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Entry tags:
Full Moon
Title: Full Moon
Author: DHW
Length: 150
Characters: Giles
Rating: FRT
prompt: first line, last line
First line from Cap's Checking In - 'He was running away'
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He was running away. Beating a tactical retreat, as his father might have said. This was a library, for God’s sake. Naked men in the history section were well above his paygrade. Still...
“I beg your pardon?” he said.
“I need pants,” said the man. He was Scottish. And naked. Very, very naked. “Undercrackers. Kecks. Skivvies. The old scrote tote.”
“Who are you?”
Important enquiries first. It was the Watcher way.
“A better question would be what.”
“What?”
“See. Better. I’m a highland terrier. The name’s Wuffles.”
Well, that explained the accent. But not the rest of it, human-shaped and naked as the rest very much was.
“You don’t look much like a dog to me.”
“Full moon, innit?”
“You’re a…” Giles frowned. “Were…man?”
“Aye. Nasty encounter with a werewolf. Outside of the full moon, o’course. Thought he were just a man.”
“What happened?” said Giles, fascinated.
“I bit him.”
Author: DHW
Length: 150
Characters: Giles
Rating: FRT
prompt: first line, last line
First line from Cap's Checking In - 'He was running away'
He was running away. Beating a tactical retreat, as his father might have said. This was a library, for God’s sake. Naked men in the history section were well above his paygrade. Still...
“I beg your pardon?” he said.
“I need pants,” said the man. He was Scottish. And naked. Very, very naked. “Undercrackers. Kecks. Skivvies. The old scrote tote.”
“Who are you?”
Important enquiries first. It was the Watcher way.
“A better question would be what.”
“What?”
“See. Better. I’m a highland terrier. The name’s Wuffles.”
Well, that explained the accent. But not the rest of it, human-shaped and naked as the rest very much was.
“You don’t look much like a dog to me.”
“Full moon, innit?”
“You’re a…” Giles frowned. “Were…man?”
“Aye. Nasty encounter with a werewolf. Outside of the full moon, o’course. Thought he were just a man.”
“What happened?” said Giles, fascinated.
“I bit him.”