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Werewolves (RP15) The Waking Dawn

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“Yes, but it is still early.” Logan responded with even a hint of sarcasm, then left Jackie to her own devices.

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Bianca lifted the hand towel off of a growing stack of pancakes and added another one. There must have been a dozen by now between the plates. She continued to hum to her song and occasionally danced, albeit subtley, while pouring batter.

The song ended and she pulled the Sony Walkman out of the oversized pocket and fiddled with the machine, before turning to put a stack of pancakes on the table - knowing full well one or two seats may be filled at any given time.

Naturally, Timothy’s discretion lent to her surprise when she saw him, and her eyes widened for a moment. Whether it be due to the fact she had been over the stove for too long or she was possibly embarassed, her face was reddened. But she eased quickly and flashed a bright white smile. “Good morning,” she commented, taking the earpiece off. “Can you put these on the table?” it was more of a statement, as she more or less forced the plate onto Timothy. The redness didn’t seem to receed so it must have been the stove. “Can you open a window too please? Or, don’t, y’know.”

No response came to Ulric's knocking.

Timothy's hands briefly clasped Bianca's in the exchange, but there was no indication that it was intentional or an accident. He never looked down at the plate in his hands, nor made any motion to open the window. He continued to watch Bianca work from behind.

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Ulric stood quietly at the door for a moment, listening. There was a difference to the beat of a heart in slumber and the beat of a heart in wakefulness. Ulric learned long ago how to judge between them. Yet, if the stranger did not want to be disturbed, he was not one to press his presence. He left the door after a moment and went back downstairs.

Somewhere on Phantom Mountain steps from a stranger to it's realm were walking across it's surface.

With some help, Matthew had waited out the storm at a local's home in Reknab Bend. There, he was able to get a good meal and a shower by exchange of helping them out with some chores. He was now however in the thick of the mountains wooded heights, only having gone up as far as he had as he was struggling to find what he was looking for: The phantom herb.

He had done his best to avoid going near the scents of other werewolves he had noticed on the mountain. Maybe that's why he had wound up going in some odd direction where no herbs could be found. He had been told the herbs were supposed to be found up there however, so he continued his search- With a name like Phantom Mountain, how could it be the wrong mountain? And so with his senses alert for any approuching threats, he continued his careful search through the forest.

Bianca added another pancake and turned off her CD player. She poured the last of the batter and grabbed the other stack of pancakes and some potholders.

She came to the table and watched Timothy watching her. Setting down the pancakes and returning for the pot of soup, she passed him by again and put the walkman down on the table after the soup. “Is it the music?” She asked, pointing to the machine. She looked beyond Timothy at Ulric coming down the stairs and shot him a glance, somewhere between “hey” and “what is happening right now?”.

… Crnch.

There was the smallest sound of leaf litter shifting a few yards behind Matthew. A rabbit maybe? No scent gave the creature away.

Noiselessly, Jackie padded back to her room along the balls of her feet as though a cat in hunt.  She opened the door, however hesitated at the threshold. Within each scent within she could recollect the happenings of the last two days - from the remnants of mud, to the uneasy sweat on her sheets, and at last to unyielding lavender.

She drew forth her hand, considering to press further, yet held herself back. Something unsettled her. She could not say what, a strange discordance in the scents perhaps, only that in this threshold there was a significance once crossed.

She moved away, backing up into the hallway and starring down the flight of steps.  There was another scent. Like a predator in hunt, she pursued it, walking down the flight of steps bare foot with the same noiseless precision and out the front door.  The morning sun which warmed her skin was cooled by the cool chill in the air.  She distributed her weight evenly across her feet, minimizing the crunch of the gravel underfoot.

And suddenly she was upon it. She pushed open the door of the cabin and followed the scent to the kitchen table - where a stack of pancakes lay oblivious to their peril.  Ignoring the others in the room, she set down her scissors, grabbed one pancake from the top of the stack, and took large bites without so much as plate or syrup.

Matthew turned quickly to look at the sudden noise, his body becoming very still as his hazel eyes had grown wide.

A small blur of brown shot out of the brambles, as a rabbit weaved past Matthew with wide, terror stricken eyes!

… and its pursuer was close behind! A white beast lunged towards the fleeing rabbit, but wasn’t keen to the obstacle the small animal dodged. It nearly met with Matthew in a crash of teeth and claws—-!

The darting rabbit alerted Matthew to move just in time, barely missing being knocked over by the white werewolf that lunged after it. He moved several more steps away from it, as he watched the beast intently.

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