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Who: Willem, Augustin, & Ranulf
When: During the full moon
Where: Somewhere in the city
What: Willem is alone and vulnerable during the full moon, or so he thinks.
As always, the transformation left him exhausted, and he rested beneath his house for a while, panting and staring out at the world with bright new eyes. He hated being a wolf when he was human, but it was hard not to love it when it was actually happening. Everything was more vibrant, more beautiful, more alive, and if he had to quell the instinct to seek out the source of those delicious human smells, it was a fair trade.
He rose from his spot after his muscles stopped tingling and padded off down the street. Usually, he had his children behind him and Augustin beside him, but the children were safe in Spain and Augustin hadn't come back to the house after vanishing the day before. Willem was forced to assume that he'd gone to Ranulf and, though it hurt him, he had tried to put it out of his mind.
He stayed close to the shadows, knowing that as a lone wolf he was more likely to be harried, particularly since there were so many young, stupid wolves in the city. Following the smell of rabbit, he crossed an intersection and slunk into someone's backyard. As he sniffed around, he smelled them coming up behind him. Five of them, young and big and ready to fight. There was a female in heat somewhere around here, and the smell of it had driven them into a competitive rage.
They surrounded him, snarling, and he slunk back, hackles raised, teeth bared.
When: During the full moon
Where: Somewhere in the city
What: Willem is alone and vulnerable during the full moon, or so he thinks.
As always, the transformation left him exhausted, and he rested beneath his house for a while, panting and staring out at the world with bright new eyes. He hated being a wolf when he was human, but it was hard not to love it when it was actually happening. Everything was more vibrant, more beautiful, more alive, and if he had to quell the instinct to seek out the source of those delicious human smells, it was a fair trade.
He rose from his spot after his muscles stopped tingling and padded off down the street. Usually, he had his children behind him and Augustin beside him, but the children were safe in Spain and Augustin hadn't come back to the house after vanishing the day before. Willem was forced to assume that he'd gone to Ranulf and, though it hurt him, he had tried to put it out of his mind.
He stayed close to the shadows, knowing that as a lone wolf he was more likely to be harried, particularly since there were so many young, stupid wolves in the city. Following the smell of rabbit, he crossed an intersection and slunk into someone's backyard. As he sniffed around, he smelled them coming up behind him. Five of them, young and big and ready to fight. There was a female in heat somewhere around here, and the smell of it had driven them into a competitive rage.
They surrounded him, snarling, and he slunk back, hackles raised, teeth bared.