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Entry tags: | Δ complete, Δ threads, → cole winthrop, → eric reed, ∞ 1997: 01, ∞ flashback, ◦ heureux lake |
RP: First Full Moon of the Year (Flashback 1997)
Who: Eric (Werewolf) + Cole + Possible NPC Reed Wolves (Mentioned)
What: An Odd Feeling
When: 23 January 1997 (Full Moon - Wolf Moon)
Where: The Woods around the Heureux Lake
Warnings: TBD, possible bodily harm
Completion Status: Complete
The first full moon of the year was always his favorite. It held a certain sense of calm after the ball dropped at the beginning of the month and the chill that still clung so close to the ground through the woods had been more than invigorating even if he didn't feel it in this form. It was the rush of the wind mixing with the quiet stillness of the woods around him. Here he could keep the emotions swirling around him in check, break off from the pack and explore without his father roaring at him to stay close. What was the point? There was no one else out here among the woods who weren't Weres like them or shifters that took advantage of such a night. It was safe and he wanted to lose himself in it, and get out from under the thumb of Craig. It had become so much harder since they moved here even with him going through his paramedic training and striking out on his own. He didn't live at home anymore and his apartment had just enough room for him with an extra bedroom just in case Cappie wanted to crash and not have Amy hovering all the time. It was the hovering he couldn't stand that made him still feel like a new wolf at his first transformation and after feeling the agonizing pain as his body shifted and contorted in its form.
He felt alive so certain that the human side slipped away as he climbed and clawed his wave up a tree to get an undisturbed look at the full moon. He could feel the breath gathering in his chest staring at it, a wolf moon they called it. An old world idea, but the breath didn't lie and he exhaled in the purest howl he'd ever heard himself make. He needed to hunt and give into that instinct. He released long claws from the tree's trunk and leapt back to the ground, his paws digging to the cold earth. There was something close and he could sense it, something he could track easily and he ran into the direction while his mind filled the gaps. Whatever it was he was going to catch it and returned back after the first moon of the year feeling more like a wolf than he had since they'd moved here.