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Post by Mason Smith on Jan 27, 2013 23:42:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/yDCor.png]sorrow found me when i was young
sorrow waited
SORROW WON
When the blizzard had hit, Mason didn't mind. Bad weather had never hindered him from going outside and enjoying the fresh air, but there was a prickling on the nape of his neck that kept him indoors. It was an idea that maybe it was a better choice to stay within the confines of a safe apartment and stay away from anyone else who might be outside. He knew they would all be werewolves - only humans were smart enough to stay indoors during this weather. But how can you fight the need to be yourself? It was a difficult thirst to quench if you didn't bother running on all fours into the night to the call of your brothers and sisters.
He could see the town be blanketed in snow from his window on the top floor of the apartment complex. He had started a fire in the fireplace and paced from the hearth to the window, monitoring the ongoings to be aware and be alert. But as time went on, his limbs grew stiff and began to ache, and the pain on the nape of his neck suggested that a full moon had decided to rise behind the clouds of the blizzard that raged outside. After almost a century of being under the thumb of the moon, Mason had learned to channel the change and fight it. But this time it was different. So much pain and rage built up inside him suddenly as he began to shift just to ease it along. The pain of his bones cracking violently and skin ripping as it sewed itself back together into another form wasn't nearly as painful as it used to be. He'd grown used to it and he could grit his teeth and it would be done. It was the same here, except when he didn't shift to all fours and he didn't grow fur, the rage got worse. His claws were long and extended, his eyes the bright green they became when he would be fully feral. He could feel the fangs in his mouth and the wildness coursing through his veins, but he could not muster a full change.
Struggling, he ran to the bathroom in a fury and slammed into multiple walls and doors on the way there. In the mirror was a man with raging eyes and killer canines, but nothing more. No fur, no ears, nothing. His fist shattered the mirror in front of him as if it were broken before he ran back to his living room, knocking things over as he clutched his face, his arms, anything that burned with the pain of the shift.
He had to get out.
In a fury he rushed from the apartment, moving swiftly down the fire escape and onto the ground and into the neighboring forest, caked with snow. It was difficult to move but the snow aided in numbing the pain, and Mason just wanted to bury himself and what he was. He tried to shift more and more, but as the pain got worse, he stopped. He completely quit.
Out there in the snow, the scratches he gave himself didn't heal. They bled gently into the snow and all the pain that he had been feeling suddenly subsided. His green eyes dimmed to a real green - a human green. His fangs shrank and his claws turned to normal fingernails. And in the cold in just a tee, jeans and boots, Mason, for the first time in his life, shivered from the cold.
It was a curious sensation - he wanted to be human for so long because of the monster he was. Yet, to lose everything he had trained to control and had grown used to for almost a century, it was horrific. He had completely lost himself, and at that he was more furious than relieved.
He picked up the pace in the snow and cupped his hands around his mouth when he wasn't using them to aid in his momentum as he tracked through the snow.
"Hello?!" He shouted to nothing in hopes that someone, anyone - preferably a werewolf - would show up and help him. "Hello?! Help me! Please!" It was the second time he had begged in his entire life, and he wanted so hard not to. "Help me! I don't know what's going on!" He, the epitome of handsome and manly, was on the verge of screaming and rolling over onto his stomach, leaving himself for dead.
"Someone help, please!"
"Please..."
table by sophia
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