Post by Marc Streampaw on Dec 15, 2010 21:42:44 GMT -5
After the rather horrendous day at work, Marc decided to finally buy batteries for the old CD player Miss Ashlee had bought him, when he left to come back to Drakborough. Miss Vicki's daughters and grand daughters had been teaching him to dance and he had been itching to practice some of them, but he never found the time. Now since he might be fired anyway, he figured a little distraction was just what he needed.
Once he arrived at his newly dug den, a few miles upstream from his old site, he got the CD player out of his den and carefully put in the batteries. Then he pressed the button six times, stood up and moved to a clear spot about seven paces from his fire pit. The sun was beginning to set but by now Marc \was good at making a fire in the dark and he needed to relax.
As the music started Marc carefully moved int the dances formation, slowly relaxing into the dance moves, as he grew accustom to the beat and rhythm.
It's Electric!
You can't see it It's electric! You gotta feel it It's electric! Ooh, it's shakin' It's electric!
Jiggle-a-mesa-cara She's a pumpin' like a matic She's a movin' like electric She sure got the boogie
You gotta know it It's electric Boogie woogie, woogie! Now you can't hold it It's electric Boogie woogie, woogie! But you know it's there, Yeah here there everywhere
I've got to move, I'm going on a party ride I've got to groove, groove, groove, And from this music I just can't hide.
Are you comin' with me? Come let me take you on a party ride And I'll teach you, teach you, teach you I'll teach you the electric slide!
Close as he was, he could see the rabbit's adorable pink nose quiver. Its whiskers twitched slightly, and it made a cute little hop forward, one soft white paw reaching forward to paw at the ground. Awww...
Orca couldn't wait to sink his teeth into that fucker.
The wolf slunk forward, his normally stand-out white coat of fur blending perfectly in with the recent bit of snowfall, his head lowered and yellow eyes locked onto what would definitely be lunch in front of him.
And then-
IT'S ELECTRIC!
The rabbit was gone in the blink of an eye, and Orca was human just as quickly, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"Fffffuuuuck!"
Who the hell played music in the damn woods? It sounded nearby, too. The lycan turned on his heel, growling slightly and muttering various profanities under his breath, and began loping in the direction of the music. Thoughts like it could maybe be a trap or perhaps it was Fenrir's choice of getting-it-on music crossed his head, but annoyance, in the end, won out over suspicion and utter repulsion.
He found himself in a small clearing of sorts, and his yellow eyes immediately took in the scene. A den that reeked of wolf, a fire pit, what looked like a damn CD player -- the cause of the blaring music -- and some crazy kid dancing around.
In one swift move Orca had crossed the clearing and slammed his fist down on the device. It made a cranky sounding noise, and the music, thankfully, stopped. He wasn't sure if he had broken it, or just gotten lucky and hit the stop button, but quite frankly, he didn't care much.
The lycan advanced on the boy, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to him, annoyance plain upon his tanned features. He was quiet a moment, searching the other male's face, then he spoke, cultured and polite as always.
"...The fuck, man! Fuckin', tryin' t' hunt, an' you play that shit. You crazy?" The lycan let go of the other, took a step back and shoved his hands inside his pockets, so he wouldn't feel tempted to, you know, plow them instead into the boy's face.
There was a beat, and then recognition hit Orca. "Hey, ain't you that one kid that joined th' pack? I haven't seen you around in a while."
Honestly, he hadn't seen any lycans around in a while, save for Fenrir, which was usually the reverse of the situation. Sucked, really. He hadn't even seen Willow or his adorable new daughter around. Maybe he should go look for them, sometime soon.
Nahh.
"What was your name again?"
The kid might've told him once, but Orca never was too good at that whole remembering thing.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Dec 15, 2010 23:31:17 GMT -5
The music suddenly stopped right at Marc's favorite part - the dip down reach out. He turned to see why to find an older Lycan had smashed the DC player's stop button rather harshly. Marc was about to rush over with a 'hey I am trying to relax here!' when the other ran over to him yelling about missed food. Marc could understand about that, mostly why he bought his lunches in town now. Hunting during lunch break was just not feasible.
When the man let him go Marc brushed himself off and went to the rock formation near the stream. The reason he'd picked this spot was because of it's natural refrigeration properties, his clan had had one like it, too. Marc got out a piece of wild poke he'd smoked a few days ago but never eaten, and took it back and held it out to *sniff sniff* smelled like Orca.
"My names Marc, here, I know what it's like to be hungry." Once Orca took the meat Marc turned to put the CD player to the side and began to steeple sticks to make a nice fire. "Yes I joined the pack a while ago," he said, his voice not betraying the worry his face did, "but when the BFC moved in Miss Ashelle sent me to live with her family for a bit. I learned a lot from them but I missed Miss Ashelle, and the pack. So when the Mayor wrote to the O'Conners saying I would be protected if I moved back I did. But then my employer got eaten by a dragon. So I worked for the mayor now, as an intern . But, the BFC are back, I saw one of them in the Town Hall today and pressed the silent alarm - or at least I think I saw one. They think I panicked and I am afraid I might get fired."
By the time Marc finished, the fire was on it's way to blazing. "Do you want me to cook the meat I gave you or would you like another piece cooked? I can check my rabbit trap if you like."
'Marc' offered him food in return for fucking up his hunt, and Orca studied the kid for a minute before breaking out one of his trademark cheshire grins. "Hey, Marky, you ain't so bad." He took the meat, giving it a wry look, before shambling over to follow Marc as the younger wolf started a fire. Orca could so do that too, he'd totally learned it back in the Boy Scouts, or whatever. Then again that'd been, like, forty-five-thousand years ago, or whatever, so.... He might have a few difficulties. Oh, well. Who cared? He woulda had no problem eating the meat raw, if the kid hadn't offered to cook it.
"Th' hell is the 'Bee-Eff-Cee?" the lycan muttered, flicking somewhat amused butterscotch eyes Marc's way. The kid had the craziest story he done ever heard, but whether the other was just lying for attention or actually telling the truth didn't matter to him at all. Like, Miss Ass-hell? O'Conners? Was he supposed to be following this? Whatever. Hey, he had free food.
"This piece is fine," Orca started to say, and then did a double-take as some of Marc's words caught up to him. "Rabbit trap? Pfft, what are you, a human? Dont'cha know how to hunt, or anythin'?" He rolled his wolf-yellow eyes, crouched down by the other boy. "Is the mayor dude okay with you bein' a lycan, an' all? Ain't he afraid you'll bite someone on accident or summat?"
Maybe the dude wasn't like Tally, and understood they were not drooling retards that could at any point lose control of their motor reflexes and chew up the nearest passerby. 'Cause, you know, they weren't.
At least, Orca wasn't. Couldn't speak for everyone, though. Hadn't Willow once turned a kid in that same sort of scenario he had just described?
Post by Marc Streampaw on Dec 16, 2010 17:16:51 GMT -5
Marc's eyes widened when Orca claimed he didn't know who the BFC was. "The BFC stands for the Black Forest Church," said Marc, "They used to be nice and help innocent Lycans out of trouble. But now they are a group dedicated to our destruction. Miss Ashelle says if they succeed in bringing about our extinction, other magical critters could be next. All I want is to have my family's good name restored, but that can't happen till we defeat the BFC. So be careful when you leave the woods, and be on your best behavior. Hopefully they won't notice you." Marc sighed, "they seem to have my face memorized."
Marc set up his turning sticks then gave Orca the one he used to turn the meat. It was metal, he's bought it at a shop with some of his extra earnings, "If you will thread the meat onto that I will put it over the fire to cook." When Orca inquired about his rabbit trap, Marc smiled.
"I have been using rabbit traps since I was a youngster," he said, "The hunting pack was made up most of the able bodied adults but sometimes it would take a week to catch a really large meal if it was not the deer running season. The pups and elders would catch what they could in the mean time, and sometimes we would use traps. But I have to admit Miss Ashelle's clan the O'Conner's taught me much more about making traps than my Gram or Mother ever did. I learnt more of my letters and how to write better from them too, and I am grateful for the knowledge. I work in the town as I said, to pay off a debt my clan owed, so I can't always hunt during the week. The rabbit trap has saved my empty belly more than once, I'll say that. Maybe it's a pup way to get fed but food is food."
As Marc waited for Orca to be done, he explained about the Mayor of Drakborough, "the Mayor knows about me and the others who work for him, he invited me back with the letter to the O'Conners, remember I told you? He said he would protect me from the BFC if I came back - so I did. The work isn't that hard sometimes I wonder why more of our people don't get jobs. I am sure my family has never been as rich as I am now - though it's still nothing to most wizards, it's a lot to me. But I would never ever bite anyone! Then I'd never be able to pay back my debt, I'd be as good as dead, and I'd deserve it too. Don't you think we are better than that?" Marc sighed and hugged his knees thoughtfully.
"I do, I think we're smarter than to just snap from time to time. That's like a wizard just shouting Death Curses at whoever makes them angry."
"Ohhh, right." Orca inched a bit closer to the fire, held his hands out to it. He wasn't cold, hardly ever was, in fact, but the heat felt good. "Yeah, them Church people totally have, like, a wanted poster thing for me, hahah. Can you believe the reward for me is only fi'ty galleons? Maaaan." No respect.
He clapped the younger lycan on the shoulder, gave him a grin. "Don' worry, Marky. They can't extinct us, no way. We got others on our side, too, y'know." Romulus, and, hopefully, the other vampires. Not to mention, he had a bunch of human friends that had never really had a problem with the whole lycan thing; he couldn't see any of them just letting this so called Bee-Eff-Cee go and off all his kind on some stupid wizard whim.
He accepted the stick from Marc, turning it in his hands curiously. Thread the meat? How did he... Shrugging, Orca just impaled the chunk of poke, then handed it off. If he hadn't done it right, Marc could fix it, or something. He wasn't any good at this whole cooking thing, and never had been. Never would have to be, either. If he got sick of eating his food raw, he'd just pop into town and buy something there; if he didn't feel like spending his hard-earned cash, he'd find Sparky or someone to either make something for him or take him out. Not hard, no, not at all. Some called his lifestyle slacker-esque; Orca himself called it awesome.
"I guess that's pretty smart," the lycan admitted grudgingly. "Back when I was human, my pa taught me how to make snares and run huntin' lines an' shit, but I haven't never needed it. Th' pack here never hunts together, y'know, it's mostly just fend for yourself." He shrugged, laughing slightly. "Ain't hard, though, we more than a match for any prey we find." A wolf on its own might have a tough time, but they were more than mere wolves.
"We don't get jobs 'cause up 'til recently we couldn't, y'know. I got kicked outta th' damn school just for bein' there -- promise, kid, I wa'n't doin' shit -- an' I'm sure I only got off easy 'cause I know the Headmaster, or whatever." A brief scowl, as he watched Marc work. "Where I lived before, it weren't so bad, but there's a looot of prejudice 'gainst our kind here in Spain, or whatever. An', I actually do know some wizards who do just that, fire off them curses at a second's notice, even if you hardly done anythin' at them."
He grinned wryly, reached out to ruffle Marc's hair. "Sorry, kid, I been runnin' my mouth too much. Food done yet?"
Post by Marc Streampaw on Dec 18, 2010 17:19:52 GMT -5
Marc had been turning the meat on the spit forward no more than ten minutes. Still it was hot and the outside had browned somewhat. Knowing that most Lycan's liked their food still raw, Marc removed the pieces me carefully and gave it to Orca.
"Be careful don't burn your mouth it's very hot," said Marc, handing the piece of meat to Orca. Marc was pretty sure someone like Orca might not listen to him about how hot it was. But there was nothing he could do, he was not Orca's father after all.
Marc carefully listened to everything Orca had said. it troubled him that Orca said he knew wizards who would throw death curses around so casually, he hoped that he would never get to meet those people. Marc tried to smile, he didn't want Orca to think he was worrying too much.
"What do you want to drink with it?" asked Marc next. He had made some fresh orange juice last Monday, he was pretty sure he still had some in the rock refrigerator. Other than that he had just bought some butterbeer for lunch today, and could easily reheat it over the fire in a saucepan.
The lycan juggled the meat in his hands, blowing on it. "I ain't dumb," he muttered, and then promptly disproved that by taking a mouthful of the meat. Shit yeah, hot, but he was hungry, so he just chewed and swallowed. So what if the roof of his mouth was a little burned? He'd heal. Lycans, man. Lycans.
"Uhhh, I'm okay," was his full-mouth mumbled reply to Marc's drink offer. He wasn't sure what the boy would be offering him, way out here in the woods. For all he knew, Marc had his own home-run brewery, and they could sit up all night drinking moonshine and slurring not-that-funny-but-funny-because-they-were-drunk stories at each other.
Hahaha. Yeah. No.
"If you work f'r the mayor, or whatever, whycome you don't live in the town?" Orca asked, licking grease from his hands. "I mean, you seem to like the human stuff a lot, so why not just full-out live like one?"
Post by Marc Streampaw on Dec 19, 2010 11:56:48 GMT -5
Marc looked at Orca like he was crazy.
"I may have learned a lot of things from Miss Ashelle's clan but being human was not one of them. I have never known anything else, I was born a puppy my first turn was a 6 months. I remember crying, because it was so weird to have no fur and I was cold. Mother brought me a blanket and dried my eyes, and told me it was ok, everyone cries the first time. She looked so different with human eyes, but her touch was the same. She put her human shaped arms around me and I was comforted." Marc had been looking off over the fire but now looked back at Orca.
"Miss Ashelle says I am something called a Pureblood, but I have heard how some people use the word and I don't like it. I prefer to think of myself as a natural-born Lycan, just one that had many Lycan's in their family and certain traditions of how to raise them. Miss Ashlee said my family lived a nomadic lifestyle and Miss Vicki says we are Lycan Gypsies - I've never lived in a house, except for a brief time when I stayed with Miss Ashelle at the school, and also when I stayed in the O'Conner Compound, till they could introduce me to the clan that ran in their woods. That Clan called themselves The Enchanted, they were very friendly." Marc stoked the fire and then turned to Orca.
"You you know how to live as a human? If you prefer, I will live in the village, if it would please the clan. I will do my best to remember your tips about living that way -if you have any- then I would go and rent a small apartment. I suppose it wouldn't be so bad, then I could practice my dancing and no disturb anyone hunting," he added winking at Orca in a playful manner.
Orca tried very hard to make sense of the two hundred and eighty eight words spewed his way. Puppy? Human eyes? Pureblood? Lycan Gypsies? Enchanted Clan? His mouth hung open slightly as he tried to process this immense amount of information.
"Uhh..."
It wasn't going very well. He was no scholar, or dictionary, or, or any of those people or things that knew stuff.
Okay, so... Born lycan. What the hell was that? No, no, he wasn't stupid, he could do this. Born lycan. When a mommy lycan and a daddy lycan love each other very much... Right. Okay. So, cool.
The rest of it made a nice whooshing sound as it went right over his scruffy head.
"What? You don't gotta live in no human house. I don't -- and the pack don't -- give no shits about that stuff. I mean, y'can, but y'don't gotta. I was just wonderin', man."
A pause.
"You never stayed in a house before?" Huh. "I grew up in one... But to be honest, Marky, they're kinda overrated. I mean, I c'n sleep in a human bed anytime I want-" or, more accurately, anytime he convinced Sparky into having a sleepover- "but I prefer my tree any day."
At the school, you had to go all the way out of the teacher dorms and way down the hall to find the bathroom. At his place (i.e. the tree) all you had to do was jump down out of the damn branch and go a tree or two out.
Much more simplistic, not to mention easier on the bladder when you really had to go.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Dec 26, 2010 20:54:40 GMT -5
As Marc looked at his fellow Lycan, he couldn't help getting the feeling that the older boy had no idea about most of what he'd just said.
"Orca, am I confusing you," asked Marc, " if you have any questions I'll be glad to answer them - uhh, just as soon as I get some orange juice. There's some stored in the rock over there." Marc didn't want Orca to know but he had just eaten a bug accidentally. while such a thing usually didn't matter to most Lycan's, in human form it was kind of disconcerting.
Marc got up, and going over to the rock retrieved two small bottles of orange juice, and returned to where Orca sat. He he opened the first one and quickly drank half of it, washing the bug off his tongue in the process.
"Ahhhhh," Marc sighed contentedly, " that hit the spot." Then he turned to Orca. " I am sorry if I talk too much," he said, " I have noticed that I do that more often now that I have no family. We used to be able to go a long time without even saying a word, we communicated so well with just body language. I miss them - very much." Marc sighed and hung his head over his orange juice.
"Eh, I'm good, Marky. I'll figure most of it out eventually." He'd figure it out.. or just forget about it! Whatever way worked. :3
"I don' care if you talk too much," Orca was quick to inform the other boy when he started looking somewhat dejected. "I do that too! Annn', body language, yeah man, we can do that too. That's totes how I made friends with all those cats in Drakkie." He made a vague gesture, as though that would somehow enable Marc to understand anything he had just said.
"Whycome you don't go visit them?" the lycan asked, settling back on his hands to get a bit more comfortable, the now meat-free stick laying in front of him. "Yer family, I mean. Like, are they far or somethin'?" His own family was a whole ocean away, so if that was the reason, he understood.
Then again, he was totally cool not ever seeing his family again, so... maybe it wasn't the same thing at all.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Jan 10, 2011 19:23:37 GMT -5
Instead of looking less dejected, Orca's last question made Marc look even more sad.
"As far as I know they are all dead," said Marc still looking at the ground. He wiped his eyes roughly with his arm trying to stave off the tears he felt welling up in them, "the BFC killed them." Marc thought to go on with his narrative, but decided against it.
If Orca was not understanding him now, despite his assurance to the contrary, it would only get more complicated when he had to explain what happened to the other Streampaws.
"I wish the BFC had never existed," said Marc rubbing his eyes again. "Sometimes I even wish they'd never existed even if it would have cost me knowing Miss Ashelle. I met her when I was on the run from them, you see."
Suddenly Marc put down the orange juice, got on his knees in a dogs sitting position, and let out a long low mournful howl that came from the depths of his heart. It was the only way he could think of to stop himself from crying in front of Orca.
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