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Post by clarissa walker on Jan 6, 2013 16:22:15 GMT -7
Thoughts filled her mind but they were not of her own; not the thoughts of those around her clouded her mind. Though she was brand new to this town she could already feel their fear, they looked at her like she was a wild animal though did not know the half of it. She struck uncertainty in their minds with her unusual appearance; she was a curse that they did not know how to handle. Her eyes averted from everyone that she saw, not wanting to fear the fear or hate any longer. She did not want to hear their thoughts, no longer wanted to be able to reach into their mind. She wanted it to stop, wanted it all to just go away. Her emotions heightened, spiraling out of control as she walked faster. The albino had to get away, move faster and get away from all the thoughts and feelings that were being projected into her mind. The girl did not know where she was going, she was just moving through the people, moving from alley to building. She did not realize she was outside of town until the thoughts began to sparse out, she could hear her own voice again. Pale red eyes looked up from her snow dusted boots, she was lost. A familiar feeling of fear settled into her bones as she moved her arms across her chest as if to hide that she was shaking of uncertainty than from the chilled air. Her eyes darted slowly beneath thick white lashes as she tried to remember where she was, how she had gotten to this residential area. She thought to herself, murmuring words that would be inaudible to those that were just of the human variety. How did she get here, how was she so stupid to get lost in a place she had yet to figure out. Stupid Clarissa. She shook her head as she then looked up at the heavily gray sky, crystal flakes fell from the sky and landed softly on her face. Kissing her with gentle frozen droplets. No matter how lost she was, the place was truly beautiful in the winter.
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Post by Ivan Strauss on Jan 7, 2013 9:06:46 GMT -7
Ah, suburbia. I lived in a cheap apartment on the edges of town. It was a cozy, quaint little thing and I only went back to tend to my dogs. Cookie cutter houses, the picket fence and the dog that endlessly barked while the kid ran around the backyard were not really something I sought. No, no, this life was not for me. Of course, that did not stop me from frequenting the area. As out of place as I was, it was nice to walk through here. It was the cleaner part of this area, most definitely. My nostrils flared, eyes flicking between the houses. A wolf in one, a human in the other. Sometimes, if you were lucky, you could find a wolf and a human in one of these. The skies were gray, light, a drizzle of flakes falling across me as I walked, each step slow and calculated as I scoped out the houses. You would be surprised at how confident these people were in their justice system that some of these didn’t even activate their alarms. Bah, they were all prey and they knew it, they just have a harder time accepting that than we do. A large mutt rushed to the edge of their yard, barking at me loudly. There was a hint of a growl in there, and I stopped moving, watching as it tried to get past the invisible fence only to be shocked back with a noise, eyes watching me fiercely.
“Well what a dangerous little guy we have here,” I cooed, leaning over a bit to get a little closer. He growled, and I saw a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye. The owner was pushing aside his curtain, gazing out at me with an annoyed look. I straightened, brushing hair from my face and moving along. Sometimes you just can’t catch a break around here. Some pale, skinny woman was walking on the opposite side of the street, clutching at herself as she moved, her head down and eyes watchful. I ignored her, eyes narrowing as I honed in on a house at the bend of the street, their windows dark and lacking a fence for their back yard. Oh, what do we have here? You know, it was hard to actually get anything done when people had your name and face in their database. I had never been arrested before in my life but they still knew me like some common criminal. I clicked my tongue, glancing around at the nearly barren street. It was a rather dull and drab day to be out. For these types of people anyway. A breeze washed over me, caressing my face with cool fingers and giving me the faint scent of blood and wolf. I turned on my heel, the retreating form of the pale woman stopping, her head turning to the heavens.
I started after her, casting a glance over my shoulder at the house, marking it for another time. I didn’t bother hiding my heavy steps, the boots a necessary evil. They were the best to run in and effective on any terrain when in human form so why not? My leather jacket was open to a black shirt, casual faded jeans completing the simple attire. What can I say? It was just easier this way. She seemed casual herself, letting the snow fall across her as she simply stood there. The heels she was wearing spiked her height, so I couldn’t really size her up for what it was worth. She was petite, looking frail, even. “Having troubles?” I called out as I approached, letting my eyes roam her body and not really caring about being modest. “You look, [/color]” I started, brow rising as my gaze fell across her hip, flecks of blood seeming to seep out gently, “ lost.[/color]” Oh, and a wounded one. Well, this was just getting better and better. Her skin was ungodly pale and I doubted if that was from the cold. I found my pockets again, hands slipping into them nonchalantly, fingers playing with the lighter in the depths. [/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by clarissa walker on Jan 7, 2013 20:15:26 GMT -7
It was truly beautiful, the colorless snow coated everything. From houses to yards, streets to the little white picket fences that every yard seemed to have. Snow always made things look like they were glistening, like a little girl doused the ground with glitter. The thought made her smile; in her feral form she was always given the nickname snow. She guessed it was a complement; after all it was her brother who gave her the nickname in the first place. Reality escaped her for a few moments as she stood there, thinking of how she ended up here but did not last too long. Thoughts crept into her mind, ones that were not her own. They were of a man’s, and the feeling of annoyance slithered through her skin. what is he going, leave! they were filled with hatred, in an instant she heard the word wolf float in her brain. The thought made her eyes shift from the glitter falling sky, she tried to get the man’s thoughts out of her head but then someone else’s seemed to creep closer. Curiosity filled her senses before she heard his voice; his scent caught her off guard. Startled her even, he was someone like her. He asked her if she was having troubles, as if to warn her that he was coming closer. Albino eyes moved to his face, watching him let his eyes wander over her body. Clarissa could not understand why he would ask that, and then his questions came. Was it that obvious for her to look so lost, well she guessed she looked very different from anyone else? She had not been in Waymoor for more than a few days, a shy smile played on her lips but a slight wince filled her features for a second. Her hand when instinctively went her injury, feeling the wetness and she would not help but reel surprised. It had already seeped through her thick bandage, damn him. Oh um.. I-I.. Her voice stuttered out, but she tried again. I.. guess I am.. I-I am new here.. Her voice was shy, that was obvious but it has a soft bell tone to it. Who was this man, and why did he seem so interested in helping her? Was he going to help her? She could not help but want to ask these questions, after all she lived a sheltered life with her brother and now she was on her own. For the first time.
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Post by Ivan Strauss on Jan 8, 2013 4:44:28 GMT -7
Fear was radiating from her petite form in waves. It washed against me, a sickly sweet stench that blended with the faint accents of blood. I eyed her, amusement passing across my face as she stood in her own little world. She was deep in thought, letting her mind wander and for a little moment my patience was beginning to ebb. I had been in this city, in this part of land, for quite some time now and you know it never made it any better, really. Sometimes you just run into all the wrong people. Curiosity was a killer, as they say. Or however that saying went. Oh here I was, letting my mind wander. I had half the itch to simply just wave her away and be on my own way but I didn’t really have anything else to do. Nothing overly important, that is. Her face dropped from the skies, coming level with mine as I peered upon her, brow still raised and face tilted a little. She blinked, as if seeing me for the first time. “Oh good, for a second there I was beginning to believe the lights were on but nobody was there, [/color]” I murmured, grinning as I took the lighter and nearly empty pack of cigarettes from my pocket. I popped one into my mouth, not bothering to ask how she stood with smoking. Most people gave a shit but I really didn’t so why bother? Her pale pink eyes were darker in the pale light of the wintry day, the sun not gracing us with its presence and casting soft shadows across us. She was like a frightened rabbit almost, the way she looked about nervously, fixing me with a shy smile. My face relaxed as I once again took the time to study her body, eyes narrowing against the smoke that filtered into my face when I inhaled, the pale blue tendrils whisking across my cheek bones. Her body seemed to twist, hip jutting out as a pained wince caused her smile to waver, fingers trailing to the wound. She prodded it lightly, eyes becoming distant yet again as she let the surprise fly across her delicate features. ‘ Oh um… I-I..’ she struggled to get out. “ Well go on then, spit it out,[/color]” I said, the corner of my mouth twitching in the ghost of a smile as I enjoyed watching her struggle. ‘ I.. guess I am.. I-I am new here..’ she managed to drawl out, voice soft and tentative in the cloak of quiet that had fallen all around us. I moved toward her, a leisure pace bringing me in front of her so I had to tilt my chin to look at her eyes. I took another drag, teeth clenched together as I let the smoke roll down my throat, exhaling through flared nostrils as I hunkered toward her, broad shoulders bunching as I took in a deep breath. Cold air stung my nose, but that was not the only thing that came to me. The fear, the blood, the lack of pack stench. Well, well, someone who didn’t belong. Or perhaps, as it was she said, she was simply new and looking for a place. I moved beside her, shoulder brushing her as I passed, moving in a tight circle around her before coming to stand once more in front of her. I spread my arms, fingers outstretched as I fixed her with a sly smirk. “ Well, welcome to Waymoor… whoever you are,[/color]” I commented boldly, cylinder bobbing between my lips with each word before I withdrew it, finishing it with small puffs before stamping it out with a heavy boot. “ You might want to get that checked out, girl. Some wolves around here aren’t so… resistant,[/color]” I lowered my voice with a chuckle, eyeing the wounded hip though it did not show much unless you were really looking. Pale blue eyes flashed, a devious spark igniting within them as they moved back to her peculiar ones. White lashes accentuated the pale pallor she held. She was an oddity and such a frail one at that. How easy it would be… But perhaps that would come later. I guess that would all depend on where this went. [/blockquote][/font] |
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Post by clarissa walker on Jan 9, 2013 19:09:45 GMT -7
He was sarcastic and seemed to not care for anyone but himself, for a second it caused her to smile at a memory of her now dead brother. Her mind wandered for a few seconds before jumping right back into reality, she needed to not let her guard down. Well, what litter guard she had. If it was not for her brother coddling her she would have more social skills, maybe she could have figured out how to handle a stranger than was now puffing out blue smoke into the chilled air. If it was not for her she would not have been so afraid of someone she did not know, in a town she was new to. She acted like a frightened puppy that had never been away from her mother more than two seconds, shaking her head she realized how truly pathetic she was in the stranger’s eyes. Albino eyes watched him warily as she tried to act friendly though she could not get past the wave of shyness that seemed to wash over her. What was she to do, her hand fell from her soiled bandage. Little help did her hand do to conceal such a potent scent; she was just a sitting duck if she did not get it looked at better. If only the girl would have had the gift of rapid healing, unlike others of her breed she was a slow healer. Though faster than humans she did not seem to have that speed recovery that her brother had, a down fall of her curse. He approached her and she could not help but tense up, her eyes watching him more closely. Though they held a soft gaze rather than a cornered beast that was waiting to spring an attack, she was just observing his movements. Her mind whispered a few emotions, though most just told her that he was controlled. His heat passed to her as his shoulder glanced the albino, his scent made her almost tilt her head in question. Where their packs in this place, what one did he belong to? Behind the smoky husk, she could tell that it was defiantly a pack scent but where did they stand? He stretched out his arms in a welcoming gesture, though his words were strange. Um.. m-my name is Clarissa.. Her voice stuttered out again in that bell like tone, shy as ever. Her eyes dropped to her snow covered boots, embarrassed from the fact she could not seem to speak right. She looked back up over her silver lashes before looking at him once more, watching as the pale smoke finally left the cylinder as he snuffed its life out on his shoe. She felt naked when he looked over her body, again landing on her wounded hip. I-I thought wr-wrapped it well enough.. A soft smile escaped her lips though she was worried by his words, squeaking out an ‘I know’. Her brother was not so resistant, wanting to end her life for ending their mother’s with her birth. A thought dawned on her as she asked a question she wanted to know the minute he approached her, What is your name?
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Post by Ivan Strauss on Jan 11, 2013 4:40:27 GMT -7
I cast a sweeping glance across the houses. A car passed here or there, weaving by unnoticed except for the gentle hum of the engines or soft protest from brakes beginning to go out. Nobody paid us any attention, though when I let my eyes wander some more, past the pale wolf, there was a man some houses down on his porch. I could feel his eyes upon us, and my chin lifted slightly, eyes narrowing for a moment as I stared back and his head slowly shifted the other direction. I smirked, gaze flitting back to the blond woman. She was hugging herself; slender shoulders hunkered in upon themselves as if she was trying to make herself appear smaller. If that could even happen with one so dainty already, that is. She seemed to be trying to relax though was not proving to be too successful in that little endeavor. Her hand fell from her hip, arm falling to her side as she studied me. She did not seem to get out much at all, and if I, myself, wasn’t so damn curious I might have chosen a different direction for this little run in. Of course, there was always time for that, and I was certainly in no rush. So I simply stood, watching her pleasantly.
She tensed when I approached, muscles bunching beneath alabaster flesh as the heat of our bodies mingled with such close proximity. She honed in on me, finally seeming to come to the present completely. She was wary, cautious, though made no move to get away from me. Perhaps from fear or perhaps from apathy but either way resistance was not something I was exactly looking for. No, no, she seemed too docile, too out of it. Then again, I’ve met some people in my time so far that have had a trick or two up their sleeve. She did not move when I did, did not turn in a tight circle to match my arc around her as I stood before her once again. She blinked, head shifting back toward me as I spoke, tilting just ever so slightly before she absorbed my words and went into thought yet again. ‘Um.. m-my is Clarissa,’ she said, or stuttered rather, having all the troubles in the world trying to say the things she wanted to say. "Clarissa…" I said smoothly, rolling the name upon my tongue as I slipped hands into my jacket pockets. Her gaze dropped to her boots for a brief moment before rolling back up to me, the peculiar color hinting some kind of stigma. I had heard of albinos before but I had never really met one, the mutation a rather far and between sort of thing.
My words continued to sink in, absorbed as quickly as they came out though she was still having some trouble. I was beginning to wonder if she was perhaps… retarded or something. ‘I-I thought I wr-wrapped it well enough..’ her soft voice rolled forth, a smile dancing across her lips though it was faint and did not reach her eyes. She considered the veiled threat for a moment before saying something in a light whisper. It was a breath, a small one, and faint and barely audible. "You don’t seem to get out much, Clarissa," I commented, though it was rather obvious. I wondered how anyone could pull that off, being cut off from the world. Well, it was either that or she completely was in left field with social encounters. If that is what you could call this little encounter. ‘What is your name?’ she inquired, eyes searching mine. I fixed her with a small smirk, once again strolling toward her. "Oh, right. My name," I chimed, moving at a slow walk. "Ivan." I stopped beside her, moving around yet again and standing at her side, head turned to the side and gaze falling upon her deviously. I lifted an arm, draping it across her shoulders, ringed fingers hovering across her chest. "Let’s take a walk, shall we? These housing additions make me itch," I suggested with a twitch of an eyebrow, beginning to move.
The scent of the blood was closer now, but I did not really have a desire to indulge myself in that. I was not keen on the whole, eating your kin type of deal. The humans were a different matter entirely, and way more fun to hunt. Prey animals for sure, though it had been some time since I had given myself that guilty pleasure. "So how did you come across a wound like that?" I asked with mock curiosity, pulling her toward me slightly until her hip pressed to me gently. I tested some pressure, a cold smile crawling across my lips as I looked at her.
"Speaking"
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