30th Howl [Action | Open | Backdated to 2/12]

[professorwolf]

Who: Randall Lyall, the wolf version, and OPEN
When: All night, starting two hours after moonrise
Where: Around the city
What: Full moon came a little early this month...

The full moon was on Friday. Lyall was prepared for it, had people coming in, had called Reilanin to see if she was coming, all that. What he was not prepared for was, two nights early, the moon rose and he felt it, felt the change starting without any warning beyond that. The ability to change outside of the full moon, without the control learned from centuries of fighting the change, came with it the drawback of having to fight it for all the nights around the full moon, as well.

He managed to make it off the couch and right into the doorway of his secured bedroom before he lost what little control he had left, and the wolf took over: the angry, hurting, moon-mad wolf who only wanted to attack, kill, and preferably eat whatever, or perhaps whoever, he could get his teeth into.

It took him a little while to get out of the house, once he'd finished healing, but one broken window later, there was a sandy-colored wolf prowling the streets, loose and hunting and completely unafraid of people.

Comments

CLOSED TO IVY AND LYALL BOTH

[wastingtime]

Completely unaware of any such mad beasts roaming about, Elian was having quite a nice night along the pier. It was all well and good to converse with others through the Network, but sometimes, it was also very nice to speak with them face-to-face.

"...and then there's Richard, who lives in Florida with his own family, last I heard he'd managed to get himself a promotion at one of the resorts..."

And to discuss their various grandchildren and said grandchildren's exploits. Though Elian hadn't any children of his own, one of the perks of having so many siblings was that you ended up having quite a few descendants nonetheless.

[shiromadoushi]

It was the scream that grabbed Bakura's attention, cutting through the music on his headsets and snapping him to attention. Bike screeching to a halt, he pulled his headphones off, looking every direction for the source.

...shit, was that...!

With a curse, his bike lurched back into motion, panic fueling his peddling. That was from the direction of Lyall's house....

[part_time_overlord]

Sam was riding his bike home from work when he noticed that weird prickling sensation you get when you subconsciously realize you're being followed. He coasted to a stop by a small park and looked around. Sam still wasn't sure if his new eyes could actually see a bit better in the dark or if it was just his imagination.

He called out into the darkness, "Who's following me? I'm warning you, I'm tougher than I look!"

[stopinthenameofawe]

Melissa's out, because... that's what Melissa does. She's been a bit more on edge about it recently, thanks to the network and work and everything, but she still does it. If she didn't, that would probably attract more notice than she wanted.

But on her way to the bar, she hears a howl, and it drives a chill up her spin. She grew up in the country- she knows what a wolf sounds like. But what the hell is one doing here? She opens her clutch, keeping her modified eyes surveying the area around her will she locates her gun. Luckily for Lyall, this isn't the gun from her most recent Echo. That one has silver bullets.

[chalicejoker]

Hajime had been enjoying a very rare quiet night, and he had been walking to the little corner store near his apartment--not a long enough distance to justify trying to ride the motorcycle in this weather--when his bug monster senses suddenly perked up at the feeling of power nearby. He knew this feeling well; he'd spent long enough hanging around werewolves to get a sense of them.

He reflexively looked up in the direction of the moon. Not full. Then why was he sensing this? He started jogging in the direction he'd felt it, and...yes, that was a wolf where a wolf shouldn't be. Even worse, he recognized that wolf.

As he tried to decide how best to handle this, he wondered how it had become his lot in life to chase after werewolves running loose. Once more, he wished he had his motorcycle. Wolf-wrangling would be easier with a motorcycle, again.

[unelven]

Teagan prefers, on winter nights, to curl up with a book and not go outside. Winter nights are too cold, too dead for his liking, unlike the freshness of spring, summer and fall. Unfortunately, as a dog owner, he has to go out into the snow. Rhys, ever the energetic one, loves the snow and bounds forward in it, while Freya remains by her master. The howl though, catches both of their ears, as well as Teagan's, and they start growling at a coming corner.

He frowns, a firm hand on Freya's head, feeling the vibration and, as he's come to conclude was a recent pulse, an echo of her fear. His dogs are tense, and it makes him tense as well.

[umbrael]

It's a late night, and Lyall isn't the only creature who hungers in the night.

Fortunately, Doyle's not at the point where he actively hungers for raw meat (yet) - this is just some missed groceries. And. And a bag of Cheetos. Don't judge him.

Well - anyway, it means he's walking to the closest convenience store. It might be a little dark out, sure, but he's not afraid. Truthfully, only some of that comes from one of his recent echoes. The rest of him is just so irritated at having to make this trip, there's no room for feeling cautious.

... Come to think of it, though, that could be from an echo, too.

Anyway, if the smell of computer nerd doesn't draw attention, his spoils from his food run might. Dogs like peanut-butter, right?

[comparative_insanity]

You know what you really want to see when you've decided to walk home from work in the early morning instead of taking a cab, and you glance into an alleyway on passing. Well, whatever it might be, it does not include a great big dog - and he's never seen a dog quite like it, that's for sure - that looks nothing like tame and doesn't appear to have a collar on it.

It isn't even a concious decision that makes him sink a bit into a crouch, or that causes his nails to lengthen about an inch, and he's pretty sure after a moment of panic that this might just have something to do with the Numbers club. So maybe it's worth a shot to...

"Okay, I'm guessing 'Nice doggy' ain't gonna cut it, huh? You don't happen to talk or like... be generally sentient, do you?"