Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Trent and Melia.
Where: The lake.
When: Late morning.

It wasn’t exactly ideal weather for hanging out by the lake but Trent hadn’t come here to enjoy himself. Even with the chill and damp in the air he had come here to think, to get away from it all, take time and be by himself. As much as he loved his family, as much as he loved Venus, there were times when he couldn’t be around anyone and this was one of those times. Distance was what he needed, quiet and space. The lake was the perfect place for that.

So here he was, his feet wet after he had pulled his boots and socks off in order to perch himself on a low rock and let his lower legs dangle in the water. The legs of his jeans had been rolled up but as he watched the water ripple with the breeze he let out a sigh. This wasn’t helping. Kyle and Lotti were still trapped inside the school, they still had no idea what was going on, Venus was still essentially blind. Frustration gnawed at the edges of his concentration with sharp teeth and as he raked his hands through his hair he realised this wasn’t going to work. Something about just sitting there was keeping him from clearing his mind, even with the crisp fresh air and the quiet natural sounds of the wildlife and flora all around him.

Trent shrugged out of his jacket. Reaching up he tugged his t-shirt off over his head. The cool air bit at his skin and immediately he felt a little better. Briefly he felt the familiar rush inside that he had long ago come to associate with a change and he had to quell that, quiet and subdue it, putting it to bed so that he could retain his human form. The wolf side of him was thrown, confused and disappointed, but maybe he would shift and run for a while after he was done. That would help. That always helped.

When he was done his clothes were folded on top of the rock upon which he had been perched, his jacket draped safely over the top just in case the threat in the air followed through and rain started to fall while he was in the water. The lake was like ice around him as he went in, it stole his breath momentarily and for a human there would have been a very real danger of catching something, a bone-deep chill at the very least. Not a werewolf. They were hardier than that.

The real shock came when he waded out deep enough that he could dunk himself under the water completely. Walking in the water had been shocking enough but this was something else entirely, almost painful but in an exhilarating and refreshing way that he was immediately grateful for and appreciative of. When he breached the water again he took in a deep lungful of air and felt lighter for it. Some of those troubles that been weighing on him up on shore had been lifted. It didn’t matter to Trent that they would return soon, all that mattered was that he was able to escape them, if only for a little while.