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Post by Ivan Strauss on Jan 9, 2013 16:36:42 GMT -7
The skies were dark overhead, the stars covered by the light pollution that filtered up from the alleyways and streets of this part of town. The bodies were bustling around one another, even though the foot traffic had slimmed down a bit since night had fallen. A smirk crossed my lips as I leaned against the wall, watching all the people that passed me by. It was rather amusing, when you think about it. The second the sun gives way to the night the city is ours. Mostly. Of course you get your stragglers and those that are not fearful, but for the most part the humans scurried to their homes to sleep behind locked doors. My nostrils flared, a cool breeze washing over me. It beat against the leather jacket I had thrown on, zipped up and a comfortable weight. Murmurs of two Chinese ladies bickering nearby, the sound of the shoes pounding on the pavement ringing in my ears as I honed in on each and every sound I could disembody from the rest of the cacophony of noises. The night was young yet and I was here for something. It was simply a waiting game at this point. I slipped a hand into the jacket pocket, withdrawing the pack of Camels and the zippo buried beneath it. With an inward sigh I pushed off the wall, tall frame weaving through the people that marched up and down the sidewalks, peering into the vendors and stands people had set up.
I slipped a cylinder between my lips, a smooth motion of my thumb flicking open the lighter and grinding across the flint to produce the thin, long flame. The tobacco sizzled, igniting as I exhaled the silvery smoke and took it from my mouth. Pocketing the lighter and Camels I stopped at a nearby vendor, brows knitting together when my eyes fell upon the lanterns and other trinkets they had set up. The short, black haired oriental was calling out things in broken English, head shifting back and forth as he tried to gain the attention of those that kept on walking. I had to admit that this was my favorite area to travel to when in the city. All the people around and the vague wolf or two that I bumped into. It was the perfect place to set up shop and people watch, so why not? Taking another drag I lifted a finger, tapping at the hanging paper lanterns. The man made an exasperated noise, pressing against the stand and glaring at me. ‘You break, you buy,’ he warned, eyes narrow as they watched me suspiciously. I offered him a small smirk but nothing more, hitting the cigarette and blowing a thin stream in his direction before tapping the lantern once more, only this time with certain finality. I moved away, a short-haired girl brushing across my back. Ah to be among them. It was a good thing I had eaten a good dinner already. Such a perfect hunting grounds as well. I was surprised at the lack of wolves in this area.
Brown tresses fell across my cheek, a hand rising nonchalantly to brush the cluster behind my ear, my leisure stroll bringing me further into the district. I stamped out the cigarette, slipping into the nearest alleyway with a cursory glance across the faces. It was only seconds when I rounded the corner that the person I was waiting for rushed forward. His skinny legs and straggly arms were moving quickly. My nostrils flared, eyes watching him steadily as he approached. “’Bout time, man. Thought you flaked or something,” I said, eying him as he came to stand in front of me. ‘No, no, had to shake some tail, was all. Now give me the stuff,’ he replied quickly, brown eyes rolling up to meet my gaze as I grabbed the jacket’s zipper and pulled it down, eyes never leaving his as I groped around in one of the inner pockets. He fumbled with his own pocket, slender digits grabbing the wad of cash and holding it up. His breath was coming out quickly in puffs of pale evaporation, nose red from the cold and sniffling. I grabbed the bundle in one hand, pulling out the bag with the other and tossing it to him silently. He inspected it, poking at the plastic before shoving it in his pocket and turning to walk away.
I lifted a brow when he hesitated, head tilted to the side to study me. “Is there a problem?” I inquired impatiently, eyes narrowing slightly. ‘You werewolves are some creepy bastards,’ he commented with a chuckle. I fixed him with a cold smile, leaning forward a bit. “And that’s why I trust everything is here, in my hand,” I replied coolly, waving the wad of cash before pocketing it, the jacket once more becoming zipped up. He gave a small nod and a twitchy smile before he was off. He was nameless to me and yet he was my best funder. As he disappeared around the corner I let out another sigh, head shaking as I turned my face to the skies, scanning the edge of the rooftop. I lifted my hands, grabbing at my hair and running fingers through it, pulling it back and scanning the brick wall so dull with age. A Dumpster sat off to the side, the fire exit of the building across the alley easy and quick access. I scrambled onto the trash bin, kneeling at the edge and eying the last rung of the ladder pinned up where it should be. People strolled by every now and again, never looking into the shadowed walkway, their heads down or staring straight ahead as if they were afraid to look down here. I could smell it on them, and I’ll be honest in saying it excites me. I leaped forward, snatching at the ladder and hoisting myself upwards, onto the metal landing so I could make my way up the steps to the rooftops.
Booted feet hit heavily upon the cement, eyes roaming the skies that seemed darker up here. I strolled to the edge, leaning over to watch a group of friends heading into a restaurant, some lady handing out samplers on the way. I took a seat, legs dangling over the edge and hands propping me up as I leaned back, studying the passerbys. I wonder which one would scream the loudest, which one would cry the most. I wonder which one would bleed the most, plea the most. I tilted my head to one side, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. Which one, which one…
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Post by kaisa grünewald on Jan 29, 2013 7:00:47 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 312px; height:500px; background-image:url(http://i50.tinypic.com/rw8582.jpg)] The city was terrifying, so Kiasa put on a brave face for show, but none of the people were looking at her. None of the people, this millions and billions, the infinite amount of people, were looking at anything. Kaisa thought that that was poor form, for living things. You couldn't survive in the wild without looking at anything. You'd get eaten, or else starve. So this small, severe looking girl couldn't help but feel a little bit superior. Until she thought about how she probably couldn't survive in their world either. Then she just felt out of place.
She had come to the city to buy some new clothing, but every store she looked in down here wanted many times her total budget for half of a sock. She was in the wrong place. She had money for department store clothes, not these gleaming galleries of the latest vogue. Kaisa was bad at cities- out of practice, more like: she didn't know how to find the right places. So after a couple of forays into costly, fancy boutiques , she gave up and let the swelling tide of people carry her along.
Once rush hour faded and night-time crept in on carrion-bird wings, the crush of humanity, of sweat and cologne and stress and smoke, began to loosen, and Kaisa found herself stranded on a glowing street under a flat, starless night sky.
She was off the main drag, but even here, the buildings here were enormous. The city closest to her old home in the hills of Washington, Wenatchee, hadn't had any tall buildings like these. Kaisa couldn't keep her dark eyes off of them. In a current of faces tipped down to the asphalt, hers tilted to the heavens and the glass-and-steel towers that hid them, caught the yellowy street lamp light and the failing light of today's twilight, pale and clear.
So it was natural that she, above all the others down on the street, would see the figure perched on the edge of the brick apartment block, looking down. She was distracted by a stall full of pretty plastic nicknacks: waving gold cats and bright red lanterns. She stopped to peer in among them, and the man on the other side of the stall frowned at her. "Closing now, you buy something or just looking?" he asked sternly through his thick eastern asian accent. Kaisa blinked and backed away. The stall owner began to gather up his merchandise and button up the stall. Kaisa turned back to her target, that shadowman dangling his toes into to the car fumes like he was sitting on a river bank, watching fish go by. Fish he intended to catch.
The girl was moving closer, trying to get a better look at his face, when skinny guy with a red, cold-burned nose and a skittish look about him slammed into her full on, knocking her backwards and stalking away without even a mumbled apology. Kaisa curled her lip at his retreating figure, and then looked back to the rooftop man, half expecting him to have vanished.
He hadn't- there he sat, lit from below with only night-time at his back. He had a leather coat and a cigarette in his mouth, and looked angry and sharp, as if, if you tried to touch him, you'd cut your fingers. Shadowy eyes flicked from form to form below, hungry-like. Kaisa shuddered. Probably she should have walked away, left this strange stranger and gone back home, but curiosity stuck her feet to the pavement and mustered ver voice up from her throat.
"You fixin' to jump, or something?" she called up. The people around her stopped and looked at her, looked up to where she was looking, then looked away and carried on.
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Post by Ivan Strauss on Feb 4, 2013 12:02:04 GMT -7
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height:533px; background-image:url(http://i45.tinypic.com/35d6mbb.jpg)] My legs swung freely, heels tapping gently against the smooth concrete of the building. I let out a deep sigh, chest rising and falling languidly as I pressed my lips together, nostrils flaring and blue eyes scanning the faces that walked mechanically. They all moved like robots, programmed for repetition and destined to follow the same pattern over and over again. Everyone fell into a routine, a path they take and they never seem to wander from it. Change was a blasted thing to these humans, whereas I, myself, lived for change. Nothing could be the same, and nothing could ever continue along the same path with me. No, if that happened I would go insane. Just sitting here watching them all march to and fro was beginning to give me a headache. I snorted softly, one hand slipping up to fall across my stomach. The leather was cool to the touch, the wintry breeze washing across it and tangling in my tresses. I swept the strands back, booted feet still tapping the edge absentmindedly.
I strongly considered simply changing in the midst of these people. The thought brought a small, devious smirk to my mouth the more I pondered it. It wouldn’t be the first time that much was for sure. And even though they stamped our names down onto lists and tried to keep track of us they were doing a piss poor job of it. Nobody had identified my wolf yet and I didn’t really expect them to. They were dull creatures for sure. I looked over, through the peering faces and bustling bodies and watched as two younger people weaved their way through it all. They picked their footing carefully, managing swift movements around everyone and I turned my face up a little towards the night skies polluted with light. My nostrils flared though I couldn’t pick up whoever they were. Well, wherever they belonged they better find some other place to go. This was my turf, at least for the time being. I wasn’t done here yet. Before I could lift myself from where I was sitting and relay that lovely message to them they had slipped into an alley nearby and the different energy they gave dissipated. I lifted a leg, propping it up and leaning my arm on it, the other hand still pressed flat against the rooftop. Man was I getting bored. I almost got up to part ways with the city and go into the trees when a voice floated up from below.
‘You fixin’ to jump or something?’
My gaze flicked down, honing in on the source as several faces bathed in the pallid, orange glow of the different streetlamps surrounded her and looked up at me out of simple instinct rather than curiosity. There was a noise and there was movement and like any prey animal they were assessing the situation. Oh, but there was always the fact that humans just were not simply in tune with the animal inside of them. Dark brows accentuated a pale face rounded into a thinner facial structure, equally as dark eyes peering up at me with a spark of curiosity all of her own. "No, that would be too easy," I replied, eliciting even more looks as the people thinned out around the younger woman as if something was about to happen. What a shame I hadn’t even noticed her approach. I studied her a moment longer before spinning around, feet planted and pushing me up with one fluid motion. I paced to the edge, slipping back down upon the rickety metal stairs and maneuvering my way down the way I had gotten up.
Around the corner I went, long digits finding the zipper of the jacket and peeling it down as I moved to the front of the building, nudging past a couple people chatting it up who cursed in response and shuffled off, grumbling to each other in distaste. As I neared her I could smell her, the stench of Lucanter one I had grown quite accustom to over the years. Oh yes, of course everyone knew of that pack. "Lucanter, Lucanter," I said with a smirk that seemed to curl my lip is disdain. Always the pests they were, or half out of their head with ideals of purity or some shit like that. Her eyes were dark and piercing, mysterious and just as ominous as her blank face. She looked young, for the most part, and so I kept to myself, leaning against the locked door and letting my arms cross. "Seems like you lot keep getting more and more into the city. I thought you were the tree dwellers," I commented, lip twitching in amusement as my wrist twisted, index finger prodding the ring on the finger next to it, rotating it nonchalantly as I sized her up.
"Speechy speech."
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Post by kaisa grünewald on Feb 5, 2013 1:19:11 GMT -7
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Those eyes, shadowed by a straight brow, flicked down at her, and eye contact made a hum of electricity spark in the air. Connection between creatures of the same species. Humans nearby stopped talking and looked, tensing. Proof that, despite these walls of stone and concrete, they were still animals after all, prey in the presence of predators. Kaisa licked her lips with a spark of nerves. She hadn't realized that this rooftop watcher was a wolf like her. If she had, she would have kept walking. None of these people around her could hurt her, not the biggest or burliest men. She, a skinny little thing that wasn't even full grown, could overpower them easily in her feral form. But this shadow was a wolf, a city wolf. City wolves were dangerous things, trouble makers and thieves. But Kaisa was in this up to her neck now, and wishing wouldn't erase the attention she had just drawn to herself.
"No, that would be too easy," the man replied, before standing and turning away. Kaisa stared. What was that supposed to mean? It sounded harsh. There was a soft moment, and then the man stood with the fluidity of movement that only a wolf could achieve. He vanished for a moment. Kaisa waited. Her curiosity was curdling. She almost wanted to vanish back into the crowd, to flee like a human girl in the night. But the man reappeared out of alleyway gloom before she could properly entertain the idea.
The electric fuzz in the air between them magnified now that they were on the same level. The stranger sneered. "Lucanter, Lucanter," he chided with a curling lip. The humans around balked and began to scuffle away. He was tall and muscular and seemed to drink up light like a sponge. Kalecto, she wanted to reply, but she wasn't sure he was. She'd never met a city wolf before. For all she knew, he was a loner. How embarrassing would that be. She also could have corrected him- she wasn't a real Lucanter wolf. Just a sort of satilite loner that they cared too little about to chase off. She had Lucanter friends... But she felt more comfortable with this dark stranger thinking that she had a pack that would come after him if there was any trouble. So she kept quiet.
He didn't leave the silence sitting there for long.
"Seems like you lot keep getting more and more into the city. I thought you were the tree dwellers." Not friendly words. But that didn't mean that this had to be an unfriendly encounter. Kaisa mirrored him, crossing her arms and bracing her legs.
"Sure," she replied blithely. "But this is just another kind of forest." She flicked her head up at the skyscrapers scattered around them. "Different kind of trees-" she looked 'round at the wary, milling humans behind them- "and different kind of rabbits." The girl extended her hand outward toward the wolf, at once beckoning him out of the shade and offering truce. "I'm Kaisa." Steady, calm eyes and thumpety-thumping heart, she waited for a handshake or a snarl. The bolder humans behind her waited too, pausing in the middle of their actions and conversations like a still frame from a movie to se Eiffel this encounter between two clearly different than themselves would end interestingly.
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