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Event Six.

If you see this hairy creature
Your first choice should always be to run
Otherwise you had better hope
You have silver bullets in a gun.

he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting.

But as the howl of wolves fills the air, it's anything but.

There are werewolves on the prowl, and their target is very clear -- the Town won't be able to last without your help.

Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post.

You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[Stress baking sounds right. Keith barely registers that Hunk's voice is coming from there instead of his bedroom. He's too busy staring at his hands which are decidedly not human right now. Why. What.

But Hunk appears in his doorway and Keith turns a wide-eyed look up at him, the newly acquired ears atop his head twitching in agitation.]

Something... is wrong.

[For the record.]

...

[What. What are those.

They're moving. Hunk's staring, his mouth falling open as his brain decides to pipe up and comment that tetanus was probably not his biggest concern after all.]

Keith, you've... uh. You've got ears. And-- [Holy quiznak his hands oh god is he turning into one of those werewolves? There's a jerk of nerves right in his stomach, worry just... intensifying. So much for being soothed by his stress baking.]

I know... I...

[Yeah tetanus is the least of his worries at this point. He doesn't know what to do at this point honestly. But he feel strange. Really strange, and that's unsettling. He takes a step back from Hunk.]

...it's probably not safe for me to stay here. Don't werewolves usually go all feral and blood crazy?

I don't know?

[Hunk's still staring at him, though his eyebrows twitch at not safe for me to stay here. Hm. Hmm.] I mean, for the ones outside maybe but, like... isn't this different? [Ughhhh he groans.] I don't know at all.

But, uh. Keith. Don't do anything hasty, okay buddy?

[OKAY? He knows he's talking to the Lord of Hasty but.]

I don't know either...

[But it's probably better to be safe than sorry, isn't it? What if he hurts someone else? What if he--

Keith takes a breath and looks back to Hunk.]

I can't just stay here! When I could be a threat to everyone... to you!

[You're his friend, Hunk!]

[Yeah, Keith's definitely got the idea in his head that he should leave, doesn't he? Of course Hunk is nervous, afraid even, but more than that...]

I'm way more afraid of what'd happen if you left!

[Really. Really, he is.]

Let's just take a breath and think about this. Come up with a plan.

[Of course he does. Leaving is sort of his go-to at the moment. And he really can't bear the idea of putting the people he cares about in danger because of him, and Hunk is right at the top of that list. But. Okay.

A pause. A breath.]

Leaving is a plan though.

[Hunk purses his lips, eyebrows furrowing.]

I don't like that plan.

[BLUNTLY. He didn't like it the first time Keith left, and he sure doesn't like it now!]

What's the other choice though?

[Keith's ears sag, betraying the fact that he's not exactly thrilled about it either.]

Hunk. I have paws.

[Why. This.]

Stay here and we'll figure it out! Somehow! I mean, maybe it's only temporary and you'll be back to normal by tomorrow.

I mean, if it comes to it and you get wolfy urges we can lock you in your room or... something.

[He doesn't want to say "tie you up" because they're not there yet. He coughs at the mention of paws, looking at Keith with the utmost sympathy. His eyes say I know you do.]

[He'd feel better about the tying up thing. At least right now he would. Wait until the moon is a little higher, and his blood is up, and his blood lust is up. For now at least he's still rational and coherent.

But he frowns.] ...for now I'll stay. But if it gets worse, I'm getting out of here.

Like I said. No hasty decisions, we'll figure it out together. Team orange, remember?

[He gently knocks a fist into his own chest and then forward against Keith's, gazing at Keith seriously.]

Yeah. Team orange... I know.

[He does. But. He also is still keeping the option of removing himself from anywhere he could be a danger. Because he won't be the reason people he cares about gets hurt! He can't. It keeps repeating over and over in his head.]

So... then what do we do? I can't even wield a sword like this.

So-- So, for now, we'll stay in? Think about this a bit? It's got to be reversible, right, there's no way something like this can come on so quickly. I mean, you're not even full wolf.

[He looks Keith over with furrowed brows, his lips pressed tightly together.

Cure. There must be.]

I don't know. This... this shouldn't even be possible. But here we are.

[And honestly he can feel it starting at the back of his throat, a thirst that he doesn't know what to make of. He doesn't like it.

So for the moment he tries to push it down and ignore it.]

This is kind of out of my realm of expertise.

[It's not "hitting things with a sword" or "flying" so. Keith's got nothing.]

Yeah, um... same.

[Hunk sheepishly rubs the side of his neck, shaking his head.]

Man. I kinda wish we had some Altean cryopods right now.

I don't even know if those would help. It's not like I'm injured. I'm just... changed.

[And it's uncomfortable and he hates it. He shakes his head.] I think I need a drink. My throat feels strange.

Drink! Right. C'mon, I'll get you some water.

[He turns promptly, all about that. It's... something. Small. But still something.]

Yeah. Water.

[He echoes, moving to follow along after Hunk. But... the problem is he's not thinking about water.

He's thinking about the fact that he can smell the blood in his friend's veins. That hasn't consciously registered as thought yet, or he'd be horrified. Give it time.]

Thanks.

No problem. Uhh, hope you can hold it okay.

[He dunks a cup into the usual reserve of well water, offering it to Keith.

Nothing wrong, right Keith? Everything's muy normal.

So normal.]

I'll manage...

[With his stupid paws. He sighs and steps in to take the glass, carefully, managing not to drop it. He even gets a sip of the water, but.

That's not what he wants.

He's standing close to Hunk. He can hear his heartbeat. Should he be able to hear his heartbeat? WHh is it so loud suddenly? It's deafeningly loud, and that seems strange]

[Hunk is, well, he's hovering! Because he's worried!

Hands lifted and everything in case Keith needs a hand because of... of his paws.

He's thoroughly oblivious to anything amiss. There's a lot of distracting shit right now, okay?]

[Keith sips at the water again before frowning at it. No. That's definitely not it. He looks up at Hunk, and something in his eyes change, and maybe it's the wolf thing or maybe it's the wolf thing amplifying his Galra heritage but his eyes flash yellow, pupils slitting.

The glass drops, but before it even hits the floor, Keith is on Hunk, snarling, lunging, teeth bared, leaping and sinking those teeth right into Hunk's neck, hard enough to break the skin. ...probably harder if it didn't hit him all at once what he's doing.]

[Hunk wouldn't notice if he weren't, well, doing the fretting thing. As it is, he sees the exact instant those eyes change and he freezes, startled, his hand still hovering in mid-air ready to do something.

Except, holy--

He now knows what it's like to be too shocked to make a sound because he vaguely hears the shattering of glass before his body jerks, reacting to the pain instinctively. And, well, in his haste to do something, he falls back, the chairs behind him clattering every which way as, yeah, he hits the floor with a thud.]

[Keith follows him down, so that he winds up more or less on top of Hunk, pinning him down, drawing back with blood-dripping teeth still bared. But as obvious as it was when his eyes shifted, it's just as obvious when it hits him what he's done.

His eyes widen and he chokes on the sound that tries to escape, scrambling back and away from Hunk, staring at him in horror.]

...I'm... I didn't... I'm sorry...

[That's all he's got. He's too dangerous to stay here. He can taste Hunk's blood and he wants more of it, and that's all there is. He's making a break for the door and won't stop running until he's reached the woods.]

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