Forums

Forum Navigation
Please to create posts and topics.

Werewolves (RP15) The Waking Dawn

PreviousPage 11 of 32Next

"Huh," Jackie yawned and her gaze wandered elsewhere. Like a cat, her laser-focus had shifted elsewhere to movement outside the window, "Well good luck with that".

Breaking the conversation abruptly, she continued down the steps and scrambled down the steps. She bolted out the door, slamming it behind her, and put up a hand in greeting.

"Hey! Wait up!" she scrambled towards the dirt path, quickly closing the lead Logan had already gotten on her.

“Agh, it is like a bad omen is following me.” Logan groaned and continued at a steady-if not increased-pace.

”I will turn around if you do not choose to be calm. If I want to have fires and police man around, I would just ah, do it myself, some way. I do not want your storm.”

Of course, Logan knew Jackie would follow regardless. She took a deep breath and continued walking. With Jackie in tow, changing forms was not in the cards as she initially planned-she didn’t trust Jackie not to make her too angry that she couldn’t control her monster.

If that didn't spell trouble like the word trouble itself.

Ulric saw Jackie out the door, glanced behind him at Timothy, still standing at the top of the stairs, and then went out himself.

"Can I come too?" Ulric called out behind Jackie and Logan, quickly catching up to them.

Logan wouldn't mind, surely. The two had it hard when they first met, but in the days and months that followed, Ulric had grown quite fond of time spent in Logan's company. And Jackie, well; she saved his life so short a time ago, was it right to assume they were friends?

The door closed. Timothy stood in the sole beam of light at the top of the stairs glaring darkly down at it. He hated all three of them. He was sure of it. They cared nothing for him. Sullenly, he slunk back into the hall. He passed by Bianca's room as he approached Saber's confinement. He stopped just by the door, out of the way of the light where he could not be seen, and he listened.
There was a time Sabrina waited on him this way. Who was the stranger she now tended? What made him so special as to garner her care?

To say  Ulric was a glue between Jackie and Logan was a bit of an understatement, and injustice to Ulric. Glue had no special task to do, nor did it risk it's life keeping the two adjoining pieces together. It just existed. Ulric was the type to jump in the middle of a dog fight without thinking twice. It's not to say he didn't think - he just put everyone around him before himself, or such is what was observed by Logan.

This made her more keenly aware of her words and actions. His well being-mental or physical-came before her ego.

"You do not have to ask that." she said in response to Ulric, but-if she didn't give Jackie a side eye directly after...

Jackie held her tongue as Logan spoke initially - a furtive side-glance just so and a tightening of her jaw. The tension abated in a moment - her fingers running through her newly cut locks, feeling the lightness at the back of her neck. She shifted her weight with half a mind to tug at Logan's hair when she wasn't looking, only for Ulric to declare his intentions and come rushing up from the porch.

To him her look that made it clear he was neither welcome nor unwelcome - a baby brother to be tolerated on the trip and nothing more.

"No storm here," Jackie replied innocently, waiting to snap at Logan's side-eye if given half the chance, "You're just going my way, so don't feel special".

Logan's shoulders visibly tensed, and a slow, long breath that followed quickly released the tension. "We are never going the same way." she responded in short time, "I have a goal, you do not. Your path only lines up by chance."

"Maybe," Jackie stopped short, the warning in her voice predating the rasp of a growl like the rumble of thunder before a lightning strike, "You should shut your mouth on things you know nothing about".

Her gaze darkened, turning again towards the dirt path so as not to linger too long or hard on what was behind her. She started walking, dirt crunching underfoot, without regard for if the other two followed behind or not.

Levi finished his meal and noted that he and Theo were once again the stragglers left at the table. He sighed softly, content, actually, that there were fewer people around to keep track of, that the one who remained was one he counted as a friend, and his belly was full. It wasn't conscious, but he visibly relaxed.

"Well, now, what's on the to-do list t'day, Theo?" he asked, quietly, even a bit tired now rather than trying to retain a show of being chipper and energized.

"Strange things, these past few days, eh?" He was silent for a moment, thinking. "What's yer take on Tammy and her stories? I dinae get a chance t'ask you before."

----

Sabrina raised her head slightly, picking up on a presence lingering by the door. But she proceeded as if she didn't notice him. "I know many things about many werewolf packs," she said simply. "These at Pinerich--you were chased out before or after you turned?"

The unspoken question was, of course, Did they change you?

Far too tired to notice the presence beyond the door yet, Saber continued like it was only Sabrina listening. " After," he replied.

PreviousPage 11 of 32Next