| so many blank faces ( @ 2009-12-06 23:23:00 |
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| Second night was always the shittiest; he ached and hurt and wished his limps would fall off because maybe that would hurt less. He had theories, but always came to the conclusion that while an appendage-less werewolf would be hilarious to see (and not at all dangerous), being an appendage-less human would be rather shitty. Rolling over, reaching out for...something, he felt cloth- clothes, his? That was strange... he never transformed near his clothes. Ah well. Pulling them over him, Jensen gave a shudder and realized... he smelled blood. Sitting straight up his eyes darted around panicking. It was- Julia always spelled the area closed. They couldn't leave- she'd done it for him. For others- but it didn't stop humans..... His eyes slammed shut and he began to rub his face, swearing mentally and then outwardly. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The swearing only got worse as he felt the cold wet brush of liquid on his hands as he rubbed over his face. Looking down at the palms- blood. He had blood on his face. "Fuck." As the swearing got worse however, his senses kicked in. It wasn't human. Slowly raising a bloody palm to his nose, he sniffed and then recoiled slightly. It seemed- rank. Bird. Possibly fox. He hated fox. Why the hell did his wolf go hunting for fox? Looking around, hoping for some clues instead he found a very.naked.girl. "Oh. Fuck." |