OOC: This RP takes place around Christmas for anyone who chooses to post to it.
The wolf blended in with the falling snows of winter. Even on the splashing shores of Glitter Beach, the snow mounted in what seemed like piles upon piles. He'd been reluctant to leave the safety of the Meadowcrest woods since his strange encounter with the winged devil and the Fae who'd saved him. Since those days he'd confined his activities to hunting, sleeping, reading the occasional book, and playing with other animals. He'd seen a few shifters in the woods, but these "city animals" as Flick called them, seemed wary of trusting a vampire. He knew his people could be insensitive to other supernatural races, but found that in cities it was always worse.
After a few hours of enjoying the winter, Flick returned to the small shed that he'd hid his clothes in. He shifted into vampire form, the sounds of his bones cracking, moving and rearranging was snuffed out by the sound of howling wind. He dressed slowly. Clothes always seemed so unnatural to him, but he knew that if he was to blend in to his new city life that he had to become more comfortable wearing them. He put on a pair of pants first, denim jeans that were two sizes too big. He couldn't see the point of underwear even for mortals, so he wore none. He did put on socks though. He found the artificial feeling of boots uncomfortable and found that a thick pair of socks eased that pain. His snow boots were brown and beaten. The laces looked chewed and frayed. He put on a sweater that was also too big, and tied the pants together with a piece of rope in the absence of a belt. Finally, he put on a big, puffy winter coat with a hood. He wore no gloves, no hat and no scarf. To the mortal eye , he looked like a young man ill prepared to deal with the storm.
Of course, what mortal man would be on glitter beach in the middle of a winter storm? Flick had considered that when he'd chosen this night to venture forth from the woods and explore the city a little better. He'd been to the cinema and actually taken in a movie; some love story involving a man who'd come home from the Iraq War to find his wife sleeping with his best friend. He'd found the style of drama to be refreshingly 19th century and although it was not a time he'd ever want to return to, it was a time he occasionally missed. He'd went to a coffee shop and watched the mortals who were there talk about their lives, current events and other such nonsense. He wondered what it must be like to have friends, enemies, and things like drama or sex. Overall it had been a good night. He'd begun to consider doing it more often when he'd come to the beach and hid his clothes in the shed.
The snow had stopped by the time he was done changing. Now it was simply a winter wonderland, with the crashing waves acting as the soundtrack. Flick walked upwards, away from the shore, unsure what his next adventure for the night would be, but knowing for sure that he was not done exploring.