InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "I love Eliot Waugh"

Wes (wassupwes) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-02-09 14:11:00

Have sympathy for the werewolf, somebody like you and me...
Who: Wes and Caiden (possibly Gemma?)// CLOSED
What: Wes' time of the month and Caiden keeping him company
Where: The Shrieking Shack
When: Sunday 8th Feb/ night
Rating/Warnings: PG13?
Status: in progress

Wes stopped before the Whomping Willow and glanced around, making the coast was clear. Well sort of, he couldn't really be bothered to check properly. If someone saw him they probably wouldn't get past the tree anyway. He slipped his wand from his pocket and pointed it at a large stone on the ground as the tree swayed threateningly.
"Wingadium leviosa," He muttered, with a nice swish-and-flick of his wand, levitating the stone up before sending it to thwack against the knot in the tree that momentarily paralysed the Willow. He crept forwards and slipped down into the tunnel, having to duck awkwardly because he was really too tall for this shit!

He hadn't waited for Caiden. He never waited for Caiden, because he never wanted to put that kind of pressure on him. To make it seem like he expected him to come along every month. It was a big commitment and all that and he didn't want Caiden to feel obliged. Wes probably wouldn't admit it, but if Caiden stopped coming he'd be heartbroken. He'd gotten to the point where it felt like Caiden kept him sane during these three nights. He wasn't sure what he would do without him. But still, proud as he was, Wes would always act like he could do it alone.
He pushed open the hatch and stepped into the shack, still as dirty and creaky as when he'd left it last, though his and Caiden's foot (and paw) prints covered in a new layer of dust. He made his way through to the livingroom and sighed before taking off his shirt, throwing it onto the broken sofa that sat sadly in the middle of the dark room, looking quite sorry for itself. Wes paused to run his fingers over some of the stuffing poking out of the side, the material ripped by what was quite clearly a set of powerful, sharp, teeth.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

lilbludger
2009-02-10 10:15 pm UTC (link)

"I know you are," Gemma whispered back, her breath making little white puffs of each with each word. She wrapped her arms around her brother, hugging him to her and lying her head against his chest. "Let's not get all blubbery and squicky about emotions, but I think simply you being here means more to Wes than you'd ever know. I know if I was in his position... I'd want company the most."

She paused again before grinning up at Cai. "Playing makeshift quidditch isn't too shabby either," she joked as a wolfly Wes dropped a slobbery snitch at their feet. She loved her brother, he was one of her best friends, and it hurt to seem so perplexed. But, that was Caiden's nature. He always wanted to know what more he could do for someone. She knew he could see the sincerity behind her words, even while she passed things that were too intense off with a joke.

As he let the the snitch take off again in a slightly wonky zigzag pattern on account of its still spit infested wings, they watched at Wes bounded after the little golden ball. "Maybe next month I can bring my broom with us."

"... or not?" She smiled innocently at Caiden's fearful look.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

ohheycaiden
2009-02-11 03:42 am UTC (link)

Caiden hugged her back tightly, smiling again. "No, no emotions," he grinned, sniffing a little, but he was fine. He did appreciate Gemma being here with him. He'd probably have broken down into a jibbering heap a long time ago if she weren't here to slap him back into shape. He didn't need to say that though. They'd known each other sixteen years, they were pretty close, they could speak without words.

He hugged her gently again once the snitch was bobbing back into the forest.

"Your broom?" Caiden's head snapped around to her, his eyes wide as though she'd just suggested covering herself in meat and running through the forest. "I don't...I don't know if that's a good idea. What if he forgets and...maybe if we were both on brooms..." Caiden's mind was immediately spinning through all of their options. "That might be ok. Then we can keep our eyes on him." He really hated talking about Wes as though he were dangerous - even if he was in this state - because he was still a person. He was still a human. Heck, no one thought of shooting at girls once a month and they could be a whole lot worse than a werewolf...

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wassupwes
2009-02-11 05:46 am UTC (link)

Wes followed the Snitch more slowly this time, his ears perked, curving around slightly to catch snippets of Caiden and Gemma's conversation, but that didn't interest him quite as much as the fluttering golden ball. He kept his body low in the grass, stalking almost silently. These were things Wes didn't even have to think about. It just came naturally. Hunting instinct. If the moon hadn't been so bright, he would've been invisible against the grass in the darkness. The snitch captivated his attention, and he was ready to pounce..That was, until something else moved nearby.
Wes' struggled to keep his wits about him, but it was hard, for a fox had just emerged from its burrow, upwind of Wes so it had yet to even smell him nearby.

It stalked through the trees, sniffing out prey, unaware that it was in the werewolf's sight, Wes failing horribly at calming himself. He jumped without warning, snarling as he caught the fox under his paws, his teeth closing around it's throat. It screamed, as foxes do, all-too-humanly as Wes's jaws crushed it's windpipe. His pupils were wide as he tore the head clean-off the foxes' body, the air filling with the smell of fresh, hot, blood. He held the head triumphantly for a moment, as the pleasure of hunting wore off and Wes was able to wrestle his mind back.

He dropped the fox's head with an unpleasant thud and backed away, mouth covered in blood simultaneously horrified and enraptured. The wolf hadn't killed it to eat it, or because of some other natural instinct. He'd killed it for the pure pleasure of feeling the last shuddering breath leave it's body and the final thump of its heart. To taste its blood hot on his tongue. The crumpled furry body was a horrible reminder that despite his puppy-ish nature, and playfulness when he was in control, that even with the potion, Wes couldn't stop himself being a deadly animal.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lilbludger
2009-02-12 12:36 am UTC (link)

She and Caiden continued to discuss the options of bringing their brooms next time - Gemma still a little shocked that her brother was even entertaining the idea - when Wes went after the snitch again. Gemma didn't notice that Wes had slowed his movements to a predatory stance until he pounced.

Gemma's eyes widened and she let out an involuntary shriek as Wes' mouth closed around the fox. As rapid as he had captured the animal, he had dropped it, now decapitated. Another breathy scream escaped her lips, and she gripped Caiden's shirt to spin them around in the opposite direction. It wasn't the gore that bothered her, though the scene was fairly gruesome. She was in pure shock over what she had witnessed.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ohheycaiden
2009-02-12 03:30 am UTC (link)

Caiden heard the scream of the animal followed by Gemma's before his eyes had even lighted on what had happened. He didn't even have time to make a noise before their back's were turned. His arm automatically clamped around Gemma's shoulders, holding her close to his body protectively. His other hand covered his mouth, as though to hold back any noises.

Long moments passed before he realised he probably probably shouldn't have his back to a werewolf. A werewolf that had just killed something. Caiden turned again, keeping Gemma behind him, raising his wand and pointing it towards the forest.

"Wes?" he called softly, eyes darting around the shadows, despite the fact he could barely see two feet into the trees. "W-Wes? Come back here-" the last thing he needed right now was a werewolf with a taste for blood on the loose- he was supposed to be looking after him.

Caiden took a few paces forward, wand hand visibly shaking. "Wes?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wassupwes
2009-02-12 08:14 am UTC (link)

The air was filled with the tang of blood, and it was all Wes could smell. It was all he could taste. It overwhelmed him, running through his veins, clouding his mind, filling him with desire to hunt. To kill. The moon shone down upon the werewolf as he turned his attention to the frightened screams of his friends.

The wolf stalked through the trees, his eyes shining, reflecting the moonlight. His maw was stained with fox blood, teeth bared as he watched the backs of his next two victims. They'd turned away from him, giving the wolf enough time to creep downwind. His prey couldn't smell him now, they wouldn't be able to hear him coming.
Wes' heart was beating fast, the excitement of the hunt thrilling him. he was a soiled string, a steal trap ready to snap. He moved through the grass to Caiden's left, just out of sight, but he failed slightly, his excitement letting out a small soft growl of anticipation. It didn't matter either way. They were dead now!

He knew something was wrong. Something felt wrong with this. Something he shouldn't be doing. The awkward wrong-ness washed over him, but it was gone a moment later as a fresh breeze brought another whiff of his kill, the fox's blood pooling into the soil, cold and sticky.
He snarled and jumped, teeth bared, eyes wide and trained on Caiden's throat. Wes could almost taste the blood, and he wanted to!

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ohheycaiden
2009-02-12 08:33 am UTC (link)

It was lucky for Caiden that he'd been brought up to have quick reactions, both on the Quidditch pitch and when play duelling with his siblings and cousins.

He heard Wes growl and spun around, wand pointed. "Argentum Attonitus!" he squeaked, a burst of silver light shooting from the tip of his only weapon. The silvery water hit Wes' foreleg, drops clinging to his fur and merging together like mercury.

He'd never had to do that before. Never had to hurt Wes. He was still shaking, his heart hammering in his chest as though it were trying to get out.

Caiden didn't know how he managed to stay standing on his wobbling legs. Wes had dropped to the floor right in front of him, but before anything else, Caiden looked over at his sister, wanting to know she was still there, still safe. Only then could he turn back to Wes, to see if his friend was back in control.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wassupwes
2009-02-12 04:30 pm UTC (link)

One moment, all the wolf could think and feel and want was Caiden's blood oozing across his tongue, and the next was burning pain! He collapsed into the grass with a yelp as the silver, pure from Caiden's wand, clung to his leg. The strange, sticky liquid metal was cool to the touch.. if you weren't a werewolf. To Wes, the silver stung as if it were fresh from a fire, and there was nothing he could do to get it off! It was clinging to his fur like hot glue!

The smell of burning hair covered the tang of blood, and the pain gave Wes something new to concentrate on, something he could think about outside of animal instincts. It hurt! His head cleared and he whimpered, looking up at Caiden and Gemma from where he'd fallen. Oh god he'd done something bad. He'd done something and this was their way of protecting themselves! Wes closed his eyes and continued whimpering, hoping they wouldn't leave him where he'd landed out of fear. How else could he tell them he was back in control?

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ohheycaiden
2009-02-15 08:59 am UTC (link)

Caiden looked back at Wes, laying on the floor whimpering. Of course it had hurt and, hopefully, it had been enough to bring Wes back to his right mind.

"Wes?" Caiden whispered, approaching his friend. "Can you hear me? If...if you can understand me..." he reached out a hand and touched Wes' head, petting nervously. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you-" despite the fact hhe had a legitimate reason for it he still felt bad and, having deduced that Wes was with them again, waved his wand to remove the silver, still stroking Wes' head apologetically.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wassupwes
2009-02-16 10:37 am UTC (link)

Wes whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut against the burn, staying still as Caiden's hand moved through his fur, though he couldn't stop the high pitched whines in his throat. As the silver vanished, the spot on his leg was left with a dull ache, a sting that would fade before the fullmoon was over. Wes healed quickly over the moon.
He licked the tips of Caiden's fingers softly, which was his only way of showing that it was him, and that he meant Caiden no harm. His tail drifted slowly behind him, a snail's-pace wag to show Gemma and Caiden he was ok. He promised. An owl screeched in the forest, and his ears were perked instandly, his eyes wider and he lifted his head to look around, teeth just poking out of his mouth. He looked up at the sinking moon, before licking Caiden's cheek. The moon was starting to set. Wes' hell had almost abated for another night. One down, two to go and then a month's relief.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lilbludger
2009-02-21 04:06 am UTC (link)

Gemma felt like crying. Not that she'd dare do it of course, but the stress of the night was getting to her. She wrapped her arms around Caiden and crushed him into a hug until he'd was probably ready to shake her off. She was so thankful he had kept his head in the moment. That was one thing her brother was that she could never be - calm in a crisis.

She hated that she had the fight the instinct to flinch in fear as Wes' tongue poked out to dart to Cai's cheek. It wasn't normal to be afraid of one of your friends, Werewolf or no. She leaned over and gave a bear hug to Wes as well, feeling a bit better after she heard his heartbeat. It was distinctively human, not too fast nor slow enough to be part of the animal inside him. When she saw his face turn toward the moon above them, she followed, thankful that tonight was almost over.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -