[Mature]Werewolf: The Forsaken - Preludes

[Graf]

Camera

The man was Camera’s height, this man that claimed to be his father. He wore a heavy black leather trench coat that hung down to his ankles. Thick combat boots, freshly shined with dark beaten jeans. His shirt was a thick gray turtleneck, which clung tightly to the man’s muscled frame. He was massive not only in size but in presence as well. His eyes were green and his skin was dark and weathered. His head is bald, and it looks the man is sizing Camera up as well.

He speaks, “You are my son.”

Camera absently scratches his scalp, pulling on his tangled mass of hair. He’s crouched down resting on the balls of his feet.

“Nice to meet you,” he says quietly.

 

[Tokiwong]

Camera absently scratches his scalp, pulling on his tangled mass of hair. He’s crouched down resting on the balls of his feet.

“Nice to meet you,” he says quietly.

The man responds with a grunt, “Boy its time you learned what your family is really about. Your momma done right by you, but now it’s my time. You got much to learn and we don’t have much time to teach you.”

He walks to the table and takes a seat, “We eat first, and then we get down to the family tree.”

Faith

“In Time Faith you will understand, as your wolf instincts become stronger. But for now we need to get you out of here, my pack has a safe house close by, and the rest can answers your questions. Luckily you didn’t run, not that you would get far, I have the taste of your blood and could find you,” she scrunches her nose, “let alone all that garish perfume.”

The woman starts walking, sheathing the blade.

Ariella

The detective is waiting for her when she gets outside the bathroom, a semi-clean public restroom connected to the housing office. He grimaces looking over his notes and then speaks, “So tell me once again about this shooter, was it the boy or not the boy, and if it wasn’t the boy why did you shoot him?”

Drake & Piotr

Drake is stopped by one of the bikers, the bandanna wearing red bearded brute. The man grunts, “Where you going fresh meat?”

The woman strides out wearing a dusty and worn cowboy hat, her features hidden by the brow. She walks up to Drake, “You riding with us tonight, meat.”

The third biker glares at Piotr, but the woman speaks, “Curious?”

 

[DrZombie]

Drake

Drake puts his guitarcase up and lets one end stand against his chest, pretending to lean on it with his left arm.

" You want tomatohead back there." he points back to the bar. "He's got enough scars now to join your wee little band of merry scoundrels. And he looked as if he was in the kinky stuff too." He says with a big smile plastered on his face.

Meanwhile his right hand slips behind his back to grab his knife, unseen he hopes.

Feck. I'm gonna get my arse fecking kicked. I'm gonna die. Feck.

 

[Tokiwong]

Drake puts his guitarcase up and lets one end stand against his chest, pretending to lean on it with his left arm.

" You want tomatohead back there." he points back to the bar. "He's got enough scars now to join your wee little band of merry scoundrels. And he looked as if he was in the kinky stuff too." He says with a big smile plastered on his face.

“Funny,” she replies. The woman gets astride her chopper, while the large red bearded brute glares at Drake. He moves forward but a sideward glance from the woman stays his hand.

The thinner biker follows suiting getting astride his custom chopper. He spits on the sidewalk, leaving a stain of chew on the ground. The woman looks at Drake, “You hurt that boy pretty bad.”

 

[Shalimar]

My nose was on overdrive and my friend's kid brother and his crew were stinking up the place, it was self-defense trying not to smell them." Faith says defensively at the shot about her perfume. "Besides this isn't garish its Hilfiger and a hundred dollars a bottle." she adds following along behind the woman who she was assuming was a werewolf too.

"So this place you are taking me too, is it a place where werewolves hang out together? Are there a lot of werewolves around? I wouldn't think so or people would notice, but I guess out here in the wilderness its probably easy to be overlooked. How about back in the city? You talked about territory...are there city werewolves too? I mean I wouldn't want to step on people's toes when I get at home right?" she asked before trudging in silence for a while.

"Well, you know my name is Faith, so whats your name?"

 

[Graf]

He walks to the table and takes a seat, “We eat first, and then we get down to the family tree.”

His mind awhirl Camera lapses into silence as he returns to the table.

 

[Tokiwong]

"My nose was on overdrive and my friend's kid brother and his crew were stinking up the place, it was self-defense trying not to smell them." Faith says defensively at the shot about her perfume. "Besides this isn't garish its Hilfiger and a hundred dollars a bottle." she adds following along behind the woman who she was assuming was a werewolf too.

The woman does not reply.

"So this place you are taking me too, is it a place where werewolves hang out together? Are there a lot of werewolves around? I wouldn't think so or people would notice, but I guess out here in the wilderness its probably easy to be overlooked. How about back in the city? You talked about territory...are there city werewolves too? I mean I wouldn't want to step on people's toes when I get at home right?" she asked before trudging in silence for a while.

"Well, you know my name is Faith, so whats your name?"

“Are there many of us uratha? It depends on who you talk to,” she says walking along the street in this lower income neighborhood suburb. She growls, “Listen Faith, don’t worry about my name… and we are here.”

She pauses in front of a normal looking home on a block of normal looking homes. She opens the door and walks in calling out, “We got a guest, a new cub. Hey anyone here?”

A man calls back, “Oh crap, what the hell you bring in now? How did you find her?”

“I found her lying in the snow, she got into a tussle with an Azlu…” she replies.

“Holy $#!@, she what? Did she kill it?” the man finally shows himself, he is thin in build with a tribal tattoo covering his upper right shoulder, wearing jeans no shoes and not shirt. He has dirty blonde hair with a scruff on his chin, “Well the rest are out on hunting, are you leaving her here with me.”

“Well grab me a beer,” she says and walks into the living room. The guy shrugs and heads to the kitchen, “Hey you want anything from the fridge, beer?”

“Before you go blabbing any of this stuff Faith, you have to know, the apes can never know what you really are. Do you understand what that means?” the woman replies.

 

[Tokiwong]

His mind awhirl Camera lapses into silence as he returns to the table.

The meal is quick and somewhat uncomfortable, but after the meal Camera finds himself outside in the backyard with the old man. His father begins, “Camera, I don’t know much about you; tell me about your visions of late.”

 

[Shayuri]

Feeling a bit more coherent after her little wash, despite her discovery, Ariella takes a breath and answers the question more completely.

"Alright, by the time I was looking at the door, I was already jumping off to one side...kind of diving for cover. So I didn't get a good look. All I really saw was this shadow in the doorway. Now it -looked- pretty big to me...but I'll be honest, that was not one of my clearest moments. It could have just been the kid. The whole thing was like a nightmare. I wouldn't be surprised if I thought I saw Dracula over there."

She hugs herself and tucks her hands under her arms.

"All I know is that whoever was in that doorway was shooting, so I returned fire. Honestly, with the way I was diving, and with things as dark as they were out there, I'm surprised I even hit anything."

Not anything. Anyone. He was ten.

Ari chews her bottom lip unhappily, then looks up at the detective and asks, "Why did he do it? I mean...neither of us had our guns out. The screaming had stopped. Why would he shoot at us like that?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Drake is stopped by one of the bikers, the bandanna wearing red bearded brute. The man grunts, “Where you going fresh meat?”

The woman strides out wearing a dusty and worn cowboy hat, her features hidden by the brow. She walks up to Drake, “You riding with us tonight, meat.”

The third biker glares at Piotr, but the woman speaks, “Curious?”

"Been a while since I've seen anything interesting taking place here, so yes, I'm curious," Piotr admits.