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captainryanWinter is coming.
Ryan never was all that fond of snow, mostly for practical reasons. You need more kit to survive in snow environments, it’s harder to move through, and it’s harder to hide your passage.
Now, though? Now he just doesn’t like it because it’s cold. They may seem something of a simple reason to not like snow, but how many patrons have to strip naked three nights a month? Sure, he could opt not to, but that would have him ripping through his clothes faster than he cared to. No, better to remove the garments. Besides, then he has something to put back on when he changes back.
He’s warmer when he’s in his other form. He doesn’t know why, probably because of the thicker hide, but he is warmer. It is that knowledge that encourages him to attempt to change early, rather than hold the change off. He’s been trying the latter for months, to no effect. Once the moon rises, no matter how much he focuses (a feat in itself considering his mindset at the time) the change sweeps his human form away.
But changing early, well, that’s another story entirely. He’s done it once before, when he and Le Chiffre were working out their differences. Only a few seconds before moonrise, but he had been so eager to begin the hunt that changing early had seemed easy. Tonight, he does so again, and once more a few seconds before moonrise, he changes. The difference between frail cold human and warm durable werewolf is large, and one he relishes when the air is cold enough that his breath hangs in it like a cloud. He howls a challenge to the stone angel, a warning to the other lycanthropes that he is here, and just for the sheer joy of it.
He is awake when the dawn comes, and deeper in the woods than usual. He promised Suzi he would try to avoid the angel and the deep woods seem to be the best place for that. The Dreaming seems to be gone completely, something he finds odd but has no complaint about.
He doesn’t return to his human shape. Not immediately, anyway. Instead he holds onto his other form for a good long while, occasionally sending up warning howls. Eventually the lethargy after a successful hunt and meal takes him, and he sleeps in the shelter he built months before. He wakes shortly afterwards, human and shivering and curled against the cold on the blankets Suzi gave him. He wraps himself more securely in the cloth, putting a few of the blankets over him instead of just under to better keep in his heat, before dozing off again.
Ryan never was all that fond of snow, mostly for practical reasons. You need more kit to survive in snow environments, it’s harder to move through, and it’s harder to hide your passage.
Now, though? Now he just doesn’t like it because it’s cold. They may seem something of a simple reason to not like snow, but how many patrons have to strip naked three nights a month? Sure, he could opt not to, but that would have him ripping through his clothes faster than he cared to. No, better to remove the garments. Besides, then he has something to put back on when he changes back.
He’s warmer when he’s in his other form. He doesn’t know why, probably because of the thicker hide, but he is warmer. It is that knowledge that encourages him to attempt to change early, rather than hold the change off. He’s been trying the latter for months, to no effect. Once the moon rises, no matter how much he focuses (a feat in itself considering his mindset at the time) the change sweeps his human form away.
But changing early, well, that’s another story entirely. He’s done it once before, when he and Le Chiffre were working out their differences. Only a few seconds before moonrise, but he had been so eager to begin the hunt that changing early had seemed easy. Tonight, he does so again, and once more a few seconds before moonrise, he changes. The difference between frail cold human and warm durable werewolf is large, and one he relishes when the air is cold enough that his breath hangs in it like a cloud. He howls a challenge to the stone angel, a warning to the other lycanthropes that he is here, and just for the sheer joy of it.
He is awake when the dawn comes, and deeper in the woods than usual. He promised Suzi he would try to avoid the angel and the deep woods seem to be the best place for that. The Dreaming seems to be gone completely, something he finds odd but has no complaint about.
He doesn’t return to his human shape. Not immediately, anyway. Instead he holds onto his other form for a good long while, occasionally sending up warning howls. Eventually the lethargy after a successful hunt and meal takes him, and he sleeps in the shelter he built months before. He wakes shortly afterwards, human and shivering and curled against the cold on the blankets Suzi gave him. He wraps himself more securely in the cloth, putting a few of the blankets over him instead of just under to better keep in his heat, before dozing off again.
