Werewolves (RP13.3) Many Decisions: Echoes
Quote from Deleted user on October 8, 2020, 3:20 amIt took a moment to get out of his mind, but eventually Tito managed to wipe his cheek and look up, focusing once more on the world outside him. He watched as the two others with Zander entered the graveyard as suddenly a thought got caught in his mind and, seeing the road was clear of traffic, caused him to quickly get out of his truck.
" Zander!" He called out as he made his way over to the young man with haste, hoping to catch him before he entered the graveyard.
It took a moment to get out of his mind, but eventually Tito managed to wipe his cheek and look up, focusing once more on the world outside him. He watched as the two others with Zander entered the graveyard as suddenly a thought got caught in his mind and, seeing the road was clear of traffic, caused him to quickly get out of his truck.
" Zander!" He called out as he made his way over to the young man with haste, hoping to catch him before he entered the graveyard.
Quote from Indy on November 2, 2020, 9:11 pmZander made no notice of the boy that shouted. He continued in even stride towards the graveyard, hands in his pockets as he took survey of the peaceful gravestones over a lush green lawn.
The young man was struck by having crossed a threshold to another world altogether - as if behind a gravestone he might find a devious fae trying to trick a passerby into a never ending party, or a Hakanohi lighting the graves of souls long departed. Amidst such strangeness, he thought himself not very strange at all in the scheme of things... and though in part he wished to wave out his hand to Tito and beacon him into a fascinating, secret world, he knew the consequences would be all the greater if he did.
Zander made no notice of the boy that shouted. He continued in even stride towards the graveyard, hands in his pockets as he took survey of the peaceful gravestones over a lush green lawn.
The young man was struck by having crossed a threshold to another world altogether - as if behind a gravestone he might find a devious fae trying to trick a passerby into a never ending party, or a Hakanohi lighting the graves of souls long departed. Amidst such strangeness, he thought himself not very strange at all in the scheme of things... and though in part he wished to wave out his hand to Tito and beacon him into a fascinating, secret world, he knew the consequences would be all the greater if he did.
Quote from Mae on November 2, 2020, 11:06 pmThe old gentleman followed Toby some ways into the graveyard, until, led around a hedge corner and to a particularly shady spot under an old weeping willow, they arrived at their destination. A single white little headstone beside an unmarked grave.
The old gentleman followed Toby some ways into the graveyard, until, led around a hedge corner and to a particularly shady spot under an old weeping willow, they arrived at their destination. A single white little headstone beside an unmarked grave.
Quote from Deleted user on November 3, 2020, 12:27 pmDespite Zander showing no sign of noticing him, Tito continued to jog over to him undeterred. Now catching up to Zander's side in the cemetery he slowed down his pace to catch his breath. " Zander," he repeated to get his attention.
Despite Zander showing no sign of noticing him, Tito continued to jog over to him undeterred. Now catching up to Zander's side in the cemetery he slowed down his pace to catch his breath. " Zander," he repeated to get his attention.
Quote from Indy on November 3, 2020, 1:38 pmZander kept walking eyes straight ahead until the very last moment. When plausible deniability had well ceased, he need only tilt his head to catch sight of Tito. He offered him the kindness of a surprised glance.
"Erm... hello," he said weakly.
Standing before a solitary gravestone beneath a weeping willow seemed a poor place to make an introduction. Yet finding himself the awkward middleman, he could not deny the opportunity. It would be far better he provide the context, lest everyone else draw their own conclusions.
"This is Tito," he explained with a shrug, "We met earlier. He's... visiting from out of town".
"Toby," he nodded in the direction of the scraggly young man before turning to the significantly older, "And Scout".
Zander kept walking eyes straight ahead until the very last moment. When plausible deniability had well ceased, he need only tilt his head to catch sight of Tito. He offered him the kindness of a surprised glance.
"Erm... hello," he said weakly.
Standing before a solitary gravestone beneath a weeping willow seemed a poor place to make an introduction. Yet finding himself the awkward middleman, he could not deny the opportunity. It would be far better he provide the context, lest everyone else draw their own conclusions.
"This is Tito," he explained with a shrug, "We met earlier. He's... visiting from out of town".
"Toby," he nodded in the direction of the scraggly young man before turning to the significantly older, "And Scout".
Quote from Cat on November 23, 2020, 2:06 amToby stopped under the willow tree and peered down at the modest white headstone. His eyes glanced over the dates and dedication beneath his grandfather's full name, then rested on the image of a wolf carved over it. Of all the times he'd seen that wolf during his visits in his youth, he'd never once made the connection. Here lay not only a great man, but a great alpha.
Toby stood quietly and respectfully. He glanced up at the sound of his name and noticed the stranger, blushing. Oh! ...Uh, hi. He muttered sheepishly. A graveyard really wasn't the place for introductions.
Toby stopped under the willow tree and peered down at the modest white headstone. His eyes glanced over the dates and dedication beneath his grandfather's full name, then rested on the image of a wolf carved over it. Of all the times he'd seen that wolf during his visits in his youth, he'd never once made the connection. Here lay not only a great man, but a great alpha.
Toby stood quietly and respectfully. He glanced up at the sound of his name and noticed the stranger, blushing. Oh! ...Uh, hi. He muttered sheepishly. A graveyard really wasn't the place for introductions.
Quote from Mae on November 24, 2020, 9:29 pmScout would have offered a gracious 'howdy-do' to Tito, had he noticed him, but unfortunately the old gentleman seemed otherwise transfixed.
He arrived at the site with a smile on his face. "Good ol Ed." He said, looking over the simple stone. It wasn't much to look at - just a slab of granite with a name on it and a picture of a wolf. Yet, Scout's voice was timid despite himself.
"Edward Zircon Buttermilk" was the name of the stone. If only the name of a stone, it would be easy to stand over it unaffected. But it was not. It was also the name of what it represented - all that it represented; The man it represented and everything he ever did for his family and fellow creatures. Supposedly, more than four feet under the stone were his bones. Those bones once moved and breathed, touching and influencing and shaping a living world. Now, all that remained were the bones, and if not the bones than the effects, and the signature of that life in the DNA of the Buttermilk boy.
The old gentleman looked very frail as he stood over that grave looking down. He looked at least three times as old as he appeared before he got there. But a moment later he had cleared his eyes and looked up, seeming himself again.
"Ah, now." The old gentleman said in his hearty voice, albeit not quite as cheerful as he intended it.
"Thank you for showing me the way." He said to Toby. "You come of good stock, lad. No finer fellows than what is under our feet."From thence the gentleman lifted his eyes and scanned the field of figures. It was no accident that Edward Buttermilk lay beneath the mighty weeping willow, nearly at the center of all centers - for the center of Reknab Bend was the cemetery, and the center of the cemetery was the willow tree. Here, Edward's lone wolf was not alone, for laying at the feet of the angels and standing at the door of the crypts were many others - wolves etched in stone, stones carved into wolves, and the greatest of them all stood over the crypt of John Edward Stone - Toby's second great grandfather, and the founder of Reknab Bend.
Scout would have offered a gracious 'howdy-do' to Tito, had he noticed him, but unfortunately the old gentleman seemed otherwise transfixed.
He arrived at the site with a smile on his face. "Good ol Ed." He said, looking over the simple stone. It wasn't much to look at - just a slab of granite with a name on it and a picture of a wolf. Yet, Scout's voice was timid despite himself.
"Edward Zircon Buttermilk" was the name of the stone. If only the name of a stone, it would be easy to stand over it unaffected. But it was not. It was also the name of what it represented - all that it represented; The man it represented and everything he ever did for his family and fellow creatures. Supposedly, more than four feet under the stone were his bones. Those bones once moved and breathed, touching and influencing and shaping a living world. Now, all that remained were the bones, and if not the bones than the effects, and the signature of that life in the DNA of the Buttermilk boy.
The old gentleman looked very frail as he stood over that grave looking down. He looked at least three times as old as he appeared before he got there. But a moment later he had cleared his eyes and looked up, seeming himself again.
"Ah, now." The old gentleman said in his hearty voice, albeit not quite as cheerful as he intended it.
"Thank you for showing me the way." He said to Toby. "You come of good stock, lad. No finer fellows than what is under our feet."
From thence the gentleman lifted his eyes and scanned the field of figures. It was no accident that Edward Buttermilk lay beneath the mighty weeping willow, nearly at the center of all centers - for the center of Reknab Bend was the cemetery, and the center of the cemetery was the willow tree. Here, Edward's lone wolf was not alone, for laying at the feet of the angels and standing at the door of the crypts were many others - wolves etched in stone, stones carved into wolves, and the greatest of them all stood over the crypt of John Edward Stone - Toby's second great grandfather, and the founder of Reknab Bend.
Quote from Deleted user on November 25, 2020, 12:55 amTito gave a kind, albeit forced, smile towards Toby when introduced as he tried to keep his haste from forgoing simple formalities. When he saw that Scout hadn't noticed him however, he started to observe the headstone the man was admiring, before slowly coming to realize exactly what he was looking at. The wolf carved on the granite slab was only the beginning. His eyes drifted up as all he saw now were wolves, wolves all around the graveyard. He noticed the crypt where the statue of the wolf he and Jenn had seen last night. They were all around him. He suddenly looked very pale as he took a step or two back, trying to regain his balance inward as much as outward.
He felt like he had just walked into another world, one fraught with many dangers. It made him feel a bit sick from how overwhelming it was. He looked at each face of the living that were in front of him now and wondered if they all were werewolves. The fear was all too familiar, much like when he had been informed his friend Saber had been hanging out with gang members. Nobody seemed safe and yet… If you weren't a part of their world then they wouldn't bother you. Usually. He still didn't exactly feel safe with this now realized possibility, but he knew a random attack was unlikely, and figured that applied to werewolves as much as it did to the gang members Saber knew. Before his thoughts could continue their spiral down and potential panic by letting it sink in too much, he turned to Zander.
" Um," Tito tried to start. " Zander, can I talk to you in private?" He said, but the anxiety that was setting in was on his face unable to be shaken off so easily.
Tito gave a kind, albeit forced, smile towards Toby when introduced as he tried to keep his haste from forgoing simple formalities. When he saw that Scout hadn't noticed him however, he started to observe the headstone the man was admiring, before slowly coming to realize exactly what he was looking at. The wolf carved on the granite slab was only the beginning. His eyes drifted up as all he saw now were wolves, wolves all around the graveyard. He noticed the crypt where the statue of the wolf he and Jenn had seen last night. They were all around him. He suddenly looked very pale as he took a step or two back, trying to regain his balance inward as much as outward.
He felt like he had just walked into another world, one fraught with many dangers. It made him feel a bit sick from how overwhelming it was. He looked at each face of the living that were in front of him now and wondered if they all were werewolves. The fear was all too familiar, much like when he had been informed his friend Saber had been hanging out with gang members. Nobody seemed safe and yet… If you weren't a part of their world then they wouldn't bother you. Usually. He still didn't exactly feel safe with this now realized possibility, but he knew a random attack was unlikely, and figured that applied to werewolves as much as it did to the gang members Saber knew. Before his thoughts could continue their spiral down and potential panic by letting it sink in too much, he turned to Zander.
" Um," Tito tried to start. " Zander, can I talk to you in private?" He said, but the anxiety that was setting in was on his face unable to be shaken off so easily.
Quote from Indy on November 28, 2020, 9:59 pmZander stopped a few paces short of Toby's grandfather's tombstone. As an anthropologist, he had acquired the good sense which activities he could participate in, and which activities he would always remain the "other". Besides, his mother had impressed upon him at a young age the merits of tact. Peeling away from the two men gathered besides Edward's tomb, Zander found he didn't need to worry long on what he had missed out on.
It seemed on almost every crypt, tomb, plaque and otherwise there danced a pack of marble wolves. He did a double take at the largest of all, towards the large crypt that had once belonged to John Edward Stone. He had read-up thoroughly on Reknab Bend's town history when it had become clear the town posed a number of interesting questions, and was thus aware of the town's forefather. His mouth nearly fell open at the sight of amarble wolves that lay sprawled across the walls of his tomb, their stony eyes gazing out across the courtyard.
All along, it had not been the wolves that had come after the town. Not, it was the other way around. They had engrained themselves in the very fiber of the town's being. The maw of John's marble wolves seemed to twist at the corners, as if in a smirk that he had missed the obvious for a so long.
Transfixed, Zander was not paying attention that Tito had followed him. In fact, he very nearly missed his direct question until the second sentence, and he flinched visibly, sucked away from the scholarly intrigue.
He shifted uncomfortably, but did not deny Tito's request. Instead he continued his walk among the tomb stones, until he came to rest in the shadow of John Stone's crypt. Up-close, he could appreciate the detail-work of the wolves that had persisted even after all this time.
"What is it?"
Zander stopped a few paces short of Toby's grandfather's tombstone. As an anthropologist, he had acquired the good sense which activities he could participate in, and which activities he would always remain the "other". Besides, his mother had impressed upon him at a young age the merits of tact. Peeling away from the two men gathered besides Edward's tomb, Zander found he didn't need to worry long on what he had missed out on.
It seemed on almost every crypt, tomb, plaque and otherwise there danced a pack of marble wolves. He did a double take at the largest of all, towards the large crypt that had once belonged to John Edward Stone. He had read-up thoroughly on Reknab Bend's town history when it had become clear the town posed a number of interesting questions, and was thus aware of the town's forefather. His mouth nearly fell open at the sight of amarble wolves that lay sprawled across the walls of his tomb, their stony eyes gazing out across the courtyard.
All along, it had not been the wolves that had come after the town. Not, it was the other way around. They had engrained themselves in the very fiber of the town's being. The maw of John's marble wolves seemed to twist at the corners, as if in a smirk that he had missed the obvious for a so long.
Transfixed, Zander was not paying attention that Tito had followed him. In fact, he very nearly missed his direct question until the second sentence, and he flinched visibly, sucked away from the scholarly intrigue.
He shifted uncomfortably, but did not deny Tito's request. Instead he continued his walk among the tomb stones, until he came to rest in the shadow of John Stone's crypt. Up-close, he could appreciate the detail-work of the wolves that had persisted even after all this time.
"What is it?"
Quote from Deleted user on December 2, 2020, 10:52 pmTito took an uneasy glance towards Toby and Scout, who were now a little ways off from where he had followed Zander. It wasn't as private as Tito would like, but he still felt like he was racing the clock with his friend's life on the line so it had to do.
Tito hesitated, as he tried to think of how to phrase his question.
" Um, Zander… I was in my truck just thinking.." Tito paused as his words still didn't feel right. He looked to the ground as he racked his brain for how to say it. He contemplated on not bothering, as he worried his plea for help likely would be rejected. Still, he had to try. Looking back up at Zander, a spark of determination was seen in Tito's eyes.
" As a wolf… Could you…. track someone through smell?"
Tito took an uneasy glance towards Toby and Scout, who were now a little ways off from where he had followed Zander. It wasn't as private as Tito would like, but he still felt like he was racing the clock with his friend's life on the line so it had to do.
Tito hesitated, as he tried to think of how to phrase his question.
" Um, Zander… I was in my truck just thinking.." Tito paused as his words still didn't feel right. He looked to the ground as he racked his brain for how to say it. He contemplated on not bothering, as he worried his plea for help likely would be rejected. Still, he had to try. Looking back up at Zander, a spark of determination was seen in Tito's eyes.
" As a wolf… Could you…. track someone through smell?"
