Rabid Tooth [OOC]
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Orange tinted sunlight filtered in through the dust-caked window. It was twilight now and the sun was slowly setting behind the mountains. Night would be upon them soon, but no one seemed to be up just yet, which wasn’t particularly surprising. Being a werewolf often meant that you had nocturnal tendencies, so for the most part, the Tribe rose with the moon.
At the moment, Faust was sprawled across a distressed couch that looked as though something had been sharpening its claws on the upholstery. Everything in their home was in a similar condition: The curtains were tattered, most of the wood furniture was scarred with claw marks, and the once off-white carpeting was worn and had turned an unpleasant yellow-brown color with the occasional blood stain here and there (admittedly, they were messy eaters). The house hadn’t been in exactly pristine shape when they’d come there, but the werewolves had certainly had a negative effect on it.
“Mmm…” the alpha moaned as he stretched out. He felt rather stiff from sleeping on the couch all day. He had a bed upstairs, but last night he’d collapsed in the living room.
Faust sat up reluctantly, eyes still bleary with sleep. His stomach growled loudly and he let out a sigh. This evening he had a sudden craving for something sweet, like Fruity Pebbles or Lucky Charms. Sure he liked raw meat as much as the next guy, but he was still human. Every now and then he had to satisfy his sweet tooth.
The werewolf stood and forced himself into a mostly upright position.
Kitchen, he thought to himself groggily; It wasn’t so much a coherent thought, as a slurred directive from his stomach.
The kitchen was a disused room off to the side of the living area. There was a sad little table in its center, a sink that only produced brown, foul smelling water, and an ancient refrigerator that, against all reason, still worked. Faust searched the dusty cabinets and drawers in vain, making an awful racket as he hunted for his breakfast. It seemed that any breakfast cereal that may have once been there was long gone. “Dammit,” he cursed under his breath. His stomach seemed to share his opinion because at the same moment it growled angrily and a pang of hunger shot through him.
Tonight we’ll go into town, he decided, hoping the others would get up soon. He didn’t feel like playing alarm clock this morning.