“Well, maybe not decades,” Koa said, “but it took me about twelve years to even start having control over myself during the full moon, and it wasn’t until I stopped being a teenager that I had full control. Since you’re an adult already you might have an easier time of it, since you’re not going through puberty and stuff.”
He took another bite of pizza and chewed on it thoughtfully. He didn’t often talk to other people about being a werewolf, his friends here all knew and knew that he’d been one for as long as they could remember, but Koa never really tended to make a big deal out of telling strangers that he was mauled when he was less than a year old. It tended to be a bit of a downer and Koa wasn’t about that depressive-funk life.
“There are ways to train but I wouldn’t suggest doing it on your own. Or trying to shift outside of a full moon just yet, you need control to do that, too. I mean, you’ll shift you get pissed or hurt or angry or whatever, like if you feel something particularly strong you might feel a shift coming on and you gotta breath and do woosa and shit like that to try and calm yourself. It just… it just takes time, y’know? It sorta comes with the more moons you have the better you get at it. Unless that’s hunting. I’m shit at hunting.”
He finished off his slice and licked sauce off his thumb before he nodded. “Mushrooms are the devil’s vegetable.” In fact, any vegetable was the devil’s vegetable if you asked Koa. He ate them, but only when he absolutely had to. Like, if someone else had cooked.