Priest House, Coulsdon, Sunday Morning
May. 6th, 2012 10:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bitten_notshyOne of the reasons Jack had chosen his house was that its fenced yard edged on a strand of suburban not-quite-woods -- dense enough to discourage nighttime human exploration, but still full of delights for the not-so-discriminating werewolf.
Not that he planned on leaving his yard anyhow, but he was pragmatic enough to know he needed a backup.
When he woke up Sunday, he was in that strand of woods. Supermoon, he remembered seeing in the press: Apparently it was "super" enough to let his wolf form jump the fence. He winced as he stood, realizing every muscle hurt. There were gashes on his thighs he suspected he needed to clean out with iodine, and his hand had been fisted around a hank of orange fur.
He just needed to put on clothes and take himself home, he supposed. Nothing else for it.
When he emerged onto the street some hours later -- bathed, dressed, still limping a little -- he froze at the signs now plastered up and down his block.
Someone's orange tabby had gone missing.
Well, now he was going to be thoroughly disgusted with himself for the rest of the day.
[OOC: NFB, Open for texts/calls/etc.]
Not that he planned on leaving his yard anyhow, but he was pragmatic enough to know he needed a backup.
When he woke up Sunday, he was in that strand of woods. Supermoon, he remembered seeing in the press: Apparently it was "super" enough to let his wolf form jump the fence. He winced as he stood, realizing every muscle hurt. There were gashes on his thighs he suspected he needed to clean out with iodine, and his hand had been fisted around a hank of orange fur.
He just needed to put on clothes and take himself home, he supposed. Nothing else for it.
When he emerged onto the street some hours later -- bathed, dressed, still limping a little -- he froze at the signs now plastered up and down his block.
Someone's orange tabby had gone missing.
Well, now he was going to be thoroughly disgusted with himself for the rest of the day.
[OOC: NFB, Open for texts/calls/etc.]
