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Post by shaun on Jul 11, 2008 22:09:00 GMT -5
Shaun hummed softly to herself as she fiddled with her camera, trying to pack it into her backpack as efficiently as possible. She'd heard the most wonderful song... it was too bad her French was rudimentary at best-- she had no idea what the lyrics meant. She hadn't remembered many of them, anyway.
The fact that her attempts to locate a vampire kept failing miserably was making her a little too careless, she thought as she strolled casually through the park. God only knew what kind of creeps were lurking around the public space this time at night... and yet she couldn't help but feel apathetic. There obviously weren't any vampires around, and what good was the rest of it? She sighed noisily to herself and finally swung her arm into the strap of her backpack. At least she had her mace. So far she'd never had to use it, but she was pretty sure that having it tucked into her bra the way she did was illegal in the U.S. It was a concealed weapon, technically...
But, hey-- she wasn't in the U.S. She was in Paris!
And finding vampires here was turning out to be just as impossible as anywhere else. Why couldn't she be obsessed with a normal hobby, like knitting or pottery?
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 12, 2008 9:30:32 GMT -5
[OOC: I'm OOCing a couple of werewolves from my pack for the thread; anything with them will be in bold.]
The werewolves caught the scent; human. Normally they'd not care, but they were upset and restless. The rumors were swirling even more out of control. And there'd been vampires around the home house last night; someone had said that the packleader was conspiring with vampires. Which was ridiculous, right? The pair watched the human with glittering eyes. It wasn't the full moon, just the waxing, but the tide of the siren's song of the lunar cycle was strong in their veins, masking human thought and bringing the wolf to the surface. It made them anxious, more feral. More territorial.
They seemed to silently confer, then stepped from the shadows. Moving as one, they flowed towards the seemingly oblivious woman, changing shape as they moved. Low growling noises escaped their throats, clearly audible in the clear night air, as they moved to surround the girl. To take out a threat; to eliminate any potential problems.
Patrick was hurrying through the park, his senses on high. Ever since he'd sent Ella out to meet the vampires, he'd been roving more, his worry and restlessness driving him to watch his territory and packmates more personally. Tonight, something was in the air, and he was searching for it, his dark eyes ceaslessly roving the area around him.
Suddenly, from a distance, he caught the dual warnings-the low sound of growling, and the scent of two of his lesser packmates, changed and hunting. Frowning, for all he could smell was human, he hurried towards the sound, hoping he could stave off whatever had riled them up...
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Post by shaun on Jul 13, 2008 0:58:04 GMT -5
"Allo le monde... bla bla bla... allo le monde... something something..."
Shaun stopped suddenly as her ears picked up a low, gravelly sound. That was strange... Did she have something in her throat? She cleared it curiously, but everything appeared to be in working order. What could that noise have been? It had sounded close.
She hesitantly took a few steps forward, but she caught the sound again-- this time much more clearly. It was almost like... growling.
Oh God.
Shaun's heart skipped a beat. She'd been attacked by a German shepherd as a child, and the sound of an aggressive dog still turned her blood to ice water. Even as she stood perfectly still, she could feel the rush of adrenaline that was surging to the very tips of her toes.
Maybe... maybe someone was just out walking their dog?
She heard a rustle to her left and nearly jumped out of her skin-- the growling was coming from that way, too. For a moment she just stood as still as possible, frantically trying to decide between running or yelling out like an idiot.
"Hello?" she called tentatively. "Is anyone there?"
Good choice, Shaun. Make doubly sure they know exactly where you are.
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Post by rowanashke on Jul 13, 2008 11:26:11 GMT -5
The two hunters, now fully changed, stepped out of the shadows, their eyes focused on the human shape. They were too far into it to be able to back off now; their blood was riled. Something about her set them off. Still growling, they took a slow step forward, and another...boxing her in, their intentions clearly visible.
Patrick sniffed the air, then hurried faster, resisting the urge to change although the back of his neck prickled with the force of his internal battle. If the target was a human, it would be best not to do so in front of the human. It might be necessary; he mentally weighed the options as he raced towards the confrontation he could feel shaping up.
Do I save the human at the cost of our secret? Is a single human's death justified to protect the pack?
He hated moral and ethical decisions like this. It was so much easier to submerge oneself in the wolf, to allow the wild instincts and drives to rule. But then they'd be no better than animals. He was human, still, enough to wish to remain that way. So he struggled as he ran, his lips peeling back from his teeth in a grimace of anger and frustration. Why was the pack attacking a human anyway?
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