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[Being Moony, generally speaking, is always easier with company. Bigby thinks it's a pack thing, that Moony is lonely and scared and all of it translates to anger. God knows the evidence supports that theory; transforming was never easier than when his friends would endure it with him.

And they're amazing for doing that, they really are-- Bigby, too, for staying with him, biting and shaking him and keeping him away from others whenever he got too riled up-- but this, tonight . . . it's different. Isaac's a proper werewolf, full moon and howling and fleas and all. He's the first one Remus will ever have changed with, and how could he not be excited for that?

Not that Remus is going to say that. You gotta be cool, after all. But he's perhaps a little too eager once he hears a shuttle docking onto the Paisley, and waits impatiently for Isaac to arrive. Fifteen minutes, his internal clock warns, but he ignores that. That's plenty of time.]

[ in all of Isaac's time as a werewolf, he's only ever spent time around his pack during the full moon. even then, the contact was limited to being chained down in the old loft or elsewhere, even though Isaac knew he had far more control than the others.

this moon, however, is different. he's just made it to the Paisley, and even he can feel the way his muscles tense, the way his mind flutters a little that it's not far from a proper full moon. he hates that feeling more than anything, the way the anger bubbles up closer to the surface than it usually does.

he has a mission of sorts, though, since he'll be with a different kind of werewolf this evening. it's both nerve wracking and kind of cool all at once, to know that he won't be alone on the full moon, and that he'll see another kind of proper werewolf in return. it's not long before he's knocking on Remus' door, looking relaxed and non-plussed, even if he can feel the moon's effect more by the minute. ]

Hey. Happy full moon.

Indeed.

[He offers a half grin and closes the door behind him. Excited, but not so much he's going to forget his safety precautions-- the moment Isaac moves out of the way, he begins to spell the door, sealing them in.]

How long, for you?

[ the weirdest part about being a werewolf from Beacon Hills is the fact that he can smell emotions. not only can he smell the hint of anxiety from before, but also the excitement. and it isn't like Isaac doesn't feel the same way, after all. ]

Not long. [ he holds up his hands, which already sport rather strange looking claws. he's holding back as much as he can, after all. he doesn't want to spook his new werewolf friend. ] You?

Nine minutes, now.

[He whistles softly as he sees those claws.]

Does it hurt at all, changing?

[No, he suspects, but he wants to be sure. Spells set (and there are multiple spells, copies of copies, nestled atop one another in failsafes), Remus climbs atop his bed, setting his wand on the highest shelf.]

That's pretty specific.

[ and impressive if Remus can actually time it out to the second. Isaac's isn't so simple and already his eyes are starting to glow amber. ] Not really, I guess I'm used to the whole face mutating thing by now. It itches sometimes.

[ real werewolf problems, see, Remus. you want to be a proper werewolf, you'll have to worry about awful mutton chops itching you to death. Isaac watches Remus, the precautions he takes, and Isaac rolls his head on his shoulders, stretching a little, trying to keep his heart rate down, keep calm. ]

You're not getting out of here, if that's what you're stressed about. I'm not going to let that happen.

I know.

[A little smile, as he climbs down.]

I trust you. I just . . . don't trust myself. Best to have as many precautions as possible.

[He tugs off his shirt next, with his undershirt, and begins folding them neatly. That's just who he is, and there's no use getting out of it. Trousers next, though he leaves his shorts on, because there's some things that have to wait until the last second.]

Yeah, well, you're not gonna hurt me either way. I was stabbed twenty times, electrocuted -- I think I can handle a werewolf.

[ or so he hopes anyway, and shrugs his shoulders. he hadn't considered how Remus transforms though, and seeing him tug his shirt off, he shrugs. he's used to dudes walking around naked in the locker room, so this isn't much different. it doesn't even faze him. ]

But yeah, better safe than sorry. [ he can feel the way his own body begins to react to the full moon, the way his heart quickens, his senses sharpen. he leans back against the door, his face beginning to slowly change, his eyes glowing. ]

[He pauses, watching as Isaac transforms. His heart begins to speed, and whether that's his own instincts coming into play or simply excitement at seeing another werewolf, he can't say. He's never seen another change before-- and oh, this looks so much easier than his own. There's no screaming, no snarling-- just Isaac, his eyes glowing, his mouth drawn just slightly.

Soon, his body warns him, very soon, and he drops to his knees.]

Does it hurt?

[It doesn't, though, he can tell, and god, isn't he jealous of that.]

No. It doesn't feel great -- but it doesn't hurt. Just pretty weird, that's all. You get used to it, though.

[ his face begins to contort, ears pointing at the ends, growing larger, hair growing around his face where it hadn't been before, his canines lengthening, sharp. a low, rumbling growl pours from his chest, rattling deep, but there's nothing hostile in it. when he looks back up, he hardly looks like the boy Remus met at all, his face taught, mouth full of sharp fangs and teeth, eyes glowing brightly. it's not an actively pretty sight.

he's hyper aware of Remus hitting the ground, though. ] You okay?

[Yikes. At least when he's Moony he looks like a normal wolf, practically indistinguishable from the real thing. But this . . . well. He looks like Fenrir and the others did, a creature stuck halfway. That growl-- low and deep, but so, so familiar-- is oddly comforting. It responds to something very close to the surface now, something that sighs and says yes, this is normal.]

I will be.

[Because of course it's going to start any moment now, and he suddenly wishes Isaac wasn't here-- that he could leave and come back, because this is humiliating, James and the others usually aren't even around for this, because he can never stop himself from screaming--

But who could, when bones begin to break? And they do this time, just as they do every time-- starting in his spine, an awful crack that sounds around the room. Every bone in his body is about to realign itself in the quickest way possible-- in his arms and wrists and shins and legs, all his bones forcibly breaking and realigning, his fangs growing, his own eyes beginning to glow-- and of course he screams, he screams and screams, because it hurts, it hurts so badly every time, and he's awfully aware of Isaac there, Isaac who transforms so easily, and it's not fair--]

[ Isaac is used to smelling fear, anxiety, anger -- but this is something different. the pain that rips through Remus is something Isaac can almost feel himself, that he can almost smell on the air and it makes him sick. the screaming makes it works, makes his ears ring and his chest tighten, because yes, it's not fair. Isaac's transformations are easy, they're controlled, but this? there is something savage in the way Remus' bones break, the way his body begins to morph.

he's at Remus' side before he can even think about it, even though his instincts tell him to get the hell away from whatever his friend is turning into. he reaches out and grips Remus' arm, whether the bones are breaking or not. and in an instant, veins of shifting black twist up Isaac's arm, the pain flowing out of Remus' body and into his own.

and oh does it suck. he growls, a loud, snarling thing, and closes his eyes tightly. ]

[It hurts-- it's beyond pain, it's something intolerable, something that makes him want to claw his skin off, to beg, to grovel, anything to make it stop. Small wonder his hair is going grey; he does this once a month, transforming in and out, and he never, ever grows used to it.

Except--

Except this time, the pain lessens. It doesn't fade-- it will never fade-- but Remus is aware enough that he gasps, glances up. Isaac is there, gripping his arm, his gaze intent-- and he doesn't know what's going on, but the pain is lessening, and he moans in relief, his entire body shuddering even as he changes--

It only takes a few minutes, really. Three, maybe four. Whimpering and whining, Remus is soon Moony-- a grey wolf, yellow eyes, with fangs to rival Isaac's. And while Moony usually goes wild at the scent of a person-- well, this isn't a person. This is most definitely not a person, and Moony forgets his pain in favor of nosing forward. Eagerly he snuffles at Isaac, smelling any bit of him he can reach, firmly ignoring Remus' input (stop it you know who he is stop that).]

[ although he cannot remove the pain completely, what he does remove makes his own body quiver, makes his stomach twist. he grits his teeth against the pain and growls again, a warning to himself more than anything. he won't be able to keep control if he lets this go on too much longer. pain kicks up his defenses, makes his hackles rise.

but soon there's no pain left to take, and just as he thinks he might tip over out of control, he lets out a breath of relief, ribbons of black swirling up his arm and slowly fading away. he doesn't have a moment to wonder at the pain, though, because instead he has a large woof snuffling at him. ]

H-hey... [ it's not really a protest, the wolf isn't doing any harm and Isaac can protect himself if need be, but -- well. the wolf doesn't exactly seem hostile does it? ] Yeah, you know me, Remus, just me, Isaac.

[Yes, he does. The scent is familiar, albeit a bit changed-- but this is his Isaac, no doubt about that. Still, Moony sniffs, enjoying the flood of information that comes with it. His tail wags, very slightly, and he noses against his knee. Yes yes yes good, this is Isaac, and he loves Isaac-- he does, with all the simplicity that comes from being a wolf. Isaac is pack-- not like James is pack, not like Sirius and Peter, but still loved in that same fierce way.

There's a tendril of pain-- or the echo of it, anyway-- still vibrating around Isaac, and he growls very softly. Pain, and if the person that caused Isaac pain is still near, oh, they will be sorry. He growls again and turns, glancing around-- and now the wolf shows through. It's a very low growl he gives, fierce and full of warning. A dog might just bite, but Moony's thoughts run bloodier. If he catches whatever, whoever, caused Isaac pain, there will be no warning bites. Just tearing, blood thick in the air, and screams, until at last the prey will be silent. Will be dead, and let that be a warning to anyone else who might want to harm pack.]

[ it's very hard to reconcile the screaming boy earlier with this energetic wolf. they're two different beings, really, and Isaac reaches out to scratch one of the wolf's ear at the knee nudge. he's much like a dog, and in some ways Isaac envies that. at least he can get away looking like something different, where as if Isaac changes he's just a deformed version of himself.

he's not sure who is the lucky one, really.

but he is keenly aware when the wolf's energy and demeanor changes, the growls and posturing. Isaac slides to put his back against the door. it's the only exit and he's not going to let the wolf even think about getting out. the growl, however, sounds protective, warning, and Isaac gives a growl of his own. ]

I'm fine. I feel fine, it's gone now. [ he holds out his clawed hand to the wolf, but even being opposite another werewolf is enough to make his senses a little funny on the full moon. he's registering the thing both as a wolf and as Remus, and not in the same way he might smell Scott or Derek or the others. it's... odd. ] C'mon, Moony. [ wasn't that his name for the wolf? he can't remember. ]

[He growls again, just to be sure, but settles down. Moony, and that's what his favorite people call him, but he's never heard it while as a wolf. He quite likes the sound of it, though, just as much as he likes the clawed hand offered to him.

He noses against it, whining-- the anger is there, hot and sharp, buried beneath his affection. But for now, he snuffles against him, pleased to have the company. Good good good, and he worms closer to Isaac, until they're pressed together.]

[ he isn't sure what to think about the fact that this wolf is actually Remus Lupin, snuffling up to him and wiggling close. all the same, though, he strokes the creature's head and back.

even he feels a little calmer, strangely enough, with his friend's presence. it's something else to focus on, something to avoid the rush of anger he feels on occasion on the discomfort of controlling himself on the full moon. ] Good, that's better, see? [ at least he hopes Remus is done with the murderous thoughts, because even he is getting a little tired. the full moon takes it right out of him. ]

[But the murderous thoughts, unfortunately, are never done. Isaac successfully greeted and protected, Moony turns, padding around the room, snuffling at the floor. Werewolves can't look disgusted, but if he could, he most certainly would. This place again, and he loathes this place, the unnatural metallic smells and the coolness of the floor and the lack of any natural scent.

He rounds the room, ending up a solid two feet from the door-- right where the boundaries of Remus' spell lay. Just like last time-- and just like last time, Moony lifts his lips in a snarl, low and threatening.]

Hey, no, not gonna start that again.

[ he's exhausted from taking so much of Remus' pain before, and moves to wedge himself between Moony and the door. the spells keep him back as well, but either way, he knows he probably shouldn't let the wolf get too focused, after all.

instead, he holds out his hand, palm proffered. he has to distract him somehow, and he's about to merely resort to petting when he gets the idea. he growls lowly, and though to normal ears it might sound aggressive, it is actually a little bit of a challenge, almost playful in a way. he'll need to sleep soon but maybe a bit of rough housing will do the wolf good. ]

Come on, is that all you got? [ he reaches to give the wolf a little nudge, hopeful it doesn't just piss him off more. ]

[Oh. Oh, he knows the sound of that growl-- and that push is allowed, because it's not a question of his authority. It's just playing. And while he's played with Padfoot-- well, Padfoot is a dog, and so Moony can't always be so rough with him, he's got to be nice-- but Isaac's a werewolf, he can take it.

So with a happy growl Moony goes low to the floor, eyes narrowed. Isaac has all of three seconds to prepare himself before Moony's lunging forward, intent on tackling him to the ground.]

[ Isaac doesn't expect the wolf to actually leap at him, and he falls backward with the weight of the beast.

He growls almost on instinct, but Isaac is tired first and foremost, and keeping up with Moony all night is going to be difficult. he gives the wolf a tiny shove, even struggles under the weight, both out of playful spirit and caution. he doesn't want to mistake playfulness for aggression, and it'd be easy to do. ]

[He wiggles atop him and leans down, nipping lightly at his throat. Got you, and then he scrambles off, goes low to the ground. He's going to give Isaac a few moments-- but unless he moves, he's going to get tackled again.]

[ Isaac almost laughs at the way the wolf plays, nudging him back a little bit, glad when the weight of the wolf is off of his chest. he's sitting up slowly when he sees the way the wolf is ready to pounce again.

and Isaac waits until the last possible moment to hop up, creating a bit of intrigue at least. maybe he can wear the wolf down. it'll be getting late, soon, and Isaac's energy is going to wane. ]

[Holy shit, this is way better than Padfoot. Padfoot is clever, in a puppyish way, but there's a limit to that cleverness-- he can't jump up like that, nor dodge with any real finesse. Moony slides under Isaac, skidding to a stop, his nails leaving scratches in the floor as he scrambles and turns.

Isaac might be flagging, but Moony is the picture of energy: he pants and wiggles back into a pouncing position, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He's not going to stop, not ever, and Isaac had best just deal with that.]

maybe a lil timeskip? let me know if this doesn't work!

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maybe a lil timeskip? let me know if this doesn't work!

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