Lincoln Drake (insheepsclothin) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-04-19 22:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | linc, lincoln, nic, nicanor |
Wednesday 6th May
Who: Lincoln and Nicanor
Where: The stables
When: Mid-late evening
What: Linc is dealing with the 'change'
Rating: TBC for poss violence
Lincoln had been outside when he suddenly felt his heart stop. It was alarming because a) he was still alive, and b) it hurt like fucking hell. Everything in him screamed for food, feral and instinctive. His teeth began to point. Every muscle in his body ached as it shut down and eventually Linc felt nothing. He didn't breathe in air... he couldn't hear the rush of blood through his veins but he could hear the slightest twig snap. With his vast amount of experience he knew instantly what he was but rather than loathe it at the moment he just had one question: how?
He'd been so careful to avoid getting bitten, he'd not gone anywhere to endanger himself. Unable to think straight for the hunger, Lincoln had fled to the barns and had stayed there for 24 hours.
The shakes had become worse and he now lay crouched and feral in the hay, comforted by the scent of the horses' blood but no less desiring to tear at their veins. He'd shooed them away, refusing to give in to such a disgusting instinct.