[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes

[Shalimar]

"Wha...Ahhhh!" Faith screams as she is bowled over by the wild animal. She tries to fight it off but its gone before she can do much more then flail out with her good arm. Trying to get up in case the thing came at her again. It was too fast for her to tell what it was, but she definitely felt the wound it caused, she felt burning pain drowning out the icy numbness of the shoulder wound.

"I was praying to the Lord and Lady." Faith retorts defensively before she pauses to wonder what the hell the woman was talking about, she was still in the defensive stage of her new faith. "What the F*&%ing Hell are you talking about, I don't know you and my mother and father are just fine." she says sounding offended.

"I don't even know where the heck we are, I was at a party and then I just woke up like this here. What the hell is happening to me? You seem to know stuff, so you can tell me right? And what is in Azlu?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Piotr became somewhat subdued as the fight came to its conclusion. Not what he expected. He looks around warily as he overheard a woman yelling at the Irishman. As Piotr had yelled in support of the guy he decided he didn't want to hang around if the guy also started said fight. Probably best to wait a few days until things had been forgotten until he made his way back. Piotr took his leave shortly thereafter, following the loud woman's advice even if it was not intended for him.

 

[Tokiwong]

"I was praying to the Lord and Lady." Faith retorts defensively before she pauses to wonder what the hell the woman was talking about, she was still in the defensive stage of her new faith. "What the F*&%ing Hell are you talking about, I don't know you and my mother and father are just fine." she says sounding offended.

The woman kneels down, “Trust me you don’t know $#!%, but I am sure you won’t listen to me. Right now you are bleeding on my territory. Personally if I didn’t know your condition I would be kicking your ass from one side of this hunting ground to the other. But I got bigger things to worry about, like the Host.”

"I don't even know where the heck we are, I was at a party and then I just woke up like this here. What the hell is happening to me? You seem to know stuff, so you can tell me right? And what is in Azlu?"

“Well there we go,” she replies spitting into the snow, “you are still changing, you are not fully through the looking glass girl. I can see that look in our eyes, you are probably still worried about your arm and your shoulder, and you got lucky the barb isn’t poisoned. By now your injuries you thought you might die from, they should be just a dull pain. Just a cool reminder that something tried to rip you apart.”

“The Azlu is a monster girl, oh yeah that thing you were afraid of when you were kid, that monster in the closet or under your bed… yeah some of those monsters are real. And an Azlu the kind that left that barb in you, is one of the meanest… probably twice your height with skin as hard as steel and claws that cut normal men in two with ease. And they are immortal, or damn near close,” the woman replies.

“You smoke?” she pulls out a pack.

Piotr

The bar starts to empty quickly mostly because of the fight, but the woman. She is like a feral predator, she exudes power and fear, and he isn’t so certain if people are leaving because of the savage beating or because the woman looks like she could do worse…

Outside Piotr sees two men sitting on choppers, a large man well over six feet with a large thick torso and a bright red bear with an American flag bandanna over his head and a lean built man with a scarred face and what looks to be only one good eye. Both have that smell to them… the smell that says danger.

 

[Shalimar]

The woman kneels down, “Trust me you don’t know $#!%, but I am sure you won’t listen to me. Right now you are bleeding on my territory. Personally if I didn’t know your condition I would be kicking your ass from one side of this hunting ground to the other. But I got bigger things to worry about, like the Host.”

Faith shrinks back from the woman a little at the threat, or almost threat, or whatever it was. "Why...why would you beat me up? I...I haven't done anything to your....territory. I swear, just point me back to town and I'll get out of your way." Faith isn't a very big girl, and she looks rather diminished at the moment, something she is trying to emphasize, she didn't want to look like she was being disrespectful or giving any kind of problems.

“Well there we go,” she replies spitting into the snow, “you are still changing, you are not fully through the looking glass girl. I can see that look in our eyes, you are probably still worried about your arm and your shoulder, and you got lucky the barb isn’t poisoned. By now your injuries you thought you might die from, they should be just a dull pain. Just a cool reminder that something tried to rip you apart.”

"Changing? Changing into what? Am I gonna change into something? Is that why everything was soo funky tonight? Like my senses going onto overdrive? Is that what your talking about?" Faith asks in rapid succession, happy to have someone tell her what is actually going on. When she is told her wounds shouldn't even be hurting at this point she looks at the wounds in wonder, surprised that they are as the woman said. "They don't hurt, at least not like they did, not bad...is more stuff going to happen to me? What is going on?"

“The Azlu is a monster girl, oh yeah that thing you were afraid of when you were kid, that monster in the closet or under your bed… yeah some of those monsters are real. And an Azlu the kind that left that barb in you, is one of the meanest… probably twice your height with skin as hard as steel and claws that cut normal men in two with ease. And they are immortal, or damn near close,” the woman replies.

“You smoke?” she pulls out a pack.

"Your joking...right? Monsters?" the pink haired girl asks nervously, looking down at the barb again grimacing. "Why did it come after me? I heard a voice it called me wolfbitch...it was chittering and sounded like it was really mad at me, was that this Azlu thing? Do you know it called me wolf? and isn't going to like come after me again and again like those really stupid monster movies til it dies?" she asks, scowling at the thought. She waves away the offered smokes.

"If its such a bad ass how come I'm not dead and its missing a claw?"

 

[Shayuri]

Ari shakes her head numbly at the detective's question. She still feels like she's been packed in ice...a stark contrast to the raging heat of the conflict she'd just been through.

"I don't know...it was so totally senseless. I had just gotten the wife to calm down. I was going to get a statement. See if she was going to press charges, or what. Richards, he..."

Her voice chokes off for a second, and she swallows. "He had the father in cuffs...everything was under control. And then...there was a shot from the door. I saw Richards start going down, and I turned...it wasn't the kid. I mean, he looked like he was ten feet tall, man. And...he said something. He said he could smell a forsaken, or the forsaken...I don't know. It was all going so fast. Then he shot the husband while I was going for my gun, going for cover."

She takes a deep shuddering breath. "I could swear he shot me. I felt pain...felt blood coming out of me. Maybe I just imagined it." She scrubs her eyes on the back of her hand.

"I need a second, guys. There a bathroom around here?"

 

[Tokiwong]

Faith shrinks back from the woman a little at the threat, or almost threat, or whatever it was. "Why...why would you beat me up? I...I haven't done anything to your....territory. I swear, just point me back to town and I'll get out of your way." Faith isn't a very big girl, and she looks rather diminished at the moment, something she is trying to emphasize, she didn't want to look like she was being disrespectful or giving any kind of problems.

The woman glares at Faith, “Just be thankful I am not here to beat your ass.”

"Changing? Changing into what? Am I gonna change into something? Is that why everything was soo funky tonight? Like my senses going onto overdrive? Is that what your talking about?" Faith asks in rapid succession, happy to have someone tell her what is actually going on. When she is told her wounds shouldn't even be hurting at this point she looks at the wounds in wonder, surprised that they are as the woman said. "They don't hurt, at least not like they did, not bad...is more stuff going to happen to me? What is going on?"

Faith feels much better as the woman continues speaking, “You are changing into one of the uratha… a werewolf.”

"Your joking...right? Monsters?" the pink haired girl asks nervously, looking down at the barb again grimacing. "Why did it come after me? I heard a voice it called me wolfbitch...it was chittering and sounded like it was really mad at me, was that this Azlu thing? Do you know it called me wolf? and isn't going to like come after me again and again like those really stupid monster movies til it dies?" she asks, scowling at the thought. She waves away the offered smokes.

"If its such a bad ass how come I'm not dead and its missing a claw?"

“Trust me, maybe you got lucky, maybe it wasn’t even after you… there are too many questions to answer of why. Chances are you didn’t kill it, so don’t go patting yourself on the back. But you definitely made it think twice before it goes hunting again. Or maybe you just got lucky,” the woman replies.

“You got a name, little cub?” she finishes.

Ariella

The detective grumbles, “Yeah get yourself cleaned up, we got a long night against us.”

Ariella finds a bathroom, and enters seeing a bloody hole in her shirt, but no scar or even the nuance of injury. She was shot… but she has nothing to show for it besides the bloody shirt.

 

[Shayuri]

Ari stares at herself in the mirror as she runs some cold water. After a moment she pokes a finger through the hole in her navy blue uniform blouse. Not far from the shield pinned to its breast. Not far from her heart. She shivers, then frantically unbuttons it, her fingers slipping on the buttons but finally getting it open.

She shrugs out of the blouse and examines the revealed skin, even pulling a bra strap aside a little to make sure the hole wasn't somehow hiding underneath.

Her short, sandy blonde hair hung in haggard, sweaty strands around her face. Her eyes glittered from behind, like little beads behind a curtain.

She looked savage. Feral. A jungle native glaring out of the mirror.

With effort, Ari tore her gaze off herself and thrust her hands into the water. Splashed it over her face. Almost immediately the coldness refreshed her, seemed to wash away a layer of grit or blood she couldn't see, but had subconciously felt. When she looked back up, she'd pushed her hair back, and the face she saw was just her own. The wild jungle girl had left.

But she still was one bullet wound short. Not that she -wanted- it...but...

Riddle me this, Batwoman, Frank Gorshin's high pitched giggle sneered in her head. What gets shot, but doesn't get shot!

Ariella put her blouse back on and buttoned it back up before going back out to meet the detective again. All she could think was, What the hell is going on?

 

[Shalimar]

The woman glares at Faith, “Just be thankful I am not here to beat your ass.”

"I am greatful...very greatful, I like my ass in its current only slightly beat condition." Faith says solemnly, meaning it very very sincerely, the woman visibly frightened her, and being on her badside was something she desperately wanted to avoid. "Can I ask why you would beat me up? I don't want to cause any offense without knowing."

Faith feels much better as the woman continues speaking, “You are changing into one of the uratha… a werewolf.”

Faith's mouth drops open and then closes and her eyes widen. "Werewolf? Werewolves are real? It did call me a wolf...but I wasn't bitten by a wolf or anything...Are all those stories true? I mean the healing one has to be since I am, but...how about the silver? Is that sword silver? Am I going to go like all super big and hairy with the claws and the teeth? Is that why all my clothes are all torn up? Did I turn into a werewolf is that why I'm not dead and the Azlu is hurt?"

"Is that the thing your trying to kill? If its going to come after me again, maybe I can help you or something?" she asked, it was fairly obvious she didn't want to be alone in the dark with monsters like this Azlu thing right at that moment.

"Faith, my name is Faith, although I sort of like cub." Faith says with a shrug.

 

[DrZombie]

Piotr watches as the man launches himself onto the last frat boy standing. Knocking him down and savagely beating the man with his fists like an animal. The first few blows incapacitate the youth, but by the tenth punch people are trying to pull the man off the youth, whose face looks more like a ripe beaten tomato then a human face.

Drake you lose control. The fury consuming you is focused on this prissy, college boy. You want to shatter his beautiful face, and by the time you hear the satisfying crunch of bone and the fleshy sound of pummeled skin you realize that blood covers your hands, your knuckles are split and the boy is out, his face covered in cuts, bruises, and healthy amounts of blood.

The Drake feels himself being pulled back forcefully and even submitting when the scarred woman growls at him, “Stop!” Drake tumbles to the ground and the bar is going crazy. The woman speaks again, “Get out of here!”

Drake looks around at the people, all staring at him. He can't help but smile at the battered and bruised face of the fratboy, more a predatory grin then something vaguely connected with a sense of humor.
He grabs his guitar case and his backpack and heads outside for a fresh breath of air, or so he tells himself.

Feck. Feck feck feck feck feck. What the hell was I thinking. Gotta keep in control. Feck. There goes my gig. Feck. Guess it'll be a while before another girl looks at him. He should've known better then to pick a fight with a pissed off Irishman on his night out though. Feck. Hope the coppers gonna let this one slip by.

Outside he looks around for another pub or resto, someplace to wash the blood off his knuckles and wash his face.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Piotr was pretty content to have made it out of the bar hidden among the small throng. This was one of the most eventful evenings he had had for a very long time. He wasn't going to get the drinks he wanted at the end of a long day's work but the presence of the bikers, and the aura they exuded, suggested whatever was happening wasn't over yet. Piotr wasn't going to miss out.

He muttered something to himself in Russian and chuckled, then waited out of the way, watching the bikers. Were these bikers friends of the loud woman inside? It was possible.