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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Nov 22, 2009 22:15:17 GMT -5
While cooking? The wolf chortled, though a faint snort sounded in a dismissive antic. Abad cooked a lot. She was often more a naturalist herself. If she had not hunted and killed her prey then she would probably be found buying take out. Spending time cooking? That wasn’t going to happen. She was not the type who dreamt of having children or making a home and she found no pleasure in decorating or shopping. Not that the feminine gene had completely escaped her. Subconsciously she made certain she was presentable unless wounded or tired beyond caring. A yawn split her muzzle and she reached the farthest she could go in the enclosure. Turning to stare over her shoulder, back the way she came, the alpha’s hindquarters folded beneath her. The alabaster tufts of fur at her nape were disheveled by the soft breeze that caressed them.
Her lobes pressed to her skull as she stared at the solid chestnut panels. It was not exactly a “look I can see brown!” stare, it was a zoning stare – as if she were thinking over the exact essence of the fence. Really it was a joke, this fence, she could break through it without too much effort. She was unaware of just what Josef was doing at present, but she knew that he had not followed her. Why would he? A wounded wolf was not much of a flight risk. Still…what incentive had he to try and keep her here? Honestly she was not much for company unless he just wasn’t finished staring. Barring that keeping her around was unreasonable. It was just a little cool outside, a breath of fresh air that announced winter was on its way. Subtle murmurs Mother Nature made that the wolf was all too aware of. Its fur was thick though, and by the time the cold months came she would be healed and fully capable of feeding herself.
Josef was an ally though and for now she waited. Waited until the wolf would wait no longer. She was fairly certain that the wolf would be a difficult soul to deal with. She always made it hell for her captors, whether or not that was relevant or not in this case was yet to be seen. He did not strike her as a particularly emotional being, not someone who believed in the whole fairy tale, head over heels nonsense. Sombra? She did believe in something like that. Within her being, past the wolf’s rough exterior and inside the mind of the woman was a mind that had decided beyond all doubt or question that soul mates were real. How else could animals as primitive as wolves mate for life? How could they make such decisions without some predisposition towards that knowledge? Well…obviously they could make stupid choices, but then the species probably wouldn’t have survived so long. But wolves were successful and so she believed absolutely in monogamy and partnering for life. Perhaps that was the reason why she did not let the guard on her heart down often. She did not show interest or attraction without good reason. Why? Vulnerability, as always. The wolf grew concerned when the human made rash decisions.
She’d been sitting there for something like ten minutes but finally she rose and moved back towards the house. She was tired from the walk, something she accepted with grim recognition. On the way back she did pause, more than once and it was only when she was halfway there that she caught sight of Josef sitting on the porch. Her tongue had lulled out, an unladylike representation to be sure but it was a wolf show of wear and tear. She stood there, cobalt gaze focused on the human for several long moments before continuing towards him. The scent of whatever food he prepared wafted on the breeze, making the lupine salivate. Food did sound good. The wolf was good at consuming vast quantities…and then it enjoyed taking extensive naps a mile or so from the carcass. She was exhausted again, and that frustrated her. The wolf was annoyed – it wanted to be roaming the mountains of Montana about now, tracking a grizzly. Yeah, she enjoyed fighting bears…are you really surprised?
As soon as she arrived to stand in front of the biped, she stared up into the Syrian’s features for a moment, the cerulean blue of her gaze ticking to the warm almond hue of his for several seconds. At that point her focus turned to the meal. Eyeing it, she moved past him – back towards the bathroom where she had changed. Nudging the door closed, she morphed and dressed slowly. Sitting on top of the toilet seat her shoulders slumped and she stared lazily at her feet – zoning out for several minutes while she regained her stamina. She was waiting for her health to regain enough for her to walk without a limp. Frankly she despised looking weak. When she had decided that it was an adequate amount of time to recuperate she rose. A passing glance was cast towards the mirror. She looked…austere, hard and a bit tired. Okay, no, obviously tired. She looked exhausted in spite of herself. Healing was taking its toll.
Pulling her shirt up, she examined the portion of skin above her mending ribcage. No bump and no scar. Being a werewolf was often quite useful was it not? Tugging her shirt back down, she moved out of the bathroom down the hall and out onto the porch. Seating herself beside him she unceremoniously helped herself to a piece of potato. Biting into it, she savored the scent and the wolf relished in the flavor of the cheese. She didn’t speak at this point. What was there to say? Hmm. Nibbling on the food, she rested her elbows on her knees. ”You like to cook don’t you?” It was quietly mused, more a rhetorical question than anything else but enough to start him talking should conversation be a desire. Basically she was offering something like an olive branch, all the while knowing that that night would not be like the one before. A wild thing only stays in its cage for so long before it grows impatient…and slams against those bars.
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Post by Josef Ibn-Abad on Nov 23, 2009 11:08:16 GMT -5
"Yes." Josef replied. Perhaps his shortest answer in their time together, in the past day or so. Cooking was a creative outlet for the Syrian. Home cooked meals simply held more than exquisite tastes. They held a bit of the soul of the person that prepared them and those whom consumed the food soon understood that it was not just a ordinary meal. It held a deeper meaning. What Josef had done for Sombra, what he had done to ensure her safety. Josef but was one wolf; yet sitting next to the Alpha, in relative peace, he would have laid his life down for her. Why? What was it about Delgadillo that drew such emotions, such loyalties from Ibn-Abad. Was he a love sick puppy? By no means. She was radiant, attractive and primal.
Yet there was the other side of her, the more modest, reserved side which was rarely shown that drew on Josef as everything else did. His home had company, company that it sorely sought. Enda was occasionally around but it was only to tell the Alpha of any stray wolves wandering through New York that she encountered. He had a home, and land to himself yet no one else who wanted to share a piece of it. Did he want marriage, did he want children? No. He wanted a companion, a mate. Though the Syrian was as picky as most women were when it came to the ways of attraction. Whether Sombra filled this void or not... he just did not know. Even if she did, he was not the type to chase after women. He did not bend over backwards for one, ever. He did what he needed to do. He was an Alpha with a territory. He had responsibilities and now that the majority of his pack had vanished, up and left, he could not just go off on his own. Or could he?
"Have you thought of what you're going to do... well after you leave?" Josef asked after finishing another wedge. He did not feel like talking about cooking, though he could for hours if he wanted. He was getting the vibe that Sombra was restless, growing tired of the confines of another Alpha's home. Would he stop her from leaving now that she was getting better? Could he? No. She was her own woman. At least she would always know that Ibn-Abad was here for her should she ever need help. He could not butt into her personal life. He learned rather quickly that if Sombra wanted to say anything about her personal life, she would tell him, he could not ask. He had many questions, tat being the Syrian aspect of him. Curiosity was something that never ran low on Josef yet it was hindering.
What more could he say. What did he want to say? This was the hard part for carrying on a conversation or at least being the one designated to keep it going. When a talkative person was at a loss of words, it was more apparent to those around than what would have been picked up. He let out a light sigh, while nibbling on another potato wedge. So the impending doom that was his company, that was his equal making her leave was weighing him down more than it should have. "What is your favorite meal?" Josef suddenly asked. "If you had one day to live, what was the one meal you would want to eat?" Odd question but she had asked about him liking to cook. Perhaps if he knew her favorite meal, he would have something to prepare for that would catch her eye if and when they met again; if not for dinner tonight.
What was his mission now? Josef had to keep a hold on New York, the city simply had too much going on in terms of Vampires and Wolves to allow it to fall to hell. He had been the fiercest and most protective Alpha this territory had ever seen and yet he had needs which went unattended. He never cared for himself as other wolves had. Other wolves had pups, or children; whatever they wanted to call their offspring in the world of were's. Josef did not and felt no urge. Others had mates. He had none. Wolves had packs. His had abandoned him, whether fearing for their own lives or simply rebelling against the Syrian, one could only wonder; though should they return there would be some answering to be had. Yet in Sombra presence, whenever his gaze briefly fell to her, the complexities, the crockpot of stew that was Josef's mind, the mind that seemed so disoriented that only Josef himself was able to organize it found much needed clarity.
Odd. What did it mean? Josef did not know.
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Nov 23, 2009 15:16:20 GMT -5
Have you ever thought of what you’re going to do…well after you leave? The inquiry posed induced an amused smile to crease her lips though she was chewing at that particular moment and so finished the bite before bothering to try to think up some sort of response. Though her reply was painfully clear: I don’t know. Having finished what she was hungry for she stood long enough to stride into the grass and sprawl out – reveling in the sun’s warmth and content to simply bake in this state of lazed repose. After situating herself on her spine, staring towards the celestial body. ”I rarely plan out my days before they come to me. Most plans are the product of necessity…rather than for the sake of organizing my life.” It was said somewhat bluntly but provided added information. ”It feels much less conventional when it’s not documented.” Having said this she shrugged, dismissing her unwillingness to put herself in the boxes of a planner.
The next inquiry seemed to fit his demeanor more and she arched a brow in contemplation. It was difficult to think about food when she was no longer hungry for it because at that point nothing sounded appetizing. A small grin ticked at her features at her discovery – so simple. ”White cheese pizza with no sauce and a hand tossed crust.” His addition to the conversation however induced a laugh, and she rose on her elbow to eye him for several seconds. ”I don’t know about you, but if I knew was going to die eating would be the last thing on my mind.” Honestly she didn’t know what would be, but eating had no chance of making that short list. The wolf would probably be scrambling for a loophole to escape the inevitable oblivion of death. The human would know the futility of the search but would indulge the wolf as it often did. Caging the animal just didn’t work out peacefully. When the human denied the wolf it resulted in an implosion that the wolf usually won out and that lead to destruction, gore and injuries for Sombra.
She wasn’t one to have second thoughts about why she had lived so long. She’d been called many things – nostalgic wasn’t one of them. Sentiment was messy and lead to harm of all involved. The wolf was accustomed to the human’s down and out emotions and even was affected by the fervor that plagued her but would never be governed by such frivolities. They were only that – frivolities unnecessary for survival and the human was stupid to engage in them. Lowering herself back onto the viridian carpet of the yard, she sighed drowsily and mulled over what would probably happen when she left. The wolf would vacate the city and its uproar, seeking quieter places to find rest before stirring up more trouble. She would probably go home to California and work for a while. She had to admit she’d been missing being elbow deep in engine grease and the smell of metal and gasoline. She’d left her shop somewhat clean and locked whenever she’d left but now could not deny the aching want for “home”. Really it was probably a desire for the familiar. This had been strained and the wolf had been pacing in wait for liberation. At least in her own company she was free to do as she pleased even when harmed. At this point in life she was a prisoner of her injuries and of chivalry impressed during her healing period.
The Sombra that the world experienced and the one that Josef had encountered were two entirely different creatures. Both times she and Josef had come into contact she had been humbled by the pain of injury, the wolf guarding itself and laying low in an effort to speed the process. By the time she reached California again she would be a terror once again. Fierce and glorious to behold…from a safe distance. Get in too close and one might subject oneself to a tongue lashing and a brow beating depending on the relative offense. For instance hugging would require her to wipe the floor with the interloper. She liked her space – enemies were easier to manipulate from a certain distance, once they got in too close they were more difficult to observe and predict. The woman’s eyes were focused on the passing clouds though the day’s end was close at hand. The human realized this grimly, and felt the lupine stir and snarl in satisfaction towards the promise of the night’s romp. It would be beautiful and horrible all at once. And naturally she would appear every bit as ungrateful as one might predict a pompous elitist to be.
However untrue that was about the woman she made no move to thank him now in hopes of seeming less of a bigot wench. It was best he believe that of her. Giving others false hope about the humanity buried inside of her was nothing short of torture and she’d long given up on such illogical ploys. They generally ended in her laying face down and the wolf shaking its head in disappointment at its human counterpart.
So it was best not to invest in hope on the memory of a past self, best to accept that that identity was long gone. This was Sombra; a tempest, untamable, aggressive, intimidating, inaccessible and frigid.
I am woman. Hear me roar.
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Post by Josef Ibn-Abad on Nov 25, 2009 11:42:01 GMT -5
Pizza. Josef had never had been one to experience the different styles. The only type of pizza he had ever eaten was Pizza Huts Mushroom with extra cheese pizza. Poppa Johns and Domino's sucked in Ibn-Abads opinion and though he had heard great things about pepperoni pizza, he could not find a Pizza Hut that used Halal meat. Pity. So he had always been stuck with the exact same kind, mushroom but the white cheese with no sauce sounded unique; sounded good. Finishing off the last of his wedges, he laid back on the patio, his eyes staring up at the sky. A storm was going to be moving in. Wolves were able to tell. There was just that little extra something to the air that gave them notice.
"It's funny what people think about minutes before they are going to die. Or well, think they are going to die." He could remember his near death experience of being shot and then the attempt on his life in the hospital. "I agree, food isn't the thing people think about before death; it makes you wonder how people on death row can make such decisions. I thought about... Syria." Even though he in American and held some issues with his own culture, he was still the son of Arabian Sand. "How beautiful the sunsets are, how peaceful and tranquil the natural environment is. People have their opinions of Arabs and unfortunately their opinions are often right on the nose yet no one truly knows the natural elements of Syria. Wolves would love it." He smirked.
"So yeah, when Josef Ibn-Abad was about to die, he thought of Syrian dirt." He mocked himself aloud. At least Josef was capable of poking fun at himself. Modest, quiet, reserved, this had been the man that Sombra had seen. He had been well... the Josef most wolves had known. She had seen his wolvin form once, just once in their time together, more specifically at the first meeting. Sooner or later, the beaming wolf within would emerge, would most probably attempt to impress the Alphess. She was radiant, strong willed and determined. However, it was the human that kept the natural instincts to flirt subdued. Sombra did not seem the type to respond to flirting and frankly Josefs way of flirting was to show himself off, most probably show her what kind of man he was, both as a human and as a wolf.
"Tell me something Miss Delgadillo. Whats the closest you have ever come to death?" finding her in a heap had been pretty bad and she would have been in for a lot of hurt had Josef not found her but he assumed there had too be other occasions when she came near death. After two encounters himself, a third did not seem scary. He would either live or he would die. Still, what experiences did Sombra have. She was his equal in almost every way yet at the same time so completely different. She was unlike any other female wolf he had ever encountered.
The Syrian Wolf, so far being the only Syrian he knew of as a Were, was proud, noble while being humble and modest. He had done nothing, with the exception of the underwear buying spree to invade Sombra's modesty, or personal space. His home had been opened to her at no cost and nothing was expected in return. Ibn-Abad was just happy sharing it with an equal. Her scent would remain in his home for sometime. Even if Sombra was not here in the morning and the impending sense that she would not be crept in, it at least felt like he would have company.
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Nov 25, 2009 14:09:51 GMT -5
He made fun of himself. Smirking, she chuckled softly to herself, shaking her head in a dismissive fashion. ”Whatever floats your boat.” She was unaware of what he was thinking as per usual but he was reminiscing or contemplating – his eyes always got that dark look about them when he was musing. Although they were fairly dark to begin with. The closest I’ve come to death… She had to think on that. Why was he so intrigued with the past – she never paid it much attention unless it was about Amber. Turning away, back towards the sky she gazed up into it – thoughtfully mulling over the various instances where she had believed death imminent. Then again the answer lay in the thoughts that she constantly went over. ”I was twelve. And I was starving to death.” It was an absent, free thought and that was all she knew about death. As far as death by injury…she’d gotten hit by a car. Angry vampires and their vehicles.
Chuckling at the thought. She’d had a couple bones crushed in that incident. And it was certainly more glamorous than just starving. But starving was when she had thought she was dying or recognized it – she had been dying. What was she thinking of? Surviving. Bah. Such simple thoughts. Probably a disappointing development considering how calloused a soul she seemed to be. But she’d survived. The sun was beginning to set now – an end of another day at the Abad residence and probably her last. She was savoring the final moments of warmth that it had to offer. Unmoving for the most part, her lids lightly shut over her thoughtful eyes. For the most part though she was focused on the here and now, the wolf always keen to take on the moment when it knew its time was coming. It was gearing up for an escape. Though Sombra was fairly certain Josef knew she was going to leave. The wolf wasn’t quite as sneaky as it thought.
Though sneaky was definitely not the goal. It did what it had to do, that is all. But being home sounded good at this point. There was freedom in home. Slowly, she stretched, pulling her arms over her head and cautiously testing her ribs. They were sore…but there was no excruciating pain. The lupine was satisfied with its progress and Sombra ceased to move as though she was a fragile doll. Sitting up, she propped herself on her palms and glanced over at him. He was calm as usual and didn’t seem to be the sort her wolf would enjoy taunting. Or was he? Whatever the case was she kept the lupine in check – he had rendered himself credit in performing such services for her – housing and clothing. Grateful though she was Sombra would not continue to be a burden for much longer – she could not stand the sensation. It was enough to make her stomach turn over in discomfort. Though any good host would deny she was such a thing, she herself probably would have been frustrated with having to babysit for so long. Ah well, I wouldn’t fret yourself Josef, won’t be long now.
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Post by Josef Ibn-Abad on Nov 29, 2009 10:41:00 GMT -5
Night had befallen the homestead and instead of getting ready for bed. Josef was up. He wanted too be up. Much like a dog before the oncoming storm, Ibn-Abad was uneasy, untired, unwavering as he sat in the recliner. Much like a domesticated dog felt the distant thunder approaching, Josef felt Sombra nearly ready to leave; whether or not she was outwardly showing the signs, he could feel it. The tension between the two wolves had risen slightly, though not the type of tension that would have the two rolling across the ground exchanging vicious blows. This was subtle. It was mysterious. He stretched slightly, though he sat in relative silence, his eyes resting shut. He was simply listening. Moments earlier the Syrian had checked in with Enda, she was reporting more wolves had been seen entering New York but were quick to leave.
When she meant more wolves, she usually met a pack of strays. Josef's scent was on key access points to the City and it scared off most wolves, those who stayed took notice to not try anything too stupid. It was good to be King. Quietly he stood, Sombra in some unknown area of the house and quietly stripped down. He folded his clothes tucked them to the other side of the recliner and shifted. The mutt like coloring was almost apparent from the beginning as were his yellow eyes. His shift took a much quicker tone than most wolves, Alpha's natural strength allowed for it. Where as Enda too nealy ten full minutes to complete her's, Josef was done in a minute... tops. His tail waged back and forth, his for-limbs stretched forward, his body pulled back, popping the last few notches in his back free.
It had been too long since his last shift. Ibn-Abad simply stayed in his human form with Sombra around as to not catch her off guard, obviously but in case any Feds came sniffing around, they did not get mauled. Being in human form, Josef was capable of controlling his wolf but when in his wolvin form, the Wolf was much more free. Often times any threats he picked up, he acted first. Josefs wolf would not have liked anyone coming around, anyone coming near an injured Sombra. He sat on his hind legs, his ears whipping around, taking in the sounds that occurred outside, as well from inside his home.
Walking quietly, he peeked down the hall before casting his body clear out. If Sombra wanted too leave, she would have too step over him. Unlike most wolves who viewed their wolf and their human as two separate entities in one body, Josef did not. He was one with his wolf. Anyone who did not understand this complex nature were not wolves themselves. Sure he referred too himself as two people, but in his opinion, the wolf only enhanced the feelings the human already possessed, or hid them away depending on human nature. Tomorrow would be a new day, still, he had gotten use to Sombras arrivals in New York; albeit surprise arrivals. First in the park, then in the alley. Would he see her again? Probably not.
Still, Josef lay, awaiting Sombra too pass. If she was ever in New York, Josef would be there. The wolf would ensure that the events of the alley way never befell her and whomever laid their hands in such a way on the Alphess would be found and dealt with... cruely. He was Josef Ibn-Abad. He was the Alpha of New York.
No one broke his damn rules.
No one.
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Nov 30, 2009 1:18:20 GMT -5
There was a tangible aura about the place now as night befell the city of New York. The air was crisp – alive and awake with all the night critters that would make this evening a game for their leisurely wants. That in itself beckoned the she-wolf, dared her even, to go out and to mingle with the darkness…to immerse herself in it until the white form became as black as the night it swam in. There was restlessness in werewolves, always when in civil circumstances and social situations beyond that of wolves and other creatures. Sombra had moved back into the folds of the house, now completely fighting every instinct within her being. It was growing near time…
Time to leave and to go home. Home, what a vague subject…was Delgadillo ever really home? Doubtful. She was never satisfied and found the world as she knew it so disappointing it was nearly a heartbreak to endure it. At every turn and around every corner was yet another failure, not always beyond her, mind you but there was a failure and a loss…and the pain that accompanied such things. She had sat down on the living room couch and slowly lay down. Her fingers were moving methodically over each curve of each rib, feeling for a bump or trace of the disconnects that had been there earlier. The skin had healed quickly but the interior damage was more difficult to judge.
Cautiously she stretched, pulling her arms over her head and stretching – pulling her ribcage and easing the muscles around thoughtfully. All felt well, almost loose even and she was pleased with how it went – how clean the wolf healed itself. Ah mother nature. A quiet smile curled her lips in pleasure. At that point Sombra ceased to be docile, she ceased to be calm and meek…she ceased to be a great many things. She was the Alpha female, the dominant one and that gaze…It is very difficult to describe just how her eyes changed. They always held that fierce, roaring dignity but as she came more into the mold of what she generally was – the domineering creature that roamed the wilderness without fear or regard for where her path lead her.
The goal was not the issue – the journey, that was worth paying attention. Rising slowly she gazed quietly down at the gifts that Josef had offered her, a brow ticking at just how inappropriate they were and yet she had accepted them so easily. Strange. But the Alpha would not allow such things. Her nostrils flared and as she listened to the sound of Josef’s bones cracking – something she had a keen awareness for, Sombra tugged his shirt over her head and slid out of the pants, folding both neatly but with the speed of a modest soul – she had been brazen but would not tempt danger. Setting them gently on the back of the couch, she turned with impressive speed, all things considering, and stood in the den for some moments, black nostrils quivering as the pondered the escape.
It was then that she meandered past the sofa and turned the corner to stare down the hall. There laying sprawled across the exit was Mr. Abad. Well, a wolf Abad but it was the Syrian nonetheless. He was a quirky colored lupine but she had no prejudices as far as wolves went. Coloration well that hardly mattered. But it made sense that he would be different. Josef Abad was an interesting character, one whose mannerisms were rivaled by none that the she-wolf had met. But that did not change the fact that she was not home here nor did it calm her defiance. She was herself as always. Nearly snarling at the aspect of him posing the inquiry; do you dare leave before my very eyes? The lupine within Sombra was agape with laughter – of course she dared. Clearly she was the sort who did as she damn well pleased. If that didn’t sit right with him then…too bad, so sad. Shaking her skull in an elegant toss, she broke into an abrupt trot but had gained enough speed to be at a decent lope before she reached him at which point she leapt, ever so daintily over and proceeded to bound towards the fence.
What happened next was nothing if not predictable – she extended her strides to that cool eighty miles an hour and cleared the barrier. Can anyone say “what fence?!” Sombra was headed home. Back to California. Back where the sun shone and the people had gaps between them…One thing that she had found she had in common with the Big Apple – neither she nor it ever slept.
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