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arcanarumlogs2012-09-06 04:11 pm
get_the_win) wrote in arcanarumlogs2012-09-06 04:11 pm
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Waking up cought in a dream
Who: Domon Kasshu and his housemates.
What: Domon wakes up after sleeping for several days as a result of his forced transformation into the werewolf.
When: Late afternoon on November 4th
Where: His house in the Rose district.
Warnings: Angst. Possibly some mild language. Actually Kaine will be in this so make that lots of not-so-mild language.
Domon awoke groggy and disoriented. A side affect of transforming into the werewolf that he was becoming much too familiar with. He stayed still long enough to collect his thoughts. But when the wolf's memories came back, he wished he'd been allowed to forget for once.
He sat bolt upright in his bed, breathing heavily. His worst fears had come true. He'd hurt people. The Rulers had forced him to turn into that thing and he'd hurt people. He'd injured a kid he'd promised to protect and killed another that had been kind to him...
It made him feel sick. He tried to get out of bed but lost his balance, catching himself on his bedside table and making it rattle loudly. He was obviously in shock. The wolf-traits that had been mostly immobile up until now were suddenly betraying his mental state, ears folded tight against his skull and tail fur fluffed. He brought his left hand up and just... stared at it like he expected to grow claws again at any moment.
If any of his housemates heard the noise and decide to come check on him, that's likely the state they'll find him in.
What: Domon wakes up after sleeping for several days as a result of his forced transformation into the werewolf.
When: Late afternoon on November 4th
Where: His house in the Rose district.
Warnings: Angst. Possibly some mild language. Actually Kaine will be in this so make that lots of not-so-mild language.
Domon awoke groggy and disoriented. A side affect of transforming into the werewolf that he was becoming much too familiar with. He stayed still long enough to collect his thoughts. But when the wolf's memories came back, he wished he'd been allowed to forget for once.
He sat bolt upright in his bed, breathing heavily. His worst fears had come true. He'd hurt people. The Rulers had forced him to turn into that thing and he'd hurt people. He'd injured a kid he'd promised to protect and killed another that had been kind to him...
It made him feel sick. He tried to get out of bed but lost his balance, catching himself on his bedside table and making it rattle loudly. He was obviously in shock. The wolf-traits that had been mostly immobile up until now were suddenly betraying his mental state, ears folded tight against his skull and tail fur fluffed. He brought his left hand up and just... stared at it like he expected to grow claws again at any moment.
If any of his housemates heard the noise and decide to come check on him, that's likely the state they'll find him in.