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Post by Wes Aspen on Feb 26, 2010 18:59:29 GMT -5
The little tune that plays to alert you every single time you receive a text was like an annoying fly buzzing just out of reach to Wes. Parker, his mother, was taking a break from her current project that she was working on and amusing herself by sending messages to her son every minute or so. It was mainly warnings about the full moon that night, how its light makes the blood boil and man turn to beast, how the haunting hour is to be more potent when the moon was at his brightest(Wes could have sworn it was when the moon was at its darkest, but he wasn't about to correct his mother about something he wasn't sure about), et cetera, et cetera. It was mostly for fun she was telling him all the folk-lorish facts, except for the precaution about ghosts. With Wes's pale skin, he could easily be mistaken as a ghost by somebody who was extremely superstitious, and that could turn ugly. When Parker started talking about if that he saw a vampire, to hold his fingers up in a crucifix and cross running water, he turned the phone off.
For the fifth, maybe sixth, time while walking through the thick foliage of Forks, Wes noticed that his glasses were no longer on his face. And for the third, maybe fourth, time, he dropped down to his knees and started groping for them before he remembered that he had put his contacts in before leaving the house. Oh, how he abhorred his contacts. Wes always forgot he was wearing them when light wasn't bothering his eyes, and when the light got too bright for his photophobic eyes, they did nothing to keep it out. Because of that, he only wore them when he was going out at night and was positive he shouldn't run into random bright lights. If Forks hadn't been such a great place to find something to sketch, Wes knew he would have probably stayed home instead. When he stumbled upon a beautiful view of the moon, his thoughts on where he could hide his contacts if he ended up getting grass stains on his white jeans halted along with him.
The trees were only slightly more wide-spaced here than the rest of the woods, but it was enough to make it a perfect place to start sketching. One tree on the right was parallel to a gap between the tallest bare branches of two trees on the left. The moon had one wispy cloud passing over the lower left quadrant, and the branches formed a loosely fitting frame with an open top that held the bright orb in the sky and the nearest of the scattered stars in a way that formed a picture that Wes doubted anyone would not find seemly. And the tree opposite to the example of literal natural beauty was a good place to sit. Crossing his legs beneath him to make an impromptu resting place to keep his sketchbook at the right angle, Wes set to work.
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Post by cor on Mar 4, 2010 2:44:23 GMT -5
The full moon had risen a couple hours back and the wolf inside of Crystal had taken over. She was the backseat driver to her own body now, and she did not mind it to much. The part she hated the most was over for now; the change. To the werewolves the change was such an unpleasant, painful experience. Her bones crunched, and popped. Everything blurred in pain until her wolf took over and she was standing on four legs, covered in golden hair. She felt the wolf shake, and she too enjoyed the feeling of their hair shaking out. She felt her tummy rumbled, and felt the slight pains of hunger, and within seconds her wolf was off. The sound of her own large paws beat through her ears and all of her senses were on high alert. She smelled the deer long before she saw it, and then within seconds her wolf had it penned down and dead. She felt her own teeth rip into flesh and just let the wolf take it's full control without her commentary.
Long ago Crystal had come to terms with that fact that she could feel everything in wolf form, but that she couldn't control anything. Sure she could influence her wolf, and her wolf could do the same while she was in human form, but it was different and maddening sometimes not being able to control your own body completely. Not always being aware of what you are going to do next. She was just comfortable with the knowledge that her wolf and her both wanted the same thing, to survive. It was this bases that kept the two listening to one another. It was this that had set the ground rules for the two, and eventually turned them into friends. Some would probably consider it strange if she ever admitted her best friend was inside of her, but other werewolves would understand. They were all the same. They had no one but themselves.
Once her belly was full her wolf wanted to stretch it's legs and she ran. She felt the wind rush inside of her lungs, and Crystal enjoyed the feeling just as much as her other half. She always enjoyed when the two did nothing but eat, run, and sleep. After some time passed she felt her wolf coming to a stop in a beautiful valley. Her wolf looked into the sky and howled loudly at the full moon. Crystal focused on the moon through her wolves vision and sighed in happiness. She had grown to love the sight of a full moon. It meant freedom in a different way. This was the only time she changed and it usually wasn't an unpleasant experience. All the other times she shifted shape was out of fear, the need to protect herself.
The golden wolf ceased it's howling, but continued to stand where it was staring into the sky. At first Crystal and her wolf could never have accomplished something like this. It had taken hundred's of years before they could come to an agreement along these lines. Crystal even trusted her wolf around humans, when her belly was full. Which was always the reason the two hunted first thing. Kept the humans safer, for it seemed some humans still traveled out late at night in the woods. Not a smart move, but it happened from time to time. And the two needed to be ready. Killing humans wasn't on top of either of their lists. Only killing the Volturi, and a certain werewolf was allowed. All others was a disappointment. Something that upset them both when they came past the blood lust. Sometimes nature just took over.
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Post by Wes Aspen on Mar 8, 2010 17:48:55 GMT -5
The branches swayed occasionally, and it was not helping him in finishing up his sketch. And when the cloud was blown away, Wes knew it would have been more than just a minor annoyance if he hadn't completed it soon after he had started his drawing(which he did, knowing that, while clouds were not alive, they were no where near being the ideal model). But even with those extremely slight hindrances, the sketch turned out wonderfully, if Wes said so himself while still being able to see the original in nature. Yes, Wes was content with his work, until he realized that now that he was finished, he officially had nothing to do. That, on the other hand, brought him no euphoria of any sort.
A broken heart. A conversation heart. An actual heart that he copied from his science textbook. Confusion about why he had drawn so many hearts consecutively vanished when he saw that they were from around Valentine's day. Skipping to his more archaic drawings(a.k.a, the ones at the beginning of this certain sketchbook), the confusion returned. A flame-breathing dragon? Two flowers, one wilting, the other full of life? A gorgon wearing mirrored sunglasses? Wes suspected these were from one of his sleepless nights, and that theory was proven correct when he saw what the first sketch was: the same scene he had just drawn moments ago. It was the exact same drawing, only he had drawn it five months prior to when he had seen it. Before Wes had realized what he was doing, he was tearing the impossible drawing out of the book and shredding it. When he had gotten the "vision" of the full moon on a night when it was a new moon, he'd been pretty freaked out, leading to no sleep that night because he had spent the entire night sketching trying to put it at the back of his mind. It wasn't what was in the vision that had spooked him so much of course: who'd be scared of the moon? It had been the fact that the visions were becoming more frequent. And they were starting to show more things that happened to people he knew, than random snippets of some stranger's life.
The groan of aggravation that escaped Wes's lips was immediately drowned out by the howl of a nearby werewolf. Clapping his hands over his mouth, thinking the sound had been of his creation, Wes listened. His hands fell back to his sides when he realized that it hadn't been him, and he walked purposefully towards the source of the noise. Was a wolf really this close, Wes thought. Was it somebody just fooling around? It was all Wes could do not to gasp in shock when he saw the magnificent golden wolf. Jumping partly behind a tree, Wes began sketching the spectacular creature. It's so big! he thought. How has nobody noticed him/her? Wes was so absorbed in his sketch and his awe-filled thoughts about the wondrous wolf, he forgot that he was still in an area where the trees were more widely spaced. Which meant moonlight would filter down easily and point out any white coloration easily. This would be a optimal time for Wes to remember his mother's warning about ghosts, wouldn't it? Too bad he didn't.
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Post by cor on Mar 9, 2010 17:48:58 GMT -5
With a full moon came many things, but the first full moon traveling some where new for Crystal held a test. When her wolf howled, it searched. Was there others in this area? Were their more of her kind? Wolves were generally pack animals, and even her wolf craved a pack at times. Except a werewolf was slightly different than these shape shifters she had come in contact with. The pack she craved was a mate. Her and her wolf were lonely at times, but they made deal with it. She was at least grateful her wolf had it's own conscious, for Crystal knew she would have gone insane long ago if she didn't.
After staring into the sky for a while and listening it was clear there was no other wolves near this area and she felt a mixture of emotions. The wolf was relaxed for she knew there would be no need to protect her claim. No reason for a fight tonight. While Crystal was sad. She wanted someone else who suffered from the same curses' company once in a while. It was possible that she could start to build a friendship with the Leah wolf, but it still would not be the same. It was a realization she had long ago accepted, but her human part still hoped every time she moved somewhere new. . . to no avail though.
Bringing her attention back down to the world around her something white caught in the corner of her eye and her head swung completely around while her nose enlarged to take in the scent of who was near. Whoever it was the wolf knew it was human, and Crystal checked her wolves hunger and mood. Would the boy be safe? It became clear quickly that her wolf was in no mood to hunt, and that she was not the least bit hunger. The deer earlier had been enough to fill her stomach and Crystal relaxed. Then an idea occurred to her, and she influenced her wolf the best she could. She wanted her wolf to attempt to befriend the human; she wanted to see if it was possible. This was something she had never before even considered, but something about this place was changing the way Crystal thought. That should have been her indicator to get out then.
Without a second thought, the wolf moved. It agreed with her experiment and also wanted to know what it felt like to be pet. It had seen through Crystal's eyes people petting normal dogs, and the wolf almost craved the touch. At least from a harmless human boy. From the smell of him he carried no weapons, and only had paper and some writing utensils. Nothing that could harm a were. She walked slowly toward the boy trying not to frighten him, wagging her tail, but keeping her nose aware for an change in the humans emotions. Fear would be one she expected, but also knew to be wary around. Creatures, especially humans it seemed reacted violently to fear. Crystal decided she would judge the boy's reaction, and the wolf agreed to listen to her advice. With that teamwork set in stone, the wolf continued it's slow advance.
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Post by Wes Aspen on Mar 13, 2010 14:11:13 GMT -5
The wolf was getting closer. Wes took a step back, thinking he had accidentally gotten in its space. The wolf was still getting closer. That couldn't be a good sign. What did you do if a wolf was approaching you? Running probably wasn't a good idea, Wes decided when he saw how the wolf was built. It would run him down in seconds if not sooner. Stand still like one of his mother's statues? That sounded right, but what if that was the one thing you were not supposed to do when confronted with a wolf? Make yourself look bigger? Wait, that was if confronted by a bear. Would that still apply? This wolf was about the size of bear, but a bear was an omnivore and a wolf a strict carnivore, so it probably a tactic for a bear would just make the wolf laugh before it attacked.
The wolf was still approaching, but slowly, and it was wagging its tail. Why in the world was it wagging its tail? Didn't most animals growl or something of the sort before they attacked. When they attacked. If they were planning on attacking. Was the wolf even planning to attack him at all, Wes wondered. Hesitantly, Wes raised his hand. He must have looked like a coward, he thought. The wolf obviously isn't preparing to maul you, or tear you limb from limb, you moron, so why so afraid? The mental pep talk let Wes touch the beautiful wolf without fear clouding his thoughts. The fur was coarse, but soft enough that Wes nearly forgot that this was a wild animal that was twice his size and not a relatively harmless dog. Nearly, but he didn't. Hand steady to show he wasn't afraid (or wasn't letting fear control him at least), and keeping the touch light enough so it was still respectful towards the canine, Wes smoothed the hair between the great wolf's ears.
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Post by cor on Mar 20, 2010 0:14:53 GMT -5
When the boys hand reached out to touch her, the wolf reacted, but so quickly the human would never have the faintest idea. She had flinched in fear. Never before had the wolf aloud anyone to touch her, and live. This boy was doing both. What surprised both Crystal and her wolf was the fact that the two agreed it felt nice. She moved even closer, even allowing her eyes to shut, but of course her other senses just went on a high alert, listening for danger, smelling for a change of emotions from the boy. There was neither. She had nothing to fear. . . tonight.
The wolf sat down on it's haunches, then decided to take it one step further and laid down. She placed her head on the ground and closed her eyes. She felt safe with the human boy, and it was then she realized that humans weren't always the threat, unless of course they had a gun, or some sort of weapon, which this boy had neither. Nor was he afraid of her. Crystal gave a sigh and the wolf blew a sigh out as well. They were both content. Crystal relaxed back into the space she was held, while the wolf took in a form of love, that even Crystal was denied as a human. Just the simplicity of touch.
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