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[align=right][font=century gothic][size=16pt]. n a t . s h a n e . o ' b r i e n . [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 280px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; font-family: century gothic; color: black][justify]. i n . c h a r a c t e r . The distant howling was music to Nat's ears. Even inside of the dining hall his ears could catch the faint sounds of the other werewolves, the dominance in some and fear in others. He hadn't heard one from another wolf in far too long, longer than any werewolf should ever, so over time he sort of grew oblivious to the meaning behind it. The last time he had come in contact with one of his kind was little over three years ago and the encounter painfully reminded him of his late family. This wasn't his pack but he felt strangely compelled to run alongside them, maybe because he had forgotten the rush of adrenaline and showers of joy it could deliver. Arising from the grooved chair, he decided on taking a quick run in the nearby forest, where he knew the others would be. I don't have to be part of the pack to shift there do I?, he thought to himself, as if to justify whatever actions followed. He meandered around the lunch tables, breath having to be well laboured and excitement barely under wraps. Hurrying through the double doors, he quickly filled his lungs with the fresh pine air and also attempting to detect the scent of Dionysus, the werewolf he was talking to just minutes before. The moment a trace wafted by his nostrils, he was off. With a casual jog, he started toward the forest clearing, his whole body just itching to shift. He was determined to properly conceal himself from the sights of the ordinary townspeople before he transformed into his wolf form. Anticipation gradually increased his pace and he reached the first few trees in a matter of seconds. As he neared the dense foliage, the noises of the pack members came into clear focus, some more troubling than others. Fighting. The unmistakable scrapping fracas between two people, or in this case, werewolves. It seems like they aren't as close a family as I'd thought.. A final glance over his shoulder confirmed that he was in the clear, nobody would be able to see him shift at that point. With an ecstatic leap high into the still air, Nat transformed into his golden-brown furred wolf form, landing with a light thud on the leaf-littered floor. Raising his head, his ears needed not to strain, before the cacophony of the entire forest hit him like a brick wall. Coming to the conclusion that it would be safer for everyone if he announced his arrival, he opened his mouth to emit a shrilling howl of his own.[/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 280px; height: 60px; overflow:auto; font-family: century gothic; color: black][justify] . o u t . o f . c h a r a c t e r . Text here. [/fancypost]

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