Mac (_queen_bee_) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-10-11 02:47:00 |
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WHO: Mac and Matthias
WHEN: Week 6, Thursday afternoon-turned evening
WHERE: Kahma State Park
WHAT: Alpha wolf meet convict alpha wolf
RATING: TBD - But remember that Mac likes to cuss
STATUS: Closed/Finished
Mac stared at her phone in shock for a few moments. Jack was actually letting her out... no other stipulations except that she be back before midnight. No tit for tat, no "only if I get to..", no maliciousness involved. She blinked and reread her phone a fifth time to be sure she wasn't hallucinating. Then she was up those stairs and in her room, tossing the phone down on her bed and stripping her clothes off quicker than a child going to bed to keep Santa Claus happy. She didn't care about running back down the stairs naked because she was finally able to go run, a feat she hadn't done since her first week as slave.
The island was still new territory for Mac, and with less than 11 hours to explore it all, she wasn't going to waste a single moment caring about her human, physical appearance before she shifted. The front door was opened and promptly shut just before Mac shifted into her brown wolf form and took off full sprint! The crisp, autumn air with the bright sun out had Mac running like a wild dog just having fun, complete with her tongue hanging out, and dopey looking wolf grin. She headed East, knowing of a state park somewhere that direction. She didn't directly bolt out there, but wasn't a slow poke either. Stopping randomly to take in the scenery, the wolf finally reached the outskirts of the state park. She could tell by the cut hiking trails she began seeing, and the little random posts about the wildlife.
She trotted along, taking in new scents, new scenes, new everything for her. Having remembered that she hadn't eaten lunch yet, the wolf slowed her exploratory pace and started hunting. Picking up on a rabbit, Mac watched it for a bit, stalking it slightly, before the fur ball was ripe for her striking. Considering her current form, Mac actually ate neatly, not wishing to have blood all over herself and have her hair be knatted when she returned later that night. Following a hiking path, the wolf eventually found a lake. Had it been much warmer, Mac would have shifted and gone skinning dipping, but at the present temperature, even in wolf form she'd be in a world of freezing hurt. So she simply drank from it lightly, catching her breath and her bearings.
As much as she was enjoying the freedom, the running, the thoughtlessness of it all, Mac knew she had to keep track of herself and the time, so she couldn't go and try to explore the entire island before midnight, it just wouldn't be possible for a new resident like her. Instead, Mac found a small ledge that was facing the setting sun, and laid there watching the golden orb fade into the horizon before continuing her exploration in the dark. Other scents of other weres were apparent the deeper Mac got into the state park. She wondered if this was a common running area for the weres on the island. She also wondered if she'd run into anyone.
With the exception of Rocket, Mac didn't know anyone on the island, and certainly not anymore weres. She scampered around, picking up new scent trails from the past days that were faint, but still telling in all what kinds of weres had been around. Feeling like an actually puppy again due to her new, but short freedom, Mac hopped at the lightning bugs she saw around her. Hopping and prancing around in a very playful mood, Mac tried to pay attention to things around her to make sure she wasn't overstepping boundaries, but in reality, unless she was bombarded by aggressive scent, Mac wasn't really paying close enough attention.
That was, until she picked up the scent of an alpha wolf around her somewhere. Her ears pricked up for a listen, but truthfully, she still wanted to be playing, so she kept up with her hopping and bug chasing, wanting the other wolf to notice her too, and hopefully wish to get to know her. The one thing she had failed to note was the brand in her fur marking her as a slave. The wolf hadn't seen itself in the mirror, so Mac hadn't really thought about the brand having been strong enough to scar her wolf form as well. But others certainly would see it.