Faolan grimaced slightly as another spike of pain hit his bicep. He was beginning to get annoyed. 

He knew that the later they got into the year, the sooner the full moon waxed, it had been so his whole life. It had only caught him off guard a handful of times, and it had been years since then. He was sure he had calculated correctly, he had accounted for every mishap. He could not allow Lucien near him when the time came, it wasn't acceptable to even imagine.

He tried to focus on their conversation to distract himself, but his mouth began to water for no reason at all and he kept his eyes on the horizon as the sun slowly started to sink out of sight. He dropped his eyes to the ground for a moment as he tried to comprehend Lucien's words as his heart began to pound in his chest.

[color=a36209]"Hm, maybe in a few months. I'm no dainty dame."[/color] Lucien's voice was usually far from irritating to Faolan. In fact, the Irishman usually found the sound of it soothing in a way, but now a singular rage rose up within him. For a second, all he wanted to do was shut Lucien's mouth, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. Violent mood shifts were common this close to a full moon, but something was beginning to feel off about this...