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monstrous headcanons. accepting!
âš– - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses
The only bad impulses he has are a result of his emotions, especially his anger. It is in those moments that violence is often the only solution for him, the only thing that can make things right.
Whether he’s punching a wall, or punching a person or going full on transformation on them, its in those moments that he doesn’t feel like Cris. He’s become a monster.
But then again, it usually requires extreme set of circumstances. Violence against supernaturals to name a few, and the missed chance of saying goodbye. As a werelion from the Yu Pride, he had been taught to approach most situations with a level head.
☠- DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life.
During his rampage, Cris had barreled into his family home in an effort to get to where she was. To get to the other side. But that was not the first time he almost met death. The first time was on accident, and because he was still a child, it was even more terrifying for him.
His training under his father had started at an early age, and because of this he took to simple transformations easily. His father had always told him that this was their true form, and to never fear because they were called kings. But lions weren’t a common sight in asia, so the day he wandered off the Yu property in his lion form was almost his last.
Cris didn’t know how long he had been running for. He just kept on until he finally stopped hearing their footsteps. Armed with guns and traps, the boy knew they were dangerous. They knew what he was and wanted to kill him but Cris couldn’t let that happen.
As he continued down the path, he had heard the sound of the gears a second too late. And all of a sudden everything went black.
Any memory after that has always been a bit hazy for him. He doesn’t remember how he had gotten home or how he was saved, but he does remember the cage and how small it was. And how afraid he was. And also how the inside of a barrel looks like.
And then…blank.
That was the first time he ever had a brush with death. But the second, that was planned.
