✦˖⁺ hunting。

☑ gяєєη zσηє.

This is what I've enjoyed wait for...*smiles softly. so I walk slowly into an open are to watch the clods roll in*

*Taekwoon sighed, it had been so long since the last sign of storms had come. This time they had decided to hot at night, almost the perfect time for the young man to slip from his room. He had just found the school, still newly minted as a beta, his own scent still foreign to him as he let his mind slip, his body following suit and melding his bones into the shape of his blue-black wolf...he always did take after his mother, even if his father gave him his size. The wolf huffed out a sigh, finally feeling comforted as rain slowly began to fall against his back as he just stood, listening to the oncoming thunder*

@ᵇ jongjin⌘w。✓ /the wolf crept in between the trees, sniffing out high and low for his dinner while the other stood behind him, the beauty of his fur glistening as the moonlight shines down on his skin. 'Looking for something big or small?' /it was a telepathic reach, conversations held in their lupine form were always mental since their voices were replaced by the likes of a canine.

@jaehwan l。 *a small smile played at his lips as he walked behind the other in silence before the tentacles of water serpentined about him as descended onto all fours. the water seemed into the soil and from it arose a midnight blue wolf with obsidian eyes. he walked and stood adjacent to the snowy beast. jongjin sniffed at the soil for any signal of danger before giving you a nod to lead the way*

@ᵇ jongjin⌘w。✓ Come, come, before they sense us! /he skips into the clearing with a jovial tone lacing within his speech, hands sparking and popping up in excitement as if they knew it was time for a meal. He crouched down on all fours and growls, bones popping out of place and shrinking while he turns into his wolf form, a Himalayan wolf with an electric blue fur coat and glowing white eyes.

[ starter, maybe? partly just a muse booster for me ]

Jaebum had begun to work on it for the first time in his whole three years of being here - he finally felt a sense of familiarity as the shift took place, his world turned over him, then dark for a second, and then lit up with detail his human eyes could barely do justice. The reverberations of a satisfied rumble soothe him in a way he had not been familiar with and he had his heat to thank. Through the soreness and spontaneous shifts, he wouldn't have come to know the more rugged side that lay latent in his insecure mind.

The difficult part of rekindling the connection he has long since kept severed was learning from the beginning what it was like to hunt, feast, and scavenge. The first few times, he was overwhelmed, finding that often he couldn't withstand the smell of his own clothes, spritzed with cologne but the smell becomes so much more pungent. He couldn't figure out for the longest time where to find the origins of sounds because they all sounded so crisp and near, so close he could turn and see the bird that called to him, or the squirrel meters beyond his estimates.

He took his folded pile of clothes between his sets of canines and stuffs them into the tangled roots of a redwood nearby, then making sure - as he had learned from the first few times that his clothes had been lost and stolen - to rub against the wood to leave a distinct scent signature: another smell he had yet to get used to. His russet fur, a muddled brown now that his pelt was shedding it's winter coat late into the spring season, helped him in the underbrush, and he specifically chose tonight to hunt - a warm night, when the wind had picked up and rain seemed imminent. There were only very few hiding spots that prey would use in this weather.

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“And it was her who sought out my demise, HE WHO LED ME TO THIS WRETCHED PRISON!” The boy screeched out to the heavens, streams of molten magma run down his snowy complexion. Cracks in the surface altar his sinful beauty and turn him into the monster he had always sought out to be but… never achieved for his biochemistry had always made his skin invulnerable to his own gift, for it is within his very being. The molten flower he often cries about runs through his veins and pours out through his twisted cracks.

“I must get out, I must get out, I mustn't leave for I am safe from them!” He roughly smacks the side of his head, twisting his body in the direction of nothing, forefinger shaking as he pointed.

“You…” He growls, irises melting into the shade of his gifted veins. “I’ve seen your face! You can no longer hide from me, my friend, I’ve seen your face yes I did!” It was loud and screeching laughter that filled the darkness, with his back arched painfully and laughter pointing to the heavens as if mocking god.

“I see you in my thoughts, you plague my dreams with that… that /ing/ smile of yours. No one can forgive this monster, Abraham. NO ONE CAN FORGIVE A KILLER.” He roars, pearl skin cracking under the pressure as molten lava seeps through in heaps. It was an agonized cry that soon fills the darkness, the floor set ablaze by the river of fire.

“God save me from my sin for I have brought nothing but grief upon myself. I, Ezekiel, cannot wield the fires of hell within my being! I burn, I burn inside but keep it in because I must stay put! My soul is burning, O God, and I am dying. Forgive me, O lord, for I have sinned a great deal. I repent, I REPENT!”

@wonwoo j。 Foggy day today Christian started his day early he packed his backpack with all he'd need for the day some water a snack or two, his drawing materials along with an outfit since he planned on shifting.
He walked out of his home and procceded to make his way out of the gundres, as usual getting some stares here and there from some and being greeted by others once outside of the grounds he promply walks a few feet away turning into some thick bushes his fingers pull and tug on his clothes undressing completely a small breathe escapes his lips.
His tattoos noticeable from every angle taking his time he folds his clothes reaching down placing it in his backpack soon shifting into his wolf form the backpack now carried in his mouth he hurries off.
Running through the well known trail, jumping over fallen trees- he was in his element his grey and white fur looks plush and touchable panting softly as he continues to run.
Currently without a true destination he often does this, runs off from the grounds and goes around in the forest sometimes camping out for many nights not really having the mind to stay with his family anymore since alot of things are happening with the pack. Some dont want him there anymore seeing as his powers were not something they felt comfortable with Christian was a good guy he would never hurt anyone but some don't see that.
Stopping for a moment he lets his bag go panting gently he lays down on the ground his eyes close slowlg opening once again as he hears movement but it was only birds. He groans and paws at his face yawning softly turning on his back he looks at the sky his tail wagging the fog around him looked magical he rolls around whimpering and making puppy like sounds finding joy in being alone and out like this.

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