First Contact { OPEN }

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INFO
Word Minimum 300
Setting A woodland in Toronto, Canada called Boundary Wood
Stipulations None

It was a cold winter morning. A tall figure stood inside of a log cabin. He stared out a glass sliding door at the long stretch of thick wood. His hot breath fogged on the cold glass, even inside. He could already feel the nausea in the pit of his stomach. Winter had come early this year, and so he hadn't shifted yet. But he knew it would be today or tomorrow. He knew he wouldn't last till the end of the week, when the snow would begin to fall. At first he had hated it. He had hated losing himself to his wolf instincts. He had fought hard to be able to regain part of his human mind in his wolf form. The moments never lasted for very long, and sometimes they came too late. But at least they happened. Blue eyes stared into the dead trees. He was stock-still. What else was there to do? He couldn't go back to writing that book, when he could feel the nausea building. He clung to his humanity. But he couldn't fight the shift.

Slowly, with calculated movements, Matt slid open the back door, and stepped outside, closing it behind him. He undressed, making a neat pile of clothes on the porch, and then walked out into the woods. The wind caught his hair and spiked it. His necklace picked up the cold and pushed it into his skin. The cold made him shiver violently, spiking the building nausea to a climax. Before he had made it half-way to the first tree, he hunched over on the frozen ground. One hand clutched at his stomach. The other curled over the frozen grass, clawing at the frozen dirt. He made no sound at first, as the nausea built up to a climax in his stomach. But when he felt his bones rubbing together, changing size and shape, he couldn't help the cry of pain that escaped. He felt his skin stretching--it felt like it was ripping--over his newfound skeletal structure, and the fur that emerged rapidly along it. His cry turned into an animalistic whine. And then he was something else. As soon as he was fully a wolf, his blue eyes ravaged the ground around him and he darted into the cover of the trees. He fought to retain his human mind, but quickly, instinct took over. He stood behind a tree, looking out at the strange structure that reeked of human with cautious curiosity. Why was he so close to such a contraption? He couldn't remember. After staring at it for a long time, he turned, and vanished into Boundary Wood.

Quickly, he picked up on a trail and followed it at a run. His stomach twisted with a savage emptiness. He used no stealth, but relied on his speed. He overtook the rabbit, and quickly killed and devoured it. He still felt painfully hungry, but had no time to make another kill before another scent caught his nostrils. Blinking warily, he concealed himself in the underbrush and awaited the creature's revealing itself.

words xx 000
muse xx me, myself, and I
tags xx nope (:
ooc xx open to anyone! please reply!!