[OOC: In the interest of keeping an open and viable storyline for Oz, in case someone picks him up...]Oz hadn't been feeling well of late. he'd spent a lot of time laying outside under the trees. Probably not the smartest thing to do, but there was a primitive side of him that needed to be close to the earth ( Read more... )

After talking to Aunt Maureen and Jordy, Oz took a notebook and went out to the garden to work on some homework while he waited for Duce to come home ( Read more... )

Continued from here...

Oz eases Duce onto the bench by the lake and sits beside her in such a way to invite her to lean against him. He tugs on his jacket to pull it around her as much as he can.

"That movie was really, really bad."

Mun is an idiot and forgot the full moon is tonight, so Oz would have changed last night too *sigh*The first awareness was of the cold ground beneath him. He rolled over, arms drawn up under his chest for warmth. Not even one second passed before he realised he was face down in dirt. On the ground. Naked, as he always was after the wolf ( Read more... )

It's Saturday, a little past 1:00 in the afternoon. Oz reads the note from Duce, and fingers her name where she signed it a few times before leaving it on the counter.

Oz heads to school, specifically third floor of the dorms. Looking for Willow, hoping she's there. So they can talk.

Oz felt a little bad about leaving the party suddenly, but...he'd started feeling like the walls were closing in on him. His skin was itching, and he needed fresh air ( Read more... )

Oz was playing the guitar in his room, after skipping his religions class because he just couldn't seem to drag himself to campus. His body felt...heavy, the way hefelt in the hours before the full moon. Like the wolf was trying to get out. His skin itched, his bones ached. Professor Gandlaf would understand, Oz was sure of that ( Read more... )

[OOC: Should have been posted this morning, but you know. Work and nap and tihngs to be done...*sigh* At any rate, backdated to this morning]When morning came and Oz awoke, he found himself under a large tree that reminded him of the tree outside his bedroom window at home. He'd used that tree to sneak out and back in to his room -not that his ( Read more... )

It was after 6pm when Oz woke from his nap. He lay for a long time in the bed, in shock, in disbelief. He'd been so sure the morning was a dream. Couldn't have really happened. But...he was in a very nice room, a room that looked and felt to be in a very nice home. Wednesday's home ( Read more... )

Oz knew he was on the ground -outside- before he opened his eyes. He could smell the dirt, the trees, the fresh air ( Read more... )