by Aiden Parker Sat Dec 14, 2013 10:23 pm
After 3 and a half weeks of drifting around in his lifeboat, looking for any signs of not only land, but life itself, Aiden lost track of where he was. Aiden was starving, having devoured the last emergency food reserves that was on his small lifeboat during the first week. He laid down on the boat, barely able to move from starvation, he looked upwards at the sky, observing the clouds above him. After about an hour of Aiden just laying there, suffering from a sharp pain in his stomach from not eating anything in a while, he began to drift off into sleep, only to be awoken by the waves that were caressing his boat suddenly becoming more violent. Aiden struggled to sit upwards and look around. What used to be a peaceful blue sky was now a darkened gray color, strong winds arriving and brushing themselves against against the ocean, creating waves that kept getting bigger and more violent than before.
Aiden began to panic. He knew that the small floating piece of lumber that he called a "boat" wouldn't stand a chance against such a monstrous and powerful force of a storm. He grabbed his two oars that he had been using to steer the boat with his boney arms and began to paddle, hoping to get away from the bulk of the storm. As he paddled the lifeboat, he felt little droplets of rain fall down upon him. Slowly they fell down faster and larger than before until it was a heavy downpour. Aiden kept rowing his boat while the waves started to reach over the side and flood the bottom of the vessel. He began to panic as he let go of the oars and cupped his hands together, dumping the water in small portions off of the boat. Suddenly, lightning striked nearby, surprising Aiden and making his ears ring from the loud, booming sound that came a few milliseconds before it. Aiden looked up from what he was doing and observed his surroundings. As he was doing so he saw something in the distance, speeding towards him. Before he knew it he was struck by a powerful wind, a 30-foot tall wave coming directly afterwards. As the wind struck him Aiden's boat was knocked over, casting him into the heartless and unforgiving landscape known as the ocean. Suddenly he felt something push him backwards with a powerful force, carrying him for a few seconds before he passed out.
Aiden awoke, coughing out water as he opened up his eyes and breathed in the wonderful life giving substance that is air. With much struggle Aiden stood up, noticing wet sand covering him. He began to panic as he looked for his knife. As he reached into the sheathe he felt the cool, metal handle of the weapon. Aiden gave a small sigh of relief after feeling the precious weapon still being there. If he lost that knife he wouldn't forgive himself, it was the only thing he had left to remind him of his adoptive brother. Aiden began feeling the freezing, snowy weather of the island he landed on, He noticed a cave at the end of the shoreline and groggily ran towards it. After he reached the cave he had an idea on how he could stay warm until someone found him or atleast until it stops snowing.
Aiden stood in the back of the cave, shivering. Quickly he forced himself to become angry, since for now it was the only way he knew to transform into a wolf. He forced many vivid thoughts into his head; The sight of his captain lying on the ground, a sword sticking out of his body and blood appearing, staining his shirt with a red tint while the quartermaster stood over him, laughing uncontrollably, the day that his adoptive older brother left him, never returning were among the many thoughts that he had run through his head over and over, making him more and more frustrated and angry until finally he felt something from within him, crawling upwards into his throat. Aiden felt something stretch his nose and mouth forward while he fell down. He observed the gray fur forcing itself out of his arms and he felt it protrude from all over his body. his ravenous hunger subsided a little bit after his transformation was finally complete. He shook his fur, getting any water that he could get off of him before curling up and falling asleep on the floor. He took note on how warm he felt even though it was freezing outside before falling asleep.
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Ooc: I received Kayce's permission before posting here :3