#ignaroman thread

[romankowalskirp]

Letting Off Steam

With the full moon closing in, the wolves need to let off some steam.

The pub had been extremely busy for Roman, keeping him extremely occupied. This was great most of the time, but with the full moon now closing in, he wasn't his usual patient self. Given how little patience the man had to begin with, it was even worse now. He'd already thrown a few of the rowdier and angrier werewolves out of the place, but it was becoming a nightmare situation. It was louder than usual, with tons of arguments interrupting. Sheridan, the bar manager he'd hired for just these occasions, told him that he should take the night off. In fact, they'd insisted and practically shoved him out of the door.

He wanted to go and see Aolani, but their agreement had been that she would avoid him when it got closer to the full moon. The wolf, at that moment in time, hated the agreement, and he'd even pulled out his phone to give her a call. He'd managed to stop himself, reasoning that she would be busy and that, even if she wasn't, she wasn't stupid enough to answer and come and see him just because the wolf wanted to get his leg over.

Instead he'd called Ignatius, knowing that his best friend had been in a foul mood for a few days, and suggested that they go to some dive bar with loud rock music and just drink to let off some steam. He'd gotten there first, ordering four beers for the two of them, and immediately necking the first of his. The bartender took his empty glass away, asking if he wanted another, and the guy threw him a wink as he got him another. Roman caught himself from winking back, even though the wolf was licking his lips. Dammit, being away from Aolani right now was harder than he had imagined it would be.

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[romankowalskirp]

Getting Away With Murder

Summary: Following their discussions the previous evening, the boys get to work on their plan to go camping and commit a murder most foul.

As predicted, finding a spot to camp near to the forest hadn't been at all difficult. A recent shower of rain meant that many campers had retreated away to somewhere sunnier and fairer in climate, but the wolves were not deterred by a little rain. If anything it only spurred them on, giving them more privacy with which to conduct their plan. They'd arrived at a good time the day before, and had spent the entire day getting a lay of the land. They wanted to be as familiar with the territory as they could be, so that they could have some form of an advantage. But the entire time that they'd walked around, they'd been able to smell him.

The wolf that they were tracking had practically left his scent on every single tree. It made going after him right then and there so tempting, but Roman had somehow managed to regain his sanity and stay put. They were best waiting until the cover of night, and as they'd sat by the fire that they'd made, watching the sun go down, the grin on Roman's face got larger. It wasn't long until they night was cold and still around them, the forest awakening and calling to them to explore, to hunt, and kill.

That was a call Roman was only too happy to heed.

He stood from where he'd been, stretching as wide and high as he could. He felt his bones crack and grinned at his friend, unable to stop the sadistic smirk which spread across his face. "Ready?" he asked, glancing into the nearby forest. He wondered if the wolf they were hunting had noticed that there were scents from other wolves in the woods now, mingling with his. He wondered if he knew that he was being hunted, or if he even cared. He hoped not, because Roman was really looking forward to getting his hands on him.

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[romankowalskirp]

Stand By Me

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Summary: Two wolves as friends isn’t easy going, especially not when the moon interferes with their moods. Thankfully, there’s enough time in the month that they can still hang out at a quiet pub and catch up without wanting to kill each other.

Finding time off together was a nightmare for Roman and Ignatius. They both worked in the nightlife circuit, meaning that they were often working on the weekends and late at night. But when they did manage to get an evening off at the same time, like tonight, they’d avoid the main bars and find a small pub off the beaten track. Roman preferred it that way.

Given that he was the one who had been a bit of a tosser (read: a lot of a tosser, starting all the fights) at the last full moon, Roman was getting the first round and would get the final one of the night too. He’d gone to the bar, ordering two beers for them to start out with.

He carried them over to the table in the corner where Ignatius was sitting, putting the beers down before taking a seat. He let out a sigh, shrugging his jacket off and dumping it unceremoniously on the seat beside him. The long sleeved t-shirt he wore meant that his scars were not on show, but that didn’t stop the men drawing the eyes of other patrons.

They were, after all, two big looking guys. Most places were suspicious of them because they looked as though they were out for trouble.

Roman reached for his beer, looking at his friend. “Any luck in the search?” he asked, cutting straight to the chase. Roman could never really be bothered with small talk. He’d rather get to the point instead of pussyfooting around.