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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.

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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!

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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.

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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?

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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.

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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.

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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.

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