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Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 12:05:08 GMT -8
Just thought I'd say hi even though it's overdue lol. I'm Eithne's player, sometimes called Bri or Irish-mun and have been around for 10+ years... I use the + sign because honestly I'm lucky to remember ten years xD Anyway, I'm 28 with three kiddos, two of which were diagnosed with Autism, and one is just 3 months. I'm also attending school to get my associates in the culinary arts. So, needless to say, role play for me can be fleeting lol. I'm just apologizing ahead of time if I have to unexpectedly poof in the middle of everything.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 21, 2013 5:12:01 GMT -8
Eithne walked through the little park located in Greenwood, Virginia which wasn't too far from a small musical arts college. She was surrounded by multitudes of people all enjoying the slowly dwindling last days of summer and with it the variety of music. It was frequent that students from the school would perform in the park sometimes earning some small cash on the side to which they used for who knew what. Eithne sure didn't know... but she wasn't there to solve insignificant mysteries. Keen hearing drew her close to her intended target - so to speak - Pachelbel Canon D - though played in an... interesting way. One would almost get a little bob in their step to the rhythm which was being played strictly on a string instrument of some sort, she wasn't too familiar with the plethora of instruments that were out in the world. Regardless, she soon came upon a large crowd that surrounded two musicians. One was playing a cello and the other a violin, though it was the violinist that held Eithne's attention. Thus she stood amongst the crowd in blue jeans with a black t-shirt and sneakers, arms crossing over her stomach while her head rocked softly side to side while listening. Everleigh was looking at her co-conspirator of this new way to enjoy the classical arts with a grin that could light up the sky. Perhaps the only awkward part of it was that her left eye didn't move with her right as she looked at her, but so many had gotten used to it that it wasn't as horrific to anyone anymore. The glass eye was pretty good for what it was, you honestly couldn't tell have the time until you noticed one eye watching while the other wasn't even looking in the same direction. Close to the end of the song, the cellist stopped playing the strings and gently rapped a beat on the wooden exterior of her instrument which Everleigh soon followed suit. She wore a colorful patchwork skirt of varying fabrics and a sky blue peasant top with a square neckline, a pair of beige crochet slippers donned her feet. It was when they returned to playing the strings again did she notice Eithne's familiar face in the crowd. The corners of her lips turned into a smile at the sight of her cousin. Her partner and her finished the song with a not-so-fancy flourish - which apparently was nice to the listeners that had gathered as there was a generous applause as the two took a bow. Leaving her partner to collect the tips, Everleigh darted through the crowd and practically launched herself at Eithne with a tight hug. "Eithne! Why didn't you tell me you were coming!?" She stumbled back a bit with the sudden attack, but hugged her cousin back with a laugh before letting go and stepping back to give her a look over. A protective arm went about her shoulders - even though the two were almost the same height - and Eithne began to lead the way for them to take a walk around. "Can't family surprise one another every once in a while?" She asked innocently before giving her another hug and dropping her arm to shove her hands into her pockets. "So... when are ya coming back?" Blink. "You guys miss me that much?" Everleigh asked, brow raising before giving a little shrug, carrying her bow and violin in one hand while the other moved to rest against her stomach. "Winter break is coming up, I was thinking of taking a train to Seattle to stay with you guys until school started again. Remember, I don't graduate for another couple of years so..." She had to get used to Eithne's overprotective nature... which had not been an issue before. Hell when they were younger, Eithne would often just ditch Everleigh, now it seemed like Eithne couldn't bare the thought of being separated from family. "You and the music of course." she replied with a smile, lifting a hand to ruffle her cousin's hair before it went back into the pocket. "By train during the Winter..." Eithne repeated, frowning a little at the thought, but deciding that was better than not coming at all. "Want to grab something to eat?" She asked, looking over at her. There was a reason why Everleigh knew nothing about Eithne... it was bad enough that Kian knew, but that wasn't something Eithne could change. If she could keep her cousin protected... or anyone else she'd yet discover from her family... then she strove to do so. As far as Everleigh knew, or so Eithne hoped, vampires and werewolves and other such fantasical creatures were just make believe. "No, I should get back. It was good to see you though Eithne, even if so short. I will make sure I write ahead to let you know when I will be coming. December fourteenth is the end of the quarter, so it will be around then." Everleigh said, giving Eithne a tight hug before letting go. "And don't worry, I'm not entirely defenseless." She added with a smile, a quick kiss to her cousin's cheek before she turned and hurried back to where her cellist friend had been waiting. Eithne stood still where she had been left, brown eyes watching her cousin before giving a half-hearted smile. "No, you aren't entirely defenseless..." She murmured to herself, hands slipping out of her pockets and arms crossing over her stomach. She turned around and began walking away... though having the distinct feeling that she was being followed. Though it was a familiar feeling so she wasn't shocked by it. "Just because you're protecting her does not mean we're friends again." Eithne said loudly, brown eye glancing off to the left to a grouping of trees... where she could have sworn she saw a pair of darker eyes looking back at her. Looking away, she whistled a little tune while walking through the park. Come nightfall, she wouldn't be in Greenwood any longer, but racing the long way back home.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2013 6:47:19 GMT -8
I remember Rhydin lol I started out, actually, on MSN as a dragon character then my parents introduced AOL into the house and that took over MSN. I started out in Medieval Tavern and they helped figure out rping lol. Then I bounced around Medieval Tavern, Vampire Lake, McKearney Pub, and other places in Rhydin. Then I made friends at Seacliff Tavern Inn and followed one into the Realm of Validon. From there I've just been all over the place I guess lol.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 7:19:41 GMT -8
(( Yes, I got bored, and this just looked like it'd be fun to answer as Eithne anyway lol ))
1. Who was the hottest teacher you ever had? Um... no.
2. Have you ever made out in a movie theater? No.
3. What body part do you wash first? Is there supposed to be an order?
Who comes up with these questions?
4. Do you hover over the toilet in public bathrooms? ....
5. What's the strangest talent you have? If I told you, then I'd have to kill you...
6. Do you have an innie or an outtie? ....
7. What's your favorite flavored Pringles? Finally a question worth answering... I can't choose just one...
8. Have you ever been tied up? Do you want to be? Yes... though not the way you all are thinking sick bastards.
9. What was the last thing you ever got grounded for? Um... gravity?
10. Do you parallel park or drive around the block? Parallel because I like to sit on the roof of my car and watch the idiots that circle muahahaha
11. Have you ever had two dates in one night? Define dates...
12. How many times have you been cussed out? I've lost count
13. Which shoe do you put on first? Are you OCD?
14. Have you ever been to a gay bar? Generally people in a bar are happy so...
15. Is there one thing all of your love interests have had in common? Yeah - they're nonexistent
16. Did you French kiss before you were 16? *refers to number fifteen*
17. Have you ever been cow-tipping or snipe-hunting? Hey, don't knock cow-tipping, it's not as easy as it looks
18. Who is the last person you usually think about before you fall asleep? It's usually not one person... more like several... but I have a feeling I'm getting the concept of this question wrong. So I will, again, refer to number fifteen.
19. Have you ever had a poem or a song written about you? Unlikely, though I like to think "Bad Reputation" is all me.
20. If you had to choose to not ever wash your bed sheets again or not wash your bath towel ever again, which would you rather not wash? ....
21. Have you ever found anything in your parents' bedroom that was questionable? No.
22. What was your childhood nickname? I had several, none I liked, so lets just pass this one up.
23. Have you ever peeked in the opposite sexes locker room? No.
24. What's the weirdest thing you have done while driving? Full moon... nuff said... it's sort of why I don't bother with a car much anymore even though I did get a new one.
25. Have you ever bitten your toenails? I don't think so?
26. How do you eat your Oreo? Cream first, then dipping in full glass of milk. Dammit now I want a bag... or two... maybe three?
27. When working out at the gym, do you wear a belt? Why?
28. Name something you do when you're alone that you wouldn't do in front of others: Lets not.
29. Do you have any strange phobias? People. People scare me.
30. What is the stupidest thing you've ever done at a bar? Drink straight from the tap.
31. Have you ever been dared to do something you totally regretted? I probably should say yes, but no... not really... but then again I don't get dared to do much usually.
32. Have you ever called your love interest by an ex's name? Again, look back at number fifteen.
What is this obsession with relationships?
33. Have you ever played naked Twister? No... but surprisingly sounds hilarious
34. Have you ever been drunk at work? No.
35. Have you ever found your date's/lover's brother or sister attractive? Again, number fifteen.
36. Do you want to bring sexy back? ....
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2014 5:33:04 GMT -8
Oh yeah, great...
Now, instead of a beastie, I can be the Abdominal Snowcreature...
Someone call the discovery channel, they'll have something better than Big Foot to hunt down.
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Post by Meghan Riley on Nov 18, 2014 10:15:59 GMT -8
Meghan will win the snowball fight. Again.
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Post by Alex Vipond on Nov 18, 2014 20:05:00 GMT -8
No worries, the moon is on the 6th. The event starts the 12th. Almost a whole week in between!
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2014 18:00:45 GMT -8
Why here?
Why not someplace warm like... Florida or Hawaii? Heck I'd even take Australia... I think.
I'd have more fun falling into a wave at a failed surfing attempt than I would turning into a runaway snowball for failing at skiing...
And lets not forget avalanches shall we? I ain't diggin' your ass out of the snow... I'd stand there and go "I told you so"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2014 15:00:03 GMT -8
Though mostly Nadia... xD
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Post by Meghan Riley on Dec 6, 2014 11:58:02 GMT -8
ROFL! Love it.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2015 8:13:03 GMT -8
The full moon of January having come and gone long ago, Eithne was back to her usual approachable self... that is if anyone was able to find her anymore. She had been more reclusive as of late since her beast got the better of her back in December, about the only one capable of summoning the elusive Irishwoman was Alex and that was mostly because he paid her so she felt obligated.
Today, however, she was out and about, dressed in jeans and longsleeve ribbed turtleneck and a black jacket. Hands tucked into her pockets as she strolled along - that is until catching a familiar lavendar scent which made her pause in midstep. It was faint, very faint, but it was enough to alert those senses and she went into track mode. Brown eyes looked one way then the other while following her nose, the scent growing stronger as she grew closer to the cafe. Soon enough, she was able to see the source through the window and she smirked, opening the door to the cafe and walking in.
"I thought I smelled a witch." Eithne greeted with that thick Irish accent, her voice low. Without waiting for an invitation, she plopped down in the bench seat across from Charley and sat with her back against the window, legs stretched out the length of the seat and crossed over the other with her arm casually draped over the back. When the waitress came, Eithne gave a smile to them before putting in for her usual bottle of whiskey. Her attention then shifted to Charley.
"Lessee... you're Els..." She started teasingly before correcting herself. "Charley right? The newbie employee?"
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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2015 6:19:46 GMT -8
An OId Wolf: The evening crept up on Seattle like a looming storm. The blanket of stars however was blinded out by the presence of hundreds of city lights and traffic moving from one point to another. Amidst all the hustle was a small coffee cafe situated at the corner of one street overlooking a nearby park. It was a quiet place and never served a lot of people at once. It had always been a favorite place of Lucas' because of that quiet. It meant that the servers there were more attentive than say a place that was more mainstream and busier. Here, he had a table he normally sat at, and a server who saw to his needs on the nights he came. They even had a hat rack for his hat near booth. Tonight proved to be no different than any other. He had a large cup of coffee steaming in front of him, and a small miniature pitcher of homemade creamer. He read a paper and sipped intermittently, showing no sign of an urgency to leave.
TheIrishWoIf: She knew this city like she knew the back of her own hand having exploited every proverbial nook and cranny when she didn't want to be found. Eithne had parked her mini motorhome at the park and made sure the strays that had decided to travel around with her were comfortable enough before locking it up and stepping out. She had dropped Dare off earlier and, not seeing any updated texts from her about meeting up for some food, she made her way toward any appetizing smell that meant good eating. Dressed in worn down blue jeans with her trademark sneakers and a white tank, Eithne opened the door to the small coffee place and headed inside. A hand lifted to brush over her bobbed hairdo while auburn eyes scanned the cafe. A familiarity struck her though and her attention shifted from food to find the source of it, but was interrupted when a server approached. It took a minute for her thoughts to shift back to why she was there and offered a cockeyed smile to the server. "Coffee will tide over til I can see what you have in way of food." Spoken in the usual thick Irish accent.
An OId Wolf: The paper was up in a typical way, but a corner was brought down when the sound of the bell at the door rang to announce a newcomer. It took only a moment for Mac to remember who she was, but he remained silent as he watched. She scanned and found him situated near the immediate left, far off corner where a window was stationed with a view of the park and its night lights. The corner of his mouth perked up slowly as she spoke to the server and he cleared the spot across from him so she could sit there if she chose to. Mac seemed completely untouched by time. His hair was a little longer and a bit more untamed. He had it combed back away from his face which showed the white highlights near his temples. A fresh peppering of stubble shadowed his square chin and defined jawline, and his charming smile seemed inviting. He wore something business casual, with a light colored green buttoned up long sleeve shirt and tie. His gun was situated in a shoulder harness, and a badge clipped to his belt on his hip. His slacks were sleek, pressed, and comfy looking with dark socks and shined loafers. Lifetimes of life had awarded Mac with the funds to dress very well, and he preferred the professional look over disheveled and feral.
TheIrishWoIf: Once the server had left, those auburn eyes returned to the familiar face and, seeing the cleared spot, she took it as an invitation. While he dressed the professional, Eithne was certainly more laid back taking comfort over style for the most part. Time may have been well for him, but for her... not so much. Between the full moon shifts and occasionally crossing the paths of other weres during that period... it was a wonder she was still alive really. Every month she returned to civilization usually beaten and battered, healed, and begin the vicious circle again. She was hoping by 'disappearing' from Seattle as she had, things would change – but she hadn't been able to test that out yet. "I heard you were in town. How've you been?"
An OId Wolf: "Busy, until now. You know how work can be." His charming smile remained as he regarded her now with the paper being folded between them and stored to the side. The server arrived with her coffee, and her very own creamer. He waited until the server was gone before speaking. "You appear to still be struggling. I can see it in your eyes." She had pretty eyes, but Mac had a penchant for finding pain behind them. Most people, to him, were as easy to read as a coloring book. He studied her for a bit longer, his gaze having neither weight or intent behind it. "Where are you staying these days?"
TheIrishWoIf: "Depends on the work." She said with a smirk before muttering a 'thank you' to the server. The creamers were ignored and she took a drink from the coffee before looking at the black liquid with a brow raised. "Needs whiskey..." She murmured then looked back across to Mac when he made his observation. "I'm starting to think I'm a glutton for punishment." She replied, sarcastically of course, slender fingers wrapping around her cup as a nod was given in the direction of the park. "I have an eighty-eight Coachmen Leprechaun sitting at the park. Basically a home on wheels. I was staying in this hole in the wall studio loft not too far from here when I worked security for Alex Vipond." She didn't know how long he had been in Seattle, but no one went a day in Seattle without finding out about Alex if they weren't fans of his already.
An OId Wolf: "I see. No pack associations, I presume?" Spoken low but loud enough for her to hear. The others in the shop paid no mind to them anyway. They were cleaning, and changing shifts. He took a sip of his own coffee and sighed. He agreed, sometimes, you just needed whiskey. -- When it came to Alex Vipond, of course Mac knew of him. They'd had a couple of conversations in the past, but nothing that encouraged a lasting friendship or hatred for one another. Mac nodded with understanding regardless though.
TheIrishWoIf: "Unless you call having a stray cat and dog for company as a pack, no." She replied, giving a shrug of her shoulders. "Alex and one of his friends, TC, talked to me about it after they had to use three tranquilizer shots on me in a club one night." Yeah... she killed an actual person in there, almost killed Alex's wife - now ex-wife - for getting in the way, and even turned on Alex before TC fired into her. "Though these aren't your typical small pets. The dog is huge... giant Alaskan Malamute I was told and the other a Savannah cat." In truth, she had begun to feel less connected to anything considered humanity. Preferring the outdoors to being cooped up inside... the company of animals to anyone else... a feeling of being disconnected had begun to settle on her and it disturbed her that she wasn't really as bothered by it as she thought she should be.
An OId Wolf: "It's a start," he said softly, with some amusement in the tone of his voice. He held his cup up for a refill then looked back at her. "I would offer to help you, but you have to want my help first. You know I'm not implying you need it either, it's just that I'm here now and so are you. Advantageous timing and all." He seemed to genuinely care for her, especially after all that she had been through. Time looked well on him, but he saw in her that she did not share those same omens. It made him want to reach out and help more.
TheIrishWoIf: You have to want my help first... at first those words almost stirred up a sense of rebellion that was crushed rather quickly, eyes looking from him to down at the coffee. After a moment, shoulders seemed to drop as though relenting. "I know." Eithne said finally, lifting up the cup and taking another drink. She would wait until the server refilled his cup before going on, leaning back in her seat with one arm resting at her side and the other lazily stretched out still holding onto the cup. "You've seen how bad it gets... and, after Kian..." Pausing a moment after bringing up her brother, wincing a bit as those still vivid images plagued her mind – the metallic scent of his blood still engraved into her memory. "After him, it's only gotten worse. I don't know what it was that you did, but I just can't trust that anyone else could replicate it." Referring to how he managed to, as she described it, tame the beast.
An OId Wolf: He nodded his head slowly, watching her lips as she spoke and studying her expressions. He had no way to detect the ounce of rebellion that surfaced from what he said earlier, but he was happy to see that she at least agreed with what he said, which was a start. When she finished, he allowed a small pause of silence between them. He used that moment to reach out and pat her hand. "Would you mind coming with me for the evening? I just need some air, and it'd be nice to be with a friend."
TheIrishWoIf: The pat to the hand pushed the gory thoughts away and she looked up at him for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, a walk sounds good." She replied with a half-smile given before standing. She downed the rest of her coffee like it was nothing more than a shot then reached into her back pocket for her wallet to pay for it. "So when you say you're here now, are you staying or is this temporary?" She asked, dropping a five and some change, figuring the server could keep what was left over as a tip.
An OId Wolf: He paid for his coffee, and finished it within a few moments after. "I'm here and staying." He clarified, glancing her way while he tucked his wallet back into place. The server dismissed both with a wave and parting thanks. Mac waved in return and made his way to the door which he held open for her. "I've been assigned back here, and have been given permission to remain for as long as I want. It's a welcomed change." He didn't mention that T.C. had already agreed to give him Ulfric by swearing fealty. Outside, the air was cool with a soft breeze that brought on a good chill. It was pleasant. "Why do you ask?"
TheIrishWoIf: Wallet was tucked back into her pocket, a nod given to the server, and walked outside when he opened the door. "Can you blame me?" She asked with a chuckle, turning to wait for him, hands being stuffed into her pockets. Not from the chill, it was nice out to her, but just habit. "Twice, you've found me and ended up leaving." She pointed out - not in an attempt to bring on a guilt trip, but mostly out of teasing.
An OId Wolf: "Not by choice, mind you. If I could have, I would have remained to help you. Unfortunately, the life of a Marshal is demanding." Well, up until now. He took no guilt from what she said, but chuckled now that she had brought light to it. They had arrived to where many vehicles were parked alongside the road. One of which was a four door SUV with tinted windows. When Mac produced keys, he pressed the button on the puck that made the SUV's lights flash twice to indicate the doors were unlocked. "I want to take you somewhere. Just for a little bit. We can come back afterward so you can go back to your pack." Emphasis on the word pack, which meant he was poking fun at her collection of pets.
TheIrishWoIf: She must've forgotten that part of his being a Marshal... "Touché." She agreed, looking around while they walked to his SUV. Leaning against it, she gave a light chuckle when he mentioned the strays. "Hey, for a pack they aren't very demanding. Just the basic necessities and they're happy. Besides, I found out the cat can swim..." As if swimming made the cat seem less feline-ish. "Really though, they'll be fine without me for awhile." Implying she made sure of that before she had even gone to the cafe.
An OId Wolf: "Okay, awesome." He pulled the door open to the passenger side and held it for her. "What have you been doing since last we saw each other?" He had a flash of memory return to him of their last meeting, when they had single handedly murdered a group of outlaws hell bent on killing her brother. They had succeeded unfortunately, but they would not live to haunt anyone else. If she got in, he closed the door behind her. The moment her door latched though, the driver side opened and he was stepping in to get situated and place the key in the ignition.
TheIrishWoIf: Yes, while the memory was a flash for him, she was plagued by it daily, nightly... "Nothing, really. I came back here and tried to return to some kind of normalcy, but I became more reclusive instead. Finally I just terminated my contract on the studio loft I was living in and bought the home on wheels. Pretty much went into a nomadic frame of mind and drove... I'd say this is my first time being back in a couple of months." And really, had Dare not of spooked her with a name from the past she probably wouldn't even be here now. "What about you?" Pause, then motioning toward his gun there. "Besides working."
An OId Wolf: "I was hunting down a wolf that had been terrorizing the southwestern side of the U.S. He was well above my age, and his power was something I have never seen before. Anyrate, long story short, we were able to stop him from getting into Mexico, but he had succumbed to madness." Silver nitrate rounds were the only way to bring down something that ancient, and even then that wasn't a sure bet. The thought of silver nitrate made Mac shiver. "We had to put him down. " They pulled out and had taken the highway to leave Seattle. They were going somewhere off the beaten path. "Eventually, I began dealing with the cartel a lot more, and well that was work. Aside from that, nothing. No packs or anything, really."
TheIrishWoIf: "What made him go mad?" She asked, frowning a bit. And anything with the word 'silver' in it made her leery even if it had nothing to do with that particular metal itself. She looked out the windshield – a feeling of déjà vu washing over her. She had just been on this highway not that long ago bringing Dare back and dropping her off. Irony never ceased to surprise her.
An OId Wolf: "Age. Too much time can wear on the mind. He had been a lone wolf for a long time, but I suspect it was his master who went crazy. Who knows for sure though." Mac took a road off to the right and stopped at a large gate. He pushed the button to lower his window and reached out to punch in a few numbers to open the gate. This place was similar in design to the manor that they had used to house Josh. This one was different in design though, and much more impressive. He drove the SUV up to the back though and turned the engine off. With the window still down, a cool breeze bursted in and brushed their faces lightly. It carried with it the scents of the wilderness. Even though they were in the dark, they could see well given their natural abilities. He spoke to her softly. "Up for a run?"
TheIrishWoIf: Eithne paid attention to the surroundings, moreso out of habit than anything else, then eyes focused ahead on the familiar manor. It wasn't familiar as in having seen it before, because she hadn't, but she did recall the one that Josh stayed in. Having visited regularly to check in on him while never fully committing anything. When he turned the engine off, feeling the breeze against her face, Eithne closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the scent carried on it. They opened when hearing his question about a run, head turning to look at him. "A real run?" She asked. "No holding back kind of run?"
An OId Wolf: "Yes. A real run. I can ease your shift." He opened his door which brought up the interior light. When he stepped out onto the grass, he closed the door and stretched. It was a subtle motion that saw to the removal of his belt, badge, tie, and harness. All of these items were set into the driver seat. Then he began to unbutton his shirt to revealed a scarred and tattooed chest with ancient emblems and designs from an age well beyond this one. Mac was not a very assuming person, but without a shirt on, there was a level of definition only possible to a werewolf. His scent became stronger as he stretched again, prepping himself for his own transformation.
TheIrishWoIf: "Ease my shift...?" She echoed, confused a moment, taking of the seat belt and climbing out when he did, closing the door. "You mean, shift on will?" He wanted her to shift while they went for a run? That was almost a little hard to understand. Inevitably, eyes went over the tattoos on his chest a momentary distraction which was pushed aside when his scent grew. Though she couldn't resist cracking a smile. "I think I'll keep my clothes on..." Yeah, she went there.
An OId Wolf: "These are expensive, which is why I remove mine." He said, chuckling. Turning his head at an angle, he popped the bones there, and unfastening his pants. When he pushed them down, his body immediately began to shift, and he pushed off the ground to go into the air at an unnatural height. When he landed, it was as a massive white wolf. His paws striking the ground made resounding thuds, and his eyes now glowed a vibrant color of green. He looked back at her perked ears and slowly padded over, tail wagging as he sniffed softly at the air.
TheIrishWoIf: Before she could respond, and watching him continue to undress before suddenly going from two-legged to the four-legged form. There was a brief flash of confusion before a feeling of nausea washed over her. Normally, she had a degree of control when shifting into the different forms - except for the aggressive ones - but having watched him and he deliberately padded over, she didn't that option to resist for some reason. Bones cracking preluded the shift, a small cry given, it'd been too long since she shifted into the four legged wolfie. Gritting her teeth, there was no magnificent bounding leap into the air, rather she'd taken to dropping on her hand and knees. Clothes ripped, flesh began to shed revealing an almost wet matted white fur underneath. What felt like forever really only took place in a span of a few minutes before her four legged self gradually rose, a little shaky at first. Eyes were still brown and blinked before giving a shake that ruffled her fur, which was white like his. Though she wasn't as large as he was, but she wasn't small either.
An OId Wolf: He stood over her, tail wagging, as she began to rise to all fours. Albeit shaky at first, she persevered. His tail wagging picked up in frequency as he stepped closer to her and lifted his head to howl. It was a deep and resounding tone that was so loud it rattled the windows of the SUV. When finally it had stopped, he looked back at her and began to trot into the woods. Like any 'run' their goal was to hunt and kill. Typically it was game, but some of the more feral wolves hunted humans. Tonight, who knew what it might be. The wilderness air carried with it all sorts of scents. Breaking into the treeline began the sport of the hunt, and he was sniffing everywhere.
TheIrishWoIf: Years ago, Eithne was almost always seen wandering in her four legged form - it was her preferred shift. Having been so long, it was almost overwhelming just how the scents wafted in the breeze. She followed a short distance behind him after his howl, gradually picking up the pace to keep up with him. However, her nose was just as active, if not more so, as his. As she became more sure of her footing - it was just like remembering how to ride a bike – she became a little more enthusiastic, bounding from one tree to the other and back. Her nose took in deep breaths from the air, dug a little into the ground - sneezing once or twice from something going up there.
An OId Wolf: Mac stopped at a small clearing where he saw a spot in the ground where something may have been laying. Coming closer, he picked up the scent of something, he wasn't quite sure. There was a hint of fish. He scratched the ground with his massive paws, stirring up the scents more and sniffing the dirt. He sneezed more than three times before finding what it was he needed. He moved further into the woods, speeding up with each sniff to the air. When he disappeared behind another tree line, something large came out toppling out of it. Mac had used his hind legs to kick the bear backward and through the berry bush. The bear hit the ground with a loud thud and growled before clambering back up. Mac jumped through the small hole made in the bush and began to circle his prey, showing his teeth and lowering his head. The bear stood up on hind legs, waving its massive claws about, but its head was eye level with Mac.
TheIrishWoIf: She followed along behind him, watching when he'd stopped to sniff the ground. Her head tilted to the side when he moved further and with a purpose. Leery, she trotted after him before the strange scent caught her attention and the bear came toppling out from the bushes. An animalistic growl ensued when seeing the bear stand on hind legs. Stalking forward, part of her was trying to wait - as she wasn't sure what to do next while the other half wanted to take a flying leap onto the bear's back.
An OId Wolf: Mac had intentionally taken the bear's attention, and was pivoting it so that the bear was strategically placed between the two wolves. He could just easily kill this bear, but it wasn't about a show of power. This was a game, a means for them to reconnect with their predator inside. They were not human anymore, they were wolves. The bear swung and hit Mac with a massive paw. Mac whimpered in pain and stumbled aside. When the bear swung again, the paw was intercepted and clamped over with powerful jaws that grinded into hair flesh that eventually snapped and broken. The bear gave out a loud growl of disapproval and tried to fight Mac off more vigorously. Mac backed up, the bear's arm still in his mouth. Growling he tugged backward, jerking his head from side to side like a dog might a chew toy.
TheIrishWoIf: When Mac made the first attack, she went with that second instinct and meandered back a few steps before running forward. While the bear was distracted in trying to free his arm, Eithne made a leap onto it's back as best as she could, though rather than latching onto the bear's 'neck' sharp fangs sank into its shoulder near enough to its neck and she hung on for dear life.
An OId Wolf: Mac released the arm to allow it to return to a dangle by the bear's side. Instinctively, the bear was now trying to reach back and free itself from Eithne's hold, which was when Mac aligned his body to the bear's and pounced. He took out the bear's weight bearing leg and Eithne brought it down by her weight and presence alone. The bear was now flat to the ground, fighting to get back up. Mac did not allow this to happen because he kept hold of the leg, fiercely ripping back and forth to dislodge joints and bones alike.
TheIrishWoIf: The bear down, and Mac disabling it's appendages, Eithne released his shoulder but immediately went for the neck, jaw clamping shut around it in attempt to suffocate it or break its neck - whatever came first. Her own claws would dig into the shoulders of the bear as she stood on top of it.
An OId Wolf: The bear fought until its neck broke. The death rattle followed before even its wheezing died off, then there was silence. Even in the entire forest, silence prevailed because the predators were out. When Mac pulled his teeth from the flesh, his jowls were stained red with blood. He licked them then raised his head to howl. Following that, he lowered his head and bit into the bear's leg, ripping it open to get at the meat.
TheIrishWoIf: Feeling the bones snap in her jaw and hearing the death rattle, Eithne released the limp neck and stepped off. She heard Mac's howl, though didn't join in, brown eyes looking the bear over as though partly expecting it to come back. The smell of blood, however, caught her attention and she looked the bear over while he dove into the meat. Looking at Mac then to the bear, even though the pit in her stomach was telling her she was starving, she huffed and walked a back a ways from the bear before taking up laying on the ground and watching instead.
An OId Wolf: Mac ate his fill, occasionally peering over the carcass toward her while chomping on whatever he was eating. When at last he finished, the big wolf came over and sat down, dragging with him an uneaten arm. With his snout, he nudged it over to her, and glanced up, licking his jowls as if to say, mmmmmm.
TheIrishWoIf: Eithne looked up at Mac with a 'you've got to me kidding me’ kind of look. She lifted her head, however, and took a sniff of the arm before a shake of her head was given.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2015 19:54:54 GMT -8
TheIrishWoIf: Eithne's mini motorhome was hard to miss outside the retro-style diner, the other two beasties settled inside after a long walk and being fed. The jukebox was jammin' away with some tune, it was pretty catchy. She was sitting in one of the booths by a window, making sure she had plenty of elbow room because as usual, she was starving and had ordered just about one of everything off the menu... like a little sampler plate... except bigger...? Though minus any hotdogs (that would just be weird) and salads. She was far from being one to enjoy rabbit food... though the occasional fruit was alright, mostly when she had a hankering for something sweet and juicy. Anyway! Per usual, she wore the worn jeans with sneakers and a black sleeveless shirt with a sort of v-cut neckline that laced up a bit.
An OId Wolf: The door gave a jingle when Mac stepped through it, but the sound was lost to the jamming jukebox that was rocking some Bob Seger song. Mac had noticed the mini-motorhome outside and thought he might find a familiar face. His hunch was correct. If Eithne saw him, he waved at her before approaching slowly towards her table. Mac was wearing black today; his slacks and long coat matched, but he wore a lighter color shirt underneath with a fancy tie. When he arrived at her table, he gently rapped against the top surface with two fingers and presented a charming smile before speaking. "May I sit with you?”
TheIrishWoIf: Eithne sensed his arrival before she saw him, though no one would of known it by looking at her - well, except for that brown eyes lifted from the plate of fries she'd been knocking out shortly after he'd walked in. Swallowing before using her soda as a chaser, she chuckled a bit and waved at the available bench across from her. "Sure. Hungry? My treat even."
Texan Charm: Once parked in the lot, she paused there. Looking at the diner's exterior a moment only to look at her phone. She didn't call anyone, figuring her family would find out soon that she was there. Climbing out, she walked into the diner, listening to the small jingle of the bell only to be overwhelmed by the song playing. She appeared to be about 20 or so. Tee-shirt, jeans, cowboy boots.. she didn't bother looking around, figuring she didn't know anyone. The scent of the diner filling her, realizing she was more hungry than she thought, Aria made her way to the bar at the diner. "Two Bacon Cheeseburgers with..." she flipped through the menu a moment to see what else she wanted.
An OId Wolf: "Thank you." He reached down to pluck at the pressed seam of his trousers before sitting, then adjusted his coat for comfort. His hat was taken off and placed to the side, out of the way. During that time, he listened to her proposal to eat, but slowly shook his head no to decline. "I've already eaten, however I will get a coffee." Mac paused after that statement as if he might add on, but his attention shifted to the door the moment a fresh scent filtered in from outside. He saw a young woman, maybe in her twenties come in. It was apparent that she wasn't meeting anyone, because she didn't bother looking around. Even though Mac turned his head back so he could look at Eithne, he couldn't help but hear Aria begin her order.-- "So I haven't seen you in a minute. What's been keeping you busy?"
TheIrishWoIf: Attention also had been drawn to the new arrival, purely out of habit since she'd spent so many years looking over her shoulder. She was almost inclined to- wait, two bacon cheeseburgers? That wasn't a request heard often... from an individual let alone another female - well, Eithne could put away four of those and then some. Gradually her attention swayed back to Mac and a brow lifted while a ketchup and mustard fry dangled between fingers. She couldn't help it... "If I'd of known you'd miss me that much..." Yes, she was poking fun a bit. "Sorry - I tend to be all over the place. Don't really have anything else better to do."
Texan Charm: Once she put in her order, she took a look around the retro-style diner. Listening to the music . She glanced momentarily at the couple at the booth. Then back to the waitress. A smile easily appearing but she didn't strike up a conversation. Instead she pulled out her phone to check it. Hesitating in calling out but she decided against it and put it away again. She figured they'd find her eventually.
An OId Wolf: "No need to apologize; it's more my fault for trying to keep track of everyone." He shifted in his seat for comfort; there was just something about the booth cushions that irritated Mac. "So about the other night, " he began, " and the bear. What was up with that?" His tone was about as playful as hers, but there was some sincerity behind the way he asked that question.
TheIrishWoIf: Fry popped in and she munched then chased with a soda – pretty much the pattern inbetween talking of course. Though as he brought up the 'run' from the other night, Eithne sat back against the bench seat and idly wiped fingers off on a napkin. Explanation was easy enough, but whether she really wanted to say it was another... "When you're on your own, you're sort of left to your own survival skills." She said slowly, shifting a bit uncomfortably. "I don't know what... it... does because I'm usually unconscious... but for the longest time, I didn't know how to hunt and, well, I was hungry a lot." A light shrug given. "I found a stream one day and just... improvised..." In other words, she went fishing... and with how easy it was to do, she just didn't bother with the other, more important survival skills. At least she could eat and drink and it wouldn't backfire on her usually.
Texan Charm: By the time she snapped out of her day-dream, her order of two bacon cheeseburgers and fries set down before her. Smile flashed, and she began to sort it a little. One of the sandwiches brought in closer.. fingers wrapping around the burger and brought up for a bite. Side-glancing back to the couple cause .. they were the only others there before watching said waitress. People watching inbetween bites.
An OId Wolf: "I understand. Unfortunately, you weren't brought up correctly. That's not your fault though, and it's certainly not a bad thing either. Contrary to popular belief, you can teach an old dog new tricks." He admitted while smiling.-- Outside, traffic was going on like it usually did. There was a light at the corner which aligned with the windows of the diner; so a flash of lights against the walls was not uncommon. It was why Mac didn't think anything of the black mini-van outside at the light. Little did they know, the sliding door had been opened, and two men sat on the floor of the vehicle facing out the door with automatic weapons. Without any sort of warning, they opened fire on the diner, hitting the vehicles outside and peppering the windows and interior. The waitress near Aria was hit in the side of the head, and when the round emerged from the otherside of her skull, Aria was lathered in a sweet smelling red mist. Mac was hit amidst the madness, but despite the initial surge of adrenaline, he kept surprisingly calm as he tried to drag Eithne to the floor with him as glass and other debris fell all around them.
TheIrishWoIf: His use of 'brought up' made her wrinkle her nose a bit. Now, this was definitely where one could see the difference in the way she was with Mac versus anyone else. Had TC or someone else spoke to her like that, she probably would have went off. It wasn't like she was born like she was, nor was she turned the traditional way. No no, the way Eithne was made was hardly heard of, least she hadn't heard of anyone else like her. However, with Mac? She was calm, though about to point out his mistake in using that word when the sound of gun shots hit her ears just seconds before the windows shattered. "Wh-" was about all that she got out before she was being pulled down to the floor - which wouldn't be hard. She wasn't about to just randomly stand up while bullets were flying, she wasn't that stupid. "Shit!"
Texan Charm: The flash of the lights caught her attention as she finished shoveling the last of the first burger into her mouth. Watching the play on the walls, admiring the decor. Eating.. Normal till the sound of the guns moments before the windows shattered. She didn't fall to the floor in time and saw the woman crumble out of sight. Blood covering her. She didn't think to check for wounds but instead cried out, "What the fuck...?!?!" a mental curse to her brothers and kin about coming here, and her for following. She didn't think to look to see what was going on - she just wanted to survive her first night there.
An OId Wolf: The door was kicked open after several moments passed. The diner was in disarray, with lights hanging by wires and flickering. The cook had been shot through the expo window and a grease fire was in its beginning stages, and spreading to the tickets attached to the window. For beings with enhanced hearing, gunshots were very disorienting and painful. For a human, the whip-crack noises bullets made were enough to leave ears ringing, but for a wolf, it was just paralyzing. Mac had shielded Eithne as best as he could, but he eventually rolled over to clutch his ears. It was the vibrations on the floor, and from the door kicking in that alerted Mac to the presence of someone else. He didn't hear what they were saying, but to those who could, "We have to make sure it's her; dead. Get your phone ready.." Heavy steps were creating the sounds of glass and other small bits of debris grind against the tile. Two men came into view, both were armed. The leading man was holding an automatic rifle and used it like he had been trained to. The other had his phone out, and a small pistol in his other hand. The rifleman pointed his weapon down at Aria, and had been about to end her life but his aim was suddenly altered and the rounds fired missed her. Instead, they sparked across the walls and back outside. The source of the problem had been Mac. He had grabbed the rifle and wrestled it to the side, ripping it free of its user. The leading man hit the ground after a glorious flip created from the disarm. The other man raised his pistol at Mac, but Mac had just.. vanished. "Wha--" His head was twisted from behind until the muffled sound of bones cracking replaced his voice. His body crumbled to the ground, releasing whatever he had been holding. Mac dropped the rifle and looked over the ladies. Then, more gunfire from outside!
TheIrishWoIf: Eithne coiled up on the floor, eyes closed tightly, while arms covered her ears from the sound of the bullets. She felt Mac roll away and dared to open at least one eye to see him clutching his ears. A low guttural growl sounded that wasn't quite her, least it didn't sound like it. Her heart was racing, meaning blood was rushing, and best believe adrenaline was rising... and while it wasn't the full moon yet, it certainly was dangerously close enough. When seeing a gun pointed at the other woman, Eithne almost came close to losing it had Mac not of intervened first. Deeming it was safe, for the most part, Eithne uncovered her ears and started to sit up. "You ok?" She asked, looking over at the woman. Staring down the barrel of a gun was not fun, she actually could sympathize... and would have if the gunfire hadn't started again. "Fuck this..." Eithne growled, this time she had every intention of getting up to charge at wherever those shots were coming from.
Texan Charm: She curled on the floor, hands clasped over her ears from the sound of the bullets ringing in her ears. Her heartbeat quickening, pulse becoming louder in her ears. She felt the footsteps on the floor approaching, the sound of debris intermingling. She lifted her head briefly to see what was happening only to see two sets of legs facing her. Glancing up further, she noticed the rifle. A growl escaping from deep within her. Before she could make any move the gun had been moved, shot towards the wall and the man down to the floor. She took that opportunity to move away from her spot but not towards the other woman. She didn't want anyone else dying for her if she could help it. Instead she scooted closer towards the pistol the second man had been holding, and his phone if she saw it in a glance. Gun let go though, and she reached up to tug the stranger who saved her down out of the line of fire. Large men made large targets.
An OId Wolf: Mac was pulled down just as Eithne made her decision to go after them, but a canister bounced inside, and immediately went off. A blinding light and incomprehensibly loud bang went off, disorienting everyone! -- When at last the sounds around them began to filter back in, Mac was shielding Aria, but his ears were bleeding. Outside, the sounds of tires squealing sounded, and the wailing of sirens as law enforcement was drawing closer. Mac tumbled off of Aria to lay beside her. "I should've bought you dinner first.." He admitted, chuckling more to himself.
TheIrishWoIf: In the mere partial second before the canister hit the floor, Eithne saw it and it was like slow motion as she skidded to a stop and did an instant drop and roll maneuver to get under a table just as the blinding light flashed and loud bang sounded. Disoriented wasn't even the word for it. Eithne lay under the table a moment, eyes blinking slowly as they were blinded by flashing spots. She heard the squealing tires and anger coursed through her. She crawled out from under the table, entirely adrenaline fed as she managed to stumbled her way toward the door of the diner and look out - though there was no way she'd see the van taking off let alone which way it went. Sirens or no, she took up a lean in the door frame, glancing back to Mac and the other woman before suddenly a realization hit her. "Fuck!" She cried out, pushing off the door frame and scrambling toward her - likely shot up? – mini motor home. Yeah, she had a dog and cat in there that needed checking on!
Texan Charm: She hadn't meant to have him land on her but with the with bright light, and the loud bang she didn't even think about it. She let go of him almost immediately, falling back to the floor with a thud. Out for a moment she didn't hear the approaching sirens of the cars and ambulances, etc. She groaned as she tried to move but but groaned out again and decided staying put was beneficial at the moment. "Sore..." which was probably an understatement. She hadn't thought of her health but, "fuck... I hate this city."
An OId Wolf: Mac adjusted his tie and sat up. His hair was disheveled and he was bleeding from the side. Aches and pains began to filter in now too, so when it came to getting up; it was an ordeal. He lingered near Aria long enough to see how she was doing. "Me too, " Mac agreed, his grin going lopsided as he slowly turned to follow Eithne out the door. He didn't get very close to her because he decided that now was one of those times she needed a little space. The police had just arrived though, and behind them was an ambulance. After awhile of talking with them, he found out the waitress was only 15. She had sustained a head shot and died instantly. She was an honor roll student, and she worked to help her mom pay the bills. "Such a waste.." He said, releasing the body bag opening so that the coroner could zip it closed.
TheIrishWoIf: She had her own fair share of pains, none of which she bothered to acknowledge until after throwing that door open and looking around frantic - only to see that the pets had taken refuge. The cat underneath one of the driver seats while the massive dog had squeezed himself between the dash and passenger seat. Her hand released the handle of the door and she more or less collasped inside. Though if one of those EMTs came over to 'help' she would snap off at them to leave her alone. Once feeling able, she slowly stood up and leaned against the passenger door, brown eyes shifting to look at Mac. "That was no ordinary drive by. Who the hell did you piss off?"
Texan Charm: She didn't want to think about it. With all the stray bullets that peppered the place, she would be surprised some if she heard it was only the few who had gotten hurt. She wasn't exactly hiding when it all occured. Stools at the diner only afforded so much protection. She took in a breathe, and slowly began to move -- away from the kitchen fire that had yet to be under control to outside. Cops already trying to ask who, what, where, when, how, and why in every way that they could. She didn't think about the phone of that guy she had picked up yet.
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Post by Deleted on May 30, 2015 20:26:48 GMT -8
[[ Power Outage made me lose part of the log ]]
TheIrishWoIf: "Reality?" She blinked, looking over at him almost incredulously. "You mean to tell me all this time we've been living in a fantasy world and reality is actually worse than the shit we already go through daily?" Pause. "Or... well, least I go through... you actually don't look too bad off, but I don't recall being that good at reading you anyway." She gave a little shift with her legs which prompted Caspian to finally climb down though he stayed near by. "If that was a professional hit, they were messy about it. You would think they'd of waited for when I was on my own versus in a crowd. Likely would of made it easier for them." Yeah, as hard as she tried to be about it, in truth she was just glad it hadn't been worse than it was. Though knew that it would only get worse, that was for sure. "And why hadn't they done anything sooner... this close to the full moon, normally I'm not even around so they got lucky."
An OId Wolf: He chuckled, "That's one way to explain it." His coffee was pushed aside so he could fold his hands and place them on top of the table. "Were we humans, we would've died there last night." Given the disorientation and the constant trauma of aggressive fire, they would've never seen the two men until it was too late. "So that tells me that they aren't aware of what you are. Additionally, they used guns with standard rounds. Another clear indicator." He tossed the ziplock that contained a blood stained slug Sasha had helped Mac pull from his torso the night before. "Professional hit doesn't necessarily mean clean. They get information on the fly, and have to determine if the risk is worth the award. How they were tracing you is still a mystery to me though." He scratched his chin. "We need to see who we're up against."
TheIrishWoIf: She caught up the bullet in the bag and peered at it. Listening to him going on, she frowned a little. "It sounds like I'm being baited." She said, handing him back the ziploc bullet bag and taking another drink from her coffee. "Like... a game of cat and mouse. Lets piss off Frankenstein's science experiment." Yeah, she thought highly of herself there didn't she? Though she actually wasn't too far off... the scientist called himself Frankenstein and, when it really came down to it, that's what she was... a science experiment. Couldn't say she went wrong because she didn't, he just failed at playing God. "This close to the full moon Mac... your security got tranquilizer guns?" In other words, finding out who it was probably needed to wait in her mind.
An OId Wolf: "You are not a science project." Mac said with sincerity in his voice. His tone adopted a stronger presence after that. "You're a werewolf. One with an extraordinary gift. You don't see it as one, but I do. If they knew what you were, truly, they would've used something like this." he set the round down in front of her. It looked like a bullet, but with a see-through capsule. Inside, there was a silvery looking liquid. " I understand that you were used as a test subject, but all he truly did was inject you with lycanthropy. You feel different from other werewolves because you possess a strand of the virus that is ancient. So ancient, that I've only ever encountered one other who had it besides us."
TheIrishWoIf: "Mac... he pumped us full of steroids and enhancers... some of his 'subjects' died from overdose." Believe it or not, but Eithne actually had gone back to that god forsaken place, just for remembering sake... and had been able to recall the conversations inbetween being injected and force fed. "Only two of us didn't and I killed the other one..." She looked at the bullet and seeing the silvery liquid inside made her growl a little. She didn't need to ask to know what that silver liquid was inside those bullets. Early on she had had a bad experience with silver and knew of its damaging effects. "Ok, if we're the same, then why am I the more dangerous of the two? I don't see anyone needing to aim tranquilizers at you to get you to calm down." Or, in her case, fucking sleep it off. "And what happened to the other one?"
An OId Wolf: "Let me explain somethings to you about lycanthropy, Eithne. I don't think anyone has really broken it down to a science for you, and I don't mean that in a 'you're stupid and don't understand' kind of way. Because most werewolves don't understand the science that's happening inside them. First and foremost, I do not have all the details of your experiment, but of the things I do know is this. If you were infected with lycanthropy first, it doesn't matter what he injected into you. Your body is put into a stasis so that it establishes a baseline of health for you. Meaning, if I were to infect a human now, and they were injured; their body would return to its peak state of health within hours, because their body is undergoing a transformation that requires a lot of blood movement. Your heart beats faster, your temp is higher, naturally, because your body is burning away everything. So if he injected you, it wouldn't have an effect for more than 30 minutes. That's why you can consume so much alcohol, eat more; your body has changed to sustain a heightened baseline of health." He took a sip of coffee. "The next thing is, not everyone makes it through the transformation. Their bodies are under developed, or perhaps its a disagreement in the DNA; it's literally survival of the fittest." He pushed his coffee away. "Lastly, what makes you more dangerous is your gift. I have only met one other wolf who possessed a similar gift, and that was to ascend to the ancient transformation. It's a higher being of beast, and superior to any were that walks this earth. The other wolf and I can only achieve this transformation rarely, and during a full moon. We cannot be in that form long, and afterwards it leaves us weak. I have only achieved this like 4 times in my entire lifespan. You achieve it every moon cycle. The other wolf was like me; well, until I killed him. The only difference between you and me is that you do not know how to control the transformation. You're scared to. For you, it's like getting in the driver's seat to drive, but instead you let the passenger steer the wheel. I can help you with that, but you have to realize that despite your origin of becoming what you are; you're still inherently werewolf."
TheIrishWoIf: She wouldn't take it as being call stupid... she was genuinely curious and clearly not in the least bit in the know about it. Now she had heard some that had such a degree of control that they still had a mental wherewithall during it. She had not, however, heard of anyone being able to resist the pull from the moon. "Wait, you mean I can not shift every full moon?" She asked, taking another drink of her coffee and looking down. "Actually it feels more like the passenger is holding the gun to my head to make me let it take over." She clarified. "What makes you say I'm scared to control it? Don't get me wrong, damn straight I'm scared of it... I'm scared of what happens. I have no regrets what happened to the bastards that killed my brother. The regret stems from not being in control of it... not until you were there."
An OId Wolf: "Because we're scared of what we don't understand. It's a common notion, but it can meld into a bad habit if we don't educate ourselves and put ourselves through the right motions. For you, there was no mentor; no one to tell you how to be a werewolf. The presence of an Ulfric can ease your transformation, but in the same process, infuse you with confidence once you know how its done. Additionally, you have to realize that the beast or passenger inside and you are the same person. What's inside is just the real you; this.." He touched her cheek and rubbed her arm to indicate her right then, "this is your mask. You are a wolf. And when you are not true to your nature, you create a rift between you and you. That rage you feel, it's you inside feeling trapped and isolated. You need to be free, released into the wild to remember that you're a predator." He sighed and leaned forward. "Close your eyes for me. Just, clear your mind of everything altogether. I'm going to show you something."
TheIrishWoIf: Eyes were locked on his when he answered though it was hard to believe that her body - reflection - whatever... was just a mask. She was about say how odd it sounded to consider her own body a mere facade for what she had been forced to become... but he was asking her to close her eyes by then. There was a moment of skepticism before she took a long drink from her whiskey/coffee combo and set the cup down. And why was so little not said despite it being on the tip of her tongue? Because in the same light, it made a lot of sense. Taking a breath, she closed her eyes as asked, exhaling slowly.
An OId Wolf: Good, now imagine your safe place. The place you visit in your dreams, where everything is okay. Every werewolf has one." He gave her a moment to focus. "This is called our sanctuary. In it resides your true self; the wolf which you keep tucked away. You are not hard to sense, you know where you are." He took in a deep breath, then released. "Your sanctuary is a real place; it exists on a different plain altogether. Around your sanctuary is your protective barrier we call shields. A shield is used to hide your presence or your scent. When you lift your shields, it is normally around people you trust. When this happens, their wolves will join yours. This is a show of trust, both in who you know you are, and in those around you. You've probably never experienced this interaction before, but that's okay. I want you to release your barrier and open the door to me. I know you can feel my presence around you.."
TheIrishWoIf: Eithne was still hesitant of doing as he instructed... going anywhere near where the 'sleeping beast' - as she called it - was not an easy feat to her. She often felt it surface during the days close to the full moon - even now, it didn't take long for her to reach that sanctuary he spoke of. Never experienced it, never even heard of it - she thought she said, though she hadn't spoken a word. Those shields he spoke of, least in her imaginings, were like bars to a cage, and she had the keys to 'release' the barrier - aka, unlock the cage - but was reluctant to. Though feeling relatively assured by his voice, she did - and physically, her muscles went from relaxed to tightening up as she felt it trying to push itself out.
An OId Wolf: When the gate released and her shields lowered, Mac experienced the full force of her wolf and its scent. He smiled, even though she could not see it. His own presence arrived in that plain then, and down the hall from the open gate, the sound of a soft clicking came. It was soft at first, but grew louder. When it came into view, it was his wolf. Large and white with glowing green eyes. He was panting, his mouth open and tongue hanging out. He peered into the cage, tail wagging slowly; then barked.
TheIrishWoIf: There wasn't a need to peer into the cage, her wolf was already pushing it's way out of it. Pristine white, her fur almost had a glow to it under the right light, though black as charcoal, if not darker, eyes - a stark contrast to Eithne's otherwise warm brown ones. What stopped her rush was the arrival of Mac, the impression coming off was uncertainty. Which, considering that Eithne generally isolated herself from others, it wasn't too hard to understand why there was a hesitation.
An OId Wolf: Mac did not seem uncertain or afraid. He bridged the gap between them, sniffing and circling as wolves did. Before long he broke the circle and jumped ahead, positioning his paws in front of him to lower his upper body while keeping his lower oriented higher. It was a playful stance. His tail waved back and forth before he barked at her again, trying to get her to play. Interaction was something every wolf needed. It wasn't something they could just do without because, at their core, they all belong in a pack.
TheIrishWoIf: She stood her ground even when he closed the gap, black eyes following him as he circled her and when he jumped ahead. The playful demeanor wasn't unseen albeit it was taking awhile for the concept to take hold. There was a curious tilt of the head when barked at again before she finally relented. Two steps were taken before she was charging forward at him, then stopping just in front of him and giving a hard nudge with her head before side stepping and running past.
An OId Wolf: Mac's wolf was elated to see her relent, thus he chased after her. "See. It will take time to build up that confidence, but now you've opened the door. You've freed yourself and are starting to understand. It doesn't matter what's outside, and you can't cling to that in hopes that some semblance of humanity will come back. You're a wolf, through and through, and it's time you embrace that and accept that you're going to be a bad ass for the rest of your life." He poked her nose with his finger, chuckling. Meanwhile, his wolf continued to give chase, barking and growling.
TheIrishWoIf: She playfully swiped at his hand when he poked her nose, giving a light scowl - her wolf gaining speed to keep well ahead of the other - as she just watched. In an odd way, it was sort of cute - like how she'd play with Caspian on occasion. "I'll have you know I was already a badass before all this." She replied in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
An OId Wolf: "Well, not as bad ass as you're going to be. I assure you." He patted her cheek and stood up. His coffee cup, now empty, was collected. He offered to take her's too.
TheIrishWoIf: "Haha... little known fact, I used to run with vampires before I even knew they existed." She said with a chuckle, a hand raising to rub that cheek before whisking her cup out of reach for long enough to finish it then handed it back. She shifted to sit with one leg curled underneath her and watched him with a thoughtful expression. "So what now?"
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