Grey Haven Mods (greyhavenmods) wrote in greyhaven, @ 2012-06-04 13:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | location: border of the haze (outside), npc: mitchell harris, pc: agatha lawson |
Who: Agatha, Mitch (NPC) and Eddie (NPC).
When: Monday evening, night of the full moon.
What: 3wolfmoon.jpg
Where: Outskirts of Grey Haven, outside the Haze.
Rating: N for No Talking Because They’re Wolves.
Status: Complete.
After what had gone down with Agatha, Mitch had begun to really scrutinize how he’d raised Eddie. Eddie was a very, very good human. His whole family (excluding Francine, of course) was quite adept at it, in fact. They were well adjusted and well adapted, and it was hard to imagine meeting Eddie or Kim that they had a violent lycanthrope background. Mitch was a bit more plausible – old dogs and new tricks and all of that – but even he got funny looks from people when it came out that he was a werewolf outside the Haze. Much as he hated it, that wasn’t enough. He could let it be, but Agatha had a point: what if his son was caught outside and didn’t know what to do with himself? He couldn’t fight, couldn’t track; his son hadn’t even transformed during a full moon before.
Something had to be done, one way or another, and so Mitch decided that he’d indulge his son’s long-time fascination with his heritage. Better from him than from Agatha, was his thinking, and so both men had gathered up the camping gear, told a jealous Kim they’d be back in the morning, and went out for a little hike. It was a secluded area, enough for them to rip around and maybe have a scrap when Eddie went hybrid form for the first time, and Mitch had been really nervous at first. Then, as night fell and the moon rose, he felt a peace he hadn’t felt in a long time.
It was like putting on an old, worn, still-warm coat for Mitch, the transformation. He was a massive werewolf, though now his jet black muzzle was peppered with grey hairs and he had a little more body fat than a werewolf had any business carrying around. He let out a joyful howl before he came back to himself and saw that Eddie was really struggling. He hadn’t grown up, and so the transformation was jarring and painful, even for a born-wolf. Poor Eddie howled and screamed and twisted, and once he’d transformed he just lay there panting for a good twenty minutes. Once he came back to himself, though, Mitch didn’t think he’d ever forget the big doggy grin on his son’s bestial face. It was looking into a skinny, scrappy (and slightly taller, when had that happened!?) mirror of himself.
Both Harris wolves howled then, their voices harmonizing perfectly: Mitch’s deep and resonating, Eddie’s piercing and somewhat mournful.