"Well, to be perfectly honest, I'd love to come when the time for purple hair comes!" Admittedly, Nanook was actually planning to put some red streaks in his hair anyway, but he'd have to think about what would look good with the outfit that he was going to come up with.<br/><br/>Regardless he bid farewell to her and soon enough let his feet again rest securely on the grip tape that kept his feet secure to the skateboard that was underneath him. Once again he made everything look completely effortless as he headed off, but in reality he was not so carefree tonight.<br/><br/>While she probably didn't notice, nor did she probably even really care, tonight was the night of the new moon. The moon had a great deal to do with his personality and abilities, of course, as well as the power that he relied on.<br/><br/>When the moon was completely full and shone down with a pale bluish bright white light the urge to transform and howl at that lunar body was almost uncontrollable. On the flip side, when it was hidden behind the new moon phase's shadow, he felt utterly powerless and had no idea how to react.<br/><br/>That made things complicated at times. He had always wanted to run wild and free, but he doubted that he could have even transformed this evening. That meant that if he were attacked by anyone, be it someone that knew he was a werewolf or not, he would have had to rely totally on the sorts of skills that came with being a regular human.<br/><br/>In a day, though, that time of utter weakness would be over. Nevertheless, it made him want to get home quickly. He always felt so powerless, even if he still had better reflexes and he was still in better shape than most of the human population even when he was in this state.<br/><br/>Exhaling in a manner that might have been deemed canine in a way, Nanook continued to skate quickly, hoping to get home even if he was more than a match for even the toughest of humans. There's a possibility that something else could have been out here.<br/><br/>It was embarrassing, perhaps, as there was so little that a werewolf would have genuinely feared. He didn't want to face the fact that there were, indeed, some people in the world that could have gone after someone like him.