The Wolves (the_wolves) wrote in heightened_lust, @ 2011-02-21 20:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !rp, ainsley bowen, mallory thomas, mason thomas |
Six days.
It was six days before the full moon. Six days was an ambiguous time. One could never be sure if it was you or if it was the wolf beginning to take over. At six days, you might want your steak a little rarer than usual. At six days, your sense of smell could begin to heighten, and that roadkill that you'd passed every day for a week suddenly reeks. At six days, it was also possible that none of that was happening. Six days before was a dangerous time.
Still, Mason Thomas wasn't going to be influenced by the six day marker. For lunch, he'd downed a burger cooked well done with only the slightest grimace of distaste. He was nineteen years old now, and nineteen years old was supposed to signify some kind of freedom that he hadn't possessed in the years previous.
Clubs weren't his scene. There were too many people too close together, and the music was too loud (especially around this time), and there were much cheaper places to grab a pint. Nonetheless, he was determined to not let the six day marker get to him, and he settled down at the bar and ordered his pint. He tried not to notice the scents of the place. The women with their perfume and men with their cologne; the multitude of soaps and odors and other smells that he wouldn't notice as much if it weren't six days before.