05-05-2018, 02:50 AM
Tristan didn't look a thing like Ian… aside from the dusting of freckles on the little boy’s plump cheeks. The little boy looked so much like his mum, big blue eyes and pale blond hair, it was hard some days for Ian to look at his son because he was reminded of his first love… but then he reminded himself that Tristan needed twice the love from Ian because he was the little ones only parent.
The ginger haired father was unaware that someone figured his scar was more than a very detailed tattoo… he continued his shift with a friendly smile. Servings drinks and some food to the pub goers, he stepped back a few minutes before his shift was over to drink some water, Ian could feel the moon outside calling to him and he was sweating a bit from the effort it took to just not run outside to release the beast inside.
Ian finished his glass was water as his co worker approached him. “You'r free to go Ian, Boss okied you taking the usual days off, guess you got to get all the time in with your kid that you can eh?” The co worker laughed to himself as Ian went to grab his coat from the break room.
Cool air greeted Ian and he took a deep breath, walking steadily down the road towards the spot he could cut into the forest, like the forecast said the moon was covered by clouds, even still he could feel the pull under his skin, he could feel the fur of his beast wanting to push out of his skin and the bone sin his jaw wanting to elongate and sharpen his teeth.
Ian only noticed that someone was following him when the wind blew from behind him, bringing a scent to him that had the ginger haired man turning around on the spot.
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