ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ (packof) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2015-04-06 15:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: derek hale, character: isaac lahey |
Who: Derek Hale & Isaac Lahey
Where: Hotel; town, near woods.
When: Sunday night/Monday morning.
What: Derek's introduction to the town via panicking Isaac.
Warnings: Wolf stuff; unknown beyond.
Status: In progress.
For the first time in his life, Derek felt close to understanding what a panic attack was; unable to scent anything familiar, unable to find Cora, unsure of just about everything around him. He'd never lost time like this, never been blind with his senses, never been shocked so suddenly by the aching removal of the norm. There was nothing gradual about the abrupt severing of his connection to Cora, or the fuzzy one linking him to Peter, just the blank uncertainty that remained at the back of his mind.
All of his instincts were on high alert; the place around him so unnatural that his fangs were already out, claws at his side while he determined just what danger this was now. His senses told him it was one, he just couldn't tell in what way yet. Randomly appearing in a hotel room was not considered average, but then it seemed that every damn day of his life was just another spiral into chaos.
Roaming the halls answered nothing, only that Derek could fully keep track of time in the area either, unsure on how long he'd spent wandering each hallway to try and find some trace of a scent; Cora's, his own, something. He should've been able to track himself backwards, but other than the room he woke up in, there was nothing. It was largely disconcerting, an anomaly that should never be, a scent should always linger at least a few hours. But nothing. No trace at all.
It made his hackles rise, the wolf close to the surface and Derek reached the end of his tether with this hotel, finding the exit took longer than he'd like, considering the trail of his own scent he'd now left. There should be answers somewhere. The low rumbling growl in his throat just wouldn't stop by that point, aware that he was on the edge of control and unlikely to be able to pull it back at a moments notice, the only logical thing that came to him was distance; get distance between him and populated areas, presumably the low, quiet heartbeats throughout the place were other people, and until Derek could pull back his claws, being around them wasn't smart.
Reaching the front door of the hotel, the stale air inside being largely similar to the stale air outside, Derek checked for areas to slip off to. The woods; there was a forest of some sort, and while the air wasn't any more fresh in that direction, it would be safer by far to calm down in a semi-familiar environment. He just had to make it there first.