Post by PORTER LOGAN SHERWOOD on Mar 11, 2014 23:10:53 GMT -5
Porter had just gotten home. He went out to the market to get some things to fill his fridge and cupboards. Some fruit, assorted meats he would freeze and some he would have out for dinner, lettuce, some fresh vegetables, and a bit of pudding. He always liked pudding, and it was easier for him to eat after a full moon. Not only did his entire body hurt for days, but his mouth ached. He was glad that he could just strip down before the switch happened, or tshirts would be another thing he would heave to be buying after full moons. He was used to this life style. The monthly monstrosity, the soft foods for three days, the being naked and chained up for a few minutes of plausible memory, ... the lying to his friends and family. Yeah, he hadn't gotten used to that last part. In time he would keep telling himself. In fact, the one person he hated to keep this from most was on his way over. Of course, that person also could NEVER find out. He had taken up the family business (a mom's side tradition) to be trained to hunt magical halfbreeds like Vampires and Werewolves... Yup, his brother would seek out and kill them. He would seek out and kill exactly what Porter was. Preston could never find out.. what would he do? Would it come to these two brothers killing each other?
He shook the thoughts of whatever would be invading his mind about having to rip the very flesh from his brother's body only to protect himself. Or how about explaining that to his friends and family... Living with it day after day?.. Yeah, it was definitely something he would try to avoid. He didn't know how it had been so long and he had never, not even once, actually hurt someone. Sure, he hurt himself, and often, but he never actually got near another person in a change. He was happy for that, it only meant that it would happen eventually, but it hadn't yet so he wasn't too worried. He had things under wraps and it was good for him. He knew exactly what to do every full moon night, and he had come to terms with it.
He put his groceries away and turned the oven on. He wanted to make something with the chicken he bought. He liked chicken, but not raw. Weird for a werewolf to dislike raw things, right? Eh, not so much. He pulled out a cooking pan and set everything up. Potatoes and carrots in the base, and the chicken cleaned, seasoned, and ready to be baked. He put a small amount of oil in the bottom and pushed the dish into the oven. He set the timer and proceeded to his living room. He looked around and noticed that his clothes and towel from earlier that morning were spread across his couch and floor. He laughed to himself and tossed them into the small pile that had begun forming in the hallway between his living room and bathroom/bedroom.
He went back and took a seat in the living room. He grabbed the remote to his television and turned on the midday news. Nothing interesting caught his eye, but he knew that it wouldn't be long before his brother would be showing up. He was probably coming in on a flight and taking a cab, but Porter wouldn't bother with a pick up from the airport. Not today. He had made plans in advanced with his brother to make sure he got a cab okay, a full moon was last night and he needed a little time to recoop before seeing his Hunter Brother. He laughed to himself. "Yeah.. This should be interesting." he spoke to himself as he turned the television over to the gaming input. He picked up the controller to his gaming console and went through his games, looking for something that would catch his interest. He knew he wasn't all that into gaming much anymore, but he did enjoy a good video game. Living on his own had it's perks. He wouldn't have to deal with dear old mom and dad telling him to clean the kitchen, or get off of his video games. Living on his own really made him a more responsible person.
For the first month after he moved after graduation, he spent it cleaning up overly large messes of his. It really shaped him into a clean freak. Never again would he spend five hours just cleaning his bathroom. He laughed to himself as the half hour passed. "Where is that crazy kid?" He always called Preston kid, or Peege. He was born first after all, and he never really liked using Preston's initials. So, he would compromise and just sound out P and J rather than saying the two separately. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, "Hey! It's open!" he said with a wide smile. He hadn't seen him all summer. He set the controller down and walked toward the front door to his loft that opened into the kitchen.
PRESTON JANDON SHERWOOD
