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Werewolves (RP15) The Waking Dawn

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Jackie came to one of the doors at the end of the hallway and hesitated. Or more to the point, she listened. In human shape, a werewolf's sense of hearing - unlike their sense of smell - was not entirely different than when she'd been just a mortal human.   Details were a little sharper here and there, and distant sounds carried more easily, yet it was all more or less the same tool-set she had been born with.  Not like smell, which was like discovering color if you'd been color blind your entire life.

So she merely waited and listened for the sound of breath at the other side of the door, or lack thereof, and lingered at the threshold just the same as when she'd lingered outside of a then-teenage Melinda's door. From such experiences, she had honed the ability to know when someone was sleeping, when someone had left, and when someone was only pretending to be asleep or occupied in the hopes you might go away.  It was simply a pattern of breath.

"You've always avoided me," she said suddenly, "You never will look at me in the eyes, you always try to excuse yourself if we happen to be in the same room for even a moment. That stops now".

There was a gulp and a soft breath that might have been just that - an exhale. But more likely, a whimper.

"None of it's your fault, you know," she leaned her weight across the wall with a dull thump, "That night it wasn't - I mean... an accident.  You were the one that happened to be there. Not me".

The door opened. A boy's eyes peered back at hers, bright bottle-glass green. His hair was an upended mass of curls and his face, just barely, showed the barest signs of a beard. He still kept a distance. His mouth was half-open, as though he wanted to say something - but he couldn't form the words. So instead he watched Jackie wordlessly, waiting for her to take the next move.

She gave a sigh, "Go downstairs, Theo. Levi looks like he wants to vanish into thin air".

***

Several minutes later, Theo appeared, his eyes darting about a little nervously. He'd managed a change of clothing, and a quick dash of water over his face, but there was still a weariness over him from the trek over the mountains he couldn't shake.  He offered a small, weak smile to Levi.

"U-um.. do you mind if I um, grab some?" he asked Bianca, not sure if there was a waiting queue already set up.

"He's still asleep, I think, Levi." Ulric answered in Bianca's behalf. But just then Theo appeared around the corner and Ulric grinned to see him.

Thus, at long last, Ulric decided it was time to get pancakes himself, a moderate amount. He wasn't at all that hungry, but the syrup and butter looked appetizing. A little bit of pancake to go with his butter and syrup might go a long way. Who knows.

*****

Timothy looked around at Logan's peculiar wares. The room smelled woody and earthen. Logan had decorated it with things that couldn't be crafted in a shop - bones and antlers, and all the natural things that one finds in the woods. Timothy was not at all displeased.

Even as he looked around, however, Timothy kept his eyes open for that one thing he wanted.

"I'll bring you a plate," Bianca responded, smiling to see Theo. Almost everyone was here. Almost. But, she couldn't dwell on it. Today, she had decided, would be a good day. As long as the pack didn't start wielding pitchforks over who went to what cabin. In the end, she didn't care, as long as everyone had a proper room.

Two hot pancakes were set in front of Theo, and she set to work cleaning Jackie's hair, before finally making a stack of pancakes for herself and eating them while leaning on a counter, where she could observe the others from a distance, and bring them things as they needed them.

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".. I lost the flute." she sighed. "I had tried to make one like it, some time ago, but it is not the same shape." she took a piece out of a drawer - where of course, few clothes were kept. This one was shaped like a howling wolf, with a stem and a wolf's head at the end. "It does not make the same sound. I do not know how to make these things, so they work."

She offered it for Timothy to look over. "You may have it, but it is not the same. Maybe someone here can make it better."

Lost. Of course it was. Logan couldn't even hold on to what was most precious to her, let alone some strange piece of wood. Timothy looked at her offering and took it. It wasn't a masterly crafted instrument like the other. It was a stick with a few holes in it. Timothy put his fingers over the holes, all except the one finger he lacked, and blew into the flute to see if it would make any sound at all.

The crude instrument made a hallow, quiet howl. Logan looked on. She didn’t want to give away the flute, but she needed an offering.

Timothy wasn’t pleased. “If you do not like it, never mind. Anyway. Take something if you want. I do not care.”

She left the room of odd carvings and half finished crafts, and began towards the stairs.

Timothy played three notes on the flute and then returned it.

"Where did you lose it?" He said, following Logan from the room.

Jackie loitered in the hallway, watching as the two passed. She raised an eyebrow, perhaps amused by the happenings or else simply acknowledgement. Yet she did not voice a word as they passed.

Sabrina steeped her tea without further conversation. She was as she ever had been: present, but separate. Aware, painfully aware, of every breath, heartbeat, and twitch, but somehow detached from the words that shaped the breath, the emotions of the beating hearts, the significance of the twitch that became a smile on Ulric's face that lit up the room otherwise. She may just as well have been an android... or a predator in the room who did not miss a beat, yet empathized with none of it. And it didn't bother her at all.

A little disgusted, Levi turned his attention away from her. Back on the human beings in the room. Theo, especially. Misery likes company. He felt bad for Theo--he looked about the way he felt himself. But he was glad he wasn't the only one who looked like something the cat dragged in.

He'd inhaled the pancakes Bianca offered him already, and was still so hungry. A familiar, friendly, and bedraggled face entering the room encouraged him to finally take a place properly at the table, where he helped himself to some more pancakes. "Ahhh, there ye be!" he chirped cheerfully, gesturing to a nearby chair for Theo to sit down. "I'da worried when I dinae see ya this fine wee mornin'. Wha's the craic? Sleep well?"

Theo had timidly taken a seat and starred at the stack of pancakes Bianca thrust before him. He looked almost like a loose mountaineer tackling Mount Everest by the look of his eyes - but no, that was simply a kind of reservation that had taken him over.  When  he took the first bite, his entire body caved in from famished relief.

"I uh- craic? - um.. slept well, I'm uhm.. sorry, didn't mean to make you.. um.. worry.." Theo's eyes were faintly downcast, "Sorry, guess I just needed to sleep in... did I miss anything important?"

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