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Winter held Joshua's hands while he recovered. It drove away every distraction that would stop him from doing what it took to survive. It saved his life. When he was strong enough to climb out of the ravine he'd been thrown into it lead him to his first tracks in the snow. It gave him the cover he needed to secure his first kill.
Winter could not stay forever.
With it gone and Joshua once more in control of himself, things aren't as easy as they were. He often waits until the hunger gets to be maddening before he lets himself hunt. It's easier that way, keeps him from thinking about what he's doing. About clawed hands rending hide and sinew apart as sure as his fangs drew blood. If he thinks he hesitates. Ends up getting hurt and losing his meal. He's still getting used to all of this. He doesn't like it, but he's surviving.
It's the time spent in between hunts that's the worst. Time when his mind is brutally clear. He scrubs himself as clean as he can get in those moments. Laments over everything that's brought him here. The tiny shack in the woods he once used to call home has become so again. Still nothing more than four walls and a dirt floor but it's his. A place where he can retreat to when stronger hunters are nearby. A tiny territory all his own for him to claim.
It's lonely. It's hard. But it's home.
((Open to Josh's friends if they'd like to catch up with him.))
Winter could not stay forever.
With it gone and Joshua once more in control of himself, things aren't as easy as they were. He often waits until the hunger gets to be maddening before he lets himself hunt. It's easier that way, keeps him from thinking about what he's doing. About clawed hands rending hide and sinew apart as sure as his fangs drew blood. If he thinks he hesitates. Ends up getting hurt and losing his meal. He's still getting used to all of this. He doesn't like it, but he's surviving.
It's the time spent in between hunts that's the worst. Time when his mind is brutally clear. He scrubs himself as clean as he can get in those moments. Laments over everything that's brought him here. The tiny shack in the woods he once used to call home has become so again. Still nothing more than four walls and a dirt floor but it's his. A place where he can retreat to when stronger hunters are nearby. A tiny territory all his own for him to claim.
It's lonely. It's hard. But it's home.
((Open to Josh's friends if they'd like to catch up with him.))
I think that's a wrap?
Date: 2019-06-12 08:55 pm (UTC)From:Maybe it's better for him to cut this off.
"I'll try to leave a ssssign if it's a Bad Day."
Sure!
Date: 2019-06-13 02:16 am (UTC)From:"We'll figure somethin' out," he says, trying to sound reassuring and like he knows what he's talking about. He doesn't. He's just bound and determined to try. "You know where to find me if you need anything I can get you. Or, you know. Just to talk."
He won't stay, though he makes sure his retreat is slow and casual. You don't run from a predator. You don't act like prey. He knows that much, at least.