Werewolves (RP 7): Where Phantoms Reside (10/15-9/16)
Quote from Adriana on August 24, 2018, 6:04 pmKaqurei
Sabrina's eyes widened, and her pupils shrank, in just that fraction of a second as the truck was opened. That Jackie would have been able to force a change without the aid of the moon in spite of being a first generation wolf had not even been a variable she had considered possible. Yet there it was. Luckily, the variables she was considering, how many opponents she could take down in the least amount of time with the least mess, was. The number, unfortunately, was merely three. Regardless of whether fate was smiling or frowning upon her, though, another unforeseen player arrived on the scene: none other than Kratos. Unlike Jackie's transformation, this was merely a surprise, but one that she had counted possible, and did not blindside her.
The next fraction of a second found Sabrina's tight-fitting business suit exploding in multiple shreds at the seams as her form contorted and overwhelmed it before one could think. She had considered the possibility of needing to change form with relatively little notice, so while she was not garbed under it in her usual white robes (which would have made the suit very ill-fitting indeed), she was not entirely without apparel either--rather, a form fitting white jumpsuit of sorts whose elastic material expanded even as she did.
In an instant, she was upon poor Alfred--yet, not in a clash of claws or teeth, but in a few well placed martial strikes aimed to paralyze him as quickly as possible. On a werewolf, such a tactic required only precision. On a human, it also required a great deal of skill and dare she say it, gentleness, for otherwise the blows very well could prove lethal.
Moving almost as if she were an extension of the Alpha's being, she quickly followed his movements and opponents, downing Hal and Mary in a similar fashion as she had Alfred after Kratos disarmed them.
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Levi watched as Melinda's vehicle gradually slowed. She had caught on, that much was clear. He was uncertain, however, as to whether he ought to do something about it or if he had bought Sabrina enough time already to do what she needed to. Ultimately, he let it go. As soon as her vehicle was out of sight, he parked his own and stowed it amongst the trees and underbrush on the roadside. Satisfied it would rouse no suspicions until morning, he changed from man to wolf and hastily took to the woods to go and see what lie at Harvey's garage. Specifically, to see if there was any help he could render.
Kaqurei
Sabrina's eyes widened, and her pupils shrank, in just that fraction of a second as the truck was opened. That Jackie would have been able to force a change without the aid of the moon in spite of being a first generation wolf had not even been a variable she had considered possible. Yet there it was. Luckily, the variables she was considering, how many opponents she could take down in the least amount of time with the least mess, was. The number, unfortunately, was merely three. Regardless of whether fate was smiling or frowning upon her, though, another unforeseen player arrived on the scene: none other than Kratos. Unlike Jackie's transformation, this was merely a surprise, but one that she had counted possible, and did not blindside her.
The next fraction of a second found Sabrina's tight-fitting business suit exploding in multiple shreds at the seams as her form contorted and overwhelmed it before one could think. She had considered the possibility of needing to change form with relatively little notice, so while she was not garbed under it in her usual white robes (which would have made the suit very ill-fitting indeed), she was not entirely without apparel either--rather, a form fitting white jumpsuit of sorts whose elastic material expanded even as she did.
In an instant, she was upon poor Alfred--yet, not in a clash of claws or teeth, but in a few well placed martial strikes aimed to paralyze him as quickly as possible. On a werewolf, such a tactic required only precision. On a human, it also required a great deal of skill and dare she say it, gentleness, for otherwise the blows very well could prove lethal.
Moving almost as if she were an extension of the Alpha's being, she quickly followed his movements and opponents, downing Hal and Mary in a similar fashion as she had Alfred after Kratos disarmed them.
****
Levi watched as Melinda's vehicle gradually slowed. She had caught on, that much was clear. He was uncertain, however, as to whether he ought to do something about it or if he had bought Sabrina enough time already to do what she needed to. Ultimately, he let it go. As soon as her vehicle was out of sight, he parked his own and stowed it amongst the trees and underbrush on the roadside. Satisfied it would rouse no suspicions until morning, he changed from man to wolf and hastily took to the woods to go and see what lie at Harvey's garage. Specifically, to see if there was any help he could render.
Quote from Adriana on August 24, 2018, 6:09 pmDeseree
So the cat was let out of the bag.
Silas' eyes were on the battlefield; the fleeing victim, the white wolf, the monster of a creature that had made himself known amid the chaos. The objective shifted ever so slightly - part in favor of their mission and part against it for a different reason, that which could only account to the massive alpha now quickly making short work of Harvey's men.
His concentration was immediately changed upon hearing his name, and withdrawing a pistol once in the possession of Miles, in an instant he stood before Diane and the apprehended. Lifting the weapon to Paul's head, it might be believed he would fire then and there. Only he did not - once Paul had focused his attention on Silas, the weapon was spun in his hand and the mercenary gave one quick, firm knock to Paul's left temple.
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There was something to be observed in that brief interaction between Zander and Tammy, and this time Bianca was more attentive. Now a seed of curiosity was planted in her mind, and she might have liked to ask a question just then, if not for the sudden flash of lightning, followed by the familiar perky voice of Jenn. She turned around with a wide smile and a nod, clasping her hands together excitedly and bouncing up on her tip toes. "Off we go!"
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Logan's sides burned with a vengeance, her lungs were pressed for air. She had pushed herself more than she had ever before, to perhaps break the ripples she had set in motion.
Slumped against the rear side of the shed, she looked to the sky and blinked the spots from her vision. She had only just made it, and perhaps too late to offer aid, for no sooner did she straighten did the sound of gunfire ring through the air multiple times, each bringing the sting of dread. Peering out from behind the shed just in time to catch the scene under a flash of lightning, she gathered what she could in that instant, before making her way along the side of the building..
Deseree
So the cat was let out of the bag.
Silas' eyes were on the battlefield; the fleeing victim, the white wolf, the monster of a creature that had made himself known amid the chaos. The objective shifted ever so slightly - part in favor of their mission and part against it for a different reason, that which could only account to the massive alpha now quickly making short work of Harvey's men.
His concentration was immediately changed upon hearing his name, and withdrawing a pistol once in the possession of Miles, in an instant he stood before Diane and the apprehended. Lifting the weapon to Paul's head, it might be believed he would fire then and there. Only he did not - once Paul had focused his attention on Silas, the weapon was spun in his hand and the mercenary gave one quick, firm knock to Paul's left temple.
----
There was something to be observed in that brief interaction between Zander and Tammy, and this time Bianca was more attentive. Now a seed of curiosity was planted in her mind, and she might have liked to ask a question just then, if not for the sudden flash of lightning, followed by the familiar perky voice of Jenn. She turned around with a wide smile and a nod, clasping her hands together excitedly and bouncing up on her tip toes. "Off we go!"
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Logan's sides burned with a vengeance, her lungs were pressed for air. She had pushed herself more than she had ever before, to perhaps break the ripples she had set in motion.
Slumped against the rear side of the shed, she looked to the sky and blinked the spots from her vision. She had only just made it, and perhaps too late to offer aid, for no sooner did she straighten did the sound of gunfire ring through the air multiple times, each bringing the sting of dread. Peering out from behind the shed just in time to catch the scene under a flash of lightning, she gathered what she could in that instant, before making her way along the side of the building..
Quote from Adriana on August 24, 2018, 6:09 pmIndy
Melinda squinted into her rear-view mirror, waiting for the headlights that didn’t come. Now the woman felt uncertain of her judgment of the stranger and his mission: perhaps after all her paranoia, he had simpler motives than she first suspected. She tried to picture man retreating home to his family in the town, confused but unperturbed by the appearance of a lone woman in an abandoned stretch of road.
Melinda twisted her lips into a wry smile, “Well now, what would be the odds of that?” she asked the tiny car-freshner tree dangling from her rear-view.
Not very high, she thought. Her little maneuver had earned her no more knowledge of the situation than before; in fact, she’d only lost valuable time. Without the stranger’s headlights illuminating some of the road ahead, driving without her own headlights was dangerous. She snapped the lights on before the road started to wind again.
The woman sighed. What once Melinda had thought was a simple task was becoming far more complicated than she was qualified to deal with. Her skills lay more with the paper-work end of the spectrum than the war-zone. There were certainly better people available for the task she’d been given. Her assignment to this case had been for sentiment she wasn't certain she shared.
Crack! A shot of lightning cackled above, and though Melinda was not yet past the bend in the road to see the commotion of the scene playing out, the hairs on the end of her arm stood. It was enough for Melinda to slow her car, before deciding to stop altogether on the side of the road. It ultimately proved a wise move. She could hear yelling, snarling, and panic not too far away.
Melinda bit back a curse. “The objective’s a bust,” she announced to the dangling car-freshner with a snarl,” An unarmed woman doesn’t belong in all of this” she motioned with a sharp jab in the vague direction that appeared the source of the noise.
It would be wise to turn around now before she became a casualty. Her hands made a move to switch her car into gear, only to falter at the last moment. Despite being ill-equipped for the situation outside, she was not one to easily give up. She turned the radio on a crack with a reluctant sigh. She should be returning to her hotel. Instead, she would spend the rest of the night waiting for the right opportunity that may or may not come and hope whatever the opportunity was, it wouldn’t get her compromised.
"What luck", she she grumbled grumpily, and settled herself into a routine of listening to country music and watching the window.
---Zander found himself just as mystified as Bianca, if not moreso, by Tammy’s peculiar glance. He supposed it ought have something to do with what he’d given her; though in truth, Zander could not pinpoint his own reasoning for doing so. Why had he chosen that story? And why had he chosen this woman to give it to? He had many stories in his bag he could have selected, and there had been many people he’d encountered in this town, of whom he’d known longer and better than he did this particular young woman. After spending a few moments wrestling with his reasoning, he accepted he knew nothing on the matter. Other than perhaps, the subconscious was a dreadful and secretive thing
Fortunately for him, by that point Jenn had already reappeared and the strange connection he’d shared with Tammy vanished. Zander greeted Jenn’s return with a warm nod of acknowledgement, followed by a brief frown just as thunder sounded overhead.
“Shall we then?” he intoned evenly to Jenn, doing his best to mask his uncertainty with the papers in her hand. He had a sinking feeling there’d be more significant in this late-night dinner than he’d first expected.
---
The beast emerged from the back of the truck like the flash of lightning that crackled overhead. Once it had cleared the truck, however, it stumbled briefly on a few vestiges of the netting and shrieked in terror. Yet in spite being the source of the newfound chaos, the creature found itself momentarily unnoticed. In the few esconds of reprieve granted, it managed to claw the last of the constraints off its body for a full range of motion. Without the slightest amount of consideration for the fighting of its pack mates, it took off again in a pace just as desperate as the first.
Just ahead the beast saw a light cutting through the dark. Naturally the creature slowed to fully investigate the threat it posed.
Indy
Melinda squinted into her rear-view mirror, waiting for the headlights that didn’t come. Now the woman felt uncertain of her judgment of the stranger and his mission: perhaps after all her paranoia, he had simpler motives than she first suspected. She tried to picture man retreating home to his family in the town, confused but unperturbed by the appearance of a lone woman in an abandoned stretch of road.
Melinda twisted her lips into a wry smile, “Well now, what would be the odds of that?” she asked the tiny car-freshner tree dangling from her rear-view.
Not very high, she thought. Her little maneuver had earned her no more knowledge of the situation than before; in fact, she’d only lost valuable time. Without the stranger’s headlights illuminating some of the road ahead, driving without her own headlights was dangerous. She snapped the lights on before the road started to wind again.
The woman sighed. What once Melinda had thought was a simple task was becoming far more complicated than she was qualified to deal with. Her skills lay more with the paper-work end of the spectrum than the war-zone. There were certainly better people available for the task she’d been given. Her assignment to this case had been for sentiment she wasn't certain she shared.
Crack! A shot of lightning cackled above, and though Melinda was not yet past the bend in the road to see the commotion of the scene playing out, the hairs on the end of her arm stood. It was enough for Melinda to slow her car, before deciding to stop altogether on the side of the road. It ultimately proved a wise move. She could hear yelling, snarling, and panic not too far away.
Melinda bit back a curse. “The objective’s a bust,” she announced to the dangling car-freshner with a snarl,” An unarmed woman doesn’t belong in all of this” she motioned with a sharp jab in the vague direction that appeared the source of the noise.
It would be wise to turn around now before she became a casualty. Her hands made a move to switch her car into gear, only to falter at the last moment. Despite being ill-equipped for the situation outside, she was not one to easily give up. She turned the radio on a crack with a reluctant sigh. She should be returning to her hotel. Instead, she would spend the rest of the night waiting for the right opportunity that may or may not come and hope whatever the opportunity was, it wouldn’t get her compromised.
"What luck", she she grumbled grumpily, and settled herself into a routine of listening to country music and watching the window.
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Zander found himself just as mystified as Bianca, if not moreso, by Tammy’s peculiar glance. He supposed it ought have something to do with what he’d given her; though in truth, Zander could not pinpoint his own reasoning for doing so. Why had he chosen that story? And why had he chosen this woman to give it to? He had many stories in his bag he could have selected, and there had been many people he’d encountered in this town, of whom he’d known longer and better than he did this particular young woman. After spending a few moments wrestling with his reasoning, he accepted he knew nothing on the matter. Other than perhaps, the subconscious was a dreadful and secretive thing
Fortunately for him, by that point Jenn had already reappeared and the strange connection he’d shared with Tammy vanished. Zander greeted Jenn’s return with a warm nod of acknowledgement, followed by a brief frown just as thunder sounded overhead.
“Shall we then?” he intoned evenly to Jenn, doing his best to mask his uncertainty with the papers in her hand. He had a sinking feeling there’d be more significant in this late-night dinner than he’d first expected.
---
The beast emerged from the back of the truck like the flash of lightning that crackled overhead. Once it had cleared the truck, however, it stumbled briefly on a few vestiges of the netting and shrieked in terror. Yet in spite being the source of the newfound chaos, the creature found itself momentarily unnoticed. In the few esconds of reprieve granted, it managed to claw the last of the constraints off its body for a full range of motion. Without the slightest amount of consideration for the fighting of its pack mates, it took off again in a pace just as desperate as the first.
Just ahead the beast saw a light cutting through the dark. Naturally the creature slowed to fully investigate the threat it posed.
Quote from Adriana on August 24, 2018, 6:09 pmIndy
Meanwhile…
Theo and Toby had started their way to town late that afternoon. Progress had been slow, and at times Theo worried he was asking too much of Toby. However, his companion never complained. They followed the main road for some time before an older woman driving in the same direction offered the “poor boys” a ride up. By the time they’d finally set foot in Reknab bend, night had already fallen and the lightening had already struck.
“Hmm well where should we start?” he turned to Toby and then took a sweeping glance of the town. He took a few steps forward before his stomach offered a faint gurgle in protest.
“Maybe we should get something to eat first?”
Indy
Meanwhile…
Theo and Toby had started their way to town late that afternoon. Progress had been slow, and at times Theo worried he was asking too much of Toby. However, his companion never complained. They followed the main road for some time before an older woman driving in the same direction offered the “poor boys” a ride up. By the time they’d finally set foot in Reknab bend, night had already fallen and the lightening had already struck.
“Hmm well where should we start?” he turned to Toby and then took a sweeping glance of the town. He took a few steps forward before his stomach offered a faint gurgle in protest.
“Maybe we should get something to eat first?”
Quote from Adriana on August 24, 2018, 6:10 pmMae
"Can I throw these in your truck real quick, Tammy? Thanks!" Jenn had the drivers side door open and tossed her papers onto the passenger seat almost as soon as she had spoken, and quickly returned to the others. Tammy meanwhile went back to the truck to get it off the street.
"Off we go!" Jenn echoed in reply and once again led the other two down the pavement. They got to the door of LoboHambriento's restaurant just as Tammy pulled into the parking lot situated behind the facility.
Jenn waited for Tammy to catch up before entering the restaurant, then immediately pushed open the door and stepped up to the desk.LoboHambriento's place wasn't anything fancy, with waiting staff or the like, but it provided a clean atmosphere and, evidently, some of Jenn's favorite meals.
"What looks good, you guys?" Jenn chimed with a smile, quickly collecting a menu for each of them and leading them to a comfortable seating near a window. "I love the Turkey and Bacon Mega-Burger as often as I come here, but there are lots of really great choices - Oh! The Spicy Pigs-in-a-Blanket with the Sweet-n-Sour sauce is also blissful! What do you pick, Tammy?"Tammy, seated quietly for a moment or two, hadn't given much thought to the menu, as there was only one thing she ever got when she came here, and it wasn't at all interesting.
"Salad." She replied, glancing from her friend to briefly survey the moods and expressions of Jenn's guests.Jenn of course wasn't satisfied, though she knew this about her friend, but would nevertheless comment. "Oh, come on Tammy, you can't just settle with salad. You've got to be more hungry than that. Look, Gravy Fries! You've never had that before, and what about some Seasoned Turkey with Rice?"
Tammy gently resisted her friend's urging and tried to slip from the conversation, but Jenn could not be prevailed upon, and eventually she volunteered her own side of rice and ordered an extra bun to pass to Tammy's plate. These additions, of course, were the only things on the menu Jenn could force Tammy to accept, (the latter only to content the former,) and any further persisting Jenn knew would be in vain.
"What will you guys be having?" Jenn asked Bianca and Zander afterward, when once things had been settled for her friend.
Mae
"Can I throw these in your truck real quick, Tammy? Thanks!" Jenn had the drivers side door open and tossed her papers onto the passenger seat almost as soon as she had spoken, and quickly returned to the others. Tammy meanwhile went back to the truck to get it off the street.
"Off we go!" Jenn echoed in reply and once again led the other two down the pavement. They got to the door of LoboHambriento's restaurant just as Tammy pulled into the parking lot situated behind the facility.
Jenn waited for Tammy to catch up before entering the restaurant, then immediately pushed open the door and stepped up to the desk.
LoboHambriento's place wasn't anything fancy, with waiting staff or the like, but it provided a clean atmosphere and, evidently, some of Jenn's favorite meals.
"What looks good, you guys?" Jenn chimed with a smile, quickly collecting a menu for each of them and leading them to a comfortable seating near a window. "I love the Turkey and Bacon Mega-Burger as often as I come here, but there are lots of really great choices - Oh! The Spicy Pigs-in-a-Blanket with the Sweet-n-Sour sauce is also blissful! What do you pick, Tammy?"
Tammy, seated quietly for a moment or two, hadn't given much thought to the menu, as there was only one thing she ever got when she came here, and it wasn't at all interesting.
"Salad." She replied, glancing from her friend to briefly survey the moods and expressions of Jenn's guests.
Jenn of course wasn't satisfied, though she knew this about her friend, but would nevertheless comment. "Oh, come on Tammy, you can't just settle with salad. You've got to be more hungry than that. Look, Gravy Fries! You've never had that before, and what about some Seasoned Turkey with Rice?"
Tammy gently resisted her friend's urging and tried to slip from the conversation, but Jenn could not be prevailed upon, and eventually she volunteered her own side of rice and ordered an extra bun to pass to Tammy's plate. These additions, of course, were the only things on the menu Jenn could force Tammy to accept, (the latter only to content the former,) and any further persisting Jenn knew would be in vain.
"What will you guys be having?" Jenn asked Bianca and Zander afterward, when once things had been settled for her friend.
Quote from Adriana on August 24, 2018, 6:10 pmCat
Toby could have cried when the old lady offered them a ride down to town; as painful and taxing as the walk had been on his crutches, he was still in his pajamas, and the old lady had seen him. He wished he'd taken the fur coat with him instead of leaving it laying there in the woods. It would have made the trek more tortuous, but definitely would've spared him the embarrassment.
When they finally reached Reknab Bend, it was after dark, and stormy too it seemed. As far as Toby was concerned, the adventure had ended when the sun had set, but Theo kept going. Did he plan to roam about town in the dark? They weren't werewolves right now, they were men. Men shouldn't be out at night.
Something Toby had neglected to take into consideration, however, was what Theo brought up only a moment later: Food. Toby was hungry too.
Yes, that sounds good. He said simply, looking around. He'd grown up in this town, yet he'd never been outside in it in the dark. It seemed so very different at night.
Cat
Toby could have cried when the old lady offered them a ride down to town; as painful and taxing as the walk had been on his crutches, he was still in his pajamas, and the old lady had seen him. He wished he'd taken the fur coat with him instead of leaving it laying there in the woods. It would have made the trek more tortuous, but definitely would've spared him the embarrassment.
When they finally reached Reknab Bend, it was after dark, and stormy too it seemed. As far as Toby was concerned, the adventure had ended when the sun had set, but Theo kept going. Did he plan to roam about town in the dark? They weren't werewolves right now, they were men. Men shouldn't be out at night.
Something Toby had neglected to take into consideration, however, was what Theo brought up only a moment later: Food. Toby was hungry too.
Yes, that sounds good. He said simply, looking around. He'd grown up in this town, yet he'd never been outside in it in the dark. It seemed so very different at night.
Quote from Adriana on August 24, 2018, 6:10 pmAim
Finding a place that was closer to where she was headed, Chime carefully moved over and sat tight was she waited for the group to open the truck's doors.. Watching what she could see in her position, she tried to pin just what was going, though soon looked back to check on Hamilton, truly thankful the stranger was willing to help.
As soon as the commotion started, Chime's first reaction was to jump but quickly composed herself as she watched a certain man sprint away from Jon's truck, satisfied, she sprinted towards it, not checking to see if Hamilton was behind her but expecting as much.
Feeling she wouldn't been seen in all that noise, Chime didn't watch her back, but instead kept all her focus on the door in front of her. As quickly as she could, she had it opened, using her nose more then her eyes as she looked for her pack mate.
"Ulric?"
Aim
Finding a place that was closer to where she was headed, Chime carefully moved over and sat tight was she waited for the group to open the truck's doors.. Watching what she could see in her position, she tried to pin just what was going, though soon looked back to check on Hamilton, truly thankful the stranger was willing to help.
As soon as the commotion started, Chime's first reaction was to jump but quickly composed herself as she watched a certain man sprint away from Jon's truck, satisfied, she sprinted towards it, not checking to see if Hamilton was behind her but expecting as much.
Feeling she wouldn't been seen in all that noise, Chime didn't watch her back, but instead kept all her focus on the door in front of her. As quickly as she could, she had it opened, using her nose more then her eyes as she looked for her pack mate.
"Ulric?"
Quote from Adriana on August 24, 2018, 6:10 pmIndy
After a five minutes of waiting quietly in the car for something to happen, Melinda made the first move. She warily stepped out of the car, with one hand still clutched the car door as she squinted into the darkness ahead. It was most not her smartest move; inside the car would certainly be much safer than outside. But the temperature had dropped swiftly; her windows had started to turn opaque and couldn’t be stopped no matter how angrily she jabbed the defog button. With logic she was still not entirely certain was sound, she’d decided to venture into the outside world so she wouldn't miss her something important.
Two minutes, she decided, was the longest she’d dare stay out here. That should give ample time for her windows to clear. She peered into the dismal darkness ahead, searching for the faintest sign of trouble. But beyond the distant yells, grunts, and growls, she could detect nothing in her proximity.
Something stirred from her periphery. Yet as she turned her head to catch the sight, the thing vanished from view. The woman frowned and debated whether she’d seen it at all. One minute thirty.
The breeze kicked up again, but this was a curious breeze indeed. It sounded haggard, like a winded old man. For an instant it sounded as though the noise approached her, but just as she thought to get back into the car, the noise stopped. A minute ten.
For a time that felt much longer than the forty seconds she counted, she peered ahead into the darkness and saw nothing. Though at times she swore to have detected a faint clack, the kind a dog made when walking on tile, she ultimately decided it was a carry-over noise from the fight around the bend.
Then she saw it. The beams of her headlight’s caught the side of something slick and large. Instinct told her to throw herself back into the car as fast as her body allowed, but logic overruled: if this is what she thought it was, then a swift movement would only provoke it. She didn’t think her car door would hold if it urgently wanted in. But perhaps if she moved slowly enough… the thought cut short as a turquoise gaze held her own. As all of it’s attention narrowed on her, Melinda stood froze at the spot.
The thing approached her now with what she at first took as a saunter. And while its gait did have a sort of asymmetry to it that might suggest casualness, as it drew closer she realized it was because it was limping. The thing was injured. It’s entire back was slick in what she suspected was blood and it’s front right leg took less weight than the left.
“Jackie,” she mumbled in spite of the terror clutching her throat,” You’re a mess”.
She’d never seen her wolf before. But she could think of no other creature that would hurt itself so badly just to claw to freedom.
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Theo considered the town. They were somewhere near the main shopping area, since that’s where the old woman was going. Finding a place to eat should be easy. But it had been a long time since he’d been in the town and everything looked so different. He looked around helplessly, indecisiveness tearing at the pit of his stomach until—
“Wait! Toby, you’ve lived here before. Where should we go to eat that’ll cost,” Theo fumbled with his pocket and emerged with a few crumbled dollars and spare quarters,”uhh… four dollars?”
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“Just water, thanks,” he smiled as the passing waitress took his order just as Jen asked her question.
He glanced uncertainly at Jen. He’d seen what a fuss she’d given Tammy for her salad and hated to think what she’d do to him. No less because he’d forgotten his wallet at his hotel. He hoped no one offered to buy him a meal. The last thing he needed was more personal debt.
“I’m not very hungry,” he informed Jen with a pleasant smile,”I ate a lot earlier”
Indy
After a five minutes of waiting quietly in the car for something to happen, Melinda made the first move. She warily stepped out of the car, with one hand still clutched the car door as she squinted into the darkness ahead. It was most not her smartest move; inside the car would certainly be much safer than outside. But the temperature had dropped swiftly; her windows had started to turn opaque and couldn’t be stopped no matter how angrily she jabbed the defog button. With logic she was still not entirely certain was sound, she’d decided to venture into the outside world so she wouldn't miss her something important.
Two minutes, she decided, was the longest she’d dare stay out here. That should give ample time for her windows to clear. She peered into the dismal darkness ahead, searching for the faintest sign of trouble. But beyond the distant yells, grunts, and growls, she could detect nothing in her proximity.
Something stirred from her periphery. Yet as she turned her head to catch the sight, the thing vanished from view. The woman frowned and debated whether she’d seen it at all. One minute thirty.
The breeze kicked up again, but this was a curious breeze indeed. It sounded haggard, like a winded old man. For an instant it sounded as though the noise approached her, but just as she thought to get back into the car, the noise stopped. A minute ten.
For a time that felt much longer than the forty seconds she counted, she peered ahead into the darkness and saw nothing. Though at times she swore to have detected a faint clack, the kind a dog made when walking on tile, she ultimately decided it was a carry-over noise from the fight around the bend.
Then she saw it. The beams of her headlight’s caught the side of something slick and large. Instinct told her to throw herself back into the car as fast as her body allowed, but logic overruled: if this is what she thought it was, then a swift movement would only provoke it. She didn’t think her car door would hold if it urgently wanted in. But perhaps if she moved slowly enough… the thought cut short as a turquoise gaze held her own. As all of it’s attention narrowed on her, Melinda stood froze at the spot.
The thing approached her now with what she at first took as a saunter. And while its gait did have a sort of asymmetry to it that might suggest casualness, as it drew closer she realized it was because it was limping. The thing was injured. It’s entire back was slick in what she suspected was blood and it’s front right leg took less weight than the left.
“Jackie,” she mumbled in spite of the terror clutching her throat,” You’re a mess”.
She’d never seen her wolf before. But she could think of no other creature that would hurt itself so badly just to claw to freedom.
---
Theo considered the town. They were somewhere near the main shopping area, since that’s where the old woman was going. Finding a place to eat should be easy. But it had been a long time since he’d been in the town and everything looked so different. He looked around helplessly, indecisiveness tearing at the pit of his stomach until—
“Wait! Toby, you’ve lived here before. Where should we go to eat that’ll cost,” Theo fumbled with his pocket and emerged with a few crumbled dollars and spare quarters,”uhh… four dollars?”
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“Just water, thanks,” he smiled as the passing waitress took his order just as Jen asked her question.
He glanced uncertainly at Jen. He’d seen what a fuss she’d given Tammy for her salad and hated to think what she’d do to him. No less because he’d forgotten his wallet at his hotel. He hoped no one offered to buy him a meal. The last thing he needed was more personal debt.
“I’m not very hungry,” he informed Jen with a pleasant smile,”I ate a lot earlier”
Quote from Adriana on August 24, 2018, 6:11 pmBonus
Hamilton clenched his jaw firmly. It was a peculiar situation. Not a day had past by and he was already allied side a pack of strangers in a very messy set of circumstances.
But somehow, that didn't matter. He felt a kindred spirit with the pack, perhaps it was because they were the first organized company of werewolves he had stumbled across in his travels, or perhaps he just felt it would be absolutely unacceptable not to help out another soul in need.
Whether he had a validate reason or not, Hamilton was in the middle of it. And he needed to get his role straight.
His eyes flickered towards the dark shadow in front of him. Even in her werewolf form, he felt a rush of tenderness for the girl. This was up straight dangerous, and if Hamilton had an excuse to doubt's Kratos efficiency, he'd object to putting her out here.
But he didn't. He somehow knew that the leader knew and would execute what was best for his pack.
He stayed alongside Chime as best as he could while keeping on high alert for any unwanted attention.
The man watched as his partner successfully got into the truck—but refused to let himself relax before the job was done. “Oy, ask Jackaroo if he can walk.”
With all the tension in the air, it seemed Hamilton was just as prepared to swing Ulric over his shoulder than Chime was to assure that her friend was alright. But he waited for a response, trying to keep a collected head and a sharp wit about him.
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Hamilton clenched his jaw firmly. It was a peculiar situation. Not a day had past by and he was already allied side a pack of strangers in a very messy set of circumstances.
But somehow, that didn't matter. He felt a kindred spirit with the pack, perhaps it was because they were the first organized company of werewolves he had stumbled across in his travels, or perhaps he just felt it would be absolutely unacceptable not to help out another soul in need.
Whether he had a validate reason or not, Hamilton was in the middle of it. And he needed to get his role straight.
His eyes flickered towards the dark shadow in front of him. Even in her werewolf form, he felt a rush of tenderness for the girl. This was up straight dangerous, and if Hamilton had an excuse to doubt's Kratos efficiency, he'd object to putting her out here.
But he didn't. He somehow knew that the leader knew and would execute what was best for his pack.
He stayed alongside Chime as best as he could while keeping on high alert for any unwanted attention.
The man watched as his partner successfully got into the truck—but refused to let himself relax before the job was done. “Oy, ask Jackaroo if he can walk.”
With all the tension in the air, it seemed Hamilton was just as prepared to swing Ulric over his shoulder than Chime was to assure that her friend was alright. But he waited for a response, trying to keep a collected head and a sharp wit about him.
Quote from Adriana on August 24, 2018, 6:11 pmMae
Paul fell with a thud and Diane released him to the earth's embrace without so much as a stoop. Her hands then freely withdrew to smooth back her hair from her face while she stepped lightly over the fallen form in a callous manner. She then paused just beside the man, stooping down, and took the rifle out of Paul's hand.
Straightening her posture, Diane extended the weapon to Silas.
"Put that out of his reach and leave your souvenirs." She instructed, and her eyes seemed to play over him briefly, considering, before she then continued passed him to the back of Paul's truck.When Diane came around the corner, she saw a sight that she quite expected but found no less startling, her manner was well conducted.
The Alpha, a giant, clothed under a coat of black and crimson, stood amid the bodies of the hunters. His foes were all fallen, and each suffered some degree of agony while the lithe white creature who had brought about their downfall stood nearby.
Observing the great Alpha turn his head to the leader of the hunters, Diane was silent and obliged to follow his gaze toward the man laying on the ground.
Harvey Bolt, who had clearly sustained a broken right collerbone and was glaring with bitter animosity and resentment, made no motion as he met the Alpha's eyes directly. But Diane was taken aback when she saw the Alpha, devoid of wrath and almost gentle, thereafter speak in a slow and calm way, easily comprehended even by untrained ears."You will not be harmed again. But take care, that this offense is not repeated. You have trespassed against patience that is not limitless, and I recieved no letter of grievance. But if you should find fault hereafter, come to my home, and face me as a man. I will gladly accomodate you."
Harvey Bolt could not have missed that message, but if he heeded a word it would be a wonder; His heart was too full of anger and fear, he dared not voice the tirade that consumed his mind.
But the Alpha had other reasons for speaking to the hunter that could not yet be guessed, and this response was sufficient to satisfy him.
How incomprehensibly fortunate Harvey had been! There was no imprint where skin met teeth on his flesh, nor was there the slightest trace of blood; although the Alpha had it in his power to break his neck, Harvey had received only a broken collarbone! It was impossible to imagine the control that had been utilized in the attack.
Once Kratos had communicated to Harvey Bolt, he had no more interest in him and turned away, lifting his gaze after the direction Jackie had fled.
"Sabrina, she knows where she is going. Follow her, but do not interfere in what you see." The Alpha's voice commanded.
Kratos would not be understood by the hunters that time, and now he looked to where Chime and Hamilton stood.
Mae
Paul fell with a thud and Diane released him to the earth's embrace without so much as a stoop. Her hands then freely withdrew to smooth back her hair from her face while she stepped lightly over the fallen form in a callous manner. She then paused just beside the man, stooping down, and took the rifle out of Paul's hand.
Straightening her posture, Diane extended the weapon to Silas.
"Put that out of his reach and leave your souvenirs." She instructed, and her eyes seemed to play over him briefly, considering, before she then continued passed him to the back of Paul's truck.
When Diane came around the corner, she saw a sight that she quite expected but found no less startling, her manner was well conducted.
The Alpha, a giant, clothed under a coat of black and crimson, stood amid the bodies of the hunters. His foes were all fallen, and each suffered some degree of agony while the lithe white creature who had brought about their downfall stood nearby.
Observing the great Alpha turn his head to the leader of the hunters, Diane was silent and obliged to follow his gaze toward the man laying on the ground.
Harvey Bolt, who had clearly sustained a broken right collerbone and was glaring with bitter animosity and resentment, made no motion as he met the Alpha's eyes directly. But Diane was taken aback when she saw the Alpha, devoid of wrath and almost gentle, thereafter speak in a slow and calm way, easily comprehended even by untrained ears.
"You will not be harmed again. But take care, that this offense is not repeated. You have trespassed against patience that is not limitless, and I recieved no letter of grievance. But if you should find fault hereafter, come to my home, and face me as a man. I will gladly accomodate you."
Harvey Bolt could not have missed that message, but if he heeded a word it would be a wonder; His heart was too full of anger and fear, he dared not voice the tirade that consumed his mind.
But the Alpha had other reasons for speaking to the hunter that could not yet be guessed, and this response was sufficient to satisfy him.
How incomprehensibly fortunate Harvey had been! There was no imprint where skin met teeth on his flesh, nor was there the slightest trace of blood; although the Alpha had it in his power to break his neck, Harvey had received only a broken collarbone! It was impossible to imagine the control that had been utilized in the attack.
Once Kratos had communicated to Harvey Bolt, he had no more interest in him and turned away, lifting his gaze after the direction Jackie had fled.
"Sabrina, she knows where she is going. Follow her, but do not interfere in what you see." The Alpha's voice commanded.
Kratos would not be understood by the hunters that time, and now he looked to where Chime and Hamilton stood.
