Mac (_queen_bee_) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-09-15 20:30:00 |
|
|||
Current mood: | bouncy |
Entry tags: | #week: 5, &day: tuesday, *character: nicole chavez, ~thread: complete |
WHO: Mac
WHEN: Week 5, Tuesday/Full Moon
WHERE: Jack's basement at his house
WHAT: Alpha wolf gets locked up on a full moon
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: Closed/Complete
It was Tuesday night, full moon night, and Mac was stuck in the fucking basement! As it got closer to the rise of the moon, Mac dared asked Jack if she would be allowed out. And she got her answer. No. Seems he didn't trust her out on her first full moon. So he lead her to the basement, warned her that if she gave him lip, he'd chain her up, but if she was well behaved for the next month, he'd reconsider letting her out for the next full moon. Although she wanted nothing more than to rip his face off in response, she begrudgingly walked down stairs of the basement and paced in human form until the moon rose and took hold of her. Her clothes already off so she didn't rip them, Mac easily shifted into her red-brown wolf form, her crystal eyes more potent in this form.
Although Mac had no intention, much, to cause a stir, the wolf wasn't as controlled. She ran up the steps to see if she could get the door open, but whine immediately, and painfully when her paws hit silver. She yelped loudly and limped back down stairs and began howling. She may not have been in an actual cage, but being locked up with no way out, no access to the outside world, the basement sure felt like a cage.
As the night dragged on, the wolf whined, paced, zig-zagged around the basement, howled, and howled some more. She barked, yipped, and growled, wanting to hunt and kill something. It was a good thing she had hunted on that night she came back from taking care of her omega, otherwise this being locked up would go over worse, and silver or no, the wolf would have kept clawing at the door until she was permanently scarred. She ran herself around to make herself exhausted, but stopped from time to time to howl, long and loud, and sad. Memories of her first full moon with Carmen filtered her mind, little by little, and the howling became more sorrowful and painful. Carmen's face was so beautiful, and she hadn't been afraid, even though Mac had shifted out of nowhere, having lost track of time and the moon. Carmen was soothing to Mac, and the wolf loved her. It was after that moon that the girls consummated their love and then it was the next morning that the markings showed up.
Happy memories bleed into the sad memories, and soon the wolf was remembering Carmen's bleeding face and the need to claw out the eyes of the guys who killed her. The wolf remembered her first kill, one of the guys who shot Carmen. Howling became screeching then growling again before Mac made her fiftieth lap around the damn basement. By the end of the night, Mac had managed to mostly successfully wear herself out. She shifted back before the moon was totally down, and she curled up with her clothes, letting sleep take over. Sweet, dreamless sleep.