Post by DEAN BROOK on May 23, 2016 1:42:24 GMT -6
the damage is done
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Paws padded into the earth, snapping twigs as well as crunching leaves beneath the feet of the brownish black wolf as he prowled through the forest floor of the bayou. How long had he been in his wolf form he had no idea. Only that every sense was overwhelming him. Sight, Smell, Noise, Touch, Taste. Everything was heightened and he didn't know what to do. He didn't have anyone and he made sure that each person that came into contact with him were pushed away or thought he was an asshole. It was the best way, the safest way for them and the loneliest way for him. But it worked, hell the only people that could get close to Dean was the pack and well... Rosa. But that was all the people that could get close to him.
As the moon fell behind the horizon, no longer visible due to the clouds. His transformation back into his mortal self began. Bones broke, muscles tore, flesh ripped. Before a yowl turned into a cry of pain as he rested in a pool of his own blood from the transformation as his body shook, not being able to stand the trauma before he slowly looked up realizing he had just barely made it to his lodge in the middle of nowhere. Slowly he scrambled to his feet, thanking the stars that nobody was hiking at this time of night otherwise they'd get a glorious sight of his white ass as he slowly walked through the underbrush of trees and branches. Caked in his own blood he made a disgusted sound as he pulled off fur form his shoulder, hearing the splat as he threw it to the ground before he opened the door to the lodge with his shoulder as he turned the door knob. Closing the door behind him with a familiar click, he made his way upstairs toward the bathroom. Where he took his time in freshening up before coming back downstairs in a towel, he dried his hair with one hand and an extra towel. Before grabbing the remote control that laid upon the coffee table with his free hand. Clicking on the television only to be graced with the many reports about the hikers missing.
He figured it was one of the other werewolves's doing but as he listened and thought about it, it could have easily been he that was doing the murders and not remembering. Yet... he never had blood in his fur when he pulled it off his shedding skin, well... none that wasn't his anyway. Sighing out slowly he moved toward the couch and plopped down in nothing but his towel as he stared at the news briefly, before rolling his eyes. Tossing the remote back upon the coffee table as he bend down. Grabbing a pair of blue jeans and slipping them on, not caring if they were dirty before he pushed himself to his feet once more. Buttoning and zipping himself up as he moved to the kitchen, before he heard a knock at the door. "What the fuck...?" He muttered, having almost poured him a cup of coffee before slowly setting the coffee pot down and moved toward the door. Peering through the peephole to see that nobody was there.
Shrugging it off he played it off as quite possibly just hearing things before he turned back to the kitchen and slipping inside, finishing pouring his cup of coffee. He poured milk and sugar within the liquid before stirring and slowly sipping. His bare feet slapped against the linoleum as he moved toward the sink to see how many dishes he needed to clean before shrugging it off seeing there wasn't that many and moved himself back to his living room only to hear the knock once more. Rougher this time, a cautious growl rumbled from Dean's chest as his eyes shifted gold. Setting his coffee down he moved toward the door and angrily yanked it open, leaning forward as he peered around. Tracking any intruder that was round as he scented the area.
"This isn't ding and ditch assholes, keep on knocking on my door and you won't like what comes your way, i assure you." He threatened, his golden eyes glaring into his surroundings before they faded back to blue before he slowly closed the door again and sighed. Resting his forehead against the wooden door he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. Just what he needed fucking teenagers to play a stupid Halloween prank on him when it wasn't even Halloween and he was sure as fuck that he wasn't the right person to prank either. He had issues... very nasty anger driven issues and he didn't want to hurt anybody that was innocent.... much less naive enough to know to not fuck with him.
As the moon fell behind the horizon, no longer visible due to the clouds. His transformation back into his mortal self began. Bones broke, muscles tore, flesh ripped. Before a yowl turned into a cry of pain as he rested in a pool of his own blood from the transformation as his body shook, not being able to stand the trauma before he slowly looked up realizing he had just barely made it to his lodge in the middle of nowhere. Slowly he scrambled to his feet, thanking the stars that nobody was hiking at this time of night otherwise they'd get a glorious sight of his white ass as he slowly walked through the underbrush of trees and branches. Caked in his own blood he made a disgusted sound as he pulled off fur form his shoulder, hearing the splat as he threw it to the ground before he opened the door to the lodge with his shoulder as he turned the door knob. Closing the door behind him with a familiar click, he made his way upstairs toward the bathroom. Where he took his time in freshening up before coming back downstairs in a towel, he dried his hair with one hand and an extra towel. Before grabbing the remote control that laid upon the coffee table with his free hand. Clicking on the television only to be graced with the many reports about the hikers missing.
He figured it was one of the other werewolves's doing but as he listened and thought about it, it could have easily been he that was doing the murders and not remembering. Yet... he never had blood in his fur when he pulled it off his shedding skin, well... none that wasn't his anyway. Sighing out slowly he moved toward the couch and plopped down in nothing but his towel as he stared at the news briefly, before rolling his eyes. Tossing the remote back upon the coffee table as he bend down. Grabbing a pair of blue jeans and slipping them on, not caring if they were dirty before he pushed himself to his feet once more. Buttoning and zipping himself up as he moved to the kitchen, before he heard a knock at the door. "What the fuck...?" He muttered, having almost poured him a cup of coffee before slowly setting the coffee pot down and moved toward the door. Peering through the peephole to see that nobody was there.
Shrugging it off he played it off as quite possibly just hearing things before he turned back to the kitchen and slipping inside, finishing pouring his cup of coffee. He poured milk and sugar within the liquid before stirring and slowly sipping. His bare feet slapped against the linoleum as he moved toward the sink to see how many dishes he needed to clean before shrugging it off seeing there wasn't that many and moved himself back to his living room only to hear the knock once more. Rougher this time, a cautious growl rumbled from Dean's chest as his eyes shifted gold. Setting his coffee down he moved toward the door and angrily yanked it open, leaning forward as he peered around. Tracking any intruder that was round as he scented the area.
"This isn't ding and ditch assholes, keep on knocking on my door and you won't like what comes your way, i assure you." He threatened, his golden eyes glaring into his surroundings before they faded back to blue before he slowly closed the door again and sighed. Resting his forehead against the wooden door he closed his eyes, trying to calm himself. Just what he needed fucking teenagers to play a stupid Halloween prank on him when it wasn't even Halloween and he was sure as fuck that he wasn't the right person to prank either. He had issues... very nasty anger driven issues and he didn't want to hurt anybody that was innocent.... much less naive enough to know to not fuck with him.
bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh