Others May Play||Sarah&Stokes
The Festival was booming with life, nearly all of New York City had gathered in Central Park for the day which to any one else would have been a sign to join in on the day full of fun and activities however for Samuel, this was not the case. He was a tactful man, and even more so as a wolf. While nearly all of the City was out allowing themselves to take the edge off with everything going on as of late, Sam was out trying to perfect his strengths as a wolf without the prying eyes of those who could place him in potential harm for revealing his true nature of being a werewolf.
Samuel rose early that morning and began his day with a long jog through the city, taking the back alley ways through the parts of town most would consider dangerous. Yet to someone like Sam, he didn’t need to flash his fangs or claws to pose a threat. He was a large man, constantly working on his build was part of his daily routine, and it showed the efforts that he put in. His size alone was enough to keep most people from trying to approach him on and off the streets. He jogged for a few hours before he made his way to a nearly desolate parking garage. After checking all the level of the parking structure he picking a spot that was difficult to see in anyone where to enter or exit the garage and then began to take off his running shoes and jacket. Tossing them aside along with other personal items he didn’t want to damage he stepped back some and allowed his eyes to go wolf. They had a glowing tint to them, an amber hue resonated in his iris as the color of the wolf’s eyes within surfaced behind the look in his gaze.
The wolf was not something he asked for, but it was something he learned to accept and adapt to is own benefit. Stokes was known for his unrelenting amount of patience, even as a wolf. Many wondered how he came about that level of patience and this was how. He worked hard to understand something he was once afraid and unfamiliar too. As he focused himself on his senses he caught the sound of something else in the parking complex with him. It echoed off the walls barely, but his intense ability to hear had caught the some of something. He turned, the wolf in his eyes faded in the act of him turning as he glanced over a large shoulder to see who or what was approaching, Fear was far from his scent, in fact, he was cool and collected as he scanned the empty lots behind him. He didn’t ask who was there, instead he stood ready and waiting for whatever was in there with him.