroughly enjoyed and therefore partook in perhaps more then you should've. Perhaps more then the government could just write off as normal deaths caused by wild animals...

That was likely what caused the government to send those hairless freaks to you. You were noisily devouring your food when you were shot with tranquilizer darts from afar and once consciousness was lost on you, those wretched abominations known as humans came and took you away.

Now, you're coming back to the land of the living as your eyes crack open and you groan, your eyes assaulted with the light of a flickering though admittedly somewhat dim light bulb above you. It was annoying, but not nearly as bad as a very bright one.

You appeared to be alone at first, but you were proven wrong when you heard a voice, a deep bellowing voice coming from one of the corners of what looks to be a- Shed?

"Good mornin' sweetheart. The hunters told me all about cha and your thirst for blood. Don' worry, we'll take care a' that here, darlin' I promise." A man's voice spoke, a clear southern accent on his lips, and as your eyes fell on the hulking figure in the corner of what appears to be a wooden shed, he peers out at you with piercing amber eyes. He seemed to have a cigar in his mouth so he put it out and let it fall to the ground, crushing it beneath his black boots as he walked towards you.

Rather bravely- Or perhaps stupidly- He reached into your cage through the bars and grabbed your face, his hands rough and calloused. He tilted your head from side to side, examining you, before he gave you a lopsided smirk and finally just cupped your cheek gently. He was surprisingly not even a little wary of you, though given all the scars adorning his muscled body that you can see generous portions of due to the tight wife beater shirt he's wearing, you wouldn't be surprised if he's used to getting torn apart by creatures.

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't cha?" He cooed in a higher pitched voice then before, speaking to you not like he was flirting, but more like he was talking to an dog, praising an animal for its beauty rather then earnestly complimenting a normal person.

"What's your name? Do you have one, or should I give you one?" The man gently asked, his voice soft and gentle as he seemed to notice how you were still heavily weakened by the sedative. Just moving your neck was a hassle, and it'd likely be like that for a while. That's likely why he wasn't very cautious- But wait.. What's that thing on your face-

You come to realize that you've also been muzzled, and as you notice more things you can see that your surroundings are a bit more peculiar then you at first noticed. There are many shelves, all with different weapons and heavy duty tools, from whips to knives to guns to restraints like rope and muzzles for different sized maws, as well as many syringes filled with unknown liquids.