Who: Marley and Apollo
What: The Full Moon
When: Sunday night
Where: Apollo's place


Marley was nervous again. She didn't know how much of it could be attributed to true fear and how much was just the beast inside her clawing to get out, but the effect was the same. Her stomach had been doing flips for two days now, and it got worse with every hour closer to nightfall. Late afternoon, looking rather worn already, Marley apparated to the Wilkes sanctuary where Apollo would presumably be waiting. The clothes she was wearing were disposable. A ratty pair of jeans she'd bought from a thrift store and a tee shirt. They'd be ripped when she shifted anyway.

She had packed a bag with clothes for the morning after, as well as antiseptic and small bandages for any injuries she might inflict upon herself. It was the same first aid kit she'd had at the werewolf sanctuary. They always got hurt when they were caged, always. It was the price of being safe, she supposed.

She spotted Apollo and made her way over to him, lips pressed tightly together, not feeling up to a sunny smile like normal. She just wanted tonight to be over with already, but in the same breath she didn't want night to fall either. Didn't want to face what was coming next.

"'Evening," she said, setting her backpack down on the ground.