Title: Why Am I Here, And Where Are My Clothes?
Eluna - June 18, 2007 03:01 AM (GMT)
Sunlight, gray and young with the new dawn, shone through the shifting canopies of glossy green leaves and warmed the moist soil of the mossy ground. Curled up in between the thick, fat roots of an ancient oak tree just within the boundaries of the woods, lay a young man. He slept peacefully there, his legs pulled up to his chest in a fetal position, his arms hugged close to his tone chest. He was normally quite tall, though it was hard to tell at the moment, with long, lanky limbs and sleek muscles. His thick, black hair hung as an unruly mass lightly dampened by sweat, with various twigs and small leaves adorning it. As birds began to chatter on their tapered branches above, he stirred, reluctantly waking from whatever dream he was having. He had been dreaming of a female, he was a young man after all, and she had been quite receptive and beautiful; however, she had been a wolf, as well as he, which does not bode well form his already suffering sanity.
His green eyes fluttered open, and he stared absently at the root growing next to him. His eyes widened considerably, as if they were about to pop out of their very sockets, and he stiffened, at last realizing with painful awareness, that he was lying naked on the ground. It took exactly eight seconds for the blood to drain from his previously flushed cheeks, as he bolted upright, and smacked the back of his head against the rough bark of the tree trunk. Cursing under his breath, which was warm enough to look like steam on the cool morning air, he rubbed his injured skull, ruffling his black hair even more, though he managed to dislodge a few twigs and leaves from his messy locks. He sighed heavily and leaned against the tree, his hand still tucked behind his head, as his jade eyes scanned the surrounding woodland area. For the most part, he was alone, and slowly, like melting icicles, he began to remember a little of the last night.
It had been a full moon.
He strained and struggled, searching in vain for those hidden memories. He found a few when he squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated. It had been a full moon, without a cloud in the night sky, and it had been quiet too. He had left the hospital after driving a friend there for her annual cancer screening, and he had returned to his motel room, but, once he tried to remember past that, he only saw darkness, the empty spot where his memory should be. Yet, he did remember something more than that, something burried in his subconscious, a feeling, a feeling that made his toes curl and his spine tingle, almost pleasurable, like stretching after being crampt in a car for eight hours, or taking a hot bath.
"Damn it." he muttered darkly, crossing his arms firmly over his chest as he leaned back his head and glowered angrily at the canopy above. He was doubly flustered, first because he had forgotten everything, and second because he did not even have a drop of alcohol to do it. He shifted again, sitting up straight, he pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. Maybe his clothes were around there somewhere. At least, if he concentrated on clothing himself, than he could distract himself from his jumbled thoughts, confussion, and his ever-mounting belief of insanity. He couldn't help but think that he was losing his mind, since this was the forth time he had woken up like this, though it was in a slightly better place. The first time he had blacked-out, he had roused to a group of school children talking as he lay bare and vulnerable in the wolf exhibit in a city zoo. Several little girls had to have 'special talks' with their parents after that, and he had been placed in a hospital for two weeks.
He hated psychiatrists, and he hated feeling insane.
Running a slightly trembling hand through his hair, he looked up, as if to beg some God, some diety for help. This was unjust, and cruel. He was lost in the woods, in Canada (that much he remembered), without so much as a rag to cover himself with, and the light-headed feeling that remained after his unconscious romping. Slowly, the ache in his side, where bite marks could still be seen, returned, and he groaned, hanging his head and closing his eyes, wishing for an escape...
Ecci - June 18, 2007 06:39 AM (GMT)
He was stretched out in a clearing, limbs straight out and not bent in the slightest. His head was turned to the side, the most comfortable option when the rest of him was facing the ground. He liked camping out sometimes, minus the actual camp. He would occasionally get the urge to go out into the forest or even the conservation, find a nice spot, and just sleep there. Sometimes it was with the hope of running into a snake or two, others he just wanted to experience nature more closely. It could also be a variety of other things. No matter the reason, it wouldn't be surprising to be walking along in a similar area and run across Tyler sleeping peacefully. He was many kinds of odd.
The sun was rising and Tyler stirred awake, skin starting to heat. He enjoyed it, but it was a disturbance he noticed. Most disturbances he did notice, being a light sleeper. He was starting to wish it was more like a bed, so he could roll over and pull the blankets over his head to summon sleep to himself again. It never happened, but he never gave up trying. This was different than that, however, and he forced himself to sit up, stretching his back and producing several pops. He grinned, folding his knees up to his chest before looking around for his shirt and shoes. He had taken them off the night before, settling instead for just lying around in black jeans.
He instantly spotted the red articles of clothing and stood up to run and fetch them, again stretching. A wide yawn split across his face as he gathered them, not bothering to put them on. He stood still for a moment, letting himself become fully awake and aware of his surroundings. He blinked, starting to walk in a direction that may or may not have been the right one to choose to go home. Before long he had decided on a route and was enclosed in the foliage. He stopped, checking his surroundings again, but this time something was different. Not far away from him was a man. A naked man.
Well, that wasn't expected.
Tyler carefully watched the other man momentarily before letting out a low wolf whistle. "I would say 'take it off!'," he smirked, "but it appears you already have." While calm, Tyler was also very open, as opposed to what his appearance would suggest. He could appear stand-offish, a bit of the lonely type, but it was opposite to his actual nature. Long black hair, black eyes, tanned skin. They all seemed to say he was mean. It was true he could be cold, but he was still open and always up for light teasing.
He took another moment, again just watching this man. He tilted his head. "What are you doing there, anyway?" he asked, scratching the side of his face, his other hand occupied with holding the rest of his clothes.
Eluna - June 18, 2007 10:05 PM (GMT)
As if life could not get any worse, Lady luck decided to send someone over to annoy, dishearten, and further embaress the young man. Hanz, as that was what he was called unfortunately, visibly bristled at the whistle, like an animal caught unaware in a corner, his head snapping up. Another man stood looking at him, and Hanz swallowed anxiously, especially at that comment. For a moment, Hanz could say, nor do, anything, and simply stared, green eyes as wide as could be, and reflecting a sort of hopeless indignation, perfectly matching the red blush heating his normall fair-skinned cheeks. No, no this could not be happening. Well, it could be far worse, he had to admit inwardly, for one thing, there could have been a small tour group camping near by.
He studied the other for a moment, until sighing heavily and hanging his head at the question. What must this mysterious man think of him? Hanz might seem like a drunk, a nudist, or another kind of freak. Sure, he was out there in nothing but his skin, as he painfully noted against a breeze swept by, and the thick grass growing beneath him tickled his bare flesh. What could he answer? Should he even answer at all? Desperately, Hanz wished he could find himself a nice hole to curl up in and die, but, alas, death-holes like that seemed in short supply at the moment.
"I'm going insane, that's what I'm doing here." he muttered darkly in reply, promptly shaking his shaggy black hair, before grabbing a handful of the thick locks and pulling on them sharply. He had a tough scalp though, so he didn't hurt himself. He wanted to though, as a sort of self-punishment for being an idiot. Not that he was 'emo' or whatever they call it, just that he had a mild obsessive compulsive issue, and would soon be beating himself up for this mess, like the other times before it. He really was loosing his poor, addled brain, as he sat there, half curled up, his legs pulled tight to his chest as he wrapped his arms around his knees.
"Could you please go die now? I'm busy being mortified." he stated, his own comment rubbed with a not-so-subtle sarcasm as he squeezed his eyes shut. If only he had a pair of magical red shoes, that he could just smack together a couple of times and go home, like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. Then again, with his luck, he might end up exploding himself, or causing the apocolypse. He was cursed, that was it. He was trapped in the woods, his clothes had gone MIA, he didn't remember a lick of last night, and there was an asshole standing near by. Great, he was off to a great start.
"Or, at least, lend me some clothes? It's freezing!" he implored childishly, his voice a little coarse, as his throat was oddly soar for some reason, and he wasn't as cold as humiliated. Though he didn't realize it, his throat hurt because he had been howling most of the night, and barking a bit too. He rubbed at his neck, hoping to ease the hoarse, hot feel, but to no avail. He was still shaking off the odd sensations of the previous night of running through the woods, and all the effects that remained from his transformation.
He refused to look up.
Ecci - June 19, 2007 01:34 AM (GMT)
Tyler ran a hand through his black hair, not taking his eyes off this stranger. He wanted to chuckle, smirk, make another comment, but his observation of the other told him he shouldn't. He seemed in genuine distress and Tyler could only guess why. There could be a variety of distressing reasons why one would be naked and curled up in a forest. Camping, he figured, wasn't one of them.
He squatted down, looking at the ground momentarily. They quickly bounced back up when he heard a voice and he listened to the reply. Maybe I should rephrase, he said to himself, What are you doing out here naked? He tilted his head. "Going insane? Aren't we all? Half the time I think I am, all kinds of weird shit happening, but, hey. We need some crazies. Things would be so boring without," he grinned, more hoping to be a resource of encouragement than anything else, though his grin died rather quickly. It was poor encouragement, but he only realised that after the words left his mouth. Things always sounded better inside his head.
He started to stand up when told to leave, thinking that, no matter how thick the sarcasm, it would probably be a good idea. More speech came soon after and he returned to his squatting position. He looked down at his hands, then to his shoulder. "I have tennis shoes, a shirt, and a hoodie," he said, before looking up to the sky. "Cold?" He considered this for a moment, laying a hand on his face momentarily. He received no favourable results, merely the feel of his hand on his face. "What's the temperature?" He didn't really feel the cold. To Tyler, it felt like it always did to him, which was not warm, not cold. Nothing, until there was a quick change of temperature. He adjusted to temperatures easily, though.
No matter the temperature, he didn't see where there would be a problem with lending clothes to this stranger, as long as he got them back sometime. "Back to clothes," he said quickly following his question. He put the clothes mentioned on the ground, standing up again to stretch his legs. They were starting to get stiff in that same position. "I don't mind lending you any of those. You just can't have my pants," he said, though it came to mind the doubt that they would be wanted.
"Uhm, if you don't mind my asking . . . what happened to you, anyway? It's not every day you find someone like this around the woods. In fact, I don't know it's happened before at all unless somebody deliberately decided to camp naked. Which I doubt," he said, falling into his habit of rambling. He'd stopped himself as soon as he realised he had been, but wasn't sure if he could have added anything to that, anyway. "Y'know, just curious. You don't have to answer. Obviously." Well, he'd been proven wrong before.
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