Werewolves (RP 2): The Legacy Written in Blood (12/10-04/11)
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:22 amHour Glass:
Zeit growled again, letting go of him, letting him drop like a rock tot he ground. "It's happening because you came onto private property, which happens to be private for many reasons" she said gruffly, crossing her arms, "Pay attention tot he signs before you go someplace, like before coming on to a ranch that happens to be having a few predator problems and guard dogs."
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"Call me furball again, and see what happens" Said Hawkthorne in an angered tone, but, being him, he couldn't act angry when he was content. His smile was shortly back on his face as he climbed into the driver's seat. "So Kaleb cooking tonight, Zeit's fridge needs replenishing and we need some snack food for after runs" he said as he started the engine.
Hour Glass:
Zeit growled again, letting go of him, letting him drop like a rock tot he ground. "It's happening because you came onto private property, which happens to be private for many reasons" she said gruffly, crossing her arms, "Pay attention tot he signs before you go someplace, like before coming on to a ranch that happens to be having a few predator problems and guard dogs."
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"Call me furball again, and see what happens" Said Hawkthorne in an angered tone, but, being him, he couldn't act angry when he was content. His smile was shortly back on his face as he climbed into the driver's seat. "So Kaleb cooking tonight, Zeit's fridge needs replenishing and we need some snack food for after runs" he said as he started the engine.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:23 amNequaria:
Seeing no reason to hang about in the kitchen for much longer, Creorran climbed up the old staircase. Once he was inside his room, he quickly threw on a clean pair of pants and a shirt. The young werewolf leaned upon the windowsill and gazed out. To Creorran's disappointment, there was not much to be seen.
Nequaria:
Seeing no reason to hang about in the kitchen for much longer, Creorran climbed up the old staircase. Once he was inside his room, he quickly threw on a clean pair of pants and a shirt. The young werewolf leaned upon the windowsill and gazed out. To Creorran's disappointment, there was not much to be seen.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:23 amCathannah:
Toby glanced up. "I didn't see any signs. Maybe they are not well placed or broken or invisable. It's only a forest I thought. Perhaps you should go repair the signs, or put up a fence, or let someone know who can put up a fence fore you- hey, can I have my paper back? I'm studying." He whimpered and rammbled all at once.
Cathannah:
Toby glanced up. "I didn't see any signs. Maybe they are not well placed or broken or invisable. It's only a forest I thought. Perhaps you should go repair the signs, or put up a fence, or let someone know who can put up a fence fore you- hey, can I have my paper back? I'm studying." He whimpered and rammbled all at once.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:23 amHour Glass:
Zeit took a deep sniff, this male was a werewolf himself, he should have been able to smell that this area was taken. "Have you ever learned to use your nose?" She growled, angry that she hadn't chased him off already, "You should have smelled the other werewolves in this area, and I happen to be second in command of the pack here, which means you need to run along now, I don't care if your just studying, I don;t like tresspassers here."
She let out a deep throaty growl, her eyes flashing that she would change if needed. "Run now and never come back, or your tail will no longer be attached" she growled, crossing her arms. She gripped his notes tightly in her fist, "You will only get your notes back when I watch you leave the area, after that I'll hand them over, once your over the boarder."
Hour Glass:
Zeit took a deep sniff, this male was a werewolf himself, he should have been able to smell that this area was taken. "Have you ever learned to use your nose?" She growled, angry that she hadn't chased him off already, "You should have smelled the other werewolves in this area, and I happen to be second in command of the pack here, which means you need to run along now, I don't care if your just studying, I don;t like tresspassers here."
She let out a deep throaty growl, her eyes flashing that she would change if needed. "Run now and never come back, or your tail will no longer be attached" she growled, crossing her arms. She gripped his notes tightly in her fist, "You will only get your notes back when I watch you leave the area, after that I'll hand them over, once your over the boarder."
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:24 amNequaria:
A wolf trotted through the very town that was near to the Kratos' pack. She was young, perhaps about twenty, with cream colored fur. She was thankful for her rather bland coloration, for it did not draw attention to her, and she could often pass herself off as a dog for she was not a very large creature. She was overall quite average.
The variety of odors in the town quite distracted her, though even she herself was not quite sure of why she was in this particular town. It was very far from where she was raised, though that did not matter to her any longer. She had left that place behind for good reason.
She suddenly stiffened as she passed a small grocery store. Her ears pricked straight up upon her head, and her eyes wildly scanned the area. As she opened her mouth to further investigate the scent, she quickly realized.
She had smelled another werewolf.
After sniffing around a bit longer, she discovered a second werewolf's scent. Both of the trails were fresh. She had no interest in following either scent or discovering which of the many "humans" around her were really werewolves. Instead, she wanted to get as far away from them as possible, but she found nowhere to run or hide.
Nequaria:
A wolf trotted through the very town that was near to the Kratos' pack. She was young, perhaps about twenty, with cream colored fur. She was thankful for her rather bland coloration, for it did not draw attention to her, and she could often pass herself off as a dog for she was not a very large creature. She was overall quite average.
The variety of odors in the town quite distracted her, though even she herself was not quite sure of why she was in this particular town. It was very far from where she was raised, though that did not matter to her any longer. She had left that place behind for good reason.
She suddenly stiffened as she passed a small grocery store. Her ears pricked straight up upon her head, and her eyes wildly scanned the area. As she opened her mouth to further investigate the scent, she quickly realized.
She had smelled another werewolf.
After sniffing around a bit longer, she discovered a second werewolf's scent. Both of the trails were fresh. She had no interest in following either scent or discovering which of the many "humans" around her were really werewolves. Instead, she wanted to get as far away from them as possible, but she found nowhere to run or hide.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:24 amAim:
Chime slowly got out of bed, she stretched then walked over to the dinning room, which was only a door away from her room. She looked at the table then at the kitchen door "I don't wanna cook today...." She groaned to herself and stood then for a few minutes, hoping some random dude would come out of nowhere and cook for her. When nothing happen, she sighed and walked into the kitchen and got some eggs and cheese from the fridge, with those she made a cheese omelet.
Chime grabbed the frying pan and took it to the table with a fork and dug in, she ate half the pan then, being full, walked back to the kitchen and threw the rest in a trash can. "Man, for someone as poor as you, that's being very wasteful." she thought to herself, smiling, then walked back into her room to get dress, she came back out five minutes later and walked out the door.
The walk to the store that she work part time, was short walk and she soon was there. She walked in and got her name tag. Chime then got ready for one of the borings jobs she ever had to, check outing.
Aim:
Chime slowly got out of bed, she stretched then walked over to the dinning room, which was only a door away from her room. She looked at the table then at the kitchen door "I don't wanna cook today...." She groaned to herself and stood then for a few minutes, hoping some random dude would come out of nowhere and cook for her. When nothing happen, she sighed and walked into the kitchen and got some eggs and cheese from the fridge, with those she made a cheese omelet.
Chime grabbed the frying pan and took it to the table with a fork and dug in, she ate half the pan then, being full, walked back to the kitchen and threw the rest in a trash can. "Man, for someone as poor as you, that's being very wasteful." she thought to herself, smiling, then walked back into her room to get dress, she came back out five minutes later and walked out the door.
The walk to the store that she work part time, was short walk and she soon was there. She walked in and got her name tag. Chime then got ready for one of the borings jobs she ever had to, check outing.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:24 amCathannah:
Toby whimpered again. "Werewolf? What are you- oh, you must be one.. I shoulda known. Oh dear, no wonder you're so mean. Yes, well. I don't have a tail, but that's not important.. I'm going now.. Yes. And- uh. You can keep the papers. They're not that important, I'll make new ones." He chuckled nervously, backing away. Then bolted like a rabbit......
In the wrong direction.
Cathannah:
Toby whimpered again. "Werewolf? What are you- oh, you must be one.. I shoulda known. Oh dear, no wonder you're so mean. Yes, well. I don't have a tail, but that's not important.. I'm going now.. Yes. And- uh. You can keep the papers. They're not that important, I'll make new ones." He chuckled nervously, backing away. Then bolted like a rabbit......
In the wrong direction.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:25 amKaqurei:
A bit unnoticed for the moment, a large brown wolf had stumbled upon Zeit and Toby and was watching them from a distance. His ears were errect and focused towards them, and his bright yellow eyes studied their interactions with increasing interest.
Zeit had announced her position in the pack he had figured lived here. The other... he had to be either an omega or was a trespasser. As he watched the lanky boy dart off, he decided quickly that the latter was more likely the case.
Perhaps an amused expression flashed accross this wolf's face. He checked his position briefly to be sure that he was downwind and his scent would not likely draw attention just yet. Satisifed that he was, he decided to standby and see how this would play out. Their beta, huh? She didn't look all too intimidating in her human form... but he knew that a person's man and wolf could be a far cry from each other.
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While Sabrina waited for Timothy's reply, an unattractive odor reached her. Strange wolf. Never an invited scent. Her eyes flashed and she glanced around the surrounding area quickly for the intruder.
Surprisingly, it was not hard to pick a large tan canine out of the crowd. Sabrina felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end and her eyes blazed yellow for a moment before she checked herself. What was she thinking? She'd just gotten Timothy to talk to her again...and then she was going to go "animal" and maul this intruder in the middle of a screaming crowd? No.
It literally pained her, but she decided to turn a blind eye to this invader for now.
Kaqurei:
A bit unnoticed for the moment, a large brown wolf had stumbled upon Zeit and Toby and was watching them from a distance. His ears were errect and focused towards them, and his bright yellow eyes studied their interactions with increasing interest.
Zeit had announced her position in the pack he had figured lived here. The other... he had to be either an omega or was a trespasser. As he watched the lanky boy dart off, he decided quickly that the latter was more likely the case.
Perhaps an amused expression flashed accross this wolf's face. He checked his position briefly to be sure that he was downwind and his scent would not likely draw attention just yet. Satisifed that he was, he decided to standby and see how this would play out. Their beta, huh? She didn't look all too intimidating in her human form... but he knew that a person's man and wolf could be a far cry from each other.
****
While Sabrina waited for Timothy's reply, an unattractive odor reached her. Strange wolf. Never an invited scent. Her eyes flashed and she glanced around the surrounding area quickly for the intruder.
Surprisingly, it was not hard to pick a large tan canine out of the crowd. Sabrina felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end and her eyes blazed yellow for a moment before she checked herself. What was she thinking? She'd just gotten Timothy to talk to her again...and then she was going to go "animal" and maul this intruder in the middle of a screaming crowd? No.
It literally pained her, but she decided to turn a blind eye to this invader for now.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:25 amHour Glass:
Zeit growled, grabbing her things, clearly frustrated with the boy, it was time she chased him down, and she was faster as a wolf. SHe looked around, finding a good spot to change her clothing, she didn't want to rip what she was wearing now. She swiftly changed, and took off, leaving her bag behind, she could come back for it later, now she had an intruder on her hands.
She moved through the forest, she knew the layout around here, along with every tree, stone and flower, this was her turf. She glided through the trees, almost a blur but nit quite, but she was picking up speed, and catching up tot he half-breed very quickly. She ran, then leaped over his head, spinning around as she landed, kicking up dust behind her. She growled, her ears pulled back in a sign of agression. "Other way, buster" she growled, her eyes narrowing.
Hour Glass:
Zeit growled, grabbing her things, clearly frustrated with the boy, it was time she chased him down, and she was faster as a wolf. SHe looked around, finding a good spot to change her clothing, she didn't want to rip what she was wearing now. She swiftly changed, and took off, leaving her bag behind, she could come back for it later, now she had an intruder on her hands.
She moved through the forest, she knew the layout around here, along with every tree, stone and flower, this was her turf. She glided through the trees, almost a blur but nit quite, but she was picking up speed, and catching up tot he half-breed very quickly. She ran, then leaped over his head, spinning around as she landed, kicking up dust behind her. She growled, her ears pulled back in a sign of agression. "Other way, buster" she growled, her eyes narrowing.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 1:26 amMay:
Kratos smiled at Jackie's reply. "You like to beat up on inspiration, then?" He asked sarcastically.
As they continued to walk, Kratos' eyes trailed up the path a little ways ahead of them to where the path lead away from the fence and off to the apple orchard on the hill. It was a place very near to the large oak trees amidst the firs of the forest, where the pack had been founded....
With this thought, came naturally the memories of that dark night with Gathen and later the discovery of Timothy..
Kratos sighed and shook the memory from his head, it was not a pleasant thing to recall..
"Well, something that I've always found rather interesting is a good run through the forest with the wind at my back.." Kratos said contentedly. "I know that it may sound cliche as far as our kind are concerned, but please let me explain my fascination with it.
You see, ordinary people can never experience the world the way we do. With four legs we have the ability to race alongside wild horses without ever falling behind. We can embrace any landscape beneath our feet without tripping and roam the highest ledges that most people could not dream of ever reaching.
"We don't need to fear the wild beasts which we come upon, because we are the beasts which most come to fear. We do not give regard to sleeping in the mud a night because we do not grow ill from it.
We have naturally what most have always sought but will never gain...
However, as with everything we know, what can be used for great good, if neglected, will be used for great destruction.. There are not many who can withstand us, and as such we must not engage upon them as is the desires of our natural being.
We can see the world in such a more glorious way then the average human being, if only we can control the natural instincts of a mortal frame. This is our legacy, indeed a legacy written in our very blood.. "
*****
Timothy smiled at the offer, but remained silent for a time to think about it, and when at last he was about to reply, he instinctively noticed Sabrina's tensity.
"What's wrong?" Timothy asked, but he discovered the reason quicker then he had expected. The scent of another werewolf, not the stranger he had felt before, but another individual which was in the area.
Timothy turned his head quickly in the opposite direction in which he believed the stranger to be, as if he were trying to ignore it, but at length he gave in.. The boy stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the young werewolf whom no one seemed to be noticing, and for a time, he could do nothing but listen to the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.
Timothy could not think of what he was doing, or why he was doing it, nor did he know that within him a silent battle was raging...
She's standing over there, she seems completely oblivious... No, wait. She's become alarmed, she wants to run. But I want to run. Why should I run from something that's running from me? Why is she acting like that, I've never seen someone act like that.. They're hunters, they hunt, they don't run... If you run the hunter is going to chase, you're suppose to stand your ground. Obviously.
If she wants to run and so do I then who's going to chase? We can get away from each other.. I'm leaving, I'm going to run. It doesn't make sense to run. If I run I'll become prey, they'll hunt me..
A fear began to close on Timothy's mind. It was hunt or be the hunted, and even though Timothy could not remember it, he knew what it was like to be the hunted.. It was painful, it was a punishment for running.. He couldn't fathom why he couldn't think reasonably, why he couldn't just believe that the werewolf was a dog like all the people around him. Why he couldn't lie to himself and make himself believe it just so he could turn around and leave...
May:
Kratos smiled at Jackie's reply. "You like to beat up on inspiration, then?" He asked sarcastically.
As they continued to walk, Kratos' eyes trailed up the path a little ways ahead of them to where the path lead away from the fence and off to the apple orchard on the hill. It was a place very near to the large oak trees amidst the firs of the forest, where the pack had been founded....
With this thought, came naturally the memories of that dark night with Gathen and later the discovery of Timothy..
Kratos sighed and shook the memory from his head, it was not a pleasant thing to recall..
"Well, something that I've always found rather interesting is a good run through the forest with the wind at my back.." Kratos said contentedly. "I know that it may sound cliche as far as our kind are concerned, but please let me explain my fascination with it.
You see, ordinary people can never experience the world the way we do. With four legs we have the ability to race alongside wild horses without ever falling behind. We can embrace any landscape beneath our feet without tripping and roam the highest ledges that most people could not dream of ever reaching.
"We don't need to fear the wild beasts which we come upon, because we are the beasts which most come to fear. We do not give regard to sleeping in the mud a night because we do not grow ill from it.
We have naturally what most have always sought but will never gain...
However, as with everything we know, what can be used for great good, if neglected, will be used for great destruction.. There are not many who can withstand us, and as such we must not engage upon them as is the desires of our natural being.
We can see the world in such a more glorious way then the average human being, if only we can control the natural instincts of a mortal frame. This is our legacy, indeed a legacy written in our very blood.. "
*****
Timothy smiled at the offer, but remained silent for a time to think about it, and when at last he was about to reply, he instinctively noticed Sabrina's tensity.
"What's wrong?" Timothy asked, but he discovered the reason quicker then he had expected. The scent of another werewolf, not the stranger he had felt before, but another individual which was in the area.
Timothy turned his head quickly in the opposite direction in which he believed the stranger to be, as if he were trying to ignore it, but at length he gave in.. The boy stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the young werewolf whom no one seemed to be noticing, and for a time, he could do nothing but listen to the sound of his heart pounding in his ears.
Timothy could not think of what he was doing, or why he was doing it, nor did he know that within him a silent battle was raging...
She's standing over there, she seems completely oblivious... No, wait. She's become alarmed, she wants to run. But I want to run. Why should I run from something that's running from me? Why is she acting like that, I've never seen someone act like that.. They're hunters, they hunt, they don't run... If you run the hunter is going to chase, you're suppose to stand your ground. Obviously.
If she wants to run and so do I then who's going to chase? We can get away from each other.. I'm leaving, I'm going to run. It doesn't make sense to run. If I run I'll become prey, they'll hunt me..
A fear began to close on Timothy's mind. It was hunt or be the hunted, and even though Timothy could not remember it, he knew what it was like to be the hunted.. It was painful, it was a punishment for running.. He couldn't fathom why he couldn't think reasonably, why he couldn't just believe that the werewolf was a dog like all the people around him. Why he couldn't lie to himself and make himself believe it just so he could turn around and leave...
