of whiskey and wolves - open (PLOT)

[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

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[Carter Ethan Murphy]

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[Cayden Thomas Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style, background-color:#555555; width:400px; padding:15px; border: 15px solid #111111; border-radius: 60px 0px 0px 0px;] LIGHTS WILL GUIDE YOU HOME AND IGNITE YOUR BONES - - - - AND I WILL TRY TO FIX YOU Drunk was good. Drunk was very good. Cayden could feel the alcohol start to take effect, though the sensations were dulled in wolf form not only because he had a higher body mass, but because that damn full moon just wouldn't go away. It altered his attitude and his perceptions. Drunk wasn't good enough to put up with this crap. At least his body wasn't aching anymore now that he'd shifted. No more shaking fingers and crawling skin. No more random tremors and sore muscles. Now he just had to control his anger and he'd be all set. Already, the endorphins were wearing off and he was getting grumpy again. Go figure. He thought about just shifting back and forth, but he wanted to actually be able to walk tomorrow. Cayden tipped the bottle backward again after a brief pause but didn't hardly get a chance to drink anything. Someone was approaching through the dense swirl of snow. That someone slowly resolved into the form of Carter who did not look happy at all. Cayden couldn't blame him. He wasn't all that pleased either. A low growl started deep in his chest, the instinct to protect what was his driving his actions. His alcohol. He started to back away a step, the bottle still delicately clenched between his teeth. Without seeming to be phased at all, Carter simply pinched Cayden's nose, effectively cutting off the growl. Cayden tensed, fighting his instincts, but dropped the bottle when Carter took it. Not only because he was outranked, but because this was his brother. Control. Deep breaths. Cayden watched a good portion of his Jack Daniel's disappear before Carter sat in the snow. The poor guy looked like he'd been running himself into the ground which was probably true. He worked too hard. Most of the time, though, he tried to hide how tired he was. Cayden guessed that since it was the full moon, Carter didn't really give a shit how he looked. He didn't blame the guy. Cayden didn't really care either. He just wanted his booze back. Laying on his belly, he slowly inched toward his brother and the bottle he still held. He wasn't dumb enough to actually go after the alcohol, so he stopped and just laid there in the snow, the heavy downfall sticking to his fur and making him look frosted. It struck Cayden that this would go easier if he could actually talk to Carter. He didn't really want to shift, though. It was so much more comfortable this way. And warmer. Still, he closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to embrace the pain so to speak. Nothing. Not even a twinge. He sighed and tried again, focusing. He thought it was a little like trying to start a lawnmower. Tug, tug, tug, tug... vroom! It was just a question on how many times he had to tug before he actually shifted. Cayden concentrated... and nothing. Fuck life. Fuck everything. He growled, low and deep, then tried one last time. Every muscle in his body tensed, trying to force himself into another shape. And then he shifted, bones snapping into a place they didn't want to be; muscles ripping and realigning themselves to a human form. Despite the cold, the effort almost made him sweat. Panting, pissed off, cold, wet, and only half as drunk as he wanted to be, Cayden stayed crouched down and looked at his older brother with golden eyes. "Can I have that back now?" tagged .

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