[jungle, somewhen March or April]

He sat on a tree trunk with a water bottle in his hand, taking a sip from it every now and then. He didn't bother to check for poisonous animals or large ones with claws because he was the biggest predator here.

He needed to hunt again so he could eat. He didn't like that part but it was necessary to survive. Survive… this seemed to be the big theme of his life.

He remembered the day he was awakened. The human soul - just turned twenty-one - was so in distress it wanted to kill itself. He didn't remember what exactly was the cause had been but it woke him - he called it survival instinct.

The urge to survive was stronger than the incomprehensible rage and fear he felt. He had embraced the human soul, finally soothed it into a sleep and took over the body. The human soul - even though asleep - anchored him. He had retained some faint memories of the soul he hoped help him to get along in this strange new world he found himself in. Without a plan and still scared he went to the place the human soul had called 'home'. This should have been a safe place, right?

He encountered a few people on his way - either frozen in fear or running away. In a shops window he saw why: He looked somehow wrong compared to the others wandering the streets. His legs and arms were way too long for his body and his face seemed elongated, sharp teeth visible. His eyes like those of a predator. His skin more hairy… no: furry.

He pulled the Hood of his sweatshirt over his head to hide his face and made it home without much of an incident. When he entered a woman - the mother of his human soul - peeked he head from the next room, smiling "Jad…" she started, her face froze and whatever she held in her hands fell from them and shattered on the floor. "Jad? Oh my god…" the mother gasped in horror "Horatio!!" she yelled and a man came running from another room "Damned monsters." He grabbed for an umbrella and started to beat down on the confused and scared beast. Under normal circumstances no beast would have had trouble to 'disarm' the human but he was too stunned and shocked so he ran. He needed help. Help from others like him. Shifters.

Scared and drenched, because it had started to rain, he arrived at the home of the Alpha of the local wolf pack. While other shifters grouped themselves more irregular and worked well as loners too, wolves always formed packs of various sizes - nearly every medium sized city had a pack. He didn't even know as what kind of animal he had manifested in this world but still hoped they would help him.

He didn't even make it to the porch before he was surrounded by wolves and a large man appeared among them. "Wonder who messed up an awakening here…" He snarled "…and again we need to clean up after someone…" he exploded in his wolf form. As if this was a secret command all the wolves started to attack him, chased him through a forest and to the river. Only with very much luck he escaped with his life. The wolves thought he had fallen into the wild river and drowned.

He still saw himself sitting in a little cave, cold and scared - rain pouring down outside. Later he had realized this had saved him because the rain prevented the wolves to scent him.

That day marked the beginning of him learning to despise humans - especially those who let the beast they carry wake up only to subdue and enslave it. He started to gather information, to learn all about how the balance worked and how it could be stable with the beast in control.

His first attempts nearly a year ago failed because he hadn't been able to steady the human soul after the beast took over. But when he found that herb, he could achieve it. He was sure.