Post by casey on Jul 29, 2010 18:29:20 GMT -8
Casey sighed, stretching down to place his hands flat on the ground. Simple warm-ups such as these were such a bore, but they were definitely necessary.
For a few moments more the shifter held the stretch and then let himself slowly rise.
The moon was wearing hard on him right now; even two days after the actual full moon had hung high in the night-time sky. It had been torture, as all full moon nights were, but that night had been different. Different because the next day he was supposed to wake up early and drive to some school for so-called gifteds, called Oceanside.
That had been yesterday.
And thankfully, nobody save the staff had tried to talk to him yet, Casey wasn't even sure if he could handle it if a student did.
That would be the reason for being out on the track. Above all things, Casey loved to run. It served as a good outlet for some of the tension the moon rest on him, a solitary escape from the nerves and fear of putting others in danger.
A long run could usually serve to make him look a little more...Human. The days coming to and leading away from the full moon were visibly noticeable, if you paid attention that is.
Casey's hair was coarse, a few shades thicker than normal, as well as it being slightly darker in color. His eyes were bigger, animalistic and wild, even though the shifter was calm. Teeth were more like fangs, nails more like claws.
But all-in-all, nobody really knew him right? This could be totally normal, part of his power even. Unfortunately for Casey, it wasn't. Neither was the almost stressful amount of excess energy he withheld.
Casey shook his head in frustration, shoving all of his thoughts to the back of his mind. Right now, run, later, think and mope.
The shifter forced his legs to move, shooting across the track with startling speed. His feet hit rhythmically, letting Casey fall into a steady, trance-like beat.
He didn't know how long he ran, how long he would, or even how fast he moved, but for now, all that mattered was the instinctual need to move, the pleasure of tension leaving his limbs and fading into the oblivion of exhaustion.
Eventually, he stopped, slowing gradually into a complete halt. Casey heaved for breath, his limbs shook, and sweat poured into his face. But the claws were gone, his eyes were a human golden brown, instead of a wolfish golden brown, and his teeth were only barely sharper than the average carnivore.
The shifter moved to the edge of the track and collapsed contentedly into the grass, snatching up an enormous water bottle to chug from. He was too tired to look around, and the grass felt nice. Perhaps he would just lay here for a little while.
For a few moments more the shifter held the stretch and then let himself slowly rise.
The moon was wearing hard on him right now; even two days after the actual full moon had hung high in the night-time sky. It had been torture, as all full moon nights were, but that night had been different. Different because the next day he was supposed to wake up early and drive to some school for so-called gifteds, called Oceanside.
That had been yesterday.
And thankfully, nobody save the staff had tried to talk to him yet, Casey wasn't even sure if he could handle it if a student did.
That would be the reason for being out on the track. Above all things, Casey loved to run. It served as a good outlet for some of the tension the moon rest on him, a solitary escape from the nerves and fear of putting others in danger.
A long run could usually serve to make him look a little more...Human. The days coming to and leading away from the full moon were visibly noticeable, if you paid attention that is.
Casey's hair was coarse, a few shades thicker than normal, as well as it being slightly darker in color. His eyes were bigger, animalistic and wild, even though the shifter was calm. Teeth were more like fangs, nails more like claws.
But all-in-all, nobody really knew him right? This could be totally normal, part of his power even. Unfortunately for Casey, it wasn't. Neither was the almost stressful amount of excess energy he withheld.
Casey shook his head in frustration, shoving all of his thoughts to the back of his mind. Right now, run, later, think and mope.
The shifter forced his legs to move, shooting across the track with startling speed. His feet hit rhythmically, letting Casey fall into a steady, trance-like beat.
He didn't know how long he ran, how long he would, or even how fast he moved, but for now, all that mattered was the instinctual need to move, the pleasure of tension leaving his limbs and fading into the oblivion of exhaustion.
Eventually, he stopped, slowing gradually into a complete halt. Casey heaved for breath, his limbs shook, and sweat poured into his face. But the claws were gone, his eyes were a human golden brown, instead of a wolfish golden brown, and his teeth were only barely sharper than the average carnivore.
The shifter moved to the edge of the track and collapsed contentedly into the grass, snatching up an enormous water bottle to chug from. He was too tired to look around, and the grass felt nice. Perhaps he would just lay here for a little while.