Werewolves (RP 3): A Time to Teach and Hunt (04/11-12/11)
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:53 amHour Glass:
"I'm not sure what to do with him" the female growled, eyeing the spy, "He knows about our pack, running him off would let him take the information back to the ones who sent him, but keeping him here could let him learn more information, and leave us open for attack." She looked tot he spy, "And he would have to give me a good reason to trust him, if he stayed I'd want him close so I could watch his every move."
She looked to the woman, "As for her, I have no clue what to do, but if she can be of help for Jackie, keeping her under watch might be a good thing. She looked back to leader, waiting for instruction.
Hour Glass:
"I'm not sure what to do with him" the female growled, eyeing the spy, "He knows about our pack, running him off would let him take the information back to the ones who sent him, but keeping him here could let him learn more information, and leave us open for attack." She looked tot he spy, "And he would have to give me a good reason to trust him, if he stayed I'd want him close so I could watch his every move."
She looked to the woman, "As for her, I have no clue what to do, but if she can be of help for Jackie, keeping her under watch might be a good thing. She looked back to leader, waiting for instruction.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:53 amIndy:
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The noise cut through the silence of her mind like a knife. For the first time in hours, Jackie stirred.
Immediately confusion swept her mind. She didn't know where she was, or if she even was anywhere. Blackness had swept every corner of her vision. Yet the more she considered her predicament, the more she could realize what she did know.
For one thing, she didn't feel a tide of pain she had felt earlier. No, rather she felt dull and heavy, like someone had weighted her down with lead. A pain medication perhaps? She considered the idea for a moment and realized it seemed considerably plausible. The medication must have been strong, too, to even begin to have the effect it was having. The beeping continued to hum in her ear like an irritating bee, but she slowly realized that it hummed in sync with the beats of her heart. Like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, her sleepy mind slowly configured what she knew until she had formulated a single theory of what had happened. Ulric had brought her to hospital.
Which meant, once she opened her eyes, the darkness that spread infinitely before her would vanish. With a bit of effort, she struggled to open her heavy eyelids. It was the equivalent of lifting cinder blocks.
A multitude of different sensory details struck her at once. The room she was in smelled sterile and clean, yet there was still the smell the foul, sticky sickness that lingered in the background. The ceiling was a blinding white, so much so that she could make out little else until she blinked a few times. The wall-paper on the walls was an obnoxious floral print. Several beds were hid behind blue curtains to the left of her, although they were unoccupied; apparently the hospital hadn't been too busy apart from herself. Warm sunshine filtered through the curtain of the window at the farthest edge of the room, which lightly settled on her cheeks. It was mostly quiet, save for the steady beep of the monitor beside her, the shuffle of feet, or the quiet conversation somewhere outside her door.
In fact... something about the voices that carried from the hall struck her as familiar. She sorted through the jumble of facts in her mind, easily dismissed the female voice as unimportant, than focused on the deep voice of the male. After a moment of contemplation, it dawned on her that the voice was Ulric. She hadn't expected him to stick around and couldn't help but feel shocked that he had. She listened more intently, trying to catch the gist of what they were talking about, but only caught the last sentence of the woman.
They're growing too dangerous to keep around"
The voices faded to silence, yet Jackie continued to strain her hearing to catch more. What was too dangerous? The answer seemed obvious, yet the nurse couldn't have known about werewolves. Not unless as of late the pack had been dropping far too many clues or the locals had been paying too much attention to the ongoing of the forest. Actually, bad thought there. She hadn't been around long, but she'd known that Kratos and his pack of jolly mutts weren't exactly well-behaved. Brief worry flushed her mind, but she let the emotion end there. It wasn't her concern.
Her thoughts collected for a few more seconds, she found herself no longer satisfied laying down like a useless lump. Inhaling deeply and gathering herself, she clumsily lifted her heavy hand and reached for the rack that held her IV bag at the side. She brought her other hand over, nearly slamming it into the rack, and with a grunt strained to upright herself.
"Nnng,"
Beepbeepbeepbeep.
The monitor exploded in a shrill just as the room seemed to spin beneath her. Short two seconds from drooling on the cold, dirty floor of the hospital, Jackie decided it wiser to sit panting at the edge of the bed.
****
Theo wasn't too fond of the car ride. For one thing, the driver seemed intent on killing them. Sabrina drove too quickly down the unpathed rode, plowing through it with little regard for the occupants. His teeth vibrated in his jaw, as did about every other bone in his body, and he sighed with a grimace.
If the way Sabrina was driving didn't clue him in on the urgency, her explanation did. While he had honestly been as behaved as a lapdog that night, there was no denying the fact that odd activities had taken place in the forest that night. Injury seemed to be imminent rather than a possibility. He grunted, indicating he had understood Sabrina, although dedicated no more sound to add to it.
The trees soon became scarcer and scarcer until finally they gave way entirely for the empty expanse of the farm. Nestled like an egg against the pale baby blue of the morning sky sat the cottage. He had already unbuckled his seat belt (having buckled it as soon as he learned Sabrina's value on safety) and tensed as he waited for the ancient truck to splutter to a stop.
Indy:
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The noise cut through the silence of her mind like a knife. For the first time in hours, Jackie stirred.
Immediately confusion swept her mind. She didn't know where she was, or if she even was anywhere. Blackness had swept every corner of her vision. Yet the more she considered her predicament, the more she could realize what she did know.
For one thing, she didn't feel a tide of pain she had felt earlier. No, rather she felt dull and heavy, like someone had weighted her down with lead. A pain medication perhaps? She considered the idea for a moment and realized it seemed considerably plausible. The medication must have been strong, too, to even begin to have the effect it was having. The beeping continued to hum in her ear like an irritating bee, but she slowly realized that it hummed in sync with the beats of her heart. Like pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, her sleepy mind slowly configured what she knew until she had formulated a single theory of what had happened. Ulric had brought her to hospital.
Which meant, once she opened her eyes, the darkness that spread infinitely before her would vanish. With a bit of effort, she struggled to open her heavy eyelids. It was the equivalent of lifting cinder blocks.
A multitude of different sensory details struck her at once. The room she was in smelled sterile and clean, yet there was still the smell the foul, sticky sickness that lingered in the background. The ceiling was a blinding white, so much so that she could make out little else until she blinked a few times. The wall-paper on the walls was an obnoxious floral print. Several beds were hid behind blue curtains to the left of her, although they were unoccupied; apparently the hospital hadn't been too busy apart from herself. Warm sunshine filtered through the curtain of the window at the farthest edge of the room, which lightly settled on her cheeks. It was mostly quiet, save for the steady beep of the monitor beside her, the shuffle of feet, or the quiet conversation somewhere outside her door.
In fact... something about the voices that carried from the hall struck her as familiar. She sorted through the jumble of facts in her mind, easily dismissed the female voice as unimportant, than focused on the deep voice of the male. After a moment of contemplation, it dawned on her that the voice was Ulric. She hadn't expected him to stick around and couldn't help but feel shocked that he had. She listened more intently, trying to catch the gist of what they were talking about, but only caught the last sentence of the woman.
They're growing too dangerous to keep around"
The voices faded to silence, yet Jackie continued to strain her hearing to catch more. What was too dangerous? The answer seemed obvious, yet the nurse couldn't have known about werewolves. Not unless as of late the pack had been dropping far too many clues or the locals had been paying too much attention to the ongoing of the forest. Actually, bad thought there. She hadn't been around long, but she'd known that Kratos and his pack of jolly mutts weren't exactly well-behaved. Brief worry flushed her mind, but she let the emotion end there. It wasn't her concern.
Her thoughts collected for a few more seconds, she found herself no longer satisfied laying down like a useless lump. Inhaling deeply and gathering herself, she clumsily lifted her heavy hand and reached for the rack that held her IV bag at the side. She brought her other hand over, nearly slamming it into the rack, and with a grunt strained to upright herself.
"Nnng,"
Beepbeepbeepbeep.
The monitor exploded in a shrill just as the room seemed to spin beneath her. Short two seconds from drooling on the cold, dirty floor of the hospital, Jackie decided it wiser to sit panting at the edge of the bed.
****
Theo wasn't too fond of the car ride. For one thing, the driver seemed intent on killing them. Sabrina drove too quickly down the unpathed rode, plowing through it with little regard for the occupants. His teeth vibrated in his jaw, as did about every other bone in his body, and he sighed with a grimace.
If the way Sabrina was driving didn't clue him in on the urgency, her explanation did. While he had honestly been as behaved as a lapdog that night, there was no denying the fact that odd activities had taken place in the forest that night. Injury seemed to be imminent rather than a possibility. He grunted, indicating he had understood Sabrina, although dedicated no more sound to add to it.
The trees soon became scarcer and scarcer until finally they gave way entirely for the empty expanse of the farm. Nestled like an egg against the pale baby blue of the morning sky sat the cottage. He had already unbuckled his seat belt (having buckled it as soon as he learned Sabrina's value on safety) and tensed as he waited for the ancient truck to splutter to a stop.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:53 amAim:
Chime grabbed hold of her seat as they sped away. It had took by surprise and she nearly panicked as she tried to buckle her seat beat, when she finally did she found herself needing to unbuckle it again as Zeit's house came into play. Chime nodded and got ready to jumped out after Theo, she did indeed know where those where, though it never popped into her head to ask how many towels.
Aim:
Chime grabbed hold of her seat as they sped away. It had took by surprise and she nearly panicked as she tried to buckle her seat beat, when she finally did she found herself needing to unbuckle it again as Zeit's house came into play. Chime nodded and got ready to jumped out after Theo, she did indeed know where those where, though it never popped into her head to ask how many towels.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:57 amMay:
Much to the nurse's alarm Ulric jumped up off his chair amid the conversation several seconds before Jackie's heart-rate monitor even sped up. In fact, the nurse hadn't known what to think until the shrill beeping began. Then she clicked a button tied on her wrist and rushed to Jackie's bedside.
"Ma'am, please lay down." The red-headed woman urged. "The doctor will be here in just a moment."
Ulric stood with a concerned expression in the doorway of the curtained room. He stayed quiet and watched Jackie and the nurse, he didn't know if there was any assistance or comfort he could give, but he was prepared to offer anything he had.
****
A deep voice spoke out of the darkness. It was gruff and hollow as if being heard like an echo down a long empty pipe.
Timothy lifted his eyes slowly, not very high, just enough to see the dark pair of paws standing in front of him. Then he lowered his gaze and turned his head away.
The voice did not repeat the words, though Timothy waited and listened for them. The air seemed thick and sticky, like the mist on that morning in spring just before the sun broke through the clouds. But there was no sun here, no light that could penetrate the growing confusion in this place.
Where was he, what was this place? Timothy hadn't cared to think about it until now, but the more he thought about it, the less he knew and the more curious he got. Yet something at the back of his mind told him not to look up, not to try to remember this place. There was an aching in his heart, a feeling which was on the edge of his mind. It was a bittersweet sensation..
He knew he wanted it, that he longed for it, having known what it was at some point in his life.. But that it had a unsavory feeling near it, like something terrible that would cause his every bone to tremble.
"No." Timothy said to himself, and he felt the word slip from his lips into the darkness but vanish before it entered his ears. All was silent around him.
Timothy dared to lift his eyes again, looking to find the paws that were there before, but hoping they were not there. As he timidly lifted his gaze, he found that whomever had stood there was now gone, or else was not standing where Timothy had last seen him. Then as he looked further he could see a pathway through a tunnel of trees and branches.
Light filtered through the leaves and Timothy felt comforted. He had been here before, he now knew that he must be beside the oaks at the edge of the den.. He would not be looked for here, at least not while he was alone.
Timothy wanted to run away from here as fast as his legs could carry him. He knew he did not want to return to the den or greet whomever it was whom had left. He then wondered where he could go, where he would find safety, someplace that would be protected from- Who was it? Timothy couldn't remember, but he knew there was one place he would be safe, and wanted to go to it.
However, he could no longer recall how to get there or who would meet him.
Then that bittersweet sensation returned and Timothy knew all he had to do was turn around and look. But fear was present now along with that terrible memory at the edge of his mind. Everything was okay though, wasn't it? He was safe as long as he was alone..
"I'll do it. There's nothing wrong, I can defend myself." He said. Then he wanted to close his eyes and forget all over again. "Would it really hurt that much? I know I'm strong and fast."
Timothy had made up his mind now, but he felt that every part of him was now braced in the expectancy of some unnameable pain.. A pain he had felt once but had cut out of himself that it would not hurt him any longer.
"Don't do it." Timothy whispered to himself. "Isn't it where I want to go? I know that when I think about it I savor safety and love, comfort, and kindness... But then I think about it more and feel afraid, and I know something terrible happened. I don't want to think about it, I don't want to know it. What was so terrible?"
Timothy tried to remember what it was that was so terrible and then everything changed. The yellow light of the sun vanished and the trees turned red. Standing where the pathway had been was a large gray wolf which stared at him in silence.
"Where's the pack? Are you a loner?" Timothy said aloud and he heard his voice echo in his ears. Suddenly he felt a burning fear rush through his body then abruptly freeze in his veins.The wolf uncovered his teeth, his hackles raised, and he slowly began to approach.
Timothy thought that he had wanted to run, but took a step forward instead. "I'm not afraid of you. I'll fight you if you come closer."
The wolf halted and began growling. Timothy then became aware of a dull pain across his neck and back which was slowly growing and he felt liquid seeping over his shoulder.
"Is it raining?" He wondered, but he did not look to find out. His eyes were trained on the eyes of the wolf.
The beast then changed, and it continued to move forward. It stood up on two legs and upon its head were two curled horns, but its body was still covered in fur and it still looked much like an animal.
"Run! Run!" Timothy heard a high voice scream!
Timothy's heart began beating hard and fast in his chest. "If I run then I'm his prey." Timothy tried to explain.
But the woman did not hear him and continued screaming a word which he could not understand. Then he was aware that he could smell and hear rushing water and could feel something against his arm.
"I'm not going to run." Timothy growled. "I'm strong, they fear me!"
Despite this however, Timothy suddenly found the scene changed and he was running. He felt his heart pounding and knew the beast was after him!
The pain in his back increased and he realized that his energy was spent and every muscle in his body was straining! He knew there was a reason why he was running; he didn't want the beast to stop, he wanted it to follow him. Why?
Timothy became frustrated and came to a complete halt!
"I'm not playing this game! Give me answers or leave me alone!!" He said and turned around to face the monster! What he saw was the smooth sorrowful face of a girl standing by the river, but before he could ask any questions the face of the beast appeared in front of him with its jaws agape!
No longer human, Timothy attacked the beast with a dreadful fear in his heart, but it was not fear of the beast nor of his own safety.... It was fear for the girl, and suddenly that fear caught aflame and filled Timothy's entire body with rage!
****
Timothy's fists had been clenched since he had fallen in the forest, his muscles were tense and every ounce of energy he possessed was being used to maintain his werewolf form. With such little practice in as a werewolf, Timothy shouldn't have had the ability to retain that form as long as he had.
It seemed that the moment the moon had loosened her hold, Timothy had been fighting to gain one.
May:
Much to the nurse's alarm Ulric jumped up off his chair amid the conversation several seconds before Jackie's heart-rate monitor even sped up. In fact, the nurse hadn't known what to think until the shrill beeping began. Then she clicked a button tied on her wrist and rushed to Jackie's bedside.
"Ma'am, please lay down." The red-headed woman urged. "The doctor will be here in just a moment."
Ulric stood with a concerned expression in the doorway of the curtained room. He stayed quiet and watched Jackie and the nurse, he didn't know if there was any assistance or comfort he could give, but he was prepared to offer anything he had.
****
A deep voice spoke out of the darkness. It was gruff and hollow as if being heard like an echo down a long empty pipe.
Timothy lifted his eyes slowly, not very high, just enough to see the dark pair of paws standing in front of him. Then he lowered his gaze and turned his head away.
The voice did not repeat the words, though Timothy waited and listened for them. The air seemed thick and sticky, like the mist on that morning in spring just before the sun broke through the clouds. But there was no sun here, no light that could penetrate the growing confusion in this place.
Where was he, what was this place? Timothy hadn't cared to think about it until now, but the more he thought about it, the less he knew and the more curious he got. Yet something at the back of his mind told him not to look up, not to try to remember this place. There was an aching in his heart, a feeling which was on the edge of his mind. It was a bittersweet sensation..
He knew he wanted it, that he longed for it, having known what it was at some point in his life.. But that it had a unsavory feeling near it, like something terrible that would cause his every bone to tremble.
"No." Timothy said to himself, and he felt the word slip from his lips into the darkness but vanish before it entered his ears. All was silent around him.
Timothy dared to lift his eyes again, looking to find the paws that were there before, but hoping they were not there. As he timidly lifted his gaze, he found that whomever had stood there was now gone, or else was not standing where Timothy had last seen him. Then as he looked further he could see a pathway through a tunnel of trees and branches.
Light filtered through the leaves and Timothy felt comforted. He had been here before, he now knew that he must be beside the oaks at the edge of the den.. He would not be looked for here, at least not while he was alone.
Timothy wanted to run away from here as fast as his legs could carry him. He knew he did not want to return to the den or greet whomever it was whom had left. He then wondered where he could go, where he would find safety, someplace that would be protected from- Who was it? Timothy couldn't remember, but he knew there was one place he would be safe, and wanted to go to it.
However, he could no longer recall how to get there or who would meet him.
Then that bittersweet sensation returned and Timothy knew all he had to do was turn around and look. But fear was present now along with that terrible memory at the edge of his mind. Everything was okay though, wasn't it? He was safe as long as he was alone..
"I'll do it. There's nothing wrong, I can defend myself." He said. Then he wanted to close his eyes and forget all over again. "Would it really hurt that much? I know I'm strong and fast."
Timothy had made up his mind now, but he felt that every part of him was now braced in the expectancy of some unnameable pain.. A pain he had felt once but had cut out of himself that it would not hurt him any longer.
"Don't do it." Timothy whispered to himself. "Isn't it where I want to go? I know that when I think about it I savor safety and love, comfort, and kindness... But then I think about it more and feel afraid, and I know something terrible happened. I don't want to think about it, I don't want to know it. What was so terrible?"
Timothy tried to remember what it was that was so terrible and then everything changed. The yellow light of the sun vanished and the trees turned red. Standing where the pathway had been was a large gray wolf which stared at him in silence.
"Where's the pack? Are you a loner?" Timothy said aloud and he heard his voice echo in his ears. Suddenly he felt a burning fear rush through his body then abruptly freeze in his veins.The wolf uncovered his teeth, his hackles raised, and he slowly began to approach.
Timothy thought that he had wanted to run, but took a step forward instead. "I'm not afraid of you. I'll fight you if you come closer."
The wolf halted and began growling. Timothy then became aware of a dull pain across his neck and back which was slowly growing and he felt liquid seeping over his shoulder.
"Is it raining?" He wondered, but he did not look to find out. His eyes were trained on the eyes of the wolf.
The beast then changed, and it continued to move forward. It stood up on two legs and upon its head were two curled horns, but its body was still covered in fur and it still looked much like an animal.
"Run! Run!" Timothy heard a high voice scream!
Timothy's heart began beating hard and fast in his chest. "If I run then I'm his prey." Timothy tried to explain.
But the woman did not hear him and continued screaming a word which he could not understand. Then he was aware that he could smell and hear rushing water and could feel something against his arm.
"I'm not going to run." Timothy growled. "I'm strong, they fear me!"
Despite this however, Timothy suddenly found the scene changed and he was running. He felt his heart pounding and knew the beast was after him!
The pain in his back increased and he realized that his energy was spent and every muscle in his body was straining! He knew there was a reason why he was running; he didn't want the beast to stop, he wanted it to follow him. Why?
Timothy became frustrated and came to a complete halt!
"I'm not playing this game! Give me answers or leave me alone!!" He said and turned around to face the monster! What he saw was the smooth sorrowful face of a girl standing by the river, but before he could ask any questions the face of the beast appeared in front of him with its jaws agape!
No longer human, Timothy attacked the beast with a dreadful fear in his heart, but it was not fear of the beast nor of his own safety.... It was fear for the girl, and suddenly that fear caught aflame and filled Timothy's entire body with rage!
****
Timothy's fists had been clenched since he had fallen in the forest, his muscles were tense and every ounce of energy he possessed was being used to maintain his werewolf form. With such little practice in as a werewolf, Timothy shouldn't have had the ability to retain that form as long as he had.
It seemed that the moment the moon had loosened her hold, Timothy had been fighting to gain one.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:57 amMariel:
Kieoki pulled her hand away from the doorknob then, flinching as she did so before she kneaded the fingers of that hand with the fingers of her other. Frowning, she moved her good hand to her forehead as she started yelling at her wolf in her mind. It'd been a long time since her wolf had been so loud, so demanding. Kieoki winced and shook her head, knowing she wouldn't be able to go out in front of the others when she was already muttering to herself under her breath. This wasn't good.
Turning away from the door, and trying to tune out the maniacal laugh that started ringing out in her mind, Kieoki headed towards the window and slid it open, hopping out in a flash, landing silently on the ground. She glanced around, making sure no one could see her -or so she hoped- before she darted off into the forest. She needed a break. It wasn't like she enjoyed staying up all night just to have no sleep in the morning. She'd been planning on getting some sleep, and now that didn't seem like it was going to happen anytime soon. Or was it?
When Kieoki hit the forest she wasn't running on two legs anymore. Her bare feet weren't hitting the ground, but her soft brown paws were, her tail streaming out behind her. She clenched her teeth against the pain in her arm but kept running until her wolf was large in her mind, her body, aching to be let in control. Deciding that she was far enough away from anyone that her wolf wouldn't cause any harm, Kieoki sighed and relaxed her grip, drifting off into her mind where she promptly fell asleep as she let her wolf have some free time.
Free for the first time in a long time, Kieoki's wolf let out a playful bark and slowed down, trotting happily in the silence that was surrounding her. She glanced around, nose to the air as she tried to pick out a scent, but not finding it she shrugged and continued to walk onwards, not realizing until after a few minutes had passed that her arm was still injured. Shouldn't it have?...oh right. It wouldn't have. Why had she had to go do that thing in the first place? Kieoki's wolf shrugged and dismissed the thought before she paused, looking around herself. She seemed to still be in Kratos's territory, but she couldn't sense him. She was worried about running into him, but she could make something up about why she was a wolf. She's have to wake Kieoki to shift back if needed though, and that thought made her fur bristle. That weak girl. Why did she have to be stuck with someone as weak as her?
But enough negative thoughts, it was time to enjoy herself. And that started with finding something to eat. She sunk lower to the ground and scented the air, trying to pick up on the scent of a small animal. It took a few minutes, but she suddenly scented a small creature that wasn't very far away. She stalked towards it, blind to the pain in her shoulder as she closed in on the small creature. She was close to it when she stopped, crouching down as she prepared to strike. Another second would be all she needed to catch that little bit of food. A lift of a paw...and she jumped, her jaws opening to snatch up the animal. But her paws hit the ground and not the creature. It had darted sideways and she was unable to lash out sideways because of the sharp pain that shot up her arm. She whined and lifted her paw from the ground, mentally cursing Kieoki for letting them get injured.
Narrowing her eyes, she gingerly set her paw back down and trotted off again, trying to forget about the pain flashing down through her injured arm. After another fifteen minutes or so, the pain got the better of her and she sat down under a tree, huffing softly as she laid down on her stomach, her head resting on her paws. This was so bittersweet. She got to have control only to have herself hindered by an old mistake and this stupid wound. She had the greatest luck. Muttering to herself, she closed her eyes, planning to take a break here for awhile.
Mariel:
Kieoki pulled her hand away from the doorknob then, flinching as she did so before she kneaded the fingers of that hand with the fingers of her other. Frowning, she moved her good hand to her forehead as she started yelling at her wolf in her mind. It'd been a long time since her wolf had been so loud, so demanding. Kieoki winced and shook her head, knowing she wouldn't be able to go out in front of the others when she was already muttering to herself under her breath. This wasn't good.
Turning away from the door, and trying to tune out the maniacal laugh that started ringing out in her mind, Kieoki headed towards the window and slid it open, hopping out in a flash, landing silently on the ground. She glanced around, making sure no one could see her -or so she hoped- before she darted off into the forest. She needed a break. It wasn't like she enjoyed staying up all night just to have no sleep in the morning. She'd been planning on getting some sleep, and now that didn't seem like it was going to happen anytime soon. Or was it?
When Kieoki hit the forest she wasn't running on two legs anymore. Her bare feet weren't hitting the ground, but her soft brown paws were, her tail streaming out behind her. She clenched her teeth against the pain in her arm but kept running until her wolf was large in her mind, her body, aching to be let in control. Deciding that she was far enough away from anyone that her wolf wouldn't cause any harm, Kieoki sighed and relaxed her grip, drifting off into her mind where she promptly fell asleep as she let her wolf have some free time.
Free for the first time in a long time, Kieoki's wolf let out a playful bark and slowed down, trotting happily in the silence that was surrounding her. She glanced around, nose to the air as she tried to pick out a scent, but not finding it she shrugged and continued to walk onwards, not realizing until after a few minutes had passed that her arm was still injured. Shouldn't it have?...oh right. It wouldn't have. Why had she had to go do that thing in the first place? Kieoki's wolf shrugged and dismissed the thought before she paused, looking around herself. She seemed to still be in Kratos's territory, but she couldn't sense him. She was worried about running into him, but she could make something up about why she was a wolf. She's have to wake Kieoki to shift back if needed though, and that thought made her fur bristle. That weak girl. Why did she have to be stuck with someone as weak as her?
But enough negative thoughts, it was time to enjoy herself. And that started with finding something to eat. She sunk lower to the ground and scented the air, trying to pick up on the scent of a small animal. It took a few minutes, but she suddenly scented a small creature that wasn't very far away. She stalked towards it, blind to the pain in her shoulder as she closed in on the small creature. She was close to it when she stopped, crouching down as she prepared to strike. Another second would be all she needed to catch that little bit of food. A lift of a paw...and she jumped, her jaws opening to snatch up the animal. But her paws hit the ground and not the creature. It had darted sideways and she was unable to lash out sideways because of the sharp pain that shot up her arm. She whined and lifted her paw from the ground, mentally cursing Kieoki for letting them get injured.
Narrowing her eyes, she gingerly set her paw back down and trotted off again, trying to forget about the pain flashing down through her injured arm. After another fifteen minutes or so, the pain got the better of her and she sat down under a tree, huffing softly as she laid down on her stomach, her head resting on her paws. This was so bittersweet. She got to have control only to have herself hindered by an old mistake and this stupid wound. She had the greatest luck. Muttering to herself, she closed her eyes, planning to take a break here for awhile.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:58 amIndy:
Still clinging to the side of the IV rack, Jackie titled her head to offer a rather icy glare at the nurse. For a moment, it seemed Jackie would disregard the nurse's order out of pure spite from having one. Fortunately, the mental image of herself babbling incoherent portions of the alphabet via angered nurse dosing her full of who-knew-what stopped that particular notion. Almost obediently, she slowly slid herself back onto the stiff sheets of the hospital bed. She maintained the icy glare at the nurse all the same.
From her periphery vision she spotted the tall figure of Ulric loitering in the door-way. Jackie found herself mildly amused by the concern that spread across her face, but at the same time a little uneasy because of it. He'd saved her life. More than that, he still continued to show concern for her well-being even after he'd known her to be in capable hands. It was the kind of debt that she would never loose nor ever likely to repay. It was the kind of debt that made life complicated.
With a slow sight, she traced her fingers over the puckered red edge of a light scratch of her arms. Nothing could be done now other than to wait like a silly child for the doctor to look at her from behind a long stack of charts, then pester her with questions.
Indy:
Still clinging to the side of the IV rack, Jackie titled her head to offer a rather icy glare at the nurse. For a moment, it seemed Jackie would disregard the nurse's order out of pure spite from having one. Fortunately, the mental image of herself babbling incoherent portions of the alphabet via angered nurse dosing her full of who-knew-what stopped that particular notion. Almost obediently, she slowly slid herself back onto the stiff sheets of the hospital bed. She maintained the icy glare at the nurse all the same.
From her periphery vision she spotted the tall figure of Ulric loitering in the door-way. Jackie found herself mildly amused by the concern that spread across her face, but at the same time a little uneasy because of it. He'd saved her life. More than that, he still continued to show concern for her well-being even after he'd known her to be in capable hands. It was the kind of debt that she would never loose nor ever likely to repay. It was the kind of debt that made life complicated.
With a slow sight, she traced her fingers over the puckered red edge of a light scratch of her arms. Nothing could be done now other than to wait like a silly child for the doctor to look at her from behind a long stack of charts, then pester her with questions.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:58 amMay:
The nurse fidgeted around Jackie until her patient had consented to obey, then she went about straightening the sheet and checking on the monitors.
Ulric watched closely but did not enter the 'room' just yet. He could see the nurse felt Jackie's distaste toward her, though she worked with an air of control and dominance, knowing well that her patient was not in any position to argue.. Being werewolf, Ulric could easily see all this; for them it was not at all difficult to understand and communicate without words or signals, most werewolves did so naturally.
Arrogance it seemed that this woman fully expected or else demanded Jackie to submit to her, but Ulric knew most doctors and nurses were like this; showing their authority over their patients in like manner.
Then came the clack of shoes outside the large room and Ulric looked over his shoulder to see a man enter. This was the doctor, Ulric had seen him earlier and was not alarmed, but he felt a need to communicate his position.
As the man approached, Ulric stepped into Jackie's 'room' and came to stand by her bed. In this small gesture subconsciously overlooked by the nurse, he allowed Jackie to know that he would protect her if they made her uncomfortable.
"Alright, so what do we have here?" The doctor asked as he pushed aside the curtain.
"It looks good, Dr. Howard." The nurse said, giving the doctor her papers and stepping aside for him to examine the patient.
"Good, good. It looks like you're recovering quite quickly from your injuries." Dr. Howard explained as he read over the brief notes and adjusted a few of the monitors. "You should go back to sleep and rest a bit longer."
Ulric observed that whatever Dr. Howard and the nurse reviewed on those papers had slightly disconcerted them. He guessed that it was the extraordinary rate at which Jackie's body was recovering, and likely that she had regained consciousness so quickly despite the great amount of medication still within her system..
These assumptions were correct, for neither Dr. Howard nor the nurse had previously come into contact with the unnatural strength of a werewolf. However, they did not allow their confusion to be obvious, and faked a casual countenance.
"We'll give you something to help you go back to sleep." Dr. Howard said as he gave an inscription to the nurse. "I'll be back to check on your progress in a bit. You're doing just fine."
****
Kratos crossed his arms and looked at the spy as he considered Ziet's take.. There were reasons for what the Alpha said and allowed to be heard, but as always, he kept those thoughts entirely to himself.
For a short time Kratos stared hard at the spy in silence with the light of the sun captured in the liquid lens beneath his dark brow and brilliantly lighting his yellow eyes. It was a harsh stare but not cruel, though it was likely a cruel fate which allowed light to come exactly through the branches and illuminate the Alpha's eyes in a completely inhuman way.
Even at a distance the details of his iris seemed to be clear and it was truly ominous that the effect gave his eyes the appearance of a yellow glow. However, it was hard to say whether or not Kratos was blinded by it; his gaze seemed fixed into the eyes of the spy....
"Well now, I think I know what I will do with him.." Kratos' deep voice came out at last, looking back toward Zeit. " Seems not everything I have done has been in vain. That ditch by the dens, do you remember? I never explained my original intentions for it, but I think now it might actually have another purpose.. It was designed to keep in werewolf terrorists, particularly Timothy, whom I decided would need special training; a werewolf won't be able to escape it.."
With a smile upon his face Kratos looked again at the spy, his crossed arms coming undone. "Yes, that will do well for you." He said. "I should think it will keep you quite secure, especially from the rest of us whom might otherwise show you no great deal of tolerance.."
After another moment of thought, though this time very brief, the Alpha turned again toward the Beta and spoke.
"I don't know if the woman has the training to control her werewolf form, but I would like to figure it out before moving these two away from the area. .....You, eh, smell like the pines near Dead Man Trail, Zeit, though pardon me for saying so..."
Kratos' hand swept up his face and through his hair before returning to his side. "I uhm, am wondering if that is where you were all night?"
May:
The nurse fidgeted around Jackie until her patient had consented to obey, then she went about straightening the sheet and checking on the monitors.
Ulric watched closely but did not enter the 'room' just yet. He could see the nurse felt Jackie's distaste toward her, though she worked with an air of control and dominance, knowing well that her patient was not in any position to argue.. Being werewolf, Ulric could easily see all this; for them it was not at all difficult to understand and communicate without words or signals, most werewolves did so naturally.
Arrogance it seemed that this woman fully expected or else demanded Jackie to submit to her, but Ulric knew most doctors and nurses were like this; showing their authority over their patients in like manner.
Then came the clack of shoes outside the large room and Ulric looked over his shoulder to see a man enter. This was the doctor, Ulric had seen him earlier and was not alarmed, but he felt a need to communicate his position.
As the man approached, Ulric stepped into Jackie's 'room' and came to stand by her bed. In this small gesture subconsciously overlooked by the nurse, he allowed Jackie to know that he would protect her if they made her uncomfortable.
"Alright, so what do we have here?" The doctor asked as he pushed aside the curtain.
"It looks good, Dr. Howard." The nurse said, giving the doctor her papers and stepping aside for him to examine the patient.
"Good, good. It looks like you're recovering quite quickly from your injuries." Dr. Howard explained as he read over the brief notes and adjusted a few of the monitors. "You should go back to sleep and rest a bit longer."
Ulric observed that whatever Dr. Howard and the nurse reviewed on those papers had slightly disconcerted them. He guessed that it was the extraordinary rate at which Jackie's body was recovering, and likely that she had regained consciousness so quickly despite the great amount of medication still within her system..
These assumptions were correct, for neither Dr. Howard nor the nurse had previously come into contact with the unnatural strength of a werewolf. However, they did not allow their confusion to be obvious, and faked a casual countenance.
"We'll give you something to help you go back to sleep." Dr. Howard said as he gave an inscription to the nurse. "I'll be back to check on your progress in a bit. You're doing just fine."
****
Kratos crossed his arms and looked at the spy as he considered Ziet's take.. There were reasons for what the Alpha said and allowed to be heard, but as always, he kept those thoughts entirely to himself.
For a short time Kratos stared hard at the spy in silence with the light of the sun captured in the liquid lens beneath his dark brow and brilliantly lighting his yellow eyes. It was a harsh stare but not cruel, though it was likely a cruel fate which allowed light to come exactly through the branches and illuminate the Alpha's eyes in a completely inhuman way.
Even at a distance the details of his iris seemed to be clear and it was truly ominous that the effect gave his eyes the appearance of a yellow glow. However, it was hard to say whether or not Kratos was blinded by it; his gaze seemed fixed into the eyes of the spy....
"Well now, I think I know what I will do with him.." Kratos' deep voice came out at last, looking back toward Zeit. " Seems not everything I have done has been in vain. That ditch by the dens, do you remember? I never explained my original intentions for it, but I think now it might actually have another purpose.. It was designed to keep in werewolf terrorists, particularly Timothy, whom I decided would need special training; a werewolf won't be able to escape it.."
With a smile upon his face Kratos looked again at the spy, his crossed arms coming undone. "Yes, that will do well for you." He said. "I should think it will keep you quite secure, especially from the rest of us whom might otherwise show you no great deal of tolerance.."
After another moment of thought, though this time very brief, the Alpha turned again toward the Beta and spoke.
"I don't know if the woman has the training to control her werewolf form, but I would like to figure it out before moving these two away from the area. .....You, eh, smell like the pines near Dead Man Trail, Zeit, though pardon me for saying so..."
Kratos' hand swept up his face and through his hair before returning to his side. "I uhm, am wondering if that is where you were all night?"
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:58 amKaqurei:
Sabrina wasted no time in parking the truck, though she left the keys in the ignition and let it continue purring. She trusted Chime and Theo would see to their assigned duties promptly, and thus said no more to them as she hurried up Zeit's porch and entered the house.
She gathered her herbs and healing tools from the drawer she had left them in a month prior, as well as a few things from the kitchen. Once she had everything, she returned to the truck and waited for Theo and Chime.
****
Levi was succumbing. The higher the sun rose, the more Levi could feel his borrowed strength deserting him. With it, went his resolve to remain conscious.
The enemy alpha's words became a blur of jumbled sounds, though Levi understood that they meant to secure him in a pit of some kind. Pine trees were mentioned, though Levi was unable to determine whether or not they were significant. His head felt light and his flesh weak--specks of light were appearing and disappearing before his eyes. Agitating his injury did not help him now... he could barely feel anything, or else he felt too much for him to process it. His pace of breathing picked up as he still tried to resist passing out, but abandoned by the Moon he was weak. A snarl rose up in his throat and he growled loudly--at the alpha, at his own feebleness--It seemed then like the ground evaporated under his feet and he was suddenly falling--then there was a sharp pain in his head and he knew nothing more.
Kaqurei:
Sabrina wasted no time in parking the truck, though she left the keys in the ignition and let it continue purring. She trusted Chime and Theo would see to their assigned duties promptly, and thus said no more to them as she hurried up Zeit's porch and entered the house.
She gathered her herbs and healing tools from the drawer she had left them in a month prior, as well as a few things from the kitchen. Once she had everything, she returned to the truck and waited for Theo and Chime.
****
Levi was succumbing. The higher the sun rose, the more Levi could feel his borrowed strength deserting him. With it, went his resolve to remain conscious.
The enemy alpha's words became a blur of jumbled sounds, though Levi understood that they meant to secure him in a pit of some kind. Pine trees were mentioned, though Levi was unable to determine whether or not they were significant. His head felt light and his flesh weak--specks of light were appearing and disappearing before his eyes. Agitating his injury did not help him now... he could barely feel anything, or else he felt too much for him to process it. His pace of breathing picked up as he still tried to resist passing out, but abandoned by the Moon he was weak. A snarl rose up in his throat and he growled loudly--at the alpha, at his own feebleness--It seemed then like the ground evaporated under his feet and he was suddenly falling--then there was a sharp pain in his head and he knew nothing more.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:58 amAim:
Chime jumped out of the truck and ran to the front door. Once she got inside she went to the place where they stashed blankets, she grabbed eight out them, and ran to the bathroom where she grabbed around six towels. Panting, she ran for the door and, nearly tripping herself, got outside. She got back to the truck and put her bundle in before giving Sabrina a quick nod and jumping in herself.
Aim:
Chime jumped out of the truck and ran to the front door. Once she got inside she went to the place where they stashed blankets, she grabbed eight out them, and ran to the bathroom where she grabbed around six towels. Panting, she ran for the door and, nearly tripping herself, got outside. She got back to the truck and put her bundle in before giving Sabrina a quick nod and jumping in herself.
Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:58 amIndy:
Theo stumbled out of the van a few seconds after Chime. Fresh, cold morning air barreled into him like a tide of water. The boy jumped in bewilderment and held back a yelp, surprised by how cold the air was compared to the truck. The truck hummed as though impatient. It suddenly dawned on him that if he continued to stand like on old log, Sabrina might a-- yell at him or b--- cut her loss with the barrel of water and leave without him. Theo sprinted quickly towards the barn at that cheerful thought.
He pushed open the door of the barn; it creaked in protest. He poked around damp hay and old supplies for a few minutes without finding any sign of the barrel. He was on the verge of dubbing the barrel a lost cause, before spotting it peaking out from behind a large pile of ropes. Grabbing it haphazardly by the rim with one hand and the lid in the other, he jogged outside in front of the blue-green hose he had spotted earlier. Theo turned it on to full blast and water gushed easily into the empty barrel.
Several minutes later, he found himself straining to carry a very heavy barrel of water. Watching Chime emerge with a stack of light-weight blankets only seemed like rubbing salt in the wound. The barrel seemed to grow heavier in his arms at the sight. Feeling akin to something of a pack mule, he lugged the barrel up the remaining distance, deposited it in the back of the truck with a loud thunk, and loaded himself back into the truck.
As an after-thought, he clicked his seat-belt into the buckle. If Sabrina had been urgent on getting to the farm, there was no doubt she would be just as urgent on getting back, if not more so. Which meant a thumbs up for safety first and a very safe-looking seat-belt.
Indy:
Theo stumbled out of the van a few seconds after Chime. Fresh, cold morning air barreled into him like a tide of water. The boy jumped in bewilderment and held back a yelp, surprised by how cold the air was compared to the truck. The truck hummed as though impatient. It suddenly dawned on him that if he continued to stand like on old log, Sabrina might a-- yell at him or b--- cut her loss with the barrel of water and leave without him. Theo sprinted quickly towards the barn at that cheerful thought.
He pushed open the door of the barn; it creaked in protest. He poked around damp hay and old supplies for a few minutes without finding any sign of the barrel. He was on the verge of dubbing the barrel a lost cause, before spotting it peaking out from behind a large pile of ropes. Grabbing it haphazardly by the rim with one hand and the lid in the other, he jogged outside in front of the blue-green hose he had spotted earlier. Theo turned it on to full blast and water gushed easily into the empty barrel.
Several minutes later, he found himself straining to carry a very heavy barrel of water. Watching Chime emerge with a stack of light-weight blankets only seemed like rubbing salt in the wound. The barrel seemed to grow heavier in his arms at the sight. Feeling akin to something of a pack mule, he lugged the barrel up the remaining distance, deposited it in the back of the truck with a loud thunk, and loaded himself back into the truck.
As an after-thought, he clicked his seat-belt into the buckle. If Sabrina had been urgent on getting to the farm, there was no doubt she would be just as urgent on getting back, if not more so. Which meant a thumbs up for safety first and a very safe-looking seat-belt.
