Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 18:31:40 GMT -5
The moon was out and Micah was too, scouring the forest as he usually did during the night leading to the full moon. Tomorrow, he would most likely feel worse for wear and become paler until he and the other wolves were to be kept away from the public, safe from the others, and safe from themselves, if they were given the potion. But they always were, as normal professors usually made sure of the fact that they would not be killed, along with the others who, if dead, would most likely shut down the school. So, in order for everyone to get along, they protected the wolves, and in turn, protected themselves.
But tonight wasn't the night to worry about that. His jaw hurt lightly, a small aching pain as he was always aware of when it came to the moon's position. In time, his canines would grow and sharpen to give off the normal appearance he wore that night. He was shirtless, with torn dark grey jeans and ratty black converse shoes that seemed to fit to his facade as the tattooed bad boy. Of course, he was. Well, not so much. People did fear him, however, and he had quite the reputation when he first arrived here. Bright blue eyes and pulsating muscles that made males step back, and girls want to step forward. They'd certainly given off their opinion of him.
In the forest, however, he was by himself (or so he thought) and given the sight of the stars and nearly full moon, he could pretend to be somewhat normal. Micah sought nothing but to be himself, which many did not necessarily like. But fuck them. Right here, he was off doing what he wanted. And that was enough for him.
But tonight wasn't the night to worry about that. His jaw hurt lightly, a small aching pain as he was always aware of when it came to the moon's position. In time, his canines would grow and sharpen to give off the normal appearance he wore that night. He was shirtless, with torn dark grey jeans and ratty black converse shoes that seemed to fit to his facade as the tattooed bad boy. Of course, he was. Well, not so much. People did fear him, however, and he had quite the reputation when he first arrived here. Bright blue eyes and pulsating muscles that made males step back, and girls want to step forward. They'd certainly given off their opinion of him.
In the forest, however, he was by himself (or so he thought) and given the sight of the stars and nearly full moon, he could pretend to be somewhat normal. Micah sought nothing but to be himself, which many did not necessarily like. But fuck them. Right here, he was off doing what he wanted. And that was enough for him.
