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May. 18th, 2007 01:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainryanRyan attempted to hold off the change again tonight, to no avail, and quickly distracted himself with a successful hunt and the exploration of Belar’s leftmost mountain. He’s searching for a suitable area to bring Wesker so he can teach him how to survive in the wilderness. He knows the pup will be irritated at the task, but it will do him good. Not to mention that it’s an opportunity for Ryan to spend more time with a packmate.
He’s looking for a stream that isn’t raging from the influx of melting snow, but it’s taking far longer than he thought it would and instead of drifting asleep in the wee hours of the morning, as he is wont to do, he keeps exploring the lower slopes. Just before sunrise, he finds a swollen stream still calm enough that, even as a human, he’d be able to wade in it. He laps at the icy, clear water before standing and shaking his fur free of the remaining droplets. Then sun will be rising soon and he rushes to return to his den in the woods.
The fiery orange ball peeks over the horizon, bringing an urge to return to human form with it. He’s not home yet, though, so he shoves that aside and pushes himself even harder. This is no distance eating lope but a flat out sprint towards the (relative) safety of his shelter. The sun rises higher, the urge to change back rising with it, but he’s not ready until he can see his base, only then allowing the metamorphosis to shudder over him.
He’s never been awake for this before and as much as the change to wolf involves stretching and growing, the reversion is all compressing and shrinking, though still just as painful and fast. He stays kneeling on the ground for a long moment, panting hard and shifting only slightly to remove a twig digging into his knee. He’s terribly tired and would like nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep, but he remembers all too well what happened the last time he slept in the woods whilst human. There’s nothing for it but to climb to his feet, put some clothes on to protect his skin from the underbrush, and slowly jog back to the mountains.
He’s looking for a stream that isn’t raging from the influx of melting snow, but it’s taking far longer than he thought it would and instead of drifting asleep in the wee hours of the morning, as he is wont to do, he keeps exploring the lower slopes. Just before sunrise, he finds a swollen stream still calm enough that, even as a human, he’d be able to wade in it. He laps at the icy, clear water before standing and shaking his fur free of the remaining droplets. Then sun will be rising soon and he rushes to return to his den in the woods.
The fiery orange ball peeks over the horizon, bringing an urge to return to human form with it. He’s not home yet, though, so he shoves that aside and pushes himself even harder. This is no distance eating lope but a flat out sprint towards the (relative) safety of his shelter. The sun rises higher, the urge to change back rising with it, but he’s not ready until he can see his base, only then allowing the metamorphosis to shudder over him.
He’s never been awake for this before and as much as the change to wolf involves stretching and growing, the reversion is all compressing and shrinking, though still just as painful and fast. He stays kneeling on the ground for a long moment, panting hard and shifting only slightly to remove a twig digging into his knee. He’s terribly tired and would like nothing more than to curl up and go to sleep, but he remembers all too well what happened the last time he slept in the woods whilst human. There’s nothing for it but to climb to his feet, put some clothes on to protect his skin from the underbrush, and slowly jog back to the mountains.
