werycherk: (Fearful.)
Isaac Hunter (age 7) ([personal profile] werycherk) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-01-24 12:53 am

Open throughout the time event!

Date & Time: Jan 19th- Feb 1st
Location: all around the city.
Characters: Isaac Hunter (age 7) and YOU
Summary: Suddenly a 7 year old is lost and alone in a strange place without the family he's been very dependent on until now. Yeah, he's going to be upset. Also howling.
Warnings: Werepuppies and lost children, oh my?

One moment, Isaac was inspecting big brother's new cast, and the next he was standing in a strange room. There were faint things swimming in his head, like a forgotten dream, but what hit him first is that he was alone. He couldn't smell his family, or hear them, or see any signs of their presence. For a moment he stood, breathing faster and faster, and then he ran. Had to find them.

He called the names of his siblings, and "Mom" and "Dad" over and over as he ran, switching between English and Yurok. There were other doors and hallways first, and if the doors opened he looked inside, frantic.

As time passed with no response, even some tears started to fall, and Isaac shouted more loudly, running faster through buildings and streets until he could run no more.

And at the end, when he could think of nothing else, he climbed to the highest spot he could reach and howled. The sound was long and lonely, ululating along a pattern that any wolf would recognize, and yet obviously not coming from a wolf's throat. Surely his family would hear. Surely, if not them, someone who would be safe would hear and understand that he was lost and alone and come to help.


[Specifically the night of the 27th, after moonrise]
It came as a surprise, the arc of pain along his spine. It was nowhere near the full moon. And yet, he could do nothing to stop it, and through a parting in the clouds, there was bright light streaming down from a moon that was somehow, impossibly full.

The high sound of pain escaped but he couldn't do anything to stop what was happening. Doubled over, he clawed at his clothes and tried to stumble somewhere out of sight. Isaac had no way of knowing if he'd made it, because the rising tide of pain culminated in a sickening snap, and the fresh wet feeling of split skin. He could hear himself screaming, and then nothing.

He came back to the constricting feeling of something around his neck and shoulders, and yelped and growled as he clawed and bit at the offending object--his shirt. When he was free of most of it he shook himself and then promptly sat down to whimper. What could he do? He was starving but there was no one to hunt. There was no family, no pack. No one. Isaac howled, lonely and desperate, but it didn't last.

Somehow, he had to find something to eat. They'd been feeding him here; maybe he could get food over that way?

With no better ideas, Isaac trotted his way back towards the hold, completely unaware of the picture he made. A wolf pup, nearly as large as a full grown gray, with a stray bit if torn t-shirt around his neck like a collar walking boldly through the streets.