Rob (hemightbegiant) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2014-05-16 12:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: rob smith, character: sara martin, location: the woods |
Thread: Werefox
Who: Rob and Sara
Where: near the cliffs edge
When: Thursday, after classes
NPCs: wolves
As the endless night and full moon continued on, the students had been finding different ways to occupy themselves. The weres, of course, were running the woods. The witches were trying their magic by moonlight. Even the vampires seemed somewhat invigorated. Rob didn't care much about any of it. The night without end didn't seem to effect him much, other than him thinking it was a pain in the ass. He'd rather it be day in the daytime and dark at night. He didn't like this.
The darkness had messed with his sports practices, which Rob especially didn't like. He could still train and exercise some in the gym, but there wasn't much he could do outside in the dark. His restlessness grew over a few days, which led him wanting to take out his frustration on something. The giant had started to take walks outside, out to the cliff's edge by the woods, where he tended to spend a fair bit of time. He liked that spot, and even with the extralarge full moon overhead, he felt a measure of peace and calm. It had been an extra bonus when a wolf (presumably the were kind) came too close and began growling at him. Rob took it as an invitation to take it on and send it whimpering back into the woods.
The next night, Rob decided to do the same thing, except this time, he brought food with him. A lot of food, uncooked meat he'd lifted from the kitchen. More wolves came this time, and Rob had some fun punching werewolves in the face when they came too close. He'd gotten a little dirty and scraped up scuffling with them, but he didn't care. After the wolves had decided, for a while anyway, to go elsewhere to look for food, Rob relaxed on a boulder and began to eat one of the uncooked filets. He was a giant and couldn't be less picky about what he ate, so it didn't bother him that it was raw. He was almost done with it when he caught a flicker of movement from the edge of the woods, a flicker of white. It wasn't a wolf. What was it?