Daniel "Oz" Osbourne (sogoesmynation) wrote in parabolical, @ 2007-12-26 12:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, katara, prince zuko, sarah vida |
Who: The Fang Gang (Angel, Cordelia Chase, Prince Zuko, Katara, Oz, and Claire Littleton)
What: Werewolf!Oz escapes his cage.
When: December 26th, after midnight
Where: The Hyperion Hotel
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress
Although the night before had gone smoothly enough - Oz hadn't even transformed, in fact - it was always the night of the actual full moon that he had to worry most about. That was the time when he could feel the draw of the lunar cycle the stronger. It beckoned to him, sang to him, begged him to join in the carnage and chaos and bloodlust offered at the throats of those he considered friends during the daylight hours.
He, of course, always ignored it. Even when he transformed (something which hadn't happened since leaving Sunnydale for the last time a few years earlier) he did his best to make sure he was locked securely within a cage to prevent him from hurting anyone. He'd only escaped a handful of times in the years since being bitten by his cousin, and to the best of his knowledge had yet to go on any major killing spree. There had been a few close calls but that was all fine and good. It was the actual act of slaughtering someone that had him the most concerned.
Much like the night before, tonight Oz wasn't taking any chances. He was in the basement of the hotel, using the cage that had apparently once held Angelus for brief captivity during a period of time that even Cordelia didn't like to discuss. The camera still hung in the corner of the room, although he wasn't sure if it still worked anymore. He didn't really care, either. If tonight was anything like the night before, he would spend the entire time reading, practicing some new chords without use of his guitar, and trying to will himself to fall asleep.
Unfortunately, not long after the clock struck midnight, Oz realized this was not going to be like last night.
It started with the aching in his bones. Pausing in the middle of an article he'd been reading, the guitarist looked down at his leg and noticed it was twitching. Then the ache turned into a full-blown pain and he sighed softly. His eyes slid closed as he began to meditate, relying on the tricks he'd learned during his travels to keep him in his human form. It was tricky trying to find his center sense of calm with the bloodlust coursing through his veins but he managed.
The pain in his limbs faded into the background as Oz allowed the soothing presence of his innermost thoughts to draw him away from the reality of his situation. He had almost succeeded, too, when a sharp pain shot across his middle and he was instantly transported back to the here and now, sigh turning into a muffled groan. He rolled off the cot he'd been sitting on and to the floor, fingers clawing at the ground as he bit back a scream of pain. Sweat dripped from his brow into his eyes, burning and stinging, blurring his vision. One shaking hand came up to wipe the salty wetness away and he realized that the hand was now covered in fur.
Opening his mouth to shout for someone to come, the part of his mind that was still intact knowing there needed to now be a babysitter to ensure he didn't escape, Oz had waited too little too late. By the time the sound came out it was a howl and his human form was ripped away, replaced with that of the furry beast that resided beneath his cool, calm demeanor.
On his haunches, the werewolf moved to the front of the cage. Long claws slapped at the bars and he growled in rage. Tossing himself against the cage, his shoulder gave a loud crack but the metal entrapment held strong. With a high-pitched whine he spun in a small circle - looking for one ridiculous moment as though he were chasing his own tail - before he once more slammed fully into the bars. They shook violently but remained standing, not even bent from the attempt.
Yet surprisingly, the door gave a muted click... and promptly swung open.