Andrei Kovac | Peter Rumancek (gypsytrash) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-10-10 22:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !au, !doppelganger, andrei kovac, corbin thompson |
Who: Corbin Thompson and Drei Kovac
What: Drei needs some help controlling the beast.
When: Friday, October 10th, afternoon
Where: Corbin's office
Warnings: TBD. It's going to be dark.
Status: Incomplete
There was a Native American legend about wolves fighting inside you, one good and one bad, and the one that wins is the one you feed. Some shit like that, some trite story about being a good person. Drei wasn't really sure on the details, he wasn't Native American. One thing he did know all about was feeding the wolf. The difference was, Drei didn't have two wolves inside him anymore. He had one, the bad wolf, and it had eaten any good wolf that had remained a long time ago, and now it was working on the parts of him that were still human.
Some days, Drei could play normal, like he wasn't just an animal trapped in a person skin because it was more convenient than keeping a hungry wolf around. He could almost actually fake being human, if he had Corbin to watch (which was funny, because Corbin had no more humanity left than him, he just showed it differently). Other days, like today, the wolf was hungry. It wanted to run, to hunt, to sink its teeth into flesh until its muzzle was covered in hot, hot blood, and its belly was full of meat. His stomach growled, and he pressed a hand against it with a grimace. He could eat all he wanted, anything that he could find in the fridge, but it wouldn't satisfy the wolf. It would still be ravenous.
There were two things that could help, when the wolf was like this, two ways that he could feed it. The first, that was letting it have what it demanded, to shed his human skin and embrace it. The other... the other was Corbin.
He still wore his human skin as he approached Corbin's office (he was bad, to bother Corbin during the day when he was busy, but it was better to disappoint him like this than by getting them in trouble by eating the neighbors), but everyone in the halls seemed to know he was a wolf, anyway, from the way they avoided meeting his eyes. It didn't help. They still looked like food, to him. He growled under his breath and paced toward the door, rapping on it sharply with his knuckles when he could reach. He wanted to charge in, but he was supposed to wait. Maybe Corbin wouldn't be mad, if he waited like he was supposed to. Maybe he'd find a way to feed the wolf.