Post by Cayden Thomas Murphy on Mar 18, 2013 9:09:59 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #335588 solid; border-bottom: 10px #335588 solid;] repair your broken wings ( WORDS ) 571 ( TAGGED ) jethrow ( WOLF FORM ) CLICKY Cayden didn't know if Jethrow was surprised or just curious about him having a brother. Most of the time -and especially recently- people didn't even believe that werewolves could be born. The myths that humans believe often confused him, and the ones that didn't just made him cringe. A few made him laugh. After being mauled nearly to death, the victim will experience horrific transformations every month under the full moon. They crave raw flesh and wake up the next morning without any knowledge of what has passed in the night.... Yeah right. Sure shifting hurt, but it didn't last long and the little high afterward was kinda nice. Just because his stomach could handle raw flesh didn't mean he craved it. And he only blacked out when he drank too much. A werewolf's mind is their own, no matter what form they're in. The one myth he'd read about quite frequently was the assumption that they turned into weird, hairy, humanoid creatures. Yeah, no. "His name's Carter. He's also a werewolf, six years older than me, and a total stick in the mud." Carter would probably hold the door for her, pull her chair back so she could sit... all that mushy stuff. Cayden wasn't without his manners, but at the moment he just didn't care. Chances were, though, that if a girl couldn't or wouldn't open her own door, she probably wasn't the right girl for him. But he guessed it was a nice gesture. Sometimes. When the situation called for it. "And he can't cook - what the hell?" He couldn't help a quiet laugh at that. Carter never had been able to get the hang of cooking. As soon as Cayden was old enough, he'd taken over cooking for the both of them. His first few attempts hadn't been great, but he'd improved which seemed to be beyond Carter's ability. "He can cook if you want macaroni and cheese out of a box. Or microwaved hot dogs. I've had enough of those growing up to fill a decent sized warehouse..." The last part came out more as a grumble to himself, but he was certain Jethrow could hear it. Cayden sighed and shrugged his shoulders slightly "Carter basically raised me and I have no idea how I survived. I think an invisible person must have intervened occasionally." Oh look, that was nearly a joke. Nearly. He could almost remember getting decent meals from somewhere. Maybe it had been Connie. He knew for damn sure it wasn't his dad. Jason had admitted to patrolling past the house when he was younger, but not to cooking anything. Yeah, it must have been Connie. Cayden, lost in thought, just noticed Jethrow gesture out of the corner of his eye. He'd offered to cook. Right. Stupid full moon was tossing his thoughts all over the place. The sheer uncomfortableness of it made it hard to think in a straight line. He shook his head and started to lead the way, only slightly uncomfortable with having this woman at his back. He would be nice and take the flatter, less treed way home. "Have any preferences on dinner?" Because really, with a little thought, he could cook just about anything -except perhaps the weird stuff they used on cooking shows because surely nobody has even heard of ingredients like that. outfit (NOTES) We can end this whenever you want |
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