[center][color=red][h1][b]Conner Nathaniel Hughes[/b][/h1][/color]
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 [COLOR=RED][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]MATHER PARK[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][/COLOR][hr][indent][color=gray]Tuesday, August 21[SUP]st[/SUP], 2018 - 7:17pm | In The Woods[/color][/indent]
A growl came unbidden from Conner's throat. He felt his neck tighten and fire-bladders quiver then the itch came. His hand touched a tree, rough bark scrapping soft skin. Conner walked at the very back of his group, some ten feet or so. They walked deeper into the woods with an officer leading them, his little group of six. Conner flicked his eyes around, he'd noticed the boy he'd been talking to wander off from his own group when the officers split from the main group; why was the question. 

Conner backed away and split from his group. He allowed the itch to grow and his nose was assaulted with the smells of pine, loam, and a variety of animals. A familiar dull ache signaled the fangs forming in his mouth, with it his mouth became slick with saliva. He hated the part of himself that thought the people he watched leave him behind unknowingly smelled good, in a mouthwatering way. He pushed those thoughts away and wandered further away from the group. Led by his nose, Conner went in search of the other boy, the boy's faint scent still fresh in his mind. While his sense of smell was in no way on par with a dogs (as of yet) it was one of the few good things that came with the monster sharing his body, even if his vision began to blur.