Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2013 0:05:17 GMT -5
Beacon Hills. It seemed so quiet, at least during the day. From all around Ezra could hear how active it was at night, how much it wreaked of other werewolves, too. The town seemed fairly dangerous with the population of wolves and he had overheard talk of multiple alphas in the area too, which put him on edge. One was bad enough, but quite a few in one, small town? Hell no, Ezra didn't sign up for anything of the sort. It made sense to keep to himself and only say hi to as few people as possible, even if it made him look like a loner - and it wasn't like he wanted to be, but if he accidentally associated with one his "superiors" well, it wouldn't be too great. That was all irrelevant right now, however, because Ezra had one thing in mind: running.
He had slipped out of his uncle's home to go out into the woods for a run, the enhanced speed and the wide open spaces gave way to plenty of opportunity to expel excess energy. The sky was already dark, but the moon was perfectly normal - slightly covered with clouds, but at about midnight - well, everything changed. Ezra happened to glance up to see a completely visible full moon, something he had grown to hate because it rendered him helpless and "lost" for an hour or so. His limbs began to tremble as he felt the wolf take over and it was never easy, it was painful and it felt like he was being forced out - allowing some weird primal spirit to control him. Within seconds his nails began to extend and convert into long, sharp claws, facial hair began to sprout from his jawline and he felt his face pulling a monster makeover. Before he knew it his body had changed, even his sight had - and then black.
He had slipped out of his uncle's home to go out into the woods for a run, the enhanced speed and the wide open spaces gave way to plenty of opportunity to expel excess energy. The sky was already dark, but the moon was perfectly normal - slightly covered with clouds, but at about midnight - well, everything changed. Ezra happened to glance up to see a completely visible full moon, something he had grown to hate because it rendered him helpless and "lost" for an hour or so. His limbs began to tremble as he felt the wolf take over and it was never easy, it was painful and it felt like he was being forced out - allowing some weird primal spirit to control him. Within seconds his nails began to extend and convert into long, sharp claws, facial hair began to sprout from his jawline and he felt his face pulling a monster makeover. Before he knew it his body had changed, even his sight had - and then black.
What happened next would only be a reminded in his deep subconscious. Immediately after the beast took over, Ezra looked up to the moon and let out a loud, piercing howl, before his ears twitched at a nearby sound. Somewhere near him a twig snapped, something that set him off slightly - but it was enough to make the beast within him crazed. After a moment or so in a crazed sprint towards the body heat, the werewolf found himself gazing upon a tall, well built man with dark hair. Again the primal roar came, more like he was trying to assert his dominance more than anything - and then without further hesitation, Ezra took it upon himself to charge right at the figure before him.