Post by Jacob Sullivan on Nov 17, 2011 20:24:57 GMT -8
October 14th, 12:14am
Just a city boy, born and raised in South Detroit...he took the midnight train goin' aaaaneee-wheeeerre...
Cedric mentally apologized to Journey for butchering the song. Yes, he had been singing mentally, but there was a reason that he preferred techno to words that had actual lyrics. Howl, he may do well, sing, he could not. He felt good. Tired, but good. His muscles ached from neck to feet, as was typical after the full moon. Scotland was his preferred romping ground in his wolf form. Not only was the landscape beautiful, there was enough of it unpopulated that he didn't worry about eating someone.
Cedric squirmed in his seat. Trains weren't the most comfortable form of transport, but the long ride to London gave him time to wind down after his excursion into the wilds. Unlike the other werewolves of the Syndicate, he didn't feel any particular urge to hunt down and bite humans. He felt that this lack of urge gave him permission to be out of the closed-down district for the evening as a monthly holiday. Sometimes, he stayed, but sometimes he just felt the urge to run.
I seen her in a smokey room, smell of wine and-...wolf.
Cedric stiffened in his seat. There was another wolf aboard the train. Near? Maybe. With the circulated air, it would be hard to pinpoint the other...why did he feel the need to seek the other out? Cedric couldn't answer that question. Still, the hair on the back of his neck raised and he had to supress a growl. Casually, he stretched and used the motion to quickly scan the other occupants of the compartment.