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undergrounds2017-05-25 02:10 am
fungi_notpunny) wrote in undergrounds2017-05-25 02:10 am
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May logs for Ellie
1. Wandering in Dangerous Territory, May 17th
The fact of the matter was, Ellie was playing hookie. There wasn’t much of the school year left anyway, and it had been such an...intense year that it had become very hard to care about it. Ellie thought that if her teachers knew she was turning into some angry animal once a month, they’d cut her some slack. Since they didn’t, though, Ellie cut the slack for herself. Generally, she tried to pick a new place every time she skipped, so no one would get suspicious. There were only so many times her story about being new and not having enrolled in school yet would work in the same area--even if school was supposed to finish soon.
So Ellie was kicking around the Thames, heading from Lambeth to Southwark. The market in Greenwich was tempting, more because it was something to do than to buy anything. The walk past the Thames was nice, too, as was getting to see the Globe from the outside.
Ellie looked up at the building. It was old architecture, and it didn’t seem like it should hold anyone. It wasn’t ugly, but it wasn’t something she loved, either. Against the overcast sky, it just looked washed out, as compared to some pictures she had seen, where it was bright against the blue sky.
There were red flags out. Ellie remembered the flags had to do with the play being put on in the globe, but she couldn’t remember what matched with what. Red, black, and white for the flags, and comedies, tragedies, and histories for the plays. Since comedies and tragedies were opposite, maybe those were for the white and black flags? Ellie frowned at her feet contemplatively, kicking at a stone on the sidewalk to see it bounce.
2. Full Moon with No Pack, May 10th
In western Richmond, there were joking rumors about a werewolf. No one actually saw anything, of course, but every now and again horrible sounds had been heard through the streets at night. Most figured they were actually stray dogs, or even cats in heat, but still the jokes persisted.
At about 9:00 on May tenth, Ellie made her preparations for the night. A space on the second floor, with a lobby and four rooms branching off from it. Once it had probably been an office space of some kind, but it had been since abandoned. There were some trees that led to windows which were mostly boarded shut, with a couple of exceptions. Ellie wasn’t worried about the windows--they were probably too high for her to get to. Instead, she pulled the downstairs door shut and locked it. Then Ellie stripped her clothes off and left them, with her knife, in a cabinet which she overturned in front of the door. As a human, she could pick it back up, but it would have to be slid backwards to get at the door, which opened into the room. Ellie thought that unless she broke through the door, it would be fine. It wasn’t great material, but the one downstairs was a little better.
Then, all there was to do was wait.
At 9:30, a dark red wolf slowly staggered to its paws, wincing as her muscles protested. She had hurt, not long ago. She was still hurting, but she made herself move, glancing around in every room. There were many smells, some that smelled like prey, appetizing, but it wasn’t new. That was infuriating--this place was infuriating because she wanted out. Out, to chase and eat and hunt.
The wolf suddenly turned on her paws and raced across the space, jumping at the last moment to slam her shoulder into the boarded up window. Glass broke, and she snarled as it tangled and sliced her, but now she could smell the outside.
Ellie stood on her hind legs to start gnawing at the wood, fury building as she wasn’t able to catch a hold with her teeth. It hurt.
3. On the Subway and Poking Around Werewolf Territory, May 20th
Taking the tube was almost second nature to Ellie. She’d grown up in enough cities that she could navigate well enough, and she’d been wandering around London for months. This was the first time it had ever been nerve wracking. Ellie shifted unhappily as her stop got closer to her destination.
Ellie wasn’t sure if she would actually...talk to anyone yet. She just wanted to get a feel for the area, and try to figure out who was living there. She’d only been given an address, but--hopefully--this would help.
4. Wildcard
Want to write your own starter? Go right ahead!
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He hit the pavement as soon as the moon rose. At first, he found nothing, no signs that there was any wolf roaming the streets. Maybe the rumors had been off. Then he heard it, the unmistakable sounds of a wolf howling its head off. He walked through a few walls into what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. He could hear the sounds of the wolf at it appeared to be gnawing at something. There the little murderer was. Little was key word there too, this one looked smaller than most werewolves.
If Ellie turned around, she'd see the ghost just standing there, hands in his pockets. Curious for wolf senses, there was no scent attached to him. Just a silent presence that seemed to be judging her.
Ellie's not the smartest wolf in the pack. >> or out of it, in this case.
It was only after her gums hurt too much to keep biting that she turned around, ready to try and investigate other ways to get out.
There was a human. Ellie didn't hesitate or stop to use her senses, and instead flung herself at the ghost, fangs flashing and snapping down into his soft belly.
Or, that's what they were supposed to do. Instead, she did nothing but bite at air. Undeterred, Ellie whirled and tried to bite at the figure again, this time going low.
Poor dumb puppy...
Rorschach just let her continue snapping at him. It's not like she could hurt him and better she take it out on him than some innocent bystander. But he greatly disapproved of this little wolf's temper. If she was this bad on her own, he hated to think what she would do if she had the misfortune to get out and run into a person.
He waited for her to get tired, still without saying a word. It's not like it would do much good to talk to her.
She's a very dumb puppy, but we love her anyway
Unhappy, Ellie gave a last growl, but couldn't be bothered to launch herself at it again. There was some bloody foam around her mouth, a mix of the saliva and the lacerations she had in her gums from gnawing on splintered wood. With her bloody shoulder from ramming herself against the window, she looked like a right terror, even so young and gangly. The wolf gave a last growl and slowly circled around the figure to investigate the door. It didn't smell as tempting as the windows, but it was interesting.
/Pets her with a ten foot pole
He faded out as she turned her attention from him. It wasn't worth the effort to keep manifesting if she was moving onto something else. He followed her over to where she was now trying the door. Shaking his head, he sat down on the overturned cabinet blocking the way, watching her once again.
Had she deliberately placed this here so she couldn't get out? Smart werewolf.
she'd probably try to eat it tbh
And ruining her claws.
Ellie finally stopped, when, as before, her paws hurt too much. She pulled away from the door and began to lick her paws, starting with the left and moving to the right.
Something howled in the distance. Ellie's ears pricked and then flattened, and she responded, longer but higher pitched than the howl in the distance.
It responded, and Ellie bared her teeth, before starting to pace around despite her bloody paws. She was limping, but didn't seem to notice as she patrolled the office space, marking her territory in a few spaces, like it would keep the apparent challenger away.
A couple of laps later, Ellie settled in the middle of the room, staring at the door with fierce intensity as she lapped at her wounds.
Something shuddered down her spine, the first hint that dawn would be soon. Ellie growled and stood up, feeling unsettled and angry. She turned away from the door, slinking to the wall across from it.
Then she wheeled about and rushed the door, head braced for impact.
The wood buckled and sagged outward, a head-sized hole in the wood. She staggered backwards and managed to fall off of the cabinet, tumbling backwards and hitting the floor, dazed.
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When the other wolf howled in the distance, Rorschach finally looked up. This wolf might have been looked up, but that one might have been free. He disappeared through the wall, trying to pinpoint the sound of the howling. It was clearly too far away for him to reach on foot, and by the time he reached it, it would be likely that the wolf would already be gone.
He returned inside to go back to watching the little wolf. He could see the sky beginning to grow lighter. It wouldn't be long now. He expected the night would end quietly enough....and then she charged the door with a headbutt. That finally got the first word out of the ghost all night. "Shit."
He got up to see if the werewolf had broken her head clean open.
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There was blood where the door had cut her, but there were no dents or signs of an obvious fracture. Just blood that was already starting to clot on her fur. Ellie exhaled heavily and licked at a paw, before rubbing at her head as best she could, some instinct driving her to try and clean it as best she could.
A visible shudder ran down her spine, and she stopped in mid-motion, whimpering softly.
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But dawn was almost there, the skies outside beginning to lighten up even further, so that should have prevented any other bright attempts to try and break out of this place.
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The werewolf transformation was something awful and agonizing, at least for Ellie. It really wasn't meant to be seen, either. The body had to transform in bizarre and horrific ways to accommodate for the changes, and it hurt. Ellie had never slept as a wolf, and didn't know that it could help ease the pain, or at least forget it. So during the whole transformation she was awake--writhing, howling and screaming to try and soothe some of the pain wracking her body.
Somewhere on the more human end, Ellie rolled over and dry-heaved, but she didn't bring anything up. She just felt godawful. This was the worst part, because she could remember the tail-end of the transformation. What her nails felt like smoothing out. How her tail shrunk back into her body.
Ellie took a few minutes to lay face-down on the floor, panting and crying. Before these transformations, she hadn't cried from pain for a long time. But these made her cry every time.
But stronger than the pain was the anxiety around being undressed. It made her skin crawl almost as badly as right before the change. Ellie got to all fours and crawled to the cabinet, pulling at it to dislodge it from against the door.
Her fingers let red smears. Ellie grimaced and very carefully didn't look at her hands as she opened the cabinet, dragging her backpack out and pulling on the ratty clothes she'd brought, just for this. It was only once she pulled on the tank and boxers that she dared look down at her hands.
A drop of blood fell from her head into her palms.
"What the fuck, wolf?" Ellie asked her hands. The nails were torn, almost off the beds. Now that the pain from the change was fading, she could feel her head throbbing. "Shit."
The tank let her birthmark be seen, a strange bubbled pattern on Ellie's skin.
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Rorschach pointedly looked away as soon as she was more human than wolf. He had all the sensibilities about nudity as a Victorian old maid. Besides, she was a woman, and he'd always had a lot of issues regarding naked women in general. Comically, he even covered his eyes as he heard her moving around, hopefully putting on something to cover herself up with.
When he opened his eyes back up, he got a bit of a shock. His voice rumbled out as he approached her. "You're just a little girl." How had a little girl killed someone to become a werewolf? He wasn't sure he wanted to know.