[ It's only his second shift, and Carl doesn't think it will get any less painful, like his body is boiling from the inside out. Sharp points of pain as his body contorts and changes. Into what, he still doesn't quite understand- can't seem to wrap his head around it past the pain and the instinct and the power. He feels powerful, in a way he'd never experienced before. Senses are heightened so much it's an overload most of the time. There's too much going on that it's hard to string things together in a way that makes sense.
It should never have come to this. He still doesn't know what he did to deserve the bite-- no. The attack. He got more than just a bite to the shoulder that night. The mangled remnants of his right eye throb in remembrance of it. Vision skewed, he has to be careful as he darts through the heavily wooded area since his depth perception is off. He doesn't even know where he is, though something in the back of his head says north. How much, he doesn't know. As soon as that godawful shift had happened and he could see past the pain, he'd taken off. Running as fast as his feet could carry him. It didn't matter where, so long as he was far away from that asshole.
One thing is certain. He's hungry. Needs to sink his teeth into something before the night is out. He's only managed to catch small mammals, but nothing satisfied him. Nothing satisfied the monster that's lurking just under his skin now. A branch snaps somewhere close and the hackles raise as his attention swings in that direction. Fight or flight is starting to kick in, and he doesn't know which urge is stronger.
The urge to fight wins out and he skulks toward the noise, head dipped low. The faintest hints of daylight are starting to peek through the gaps in the trees, but for now, there's still time for a kill. ]
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Date: 2018-02-18 05:47 am (UTC)It should never have come to this. He still doesn't know what he did to deserve the bite-- no. The attack. He got more than just a bite to the shoulder that night. The mangled remnants of his right eye throb in remembrance of it. Vision skewed, he has to be careful as he darts through the heavily wooded area since his depth perception is off. He doesn't even know where he is, though something in the back of his head says north. How much, he doesn't know. As soon as that godawful shift had happened and he could see past the pain, he'd taken off. Running as fast as his feet could carry him. It didn't matter where, so long as he was far away from that asshole.
One thing is certain. He's hungry. Needs to sink his teeth into something before the night is out. He's only managed to catch small mammals, but nothing satisfied him. Nothing satisfied the monster that's lurking just under his skin now. A branch snaps somewhere close and the hackles raise as his attention swings in that direction. Fight or flight is starting to kick in, and he doesn't know which urge is stronger.
The urge to fight wins out and he skulks toward the noise, head dipped low. The faintest hints of daylight are starting to peek through the gaps in the trees, but for now, there's still time for a kill. ]