Whoevers in new england... (Sombra)

[mercer]

Location: Maine .... Baxter State Park.

The ground was wet and smelled of the rain that had just passed through, and there was more still to come. The trees swayed in the wind from the approaching storm, creating that soothing music that only the rustling of leaves can make. The forest itself was just turning dark, the sun just going down on the other side of the gloomy dark storm clouds. Mike stood in the middle of the trees, not as himself but as his russet timber wolf. He stood there, panting, he had run for quite some time, though only in a circle. He could see his SUV, sitting a few yards away, his clothing was folded up and on the driver seat where he had left it before the change.

He had needed to get away from the city, away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and it was his day off, so he was here. He plopped down on the wet forest floor, his fur wet from running in the rain and his tongue lolled out as he panted. Melanie was home, studying or something, she had not wanted to join him, and for that he was actually grateful. He was happy to have some alone time to think about everything that he had been going through and such. Like Kerin, and the new pack.

He rolled over onto his side when his mind went o Kerin, that pretty vampire whom he was so happy he had met. Melanie thought it was wrong, a vampire and a werewolf, too… sappy and Romeo and Juliet ish for her. He huffed out a breath of air and then rolled onto his back, thoroughly getting his fur dirty. ’maybe it is wrong… you know? Dating a vampire…’ He thought to himself, and he wasn’t sure, he had no clue. What was the protocol here? He didn’t know so he was just going with the flow. And so far, it was going okay.

As for the new pack, he wasn’t sure about that whole situation either.. Though the dinner had been… interesting… to say the least. He rolled his golden wolf eyes, his wolf inside of him panted in silence, happy to be able to run. But happy with this chance to rest as well. Mike was thirsty, he jumped to his feet quickly, and then ran off again, towards the lake this time, for a few sips of some of that fresh lake water. He then suddenly came to a stop, he had heard something, and it wasn’t all the noise he himself had been making. He froze, sniffed the air and looked around… searching for whatever it was that made that noise….

Count: 446
Lyrics: Nickelback
Credit: Mercer
Notes:
hope you like

[*sombra delgadillo]

In retrospect, one might venture that Sombra was the sort that got around and traveled quite a bit. Then again, to experience the mindset of the lone wolf was an all new experience...It was to be surrounded but always solitary, nothing to be said about kindred spirits. There was no such thing. She had known something of attachment, her family as much a clan as any...but that was an old life, she told herself as she topped the rise. Granted, it was a simple grassy knoll and nothing much of an acheivement. Somehow that hardly mattered to the immaculate lupine. The vessel skirted the vegetation in a poised, undoubtedly feminine way despite the calculation that was placed in each motion. It was a predator vagrance, one that illustrated forethought and yet the feral wild eyed expression still lingered in the cobalt pools. The lofty location of the wolf's fur about its nape indicated apprehension as well as aggression, but apparently it was under some sort of control, the beast harnessed by an internal sense of reasoning.

So the beast wasn't really a monster, but a lady? Perhaps that was taking it a bit far. Sombra had not qualified as a lady or woman in her opinion since...she stopped being human. It was difficult to stomach what she had become, and at the same time there were days she was certain that without the added genes she would have surely perished. Yet she lived, or at least existed. There was a fine line between the two, and if asked Sombra would probably deny that she enjoyed her existance. It was simply being. Not to get particularly technical, but that was the truth...cold and simple. Moreover, since that time there were times she was certain she would spend her life in solitude..Not to get all poetic and infuriating, but to be bland, she was lonely. Who wouldn't be? Wandering from place to place without knowledge or care as to where exactly the present was or what the future held. It was a bleak way of living. But that was neither here nor there. Obviously she was disinterested in sympathy, she didn't talk about it. To anyone at any given point. To feel was weakness that the wolf would not tolerate. This was life. It was cold. It was hunger. It was pain. The soul purpose was survival, forget friends, love or hope. They were ideas thought up to comfort the weak into believing they had something to live for. At this point, she was uncertain if she truly believed in what the wolf thought, but it was so carefully woven into her consciousness that any alternative paled in comparison.

There was no evidence to support a better way to explain herself. Not that she was pleased with the present but really...there was nothing else.

Musings had been cut short, the abrupt scent of something vaguely familiar slicing through her subconscious and rooting itself in a past the only scarcely was ever visited. But this was worth the prehistoric search...who was it. Someone I know. Fear and excitement waylaid the young female, lobes ascending though internally the wild one chastised her for the arrival of hope. Hope for what? That this stranger was not an enemy? Hardly a blessing. Sombra made a strong refusal, the biped within baring down upon the primitive creature with her own stern glare. My life will not be totally ruined just yet. It was a firm resolve. Interest stirred, her inquisitive side peaked through the haze within. It couldn't possibly be him. Even the human Sombra was unwilling to trust that much of a hope. One of the few creatures that ever coaxed such enthusiasm. A cautious "woof" sounded huskily, more questioning than inviting. A wolf representation of Mike?. He had not yet come into her line of sight, but she hoped he was there all the same. Hope. That's new. She didn't sit down, no, she was looking for him. Lobes descended meekly, nostrils quivering , slightly marred countenance turned first one way then the next. Sombra was given sometimes to the deepest desires of her heart, mostly in sleep...and then they were gone. Was it so wrong to want companionship?

Let's hope not.

[mercer]

He stood on all fours, his golden eyes searching the area around him then the scent was there. He shook his head, and then… ”woof” He froze again, took a sniff and the scent was still there. That familiar scent that he stored deep in his memory, that scent that he rarely smelled, but knew all too well. Sombra… He felt himself smile inside, and the wolfs lips curled back from his front teeth, in what to anyone else would look like a mean and menacing gesture, but for those who knew how to read the body language of wolves, would know it as a smile. He then ran, ran towards the scent of that long lost friend he had not seen in years.

He slid into a stop, throwing leaves and dust into the air as he crouched low to the ground to keep his footing. He looked at the wolf standing there. His own wolf’s interests peek incredibly. They had not met for a while. It had been a long time really. He didn’t even remember if the last time they had met he had been a wolf. It was so long ago… his memory was failing already and he was not that old, it was sad and it angered him at the same time that so much time had gone between the two of them seeing each other. It was wrong. He looked at her, lowered his head and whimpered a little. It would be odd to turn into a human right here… his clothes were back in his car… but he didn’t want her to leave… he didn’t want to scare her away. He missed her so.

He knew it was her though, stealing a glance at her while he kept his head bowed, he was the one who came to her, so he would let her make the first move. He was trying hard not to be over whelming, but in his wolf form, he was a large wolf. Bigger than Melanie, but she still had a little growing up to do. But he was still a decent size for a wolf. He lowered his tail, ears and eyes to the ground. He knew she would know him, he knew her, but he would let her get comfortable with him first. Many years had gone by and he was not sure if this would be a smooth meeting or not. He did not want to rock the boat in either direction, especially the not so smooth direction. Melanie would be pleased to know that Sombra was still alive and well… Mike smiled a little again and he couldn’t keep his tail from wagging slightly…

Count: 447
Lyrics: Nickelback
Credit: Mercer
Notes:
Sorry it's taken so long. But I am trying hard to get ahead again.

[*sombra delgadillo]

Both individuals seemed utterly certain of the other’s identity, the keen air of excitement that fluttered about the feral canines was nearly tangible. A quiet crunch, the leaves below her pads not cooperating with her obvious desire for silence, and the she-wolf was poised on the ridge. The sleek narrowing of her spine forming an arc of intense investigation. Her lobes descended, pressing to her skull with uncertainty. Turning one last time, a quiet smirk endowed him even though his features were slightly vague through the distance that greeted them.

So close and yet so far away. How long had it been? Years. Years back when he was just turned they had had a small run in, but the days that Sombra recalled the best were when she was the only freak in their company, and that was she. He did not deserve this life. She honestly doubted anyone did. But some grew to know it far better than others. He seemed to still resist it, to despise what he was or treat it like a disease and with that same caution. This in the face of Sombra’s complete embrace. She was an animal, feral and cruel but at ease within the familiar.

Making her way down the ravine, he appeared suddenly and seemingly out of the blue, careening to a halt in time to throw all earthly objects in her general direction. Stifling a grunt as she jumped away from the shrapnel. There was hesitance in his stance, something that threw her off and induced tension in the beast that governed her at present. The submissive pose that the werewolf adopted induced some relief. Her approach was somewhat less meek, nostrils quivering with suspicion though the human was practically squealing for him.

It was somewhat comical to watch him try to appear small. For such a large wolf it would have surely been a feat. He did receive points for trying though, the immaculate she-wolf seeming absolutely elegant and poised as she grew near. The creature was beautiful and undeniably stunning…though these remarkable traits were overshadowed – as usual – by the dominating presence of someone vaguely hostile. Peering down at him, the intensity of her cerulean gaze honed down upon her subject, a lobe twitching with intrigue. The end result of his efforts were as he would want him. The effeminate creature a mere foot from him when she finally did come to a final halt.

The tip of her tail flicked with recognition, placid stare warming as much as it ever did though the smooth moisture of her tongue was allowed to flick over his cheek in both reassurance and greeting. It was this sort of odd behavior that made it difficult to read Sombra. She was a creature that did not often fit the mold. Stepping perhaps a few inches closer, she crouched to nose at his features. Hello. It was an animal greeting, true, but not lacking in character.

Having finished with the formality, her hindquarters abruptly bunched beneath her – launching her delicate figure towards him. This of course might prove detrimental to his health or even hers if he responded in a violent manner. However, the excitement in the human made her bolder, a friendly bark sounding as she would presumably crash into him, bawling him over and over as they tumbled in the vegetation. Perhaps it was an immature act…who cared.