Event Six.

[awashmods]

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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[lonered]

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.

[atomicals]

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

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

[lonered]

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.

[atomicals]

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.]

[lonered]

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]

[atomicals]

[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?]

[lonered]

[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.]

[atomicals]

[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.]

[lonered]

[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.]

[atomicals]

[It's still kind of processing, between the pain and the falling and the uh everything and Hunk gasps as Keith pulls back. He stares up at him as his neck throbs repeatedly but--]

Ke--

[He coughs mid-forming of the word, rising quickly as his head spins, floor lurching under him. Oh, dammit! What did he just say! Talk before making any hasty decisions!

...But, by the time he gets to his feet, hand holding a cloth to the bleeding bite marks on his neck, Keith is long gone.]