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Coltons Odd Encounter Sr Sophie 241215
In the depths of Moore Woods under a snow-draped full moon night, Colton, in his wolf form, sensed turmoil within his pack. A violent skirmish between family members, Mace and his son Randy, drew Colton's immediate attention. Despite the peaceful ethos of the pack under the moon's influence, Mace's aggression was unprecedented, provoking Colton to intervene. The confrontation deepened as Colton, recognizing the abnormal ferocity in Mace's actions, including uncharacteristic blue eyes, found himself forced to combat his uncle's inexplicable fury. Communicating through a primal form of electropathy with his mother, Colton prepared for a regrettable battle, marking a violation of their kin's unwritten code to never harm one another.
As the struggle intensified, with Randy and other pack members looking on anxiously, the arrival of pack matriarch Mama Moore and her howls momentarily distracted Mace, only for his assault to resume with renewed vigor. In a climactic twist, Pam, Mace's mate, intervened with a ferocious attack, subduing him with a display of dominance that seemed to break through his frenzy, returning his eyes to their natural color and demeanor to one of remorse. Mace's internal struggle and eventual submission brought immediate relief and reconciliation within the pack, as demonstrated by the collective celebration that followed. This resolution underscored the strong bonds of family and hierarchy within the pack, alongside the mysterious influence that had momentarily disrupted their unity.
(Colton's odd encounter(SRSophie):SRSophie)
[Sat Dec 14 2024]
In Moore Woods
It is night, about 29F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, and all Colton(wolf)'s as the wolf runs through the forest, downy flakes of snow drifting down the dark sky. The light of the round, full moon is ever-present, the silver lining upon dark gray stormclouds when they attempt to obscure it, and the woods are alive with creatures of the night, the howling of another wolf of Colton(wolf)'s pack in the distance reaching his ears, urging his instincts onwards, instincts spurring him on to tilt his head back and call out as loud as he can, let the world know of his presence, feel the tiny creatures with their rapid hearts scurry away, begging to be chased down, begging for his teeth ripping through their throats, begging for--
There's a scuffle in the distance, the sound of pained whines followed by aggressive barking. Two of his family, his pack, snapping at each other violently enough that he can /hear/ the blood splatter upon grass before the smell reaches his nose. More howling sounds into the night. Something's going on.
Well, that's not ideal. Colton(wolf) keeps few rules or restrictions while under the influence of the full moon, but he does not hurt his family, and most of them follow the same code. There's a chance that this is just a couple of the kids and their first time dealing with it... but their parents should be involved, in that case. The golden-eyed wolf lopes on ahead, pausing just long enough to loose a short howl to announce his approach, then moves for his family. If some threat to his blood dares to wander their woods under the full moon, then more the fucking fool them.
Not ideal indeed. There's no unfamiliar scents in the forest as he lopes his way through the trees towards his family, the cold smell of winter flakes reaching his nose beneath the sharp iron tang of blood that leaves a trail he can almost see, no doubt at all about where the action is happening.
There's a circle of wolves in a clearing, most of them hunched over defensively, some of them with teeth bared, low growls rumbling in their throats - self-soothing ones instead of aggressive ones, for the most part. There's uncertainty abound, and it's all too clear where it originates from as soon as Colton(wolf) lays eyes upon the center of the circle.
A familiar wolf, large and strong and chocolate-hued, with a scar running down his left eye, bares his teeth at another, a smaller male who drips blood from his shoulder. The smaller one has his ears laying low, crouched with his tail tucked between his legs, trying not to set off the larger one any more. They're both family, immediately recognizable, his mom's cousin Mace and his son Randy - though Colton(wolf)'s never known either of them to be aggressive towards each other, even on the full moon.
Mace turns his attention away from the smaller wolf and towards Colton(wolf) at his arrival as the other Moores step aside to let him in, his teeth bared, his eyes pale and gleaming blue under the moonlight, and makes a leap right for Colton(wolf) - straight for his throat, seeming feral for all intents and purposes.
Colton(wolf) liked Uncle Mace well enough. He'd been a part of family fishing trips, family camping trips, family cook-outs. Even if the pair weren't the closest, Colton(wolf) knew the older Moore had his back if it came to trouble, especially when he'd been a kid. But he wasn't a kid anymore, and he'd long outstripped Mace in terms of prowess. It's his confidence in his own abilities that helps Colton(wolf) keep his lunacy in check - if he were more afraid of Mace, who knows what might pull itself loose from the ex-military wolf? Instead he simply steps forward and turns sidelong into his uncle, using his shoulder as a butt to knock his family away and protect his neck from flashing fangs. He lets out a quiet growl in warning, letting his feelings ripple outwards through his pack.
There is security in his presence, some fears dissuaded, but restlessness pervades still through the pack, half a dozen of them watching with tails tucked low, ready to step in if things escalate to dangerous levels, their own concern filtering through to Colton(wolf) through the pack bond. What doesn't filter through, curiously enough, is anything at all from Mace himself.
He's had respect for Colton(wolf) too - Mace had been one of the stronger ones, a cornerstone of the pack, steady and reliable and-... well, not /this/. He'd taken a silver knife through the eye for his son once when the kid was younger, born a wolf, less understanding of what is and isn't acceptable in public. They'd doted over Randy, him and his wife both, kept him safe--
There's no keeping anyone safe here right now. The brown wolf is knocked away for only a second before he's back at it, snapping his teeth at Colton(wolf) with saliva dripping, growling deep in his chest, eyes wide and bloodthirsty, a coldness radiating from him that Colton(wolf)'s never seen from his family. No feelings drift back. He's never had blue eyes before.
Hackles rising with apprehension, Colton(wolf) darts back and begins to circle around his uncle, sending Mama Mary a brief, basic message through his electropathy:
Something wrong with Mace. Have to fight him.
And so he does, ducking low and launching himself at the older Moore in an instant. Mace was a primalist; a bigger, stronger wolf. Colton(wolf) had considerably more skill, though, and a shitload more experience in fighting against his own kind than most werewolves. Fighting against a packmate turns his stomach something fierce, though. He didn't want to hurt Mace - especially with Randy watching.
Randy's worried. He's watching with those big sad eyes, his wounded shoulder not bleeding as much anymore even if his fur remains matted in blood, and there's a low whine escaping him like a sad little puppy when Mace and Colton(wolf) go for each other, one going for the throat even if Colton(wolf)'s trying to keep from harming Mace too much.
In the distance, not too long after, there's another set of howls that reach their ears. All of them would recognize Mama Moore's howl, of course, and the other female wolves join in with her, not too far away.
Mace pauses for just a second, his ears pricking up, and then his aggression renews itself, the larger wolf making use of his bulk to throw himself bodily at Colton(wolf), trying to tear his throat out before the rest of the pack gets here. Some of the others nearby let out alarmed yips, tensing up further, one of Colton(wolf)'s younger cousins looking like he's going to step in--
And then there's a blur of darkness streaking through the trees and right for Mace, an even larger, black wolf throwing herself at him with enough force that both of them go rolling across the snow-flecked ground. She ends on top, her teeth close to Mace's throat, bared in a growl - it's his wife, of course, aunt Pam as Colton(wolf) knows her, who clearly isn't taking any shit from Mace today, especially now that he's drawn blood from their darling boy.
For a moment, it looks as though Mace might snap back... and then the glassiness in his eyes recedes, going back to their usual brown-gold. He slumps beneath his wife-and-mate, letting out a quiet little whine, baring his neck in submission.
His feelings filter through, finally, snapping back into place in the pack. Confusion. Apology. So much apology. Not him. He would never. Regret. Regretregretregretregret. He's so sorry-
Randy throws himself at him, and so do another half dozen of the other wolves, the woods filling with joyous yipping and woofing.
As the struggle intensified, with Randy and other pack members looking on anxiously, the arrival of pack matriarch Mama Moore and her howls momentarily distracted Mace, only for his assault to resume with renewed vigor. In a climactic twist, Pam, Mace's mate, intervened with a ferocious attack, subduing him with a display of dominance that seemed to break through his frenzy, returning his eyes to their natural color and demeanor to one of remorse. Mace's internal struggle and eventual submission brought immediate relief and reconciliation within the pack, as demonstrated by the collective celebration that followed. This resolution underscored the strong bonds of family and hierarchy within the pack, alongside the mysterious influence that had momentarily disrupted their unity.
(Colton's odd encounter(SRSophie):SRSophie)
[Sat Dec 14 2024]
In Moore Woods
It is night, about 29F(-1C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds. It's snowing. There is a waxing gibbous moon.
(Your target is possessed by an angry spirit that is forcing them to act out and putting themselves and/or others at risk. They must either defeat it or find a way to calm it down.
)
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, and all Colton(wolf)'s as the wolf runs through the forest, downy flakes of snow drifting down the dark sky. The light of the round, full moon is ever-present, the silver lining upon dark gray stormclouds when they attempt to obscure it, and the woods are alive with creatures of the night, the howling of another wolf of Colton(wolf)'s pack in the distance reaching his ears, urging his instincts onwards, instincts spurring him on to tilt his head back and call out as loud as he can, let the world know of his presence, feel the tiny creatures with their rapid hearts scurry away, begging to be chased down, begging for his teeth ripping through their throats, begging for--
There's a scuffle in the distance, the sound of pained whines followed by aggressive barking. Two of his family, his pack, snapping at each other violently enough that he can /hear/ the blood splatter upon grass before the smell reaches his nose. More howling sounds into the night. Something's going on.
Well, that's not ideal. Colton(wolf) keeps few rules or restrictions while under the influence of the full moon, but he does not hurt his family, and most of them follow the same code. There's a chance that this is just a couple of the kids and their first time dealing with it... but their parents should be involved, in that case. The golden-eyed wolf lopes on ahead, pausing just long enough to loose a short howl to announce his approach, then moves for his family. If some threat to his blood dares to wander their woods under the full moon, then more the fucking fool them.
Not ideal indeed. There's no unfamiliar scents in the forest as he lopes his way through the trees towards his family, the cold smell of winter flakes reaching his nose beneath the sharp iron tang of blood that leaves a trail he can almost see, no doubt at all about where the action is happening.
There's a circle of wolves in a clearing, most of them hunched over defensively, some of them with teeth bared, low growls rumbling in their throats - self-soothing ones instead of aggressive ones, for the most part. There's uncertainty abound, and it's all too clear where it originates from as soon as Colton(wolf) lays eyes upon the center of the circle.
A familiar wolf, large and strong and chocolate-hued, with a scar running down his left eye, bares his teeth at another, a smaller male who drips blood from his shoulder. The smaller one has his ears laying low, crouched with his tail tucked between his legs, trying not to set off the larger one any more. They're both family, immediately recognizable, his mom's cousin Mace and his son Randy - though Colton(wolf)'s never known either of them to be aggressive towards each other, even on the full moon.
Mace turns his attention away from the smaller wolf and towards Colton(wolf) at his arrival as the other Moores step aside to let him in, his teeth bared, his eyes pale and gleaming blue under the moonlight, and makes a leap right for Colton(wolf) - straight for his throat, seeming feral for all intents and purposes.
Colton(wolf) liked Uncle Mace well enough. He'd been a part of family fishing trips, family camping trips, family cook-outs. Even if the pair weren't the closest, Colton(wolf) knew the older Moore had his back if it came to trouble, especially when he'd been a kid. But he wasn't a kid anymore, and he'd long outstripped Mace in terms of prowess. It's his confidence in his own abilities that helps Colton(wolf) keep his lunacy in check - if he were more afraid of Mace, who knows what might pull itself loose from the ex-military wolf? Instead he simply steps forward and turns sidelong into his uncle, using his shoulder as a butt to knock his family away and protect his neck from flashing fangs. He lets out a quiet growl in warning, letting his feelings ripple outwards through his pack.
There is security in his presence, some fears dissuaded, but restlessness pervades still through the pack, half a dozen of them watching with tails tucked low, ready to step in if things escalate to dangerous levels, their own concern filtering through to Colton(wolf) through the pack bond. What doesn't filter through, curiously enough, is anything at all from Mace himself.
He's had respect for Colton(wolf) too - Mace had been one of the stronger ones, a cornerstone of the pack, steady and reliable and-... well, not /this/. He'd taken a silver knife through the eye for his son once when the kid was younger, born a wolf, less understanding of what is and isn't acceptable in public. They'd doted over Randy, him and his wife both, kept him safe--
There's no keeping anyone safe here right now. The brown wolf is knocked away for only a second before he's back at it, snapping his teeth at Colton(wolf) with saliva dripping, growling deep in his chest, eyes wide and bloodthirsty, a coldness radiating from him that Colton(wolf)'s never seen from his family. No feelings drift back. He's never had blue eyes before.
Hackles rising with apprehension, Colton(wolf) darts back and begins to circle around his uncle, sending Mama Mary a brief, basic message through his electropathy:
Something wrong with Mace. Have to fight him.
And so he does, ducking low and launching himself at the older Moore in an instant. Mace was a primalist; a bigger, stronger wolf. Colton(wolf) had considerably more skill, though, and a shitload more experience in fighting against his own kind than most werewolves. Fighting against a packmate turns his stomach something fierce, though. He didn't want to hurt Mace - especially with Randy watching.
Randy's worried. He's watching with those big sad eyes, his wounded shoulder not bleeding as much anymore even if his fur remains matted in blood, and there's a low whine escaping him like a sad little puppy when Mace and Colton(wolf) go for each other, one going for the throat even if Colton(wolf)'s trying to keep from harming Mace too much.
In the distance, not too long after, there's another set of howls that reach their ears. All of them would recognize Mama Moore's howl, of course, and the other female wolves join in with her, not too far away.
Mace pauses for just a second, his ears pricking up, and then his aggression renews itself, the larger wolf making use of his bulk to throw himself bodily at Colton(wolf), trying to tear his throat out before the rest of the pack gets here. Some of the others nearby let out alarmed yips, tensing up further, one of Colton(wolf)'s younger cousins looking like he's going to step in--
And then there's a blur of darkness streaking through the trees and right for Mace, an even larger, black wolf throwing herself at him with enough force that both of them go rolling across the snow-flecked ground. She ends on top, her teeth close to Mace's throat, bared in a growl - it's his wife, of course, aunt Pam as Colton(wolf) knows her, who clearly isn't taking any shit from Mace today, especially now that he's drawn blood from their darling boy.
For a moment, it looks as though Mace might snap back... and then the glassiness in his eyes recedes, going back to their usual brown-gold. He slumps beneath his wife-and-mate, letting out a quiet little whine, baring his neck in submission.
His feelings filter through, finally, snapping back into place in the pack. Confusion. Apology. So much apology. Not him. He would never. Regret. Regretregretregretregret. He's so sorry-
Randy throws himself at him, and so do another half dozen of the other wolves, the woods filling with joyous yipping and woofing.