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Post by *Casimir Goetschl on Sept 14, 2009 10:18:22 GMT -5
Casimir approached the home with absolute cautiousness. His icy blue eyes stared at the front door. No movement was seen around the premises, though there was little doubt that the target was home. She had to be home. He needed her to be. Thoughts, chaotic and sporadic, raced through his mind as sweat dripped from his face. The whites of his eyes were coursed with swollen red arteries, his face showing the signs of absolute stress. Quietly he pulled off his thin leather jacket, revealing his wrinkled blue dress shirt. At his left hip was his federal shield in his right hand, the Sig Sauer P226 remained clutched. He had to get to her, find her. He needed help but what kind of help would she be to him. Crouching down in the shrubs, he remained on one knee before averting his gaze of the home itself.
It had been four days since his first change, a week since he had been home to Montana. The aftermath of New York sent shockwaves throughout the Bureau, sent shockwaves through the London Coven and even the New York Pack. Stories were being told, already, about what happened there but no matter how hard Casimir tried, no matter how hard he focused, the Agent could not remember a single detail. Everything went hazy after the abduction in Paris. What he did know was that he had been horribly beaten and drugged. He remembered glimpses and images of such events occurring but could not piece anything together. His hands tremmbled as he attempted to remember, to figure out what happened. Did it matter what occured? Whatever happened in New York had been absolutely traumatic but was it worth the pain of trying to remember.
His head screamed at him as another migraine was rolling in, forcing his attention back to the home. Still, even with no obvious signs of movement, Casimir remained where he was. The Agent was the lead in the Bureau's special investigation teams in London, dealing and tracking issues that were meant to be kept out of the public eye. It was nothing to do with drugs or terrorism but issues that were deemed too sensitive for public knowledge. He had been the most outgoing and vocal Agent in the London Field Office, working his way up the ranks. When issues in the states began to rise, Goetschl had been assigned to monitor and track the most influential Vampires and Wolves in the western hemisphere. There was Sevanni Black in New York, Lars Trell and Giselle Audley when that duo was in the states. Then there was Josef Abad, Adela Jager, Inora Makani as three of the four wolves in the states that garnished the most attention. The fourth though, was the one that Casimir had come to take a special interest in.
Sombra Delgadillo was the Alphess to a Pack of wolves though unlike Inora, Josef and Adela, her pack was not know to settle in just one place. They wandered about at free will. How or why the other wolves did not confront her when she entered their territory was unknown, perhaps respect? She was different than the others. He had studied her close, knew many aspects of her mentality and knew she was the one... the only one who could get him to understand what he had become. Casimir knew the dangers he faced. He had intruded on Sombras personal grounds, her personal territory so to speak. Wolves senses were extremelly keen, something Goetschl was getting use too. Sight, sound, hearing and smell all increased though he had not noticed much of a difference when it came to touch.
Slowly, he began to move through the grounds, one foot in front of the other as he emerged from the shrubs. He was out in the open, the breeze on the air swirling about. For a slight moment Goetschl froze as scents filled his nostrils. They flared, picking up the scent of other animals, rodents most likely, still nothing that seemed out of place... besides his own. Cas continued on, approaching the east wall, crouching beneath the window. The P226's titanium casing gleamed in the afternoon sunlight as the wolf kept his grip upon it. He had to come armed. He was still uneasy with his senses and increased abilities. Preparedness needed to be at the top of his mind. Running a hand through the locks of hair, he momentarily allowed himself a chance to rest. He figured she probably knew he was here or at least knew an intruder was around.
His parents had been murdered by the Vampires that had abducted him. His childhood home burnt down. The livestock that once roamed the proud ranch having been slaughtered. Now, the London Coven wanted him dead, betraying him and breaking their word that they would ensure his safety as Aubrey Mayors pet. He had nothing to lose anymore. He was at rock bottom and knew full well that in the most insane and morbid way, it gave him an advantage over other people. Rounding the south wall, he made his way to the backdoor. The door and screen wide open.
"Sombra Delgadillo." Casimir called out, his pistol held in two hands as he remained on one knee just outside of view. "I am..." his head ached, forcing a pause in his line of thought, "...Federal Agent Casimir Goetschl. I'm coming in." He took a peek around the doors' frame, not spotting anyone.
Then he entered the home.
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Sept 15, 2009 10:38:36 GMT -5
C A T C H Y O U R B R E A T H [/COLOR] N O W D O N ' T S A Y A W O R D----------------------------------------  ---------------------------------------- Y O U S H O U L D R U N ,B U T I T W O N ' T D O A N Y G O O D[/CENTER] [/i] to be invited. “[/b] Her voice was smooth, though there was – as usual – a hint of a snarl in her tone, the blazing stare she had set upon him enough to let him know that wasn’t something she advised repeating. As for the fact that he was armed and she wasn’t – she wasn’t impressed. This was her home. She had the advantage – she knew the perimeters and where she kept things. He had six shots. Good luck Mr. Goetschl. [/ul] TAG YOUR IT - Cas WORD COUNT - 730 NOW FOR THE OUTFIT – CLICK!LYRIC CREDIT - ' ATREYU, HER PORTRAIT IN BLACK IMAGE CREDIT - MEE. AND PHOTOBUCKET TEMPLATE CREDIT -STRAWBERRY JAM! OF THE BLANK PAGES &CAUTION 2.0[/SIZE] |
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Post by *Casimir Goetschl on Sept 15, 2009 17:23:11 GMT -5
Several more steps were taken into the home, his pistol held at a forty degree angle, down and away from his line of sight. The issue that many Agents faced when they entered the field was the risk of children. During the sixties and seventies, there were a rash of shootings between federal agents and suspects with children being cause in the cross fire. Though Sombra was not a suspect for anything and in all truthfulness, Goetschl was abusing his rights as a Agent, he could not risk his weapon accidentally being aimed at a child. Not since what occurred in London, not since she had been taken from the world. It had taken months, upon months, to get to a mental state stable enough to remain coherent. He had been told by the doctors in London that there was no way around it, as long as Casimir let that incident haunt him, the shooting would linger within his mind and continue to hurt as if it had occurred just moments before. They were right. Here and now, in Sombra Delgadillo's home, Goetschl was pained. He remembered walking up to her, watching her mothers reactions... the events that swirled soon after.
Again a course of pain raced through Casimir's head, bringing him back to the here and now. He had stopped in the hall, his legs so tensed his knees ached. The he heard it, the sigh. His eyes shot toward a doorway, his ears perking and he cautiously continued his way around. The home was dark, which made it near impossible to locate anything specific by sight. He could make out a door frame, the outline of a piece of furniture but nothing too details. Quietly he entered the room, narrowing and focusing his eyes to try and gain any advantage in sight. Nothing but... he picked up her scent. The faintness of it though it was so diluted on the air that she could have been anywhere. She was here though. The hairs standing on the back of his neck told him so. He clutched the pistol even harder in his hands. One shot, maybe two were only needed to take down a wolf. He had been trained to track Wolves, trained to fight non-human species. Wolves could be neutralized and pinned if one took out one leg bad enough or severely injured both. A vampire was easily dealt with when shot directly in the face. It was funny how something so strong became so weak when they lose their sight for a few moments. Another sniff of the air and her scent lingered. Wolf scents were so strange, so full of musk. Even the females. They were the two strongest in the room, while hers was the most abundant of both. He turned a single 360 degree spin before making his way to the center of the room.
Just before his lips opened, the lights came on. Not something he expected. His blinked in rapid successful while falling to a knee and raising his weapon by instinct. He had to keep his eyes open, as long as possible while the fuzzy vision slowly went away. ”Casimir, it’s rude to intrude on other people’s space. Guests usually wait to be invited. “ He spun to the sound of her voice. She had the jump on him. 'Damn.' was the first thought he had. He kept his aim on her as his vision continued to clear. His eyes glanced to her hands first. No weapons. Then to her legs, slowly going up each to note anything that could have been taped or tied to them, to her waist and finally to her face. He could not see her back but from what he gathered, she was weaponless. Against a wall, in a typical situation, Casimir knew that he would have had the advantage but there were two very important things he had to keep in mind.
The first being that this was Sombra's home. She knew this place better than him and the second being that she was a wolf, not human. To shoot a wolf, a agent had too shoot a bit ahead of them (or in Sombras case right to the side). This was to ensure their bullet would hit just as they tried to bolt in that direction. However, Sombra had two directions she could bolt, left or right. Goetschl had two directions he could shoot, left or right. It was a fifty-fifty chance he would hit her. Much like a penalty kick in soccer. Instinct on which way the opponent would go was key. "Well, I'm not a guest am I?" So perhaps the situation was just a bit too tenseful. Casimir knew he held the cards to reducing the level of tension but if he dropped his weapon, Sombra would be in control. He was a wolf, but was not experienced. He knew how to handle a weapon, he did not know how to tap his wolf in a fight... yet. That was why he was here, wasn't it? He wanted her help.
Why point a gun at her?
He let out his own sigh, before using his middle finger to his the clip switch on the side of the pistol. The metal shelf dropped to the floor, though Goetschl kept his eyes locked on Sombra. If she made a move, he'd match it. He had one bullet left, the one in the chamber. Cautiously, he lowered the pistol.
"I need your help." Casimir stated bluntly. "I need to understand what I have become." His voice shifted from one of challenging authority to uncertainty. He knew what he was, he needed to know what being a wolf meant for him now and... how to control it.
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Sept 16, 2009 0:35:21 GMT -5
C A T C H Y O U R B R E A T H [/COLOR] N O W D O N ' T S A Y A W O R D---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- Y O U S H O U L D R U N ,B U T I T W O N ' T D O A N Y G O O D[/CENTER] [/b] It was true, anyone who would have visited Sombra’s domain would have probably figured out that if she had invited them there was no use for a firearm and therein lay his problem – he was no honored visitor but an interloper. The feral instinct said simply to drive him from the premises, but the human was curious. As the metallic clang of the pistol’s clip resonated within the room her lips ticked with annoyance at the noise though she made no verbal comment on it. I need your help, he said. I need to understand what I have become. Again her lips twitched as she frowned at him, stomaching a growl at such a necessity. Did these things just not come natural to anyone but herself? Shaking her head, her steps came slowly, she assumed he would grow tense and either fire or retreat but she continued forward. As she closed the gap her palm fastened on the firearm, articulations folding around his own hand – holding it while it held the weapon. It raised the device to press the barrel to her right shoulder. With her left palm her thumb settled on the trigger and with the smallest exertion she fired it. The bullet went straight through and embedded in the wall behind. She had not flinched yet, simply stared at him as crimson oozed from the wound. She blinked slowly, wordlessly for several long moments. They dragged on, and she allowed them too. She allowed him to process the event before speaking. And then she did. ”Have I made myself clear?” She smirked lazily and bent to retrieve his fallen shelf of rounds. Taking his free palm she pressed it into his clutches and turned away. Moving out of the living room and towards the kitchen wordlessly, she turned the stove top on – a gas stove top so the flames licked at the open air. Selected a knife from a very well put together set, she allowed it to be cleansed in the ember glow while her other palm was retrieving rubbing alcohol from the cupboard. Haphazardly she set it on the countertop and turned off the stove. She methodically rinsed the blade with the alcohol – cleaning off the black remnants the flames had left and then screwed the cap back on the bottle. Having done so she leant against the marble island. Then, in a motion that almost seemed procedural, she mashed the white hot blade against the freely bleeding wound, a sizzling sound filling the kitchen and the smell of charred flesh stinging her nostrils. Her lids had descended and her jaw ticked with the silent scream that would never see the light of day. A feral growl bubbled in her throat as the blade lost its heat in her flesh and she removed it. The wound now only barely oozed and she placed the knife in the sink. Seating herself at the kitchen table with a glass of room temperature water she stared out the window briefly. Her gaze ticked over her yard and then she spoke again, her voice measured and calm. ”You are how you bite the bullet. Your acceptance. And how you handle the death of one soul and the rise of another. You’re not a human Casamir. You’re a beast. Come to terms with it and own it, or let it be the death of you.” It was all said in a level, soft tone. She was certain he would have followed and if not he would be listening. If he was no longer in her house then good riddance. She somehow doubted she was so lucky though. No Casamir would be listening and having difficult comprehending. Sombra was a realist. [/ul] TAG YOUR IT - Cas WORD COUNT - 862 NOW FOR THE OUTFIT – CLICK!LYRIC CREDIT - ' ATREYU, HER PORTRAIT IN BLACK IMAGE CREDIT - MEE. AND PHOTOBUCKET TEMPLATE CREDIT -STRAWBERRY JAM! OF THE BLANK PAGES &CAUTION 2.0[/SIZE] |
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Post by *Casimir Goetschl on Sept 16, 2009 9:42:48 GMT -5
She approached. Goetschl’s finger pulled back on the trigger which would fire with less than three pounds of pressure applied. Millimeter by agonizing millimeter, he eyed her as the trigger was slowly pulled. Still, he refrained from firing. Why? Even he could not explain. She placed her hands around his own, lacing her fingers over his before raising the weapon to her right shoulder. Their eyes were locked onto one another’s , unwavering and unmoving. This was their second challenge, the first being his intrusion onto her home. Wolves were unpredictable beasts that took challenges head on. The Animal inside of Casimir beckoned to be let out, begged and pleaded to meet this woman head on, yet Goetschl refrained. He was not ready for a fight. Not yet. Sure, the human could handle himself. He was trained in basic hand to hand combat, whatever Federal Training was worth anyway. He knew, by no means, was he some self proclaimed martial artist. He just knew he could handle himself when needed. The shot rang through his ears though their eyes refused to leave the others. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air but was soon followed by the more… alluring smell of blood. The fluid was pouring from her wound, the smell… almost overpowering. Still, the Alphess stared at the Agent who did not seem to want to back down. ‘Idiot.’ He thought. If she punctured the main artery of the shoulder, and by the amount of blood he smelled, she either nicked it or just barely missed it, she would have bled to death. A few moments continued to pass as silence filled the air.
There were several things Goetschl could have done. He could have taken her in her weakened state, forced her onto her back and gotten the answers he sought. He could have walked away, let her deal with her own wound, let it become infected then she would be nothing but weak game or he could remain where he was. His choice was made when she spoke. ”Have I made myself clear?” A third challenge once more issued. Her stunt seemed more of one trying to gain a leverage over the intruder, or to at least maintain one. She, however, had only added to his assumption that she was… unstable. ‘Idiot.’ Casimir thought again. Sombra backed away, heading out of the room, though Casimir remained where he was. She was no threat to him. Her stunt to shock, worked, but it would not drive him from her home. If anything… it started to tilt who was in control. Goetschl had no interest in challenging her but knew wolves had a sense of pride. Her’s seemed to get the better of her. Still, even as the smell of brunt flesh and the Alphess was in even more pain, doing something more to herself in the kitchen. Slowly he stood, after several minutes and walked through the home, holstering his weapon and standing in the doorway of her location. The smell of burnt flesh mixed with blood filled his nostrils. The shot went clear through her shoulder, no home kitchen knife would fix it, or perhaps it would? Wolves healed faster than humans, though not as fast as Vampires. Must suck being stuck inlimbo between immortality and pathetic weaklings. It would be interesting, to watch first hand, a wolves injury heal. He'd shot one before but they got away before he could apprehend. At least he knew Sombra wasn't going anywhere. ”You are how you bite the bullet. Your acceptance. And how you handle the death of one soul and the rise of another. You’re not a human Casamir. You’re a beast. Come to terms with it and own it, or let it be the death of you.”
He eye’d her for a moment, as she stared out the window and over her lawn. “You are everything my research said you were. You are living up to the persona’ my boss’ thinks you have. Psychotic, neurotic. In my opinion, you’re a complete idiot. Let’s look past the three challenges we have issued each other in the last fifteen minutes and at the stunt you pulled. You could have killed yourself and what would that have proven to anyone… to your pack? That you’ll kill yourself before standing up to another?” Goetschl snorted, folding his arms across his chest. He felt the changes occurring within him mentally, especially when he tried to bury what occurred in New York. Something was happening with Casimir and it did not necessarily involve his wolf. He just needed to learn to control the wolf itself. “I came here because of who you are. You are no beast. A beast is an uncontrollable animal. I have done enough work on your species,” He caught himself, “our species,” it was still so foreign to call himself a wolf, “to know you are in control. You and I are wolves, not beasts.” He paused as he glanced at her wounded shoulder, before, he moved his way into the kitchen and too the counter, turning he kept his hands across his chest, his gaze locked upon her. “It if’s as easy as coming to terms with it, I would have done it already. I came to you because you know more about the wolf itself than most others. You have an understanding how important the way one is changed is, you know that plays into what kind of wolf they are destined to be.”
Then the mental issues picked up again. Goetschl struggled to remember what specifically happened in New York, he knew he did something to Adela, he knew some wolf bit him, but who and why was uncertain. Still, he felt nothing really. Only frustration over not being able to remember things. “I can’t remember how I became what I was. I had no mentor, no one. We both know how dangerous it is for a wolf to be on their own, especially one in my state. I’ve tracked you and our kind for a long time. I know how you think, how you act, but its different when I became one. I won’t be one of those wolves who learns everything on their own. I can’t. I risk too much attempting that and put too many people in danger. “ He stopped, though his gaze refused to leave Delgadillo, “How were you changed?” That was the only part of her life he did not know. If he understood her background, perhaps… just perhaps… he could better understand.
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Sept 23, 2009 23:27:45 GMT -5
C A T C H Y O U R B R E A T H [/COLOR] N O W D O N ' T S A Y A W O R D---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- Y O U S H O U L D R U N ,B U T I T W O N ' T D O A N Y G O O D[/CENTER] [/b] She growled, eyeing him with distaste as her nostrils wrinkled. ”You don’t know how I think, and despite your myriad of assumptions wolves are no less individualistic than humans so your theories are just as off as modern psychiatry. As far as killing myself goes it is of no consequence to anyone but myself. Moreover, if I had not been certain of the result I wouldn’t have done it.” Appearing to have finished, she toyed with the rough bandage she had begun to place on her shoulder, nimble fingers running the course of the bandages thoughtfully before her amber stare pivoted back towards him. There was always a sense of danger within the she-wolf, particularly because of her flare for the unpredictable. Eyeing him for several moments she snorted and rose, moving to the cupboard to retrieve tea. Yes, Sombra, the dangerous wolfy, enjoyed tea. ”A beast is defined as any nonhuman animal so I’m afraid, Mr. Goetschl, that you fall under the category as well as I. Your logic is illogical. Pity. The fact that I control my beast makes me no less one, and the fact that you can’t does not make you inferior. It just means you’re weak. You have the same potential as I.” Her words were slow and measured as she prepared her beverage, her frame now leaning against the wall as she waited on the kettle. ”I was changed like everyone else – bitten by a wolf that couldn’t help itself or was simply bitter. Whatever the case is it preaches the same message – learn to control it.” There, that was the speech of Yoda, the Great and Powerful Oz and Mufasa all rolled into one. ”Your problem is you’re putting wolves into a frame they don’t belong in. We’re not human or beast. We’re a combination. And so long as you keep reading us as either black or right you will be wrong. If you would like to improve then I suggest you shut up and think through what you are. What happened doesn’t matter. It happened and that’s the end of it. “ Perhaps not the most motivating speech but it was Sombra’s style to tell him to stop whining and be man. Or a wolf. Whatever he thought he could handle. The fact that she’d brushed off his demanding words was enough to say that she was in far better control than most – her anger was at a level status and not moving either way no matter what his words or tone dictated her response should be. Sombra was no one’s pet and never would succumb to any such devotion. She belonged with the wild things. [/ul] TAG YOUR IT - Cas WORD COUNT - 556 NOW FOR THE OUTFIT – CLICK!LYRIC CREDIT - ' ATREYU, HER PORTRAIT IN BLACK IMAGE CREDIT - MEE. AND PHOTOBUCKET TEMPLATE CREDIT -STRAWBERRY JAM! OF THE BLANK PAGES &CAUTION 2.0[/SIZE] |
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Post by *Casimir Goetschl on Sept 24, 2009 8:55:05 GMT -5
"I don't know how you think? What do you think my job is? I track you and our kind with absolute detail. Wolves... whether you want to believe it or not are not as individualistic as humans, and as modern psychiatry; which is the wrong term to use in your small analogy - the correct being modern Psychology; it is dead on about you." His eyes flared with outright defiance. Wolves had a heirarchal structure. Alpha to Beta, Beta to whatever in the hell was immediately below them and then at the very bottom rung was the Omega. "No matter how you classify yourself, your nothing but a mutt. Destined to follow that little animal inside of you until the day you die. Which means being less individualistic than simple humans." Perhaps having the sarcastic, defiant and cocky tone was not the best was of making friends. "Wolves are just that. Wolves. Predictable when it comes to natural reactions to certain situations; just like our counterparts in the wild." This was when the whole thought of how many pokes could someone give a dog before a dog bit back came to mind. Sombra was an Alpha, Goetschl was not and based on the hierarchical structure, he should have been showing her more... respect but as far as Casimir was concerned... he was not apart of her pack. He was no ones subordinate; that life was over. He spent that time in Aubrey Mayors possession and would not tolerate it. If Delgadillo thought her tude' would impress or if her glares would force him to back down, she was gravely mistaken. Then she had to make the weak comment. Weak; what a word and one he never wanted to hear again. "If you don't want me shutting that mouth of yours, do not refer to me as 'weak', I am simply untrained." He shut up so she could continue on her spiel of what beasts were, and that they were both one. She was a pessimist. Funny, Casimir was the exact same way. Always looking at the downside of a situation before acknowledging any bright areas. Had they not met under such... unique circumstances then they may have gotten along just fine.
"Learn to control it?" He laughed, "Well fine, I'll go and try to learn to control it but when dead bodies start pileing up because some ravid dog couldn't control himself, it won't be me that the Bureau suspects; it'll be you." Outright threats were a dangerous avenue to go but Goetschls nerves were being pushed. The whole self righteous, I accepted it now you must routine did not work on Casimir, which brought him right back to her statement of psychology. "If you would pull your head out of your ass; you would understand people learn differently. Are you not the one who just said we are not black and white? Are you not the one who just said I should not be looking at it in such a way? What are you doing right now? Learn... learn... learn...." He paused as something within caught his momentary attention. "You need to realize, based on your own statements, that much like wolves individualism, people learn differently. But hey, if teaching isn't your thing then fine. Ill walk my ass right out of your home but don't think I will stop visiting."He paused again. The issue's with emotion was that they were often tricky little feelings that caught people off guard. Casimir had seen his own family's deceased corpses and felt absolutely nothing. Nothing. Since New York, he had gone about his own as if having a void around him yet here and now; being pushed and challenged by someone whom did not fear his shield, obviously did not fear his weapon and did not fear him in the least, he felt. He did not like it. Casimir was finally growing use to not feeling. A strange feeling but a useful one. It had allowed him to think clearly until now. Then an idea struck him. There was only one part of the report of Sombra Delgadillo that was unfinished. What made her tick? Casimir knew he had to be doing a good job of it but this was where his mastery came into play. Passive-Aggressiveness. Poke... poke... poke... Even before the words slipped from his mouth, Casimir had sirens flaring in his head. He was pushing boundaries he had not intended to do and he was acting in manners in which he had never acted before. This was a different side to Casimir. In Montana, with the South Montana Pack, in New York, with the Coven in London, Goetschl had always been hesitant, apprehensive when he spoke and outright... scared. Right here, in Sombra's own home; with a wolfess more experienced than he with regards to their species he showed no submissiveness nor cowardice. Goetschl was wading in waste deep water and he could not see through it. Wolves had the hierarchical structure. Goetschl immediately knew he had no intent of being some submissive noob to Delgadillo - she fronted then he fronted. He would match he step she took with one of her own. Where the two on a collision course? Maybe... Maybe not. The ball was in Sombra's court. Still, Goetschl had a sense of people, and Sombra had the aura of confidence, power and a demenour that seemed unmatched by most. Still, was it the woman or what she was and could do that had his eyes remaining locked on her own gaze upon him? That was the question he mulled over in his head. "Do you have anything to eat?" Goetschl asked, breaking their interlocked gaze first and glancing back out the window.
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Sept 27, 2009 9:13:16 GMT -5
C A T C H Y O U R B R E A T H [/COLOR] N O W D O N ' T S A Y A W O R D---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- Y O U S H O U L D R U N ,B U T I T W O N ' T D O A N Y G O O D[/CENTER] [/b] Gun, sword, knife or otherwise, the agent would not come out victorious in a sparring with the she-wolf. He was far too…pitiful at utilizing his newly acquired tools and it gave Sombra the advantage. ”I don’t give a damn about what the Bureau or any arrest warrant says about me. If they were any good at their jobs there would be more vampires in jail.” It was a snarled response and then he went on another tirade. Something about learning, black and white and his own butt. She did not move for a second, and in fact her gaze had moved away – a clear display that she was no longer paying attention. Threats about visiting her were uninteresting. ”If you happen to think that your frequenting here will go well, by all means, drop in.” It was said placidly, and without fervor beyond that necessary to pronounce the words. Casimir did not know her. And his stereotype was a growing weakness. Smirking lazily, she turned to eye him as if he had suddenly contracted a plague or a second head. ”Are you bloody out of your mind?” He had marched in here unannounced and uninvited, threatened her, insulted her and now would like something to eat. A deep growl surfaced from within the wolf’s throat, and she swept past him, back down the hall to the living room and resituated herself on the floor – becoming a wolf once again, sprawled before the fire and lazily dozing. Pompous FBI idiot. It was all a bit much to squish beneath the surface of the lupine’s glittering oculi but she would not endow him the pleasure of an attack or further conversation. He was infuriating her on purpose, that much could be certain and frankly there was nothing that could persuade her to carry on such stupidity. She was not going to create a realm in which the world was devoutly dedicated to Casimir’s rambling whining statements that leave ones ears bleeding from either boredom or fury. To begin with Sombra was not one that enjoyed company, let alone the company of some bastard stranger who thought himself the most impressive thing since sliced bread. The man was a selfish lunatic. If he were a dog and she a vet she’d euthanize him no questions asked . Yes, her anger went that deep. But in the place of that rage, all that pent up hostility was a wolf very nearly asleep on the carpet of her “home”. Really it was more of a passing lair. She didn’t really live here. And therein lay the loop hole in Casimir’s threat. He could visit and find nothing. She realized then that she was tired, and also that her shoulder had completely mended. Both were unsurprising. The first because she had something akin to insomnia and the second because she was a werewolf and rumor had it that they heal kinda fast. Who would have thought? Well she could immediately tell you who never thought - Casimir Goetschl. [/ul] TAG YOUR IT - Cas WORD COUNT - 605 NOW FOR THE OUTFIT – CLICK!LYRIC CREDIT - ' ATREYU, HER PORTRAIT IN BLACK IMAGE CREDIT - MEE. AND PHOTOBUCKET TEMPLATE CREDIT -STRAWBERRY JAM! OF THE BLANK PAGES &CAUTION 2.0[/SIZE] |
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Post by *Casimir Goetschl on Sept 27, 2009 9:59:12 GMT -5
How long had he stood in absolute silence after Sombra had left? Ten seconds, two minutes, fifteen minutes? He did not know. The home did fall silent however. Sombra's home, her domain. Goetschl had spent his life working on a ranch; handling wild horses, dealing with cows and bulls, fending off wild predators. His early life had been spent amongst animals. He knew how they thought, how they acted. He could anticipate maneuvers and habits based on situations yet why could he not predict what Sombra was going to do? Why could he not predict what he was going to do? Casimir was looking at this as though he was one animal. A wolf. He was not looking at it as if he were two separate animals, or was he? It was so confusing. Being human and chasing down Werewolves in New York and London allotted him the ability to only think of them as wolves. He saw no humanity in them. It had been the same way Vampires. They were mindless drones who simply followed a blood lust. He was out of his league this time. The one time the Agent had the sense enough to find someone to train him, to teach him, it turned into a piss fest. This was not how he wanted to start his journey as a wolf. This was not how he anticipated it all happening. Sombra was an Alphess. He invaded her home. He would leave. This time had grown to be a complete and utter waste. She seemed to care about nothing. Where Casimir's void seemed to be his feelings, Sombras seemed to be attachment. She felt no obligation to help her fellow wolf which made the Agent wonder how her pack even tolerated her leadership. He let out a deep exhale before making his way back through the home.
There was one thing Casimir had been and always would be amongst men - abnormal. Where as most men would try and go kiss her ass and apologize for what they did and said, Goetschl felt no need. It was worthless and useless and quite literally showed how easily men were manipulated. Making his way back to the front door, he took a sniff of the air. The same smells as earlier which meant no other wolves were around and no other threats were nearby. He had no true intention of laying blame for his inability to change on Sombra though he would be keeping a closer eye on her. Casimir had spent so much time as a pet, at the beck and call of some Vampire whom could not control her own damn hormones. He had been able to resist her, many claimed he was the only man to not jump headlong into her bed and have no attachment too her; which stood as a testament to his personal resolve. Yet, here and now, Goetschl understood that women of any species were all the same when it came down to it. Independents who came off as assholes themselves at times. He walked back the same route he had taken earlier, giving no shoulder glance back to the home. This was not some hollywood movie in which he would sucker himself into giving one longing glance back. In fact - the analogy itself was unique as Goetschl did not watch television or movies yet he knew what happened in them by the stories he heard. This may have been hollywood but this night would not end like some Hollywood silver screen showings did.
Then the noise filled his ears.
Reaching into his pocket, Goetschl slid his motorola cell and checked the caller identification. Douglas Linders.' With the aftermath of New York, a new Associate Deputy Director had been put in both New York and London. Douglas had been placed in London and wanted to keep close tabs on Goetschl. Some knew of his memory lapse about the events, no one wanting to tell him what they found out and he was not sure he wanted to know but most everyone did notice the drastic change in his demeanor. Reluctantly he picked up the cell.
"What?"
"Where are you?" Douglas asked firmly.
Cas sighed, "You know where I am. The GPS in the cell idiot. I was talking to an old friend." Linders fell silent at Casimir's point. There was no need to ask stupid question. "Before you ask, no I don't know when I'm coming back. Yes I have been to Montana. Yes I saw what happened to my family. Yes I know you fuckers in the Bureau knew long before I did. No I do not know if I am going back home. No I do not know where I am going now."
"Uuuh..." Linders had been caught off guard by Casimirs sudden rush of hostility, "O.k. then... but before you leave. I noticed that your previous Director had you seeing a therapist. Guess what Agent Goetschl. You'll be seeing her on a bi-weekly basis when you return. Kthanks? Bye!"
Cas listened to the click as Linders hung up and let out a flurry of slurs. He hated the phrase 'kthanks' and to hear it coming from a middle aged man was absolutely repulsive. Dropping the cell to the ground, he stomped on it viciously, destroying the device. "Fucking track me now." With that, Goetschl continued about his path, once more picking up the pace and following the route that would lead him to his rent-a-car vehicle.
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