It was a full moon tonight, and he was cruising along the Docks. He had been a werewolf long enough that he could control his shift now, but that didn't mean he could avoid it completely. Sea greens were narrowed as he kept a watch for any beasts that creep in the moonlight. Catey had been telling him about werewolf attacks along the docks, and he was prepared to fight these beasts. Yes, he was a werewolf, but not by choice. And he did not get a kick out of killing, thank you very much.
He was whipping his head around at each noise, not out of fright but of anticipation. He knew one would catch his scent sooner or later. His thumbs were tucked into the belt loops of his jeans, a jaunty whistle taken up. He'd never been to the Docks before, and found it to vaguely remind him of home.
A glance down to his watch. He sighed. "Bloody 'ell, 'tis only 11 pm.."
Definitely wasn't early enough for anyone to be causing mischief, despite how dark it was already. He took up a lean against a dock post, whistling a jaunty tune as he glanced up at the nearly clear sky. Stars sparkled unsuspectingly, unaware of what the night had in store.
He didn't smoke, but he was beginning to think now was as good as any time to start, it would keep him occupied in the mean time. Fingers dummed along his thighs as sea greens scanned the Dockside from his vantage point. It looked pretty dead, even the ships seemed dark and ominous.
He heard a scratching noise, and squinted into the night, trying to pinpoint where the noise was coming from. He continued, and he leaned forward, as if it would help him. A soft growl as he pushed off the post, heading toward a warehouse where he assumed the noise was coming from.
The innocent scratching turned into a noisy commotion laced with scream, and it sent him jogging over to the back of the warehouse. Even though it was exactly what he was hoping for, it still surprised him. He came across a werewolf trying to rip apart a human.
He growled deeply before lowering, nonplussed about the clothing he was about to rip to shreds amid his transformation. He took a deep breath, tossing his head back as he focused on his shifting, hair beginning to grow and thicken in unusual places. He felt his bones elognating, his ripcage expanding, and his muscles stretching and bulging as he began his transformation, successfuly ripping through the clothes he donned with the help of a furry little tail that began growing out of his rear, splitting straight through the butt of his jeans. He growled again, wincing as his face began to elongate with canines ripping through his gums, ears began to poke up from his skull, bones began bend back and his innards began shifting around. It still hurt like hell to shift. Another deep breath and an array of scents invaded his nostrils, especially the copper of blood. After another moment, he lifted his snout and howled at the moon—his shifting was complete.
He wasted no time moving to attack, leaping from his shredded clothing to tackle the other werewolf away from the man. He glanced back to the man, realizing he wa sbadly injured, but he growled out, anyway, "Get away from here, hide. I will keep him at bay."
the human only gave him a frightened look before crawling off. That kept him distracted long enough for the other werewolf to get him in the calf with a bite that ripped into his flesh before trying to wriggle away. He howled again, except this time in pain. Seamus quickly swiped a paw at the other werewolf's back, leaving a nasty gash before he could get away. Then he leapt at him again, canines sinking into the wolf's jugular.
The opposing wolf howled in pain, now bleeding from two areas. He gave Seamus a dark look, a claw swiping at Seamus' maw. Seamus growled, turning his head with the swipe in an attempt to lessen the damage before realigning himself to pin the other wolf down. This wolf was young, he could tell by both his fighting skills and his untamed anger. He must be recently turned.
Seamus stared down at the whelp, growling ferociously, "You wont last much longer, in either form, whelp." And he backed away from the injured wolf, who laid their panting and growling helplessly. He felt triumphant, he helped. To an extent. One down, and more to go.
He stalked off, limping but trying to pretend he wasn't, from the warehouse and disappeared into the incoming fog.
He was whipping his head around at each noise, not out of fright but of anticipation. He knew one would catch his scent sooner or later. His thumbs were tucked into the belt loops of his jeans, a jaunty whistle taken up. He'd never been to the Docks before, and found it to vaguely remind him of home.
A glance down to his watch. He sighed. "Bloody 'ell, 'tis only 11 pm.."
Definitely wasn't early enough for anyone to be causing mischief, despite how dark it was already. He took up a lean against a dock post, whistling a jaunty tune as he glanced up at the nearly clear sky. Stars sparkled unsuspectingly, unaware of what the night had in store.
He didn't smoke, but he was beginning to think now was as good as any time to start, it would keep him occupied in the mean time. Fingers dummed along his thighs as sea greens scanned the Dockside from his vantage point. It looked pretty dead, even the ships seemed dark and ominous.
He heard a scratching noise, and squinted into the night, trying to pinpoint where the noise was coming from. He continued, and he leaned forward, as if it would help him. A soft growl as he pushed off the post, heading toward a warehouse where he assumed the noise was coming from.
The innocent scratching turned into a noisy commotion laced with scream, and it sent him jogging over to the back of the warehouse. Even though it was exactly what he was hoping for, it still surprised him. He came across a werewolf trying to rip apart a human.
He growled deeply before lowering, nonplussed about the clothing he was about to rip to shreds amid his transformation. He took a deep breath, tossing his head back as he focused on his shifting, hair beginning to grow and thicken in unusual places. He felt his bones elognating, his ripcage expanding, and his muscles stretching and bulging as he began his transformation, successfuly ripping through the clothes he donned with the help of a furry little tail that began growing out of his rear, splitting straight through the butt of his jeans. He growled again, wincing as his face began to elongate with canines ripping through his gums, ears began to poke up from his skull, bones began bend back and his innards began shifting around. It still hurt like hell to shift. Another deep breath and an array of scents invaded his nostrils, especially the copper of blood. After another moment, he lifted his snout and howled at the moon—his shifting was complete.
He wasted no time moving to attack, leaping from his shredded clothing to tackle the other werewolf away from the man. He glanced back to the man, realizing he wa sbadly injured, but he growled out, anyway, "Get away from here, hide. I will keep him at bay."
the human only gave him a frightened look before crawling off. That kept him distracted long enough for the other werewolf to get him in the calf with a bite that ripped into his flesh before trying to wriggle away. He howled again, except this time in pain. Seamus quickly swiped a paw at the other werewolf's back, leaving a nasty gash before he could get away. Then he leapt at him again, canines sinking into the wolf's jugular.
The opposing wolf howled in pain, now bleeding from two areas. He gave Seamus a dark look, a claw swiping at Seamus' maw. Seamus growled, turning his head with the swipe in an attempt to lessen the damage before realigning himself to pin the other wolf down. This wolf was young, he could tell by both his fighting skills and his untamed anger. He must be recently turned.
Seamus stared down at the whelp, growling ferociously, "You wont last much longer, in either form, whelp." And he backed away from the injured wolf, who laid their panting and growling helplessly. He felt triumphant, he helped. To an extent. One down, and more to go.
He stalked off, limping but trying to pretend he wasn't, from the warehouse and disappeared into the incoming fog.