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HEAD COUNCIL (headcouncil) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-03-31 19:06:00

Entry tags:

adrienne conté, danté donovan, events: full moon, jack harrell, radu dumitrescu, sascha connolly, simon myles, zach kitano

Tuesday: August 28, 2007
WHO: Werewolves and anyone who wants to linger around the barrier ^_^
WHERE: North East of Helicharis (just beyond the Abandoned Elven Palace)
WHEN: Approximately 5:30 PM (1.5 hours before sunset)
WHAT: Werewolf playtime

Important OOC notes: 1) Start sub-threads in this post by posting the name of all characters involved in the subject and the approximate time of night that particular scene is happening. 2) You can choose how your character arrived at the enclosure. 3) Don't forget to describe the character shifting and what they look like while shifted. 4) Don't forget that the transformation hurts unless you are used to it. 5) Lastly, have fun and go wild with it!

There was an ominous feel to the evening as the sun began to descend in the sky. The forest was quiet, eerily so, as the animals that lived there burrowed themselves deep into their homes. They knew what was on its way by instinct, knew what the full moon meant and the terror it would soon bring. They could feel it in the same way that the lycanthropes felt the ache in their bones.

The wind howled, a long and lonely cry that told of the foreboding moon. The werewolves would be out tonight, their howls echoing among the trees and carried on the breeze. The North Eastern part of the forest would be their home tonight; the entire area would be blocked off by a barrier. Orc shamans and their powerful totems lined the perimeter of the forested area and waited for the Weres to occupy the designated space. One by one they would come, some on foot, others in wagons pulled by only the bravest of Elven steeds and handlers. The lycans' bodies would pulse with the power that was ready to be set free as their beasts clawed just beneath the surface waiting impatiently for the sun to sink below the horizon.

Ten shaman surrounded the area on all sides, and those moments before the sun's rays slept for the night they would focus their energy into their totems to cast the invisible barrier. The power of the wise orcs was more than enough to hold the lycanthropes inside. It kept the citizens of Elysium safe from their hungry teeth and sharp claws, while still giving the wild beasts enough space to hunt and run free under the light of the full moon.

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Simon at Sunset

furismurder
2008-04-02 03:40 am UTC (link)

He tracked through the bushes. Away from the rest. Didn't like packs. Didn't want to be a part of one tonight. Never did before. Never would now. Lone wolf was Simon. Soon the wind would be rushing over his fur while he ran through the forest. The breeze ruffled his hair. He looked up to the sky. Tonight was the full moon. Come again like it did every other month. Hadn't felt it till the last two days. Faint aches in his bones. It got that way after a few years of being a wolf. Got used to it. Learned to deal with the pain. Still felt it though. Simon always felt it. Low thrumming throughout his body. The moon. It called for him.

Twigs snapped under his feet. Bare feet on the soil, grass, and prickly wood of the forest floor. Simon wore nothing on his feet. No point in wearing something. It was just gonna tear off anyways. He came out to the barrier with old sweatpants, a pullover and old socks on his feet. Left all but his sweatpants with one of the orcs. Barefoot and shirtless. Perfect way to shift. Back home he just went out full on naked but Simon wasn't parading around nude in front of these people. Didn't have no one to worry about seeing him in those days. Under moonlight ain't no one gonna see him now but he wore the sweatpants still. They would've saw him coming in buck naked. Simon kept them on. Kept walking. Taking them off now and leaving the sweatpants inside the barrier was about as dumb as letting people inside. Some wolf was gonna find it and tear it to shreds. They'd smell the human in it. Get an idea and chase for the clothes. Might as well shred them yourself.

It came. The moon. Up in the darkness he felt its power taking over. Simon knelt on the moist soil. Smelled the earth all around him. Leaned onto his balled fists. On all fours when it hit. Hit like bones breaking. Crack. Snap. Crunch of bones realigning. Each break and pop echoed in the air. Simon gritted his teeth. Jaws maddeningly tight. Not a damn sound came outta him. Nothing but the crunch of bones. Skin grew and stretched. Muscle compounded on itself. Sweatpants tore off during the change. He was becoming the wolf. The other part of himself. His second half. Embraced like a part of his soul. And it was. The wolf.

Fur the same dark color as his hair sprouted all over his new body. Eyes didn't change. Above the snarl of the wolf's snout were blue eyes. The wolf howled at the moon. Free. And now it was time to roam. Roam free.

Ahead laid the forest. Wide and open and his to rove. He plunged into the depths of tree and wood. Time to hunt. Time to run.

Time to be free.

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Jack, about an hour before the moon rises.

jacktoshow
2008-04-02 04:56 pm UTC (link)

His bones hurt. His muscles hurt. He'd swear later that even his hair hurt, even if the possibility wasn't likely. Every minute movement reminded him that in an about an hour's time, his body would be breaking and bending itself to match that of the monster trapped inside of him.

Jack was sitting down on the grass. Like Simon, he wore only sweatpants, old, hole-y ones from what had to have been high school. They were too short for him by several inches, but it hardly mattered. They wouldn't last the night. Jack remained stock-still; he might have been a statue of a person locked tight within marble. His knees were drawn up to his chin and every now and then he shuddered with a mixture of anticipation and pain. Oh, he wanted to run, he wanted to get out of here and tear off and never be seen again. The pull of the moon was fierce and couldn't be ignored, not even with his diehard grip of denial. But sitting still, refusing to surrender control until he absolutely had to was his one last refuge, and so he sat, biting down on any urge to do anything else.

If it had been any other day, Jack would have hung to the side, preferring not to be near any of the other werewolves. He didn't like socializing, and he didn't like being reminded that his strengths were theirs, and their weaknesses, his. But today, he sat by the edge of the barrier with the other lycanthropes that waited for the moon rise, not bothering to move on his own or try to be alone. His expression was both tight and blank - nothing on it to reflect the tension within, and the extreme hatred that he held for this particular aspect of his new life here at Elysium. He neither acknowledged the other lycanthropes nor noticed them; for all purposes, Jack had checked out.

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Adrienne before and after sunset

cursedwithfur
2008-04-02 10:05 pm UTC (link)

The ride over to the enclosure was a lonely one for Adrienne. She had lied on her back on the pile of hay, eyes trained up at the sky and the clouds that reflected shades of purple, orange, and yellow. The sun would set soon, and then her night of roaming in the forest would begin. She heaved a sigh and closed her eyes. "Please... don't shut me out tonight," she begged of her beast. She wanted so badly to be able to see Zach at the barrier, wanted the wolf to approach him and accept him. The truth of the situation was that the wolf had already begun to accept Zach, if only Adrienne would fully accept the wolf and not try to control it. It wasn't about control, but of harmony. An actual symbiotic relationship except the wolf wasn't some sort of foreign entity, it was a part of Adrienne. One that she hadn't fully come to terms with yet, but was extremely close to accomplishing.

The wagon stopped a mile from the barrier and Adrienne thanked the driver. He smiled nervously and the dark-haired girl couldn't say she blamed him. It was scary; the idea that people could turn into vicious beasts with sharp teeth and claws should have made anyone riddled with anxiety. No, Adrienne didn't hold it against him; at least he was brave enough to bring her this far.

Barefoot and clad only in a pair of tattered shorts and a tank top, Adrienne made her way to the enclosure where the orc shaman were ready and waiting to put up the barrier. A cold wind brushed past the girl before she reached the safety of the trees causing the small hairs on her arms and legs to stand on end. She wrapped her arms around her body and looked over her shoulder. In the distance she could see the abandoned Elven palace standing high upon its majestic hill. She and Zach were just there the other day, exploring the contents as the sturdy walls protected them from the rain that was falling outside. She smiled sadly and brushed her hair away from her face. Would he show up tonight, she wondered. Adrienne knew that he was frustrated with their lack of progress and she feared that one day he would just give up on the whole endeavor.

She cast the negative thought from her mind and entered the forest. The sky was growing dark now and Adrienne could feel her muscles twitching beneath the surface. Her heart raced within her chest and she finally stopped in an area that she was sure was free of any other Weres. Adrienne leaned against a tree and slid down to her bottom slowly. It was starting. She could feel it deep inside as her wolf whimpered and begged to be free. "Just a few more minutes," she whispered softly as the bright colors of the evening began to fade making way for darker hues. Adrienne took a slow deep breath and held it in for those final seconds of daylight. She counted them down in her head as her keen eyes followed the path of the sun as it sank beneath the horizon. 3... 2... 1...

Darkness and freedom all at once. Adrienne doubled over to the ground and grasped at the earth with her hands. The change had begun and the hands that had grabbed at the earth were now becoming strong claws. Sharp nails dug into the soil as the bones in her body snapped only to be realigned once more. Her spine arched upward as the vertebrae extended slightly while the size of the bones themselves increased. A tail sprouted from the base of Adrienne's spine at the coccyx and became covered in muscular tissue . The girl's muscle mass increased, too, while still maintaining the streamlined and toned look of the female form.

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Adrienne before and after sunset - Part 2

cursedwithfur
2008-04-02 10:06 pm UTC (link)

Adrienne's facial structure had begun to change. The teeth in her mouth elongated into points that were keen enough to bite into flesh and to tear it from the bone. Some of her inner teeth fused to create large molars strong enough to crush the bone of prey. Saliva dripped from her mouth an onto the earth in front of her as a guttural growl formed in her throat. Her mouth and nose had begun to elongate, creating the distinct muzzle of a werewolf. Her ears, too, increased in size and had moved upward. Her eyes became more acute, though they retained their original blue and green hues, with the addition of red flecks interspersed throughout the orb. Adrienne let out a terrifying growl as her body became covered in thick, dark-brown fur, finishing the process.

Her muscles relaxed as her lungs took in deep, heavy breaths. She snorted out of her nostrils and lifted her head to the sky as she steadied herself upon powerful hind legs. Her claws ripped off any remnants of clothing as her eyes adjusted to the darkened forest around her. Another deep breath filled her body, rejuvenating it after its painful transformation. The werewolf was free, and Adrienne howled into the night sky in celebration.

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Zach, Sascha, and Adrienne @ Midnight

coalintodiamond
2008-04-02 10:32 pm UTC (link)

As the hours passed slowly in the world beyond the werewolf barrier, Zach twiddled his thumbs and waited for midnight. Calling Adrienne too early would interrupt her hunting and potentially cause a failure in what they planned to do tonight like every other full moon before. Once the clock was close to striking midnight, Zach gathered up his things, placed a whistle around his neck, and headed out the door of his cottage. He took a wagon to the werewolf enclosure, saw the orc shamans long before the wagon reached them. Zach looked around and couldn't see the barrier itself, but there were poles of some sort with carvings and decorations on them — totems, as they were called — seeming to form a line long before the trees. Orcs positioned themselves all along the trail of totems, a sign of the barrier that couldn't be seen by the naked eye.

Zach walked right up to the one of the orcs that he knew, Lurdoch, and offered him a small smile. Lurdoch smiled back, nodding his head at Zach. He knew why Zach was here, same as ever. Lurdoch said nothing as Zach walked up to the invisible barrier, sitting down on the grass with crossed legs, and stared off at the tall trees not too far ahead. Adrienne roamed in the forest somewhere beyond, a wolf under the full moon . . . but still his Adrienne.

He sat there for a while doing nothing but gazing off, afraid to pick up the whistle and blow on it. The tiny sound it made would travel far to find Adrienne's ears, a sound they had been training her wolf to recognize. Zach's whistle alone, which made a different sound from any other whistle. It was specially made for him for this purpose by the elf and witch working at the Woodshaper's Shop, emitting a sound that only a sensitive wolf's ears could hear far across a distance. Silently, it hung around his neck.

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Re: Zach, Sascha, and Adrienne @ Midnight

bohemiarhapsody
2008-04-02 11:24 pm UTC (link)

Sascha wandered along the perimeter of the enclosed area, occasionally reaching a hand out to brush along the hard surface of the barrier as he scanned the dark trees beyond in search of someone- something?- to engage in mental conversation. He'd never spoken with any creatures of this particular nature before, and he was anxious to discover the lengths to which he could still maintain communication with these individuals in were form.

Sweeney had been so frazzled by the strange energy of the day that he'd taken her straight back to the bungalow after his shift at the library had ended that evening. Fortunately, Irei had been there when he returned, and it was with great reluctance that his roommate had agreed to watch over the agitated canine while Sascha set out for the forest area where the lycanthropes had been sequestered.

It had taken a few hours to reach the area on foot, and then Sascha had spent a handful of hours trying (unsuccessfully) to locate one of the creatures from his limited vantage point. He was about to give up hope and head for home when he spotted a figure seated on the grass just ahead of him. He squinted a little in the darkness to better make out the familiar form, and a smile broke onto his face as recognition dawned on him.

"Speak of the devil," he remarked with a goodnatured chuckle as he squatted on his heels beside Zach. "Your father and I were just talking about you."