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   the hunt wasnât clean. it was exhilarating. messy. satisfying. metamorphosis finishing, wolf teeth being spit into the dirt as his human ones grow back and bones snap and shorten, lazarus lies down in a nearby clearing. the lycan canât recall where he left his clothes. canât bring himself to care at that point. he needs a lake. or a river. but heâs still riding out the high of his meal. when he smells something inhuman nearby, he whips his head around and bares his teeth by instinct. familiar features meet his eyes, and he relaxes once more.Â
   âhey,â he greets. âyou kinda caught me at a bad time.â oschon always seems to, though. lazarus doesnât mind. he just thinks its unbecoming to be covered in human blood and guts in the presence of a demigod.Â

















