𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞

dog—boy that licks his own wounds. always has, always will do. dog—boy familiar with the taste of his own blood, with the cleaning of others' blood from where crusted under nails.

Duke didnt respond, the whiskey bottle dropped and so did he; the exhaustion finally caught up to him.

“I can’t remember..” He would.. but he would be heavily sedated due to the pain..

“Treat me like a dog.. I can’t do anything to make them stop… so I hide in an air vent or run off for a few days until I can turn back..”

“I get stuck alot between 3 different forms… my actual wolf form is the embarrassing one.. I can’t talk.. and people try to pet me..”

“Kinda.. I was turned 2 years ago..”

“Turned.. lab experiment against my will..”

“Werewolf also?” He turned to look at him.

“Well.. it’s odd being found in a tree… most never find me until daylight..”

He sighed as he stared at the other he offered the bottle. “Whiskey?”

“How in the hell did you find me??” He was confused, and concern, most people couldn’t even find the rock!

He heard something moving, he was quick to look down as he narrows his eyes. “Hey! Who the hell are you!”

Alcohol.. it was a rare thing for Duke to drink.. whiskey was the rarest thing for him to be drinking, he couldn’t get a buzz due to his lycanthrope, but he stilled craved the alcohol like a normal person.. he was sitting high up in a tree out side of the rock, staring at the sky

“You wouldn’t punt a child” Oh yes, I would.