Darkpine [Private] in Fantastical Role Plays Posted June 23, 2015 · Report post Curtis had left Darkpine hours before the night had came. His entire family had packed up and left, travelling a 2 hour drive out of town on to a reserve, and a further 2 hour in to the depths of forests surrounding the rocky mountains. They had always went to the same place on a full moon, a cabin out in the middle of nowhere, away from civilization. The cabin had belonged to Curtis' grandather, Isaac, and had been the agreed territory for his pack during the full moon ever since. According to Sam, it was important to shift in a location that was familiar, something that their primal selves would understand to be their territory. This would stop them wandering off too far, and in general just made the whole experience a lot less stressful. When night fell the only light in the forest was coming from their cabin, and music played from an old record player. The entire pack were sat around the large lounge room of the cabin. The air was thick with cigar smoke that danced around the room in a haze. The coffee table was littered with empty beer bottles and a couple of whisky bottles that were almost depleted. Curtis threw back the glass of whisky he held in his hand, it's contents burning his throat. Despite the appearance, this wasn't really a party. The music playing came from Granpda Isaac's old record collection, and it was music that was familiar to all of them and it had become a sort of ritual to play it on a full moon. The alcohol was also a ritual. Werewolves heal quickly, and this includes the processing of alcohol within their body. The upside to this was no hangovers, the downside was you didn't stay drunk for very long. The lead up to the full moon was a time when the pack avoided alcohol, but on the night itself they made up for it. It might have been nice to get drunk with his family on any other night, but on these occasions it was out of necessity. As the time to shift grew nearer, the more the pack suffered. Curtis had awoke that morning feeling tired and irritable. By the afternoon he could feel a prickling heat through his body, his muscles ached with tension, he was always hungry, always horny. This was happening to all of them, which was a recipe for disaster. The alcohol was a way to provide some form of relief, to numb the sensations they were all feeling. All except Sam, of course. The Alpha, himself, had not touched a drink all night, and seemed content with calmly and quietly overseeing everything. Becoming an Alpha is complicated, there are no set rules or procedures involved. Strictly speaking an Alpha is a werewolf who has truly accepted his primal nature, and has achieved full control through understanding and embracing that part of them.It's easier said than done, however, for wolves are not meant to be tamed. Curtis, at that time, could only curse the wild animal within. Even amidst the drunken haze, he could feel his skin prickling and the steady thump, thump, thump of the cluster headache pounding through his entire face. Nobody was speaking, nobody wanted to. Despite the good music, the drinks, they were all going through hell. Justin seemed to be in a similar state to Curtis, and was quietly nursing a beer and nervously tapping his fingers over his leg. He was sat on a sofa across from Curtis, with his father, Cain, sat to his left and his mother, Rowan, to the right. Cain was huffing away on a cigar and sipping whisky, he looked irritable and grouchy but he was holding it together like a man who had been doing this for a lifetime. Rowan was laying on the sofa with her feet resting on Justin's lap. She was normally a very graceful woman who only spoke when there was something worth saying, but lying there she looked tired and old. Curtis' other uncle, Dominic, was sat on an armchair with a beer in his hand. Dominic was the youngest of the three brothers, he had tanned skin and tired eyes, his hair a mess of short, black curls. Despite looking weary, his expression was gentle. He had always been that way since he had became a father, always tired but always grateful for what he had. His two boys weren't there, of course, they were too young to be a part of this. However his wife, Claire, was sat on his lap, her body draped around him in a fitting embrace that seemed to show just how in love they were. Claire wasn't always a werewolf, but she had taken to it like a duck does water. She had long, wavy, dirty blonde hair and she looked strong, despite the difficult time. It was clear to Curtis that she was the pillar that held her family unit together, a wilf and confident woman, a good mother, and a good wife. For a moment Curtis thought of Vivian, but his mind was muddled and he was struggling to focus. He had always wondered what his mother had been like at these events. He remembered very little of her, but what he did remember was that she was gentle and wise. She had never looked at anyone judgmentally, and she was always smiling in the memories he had of her. He couldn't picture her necking back shots of liquor and wishing hateful shit on the world like he was. Curtis craned his head around to look at his father. Sam was stood across the room, resting his back against the wall with his arms folded. Stood not too far away from him was Marcus who, while also enjoying a beer like the rest of them, looked relatively calm. For a long time now, they had all had Marcus pegged to be the next Alpha. Curtis didn't like to think about that. After all if Marcus became the Alpha, it would be because Sam was dead. Hopefully, that would be a long time from now. Sam had caught his eye, and suddenly became alert. He pushed himself away from the wall and eyed Curtis carefully. "It's time." He said, and pointed at his own eyes, "You're showing." At this Curtis stood up, stumbling a little, and caught a look at himself in the mirror. His eyes were a bright yellow. He turned around to look at the rest of the pack, and noticed that each of their eyes had also became yellow. The full moon was out and it's power was coming to a head. Curtis knew what this meant, he had done it enough times now. The pack were slowly getting up, and Sam had made his way to the door and stepped outside. Curtis followed suit, pulling his t-shirt off as he went and throwing it on the floor. He joined his father outside, and was slowly removing his clothes as he did. The rest of the pack were following suit. Being naked in a forest with your entire family is not a comfortable experience. The first time Curtis had joined the pack he had refused to remove his clothes. That night the clothes he had worn had been torn to pieces. He had learned quickly that this was something that the pack had to do. That didn't make it any more comforting though. The alcohol probably helped with this too, he thought. But even now he could feel his senses becoming sharper, the effects of the alcohol fading quickly. The pack gave each other a quick look over, and then they nodded collectively and waited for Sam to guide them. Sam looked up at the sky, and to the full moon overhead. He frowned. Curtis looked up too. "Its...red." Curtis said. The moon in the sky was casting a sinister, crimson glow. He had never seen anything like it. "Nothing to worry about." Sam said. "Probably just some freak meteorological thing. Come on, let's go." The last part had carried the weight of a command with it. Sam's eyes had turned crimson, like the moon, and then he ran off in to the woods, melting in to the darkness. The pack followed, one after the other, they ran. Once Curtis had started running, he knew it would be hard to stop. The tension had reached it's climax, and there was something freeing about running that helped him let go. He knew that in a moment he wouldn't be able to think about his human concerns. He pushed away the pain pulsing through his body. Only running mattered. He could hear his family running around him, he could smell their scent carrying through the air. Then, for a moment, the pain become overwhelming. His body screamed as bones began to break and re-align, muscles tore and re-formed. It became unbearable and in the last moment Curtis let out a scream as he leapt forward through the air. It happened quickly, but for Curtis it had felt slow and agonizing. Mid-leap, his body suddenly exploded in movement, and like a snake shedding it's skin, a wolf emerged from where a boy once was. The wolf was large and covered in thick, black fur. It's paws were as large as human hands, and it's eyes were a piercing yellow. The wolf padded slowly through the forest, it's nose to the ground, suddenly aware of all the new sensations that had appeared. He could smell a hundred different things, and with it a hundred different stories. He knew which animals had passed by this area, and which direction they had left in. The wolf's ears pricked and it raised it's head. Something rustled in the darkness. His head darted to the right quickly, catching something move. He felt an overwhelming urge to give chase, to catch this thing. He almost did, when his attention was entirely taken by a low and deep howl that flowed through the night. More followed, and each was unique and different. They were his kin, and he could identify each by their howl. However the first howl was the important one. It was the one that commanded absolute obedience. The Alpha had called for him. He howled back in return, and then began to move through the forest to where he had heard the sound. He could sense other wolves converging in the area around him. The closer he came to the Alpha the more wolves appeared, until eventually they all stood together, circling and sniffing each other. The pack were mixture of colours, most with the same yellow eyes, except for the Alpha who had crimson eyes. The wolves all sensed the Alpha's heightened awareness. He was more than they were, he comprehended more than they could. If he had called them, then it was time to hunt. The Alpha had found prey, something large enough for them to eat. He licked his lips hungrily and looked searchingly for direction. Standing with the rest of his pack, the wolf felt stronger. Alone they were dangerous, but together they were unstoppable. The Alpha made a chuffing noise and then began walking quickly. The pack followed eagerly, ready to hunt. The wolf was hungry, and in it's eyes there was little on this earth that it did not consider to be prey. And prey was to be killed. The doors to the E.R burst open as a body was pulled along hurriedly on a wheeled stretcher. The form was difficult to decipher. There were deep wounds and gashes, and lots of blood. Nurses rushed to the aid of the Paramedics, as they wheeled the young man through the corridors. It was chaos as people shouted orders at one another, and others rushed to retrieve equipment. Eventually the stretcher disappeared through a set of double doors, leaving only a lone middle-aged man ambling along behind. He was dressed in a policeman's uniform and wore a cowboy hat. The Sheriff had a harrowed expression as he stopped in his tracks, letting out a heavy sigh. "Just what happened to that boy, Sheriff?" A nurse asked as she approached him."Lord knows. We were called out about a traffic accident." The Sheriff said. "Sure enough we found him near his car. It was a wreck. Forensics are sweeping the scene as we speak.""A car accident?" The Nurse said. "But...those wounds. They looked like bite marks!" The Sheriff let out another heavy sigh. "That they do." He said with a sombre nod. "Hard to tell what he got from the crash, he's a mess. But most of the wounds look like teeth marks, maybe claws. It's hard to tell, I haven't seen anything like it before." "But...what could have done that?" The Nurse asked"No idea. Wild cat, maybe a bear." The Sheriff replied, but he didn't sound too convinced by his answer. "Do...do you think it's still on the loose?" The Nurse asked. "Whatever did this...there wasn't any sign of it at the scene." The Sheriff said. "Besides, truth be told I've never seen a bear attack in this town. It's not like 'em to stray out from the forest too much. This is just...barbaric. Rest assured though, I have my best officers on the case. If this is a dangerous animal then we need to deal with it before there are other casualties. Hopefully the boy will wake up. I need to inform his family.""Who is he?" The Nurse asked. "We were lucky we managed to I.D him at all." The Sheriff said. "He's one of the boy's on the college football team, Matt Haynes, Quarterback.""Oh God...that poor boy." The Nurse said, holding her mouth to her hands. "I hope he pulls through.""Me too...although even if he does..." The Sheriff shook his head wearily. "...his football days are over."