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exsiliumlogs2012-11-28 10:45 pm
wolfmd) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-11-28 10:45 pm
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Date & Time: 11/28, shortly after nightfall
Location: the closest forested area
Characters: Isaac and anyone who happens upon him!
Summary: The full moon has risen, so this werewolf is off to transform and get a little hunting in. What could possibly go wrong? (Answer: everything)
Warnings: possible violence and mentioned nudity, and body horror (transforming)
So maybe it had not been a good idea to make his first public introduction on a full moon day. Isaac didn't know what he'd been thinking. Or, well, he did, and doing thinking with the need to run and move and find his pack (a pack; any pack) running wild in his head was not a good idea. Too late now, and he could barely keep it to a jog as he made his way out of the city and into the wilder places. He'd have to deal with the fallout once he'd dealt with the night's business and he had a long jog before there was anything close to a forest. He'd settled for clean water, some stunted trees and brush and ...prey, honestly.
As he jogged on the unsettled land ahead felt more sinister than welcoming. He didn't like it here; nothing smelled right, or even looked right. But he needed to change, and his spine was already creaking and cracking against his will. He didn't want to change yet, but his rhythms were off. It had been only two weeks to the full moon at home, but almost a month here. Holding it off had finally become too much. He hadn't dared earlier, and still didn't want to give in to the vulnerability. It wasn't safe. But the ripples of pain were becoming more frequent no matter how hard he tried to stop them.
With a curse Isaac broke into a full run, dashing full out over the last stretch of land to the available cover and dropping the bag of raw meat to the ground with nary a care. The juices were already soaking through but paper was easier to get through than plastic and if he didn't hurry he'd be sneaking back into town without any clothes. He usually folded them neatly but there really wasn't time. His hands hurt; his face hurt; his legs were twitching and cracking as bones broke and tendons tore.
He barely got the clothing off before the first real rush of change went through him, contorting his spine with a series of pops and making him cry out as he fell fully to the ground. His skin was splitting and tearing and every bone twisted inside him and cracked like they were snapping into splinters. He might have been screaming but it was impossible to tell.
There was only pain; the pain consumed all.
Isaac came back to awareness of things other than pain to the feeling of fur--always one of the last changes--growing in and rolled around because it itched. So he was still a pup sometimes; sue him. It felt good now. Better than good even. Everything felt bright and full of joy.
There was so much to do. He could explore and find pack and hunt. Yes--
MEAT. There was meat and it smelled divine. Isaac wasted no time tearing through the paper--so much better than plastic that got stuck in his teeth--and gulping down the wet, too cold (bah; should have warmed it) chunks.
Not enough, but it was a start. He could hunt now. And with that, he trotted off through the dapples of moonlight through the scant branches and bush, too focused on perspective prey to notice or care if anyone was getting their first glimpse of the giant wolf he'd become.
((OOC: Open for anyone to come upon him at any time during the night! He'll stay away from the city itself, but anywhere outside that is fair game. It would have been easy to follow him; he wasn't really paying the best attention at the time.))
Location: the closest forested area
Characters: Isaac and anyone who happens upon him!
Summary: The full moon has risen, so this werewolf is off to transform and get a little hunting in. What could possibly go wrong? (Answer: everything)
Warnings: possible violence and mentioned nudity, and body horror (transforming)
So maybe it had not been a good idea to make his first public introduction on a full moon day. Isaac didn't know what he'd been thinking. Or, well, he did, and doing thinking with the need to run and move and find his pack (a pack; any pack) running wild in his head was not a good idea. Too late now, and he could barely keep it to a jog as he made his way out of the city and into the wilder places. He'd have to deal with the fallout once he'd dealt with the night's business and he had a long jog before there was anything close to a forest. He'd settled for clean water, some stunted trees and brush and ...prey, honestly.
As he jogged on the unsettled land ahead felt more sinister than welcoming. He didn't like it here; nothing smelled right, or even looked right. But he needed to change, and his spine was already creaking and cracking against his will. He didn't want to change yet, but his rhythms were off. It had been only two weeks to the full moon at home, but almost a month here. Holding it off had finally become too much. He hadn't dared earlier, and still didn't want to give in to the vulnerability. It wasn't safe. But the ripples of pain were becoming more frequent no matter how hard he tried to stop them.
With a curse Isaac broke into a full run, dashing full out over the last stretch of land to the available cover and dropping the bag of raw meat to the ground with nary a care. The juices were already soaking through but paper was easier to get through than plastic and if he didn't hurry he'd be sneaking back into town without any clothes. He usually folded them neatly but there really wasn't time. His hands hurt; his face hurt; his legs were twitching and cracking as bones broke and tendons tore.
He barely got the clothing off before the first real rush of change went through him, contorting his spine with a series of pops and making him cry out as he fell fully to the ground. His skin was splitting and tearing and every bone twisted inside him and cracked like they were snapping into splinters. He might have been screaming but it was impossible to tell.
There was only pain; the pain consumed all.
Isaac came back to awareness of things other than pain to the feeling of fur--always one of the last changes--growing in and rolled around because it itched. So he was still a pup sometimes; sue him. It felt good now. Better than good even. Everything felt bright and full of joy.
There was so much to do. He could explore and find pack and hunt. Yes--
MEAT. There was meat and it smelled divine. Isaac wasted no time tearing through the paper--so much better than plastic that got stuck in his teeth--and gulping down the wet, too cold (bah; should have warmed it) chunks.
Not enough, but it was a start. He could hunt now. And with that, he trotted off through the dapples of moonlight through the scant branches and bush, too focused on perspective prey to notice or care if anyone was getting their first glimpse of the giant wolf he'd become.
((OOC: Open for anyone to come upon him at any time during the night! He'll stay away from the city itself, but anywhere outside that is fair game. It would have been easy to follow him; he wasn't really paying the best attention at the time.))
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He's careful to keep his pace easy, but it's hard, because he has too much energy and hunger gnaws at him.
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But with the wolf as her guide, she stepped lightly after him - and once she's reached the edge of the forest, she turned, smiling at the animal. "Thanks for your help - I can manage from here."
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With the full moon up it would be possible to watch him for some distance through the thin trees, sleek and powerful as he ran back the way they'd come.