Lorne Hargrave >> Fenrir Greyback (savagewerewolf) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-08-12 23:32:00 |
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Who: Lorne Hargrave
What: Full moon happenings.
When: Backdated to 7th August, moonrise
Where: A small hamlet of Crai in the Brecon Beacons, Wales.
Warnings: Alluded to violence
In the run up to the full moon Lorne was always antsy. His temper was nearer the surface, but in all honesty, it was the wolf that was near the surface. Not that it was ever really that far away, but the few days before he was always more animal than human. As a preference he liked to be out in the wild during that time, so long as there was a ready supply of humans nearby. For the past month he'd been roaming the Brecon Beacons in Wales. There were miles of deserted mountain range, which really barely passed for hills in his thinking but there were villages and towns dotted around. As if some people had tried to pretend that the natural habitat for humans wasn't surrounded by plenty of their own kind, huddled together for warmth and protection. It was always his pleasure to prove to them how wrong they were.
As the afternoon slowly meandered towards evening he settled himself in a copse of trees at the edge of a field, lush with bright yellow rapeseed flowers. His blue eyes peered through leaves and branches from his position, he wasn't so much hiding as remaining unobserved. If someone found him it wouldn't change much. The place was quaint, just a few houses in the middle of nowhere alongside farms and fields. He wouldn't have stayed nere here. There were much better picking in Merthyr Tydfil or Brecon itself, but one of the three houses he was sat outside of housed a teenaged boy, obviously upset with his lot in life. Who could blame him really? In this time of interconnectedness, being so detached from friends must be hard. Lorne could solve that. Give the boy a new family. He'd never have to worry about whether parents would ferry him to and from the next village over anymore. It was a small gift that he liked to offer to those worthy enough to accept. Of course, they'd still have to prove later that they were worthwhile...but that was neither here nor there. He intended to head back to America after this moon. People back there tended toward rashness, a trait he admired.
The moon arrived before it was truly dark. He had been expecting it of course, he knew in his bones where and when the moon would come. It resonated. He felt it when it hit the horizon and began to rise around just before 8:30 and his body began to respond. His already overgrown and thickened fingernails grew, becoming more clawlike while his limbs and skin began stretching, sprouting new hairs. It wouldn't take long all told. A bone snapped here, causing a low moan to roll through his chest as he leaned back into the sweet pain of it until something in his back cracked and threw him forwards, fingers digging into the dirt to steady himself as he rode through the new growth. He welcomed the pain that came with the change, shedding the human outer skin that made him feel free and invinsible. It was the face that hurt the most, as his jaw fractured along hairline cracks and reshaped itself, lengthening into a snout and pulling sharpened teeth out into a ferocious animal grin.
Brilliant yellow eyes roved over the buildings before him that smelled so human. In the fading light of the day, the wolf bounded forward aiming itself squarely at a window on the lower floor. Glass shattered to the sound of a scream. It was cut off quickly, leaving just the tinkling of glass settling on the kitchen floor and the tapping of claws as they hit the tiles. Now there was just the metallic smell of blood. It tasted good too, but the wolf faintly remembered that there was another reason to be here. There were others. It's ears pricked at creaking floorboards. A furtive creeping sound, the reasons for which were obvious even before the wall of fear hit his nose. Tonight would be fun.