Nick Sorrentino (![]() ![]() @ 2016-04-30 13:11:00 |
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Nick had never struggled with his inner wolf. Well, that wasn't true. He had at one point, but only when he'd had the fear that he might be stuck as the wolf for the rest of his life. Being born into this life had allowed Nick the acceptance that a bitten werewolf took a lot of time to get to. The wolf was just a part of him....that didn't mean that he wanted to be stuck that way. Nick was, very much, someone that liked being the man that he was. So, that fear had been an incredibly real thing for him. Other than that time, though, Nick had never struggled. He ran when he needed to, changed when he needed to, and it was just a part of him. Period. So, the wolf was just as much a part of him here as it had been before. He had to change regularly enough so that he could run and not lose control. And, honestly, Nick changed more often than just the bare minimum to keep his inner wolf not only at bay, but happy. He felt like it was only fair, especially since he'd been putting in so much work for the medical facility (right along with everyone else). Even he needed breaks, though. That was what he was doing now. He'd needed the relaxation that came with running. Everyone was doing their part to really push the medical facility to being done as quickly as possible, and Nick was happy to be a part of it. He felt really useful here. It felt good being here. He didn't feel like too much of a screw up in comparison to anyone. He felt great, actually. So, it was on that note that he'd slipped out into the jungle (naked mind you--after all, a wolf in clothes....so not dignified or fun) and gone a good bit away from camp. As much as he felt good here, Nick knew that seeing him change...while not something he needed to hide anymore...was still not pleasant. It wasn't even pleasant to go through, but it was necessary. The breaking and re-forming of bones could look disgusting, he knew, but time had allowed him to grow accustomed to the process. So, even with the painful process to look forward to, Nick had picked his tree and made quick work of giving his inner wolf a shout out to come run. The guy had been all too happy to come out. The process of the change as routine as bones breaking and anatomy reforming into something new could be. After that Nick had let his inner animal have free reign. He'd run. As a wolf, Nick was large...definitely larger than your average wolf. That was definitely one weigh of identifying him, generally speaking. He was both bulkier and taller, with longer legs, than your average run of the mill wolf. IF asked he probably would have joked that it was because he was so tall, and such a great physical specimen....but all werewolves of his variety fit that description. With his size, length, and gait, Nick moved fast. So, he tore through the jungle, feeling the wind through his fur and definitely burning some of the extra energy that he had. He didn't actually know how long he'd been going, but he was sure to give the main camp a wide berth....if only to keep from startling someone. Slowing near the stream, the wolf bent to drink before freezing. Hearing had always been his keenest sense. He could hear enough from the camp to make out that nothing was amiss, however, someone was approaching. Or maybe something. Turning his head, the giant black wolf with brown dusting, waited...patiently to see who, or what, was heading his way with more than enough remaining human awareness not to snarl or bear his teeth, and yet ready all the same just in case. He hadn't allowed all that many people to see him, but someone might now. Not that he actually minded. If it was an animal, though....well, he was hungry, as his stomach told him through a hopeful pang. Who was coming? Animal or friend? Nick lowered his body closer to the ground, keen eyes focusing and neutral expression across his wolf face, because he was about to find out. |