_loup_garou (_loup_garou) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-09-21 08:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | katherine danvers, oz |
WHO: Fenrir and anybody wanting to get a little tormented by his werewolfiness.
WHAT: Full moon backdatedness. September 18th, the full moon.
WHEN: All night long
WHERE: All around central LA
RATED: R
Fenrir was waiting for the moon to rise. That ill feeling one got prior to the moon had long been an accepted fact that could easily been cured by the consumption of raw meat and as much violence as possible. He rather liked this city as nobody tended to really notice his cannibalism and murderous rampages except for a few messages on the message board system online that was were mildly amusing. He stood naked in the tunnel drainage system that led to the LA River that so perfectly positioned himself to the heart of Los Angeles. He had a long list of people he wanted to find and was nearly giddy inside with the idea they were all trembling with fear that something in the night was coming after them. He took a sip from a glass of wine he had carried with him, smiling as he did. Tonight was going to be a night to be remembered. The moon rose out from the city. His skin began to rip. He dropped the glass sending it to shatter on the ground as he sunk to his knees, laughing at the moon as it pulled apart his skin and ripped his bones to morph into his wolf form.
The blood lust instantly consumed the wolf as he ran out of the sewer and stood on the flat concrete that lined the nearly dry river bed. He let long a long lustful howl that called to all of his fellow werewolf brothers and sisters. He ran and leaped with ease out over the fence and darted into the shadows, sprinting towards his first victim.