[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes

[Graf]

Camera’s father listens and looks at the sketches. He then speaks after looking at the pictures in silence, “You need to listen to me boy, what you see here… you see something that your mother, your brothers, and most people can never experience. Oh they feel it, but you… you are like me… although you have not fully come to grips with what you are. You ain’t human… you need to know that now. You are remembering what you were… your body is remembering the wolf within.”

Camera stares at his father for a long minute. Then he nods. “Sure”
And he smiles a great big smile.

 

[Tokiwong]

Camera

"You want to hear a story boy?" A story about your legacy... our legacy, and who we are?" his father replies.

 

[Graf]

Camera nods. He his chest feels tight. And his head light.

 

[Shalimar]

Candace growls, and Duncan’s look melts. He gulps visibly as Candace drinks down her beer, “I ain’t watching a new cub, and I will be damned if we have to care for her. We got too much going on already and if we got an azlu on the lose, our jobs just got harder.”

“So the plan is?” Duncan questions.

Candace pauses, “Quiet… someone is outside…”

"Oh...ok, you've done more then enough for me, finding me and bringing me back here. You don't owe me anything." Faith agreed, not wanting to get Candace mad at her. If Candace's pack didn't really want anything to do with her then she could find another with how easily Candace found her they'd be more likely to find her though. She wasn't even sure that she even would need a pack. Especially if that meant she had to do what Candace said, she was scary, very scary, and the way Duncan did whatever she said made her even more so, faith could generally get guys to do what she wanted but it was for a whole different reason.

"I can just call a cab and be out of your hair." the pink haired girl offered hopefully. She breaks off when Candace calls for quiet.

 

[Shayuri]

Instinctively shielding her face with an arm, Ari stands up, squinting as she stares up at the gargantuan wolf that towers over her. She knows it's a dream, no matter how realistic it is, no matter how powerfully her senses seem to be working, no matter how vivid it is.

She isn't screaming in terror. That's how she knows.

"Yeah," she says to it...no, to her. "I have questions. Will you give me answers?" She pauses, then offers up an answer of her own, just to show she's not all me-me-me.

"I'll run with you if you do."

The offer slips out her lips without checking in with her brain, and immediately she's consumed with fear...but also with exhileration. Anticipation. Definitely a dream.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Piotr can't help a smirk at the fact that the guy is wearing sunglasses at night. It detracted significantly from any qualities that would have made him intimidating in the first place, if there were any qualities that did so. He held his toungue, despite wanting to say something to the guy. The arrogance combined with the ridiculous appearance certainly begged for it.

 

[DrZombie]

Piotr and Drake

“Why thank you,” the woman replies, she cocks her head slowly as if something else has gotten her notice. The men follow her look to an approaching group of young people. Lead by a young man, with long slick back hair shades, at night, and a swagger that says he owns this joint… or at least is trying to give that impression.

She looks at Drake, and then turns to the young man, “Friends of yours?” she directs the question back to Drake.

"Friends? Nah, most people are put off by my charming personality, my eloquent compliments, and my peace-loving gentle character. Don't have any."
He continues in a bit louder tone, pitching it to be just audable to the approaching group.
"But if I did, it fecking wouldn't include a dumb fecker stupid enough to think it's fecking cool to wear fecking shades in the middle of the fecking night."
He turns around, trying to avoid being caught between two groups, still fingering but not drawing the knife hidden behind his back.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Took the words right out of my mouth," Piotr remarked to the Irishman with a chuckle.

The comment restored his faith somewhat in the violent Irish stranger, and with someone else present who thought along the same lines about sunglasses at night it seemed perhaps Piotr could be more confident in offering not entirely constructive criticism.

 

[Tokiwong]

He continues in a bit louder tone, pitching it to be just audable to the approaching group.
"But if I did, it fecking wouldn't include a dumb fecker stupid enough to think it's fecking cool to wear fecking shades in the middle of the fecking night."
He turns around, trying to avoid being caught between two groups, still fingering but not drawing the knife hidden behind his back.

The woman pauses, “Interesting,” she punctuates this by starting her chopper, it roars to life with the throbbing sound of American muscle, “but we have run out of time for tonight.”

She nods and the others follow her as she pulls into traffic nearly causing an accident her friends follow making just as much noise.

The man wearing shades, well a youth probably no more then eighteen in great shape. He spits and glares at Drake, “What the hell you looking at pussy? You must not know who I am, and you definitely smell like a little pussy to me. Here I am hearing that I got trouble on my turf and find you two stirring up the crap. So who the hell are you two?”

A woman, you can tell from her body and voice, her head shaved clean like cue ball speaks, “Simmer down Moriarty, these guys don’t know anything, hell chances are they don’t even know the score yet… but yeah… oh yeah… they got the touch.” Her mood is manic and she grins awkwardly, with her unsettling gaze.

“Jesus Buzz, you mean these two dicks, are the ones…” he turns back to Drake and Piotr, “you guys got the whole area lit up like Christmas… but who were the other three?”

Buzz grins, “The Pure…”

“What the…” Moriarty curses loudly howling, “And you are just telling me now… we got to hunt them down!”

Buzz covers her eyes, “We got better things to do, lets take them to see the head Bitch.”

Moriarty growls, “This is going to be a long night.”

Ariella

“Take your wolf skin, you will need its speed to follow. We run tonight and we hunt. You may ask me four questions, no more. Now take your wolf skin Ariella,” the great she wolf communicates through body language growls and even smells.

Feel free to describe her wolf-shape.

Faith

Silence.

Candace eases that blade from its sheath. Her body visibly grows larger, more feral, hair growing on her arms and face, and her eyes becoming more predatory. She easily gained at least a foot in height and perhaps a hundred pounds in muscle mass. If she was scary before, she looks absolutely terrifying now.

The door shatters, and standing in the doorway is something that perhaps was once human, but now stands easily at seven feet in height and an extra set of razor sharp limbs have spouted from its shoulders. Where the legs should be, are several sets more of spider like appendages. It is horrifying and the chittering voice is unsettling, “I thought I smelled rabid dog…” it gutters forth in English.

Candace growls, “Duncan… go, get Faith out of here!”

Duncan balks, “You can’t handle…”

“GO!”

Duncan looks at Faith grabbing her hand, “Time to go,” his voice cracking.

Camera

His father nods, “You are one of the people, the uratha. We have existed since the time of Pangaea. It was the hunter’s paradise, man, animal, spirit… they all knew their place in this world. The greatest hunter of all, was Father Wolf. He was our father, the first among the Great Pack. He was the Alpha, the master, and it was his duty to maintain the balance.”

Father pauses, “He was the consort of Luna, the slayer of the Spinner-Hag, the Plague-King, and many ancient evils of that scourged Pangaea. We were created in his image and carried part of his spirit, in many ways we are both the children of the Moon, Luna and Father Wolf. But even a spirit as great and as powerful as Father Wolf grew old, and the hunt became harder for the great spirit. It was a hard choice but we slew our father for he was weak, we tore him down… it may seem cruel or even heartless, but the pack grows weaker as the Alpha descends into weakness, if one will not step down willingly then they must be forced. The pack must stay strong.”

The large man sighs, “For this act we are Forsaken. We have continued the Hunt, but know that we have blood on our hands. It is the original sin of our people. Our legacy begins in blood and will end in blood.”

 

[Shalimar]

As the blade slides free of the sheathe, Faith's eyes widen and she stumbles back away from Candace, her fear of the woman once again hiking up a notch. Thats when things got ugly, the woman hulked out, that was the only way that Faith could describe it, Candace grew a whole foot, til she was a towering mass of muscles, causing Faith to drop to the floor landing on her not very well padded bottom.

Then the door shatters and in walks an even scarier hulking brute, and Faith began to understand the whole 'your life as you know it is over' thing, cause she really can't think of anything being normal after seeing Canadace and this thing. Was it the Azlu thing that Candace had talked to her about? Maybe something worse, either way she had no clue. She quickly scrambles to her feet and grabs Duncan's pulling him towards the back of the house as soon as Candace says go.