[ Steve needs to stop staring at the moon, it's doing nobody any good to have his howls booming out without warning whenever the uncontrollable urge takes over. It's not until he's in his and Eddie's room with the curtains closed that he lets out something like a sigh of relief, then a huge yawn that squeals a little when his tongue curls up, licking his lips. He itches his muzzle and paces forward on the weird legs that grew in the alley, claws clicking on the floor until he sits on the edge of the bed and stares ahead into a mirror on a cabinet, ears up in alarm. He looks like a german shepherd on steroids, he thinks, whuffing under his breath in what would have been a curse.
It smells so good in this room in particular, however, so his wolf-related anxieties are simmering. He can think for himself, knows himself and those around him, but it's becoming all a little too simple. Mate, he thinks of Eddie's scent, and Mine in the same thought. He shakes his head, pawed hand rubbing the side of his skull.
Now that the moon is put away, Steve only has one other real focus and he watches him with golden-hazel eyes. ]
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4th wall event; werewolf night.
Date: 2022-08-20 09:23 pm (UTC)It smells so good in this room in particular, however, so his wolf-related anxieties are simmering. He can think for himself, knows himself and those around him, but it's becoming all a little too simple. Mate, he thinks of Eddie's scent, and Mine in the same thought. He shakes his head, pawed hand rubbing the side of his skull.
Now that the moon is put away, Steve only has one other real focus and he watches him with golden-hazel eyes. ]