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Post by Fallen on Sept 5, 2012 16:20:21 GMT -5
Focused completely on the lycan, the sabre-lion did not realize that the human had grabbed a branch with a jagged end and was hading right towards him. He had pulled back, licking his chops before lunging downard at the wrong time. Just as Remus had jabbed, the pointed branch punctured the monsters neck deeply from both forces. It reared onto its back legs, forelimbs clawing the wind for a brief moment then his neck, trying to pull the branch out. Blood started to seep from around the branch, the lion producing a gurgling growl while clawing off chunks of hair trying to get the branch.
V lay on the ground bloody and beaten, her chest rising and falling rapidly, mismatched eyes watching the sight unfurl before her. She thought that the monster would end her life then, grateful for the man for making such a couragous decision, putting himself in danger to help her. They shifted to the struggling beast, watching it claw at the branch and moving in circles in an effort to get the branch out. Little did it know that it would be causing more damage by pulling it out. Suddenly her eyes grew wide as it turned around and charged, heading right towards the man. No! She thought, it couldn't, the fight was almost over. Taking a deep breath she roared as loud as she could, a sign for the man to jump out of the way but it was too late. By time she had pushed herself onto all fours and roared the beast was upon him.
(( Sorry for this little PP moment, you said it was okay if he got hit/thrown then blacked out. ))
The sabre-lion pulled an arm to his chest then swept outwards and struck the man with enough force to send him flying a few feet. With that V had thrown herself onto the creatures head and clawed his eyes up to where they were useless along with his ears, causing the monster to crash into a tree. Within seconds she leaped off the sabre-lion and watched as a clawed hand grabbed the branch ripped the branch out and throwing it into the darkness. This action caused blood to pour from his wound, soon it would be the end for him since he had lost quite some blood already from the gashes V put in his back.
The silver lycan splotched with red stood tall on her back legs with arms to her sides, blue and golden eyes watching the life drain from the beast before her. Her chest rose and fell deeply, not rapid but a bit faster than normal as she breathed heavily. With a heavy sigh her head turn and feel upon the man's body laying still a couple feet away.
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 5, 2012 17:25:36 GMT -5
Quite surprised that his sneak attack had actually worked, Remus was thrown back some by the force at which the beast had jerked away from the source of the stab. He balanced himself quickly and watched as the lion tried to pull the branch out. Apparently it wasn’t all that intelligent a being since it thought that pulling out the wood imbedded in its neck would help. Blood was already seeping out around the edges of the stab wound so Remus could only assume that his marksmanship was accurate. His elation at being able to help out the she-wolf was short lived when he watched as the lion beast turned towards him. He had a very unhappy feeling about it. The animal was much too fast for him to react to and he could only watch as it charged towards him. It was as though everything was in slow motion. He could see the movements of the beast clearly; however, Remus’s body lacked the coordination to do anything about it. Quickly though, he felt the intense weight of the lion’s arm against his chest. His breath was blown out of him at the force of the blow mixed with his pain sensors going wild. He didn’t have to worry about the pain too much though since he blacked out midway through his temporary flight; quick enough though that he missed his body crashing into the ground, bouncing off with his limbs looking like they belonged to a rag doll. His body finally came to a half on his back; one arm sprawled above his head with another perpendicular to his side. His face was bruised and cut from the ground, shirt partially torn to reveal a purple blotch forming from where he had been hit; a large cross like scar showing underneath. The oddest part about his body at the moment was not that he was still breathing after such an assault, but discoloration of all of his visible veins. Instead of the pale blue-ish purple that normal humans were, they pulsed darker until black and then faded, pulsing quickly to gold. If his pulse were to have been taken during, it would be noted that his heart rate had increased from dangerously low, to near perfect. His shallow breathing turned into a respiratory cycle that you might find if someone was merely asleep. If anything, this odd reaction to being injured could only mean that he definitely was not entirely human. ((I have no problem with power plays if they are agreed upon. =] also, his scar doesn’t quite look like that. I’ll have to draw it and post it later.))
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Post by Fallen on Sept 6, 2012 15:55:35 GMT -5
V wasn’t sure of what she was feeling at the moment, it was a jumble of different emotions. As she stood thee looking to the man’s body she was sure she could identify the feelings. Anger, for not being able to do as much damage as she wanted to the beast. Fear that he might have been seriously injured from the blow, it didn’t look like it on the outside but who knows what happened to his insides, she couldn’t exactly see through his body. The third was relief, relief that the sabre-lion was finally dead and they didn’t have to worry about it anymore and that the man was, in a way, safe now from that danger. She was worried though because he just lay there, didn’t more an inch or mutter a single word.
The silver lycan moved towards him at a moderate speed, paws gliding over the earth, arms lightly swaying with her legs as she came upon the man. She stopped just inches from him, crouching down, mismatched eyes looking over his body for injuries. The rain seemed to be nonexistent from when she was standing to when she walked over, just now returning to her ears, a pleasant sound.
From the looks of it he didn’t seem to have any broken limbs, that was good. There were some cuts here and there along with bruising and a… she looked again to a bruise forming on his chest, but it wasn’t the bruise she was looking at. She moved closer for a better look, lifting a clawed hand and touching an odd cross-like scar, she never seen such a mark and it made her a little curious. Her gaze slide from that to the veins under his skin, her eyes narrowed in confusion for they weren’t the normal greenish-blue coloring humans have but darker, pulsing to a gold.
She shook her head with a light growl of confusion then looked to his face with her clawed hands moving his arms to his side then slid her arms under his knees and his back and lifted him up. In this form she could handle his weight with no problem but her injuries was giving her some trouble, it was like a human holding a dog that was heavy enough that they had to pull their upper body back because it was hurting their back. Her fur clung to her muscled and beaten body, the rain mixing with her blood and causing droplets to fall onto the man in her arms. In no time she was off, breathing a bit heavy as she ran through the forest looking for some sort of shelter.
-1 hour Later-
V had found a cave big enough to fit four of her laying down in any direction, it was the best she could find as fast as she could because she was already severely drained from the fight with the sabre-lion. She took care of the man before herself, cleaning his cuts with the fresh rain water and using a mix of leaves and moss to make a pillow for him and set him in the back of the cave where he would be safest. If anything tried attacking them then she would be in the entrance to protect him. Once finished with him she found some dry sticks and small branches laying in the cave and was able to make a small fire, not too close to the man but close enough to keep him warm. Once that was done she then tended to herself, going outside in the rain and cleaning the blood from her fur and cuts.
(( When he wakes up V won’t be there. ))
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 6, 2012 19:51:40 GMT -5
It was dark, dark and cold. There was something wet and warm on his chest. Eyes looking down, he found red splattered across his naked chest; freshly carved flesh shadowed in the dim lighting. He felt weak, so tired. Trying to sit up, the pain from his chest was too great and he fell back. There was no noise he found, even as he felt the vibrations of his throat making sound, he could not here it. Then if felt like he couldn’t move at all; something forcing its way into his body. His left hand reached out, though he did not move it and grasped hold of something cold and hard. He saw it glint in the low light. His right arm came into view now and he wanted to look away, he wanted to stop. His body would not listen to his commands though, even as the glinting knife bit into his forearm. It dig deep and red blood rushed out into the air in warm pools. He struggled, trying to break free of whatever was controlling him, but to no avail. He knew that this wasn’t real. This was not happening. He wasn’t here before, was he? His mind worked and pushed and tried to rationalize with everything; trying to block out the pain. -~- Remus bolted up, breathing heavily. He didn’t even take in his surroundings before looking at his arms and his chest, feeling them and seeing the scars. He gulped down, trying to calm his frantic mind, trying to take away the fear that had consumed him from whatever nightmare he had just witnessed. Was that really what had happened to him? He couldn’t be sure and would try not to think about it anymore. Instead, the white haired man looked down at his chest again and saw the bruising. It then made its way into his mind that he was very sore. Blinking some, he looked around. He was in a cave, a good sized one at that. There was no she-wolf in sight, though there was a nice fire lit somewhat close to him. He noticed the pillow of moss and leaves he had been laying on and wondered why she would have gone and done that for him. Apparently they had survived, or at least he had. Wondering where the lycanthrope was, Remus moved closer to the fire, not wanting to get up, but preferring to dry off some more. His jeans were still damp, though his shirt was more dry than not. He had no idea how long he had been out, but it didn’t seem to have affected his mental capacity any. Still he was thinking, ever thinking. Even in the back of his mind he was figuring out mathematical equations that really had no effect on him what so ever. Alas, there was no way he could figure to stop it.
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Post by Fallen on Sept 7, 2012 16:09:47 GMT -5
Sometime during the night V had shifted to her wolf form and got some sleep, only about four to five hours to let her body heal the wounds she had received. Being a lycan, she had regeneration which was where her wounds healed at a faster rate than humans. So, by time she woke from her sleep the small cuts she had healed right up along with the bruising as if they weren’t even there just hours ago.
She sat in the cave entrance looking out into the forest with mismatched eyes. The cave looked to be carved out of a small mountain, a couple feet of open space between it and the forest. A cool breeze blew through the open space, leaking into the cave and caused V to close her eyes and take in a deep breath of the cool air that made her fur sway and even went down to the skin that made her shiver, she liked that feeling.
Sitting there she thought about that night, just wandering around then coming across the man, talking to him then that beast appearing. She opened her eyes, thinking about it made her realize that she was getting rusty with her fighting. She would need to start working out again to get herself back into shape. Bleh, she would have to plan out when she would start and figure out what she would be doing in the next couple of days. Her stomach suddenly grumbled, with a sigh she shook her head with a small smile and pushed herself up onto all four limbs and walked out int he open space to find something they could eat.
Coming back from a successful hunt she saw that the man was awake, stopping at the entrance when she saw him sitting by the fire. ”Your up just in time, I got us breakfast." She lifted up both her arms, in her left hand she held two squirrels and two mice while the other had three decent sized fish. "How are you feeling?"
She wasn’t in her wolf or lycan form, instead, V stood there as a human. She was about 6 feet, lean build, made to be fast and strong. Her skin was pale under the black leggings and oversized t-shirt she wore -having found them on a hanging line of a house on the edge of the forest-, her skin was lighter for her scars that poked out from under her sleeves and collar. From the looks of it, she seemed to look around her 20’s, the exact age she didn’t know, she lost track long ago and so told people she was as old as she looked. She had long smooth silver hair that came down to midway of her back with angled bangs covering her golden eye.
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 8, 2012 0:08:29 GMT -5
Remus was running his fingers through his hear when he heard the crunch of something stepping inside of the cave. He looked up, hand still on his head to find a rather attractive women standing there, holding a variety of dead animals. When she spoke, he figured her to be the lycanthrope from earlier. He also knew because he could see the scars that were barely visible over the edges of the baggy shirt that she was wearing. Her eyes were also the same
mismatched colors as the wolf’s that he had met earlier. He smiled when she mentioned food, though it looked a bit tired. He was sure to have missed calls when he got home. Whenever he didn’t come into work, one of his coworkers would always check up on him. It was strange, but he put up with it.
“Thank you.” He said to her simply before looking around and found a stick on the ground. Reaching over, he grabbed it and held it over the fire, though not close enough to have it catch fire. He wanted the stick a little cleaner before he stuck one of the animals on it. He glanced up at her when she asked how he was feeling. He pondered over the question for a moment, actually trying to think of how he was feeling. “Sore and tired.” He finally settled on that but then looked at the girl with a curious expression. “You seem to have healed up rather nicely. I assume then that you are not still injured, correct?” It was his way of asking if she was alright as well. His frame of speech was odd for a human of this day and age, along with the fact that he wasn’t really sure how to act around her. She had saved his life in a way and he had saved her from even more of a beating from the lion beast. He wasn’t sure if that constituted them as friends or just acquaintances with a bond from a shared fight. Alas, maybe he was over thinking things.
Patting the ground for her to sit by the fire, he wondered if she would eat the meat raw as a wolf would or if she preferred it cooked. The female lycanthrope was a curious specimen that he had never come in contact with before. She was part wild carnivore and part human, which part ruled more he wasn’t sure of. He wouldn’t ask either, his worry of being rude too high. Generally he didn’t think much about his words embarrassing someone or sounding mean, but he felt like he owed the female a little more thought. It also didn’t help that he didn’t know her name.
((Yea, I'm exhausted right now so excuse me if this post is a little jumbled.))
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Post by Fallen on Sept 8, 2012 9:50:23 GMT -5
(( It's okay, don't worry about it. ^_^ ))
When V had got there the man looked tired, that she expected seeing as last night was pretty rough and he didn't really have a nice comfortable bed to sleep in. With his thank you she nodded and stepped into the cave, the ground cool against her bare feet till she got to the small fire where the ground was warmer. She sat down across from him, legs crossed and setting the animals down besides her, she already gutted them while she was out so all they needed to do was put them over the fire for a bit before eating.
When it came to food, V could eat it whether raw or cooked. In human form she preferred food cooked because it settled with her stomach better. In her wolf or lycan form he would eat things raw since wild wolves and lycans could do so, their stomachs could handle it since they don't really have hands to start a fire to cook their meals.
”Sore and tired, that's no surprise after last night.” She said, looking around the cave for another stick then reaching over and grabbing it once she found one and held it over the fire like he had. She looked up to him when he asked if she was not injured anymore since it looked like she healed up nicely. ”My kind have regeneration, we heal much faster than humans. Small cuts heal up in minutes, larger ones, depending on how big and deep they are take a few hours. Things like broken limbs can take a day or two depending on how much rest we get. I'm lucky that all I got was a few scratches and bruises and not any broken bones.”
She picked up both squirrels and a fish and handed it to the man, he would give more to him because she was sue he was hungry and it was a little gift from her for him saving her from that nasty bite the sabre-lion was going to give her. She didn't need a lot of food, she could function just fine with a little food so that's why she took the two mice and the other fish.
”V,” she said, sticking both mice onto the stick and holding it out over the fire. ”I didn't give you my name back there before that beast came. My name's V.” It was a rather odd name to have but that's what she gave to those who knew her, only people who really became close with her got to know her true name and why she uses V with acquaintances when it sometimes reminds her of bad days.
”Do you come from the town that's nearby?” She asked, looking across the fire to him with a little curiosity. She only went there once in awhile to get a job for a bit to get clothing and supplies for trips far from this place but she hadn't been there recently. She didn't really like going there either, where ever she went the people would stare at her and stay away from the female, there was just something they didn't like about her.
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 8, 2012 15:26:06 GMT -5
“Ah, I thought that your species had special regenerative abilities. It seems like it would be quite useful.” He commented with an intrigued look in his tone. He appreciated the explanation that she gave him about the healing ability. He had read about it in a book sometime before, but of course he couldn’t be too sure how accurate the information was. It had nearly been an antique; the archaic writing had to be translated before he could properly understand everything in it. That had been back when he was desperate to find out his lineage. He took the food that she handed him, not debating the amount. He wasn’t sure he was hungry enough for all of it, but he was indeed hungry; his stomach growling at the sight of possible foods. He carefully stabbed both of the squirrels through with his stick, putting the fish on last. He held them over the fire, flames licking the bottom of the dead animals. He rotated the stick ever so slightly, trying to go for an even heating throughout. He wasn’t as finicky as many were, especially because he knew what could happen if you did not cook meat thoroughly enough. He was too hungry to particularly care and it didn’t faze him all that much. His incongruous eyes were latched onto the now cooking meat, though they looked up at the woman sitting across from him when she spoke. He was slightly confused at first until he realized that she was introducing herself. V, was apparently her name though Remus figured it was some sort of nickname. He figured that it would be impolite if he didn’t reciprocate the introduction, so he tried to be polite about it. “It is a pleasure to meet you V. I am Remus O’Conaill.” He gave her his first and last name, not seeing any reason not to. He wondered if she would find his name odd, especially due to its meaning. She then asked him if he lived in the town nearby. He continued turning the makeshift spit and answered her. “I work in the research department of the small university there, but I wasn’t born there if that is what you mean.” He considered it a rather thorough answer. He wasn’t one who would lock up who he was and not tell anyone that asked. He was rather socially inept though, so many times even if he tried to be polite it came off as odd or rude. “I haven’t ever seen you around before so I am guessing that you do not live there yourself.” He added on, one eyebrow quirking slightly.
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Post by Fallen on Sept 9, 2012 10:03:59 GMT -5
She smirked at his words and gave a nod of her head at his words, turning her stick around slowly. ”It is, but I am still vulnerable to silver. If I were to get injured by a silver weapon, even a small cut, it would take longer to heal. Same goes with Vampires, get cut by one of them and it takes awhile, for both my kind sometimes need to get a certain salve to rub on our wounds because there are times where they won't heal up.” Silver, he probably knew that. All lycans and werewolves were severely allergic to it, against the skin was cause a terrible rash ad if left there long enough it would start to burn the skin. If it got into the blood stream or punctured an organ, then a lycan was pretty much done for unless taken to a specialist, a witch, somebody who knew about the lycan race and had spells and such to dispel it from the body. Vampires were quite an opponent, just as strong and smart as a lycan, but lycans usually always beat them in close quarter combat.
She kinda stared at him in thought, Remus O'Conaill. From what she knew about the names, not that she studied that kind of stuff, she came across it in books and people, Remus was the brother of Romulus, the founder of Rome, who were nursed by a she-wolf. O'Conaill, was Irish for “Strong as a Wolf.” That was all she knew about them, if she was right then good for her, if not then oh well, she didn't really care about the meaning of names. In her life there was no need to, you were given a name and you went on with that name.
V sat there turning and turning the stick, watching the mice start to darken. She made sure not to zone out, keeping herself listening to the man continue to talk. When he mentioned working in a research department her head snapped up, metallic blue eye staring at him intensely with the golden one peeking through between the strands of hair that made up her bangs.
Now, he could of meant research as in looking up information of the university on various things but when she she heard it it reminded of her past. ”What kind of research?” She growled, her lips pulling back like they would if she was a wolf, staring at him with an intense gaze. It reminded her of that “research department” that was looking at how “gifted” people acted differently from normal humans, and what they could do with that gift. The things they did to her and the people there... if she ever saw any of their faces she would make them suffer a slow and very, very painful death. That moment she snapped a look at him she instantly looked back down at her food, pulling it out of the fire and bringing it to her mouth before biting off the mouse's head rather violently. She sat there chewing with an clearly irritated look on her face, with a turn of her head her bangs fell into place to block her expression from Remus.
”No, I don't live there. I live in the forest, once in awhile going into town but even then I try staying out of sight... The people don't like me. Just like anywhere else... I don't blame em.” She mumbled the last part, pulling the mouse's body off the stick and taking a bite out of the stomach and chewed it slowly, leaving a moment of awkward silence between the two. I guess you could say she sort of had a little reputation there, most of the women didn't like her and were frightened of her, warning their children to watch out for the silver hair girl and wolf with different eyes and to stay away. The men were frightened but they kept a respectful distance and talk about her. She doubted that he heard the whispering, seeing as he didn't run or try getting away from her when he saw her in the forest last night. The people didn't know V's name, just knew her as either the silver haired girl or wolf with different eyes, coming in once in awhile to do some work for money or being a fighter in the “dog fights” that went on. She was a good fighter, never pulling dirty moves unless the opponent did, and having a habit of tiring them out before killing them slowly. She couldn't help it.
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 9, 2012 14:46:39 GMT -5
Yes, Remus did believe that he remembered something about lycanthropes and werewolves being allergic, or sensitive to silver. He wasn’t quite sure of why that was that case. There were explanations in the books that he had read, however they didn’t make a whole lot of sense to him. It seemed so odd that something similar to magic could exist. It wasn’t that it was beyond his mental capacity, but he found it so different from the scientific background that he had immersed himself in. After his mention of the research department, Remus noticed how V looked at him. She obviously didn’t like that. She asked him what kind, a growl behind her words. It was curious how she reacted, making Remus believe that she had been the subject of research. He knew that research on those like lycanthropes was done, though he took no part in it and as far as he knew, neither did the university that he worked for. He didn’t comment on her reaction and it didn’t really seem to faze him. Her past was really none of his business and though he generally found himself to be socially inept, he knew better than to pry into someone’s past unless they offered it up first. He was the same way. Remus didn’t like to talk about how his mother treated him or the way that he was picked on in school. He didn’t want to talk about the psychiatrists that he had to see and the mental institute he had been sent to a few years back. He found that he was looked poorly at if others knew of his past and he didn’t like it. It wasn’t the fact that he was treated as different that bothered him, though. It was the fact that it made his work harder to do. It wasn’t easy to work with a group of people if they avoided you. “It’s mainly mathematic formulas, though lately I have been working on a biological substance that is water proof and lighter than what is on the market now. Occasionally the language department asks me for help with some ancient texts as well.” He shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal, though in reality for someone to be working on that vast of topics they must have been smart. He was very young to be doing all this as well. He knew multiple languages, though some he only knew snippets of. Remus was also very skilled in math with a PHD and knew a great deal about biochemistry, even earning a degree in it fairly recently. He was a fast track learner and a genius, having been offered jobs by many prestigious universities. He found that they were less eager after finding out about his history though. All still wanted to keep him nonetheless, but he felt more comfortable traveling there on occasion than living in a larger community. The smell of cooking meet swam up to Remus’s nose and as he inhaled the scent, his stomach rumbled in hunger. They looked cooked enough and so he pulled them away from the fire. He didn’t take a bite right away and gingerly poked the fish until he thought that it was to the right temperature. Pulling a small piece off the fish, he plopped it into his mouth and chewed as V told him that she lived in the forest. Apparently, at least according to her, people didn’t like her. He didn’t comment on it at first, just nodding his head. After he ate another bite, he shifted how he was seated some, a rock digging into his thigh. “If you would like you can come and stay at my place for a while.” He offered, his face still looking rather apathetic, though it sounded friendly enough. He wanted to try and repay her for what she had done for him and this was one way he could think of. Maybe she would like a hot shower and some food cooked on a proper stove.
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Post by Fallen on Sept 9, 2012 15:53:48 GMT -5
V sat munching on her mice while listening, still an irritated look remained on her face as she finished off the first mouse then moved to the second one, pulling it off the stick and taking a bite out of the stomach. Mathematics formulas, back when she was in school she wasn't too good at math. She only learned basic stuff but in her lifetime she didn't have any purpose for the information.
She was just sitting there with the mouse in her fingers turning it, the irritation melting away slowly with a sigh leaving her lips. She closed her eyes when he said she could go stay at his place, it was an odd thing to hear. The last one to say so happened so long ago. With a small nod of her head she looked over at him with a blank but more relaxed look on her face. ”I would like that.” She said with a small smile, it would be nice to bathe and just relax, sleep in a nice comfy bed, or couch, she didn't mind which one. With that she popped the last of the mouse into her mouth and wiped her hands together then onto her leggings before standing up. ”Is there anyone else back home that may have an issue with me being there?” She asked him, basically seeing if he stayed with anybody else and if they would mind. ”When would you like to leave?”
(( Very short and crappy. XD ))
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 10, 2012 13:45:02 GMT -5
Remus finished the fish quite quickly, discarding the tiny bones in a pile next to him. He looked at the squirrels intensely as though wondering it he should eat them or not. He had never had squirrel before, but he wasn't one to complain when he was hungry, especially since V had gone out of her way to get him food. She hadn't needed too, but alas Remus would be lying to himself of he said he wouldn't have been disappointed. He looked up after taking a small bite out of the first squirrel, the meat tasting different, but not horrible in his mouth. She had agreed to come stay with him. He was just being polite but he wouldn't mind the company, as long as she didn't bother him too much when he was working, but he guessed that meant he would have to explain to her about his little vision episodes. Maybe she would think he was crazy or maybe she would be fine with it. He didn't know and really he didn't particularly care what she thought. It would be nice if someone would just accept his word for it, but alas most people were not so forgiving. She then went and asked if there was anyone else at his home. He shook his head and swallowed another bite, this one bigger than the first. "I don't have any family in town" He responded, pretty well indicating that he lived Aline. He lived in a rather nice sized house. It wasn't huge by any means but due to the many breakthroughs he had been a part of and the grant money that he received, Remus lived in a rather comfortable situation. Not to mention that his mentor all throughout college left him the house in his will so that he could get away from his neglectful mother. He finished the squirrel and was full, not able to finish the second one. He guessed he could save it for later or toss it out for another animal to eat. He could decide later after all. Remus thought for a moment about when he wanted to leave, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We can leave now unless there is something else you would like to do. I left my bicycle at the beginning of the trail, so if you know how to get back there I would much appreciate it." he gave a half smile, though it was only a flash. He didn't smile all that much really.
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Post by Fallen on Sept 10, 2012 16:53:50 GMT -5
”No, I do nothing but explore the forest and hunt for food here. I have no other belongings besides what I currently wear.” V had motioned towards the forest then grabbed the bottom of her large shirt with a shrug of her shoulders. She had no other use for unnecessary items that would only slow her down if she had to get going all of a sudden, no place to put them either since she had no home. The forest didn't count. She gave a nod when he mentioned leaving bike at the beginning of the trail, ”It isn't too far.”
With that she motioned for him to follow, heading right across the cave entrance into the forest. They would only need to talk a few yards before coming to the trail, then they would have to walk half a mile till they went over a small hill and on the other side of that was the beginning of the trail. ”By the way,” she began, ”if you don't want to bring that other squirrel you can toss it in the trees or give it to me, it won't hurt my feelings or anything.”
(( If you'd like to fast forward then go ahead in your reply. Lol ))
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Post by elvenimp on Sept 10, 2012 19:06:44 GMT -5
Remus nodded when V explained that she had no other belongings to gather. He stood and put out the fire, feeling it safer than leaving it burning. The squirrel on a stick was still in his hand as he followed her. She mentioned the squirrel and he picked up the rodent by its tail, sliding it off of the point stick. He chucked it over the bushes and shrugged some, not saying anything about it. He was full and he assumed that V was as well. He wasn’t going to give her a dead squirrel to carry around so it made perfect sense to just toss it over for some other carnivorous being to eat it He followed her until they got to the trail and then he walked beside her, seeing no reason to stay behind if he knew where he was going now. One hand was shoved into his pocket while his other hung loosely, long even strides. He liked to look around at everything around him even if he had seen it all before. It was a rather nice sunny day with a rather nice temperature to it. There wasn’t much of a breeze, but it was still rather cool out. They made it to the end of the trail, a car or two parked in a small parking lot while his bike was chained to a small tree. He walked up to it and unlocked it using a code. It wasn’t very hard to figure out the number if you knew him; however V didn’t know him well enough to even begin to dream of guessing the sequence of five numerals. H slid the lock off of the tree and wrapped it around the neck of his bike, locking it to keep it from falling off. He wheeled it over towards V and stopped. He was in good enough shape to bike the three or so miles to his house with her on the back, but he figured he should warn her about his visions, though he really didn’t want to. He looked thoughtful as he debated whether or not to. He decided on mentioning something, though he wasn’t really quite sure how to say it. “I should warn you that sometimes I get these strange visions where I am sort of in my own little world. If you think that is too strange for you to come with me, I understand.” He was trying to be socially acceptable with how he was behaving or presenting himself, but he found that if he didn’t tell people about these visions than they tended to completely freak out when he had one. He wasn’t going to mention the violent tendencies that he got during them. Though, as far as he knew, he only ever hurt himself. It was just that he didn’t remember anything that happened during the vision that wasn’t involved with the vision itself.
((I took the liberty lol))
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Post by Fallen on Sept 10, 2012 21:12:32 GMT -5
V stayed silent the whole way, arms hanging at her sides. Her head would turn to the sides every few moments as she took in the beautiful scenery, she loved being in the forest, it gave her a place to relax and just enjoy what was around her. Not exactly something you could do in a city that was full of huge crowds of people and polluted atmosphere. It was too much for her. Once they made it to the parking lot she followed him over to his bike, watching him put in the combination to the lock on his bike. She never owned such a thing in her life, if she needed to get somewhere she either walk as a human or moved as a wolf which was easier at times.
A small smirk formed on her lips as he brought the bike by her, wondering if he would try having her sit on the back while he rode to his place. No way would that happened, she would just undress and change to her wolf form, and once they got on the rode and need crowds of people then she would just stay by his side and maybe they would think she was just his dog and not think twice about it, even though she was a bit large.
His voice brought her out of her thoughts, mismatched eyes looking over at him. Visions ey? It wasn't strange at all, to her it seemed normal, nothing odd because even she had her moments where she talked to herself and sort of had little flashbacks of her past. ”Not strange at all, I also should warn you, I have my moments where I sort of... freak out, I guess you could put it. Don't worry though, if it gets violent then I will be sure to leave till it ends so I don't wreck anything.” She replied, taking a step back from him.
”If you don't mind, I'll just trail behind you in my wolf form.” That being said, she began to strip right there, not seeming to care if he saw anything. She pulled her leggings off first, pulling out one leg at a time then pulling her oversized shirt up from the bottom. She folded it then used the leggings to tie it around her sides and into place onto her back. Why wreck clothes she just got? Bones shifted and changed shape beneath her skin, muscle doing the same as her body changed to become a wolf. Remus would hear crunching and scraping from her bones as everything inside her readjusted. It only took a minute or two for the full transformation, leaving a silver furred wolf with mismatched eyes with clothing tied to its back, ready to go.
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