The obstacle course seems a like a good way to work off a little excess energy and deal with the stress that this trip has brought. Of course, there isn't much that could provide a challenge to Derek, not with his superhuman abilities, as evidenced as he tackles the course barefoot in nothing but a pair of shorts.
Others fall into the water, crash landing into muddy pits, but Derek makes it to the end, swinging from a rope to land on the soft-packed earth. He's sweaty and dirty, running his fingers through his hair as he passes by a bench full of spectators.
"Where can I find some water?"
b. nevrione
The wolf ears sprouting up from his inky black hair feel a little like an insult. He's a werewolf in his own right-- he doesn't need to pretend. He tries to ignore how they remind him of his mother's ears when she was in her wolf form, black tipped with silver.
His tail is fluffier than hers ever was. It's a bushy black monstrosity of a thing that is constantly in his way, but tucking it between his legs is not something the alpha wolf in him will allow as a matter of pride, so he'll have to deal with the inconvenience.
Derek knows that he's been a little standoffish, which apparently isn't how things are normally done here. Everywhere he looks, he sees people huddled together, talking and laughing together, but Derek doesn't know how to join in, and he doesn't particularly want to.
Instead he finds a fireplace with a stack of books on a table between two cozy chairs, one of which is already occupied. His ears flick a bit curiously, and he places his hand on the stack of books.
"Are these for everyone?" He asks, ignoring the hopeful twitch of his tail.
c. bangr
bangr
DEREK HALE | 23
Would you have sex in public?
Sex outdoors is nice, but I would prefer not to have an audience.
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The obstacle course seems a like a good way to work off a little excess energy and deal with the stress that this trip has brought. Of course, there isn't much that could provide a challenge to Derek, not with his superhuman abilities, as evidenced as he tackles the course barefoot in nothing but a pair of shorts.
Others fall into the water, crash landing into muddy pits, but Derek makes it to the end, swinging from a rope to land on the soft-packed earth. He's sweaty and dirty, running his fingers through his hair as he passes by a bench full of spectators.
"Where can I find some water?"
b. nevrione
The wolf ears sprouting up from his inky black hair feel a little like an insult. He's a werewolf in his own right-- he doesn't need to pretend. He tries to ignore how they remind him of his mother's ears when she was in her wolf form, black tipped with silver.
His tail is fluffier than hers ever was. It's a bushy black monstrosity of a thing that is constantly in his way, but tucking it between his legs is not something the alpha wolf in him will allow as a matter of pride, so he'll have to deal with the inconvenience.
Derek knows that he's been a little standoffish, which apparently isn't how things are normally done here. Everywhere he looks, he sees people huddled together, talking and laughing together, but Derek doesn't know how to join in, and he doesn't particularly want to.
Instead he finds a fireplace with a stack of books on a table between two cozy chairs, one of which is already occupied. His ears flick a bit curiously, and he places his hand on the stack of books.
"Are these for everyone?" He asks, ignoring the hopeful twitch of his tail.
c. bangr
Sex outdoors is nice, but I would prefer not to have an audience.