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bitten_notshy) wrote2014-06-13 10:46 pm
bitten_notshy) wrote2014-06-13 10:46 pm
Entry tags:
The Preserve, Friday Night
With Derek still occupied in Beacon Hills, Jack saw no reason not to play lone wolf (as it were) this full moon.
He went as deep into the preserve as he could manage, shedding his clothes and his human worries along the way. The panoply of new sights and scents meant that he barely noticed the pain of the transformation. By the time the golden moon was overhead, Jack was gone and the wolf was in his place.
Far from any path trodden by human feet, Jack threw his head back and howled.
[OOC: Open if you don't mind SP due to sleep!]
He went as deep into the preserve as he could manage, shedding his clothes and his human worries along the way. The panoply of new sights and scents meant that he barely noticed the pain of the transformation. By the time the golden moon was overhead, Jack was gone and the wolf was in his place.
Far from any path trodden by human feet, Jack threw his head back and howled.
[OOC: Open if you don't mind SP due to sleep!]