Post by Cain Jiovanni on Jun 12, 2006 15:07:56 GMT -5
Sweat pants. Yes, God invented them for a reason. Or so Cain liked to think, they are the perfect thing to slip into, even if you don’t plan on having them on long.
Or getting them back in one piece. Very cheap to replace.
Cain was humming Nothing Else Matters under his breath, thinking of how great it would feel just to be himself for a few hours. Run. Freely. Without a care, without anyone telling him how to conduct every aspect of his life.
Give into the Beast, if only for a little while.
His black sweat pants were a little baggy, his faded black t-shirt sticking to him slightly as his old tennis shoes finally stopped hitting the asphalt at thirty miles an hour.
He glanced toward his destination, the line of dark trees less then two hundred feet away. It was there he’d be safe. And everything else would be safe too – from him.
A grin pressed over his lips as he jogged toward the first row of tall second growth Oaks and Elms. He pulled his shirt over his head, sighing as the crisp forest air hit his chest. This was going to be better then he’d expected.
So much better.
He waited until he was well past the fourth line of trees before stripping off his pants, hanging them on a tree limb so that he could find them again later. No one wanted to see a naked seventeen year old boy running about in the park at two in the morning. At least with pants on, he stood a little better chance of not getting the police called on him. If he played his cards right anyway.
He’d been looking forward to Changing all week. He’d planned the time perfectly; making sure no one would miss him for at least a few hours. A few hours to himself.
Changing wasn’t easy, but Cain never claimed it was. In all actuality; it was one of the hardest things he ever had to do.
But it felt so good.
Pain melting into pleasure beyond anything else he’d ever experienced. Mental or physical. Changing was perfect; in a most grotesque, painful sort of way.
He sighed; trying to get his thoughts under order long enough to get his ‘wolf contained. That was the first thing his father taught him; never change if you are not in control. And Cain never did, he didn’t want to hurt himself, let alone someone else. He knew it would take little more then one good swipe to break a human’s neck, less then that if the person happened to be small. Cain would never be able to live with the death of a human on his hands. Not that the Council would allow it, but still.
It wasn’t right for him morally.
It was a slow process, feeling the muscles start to change a little as the first few bones begin to bend and break. Tiny popping sounds came from Cain’s back as the first wave of pain hit, the muscles ripping slightly to give way for the shaping of a new body. Cain was well aware of the pain as his body bent over on its own, his backbone shifting completely to accommodate a new creature. He groaned, biting his lip to keep himself from howling from the pain of it all. Tiny black hairs began to sprout, coating his entire, now canine looking, body. It wasn’t long before he was sprawled out on the forest floor, panting.
Where a boy had been ten minutes before, a wolf well over average size was now.
His pelt was shiny, even in the pale moonlight, colored in rich blacks with an under belly of a slightly lighter color. He opened one eye; they were the same, green set off by a little brown and yellow. His large pink tongue lolling out of his mouth as he waited for everything to clear up. The pain was receding now, leaving only the occasional whimper to show it had ever been there. Cain rolled over, getting to his feet slowly, as he shook his head. It had been to long since he’d had a good run.
Creeping along through the undergrowth by the light of the moon, Cain went to find what he was looking for.
Or getting them back in one piece. Very cheap to replace.
Cain was humming Nothing Else Matters under his breath, thinking of how great it would feel just to be himself for a few hours. Run. Freely. Without a care, without anyone telling him how to conduct every aspect of his life.
Give into the Beast, if only for a little while.
His black sweat pants were a little baggy, his faded black t-shirt sticking to him slightly as his old tennis shoes finally stopped hitting the asphalt at thirty miles an hour.
He glanced toward his destination, the line of dark trees less then two hundred feet away. It was there he’d be safe. And everything else would be safe too – from him.
A grin pressed over his lips as he jogged toward the first row of tall second growth Oaks and Elms. He pulled his shirt over his head, sighing as the crisp forest air hit his chest. This was going to be better then he’d expected.
So much better.
He waited until he was well past the fourth line of trees before stripping off his pants, hanging them on a tree limb so that he could find them again later. No one wanted to see a naked seventeen year old boy running about in the park at two in the morning. At least with pants on, he stood a little better chance of not getting the police called on him. If he played his cards right anyway.
He’d been looking forward to Changing all week. He’d planned the time perfectly; making sure no one would miss him for at least a few hours. A few hours to himself.
Changing wasn’t easy, but Cain never claimed it was. In all actuality; it was one of the hardest things he ever had to do.
But it felt so good.
Pain melting into pleasure beyond anything else he’d ever experienced. Mental or physical. Changing was perfect; in a most grotesque, painful sort of way.
He sighed; trying to get his thoughts under order long enough to get his ‘wolf contained. That was the first thing his father taught him; never change if you are not in control. And Cain never did, he didn’t want to hurt himself, let alone someone else. He knew it would take little more then one good swipe to break a human’s neck, less then that if the person happened to be small. Cain would never be able to live with the death of a human on his hands. Not that the Council would allow it, but still.
It wasn’t right for him morally.
It was a slow process, feeling the muscles start to change a little as the first few bones begin to bend and break. Tiny popping sounds came from Cain’s back as the first wave of pain hit, the muscles ripping slightly to give way for the shaping of a new body. Cain was well aware of the pain as his body bent over on its own, his backbone shifting completely to accommodate a new creature. He groaned, biting his lip to keep himself from howling from the pain of it all. Tiny black hairs began to sprout, coating his entire, now canine looking, body. It wasn’t long before he was sprawled out on the forest floor, panting.
Where a boy had been ten minutes before, a wolf well over average size was now.
His pelt was shiny, even in the pale moonlight, colored in rich blacks with an under belly of a slightly lighter color. He opened one eye; they were the same, green set off by a little brown and yellow. His large pink tongue lolling out of his mouth as he waited for everything to clear up. The pain was receding now, leaving only the occasional whimper to show it had ever been there. Cain rolled over, getting to his feet slowly, as he shook his head. It had been to long since he’d had a good run.
Creeping along through the undergrowth by the light of the moon, Cain went to find what he was looking for.