Adrian O. || 22 || Male || Ace Gay || Werewolf || Newbie || M: Neco, Tori, Open

He yawned tiredly, his eyes drowsily taking in the view of the sun rising. It had been dark and he had closed his eyes for a few mere minutes to take a breath, as he had woken up restless at the crack of dawn. He was a night owl, no doubt about it. But since coming to terms with being a werewolf, however uncertain he still was, he had been having nightmares about being chased by midnight black wolf, with Ian being the height of the wolf’s knee. He could easily be stepped on, eaten, and his life could be taken away by the wolf with one movement.

Normally, he couldn’t have believed this stupid little dream, but since knowing he was a werewolf, he felt extremely confused. Too confused. He wanted to always ask the others for advice, but he didn’t know how to say it, and didn’t really want to bother them. There was also the case of the vampires apparently hating the werewolves to an incredible extent. Ian personally couldn’t pay any less attention to the rivalry. He was already focused on surviving life as a new werewolf, thank you very much.

The sounds of voices greeted the dawn, though he barely reacted, keeping his gaze set on the sun that had seemed to magically rise up and shine brightly on the clearing. He knew it wasn’t the safest for one to go wandering in darkness, especially in the woods, and alone, but seeing the sun rise and start a new day typically calmed him from his little, irritating night terrors that constantly haunted him. He never told anyone about them. Ian didn’t want to seem weak. Or vulnerable.

He sighed softly, the breath exhaling out from his mouth with a wistfulness of his previous life he would never go back to. He should probably head to where the others are. They might wonder where he is. Would they? He hoped they would. Hopefully.

Ian stood up slowly and turned around. His feet started finding their way towards the large house for the werewolves. The trek through the forest felt natural, with the leaves crackling alongside twigs and sticks. He began humming a little improvised tune, making his steps the beat for his song. Birds tweeted above as they started waking up to the sunlight and the sound of a musical man below them.

He approached the main house and made his way inside, sniffing the air lightly. There were three new werewolves, including himself. One was a young, teenage female. Ellie. The other was a male who was very much a werewolf. Neco, and Ian had heard that Neco could be baited by dog treats and dog toys. Adrian wasn’t necessarily amused by it, but he did like the taste of raw meat on rare occasions. Usually though, Adrian had human restraint, though he still had no filter on any of his words. He opened the door to the kitchen and promptly smacked himself in the head with it.

He cursed. Loudly. The sounds of voices crescendoed when the door unlocked, familiar and warm voices. The smell of breakfast being made accompanied the rich aroma and he inhaled deeply. Tori probably made the food. He started to take a step forward before tripping on some bastard’s foot and a… what was that? A rope? Collar?

Ah, Neco.

“Morning idiot,” was what came out, grumbled from the floor by the sprawled body that was Adrian.