Jennifer Burke (jenniferplease) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-10-03 23:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 10, dead character: jennifer |
RP: A Little Taste
Who: Jennifer Burke, NPC
Where: A field near the woods somewhere in England
When: midnight, October 3, 2024 and then sunrise
Rating/Warnings: language, description of nudity
Summary: Jennifer goes for a run instead of locking herself inside
For the first time ever, Jennifer didn't prepare her room at Burke House for the transformation. The moon was full and it was to be a cold, clear night. Her meeting with Voldemort had increased her desire to see how powerful she could become, and though Jennifer did not have the wolfsbane potion she hoped she would remember just a small bit of her night.
She headed north by muggle transportation during the day, carrying nothing but her wand. Jennifer had looked on a map of England for an area in the country where she felt she couldn't do much damage. Perhaps she would take down a rabbit or a deer in her wolf form. As she rode in the muggle cab, she hugged her arms to herself and smiled and looked out the window.
The sun was almost finished setting when she arrived at her destination, and the cab driver had been confused but she paid him handsomely not to ask questions. When the car disappeared in the horizon, Jennifer walked from the roadside and into the woods nearby.
The air was cold on her naked skin, though the fire that she started deep in the woods helped to keep her comfortable. Jennifer had with her a potion for nausea which she took regularly, and took another sip before beginning to eat a portion of dried beef jerky and a handful of berries. She was remarkably calm, and wondered if that was the potion she had been taking or the simple fact of her acceptance of her condition.
Full dark came quick, and an owl hooted overhead. Jennifer was lying nude on her clothing on the ground, the fire burned down to coals and she was no longer cold. The heat began to burn through her body as it normally did at the start of her transformation, but instead of fighting it she willed herself to accept it. Accept the pain, accept the sickness and the heat.
An hour later, her wolf eyes opened and her nose twitched, sniffing out her surrounding. Jennifer got up on her four paws, her jaws opening as her mouth and nose breathed in the air. The tang of the earth and the forest were overpowering, and nearby she heard the skittering of a small animal. Suddenly, Jennifer was ravenous. She started to stalk after the sound.
The young buck that she pulled down had given her quite the chase, and when she snapped the deer's neck in her strong jaws Jennifer felt a wave of satisfaction. The deer's meat was delicious, and its blood covered her muzzle, front paws and the fur on her chest as she ate. The smell of the fresh kill must have been what attracted the others, for a pack of wolves - four of them, all male - came upon her.
Jennifer growled and snapped at them, trying to protect her food but there were four of them and only one of her. They managed to drive her off. However, she had eaten plenty and reluctantly leaving the woods she ran through the field enjoying the freedom.
The ground gave out from under her legs and Jennifer cried out in wolfish pain as wooden stakes pierced through her thigh and shoulder. She hadn't seen the house nearby that was occupied by a farmer. Jennifer had fallen through his trap, designed especially for the wolf pack that had gotten into his chickens a week earlier.
She howled out in pain for hours and hours and near daybreak the wolves from before had come, sniffing around the edge of the trap. Jennifer heard shots ring out and the wolves scattered, leaving her alone. She shivered in shock and pain and fear and when the sun broke she began to shed her wolf form and transform back into the woman.
When the farmer appeared at the trap and looked down he gasped in shock. Instead of a wolf that he thought he had caught, a young woman was lying in the trap, her face and naked torso streaked with blood as the stakes through her leg and arm gleamed wetly in the rising sunlight.