Blood of a Hunter Jan 23, 2019 22:40:21 GMT
Post by Orion Alim-Verdi on Jan 23, 2019 22:40:21 GMT
Orion loved and hated this time of the lunar cycle. The lead up to the full moon brought so much extra energy and productivity, but the full moon itself always brought so many undesired complications. He couldn’t control his bipedal shift. It just happened. He couldn’t help the feral instincts that rose up in him. His body just moved. For a solid night about once a month, Orion was a violent ball of fur and fury, and there was nothing he could do about it.
After a couple of years of trying to curtail this, Orion finally gave in. Once a month, he’d go into the wilds of whatever biome he happened to be in and run free, completely and totally, and not look back. And that was what he was doing now out in the sandy desert of Ardura that night. “AWOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Thud, thud, thud, thud. “AWWWWOOOOOOOOOO.” Leap. Land. Kick. Rush. The bipedal werewolf went tearing through the sandy zest of life with all the wild freedom the area was known for. All night, the animals in the area knew no rest. Orion was up, and no one was allowed to be.
Hours later, as the sun was slowly coming up, the exhausted body of Orion lay splayed out in the sand. His clothes were in tatters on his form, stretched and ripped in different areas on his form. He’d forgotten to shed them before the whole thing had started. In one clenched hand was the remains of some unfortunate desert animal that hadn’t escaped him the night before. There probably should have been more blood, but the sand had since soaked it up along with everything else.
“Nghm….” Yellow eyes slowly opened. “Ugh… great…” Sitting up and folding over bent legs, Orion coughed loudly. “Ugh gross…” Pulling a few bones from his teeth, he threw them to the side. “Jeeze….”