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heresyandlace[he's been here for months, and not once has he shifted to take on his true form. He still has time before he really needs to, but... it's maybe starting to get to him now. The restlessness that has been needling him for the past few weeks is getting harder to remedy. He can't sleep, aggression is perpetually crawling in his veins...
...and damn is he hungry.
And he's sure he only ate a day or two ago. He must be burning up energy reserves like kindling. So... down to the kitchen he goes. Again.
He's distracted, only half paying attention to himself as he stands in front of the fridge, door hanging open and letting the cold air out while he thinks. He needs protein, but there's no meat. He cleared that out last time he was down here.
Eggs would be great, but after some digging around, he finds that the hard boiled ones are all gone. Did he eat those too? A little despondent, he picks up the carton and frowns at it thoughtfully. He could maybe cook some up, but he's impatient. And really lazy. But he's so hungry--he just needs a burst of energy. At this rate, maybe he should just give up, shift forms and head out into the woods to do some hunting.
He's deep in thought; he hardly notices he's doing it. Picking up an egg--a raw one--from the carton... he slides the entire thing into his mouth.
The journal might catch a little 'pop' as he tightens his jaws, followed by a muffled 'crrrrunch' as he closes them all the way. Then he swallows... and moves onto the next one.
pop. crrrunch... pop. crrrrunch...
He's going to be there a little while. Spacy and preoccupied, he's going to be systematically making his way through the entire carton without meaning to.]
...and damn is he hungry.
And he's sure he only ate a day or two ago. He must be burning up energy reserves like kindling. So... down to the kitchen he goes. Again.
He's distracted, only half paying attention to himself as he stands in front of the fridge, door hanging open and letting the cold air out while he thinks. He needs protein, but there's no meat. He cleared that out last time he was down here.
Eggs would be great, but after some digging around, he finds that the hard boiled ones are all gone. Did he eat those too? A little despondent, he picks up the carton and frowns at it thoughtfully. He could maybe cook some up, but he's impatient. And really lazy. But he's so hungry--he just needs a burst of energy. At this rate, maybe he should just give up, shift forms and head out into the woods to do some hunting.
He's deep in thought; he hardly notices he's doing it. Picking up an egg--a raw one--from the carton... he slides the entire thing into his mouth.
The journal might catch a little 'pop' as he tightens his jaws, followed by a muffled 'crrrrunch' as he closes them all the way. Then he swallows... and moves onto the next one.
pop. crrrunch... pop. crrrrunch...
He's going to be there a little while. Spacy and preoccupied, he's going to be systematically making his way through the entire carton without meaning to.]
