The call of the wild... tell 'em to leave a message. [Closed]
Characters: Wolf and Sophie
Content: It's that time of the month again and Wolf's rather violent-sounding accidental voice post bodes badly.
Setting: Wolf's cabin on the Way
Time: Late afternoon/early evening on the day of the full moon.
Warnings: Mentioning of mild gore and violence, wolf-ish PMSing. UPDATE: "Fun" in the bath. Will not go above R rating, if it even reaches that.
The room was silent now except for the occasional soft whimper coming from down in a dark corner. The only light was the sunset filtering weakly through the tiny porthole, draping the entire room in a somber dimness. The dresser had been knocked over and the items that once sat on it, including Wolf's journal, had been strewn across the room. The bedding had been torn off the cot (which now sat at an angle) and shredded, pillow feathers everywhere.
Even more disconcerting were the splotches and streaks of blood on the walls. It was particularly dense in one spot where it trailed down to the dark corner from whence the whimpers were now coming. The closet door had been thrown, and left, open and there was also blood streaking down the small mirror on the inside of the door.
Content: It's that time of the month again and Wolf's rather violent-sounding accidental voice post bodes badly.
Setting: Wolf's cabin on the Way
Time: Late afternoon/early evening on the day of the full moon.
Warnings: Mentioning of mild gore and violence, wolf-ish PMSing. UPDATE: "Fun" in the bath. Will not go above R rating, if it even reaches that.
The room was silent now except for the occasional soft whimper coming from down in a dark corner. The only light was the sunset filtering weakly through the tiny porthole, draping the entire room in a somber dimness. The dresser had been knocked over and the items that once sat on it, including Wolf's journal, had been strewn across the room. The bedding had been torn off the cot (which now sat at an angle) and shredded, pillow feathers everywhere.
Even more disconcerting were the splotches and streaks of blood on the walls. It was particularly dense in one spot where it trailed down to the dark corner from whence the whimpers were now coming. The closet door had been thrown, and left, open and there was also blood streaking down the small mirror on the inside of the door.