The Preserve, Friday Night

[bitten_notshy]

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!]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack's running halted abruptly at the edge of a clearing, and he moved just enough to look back at Allie.

Did she see it? That deer over there, the one nibbling on the low bush? Didn't it look like a fantastic midnight snack?

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Tasty enough, if that was what you were into. But sometimes the thrill of the hunt was enough. Allie grinned, showing fangs. She subtly gestured with her hand. After him.

[bitten_notshy]

He coiled tightly, low on his haunches, and then sprang at the deer.

Bam. The deer's blood tasted of its fear, and in that moment he loved being a predator.

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Pleased at his successful hunt, Allie leaned against a tree and watched. It wasn't the same as intimidating low level criminals, but it wasn't a bad way to spend the night.

[bitten_notshy]

Jack gorged himself on blood and flesh, forgetting the girl who watched him.

Eventually, with his stomach full and his fur clotted with gore, he curled up and fell into a fitful sleep.

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

With nothing better to do, Allie found a comfortable spot to spend the hours till sunrise.

[bitten_notshy]

Eventually, Jack awoke. Leaves were stuck to his skin, and he had cramps in unusual places.

His eyes found Allie, barely visible against the early morning gloom. "You're still here?"