Post by TC Beckwith on Oct 19, 2013 4:49:58 GMT -8
T C Beckwith: TC had left his bike along the road and hiked the rest of the way in toward the lake, one of many that dotted the Cascade Mountains. Not many would be up there, this time of year, only the more hardy of hunters and generally they made their forays as day trips, finding a motel along the road somewhere to spend the night before going out again the next day to hunt. TC didn't have that issue. He instead, stood with his hip resting against a large boulder near the lake shore, looking out over the water. He dragged a hand through his hair and glanced up at the star filled sky.
Theforgottenwolf: - It had been something of a search but it wasn't one he wasn't willing to do. Axle was used to being out in the middle of nowhere it was after all where he lived. How Avery had managed to stumble on him was beyond him but that was neither here nor there at the moment. He had long since adapted to walking, it’s what he did most of. The thick woods shielded him from the people who supposedly should have feared him, at least according to his sister. He was a monster who should live a life of solidarity. Something she was torturing herself with unnecessarily in his opinion. Regardless he knew what the right thing was to do...sort of...and he was working toward that. The scent likely wouldn't be familiar to him but the Ulfric would obviously be able to sense he wasn't alone. The stalk hadn't been overly difficult but he didn't think he was exactly trying to sneak up on him either. He had been seeking the man out for days. Axle's boots fell quietly moving up around the bend where the other wolf stood. He looked as scruffy as he had for the past few months. If nothing else he appeared he belonged out there in the middle of nowhere. He paused a little ways back and cleared his throat. Not his intention to sneak up on him obviously- d
T C Beckwith: TC had been aware of the approach. Couldn't not be, when he was downwind of anything but the lake. One hand dragged through his hair as he looked over his shoulder at the kid. "Well you look like you've been out on walkabout for more than a minute. Pull up a rock. Have a seat."
Theforgottenwolf: - He would take a deep breath and more forward. He didn't know the guy, or really anything about him. Just who he was. He would come around to face him. The dark flannel spanned across his shoulders, over a pair of ripped up black jeans- " Sure you could say that..." - he came and lowered himself down to sit. Careful gaze now never leaving T.C. call it a slight case of paranoia...and rightfully so- " I’m sure you weren’t expecting to be followed. Or even know who I am...but i've been looking for you" - His accent was thick, and his voice quiet. He was young but he had already exprianced more than anyone should have to in a lifetime- d
T C Beckwith: "With the moon full, I expect just about anything." Some got foolish, some just wanted answers, and others still needed guidance. "What can I do you out of?"
Theforgottenwolf: - He inhaled slowly and rolled his shoulders his head hanging slightly. There was always a certain amount of weight he carried with him. There would never be a time he didn't- " I am looking for a home" - he said again quietly. The truth of the matter was that Axle was young. He was in his early twenties and he had been without a memory for the last year only to retain the most horrific of it all at once.- " Its a tall order..." - his hands were fixed together in front of him- " I have a sister, she chooses to live as a rogue...I cannot live that life" - he looked up at T.C. then. The moon reflecting the green in his eyes- d
T C Beckwith: TC regarded him a long moment, and nodded. "Well, you're more than welcome. Just remember, pack comes first. With luck, your sister will come around. She's more than welcome to come see us, see that we aren't a bunch of douche bags." he smirked and offered his hand out. "TC."
Theforgottenwolf: - He smirked- " She's....well she is complicated I guess" - he would extend his hand after a momentary pause- " Axle" - there was a firm shake that was given and he chewed on his lip a second. The full disclosure had been his original intent but faced with it...well it fell a little short- " a pack is all I have" – d
T C Beckwith: "Most women are, son, most are." He grinned. "Not sure if the rest of the pack is gonna be showing up or not. Could be maybe, depending on what they got going, though we usually run together. Safety in numbers and all that."
Theforgottenwolf: - He nodded his hands rubbing together slowly and he looked down again- " Don't know much about that honestly" - and he didn't.- " Much of a threat out here?" - Curiously noting him and their surroundings. The only threat he had discovered since coming to Seattle was himself-d
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby would emerge quietly and slowly out from behind a nearby tree. She wasn't exactly what one would call skittish, just cautious. Rightfully so. But thanks to the pack and especially to TC... she was getting better. "Hi." she offered as she stepped out and around the tree. Abby was tall, thin, curvy, and sweet. Was unfortunately still having to deal with her own demons at times. PTSD was one... nightmares alone were another. "I'm Abby." she offered as she neared them both. Small hand with long slender digits offered to the guy before she was stepping back and letting an arm slip around TC's waist. Cuddling up next to him, under one of his arms. [d]
T C Beckwith: "Can be. Got assholes shooting wolves, because the wolves dare encroach on their land. Never mind the fact that assholes have been driving them out of their land for a couple hundred years now." Kind of like the Native Americans in that regard. When Abby slipped her arms around his waist, he laid his hand over hers and looked down at her, his expression unreadable, before he looked back at Axle. "Any questions you got, you just give a holler."
Theforgottenwolf: - Slow draw of eyes sideways to the female who emerged. Unfamiliar, then again they were all unfamiliar- "...hi" - he looked her over. He was young...hot blooded and male. Plus it was a full moon couldn't blame him. It however ended when she slipped next to T.C. and he accepted her hand for the briefest of shakes- " Axle...nice to meet you ma'am" - he would press to his feet. He wasn't small by any means but that was just good genes he supposed- “Of course. I really do appreciate it..." – d
Nocturnal Legacy: The glance up to TC had brows arching curiously as that stoic expression of his was held. Hmm.. yeah... she was going to have to try and behave for a little bit longer. Glance back to the new guy. Yeah, she could feel the weight of his stare. How he looked her up and down, and honestly, she was use to it. It wasn't creepy... just awkward. "Nice to meet you as well Axle. I'm Abigail. Most call me Abby though." she replied. Small smile forming and then going quiet as the males spoke. [d]
T C Beckwith: "Well, now that we got the pleasantries out of the way, we can run amok, within reason. No maiming of other wolves or people unless it's in self-defense and all that. " Yeah they really didn't have any hard fast rules.
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby wasn't shy and so once business was done, she was stripping down and off running. Of course, not to far ahead. She made sure to stay close by to the others. And once the run was done, she was putting clothes back on, near TC, stealing glances his way. Enjoying such a nice little view of him in his birthday suit. [d]
T C Beckwith: Hey at least it wasn't in need of pressing! Once all was said and done and they were clothed again, TC would give Axle directions to the cabin and bunkhouse if he needed a place to stay. It would be up to him if he wanted to crash there or not, but he was accepted, and therefore, family.
Nocturnal Legacy: Not in the least! She liked it... wrinkled or not. Once everything was said and done, she was moving in close to TC and wrapping arms about his waist, facing him and staring up. She was quiet for a long moment. "What do you say to.. us heading home and me giving you a back massage or a rub? You seem kind of tense... even now after the run." Yes. She had noticed. [d]
T C Beckwith: "Sounds good." he nodded and smiled, heading back down the trail toward the bike. Once there he started her up and waited for Abby to climb on.
Nocturnal Legacy: Abby nodded and smiled before she was climbing on the back of that bike. As always, arms encircled him and she held on firmly. Hands over lapping one another over his stomach. On the way home, chin or cheek was pressed to his back. She loved riding on his bike with him. [d]