Who: Black Dog, OTA What: Out for a walk When: Tuesday night Where: Mutant Town, near Craven Park Warnings: TBA
Even with a couple weeks to wear a human shape, it still felt awkward. Perhaps he simply hadn't been spending enough time in it. Exploring the brotherhood's home had been far, far more fun on four feet than on two. And after so much time with his incredibly enhanced senses, going back to something that was closer to human than wolf was almost like being blind and deaf. The scent input, in particular, was lacking. Yes, his was still far better than any human's, but...it wasn't the same. Just wasn't the same.
Nik had discovered he didn't like bars. It was something he'd never had a chance to experience before, and once had had tried a couple, he'd discovered he had not been missing much. Smoky, full of alcohol, and enough flashing lights and pounding base to give him an instant migraine they were quite frankly his definition of hell on earth. The strip club...gentleman's club here, it seemed...had not been much better. Reeking of cheap lust and desperation, the place quite literally put his hackles up. Though he had been deprived of pleasant female contact for far too long, that place made his ill.
The irritation of such places left him prowling the streets, hands buried in the pockets of his coat as he just...walked. Unconsciously drifting towards the smell of grass and trees that announced the presence of somewhere a bit less urban in the middle of all this concrete and glass. If it had a bad reputation, it wasn't one he was aware of. And even if he had been...well, having a normal form again had done wonders for his self confidence. Unless they had a firearm of some sort, chances were good he could frighten people off.