Quote from Indy on November 16, 2019, 6:27 pm

Jackie exhaled harshly, waving her hand dismissively.  She extracted her weight from the wall, standing to her full height all at once.

"You know what?" she grumbled, glancing around herself and seeing the hallway was deserted, "None of your business".

Without seeking invitation, she moved to brush past Sabrina, heading towards the stairs.

Quote from Adriana on November 16, 2019, 6:48 pm

Bianca sat, catching her breath for a while. She glanced to the hill.

"What's wrong with me?" she muttered aloud, rubbing her arms as if cold. Then she stood, turning and looking over the cabin. There were cobwebs in the corners and tucked between the logs... dirt was piled on the porch, old leaves that had blown onto it from the trees. She went up to the door and gave the knob a turn. It didn't move. Then she looked below her feet, to the door mat with the word "welcome" scrawled in classy lettering. Crouching, the blonde picked it up, and found a key. Classic.

Then she tried the knob again, and this time, it opened. Inside was dark, lifeless. Dust motes fluttered about the room, visible in the dim light filtered through the off white drapes in the kitchen and living room. She tried the lights and they didn't come on - either the electric was off, or they had burned out-most likely both were applicable.

She started into the living room first. There were paintings of horses on the walls. Other parts of the wall were bare, but darker in some patches where dust hadn't quite covered yet-indicating something used to hang there that didn't now. Her sleepy blue gaze fell on a window sill, on which a vase with a single, long wilted rose resided-most of the petals having fallen onto the sill and wood boards below. There was no TV. A little furniture- a worn couch, striped in muddy greens and yellows, patched in some places. A wood rocking chair.

Then she went into the kitchen, examining the cupboards, which were all mostly empty. There was a tired old coffee pot on the counter-and in her mind, she could smell the coffee brewing while bacon cooked on the stove. Bianca felt a sudden, gnawing pang deep in her gut at the thought of a warm, hot breakfast.

"That's part of the problem," she continued her thoughts earlier aloud again. "I don't function when I'm hungry, and I haven't had a whole lot to eat in... months.. let alone a real meal." she tried to find a reason for her actions.

There was a spot on the wall, she noticed, that had a sizeable mark in it - something deep had punctured it there... she narrowed her eyes and ran her finger over it. There was a simple wood table and simple wood chairs, that seemed to have seen their share of use.  She knit her brow-for a moment, she thought she could smell something familiar on the dust. No, she could definitely smell it; even now, the scent of the Alpha lingered on the chairs. She had come to know his scent well. There were others too, vaguely familiar and still present. It had begun to paint a scene in her mind-the Alpha must have spent a lot of time here, before.

Then she began up the stairs, to see what else the old cabin on the ranch had to say.

Quote from Cat on November 25, 2019, 11:03 pm

Toby hesitated as Bianca darted away instead of slowing up so they could walk together. Hadn't she invited him to go with her to town? Had she changed her mind? Had Jackie said something inhumanely cruel to her after he had run to his room? Bianca didn't even acknowledge Ulric-- Ulric was one of the nice ones, wasn't he?

Toby slipped his hands into his pockets and continued down the path at a normal pace. Ulric seemed as though he would transform into a wolf to pursue Bianca, but stopped suddenly and told Toby to follow her instead... That was extremely puzzling. Toby eye'd his fellow pack-member carefully as he passed him, but could not discover any immediately visible indication as to why Ulric chose not to follow through with his change.

So, Toby nodded at Ulric and continued on.

Bianca had already disappeared up ahead. If she managed to keep her pace, she would undoubtedly reach town before he did. Toby knew he could catch her. If not in human form, than definately as a wolf. His wolf was extremely fast and agile, almost to the point of being a super power, but Toby wasnt sure he even wanted to follow Bianca as instructed.

This whole thing looked like it was turning into another drama fest that would end with one or more of them getting hurt, if not killed. It happened the exact same way every time: Tension would start, confrontational members would engage and fur would fly, sensitive members would bail from the situation with an innocent idea or suggestion to go elsewhere, midway to said-idea they would be sidetracked and ambushed... It was inevitable.

And yet, if it were inevitable, would he want Bianca to face it alone? Was it the pack that drew trouble like the crossing of a black cat, or was it merely his presence among them? Toby couldn't deny feeling that if he never caught up and didn't go back, nothing bad would happen to Bianca or anyone else. He felt somewhat superstitious that everything the pack had gone through had been his fault. It was a feeling he couldn't shake. This mountain was HIS ancestral home, but it didn't love him. It had taken his grandmother's pack, and chased away his father and uncle. His family was cursed under the gaze of this heartless mountain and his attempts to defy it had landed him in a hospital bed multiple times.

Toby found himself observing the mountain landscape as he passed it. It was so deceptively peaceful. What was hiding in that utopian beauty, waiting to kill him? Hunters? Rival werewolves? The phantom cow from that wood carving in Granny's room? Perhaps the hermit lady or the very flowers? Toby hated this mountain, and yet one question tormented him more profoundly and deeply than any of the others:

Who struck first? Had the mountain randomly decided it didn't want to be a wolf's mountain, or had his ancestors broken some unspoken code or vow that turned the mountain's heart against them? ...What had become of Granny's pack anyway?

Quote from Adriana on December 1, 2019, 7:35 pm

If walls could talk, the wonder in Bianca's eyes inquired on what they were saying. She went into every room. Some all but empty, some with a few personal effects. One room she went into, she was surprised to find a camera on the nightstand. The blonde opened the film compartment and a roll of tape came out, which she proceeded to unfurl and hold against the light flittering in the window. It was so hard to make out the photos on undeveloped film - you had to discern silhouettes of shapes and fill in the blanks. The girl sighed and rolled it back up. Then, as if guilty, she looked over her shoulder before putting the camera in her backpack.

After a few more minutes of browsing the house, Bianca had begun to collect her thoughts and clear her mind-if not, become a little nervous. Before she could imagine ghosts and hunters and every manner of things haunting and decrepit, she casually moved down the stairs and to the front door, stepping outside and remembering the sun was out and the day wasn't as dark as it was inside.

So she sat at the bottom step of the porch, glancing over occasionally to see if Toby had or would catch up.

Quote from Cat on December 2, 2019, 5:46 am

Because he chose not to run as Bianca had, Toby took a little while longer to reach the farm. Nevertheless they'd left the cabins at relatively the same time, and his natural stride was wide due to the length of his legs, so it didn't take him too long.

Toby allowed himself to slip into deep thought in order to pass time of lonely walking on the path. Before he knew it, the trees fell away behind him and the farm came into view. He spotted Bianca almost immediately, sitting on the porch and looking toward the path as if waiting.

He paused and stared at her, smiled and lifted a hand to wave, but chose not to approach. The farm may have be abandoned, but as far as Toby was concerned, to set foot on the land uninvited was still tresspassing...

Quote from Kaqurei on December 3, 2019, 1:42 pm

Seconds passed as though in slow motion. A million choices stretched out into infinity, each with weighty consequence. Once one choice was selected, the rest would be lost forever. A mind with inhuman speed could have utilized those seconds to play out infinite consequences and select the best choice. But Sabrina was human. She was werewolf. And sometimes, in the heat of the moment, humans and werewolves don't make the best decisions. Her hand shot out to catch Jackie's shoulder with iron strength, the angle and momentum calculated to use the other's own weight to send her whirling back around to face her.

Quote from Indy on December 3, 2019, 7:38 pm

The hit struck.  In a fraction of a moment, the baseball cap was knocked askew and her copper hair whirled around her as she spun on her heel.  Her teeth barred into a snarl -- strange, yet recognizable even on her human features-- and her eyes were bright and livid.  It seemed she was a hair's breadth away from retaliation, but something stayed her. Dare it be self-control?

"What do you WANT?!" she roared at once, her fists raising instinctively as if she were preparing for a battle of fisticuffs.  Her nostrils flared and her mouth was nothing but teeth, "We're not friends. We're not even enemies.  Do you want to be?  Then keep it up, you're doing a great job".

Quote from Deleted user on December 4, 2019, 8:56 am

As time passed one second after another, Saber continued his restless slumber.

The outside world around Saber almost looked peaceful, from the sun shining through the window gently caressing Saber's face and the quaint furnish of the room. It was almost silent. Despite the storm the previous night there was still a bird outside singing some morning tune. The room's serenity even seemed to negate the storm brewing between two of the pack members just outside it's door. But for all the picturesque scene was worth, it was in total opposite of what Saber's subconscious was seeing.

Yet another nightmare was stirring just below the surface, unknown to the world outside. How his face finally relaxed when his consciousness slipped was deceit. Now he was trapped viewing his own worst fears, twists on reality that would present the worst outcomes. The scar that ran up his cheek contrary to the round and gentleness of the features of his face, served as a reminder of the nightmares he had faced in reality; His mind had too much fuel for such a fire. But it was as it always had been, when the mind was set to rest the body there were only a few things that would wake it from the outside world, and only one from within.

Quote from Kaqurei on December 4, 2019, 2:49 pm

"I want to protect this pack," Sabrina returned, her voice smooth as butter but eyes sharp as daggers. "We're either a part of it or not, regardless of our circumstances in coming here. I've chosen to be part of it. Have you?"