forum Frozen Moon // a werewolf rp // Private - CLOSED

Started March 28, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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(Sorry… I wanted to write a good response, so I was waiting until I got home.
Also, I may or may not have not planned very well… Because I don't have a place for them to go. Lol.)

Rhys:

"All right, then. Just come with me, and I can take you there," I instructed, sticking my hands in my back pockets. "There's a house where the newly turned wolves usually go. You might meet others there, too."

The idea of meeting new people made me anxious. I wasn’t a people-person—and I guess that applied to were-person, too. Unless I got comfortable with someone, I wouldn’t come out of my shell. And right now, Rhys was the only one I felt comfortable with.

But still, I nodded, unwrapping my arms slowly so I could mess with the hem of my shirt.

“Are there lots?” I hesitatingly questioned, stepping towards him. “Of newly turned, I mean.”

Rhys:

I shook my head as I started to lead her toward the house. "No, there aren't. We try to not turn people, so the number generally ranged from zero to five. It's rarely even at a five, though," I explained as we walked.

My curiosity got the better of me. I looked at Rhys, and I didn’t know whether it was because I was asking questions or because I wanted to stare at him a little longer.

“So it just takes one bite?” I inquired, twirling my side braid around my finger.

Rhys:

I nodded in confirmation, shooting her a quick smile when I felt her eyes on me. "Yeah, just one bite. It'll get into your bloodstream really quickly."

My breathing quickened when he smiled at me, but I managed to control it.

“And… how much of the myths are true?” I continued, hoping I wasn’t annoying him. If I was a monster, I’d better learn more about myself. “Is it true that you can’t stomach anything other than flesh and blood?”

Rhys:

I raised and eyebrow and looked over at her again. "That's a myth? That's… a little gross… No, that one is not true. We eat so much more than that. What other ones do you want to know about?"

I let out a small laugh at his reaction.

“So you can wolf down whatever you’d like,” I hummed, looking ahead. “There’s another myth that says werewolves are afraid of silver. How much of that is true?”

Rhys:

I snorted at her pun, shooting her a crooked, half-grin. "That one is also false. Silver doesn't affect us, like, at all. Unless we're actually allergic to metal or whatever."

My face fell a little, remembering the way my father used to react to my little jokes. I wonder what he was doing… was he searching for me? Waiting for me to return, though he had no evidence that I was even alive? That thought caused my heart to clench painfully.

“Well, that one is popular in movies,” I continued like there was nothing wrong. “Silver being the only weapon to kill werewolves. Are vampires real, too?”

Rhys:

"Nope. Not as far as I know, anyway," I clarified with a small smile. "Why? Please don't tell me that you want to be like Twilight…"

I scrunched my nose in disgust.

“How could you even think that?” I shook my head, letting out a shudder. “Twilight, no offense to the fans, is an insult to all books ever created.”

Rhys:

I laughed quietly, grinning over at her again. "That's totally true. I'm glad that's not where you're going with a these questions."

“I’m curious by nature,” And I want a distraction. “So I ask questions. I seek answers. That’s how I ended up like this, yet I still haven’t learned my lesson.”

Rhys:

"Ah…" I hummed softly, shifting my hands into the pockets of my light jacket. "What other questions do you have for me, then?"

“Do some of you live amongst humans?” I tilted my head, gaze back towards his soft yet sharp features.

Rhys:

I nodded slowly, glancing back over at her. When I noticed her looking at me, I gave her a small smile. "Some, yes, but not many. Only the wolves who know how to hold their forms well enough that they won't get caught."

His smile caused my heart to swell, but I immediately pushed the feeling down. I was raging because I was a different being now. Nothing more than that.

“Can you do it?” I clasped my hands together in front of me. “Hold your form well?”

Rhys:

I shrugged and seesawed my hand. "I'm not as good as some, but I've got a little control over it. Like right now, I should probably be a wolf, but I'm holding onto this form so that I can help you."

My face dropped a little. Was I an inconvenience?

“Oh…” I murmured, tearing my eyes off of him. “What… causes the shift?”

I blinked at her reaction. Had I upset her? What had— Oh… “…should be wolf… holding onto this form so I can help you…”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that you’re keeping me from being a wolf. I want to help you, really. I’m holding this because I want to help you,” I assured her before thinking over her question. “Ah… I think it’s something in our saliva. It gets into the bloodstream and affects us in a way that makes us turn.”

“Thank you, Rhys,” I said softly, looking ahead. “You said there are only a few who can hold their forms. What causes you to turn into a wolf and back human if you can’t control your changing? Is it hunger, or something more?”

Rhys:

“Oh, usually the cold. Turning is temperature-based. Wolf when it’s cold, human when it’s warm. But the moon has something to do with it, too. I’m not sure got that works, but it affects some more than others,” I explained with a shrug.

"So once it gets cold, I'm going to turn into one," I said softly, looking down at my hands. "And I won't turn back unless it gets warmer."