Werewolves (RP15) The Waking Dawn
Quote from Mae on August 17, 2022, 5:07 pmUlric watched. Nothing he could say would change the scene, but what he observed in it would change his response. Jackie didn't need to describe the blackness in her soul, for example, Ulric could see it in her countenance - sense it in her presence - feel it in the subtlety of her body language. As he recognized it in that moment, Ulric also felt a sense of connection to her and everyone around him. It was more than an emotional connection. All his physical senses became engaged. The closest person to him was more than twelve feet away, yet he could feel the heat from her skin. Sight, scent, and touch each lent him a superhuman sort of awareness and insight into the physical, emotional, and mental wellbeing of his companions, almost as if all together they were one. And then it was gone. Just as suddenly as he connected with them, Ulric felt himself again. He could still observe each of them and their body language, but he could no longer feel the heat on his skin or smell the anger in the air. Perhaps, it was all only imagined.
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Timothy didn't know what Logan had just called him, but he felt sure it was a dirty name.
"I don't remember anything." He said dismissively. Then he looked at Bianca. "And you don't know anything."
Bianca had made herself a nuisance thwarting him from getting an advantage three times.
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"Stop it, all of you." Ulric said. His attention had not wavered from Jackie. He would not asking her to reveal any more about her past, but if Melinda's life was truly on the line, it was time to have out with it.
"Jackie, please," he said earnestly. "Do you know where she is?"
Ulric watched. Nothing he could say would change the scene, but what he observed in it would change his response. Jackie didn't need to describe the blackness in her soul, for example, Ulric could see it in her countenance - sense it in her presence - feel it in the subtlety of her body language. As he recognized it in that moment, Ulric also felt a sense of connection to her and everyone around him. It was more than an emotional connection. All his physical senses became engaged. The closest person to him was more than twelve feet away, yet he could feel the heat from her skin. Sight, scent, and touch each lent him a superhuman sort of awareness and insight into the physical, emotional, and mental wellbeing of his companions, almost as if all together they were one. And then it was gone. Just as suddenly as he connected with them, Ulric felt himself again. He could still observe each of them and their body language, but he could no longer feel the heat on his skin or smell the anger in the air. Perhaps, it was all only imagined.
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Timothy didn't know what Logan had just called him, but he felt sure it was a dirty name.
"I don't remember anything." He said dismissively. Then he looked at Bianca. "And you don't know anything."
Bianca had made herself a nuisance thwarting him from getting an advantage three times.
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"Stop it, all of you." Ulric said. His attention had not wavered from Jackie. He would not asking her to reveal any more about her past, but if Melinda's life was truly on the line, it was time to have out with it.
"Jackie, please," he said earnestly. "Do you know where she is?"
Quote from Mae on August 17, 2022, 5:09 pmKratos saw the truck appear over the crest of the hill, and he saw who stepped out of it.
"They are guard dogs." He answered Officer Owen. "They are trained to kill other dogs."
Kratos saw the truck appear over the crest of the hill, and he saw who stepped out of it.
"They are guard dogs." He answered Officer Owen. "They are trained to kill other dogs."
Quote from Adriana on August 17, 2022, 6:07 pmBianca looked at Ulric, surprised at the correction. She withdrew inwardly - it seemed her life was a balancing act of saying too much or too little, and she kept over-correcting. She sat on the porch step and biting her lip, looked on, not setting her eyes on anyone in particular - and not particularly listening to what they said; she was on the defensive and quite tired of everyone's antics this morning.
Logan seemed surprised at Timothy's response, "That is not true.." she replied bluntly, grabbing up her axe off the ground. Nonetheless, much like Bianca - she was not in the mood to argue - even moreso, knowing Timothy would not respond back. If Jackie would offer information, Ulric would find the right questions to ask, his words were more elegant and efficient.
She put her tool-belt through the loops on her pants, and hung the axe in a loop. Then she slipped off the sleeve of her jacket and lowered the shoulder of one side of her shirt, and using her teeth to help her, tightened the cuff on her upper arm. She had decided at an earlier time, to punch holes, four on each side, through the edges of it, and smooth them out, then put leather laces through the holes. As her form changed, the laces loosened, and the cuff would stay fixed on her arm without causing injury or breaking.
When finished, she put the jacket back over her shoulder. Logan however, did listen; but her will to intervene was nearly snuffed. She had her own questions, and the answers seemed to lie on the ridge of the Phantom Mountain.
Bianca looked at Ulric, surprised at the correction. She withdrew inwardly - it seemed her life was a balancing act of saying too much or too little, and she kept over-correcting. She sat on the porch step and biting her lip, looked on, not setting her eyes on anyone in particular - and not particularly listening to what they said; she was on the defensive and quite tired of everyone's antics this morning.
Logan seemed surprised at Timothy's response, "That is not true.." she replied bluntly, grabbing up her axe off the ground. Nonetheless, much like Bianca - she was not in the mood to argue - even moreso, knowing Timothy would not respond back. If Jackie would offer information, Ulric would find the right questions to ask, his words were more elegant and efficient.
She put her tool-belt through the loops on her pants, and hung the axe in a loop. Then she slipped off the sleeve of her jacket and lowered the shoulder of one side of her shirt, and using her teeth to help her, tightened the cuff on her upper arm. She had decided at an earlier time, to punch holes, four on each side, through the edges of it, and smooth them out, then put leather laces through the holes. As her form changed, the laces loosened, and the cuff would stay fixed on her arm without causing injury or breaking.
When finished, she put the jacket back over her shoulder. Logan however, did listen; but her will to intervene was nearly snuffed. She had her own questions, and the answers seemed to lie on the ridge of the Phantom Mountain.
Quote from Deleted user on August 17, 2022, 9:08 pmOfficer Smith took several steps back as Zeit went off at him.
" We do have a search warrent- Officer Owen has it," he pointed towards the three police officers off in the distance near the gate who were still talking with Kratos. " He's also the one who can call off the dogs, I-I don't have such authority."
Officer Smith took several steps back as Zeit went off at him.
" We do have a search warrent- Officer Owen has it," he pointed towards the three police officers off in the distance near the gate who were still talking with Kratos. " He's also the one who can call off the dogs, I-I don't have such authority."
Quote from Indy on August 17, 2022, 10:03 pmSomething pounded from behind her eyes, growing with every moment. Just as the ground seemed ready to slip away from beneath her feet, Ulric summoned her back to it again. The question was repeated - and this time, there was an answer. Yet it was in the subtlety of her downcast expression, and the soft sway of her head that did so. She didn’t know. The conclusion of imminent danger was one won by intuition, and intuition’s sake alone.
“She left a note for me on the ranch. In a code only I would understand. Yesterday, Sabrina and I tracked down what my sister had left for me…” her fingers clenched absently to a presence.
She exhaled, “I found a vial of the medicine I came here with… and the instructions to open a safety deposit box. What my sister left lying there for me was two notes. The first hidden in plain sight, telling me to come home. That my mission was done here… the second..”
She closed her eyes, “Smelled of blood, and it was hidden in a place only a werewolf would find. It told me that the one I had called father did not believe I was dead. But that she would keep me safe so long as I never left the mountains. Then she asked me to hide something for her. And then she asked me to let her go…”
Her finger tips clenched until the bones of her knuckles stuck against her skin, turning to Ulric, “It was all very carefully planned, except for the part where she thought I’d let her go. He won’t let me go, no matter what she thinks. The only way I'd let her go is if I really was dead”.
Something pounded from behind her eyes, growing with every moment. Just as the ground seemed ready to slip away from beneath her feet, Ulric summoned her back to it again. The question was repeated - and this time, there was an answer. Yet it was in the subtlety of her downcast expression, and the soft sway of her head that did so. She didn’t know. The conclusion of imminent danger was one won by intuition, and intuition’s sake alone.
“She left a note for me on the ranch. In a code only I would understand. Yesterday, Sabrina and I tracked down what my sister had left for me…” her fingers clenched absently to a presence.
She exhaled, “I found a vial of the medicine I came here with… and the instructions to open a safety deposit box. What my sister left lying there for me was two notes. The first hidden in plain sight, telling me to come home. That my mission was done here… the second..”
She closed her eyes, “Smelled of blood, and it was hidden in a place only a werewolf would find. It told me that the one I had called father did not believe I was dead. But that she would keep me safe so long as I never left the mountains. Then she asked me to hide something for her. And then she asked me to let her go…”
Her finger tips clenched until the bones of her knuckles stuck against her skin, turning to Ulric, “It was all very carefully planned, except for the part where she thought I’d let her go. He won’t let me go, no matter what she thinks. The only way I'd let her go is if I really was dead”.
Quote from Kaqurei on August 17, 2022, 10:06 pmLevi remained rooted where he stood as everything transpired, a big black wolf standing as if braced to dart forward on the porch. He noted Timothy's challenge when he broke for the door in the first place--itching for violence, as always. Some deep down instinct told him to be mindful of that one--though he stood as a wolf and Timothy only a young man, and a skinny one at that, he gave him the same creepy crawly feeling as an unwanted spider that appeared in your bed at night, just before you were about to turn out the lights. The kind that will disappear if you look away even for a second. And then you never know where it will turn up again. But you definitely won't be sleeping in your bed for a few more nights. That said, he did *not* look directly at Timothy, or even point an ear in his direction.
You'd like that, wouldanae, little weasel?
He felt Bianca's touch and relaxed a degree. He liked that she took charge. Someone needed to. He was surprised no one else seemed to recognize her authority--perhaps he had misread her position in the pack? She was new, but then they all were, as he understood it. This pack was barely a year old. It was only natural that there would be some struggle as everyone found their place. The difference was he was quite sure Bianca had been given her position by the Alpha.
Some wolves obey by the Alpha's word. Others by his enforcement. And he wasn't around to enforce anything just now, was he?
Levi sat down on his haunches, like a good dog. He took a deep breath and released it in a bit of a sneeze. Relax. They're not fighting, they're talking.
Then he noticed Bianca's subtle withdrawal, from the corner of his eye. He looked at her directly. "Hey now," he said softly. "Chin up, ey? Confidence is what'll win this lot." His big yellow eyes wandered to the group out on the lawn. "...I think." A furtive glance to and away from Timothy. "I hope."
Levi remained rooted where he stood as everything transpired, a big black wolf standing as if braced to dart forward on the porch. He noted Timothy's challenge when he broke for the door in the first place--itching for violence, as always. Some deep down instinct told him to be mindful of that one--though he stood as a wolf and Timothy only a young man, and a skinny one at that, he gave him the same creepy crawly feeling as an unwanted spider that appeared in your bed at night, just before you were about to turn out the lights. The kind that will disappear if you look away even for a second. And then you never know where it will turn up again. But you definitely won't be sleeping in your bed for a few more nights. That said, he did *not* look directly at Timothy, or even point an ear in his direction.
You'd like that, wouldanae, little weasel?
He felt Bianca's touch and relaxed a degree. He liked that she took charge. Someone needed to. He was surprised no one else seemed to recognize her authority--perhaps he had misread her position in the pack? She was new, but then they all were, as he understood it. This pack was barely a year old. It was only natural that there would be some struggle as everyone found their place. The difference was he was quite sure Bianca had been given her position by the Alpha.
Some wolves obey by the Alpha's word. Others by his enforcement. And he wasn't around to enforce anything just now, was he?
Levi sat down on his haunches, like a good dog. He took a deep breath and released it in a bit of a sneeze. Relax. They're not fighting, they're talking.
Then he noticed Bianca's subtle withdrawal, from the corner of his eye. He looked at her directly. "Hey now," he said softly. "Chin up, ey? Confidence is what'll win this lot." His big yellow eyes wandered to the group out on the lawn. "...I think." A furtive glance to and away from Timothy. "I hope."
Quote from Adriana on August 17, 2022, 10:20 pmBianca hunkered down, her knees on front of her face and arms around her legs. She kept her eyes barely above her knees and shrugged at Levi’s words, as if they were an annoying insect.
“I’m not good at this. I miss Chime. I hope she can come back soon.”
Bianca hunkered down, her knees on front of her face and arms around her legs. She kept her eyes barely above her knees and shrugged at Levi’s words, as if they were an annoying insect.
“I’m not good at this. I miss Chime. I hope she can come back soon.”
Quote from Mae on August 17, 2022, 10:28 pmUlric saw Bianca shut down and he felt sorry for it. He spoke out as the only way to keep Logan, Timothy, and Levi from engaging with each other in as few words as possible. Bianca was Den Mother. This was her territory. Even if she wasn't very possessive of it yet, her rule and her right was to call the shots on den ground. Ulric was Peacekeeper, and his job was to cut the fight before it began.
He listened to Jackie. His countenance showed the relief he felt as she finally told her part, and in as much detail as she could muster. It seemed like an impossible situation. He knew it. Jackie's so-called father was wicked and evil; whether Jackie realized it or not, he used Melinda to tie a rope around the neck of his monster - the monster he planned for Jackie to become.
Jackie needed a way out of her dark hole, some hope that it wasn't her life or Melinda's on either side of the mass balance. ... Perhaps, the secret to giving her that hope was hidden in plain sight.
"Do you still have the note with the blood on it?" Ulric asked after a moment.
Ulric saw Bianca shut down and he felt sorry for it. He spoke out as the only way to keep Logan, Timothy, and Levi from engaging with each other in as few words as possible. Bianca was Den Mother. This was her territory. Even if she wasn't very possessive of it yet, her rule and her right was to call the shots on den ground. Ulric was Peacekeeper, and his job was to cut the fight before it began.
He listened to Jackie. His countenance showed the relief he felt as she finally told her part, and in as much detail as she could muster. It seemed like an impossible situation. He knew it. Jackie's so-called father was wicked and evil; whether Jackie realized it or not, he used Melinda to tie a rope around the neck of his monster - the monster he planned for Jackie to become.
Jackie needed a way out of her dark hole, some hope that it wasn't her life or Melinda's on either side of the mass balance. ... Perhaps, the secret to giving her that hope was hidden in plain sight.
"Do you still have the note with the blood on it?" Ulric asked after a moment.
Quote from Adriana on August 17, 2022, 10:45 pmLogan rested on the balls of her feet and watched the interaction between Ulric and Jackie, but kept Timothy in the peripheral of her muave eyes, as long as he remained. Now, with the proverbial dust settled, she caught a scent on the wind… but ever so faint, and nearly washed with the odor of wet earth and wood. She would investigate further in her secondary form, but her body would not take kindly to another transformation so soon after the last.
Logan rested on the balls of her feet and watched the interaction between Ulric and Jackie, but kept Timothy in the peripheral of her muave eyes, as long as he remained. Now, with the proverbial dust settled, she caught a scent on the wind… but ever so faint, and nearly washed with the odor of wet earth and wood. She would investigate further in her secondary form, but her body would not take kindly to another transformation so soon after the last.
