Under the Hunter's Moon [OPEN!]
Who: Wolf and YOU
When: Tonight, the full moon, only just before sirens.
Where: All over Sectors 4 and 7
Summary: Because GG hasn't done nearly enough monster threads. It's the full moon, and Wolf has been out for a little jog. Depending on who he runs into, calamity may ensue. Will someone try to help him, or hunt him?
Warnings: Potential for violence, livestock or human-related.
Anyone who spotted Wolf walking around that evening might have noticed that the normally dapper man was looking a bit disheveled-- tired, sweaty, like he hadn't bothered to sleep, shower or shave in a day or two. Little bits of dried grass and leaves stuck to his dirty clothes. Alarmingly, his sleeves and collars seemed to be stained with some type of reddish brown substance.
"Hrrrr... all right, all right... you've had your fun. Can't remember any of it but I'm... sure there's a perfectly good explanation for it..."
The day was starting to escape his memory. All he remembered was waking up with cramps and sweating, as usual, but instead of tying himself down and trying to go back to bed, as usual, he'd decided to go for a walk. That was... this morning sometime.
"You should go home," he murmured to himself, exhausted. "Yes sir, this is a bad, bad idea-- tonight's not a good night for a wolfie to be out and about."
He coughed, and spit out a feather.
"Don't remember eating that... Ohhh, you should go home. You should go immediately home before somebody sees you..."
When: Tonight, the full moon, only just before sirens.
Where: All over Sectors 4 and 7
Summary: Because GG hasn't done nearly enough monster threads. It's the full moon, and Wolf has been out for a little jog. Depending on who he runs into, calamity may ensue. Will someone try to help him, or hunt him?
Warnings: Potential for violence, livestock or human-related.
Anyone who spotted Wolf walking around that evening might have noticed that the normally dapper man was looking a bit disheveled-- tired, sweaty, like he hadn't bothered to sleep, shower or shave in a day or two. Little bits of dried grass and leaves stuck to his dirty clothes. Alarmingly, his sleeves and collars seemed to be stained with some type of reddish brown substance.
"Hrrrr... all right, all right... you've had your fun. Can't remember any of it but I'm... sure there's a perfectly good explanation for it..."
The day was starting to escape his memory. All he remembered was waking up with cramps and sweating, as usual, but instead of tying himself down and trying to go back to bed, as usual, he'd decided to go for a walk. That was... this morning sometime.
"You should go home," he murmured to himself, exhausted. "Yes sir, this is a bad, bad idea-- tonight's not a good night for a wolfie to be out and about."
He coughed, and spit out a feather.
"Don't remember eating that... Ohhh, you should go home. You should go immediately home before somebody sees you..."