Scott McCall (blandly_moral) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-04-04 16:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~briseis (prizeofachilles), ~~scott mccall (blandly_moral) |
Who: Scott McCall and Briseis
What: Scott brings the boar
When: Monday sundown
Where: Making his way back to main camp
Warnings: TBD
Status: Completed
Scott wasn’t sure where he stood anymore. With Stiles. With those members of his pack from Beacon Hills. Ex-members of his pack. He didn’t have a pack anymore. He wasn’t alpha to anyone. He’d told Stiles that, and he meant it. He didn’t understand where Stiles and Lydia were coming from, and they didn’t understand him. It was all frustrating and, to be honest, hurt. Scott felt betrayed and abandoned. Worse, there didn’t seem to be anything he could do about it without becoming an asshole. He had to accept their decision.
But that didn’t sit well with the alpha inside. That part of him wanted to howl, call them back to his side. It wasn’t going to work that way. Scott knew that, but the wolf didn’t. He was going through some fantastic internal struggles with no way to vent the conflict. Until Stiles posted his message about a bonfire. An idea hit Scott as a way to potential let that conflict out. A hunt. Not just any hunt, but boar. Anyone who has ever watched the Discovery Channel knew boar were bad news. Scott saw this as a way to prove his ability. The wolf saw this as a challenge. For the first time in over a day Scott’s two sides were in absolute agreement, and he went off into the jungle at a swift jog.
He caught the scent he was looking for after about a half hour. His lips pulled up into a snarl as he let the wolf come forward, then the hunt was on in earnest. Anyone in the vicinity would have heard possibly some of the worst sounds. Growls, snarls, grunts, thrashing. The curious that ventured further would have played witness to the vicious battle between man and beast. Well, wolfman and beast.
The outcome may have been in doubt but in the end it was Scott who came stalking out of the tree line. It might have been a good thing he loaned his shirt to Lydia. He was sporting a gash across his ribs and more than a few scrapes and bruises, the latter already healing. Sweat mingled with the blood splattered across his skin, but he was dragging the two hundred pound dead boar by a hind leg.
[*Lyrics: The Stooges – Search and Destroy]