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Darry rolled his head on his shoulders slowly, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath his skin, the bones in his neck cracking softly. It took only a few minutes for him to realize that something had changed, his muscles were tighter and his bones seemed to be a bit stiffer than before. He shut his eyes momentarily when his vision blurred and surged upward, as if putting everything into focus again, before he snapped them back open. His eyes now blazing an unnatural and bright icy blue, changing every color of what he originally had seen, now seeing in colors of yellow, blue, and green. Darry rolled his head on his shoulders again as he heard the all too familiar cracking of his jaw before it realigned, his canines lowered downward into sharp and lethal fangs. He slid his tongue over his teeth, a soft but deep growl leaving his parted lips. When he was younger, he had hoped that the gene would skip the next few generations completely; by now he was just trying to hold his wolf back as long as he could. But time was running out, the more you hold the wolf back, the more it wanted to rise.
He did everything he could to keep his wolf hidden from his brothers and friends, knowing that the more they knew, the more danger they were put in. Darry rose to his feet and stretched his arms above his head, noticing the slight feeling of his nails turning into claws. Tonight might be the only time he had to change without anybody finding out, although changing in the house is as risky as it gets, you never fully know whether you'll have control of your wolf or not. His eyes blazed a hint brighter as he tuned in on his hearing, making sure that the house was completely empty. Ponyboy and Johnny were both at the drive-in, Steve and Soda went to the races; Two-Bit and Dally were more than likely out getting drunk. This was his one and only shot at letting his wolf rise, if only for a few minutes. Darry closed the door to his bedroom as he stripped his shirt off, tossing it onto the bed, before sliding his jeans off as well, tossing them onto the bed with his shirt. He allowed his eyes to close as he willed his wolf up to the surface, feeling the rush of adrenaline and slight pain as the wolf surged up. He clenched his jaw against the pain that moved through his limbs, before snapping his jaws open as his bottom canines grew upwards into pointed fangs.
When another rush of pain moved through him, it went straight to his core and up his spine, sending him to his hands and knees with a choked gasp. His spine arched and bowed as each vertebra seemed to want to tear out of his skin, his bones bulging and buckling underneath him. A high pitched whine left his mouth as muscles tore free from bone, his ribs cracking and expanding outwards as they grew. His jaw cracked and snapped as it grew outwards, his cheekbones and nose growing outwards into a muzzle, his spine bowing as it grew outwards into a tail. His hands curved inwards at his knuckles, the bones starting to fuse together to form paws, the same happening with his feet. His ears traveled up the sides of his head to grow pointed at the tops, his bones snapping back into place as the change started to come to a stop. His body began to shudder as black and russet fur covered his entire body, claws scrapping across the floorboards as he gave his body a long and slow stretch, to fit into his new body. It's been way too long; I forgot how good it feels to let the wolf out.
Darry rose onto his now four legs and gave his fur a firm shake in order to fully rouse himself from the lingering blur of pain, his unnaturally blue eyes scanning his room. His wolf didn't want to be confined in the room and neither did he, he wanted to run, wanted the freedom of the run. With a soft, groaned out growl, he jumped onto his hinde legs and swiped at the doorknob a few times, his claws leaving slight indents in the wood of the door. With a frustrated growl, he lowered back down onto all four legs, giving in to the fact that the door wasn't about to open anytime soon from this side. A soft whine left his muzzle as he began to pace in circles the length of the room, tail tip twitching from side to side. Darry laid his ears flat against his skull, backing up a few paces before he ran at the door, one of his broad shoulders hitting it near the doorknob; he watched in satisfaction as the door swung open a bit. Finally, maybe I can actually get a run tonight. He used his nose and muzzle to open the door the rest of the way, ears perked up and swiveling to the sides in order to hear everything around him. After giving himself another good stretch and a firm shake of his fur, he padded into the hallway, pink tongue darting out to lick over his muzzle, icy blue eyes darting around. Those eyes landed on the door of the house, his movements freezing when the door swung open with Two-Bit and Dally staggering in.
"I still can't believe that blonde up and stormed off on me." complained Two-Bit as he staggered in through the door, reeking heavily of beer and some strange perfume, making Darry's black nose wrinkle and twitch at the overbearing scent.
"You spilt all your beer on her, idiot. I'm surprised she didn't deck you one, girls can have a mean right hook." replied Dally with a chuckle as he used his foot to close the door behind themselves, hearing it slam against the wooden frame.
"I tripped over a rock, that blonde was a bit of a b-." started the blonde headed teen but he was soon cut off by Dally going rigid beside him, saying only one word: "Dog."
"Yeah, man. She sure was a dog." replied Two-Bit with a chuckle as he flopped down onto the couch, sprawling across the cushions.
"No, dude. Dog, I think. It's pretty damn huge to be a regular dog." explained Dally as he hauled the teen up from the couch, turning his body in the direction of where the 'dog' now stood in the hall. Darry lowered his head and pressed his ears flat against his skull again, lips drawing back a bit as his shackles raised and his fur bristled along his back.
"That – That is no dog. It looks like a wolf, man. What the hell is it doing in here? How the hell did it get in here? Oh my god, we're going to die!" exclaimed Two-Bit in a slight panic, even though he looked a bit more sober than before, eyes wide in fear, that was coming off of the teen in waves. The wolf gave his black and russet fur a shake before he turned tail and bolted back into his bedroom, with both teens moving cautiously behind him.
"What the hell are we supposed to do with it? I'm not going anywhere near it, that thing could tear me to shreds." asked Dally as he and Two-Bit pressed themselves against the wall outside of the oldest Curtis' bedroom door, which had closed a bit when the wolf went in. Their eyes narrowed in confusion as they heard the slight sounds of bones snapping and cracking, growls and whines turning to groans and hisses of pain. Behind the door, Darry rose out of his crouched position, panting softly as he rose to his feet, rolling his head on his shoulders before he slid on boxers and his jeans again. He took a slow breath and forced his nerves to lower, before he used his foot to completely open the bedroom door to face both of the younger teens.