Look who's STILL sulking.
[ After his transformation the night before, the werewolf appears to be in even worse condition than he had been in the past weeks since his arrival. While he still held the same rather gaunt and haunted expression on his features, his torn clothes were even more wrecked and dirty than usual, and heavy bags hung under his eyes, shadowed beneath a dark mass of messy bangs and hair unbound from its usual simple tie.
He leans against the tall oak tree on the furthest end of the woods away from the castle, glancing at the mess of fallen and slashed trees and dug up earth and forest-centered carnage he had left the night before.
But the sigh he releases from his slightly-parted lips is almost one of mild relief. After all, he had managed to avoid attacking any actual people, for once.
Even if that meant nothing for the person he wasn't able to save. ]
[ ooc: Why yes, it's Scruffy. Still being rather difficult. But anyway, if you want to have heard the noises from his rampage in the woods as a wolf the night before, feel free. Or even have caught a glimpse of him in werewolf form, if you like. ]
He leans against the tall oak tree on the furthest end of the woods away from the castle, glancing at the mess of fallen and slashed trees and dug up earth and forest-centered carnage he had left the night before.
But the sigh he releases from his slightly-parted lips is almost one of mild relief. After all, he had managed to avoid attacking any actual people, for once.
Even if that meant nothing for the person he wasn't able to save. ]
[ ooc: Why yes, it's Scruffy. Still being rather difficult. But anyway, if you want to have heard the noises from his rampage in the woods as a wolf the night before, feel free. Or even have caught a glimpse of him in werewolf form, if you like. ]