James "Logan" Howlett (snikt) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-05-22 13:29:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | character: derek hale, character: logan howlett |
I am not concerned that you have fallen
Who: Wolverine & Derek
When: Friday, dusk
Where: Inside the forest's edge
What: Logan stumbles across some trouble while on patrol with Derek.
Warnings: Bad language. Gore. Violence.
Status: In-progress
There was always an eerie silence that only came from venturing too close to the forest. Quiet enough that the usually soft beats of a heart were loud, and almost deafening. It filled Logan's overly-sensitive ears, but it didn't distract him. He could still hear slight rustles, and distinguish whether it was the breeze, or something more sinister. He'd been spending more time near the forest, his patrols lasting from before sunrise until after sunset. The good thing about having a partner was that it forced him to not run himself ragged. There was a set time for them to patrol now that there were several groups helping with the task. They needed it now that the wall was gone.
But patrolling in pairs still wasn't safe by any means. There were things in the forest that were vicious, more than anything they could have found in their worlds. And with their powers subdued it made them all the more vulnerable. There were only a few people in town that were almost as durable as he was, and they were out patrolling during their shifts. Logan had the pleasure of Derek's company, a guy he had barely talked with before all of this, but the kid stepped forward to help, and Logan could appreciate that sort of bravery.
"So I stuck this guy," he said as he clenched his hands into fists to release his claws. "And that caused the rest of the unit to scatter." He chuckled as he recalled that story, a memory that seemed almost far away, and like something he had seen in a movie. He and the Professor were working to regain his past before he was brought to this place, and that progress had slowed to a crawl. Logan could at least distinguish between the nightmares he kept having, and actual memories that popped into his head. "That happened in 'Nam... somewhere." He shrugged, and bit down on the cigar in between his teeth. "Can't really remember much after that."