Roman Holt

“Probably just won’t change at all, I mean most of the time I forget I’m not human so like, I’d rather just continue to live that way.” Oz shrugged. Maybe things would change in the future when he left the island, but his goals of being a famous rockstar certainly didn’t involve the whole turning into an animal thing. “I don’t remember any of it so I don’t really feel anything about it. I’m glad that girl’s not hurt, glad I didn’t eat someone…” Again, Oz thought to himself but left it unsaid.

“I know dude, I just…don’t get the whole shifter thing. Maybe its because I grew up not knowing shit and so it’s still all just weird and mostly inconvenient to me.” Oz said with a shrug. He knew it was important to Roman but it was just a pain in the ass for Oz himself. Maybe it would be different if he was a wolf, but he didn’t know and never would. “As long as you don’t get in trouble for my shit.” He said, glad Roman didn’t seem worried about anything.

“Maybe. I don’t see what’s so bad with being just a regular guy. I mean I’ve never been a ‘regular’ guy but I don’t need to turn into a fucking animal to be special.” Oz shrugged. He listened as Roman explained what he’d done and for a moment, Oz’s skin went pale as he stopped eating altogether. He thought he might throw up until Roman explained he hadn’t actually hurt the girl, not like those dudes back in LA who he’d killed and on some level, Oz was pretty sure he’d fucking eaten. Every time he thought about it he thought he’d puke. “Am I gonna get in trouble for that? Are you?” He asked, concerned he’d gotten Roman in trouble.

“You know I don’t really care about getting used to it right?” Oz said as he took the plate of food and began eating some of it. “It’s fine, I forgot too but I don’t usually keep track, maybe I should more.” Oz shrugged. When Roman asked if Oz wanted to know what happened the musician felt a sense of unease come over him. “I guess, did something bad happen?” He asked warily.

“Only allowed to shift once a month remember and I hate doing it.” Oz shrugged, taking the water and aspirin when Roman offered them. “Thanks.” He said, tossing back the pills and chugging most of the water before Oz dug through his bedside table draw for some cigarettes and a lighter. “I don’t remember what happened, just…fuck I think I turned in the god damn street. How’d I even get home?”

Oz sat up, realizing he was naked and fucking sore from shifting. He ran a tattooed hand through his messy raven hair before catching sight of Roman. “Like shit. I fucking hate this feeling the next day.” Oz groaned, flopping back against the sheets. In truth, he hated shifting altogether and just being a were-hyena in general.

They hyena followed Roman home when he was directed that way, picking up on their scents as soon as they were close enough. He headed inside and into his room, able to smell his own familiar scent everywhere which helped the hyena relax. It wasn’t until morning that Oz shifted back while he was asleep, finally back in his human form, laying on his bed, nestled comfortably between pillows and blankets. Oz gave a groan when he came around, his head pounding and his entire body ached.

For the most part, Oz followed whenever Roman guided him back towards the woods every time he strayed until eventually, he caught a deer. The hyena satisfied himself with his kill, devouring it almost entirely. Full and satisfied, feeling the moon start to wane, the hyena grew tired ready to call it a night. He looked to Roman for some sort of indication of what to do next, if they would hunt more, or find somewhere to sleep.

“It’s been long overdue since I’ve done something fucking dirty and nasty so that’s one idea or you know, orgy sex party at Roman’s house. Fun times for everyone invited, sad times for anyone not.”

Roman was annoyed, he just wasn’t sure with who more. Himself or Oz for not coming home earlier, but he should have been responsible and noticed that the full moon was coming up. Someone almost died because of it. He rolled his eyes at his growl, growling back louder in return.