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halfbloodhill_logs2013-11-20 07:15 am
arracht) wrote in halfbloodhill_logs2013-11-20 07:15 am
and the wolves all cry
Who: Derek and you
What: It's the full moon and that means slipping away into the woods.
Where: The North Woods
When: November 17
Why:Snow wasn't paying attention and is now backlogging the full moon Because Derek can't resist the pull of the moon, and you're a camp of nosy people.
The last time Derek was here for a full moon, there had been another werewolf (also named Derek, which was strange on its own) and it'd left tensions high because it wasn't a wolf he'd known, despite living with them. This wasn't his home territory, not by any means, but it was still somewhere that he was made to call "home" for a time, leaving him on edge and itching to get out of his skin even more. If he could've spent the entire week in the woods, he would've, but he's still pretty sure that's frowned upon.
This week, he's a little more at ease, and it's easier to keep his wits about him. He's anchored, and far less irritable than he'd been during his first stay. But the moment that night falls, he's slipping wordlessly out of Cabin 13 and making his way straight for the woods, rather than waiting to see if there's any sign of Scott or anyone else.
He knows his fellow legionnaire. He'll show up before he even reaches the tree line. But his senses are on overdrive, and it's not hard to really detect anyone else approaching or within the vicinity. Whether he avoids them or not completely depends on who it is, but he really would like to get into the trees before he has to start resisting a shift.
( As always with me, bracket and prose both welcome and I will reply accordingly~ )
What: It's the full moon and that means slipping away into the woods.
Where: The North Woods
When: November 17
Why:
The last time Derek was here for a full moon, there had been another werewolf (also named Derek, which was strange on its own) and it'd left tensions high because it wasn't a wolf he'd known, despite living with them. This wasn't his home territory, not by any means, but it was still somewhere that he was made to call "home" for a time, leaving him on edge and itching to get out of his skin even more. If he could've spent the entire week in the woods, he would've, but he's still pretty sure that's frowned upon.
This week, he's a little more at ease, and it's easier to keep his wits about him. He's anchored, and far less irritable than he'd been during his first stay. But the moment that night falls, he's slipping wordlessly out of Cabin 13 and making his way straight for the woods, rather than waiting to see if there's any sign of Scott or anyone else.
He knows his fellow legionnaire. He'll show up before he even reaches the tree line. But his senses are on overdrive, and it's not hard to really detect anyone else approaching or within the vicinity. Whether he avoids them or not completely depends on who it is, but he really would like to get into the trees before he has to start resisting a shift.
( As always with me, bracket and prose both welcome and I will reply accordingly~ )