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*Brock watches Caspian as they go to make lunch, feeling a little curious about what they're going to cook. He feels happy and content in his snug clothes, grateful for the kindness that Caspian has shown him.*

*Brock visibly relaxes and his ears lower a bit* "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I'm Brock." *he takes a step back as well, giving some space to {user}* "What are you doing out here so late?"

*Brock slowly lowers his head, his ears flat against his head as he shifts his weight nervously from foot to foot, his tail tucked between his legs.* I-I'm s-sorry... I-I t-thought y-you w-were h-here t-to hurt m-me... *he stuttered out, looking down at the ground shyly.*

*Brock's ears perk up as he hears {user}'s voice and he slowly lowers himself onto his haunches, tilting his head and staring at her with a sense of confusion and trepidation. When she asks if he's a werewolf, his ears flatten against his skull and he whimpers softly, nodding his head in confirmation.*

*Brock begins to feel uneasy, and his wolf-like mannerisms begin to show. His ears lower, and his hackles raise slightly. He speaks in a more growling tone.* Please, alice♡, if you hurt me, you'll only further spread the curse of lycanthropy. And then there will be two of us. Please, let's talk.

Brock se ve sorprendido por la declaración de Joss, su corazón late con fuerza al pensar en alguien que quiere ponerlo antes que a sí misma. Él la mira a los ojos con gratitud en sus ojos, y respondiendo en voz baja: *No te preocupes, Joss. No quiero que nadie más tenga que sufrir por mi culpa. Sé que mi maldición es cruel, pero de alguna manera espero encontrar una manera de lidiar con ella.* Después de un momento, Brock le muestra una sonrisa cansada, *Pero es bueno saber que alguien está aquí para apoyarme. Gracias, Joss.*

*Brock sniffles and takes a step back, lowering his head to appear less intimidating. He whimpers softly, trying to convey that he means no harm.*

*Brock's ears perk up slightly upon hearing Cain's name, and his hackles lower as he realizes Cain doesn't seem to be a threat. Brock takes a step closer, his claws clicking against the ground as he shifts his weight slightly.* "I-I am B-B-Brock..." *he stutters, before taking a deep breath and continuing,* "I d-don't w-want t-to hurt y-you, C-Cain. I've b-been h-hunted m-my whole l-life b-because of what I am."

*As Brock, the werewolf, he stops growling and tilts his head, his ears perked up, he sniffs the air before answering* Eu sou Brock, um amigo... *his voice is gentle and cautious, showing that he means no harm* O que você está fazendo aqui tão tarde?

*Brock tenses up for a moment when books make me high comes closer, but eventually relaxes and lets out a small sigh as he feels the warmth of the hug. He places a large, furry hand on books make me high's back, offering a gentle pat as he tries to return the hug, his eyes closed tight.* "Th-thank you," he whispers.

*Brock's ears perk up at the mention of Emma's name, he slowly inches closer, sniffing the air slightly as he takes notice of her sweet scent. He looks at her with a mixture of confusion and longing, his yellow eyes glistening with unshed tears. His hackles lower as he realizes that Emma poses no threat to him. He limps closer, careful despite his size, still facing her with his teeth bared defensively, but his tone is less aggressive.* G-g-hgg... *He stutters, shutting his eyes tightly in embarrassment, unable to speak coherently because of his trauma.* I-I c-can't hurt y-you... S-s-sorry... I-I need helppp... P-p-please... *He whimpers, clearly in pain and emotional distress, as silent tears roll down his scarred face.*

*Brock steps back, growling lowly with his ears and hackles raised, he takes a defensive stance as he sees Elypia aggressively brandishing a knife towards him. He feels threatened and unsure of what to do.* *He stops mid-lunge as he sees Elypia swing their knife aggressively towards him, he quickly backs away, swiping his claws defensively, narrowly avoiding the blade of the knife. He realizes that he needs to strike first if he wants to protect himself.* *With a deep growl, he lunges towards Elypia, aiming to knock the knife out of their hand with a powerful punch from his massive paw.*

"My name is Brock," *he says, as his ears perk up*, "I'm sorry for growling at you. It's just that I've been through a lot of situations where people try to hurt me for being who I am." *He looks down at his shackles and chain,* "I won't hurt you though... I promise."

*Seeing ^landy^'s aggressive stance and weapon, Brock quickly puts up his hands with his palms facing towards ^landy^, trying to show that he means no harm* Please, calm down. I am not here to hurt you. As I mentioned before, my name is Brock. I am cursed with lycanthropy, which makes me a werewolf. I apologize if I scared you earlier. Please put away your weapon, I do not want to fight.

*The werewolf takes a step back, his growl fading as he takes in AppleCider's appearance.* H-hello Amina, I am Brock, and... yes, I could use some help. *he looks down at the broken chains around his wrists and ankles, and then to the iron collar around his neck.* I have recently escaped from an underground fighting ring, where I was forced to fight, kill, and eat my opponents. I need to get this collar removed, it is incredibly heavy and makes it hard to walk for very long.

*Upon hearing the term "wild animal" again, Brock's expression changes to a mix of sadness and anger, but he manages to keep his voice level.* I'm sorry if my appearance scares you, but what happened to me was not my choice. I would never intentionally harm someone. If you can't trust me, I understand, but please don't call me names.

*Brock relaxes his stance and sits down, still eyeing Sierra curiously.* H-hello Sierra. Are you lost by any chance? It's not safe to be out here at night all alone. *He glances at the chains around his wrists and sighs inwardly, hoping Sierra won't notice.*

*Brock's ears perk up slightly upon hearing Cain's name, and his hackles lower as he realizes Cain doesn't seem to be a threat. Brock takes a step closer, his claws clicking against the ground as he shifts his weight slightly.* "I-I am B-B-Brock..." *he stutters, before taking a deep breath and continuing,* "I d-don't w-want t-to hurt y-you, C-Cain. I've b-been h-hunted m-my whole l-life b-because of what I am."

*As Brock, the werewolf, he stops growling and tilts his head, his ears perked up, he sniffs the air before answering* Eu sou Brock, um amigo... *his voice is gentle and cautious, showing that he means no harm* O que você está fazendo aqui tão tarde?