Thread: After the Change (HaloHeroWolf118, DawnShadows)

Annabelle flushed slightly at his comment, hiding it by taking another sip of her drink which was running on empty. She smiled as he continued but was curious as to what that did say about him. Her ears perked up as he admitted to being one of those humans that ran around in fur suits and she couldn't help but let out a small, warm laugh. She was reminded of that group of people that had been there at the start of it though most of them seemed to be hoping the longer they hung around the Changed the higher chance they had of getting the disease. They were nice enough but she had always declined help from them, just because she was covered in fur didn't mean she was any different then what she had been. Her paw of a hand went out slowly to cover his gently, her eyes bright as they looked into his, So long as you like me for the woman side of me and not the dog then you are not the sort I was worried about. She withdrew her hand, feeling like she had intruded on his personal space. Finished with her drink she set the empty container to the side, looking at her half eaten sandwich and wondering what to do with it. Not wanting to keep it in the car as she worked she nudged it toward Mike, a playful smile spreading. Dylan smiled as Jason rejoined him, crossing his eyes and twirling his finger near his head in relation to the coach. As he straightened himself he nudged the wolf as the whistle blew, taking off after the fast kids. Their overwhelming energy sparked his own as he kept pace with them, the air feeling strangely nice as it blew through his fur. He wouldn't be able to keep this up for long, but he took every moment in as if it were his last. Dylan had been destined to be a track runner before he became a Changed. He had the endurance and the will for it, but he has since adapted to his new condition. He slowed, the other kids tearing off ahead, and his thoughts flickered to what it would be like if he hadn't been infected. Letting it go he set his pace at a jog until the group Jason was in caught up, matching his pace to his friend's. I take it you have gotten better at running with your wolf genes? he asked, trying to distract himself from the track. He knew he would get the laps done easier this way, his body much rather preferring swimming over running. But he forced himself over that barrier, making his body will what he knew he wanted. A small thought found his way into his mind, that of Jason in the locker room. Wondering where he was going with it he let the thought run, not really paying attention to where his thoughts were going. As the thought progressed it turned to that of himself being near Jason, also minus a few clothes. He frowned at his thought, the image strong now as the two of them got closer, their faces nearing, their lips- Dylan tripped on one of the corners, turning quickly so he landed on his back. His eyes were wide as he was in shock about his own day dream of sort, his furred hands clenched at his sides. He closed his eyes as he sat up, a hand to his head as he tried to soothe himself. He was probably just hungry, the lack of food getting to him. Maybe it was the weather too...