Dale Smith (just_dale) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-10-04 10:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 10, character: patrick pucey, dead character: dale smith |
RP: Full moon rising
Who: Dale Smith, Patrick Pucey
Where: Dale's house, Guildford
When: 4th October, 2024
Rating/Warnings: None
Summary: Dale goes through his second transformation alone.
The first thing that registered was pain. Excruciating pain. It couldn't - and never would - be easy to turn from man to werewolf nor the reverse and Dale knew that he would never get used to the pain no matter how many shifts he went through. It was just too much to feel bones snapping and reshaping, to feel his skull shifting into that of a canine, to feel his skin stretching taut as he changed.
The night had been scary without Ronan by his side to help him and yet being in the garden was familiar which helped him to realise that he wasn't going to hurt anybody. Patrick had visited as promised and as a wolf, Dale had been able to smell him before the other man had found him. It was a smell that was becoming more familiar and therefore he hadn't hid, approaching the other wizard - albeit warily - and staying for a bit before retreating back into the bushes and racing towards the lower end of the garden.
Dale thought he'd smelled Patrick later on in the evening but he had been to preoccupied chasing foxes to care. Loud howls of excitement and joy split the air as he caught one and he was glad for the silencing spells surrounding the property.
Finally daybreak came and he shifted again, able to feel the pain much more clearly as human. He screamed hoarsely as he returned to his normal form and lay panting afterwards, body racked with pain and tremors and a cold sweat glistening on his skin.
"Ouch," he muttered, able to smell Patrick which meant the other man was nearby. He couldn't see him but then he didn't want to turn his head to look properly. Movement equalled pain which Dale was quite keen to avoid all things considered. "Potion?" he called out hopefully.