[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes

[Tokiwong]

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.

Faith and Duncan scramble towards the back, the door flying open as Duncan opens the door with his shoulder. Inside behind them, they hear a fierce melee underway, furniture shattering, glass breaking, and the sounds of what can only be described as disgusting.

Duncan breathes, “Jesus we have to find Isaac… holy crap I have never seen an azlu like that… up close and everything.”

There is a terrible clamor as the sliding glass door leading to the patio where both Duncan and Faith are at currently shatters. Candace’s body lands in a roll covered in terrible slashes. She rolls to her feet… blade still in hand as the azlu steps through the glass terrible gashes across its fleshy chitin-like body. It hisses, “You will suffer a thousand agonies forsaken.”

Candace leaps into the air and shoves the blade into the beast’s belly. But it throws her aside slamming her into and through the fence… Duncan growls as the azlu moves with such speed that it is already…

Faith feels pain. She sees blood. SHE FEELS THE RAGE.

Faith feels the slick feeling of entrails between her moist hands. An acrid taste in her mouth of flesh and the crunch of spider limbs. Around her are pieces of what was the azlu.

She then feels a hand on her shoulder and Candace speaking, though it seems fairly difficult for her to articulate words, or say anything recognizable as words. When Faith looks up she sees that Candace’s jaw is shattered the left side of her face is horribly mangled.

Duncan speaks, his body covered in bruises and cuts, “Well you are definitely one of us… you distracted it enough to give Candace a chance to finish it off. By the way you got little spiders crawling out of your mouth…”

Faith is nearly naked now, only scraps of clothes and the viscera of the creature covering her body… the cold stings against her skin.

 

[Shalimar]

Faith follows Duncan out onto the patio with her pulse pounding a mile a minute.This wasn't right, not at all, her life had become some sick nightmare overnight, and it wasn't even a normal nightmare either. Werewolves were suppoused to be the bad asses in all the monster stories, nothing picked on them, they were the unkillable monsters that made people run screaming, it shouldn't be the other way around, she thought her feet pumping frantically along the hard stone of the Patio as the house exploded in violence behind the werewolves fleeing with their tails betweens their legs. The pink haired girl wanted to scream in fright and in anger, or howl she suppoused being a wolf.

The patio glass door explodes and then things happened to fast for Faith to think, to fast for her to remember. Heat, a burning heat full of pain....full of anger everything became a red haze accompanied by the slimey feel of wet entrails in her hands and burning tang in her mouth. Spitting, spluttering, and coughing out spiders she turns at the pressure on her shoulder to see Candace though she can't really make out what she is saying very well.

Feeling a biting cold, the girl rubs at her limbs, bringing the realization that she is almost completely naked as she feels goosebumps start to crawl on her delicate skin. She looks at Duncan dully as she tries to make out what he is saying, get the spiders out of her mouth and cover herself from his eyes at the same time. It wasn't very rational, as her clothes had been mostly ruined even before he had seen her for the first time, but she was a mostly good girl, and good girls didn't stand nearly nude over corpses in front of strange boys, leaving aside the fact that good girls weren't were wolves. Good girls also didn't eat out the inside of people's or monsters, and that thought did faith in, releaving her of the contents of her stomach, and leaving her crouched on all fours next to the dead beast.

 

[Tokiwong]

Feeling a biting cold, the girl rubs at her limbs, bringing the realization that she is almost completely naked as she feels goosebumps start to crawl on her delicate skin. She looks at Duncan dully as she tries to make out what he is saying, get the spiders out of her mouth and cover herself from his eyes at the same time. It wasn't very rational, as her clothes had been mostly ruined even before he had seen her for the first time, but she was a mostly good girl, and good girls didn't stand nearly nude over corpses in front of strange boys, leaving aside the fact that good girls weren't were wolves. Good girls also didn't eat out the inside of people's or monsters, and that thought did faith in, releaving her of the contents of her stomach, and leaving her crouched on all fours next to the dead beast.

Duncan looks away turning his back, “Uhh yeah…”

Candace waits for Faith to spill her guts before she speaks, able to make out somewhat intelligible sentences now, “I guess you do have something of the warrior spirit in you, the wolf is strong in you Faith…” Candace spits up blood and starts cleaning her blade, “I am a rahu, a warrior of luna while Duncan is an irraka, a trickster or some crap like that. Mostly he is a pain in my ass.”

Duncan shrugs, “I like to use my head.”

Candace scowls, “I do what I have to do to defend my pack. Faith I think it is time that we get you somewhere safe. Duncan clean up, and let Isaac know I took Faith to see the Silver Syndicate. To see Max Roman.”

Duncan nods, “On it boss…”

An hour later… Max Roman’s estate.

Faith got some fresh clothes, old sweat pants a shirt, and a chance to modestly clean her face but not much before she arrived. But she was given a chance to grab a shower in a luxurious bath room after she arrived, in fact everything about this estate was about luxury and style, with a rustic western motif. Waiting in the bedroom standing was the man himself, or at least she believed so. This man was a werewolf, he was ruggedly handsome with long hair down to his shoulders going slightly gray at the temple. His build was muscular and she could feel his charismatic aura.

Max speaks, “Faith, can I call you Faith? My name is Max Roman, but you can call me Max. I understand you had an eventful evening, and I apologize if I am understating the obvious. You obviously have some questions of me. The most obvious being, what does it mean to be a werewolf yes?”

 

[Shalimar]

"I...ugh...I totally was seeing red, that thing was pissing me off, and then the next thing I know its all over...did I turn into a werewolf? Is that why that thing is in my mouth and my clothes are totalled?" Faith asks still coughing out bits of chitin and guts, and trying to not gag as she gets it out.

"If the Rahu are the warrior werewolves and the Irr...Irakka are the tricky ones, then what am I? And how..." Faith asks, first stumbling over the unfamiliar names and then trailing off remembering what Candace had said about not owing her answers, besides, she wasn't really feeling talkative right then. She didn't even ask who Max Roman and the Silver Syndicate were, though she did thank Candace greatfully for the 'new' clothes.

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After her shower Faith felt human again, rather ironic for not being human at all. Her skin had been scrubbed raw, leaving it with that healthy pink new-skin glow. She emerged from the luxurious bathroom with the t-shirts sleeves rolled under themselves to leave her arms bare and the mid-drift rolled up looking like exactly what she was, a confused all american teen who'd be at home on a football team with pom poms.

"Thank you for the shower, that was really really gross. I feel human again," she says smiling at her host charmingly, though it turns into a sigh at the last part of what she said. "Yea, sure, call me Faith." she agrees, giving Max a tired smile.

"Its been a real nightmare...did Candace tell you everything that happened? Is it always going to be like that? Losing time, waking up hurt with nasty tastes in my mouth?" she asks with a sigh. "Umm...Candace did say that werewolves have territory and that they beat up other werewolves in their territory...is that really true? I don't want to have any problems with anyone. And what is the Rahu and Irakka stuff, which am I?"

 

[Shayuri]

Take my wolf skin? And how do I do that?

She has her mouth open to ask...then stops. Four questions. No more. Four.

It's a dream, Ari. Just DO it.

So she closes her eyes, and imagines it...and almost immediately is shocked by a rush of what can only be described as energy, flooding into her. Not electricity, or fire, or comic book 'gamma rays'...but the raw, muscular energy that made her feel she could outrun a horse, and finish the Boston marathon while doing it. There was a physical sensation too, a sort of prickling numbness over her skin and limbs. She felt her center of gravity shifting forward...

...and landed on her forepaws. It had happened. Ari was a wolf.

She had no idea how big wolves got, but she felt big...mastiff-sized, perhaps. Broad and tall at the shoulders with long legs made for loping with endurance. Grey-white fur grew thick around her shoulders and neck; thick and bristley, thinning slightly and growing shorter towards her hindquarters. A bushy tail. TAIL. Her tongue felt absurdedly heavy; her control of it a bit more limited than she was used to. It tended to dangle if she let it out. Feeling around with it, Ari realized her teeth were...big. And there were a lot of them.

Ultimately, though nothing like the size of the she-wolf that was even now turning to bound away, Ari figured her "wolf skin" was a plenty scary pile of dogmeat.

She burst into a long, leaping stride after the other wolf, feeling a savage joy at the use of her strength and speed. It took minutes...? Time was hard to judge. Moments. Moments before she remembered the promised questions.

What killed my partner, and tried to kill me?

Ari couldn't help but say "what," not "who." It, not him. Her wolf communication was more honest than anything human...she wasn't capable of lying with her scent, even to herself.

In her heart of hearts, she knew it hadn't been human.

 

[DrZombie]

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.”

Drake grins wider and wider, obviously amused at the discomfort of Moriarty. The mad gleam shines brightly in his eyes as he smilingly adresses the supposedly leader of the gang, the tone of his voice friendly and polite, attempting a fake oxford accent.

'Pleased to meet you old chap. Allow me to introduce my friend of old times, Dr Watson." He points at Piotr, "and myself, Sherlock Holmes, at your service. However, I must regrettably inform you that the pussy you smell is that of the two pretty eighteen year old girls that, understandably, turned you down because of your body odour, general unpleasentness and sheer dickheadedness, and instead spent the evening, night, morning and afternoon in my bed. Now if you'd just give me the adress of this bitch you want us to see, we'll get there on our own, giving you the opportunity to get your arse thoroughly spanked by mrs scar and her trained apes on the motorbikes."

He keeps smiling while he's speaking, keeping his tone pleasant, while watching the sunglassed idiot like a hawk, getting ready to lash out with his knife if moriarty tries something funny.

(OOC : the knife in with the two dots in klaive, that is )

 

[Festy_Dog]

Piotr was having a ball now, and tapped a cigarette from his pack and into his hand. He took a moment to carefully light it while Sherlock gave Moriarty the spiel.

"Eighteen?" Piotr asks offhand, and rolled his eyes, "That's nearly half my age now. God I feel fckin' old."

He looks Moriarty and Buzz up and down.

"Young lady you look very odd without hair," he said, "Short hair on a woman can be alright, but shaving your head? Is that some kind of rebellion thing? The message is lost on me."

 

[Graf]

Camera nods slowly.
"I had dreams like that. Like I was in a crew. A crew like me. It wasn't like this though." he gestures around the yard, "We were fighting and chasing... stuff."

He pauses for a moment "We were hunting."

 

[Tokiwong]

What killed my partner, and tried to kill me?

Ari couldn't help but say "what," not "who." It, not him. Her wolf communication was more honest than anything human...she wasn't capable of lying with her scent, even to herself.

In her heart of hearts, she knew it hadn't been human.

“That is your first question. That being that wicked creature was a spirit, one shaped by the fury and pain of mankind. It is Silence before Death; that is the name it has taken. It is old, from a time when man worshipped the spirits, an older time just after the fall of Pangaea. It killed your partner through the boy,” the giant she-wolf replies.

She bounds quickly over the rough terrain and brings down a buck with ease feasting on it. She pauses and looks at Ariella, “Eat, you will need your strength.”

Camera

“Yeah the hunt is everything,” the large man replies. He nods, “Do you want to know more boy? Oh and call me Isaac, I don’t expect you to call me dad.”

Piotr & Drake

Buzz uncovers her eyes and looks deathly serious, “You got the touch you think I am crazy? You think I don’t see that I know who you work for… oh yeah bald is beautiful but your pretty words, they almost make me want to retch. Besides the city is a dangerous place for you two now…”

Moriarty looks at Drake, “You want to piss me off? Because you are really starting to do a good job, now I am not above beating the piss out of some nuzusul; besides there is one of you and my pack behind me. You don’t stand a prayer, chump.”

Faith

“We have the spirit of Father Wolf, the greatest hunter, the greatest wolf, and the wisest warrior of us all. But being his children we inherited the wolf instincts of territory of the pack, and the need to hunt. Packs have fought for territory since the time of the First Pack. It is our people’s greatest weakness, we fight our many enemies just as often as we fight each other, all in the name of the pack and territory. It is a sad state of affairs,” Max replies.

“And no you will remember all the horrible and violent things you have done in time, take it as a blessing that you have yet to see just how savage you truly are. You have the soul of a hunter within you, you will kill, and you will hurt those that are close to you. I do not say this to scare but to prepare you. You are uratha, a savage and brutal creature of flesh and spirit; you exist in both worlds. You must remember these things Faith,” the genteel werewolf smiles.

“As to your place among us, we will figure that out together,” he finishes.

 

[Shalimar]

Faith's face fell as Max answered her questions, explaining just how much of a monster werewolves were, how much of a monster she was. The young teen swept her pink lockes behind her ears and wiped at her eyes, showing the begininng of tears at how messed up her world had become in the course of a single night. It wasn't fair, she didn't have anything to do with Luna or any of this wolf nonsense. "Its not even a full moon or anything, how could I have changed into a werewolf, or anyone for that matter? Are any of the stories true I mean aren't werewolves only werewolves during the full moon?" the girl asks with a defeated sigh.

"How am I going to figure out what to do? Everyone seems to know what they are doing but me, I don't have a pack or know how to find one...can I be part of your pack? You can teach me all about this stuff, and I can be your packmate. How would that be?" Faith asks, trying to appeal to Max's masculinity, presenting herself exactly as she was, a confused girl in need of protection and tutoring.