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exsiliumlogs2013-02-27 12:56 am
wolfmd) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-02-27 12:56 am
OPEN!
Date & Time: Feb 24th-25th
Location: The city, Outlands and Borderlands, in that order
Characters: Isaac Hunter and YOU
Summary: Isaac turns into a wolf once a month. This time he's trying to be prepared.
Warnings: Werewolf! Also, transformation (body horror), blood and hunting animals.
[A]
He was going to go farther this time, so he wouldn't risk coming in contact with humans, unless they already knew. His first change was still weighing heavily, as well as more recent incidents. No way was he going to risk it. And if it meant he had to go farther and start out earlier, well, the moon was calling and he wanted to run.
The pack slowed him down, but he didn't know what he would find in the smaller section of city that would be his first stop, so he'd packed all the meat he thought he would need. And ice, to keep it cold. It weighed things down a lot, but even so Isaac had remembered to put together a first aid kit this time. Scratches and even small cuts would be no problems this time, and he was confident that worse was unlikely unless he did run into a hunter.
So Isaac was setting an easy pace through the streets of the city, at a slow jog. He could go faster, but there was more than enough time, and even if he was slowed up, there were places he could reach in a pinch. He was smiling as he went, looking forward to a good run and some good hunting.
[B]
Change always left Isaac full of almost manic energy, and he'd only stopped long enough to gulp down the meat he'd brought before dashing off into the trees. This place was much better than the last. He could smell more prey, and if it came along with a scent that screamed predator, Isaac felt no fear. He loped along for the sheer joy of it for a while and then stopped to throw back his head and howl. 'I'm here' it said, 'happy, healthy, and strong. This is my place tonight.'
There was a note of loneliness in it that would never leave, and of course no one would answer, but a little singing felt right. And with that urge settled, Isaac set about easing another. At a full run he dashed off, following the smells and sounds of the woods, and looking for likely prey. He was hungry and he wanted to hunt.
[C]
It was nearly dawn, and Isaac was feeling that warm, tired contentment that came with a long night and a good change. His belly was full and he felt rejuvenated as he trotted back to where he'd left his clothes. There was even a little meat left--
Except something had been here. His nose and eyes told him all he needed to know. The meat had attracted more than just the usual scavengers he'd almost expected. No, this scent was different and set off alarm bells in his head. His hackles rose, and he stopped in the middle of the open space with a growl in his chest. Recent, but how recent was hard to tell, and he couldn't change here. It wasn't safe with another predator so close. But which way had it gone? He had to find that out before he cou--
Noise! Motion! Pain-snap-bite-kill--
It was over as soon as it began and Isaac shook the flesh between his teeth one last time for good measure. He'd mauled the creature badly during the brief exchange before he'd gotten his jaws around the throat, but the pain and blood-scent told him he'd received much the same.
Damn it all. He hadn't brought supplies for this, and a trip back untreated... There was only one thing to do.
Isaac let the change come, and when the pain faded and he was himself again--stinging and bleeding--he reached for his tablet.
((ooc: Action or prose is fine! Choose to stumble on Isaac with one of the options given or make up your own! He had to travel all the way out there and then spent all full moon night roaming, so there's plenty of places he could have been encountered on the way!))
Location: The city, Outlands and Borderlands, in that order
Characters: Isaac Hunter and YOU
Summary: Isaac turns into a wolf once a month. This time he's trying to be prepared.
Warnings: Werewolf! Also, transformation (body horror), blood and hunting animals.
[A]
He was going to go farther this time, so he wouldn't risk coming in contact with humans, unless they already knew. His first change was still weighing heavily, as well as more recent incidents. No way was he going to risk it. And if it meant he had to go farther and start out earlier, well, the moon was calling and he wanted to run.
The pack slowed him down, but he didn't know what he would find in the smaller section of city that would be his first stop, so he'd packed all the meat he thought he would need. And ice, to keep it cold. It weighed things down a lot, but even so Isaac had remembered to put together a first aid kit this time. Scratches and even small cuts would be no problems this time, and he was confident that worse was unlikely unless he did run into a hunter.
So Isaac was setting an easy pace through the streets of the city, at a slow jog. He could go faster, but there was more than enough time, and even if he was slowed up, there were places he could reach in a pinch. He was smiling as he went, looking forward to a good run and some good hunting.
[B]
Change always left Isaac full of almost manic energy, and he'd only stopped long enough to gulp down the meat he'd brought before dashing off into the trees. This place was much better than the last. He could smell more prey, and if it came along with a scent that screamed predator, Isaac felt no fear. He loped along for the sheer joy of it for a while and then stopped to throw back his head and howl. 'I'm here' it said, 'happy, healthy, and strong. This is my place tonight.'
There was a note of loneliness in it that would never leave, and of course no one would answer, but a little singing felt right. And with that urge settled, Isaac set about easing another. At a full run he dashed off, following the smells and sounds of the woods, and looking for likely prey. He was hungry and he wanted to hunt.
[C]
It was nearly dawn, and Isaac was feeling that warm, tired contentment that came with a long night and a good change. His belly was full and he felt rejuvenated as he trotted back to where he'd left his clothes. There was even a little meat left--
Except something had been here. His nose and eyes told him all he needed to know. The meat had attracted more than just the usual scavengers he'd almost expected. No, this scent was different and set off alarm bells in his head. His hackles rose, and he stopped in the middle of the open space with a growl in his chest. Recent, but how recent was hard to tell, and he couldn't change here. It wasn't safe with another predator so close. But which way had it gone? He had to find that out before he cou--
Noise! Motion! Pain-snap-bite-kill--
It was over as soon as it began and Isaac shook the flesh between his teeth one last time for good measure. He'd mauled the creature badly during the brief exchange before he'd gotten his jaws around the throat, but the pain and blood-scent told him he'd received much the same.
Damn it all. He hadn't brought supplies for this, and a trip back untreated... There was only one thing to do.
Isaac let the change come, and when the pain faded and he was himself again--stinging and bleeding--he reached for his tablet.
((ooc: Action or prose is fine! Choose to stumble on Isaac with one of the options given or make up your own! He had to travel all the way out there and then spent all full moon night roaming, so there's plenty of places he could have been encountered on the way!))
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"Did you enjoy it?" She shifted up onto all fours, being slow with her movements so as not to startle him. "Where's the rest of your pack, buddy? Are you lost?"
If he didn't turn away, or become aggressive she'd approach a bit more so she could give him a tentative sniff.
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And then tensed a little--a true wolf wouldn't have understood the questions, and he wasn't sure how she'd react to a wolf who could clearly understand speech.
Of course there was always the possibility that she'd assume a coincidence, but to be brave enough to offer her kill and then stay and even come closer, well, he suspected she knew animals very well. But Isaac couldn't do anything about the slip, and held himself still as she came closer. If nothing else, he'd be able to get a good handle on her scent too.
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She neared when it looked like he wouldn't run off or become hostile and tentatively sniffed him. She committed the scent to memory--there were so many whirling around, some from very, very long ago but she never forgot a scent once she placed it. Once she was satisfied she sat back again.
"You're a smart guy, aren't you? I guess they must not be around, I'm sorry. But I can run with you fur a bit, yea?" She turned around and ran forward a bit before turning to face him, hoping he understood.
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Her words surprised him, and he sat up straighter, ears angled forward. Had he heard right? Yes, he had. The loneliness surged up, but also the urge to play. How could he refuse? He'd just have to be careful not to give in to the urge to pounce. With the decision made he bounded after her, capering around and play-bowing. Hopefully she'd recognize that behavior and understand that he was agreeing to a run.