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You gotta show me where it hurts

Nov 15, 2011 21:33

Characters: Romulus Hart (dogtagcollar) and Morgan Walker (makeitmemorable
When: FORWARD DATED to the evening of November 19th
Where: The streets of Adstringendum
Rating: PG-15 for. Lots of violence.
Summary: The first full moon in Ads for these two werewolves. Morgan's cage doesn't work as well as he'd hoped. Rome goes to stop him from hurting anyone. They break a lot ( Read more... )

m, morgan walker, romulus hart

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makeitmemorable November 16 2011, 05:52:19 UTC

It wasn't as easy for Morgan. It was never as easy for Morgan: he resisted the change mentally and physically, and while he was still him as the wolf, he more than that, too.

Usually, he didn't mind the cage. (Well, that was a lie - he always minded the cage, but three times a month for more than a decade, he dealt with it. Tolerated it. Usually curled up on one of his mother's pillows and stared at the wall, trembling with energy and refusing to do anything about it.) He wasn't usually in Adstring.

It was the smell of the place that hit him first, slammed into him like a ton of bricks and left him panting, and before he knew what he was doing, he was slamming himself bodily into the side of the gave. Morgan had expected himself to behave; the cage wasn't strong enough to hold him. Free, he let himself run, run and run and stretch and scream, a sound that came out as a long, keening howl.

dogtagcollar November 16 2011, 06:07:33 UTC

He was fine- he felt Morgan changing in the distance, and somewhere far off, a different werewolf. He'd thought there were more here. Still, he didn't know how territorial the other would be and didn't want to get into a fight quite yet. Morgan was in his cage. The other wolf was being dealt with.

Except Morgan was moving.

Rome could smell him, even blocks and blocks and ages away, he could smell him moving. He turned, lay still, and focused on trying to isolate the scent of the other wolf amongst the myriad of other scents assaulting him. There. Movement.

And a howl.

That couldn't be good. With a snarl, Romulus vaulted himself forward into the streets, foregoing any small hope of being able to enjoy the night and instead focusing on tracking down the (possibly dangerous) wolf.

makeitmemorable November 17 2011, 09:26:04 UTC

Morgan was upset. No - he was more than just that. He was livid. He would weather the cage at home, because that was home. It was his. None of this was even familiar in even the most remote sense of the word, and it made his hackles raise.

He could sense Romulus's advance, his approach, and it only made him that much angrier. To think that he could be corralled, controlled, especially in this form? Morgan snarled and hunched. Waiting.

dogtagcollar November 19 2011, 21:18:53 UTC

It wasn't long before he broke out into a run- covering as much distance as possible in as little time as possible. The sooner he got to Morgan, the least chance there was of anyone getting hurt.

Rome slowed as he got into the general vicinity, sniffing at the ground for more of an indicator as to exactly where Morgan was located.

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