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exsiliumlogs2013-09-19 04:43 pm
werewolfing) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-09-19 04:43 pm
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Date & Time: 9/18, just before sunset -> morning
Location: the gardens
Characters: Peter Rumancek, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall
Summary: it's the full moon and the boys are getting their wolf on, some of them more literally than others.
Warnings: gory transformation sequence, Peter's unique brand of autocannibalism, probably language.
Peter has no idea whether Scott and Isaac are coming, and the closer it gets to sunset the less he actually cares. It's basically impossible to see the sun in Exsilium; it just goes from being lightish and raining to dark and raining, but Peter still knows exactly when it is that the invisible sun is going to dip beneath the horizon. He'd told Isaac he was going to the gardens for his own protection and he meant it; he's found himself a place as far from all the entrances to the building as he can be. If the other wolves show up, they don't need to be able to see him to find him, and he'd rather nobody else see him at all.
Fifteen minutes before sunset, he begins undressing. Rings and necklace go into the pocket of his jeans, which get carefully rolled to keep their contents safe. Everything else gets folded and put in a bag that he wedges into the crook of a tree.
Six minutes before sunset, he's itching in his skin, restless and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He takes a deep breath, runs his hands through his hair, closes his eyes. He's listening now, either for the other wolves or the quiet whisper of his secret name. Five minutes.
Location: the gardens
Characters: Peter Rumancek, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall
Summary: it's the full moon and the boys are getting their wolf on, some of them more literally than others.
Warnings: gory transformation sequence, Peter's unique brand of autocannibalism, probably language.
Peter has no idea whether Scott and Isaac are coming, and the closer it gets to sunset the less he actually cares. It's basically impossible to see the sun in Exsilium; it just goes from being lightish and raining to dark and raining, but Peter still knows exactly when it is that the invisible sun is going to dip beneath the horizon. He'd told Isaac he was going to the gardens for his own protection and he meant it; he's found himself a place as far from all the entrances to the building as he can be. If the other wolves show up, they don't need to be able to see him to find him, and he'd rather nobody else see him at all.
Fifteen minutes before sunset, he begins undressing. Rings and necklace go into the pocket of his jeans, which get carefully rolled to keep their contents safe. Everything else gets folded and put in a bag that he wedges into the crook of a tree.
Six minutes before sunset, he's itching in his skin, restless and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He takes a deep breath, runs his hands through his hair, closes his eyes. He's listening now, either for the other wolves or the quiet whisper of his secret name. Five minutes.