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

Started March 28, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Sierra:

I chewed on my lip and looked away. “I don’t think you can on your own… Not yet, anyway. It takes a lot of practice. Even I can’t do it on my own.”

I snarled, shaking my head violently. No. I need to turn back, you don’t understand.

Growling again, I lifted a paw and created a deep gouge in the wall beside me.

Sierra:

“I don’t know, okay? The only person who could tell you is out of town right now, and I don’t know when he’s coming back,” I said, sticking my hands out defensively.

In response to that, I threw myself against the wall. Pain usually jumpstarted a lot of things… instinct, ideas, problem solving… maybe it would help with this too?

Sierra:

What the heck? What was he doing?

“Stop,” I said calmly. “That isn’t going to help. You’re just going to hurt yourself for no reason.”

I promptly ignored her, squeezing my stupidly wolfish eyes shut and trying again.

Come on…

Sierra:

I sighed, tearing a hand through my hair. If I stopped him, he might not like it. He already hated me, so that could just provoke him further. On the other hand, it wasn’t like he was going to get any happier with me, so what did I have to lose? Other than a finger… or hand… or other body part(s)…

“Stop,” I repeated more firmly, shoving myself between him and the wall. “Stop this.”

My desperation rose.

I needed this. Needed to turn back. I couldn’t spend a minute more in this goddamm form.

Growling, I backed away.

While eating, I looked at Rhys. The myths used to say these creatures were dead. Pale skin, cold to the touch. But Rhys was warm, so they couldn’t be dead.

“I think you should go check up on the other two,” I said softly, eyes never moving from him. “I’ll be fine.”

Sierra:

“You will turn back when you turn back. Right now, you have no control over it. You’re affected my temperature and the moon, but that’s only after the first few days of random shifting,” I explained, keeping my eyes on him but not meeting his. It was considered a challenge to meet a wolf’s eyes, and I wasn’t in the right form to do that.

Rhys:

I looked up from my food, carefully meeting her gorgeous eyes. “Are you sure? What if you turn and I’m not here for you?” I asked slowly.

I swallowed the food in my mouth, eyes darting away just as he made eye contact.

"I'll be fine," I repeated. "You can come when everything's okay. I'm not… as terrified of it as I was before."

I turned the last time you left and I managed. I can do it again, hopefully.

Rhys:

My gaze softened as I looked over at her. I nodded slowly, getting to my feet. “All right, then. If you’re sure. Call for me if you need anything, okay? I’ll hear you.”

"I will," I breathed out, eyes flickering towards him again. "Be–be careful, Rhys."

I bared my teeth, but focused on my tangled limbs rather than her infuriating face. One leg at a time. How am I supposed to do this with four?

Trying to recall the dogs I'd seen in my lifetime, I lifted my front-left paw.

Rhys:

I nodded and started to walk away, heading toward the room again. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?”

Sierra:

I sighed and leaned against the wall, watching him struggling to walk. “Lift one front leg, the opposite back leg, repeat,” I murmured, knowing he would hear me.

Grudgingly, I followed her instructions, and eventually…. it worked. I was slow and unsteady, but I was moving. Walking. Now all that was left.. was running.

Sierra:

The door opened behind me to reveal Rhys, and I sighed in relief. Maybe he could get through to this guy…

"How's it going?" he asked me softly, his eyes on the wolf. "Any trouble?"

"He hates me. I turned him, and he hates me for it," I said, not even bothering to lower my voice. He'd hear it, anyway, with his sharp ears…

My eyes latched on to the newcomer, lips pulling back over my wickedly sharp teeth in a snarl.

Sierra:

Rhys raised his eyebrows at the wolf, nodding slowly. “I see… I don’t mean to sound cruel, but you know how people bite their dog’s ear to show that they’re the alpha? Think that’d work on him? I know a few people who’ve been turned that it has…”

“I wouldn’t try it. He probably won’t let you get close enough,” I said with a shrug. “But if you think it’ll get him to calm down, be my guest.”

My snarl turned to a harsh, furious growl when the stranger's suggestion reached my ears.

Don't you dare, I wanted to threaten, Or I'll claw your face off. Don't. You. Dare.

Sierra:

“Or… Maybe I won’t…” Rhys murmured, his gaze on the wolf becoming more cautious.

I chuckled slightly, shaking my head. “Good idea.”

I relaxed slightly, but stayed closed off and guarded in case of an attack.

Suddenly, pain exploded through my body. The capricious nature of these monstrous shifts was pack, bringing an icy flame that tore through my veins. Fur pulled back through my skin, claws retracted, my bones shifted, changed, snapped into place. Black spots danced across my vision.

Sierra:

My eyes shot back to the wolf as I herd his bones popping and cracking. It made me cringe, the sound of utter pain. It made me hurt, too…

A broken cry of pain tore itself loose from my lips. Fur was rapidly receding from my body and I barely, barely had the wits to fumble for my torn clothing and pull it over my rapidly changing body.

Sierra:

I turned away as he changed, a slight blush covering my cheeks. Gosh, this was both awkward and painful at the same time. It was awkward because… well, there was now a mostly naked man in front of me. Painful because I knew what he was going through.