Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 12, 2009 23:42:07 GMT -5
The Frenchman sat on a bench under a street light staring up at the full moon. His blue eyes seeming to search the sky for an answer. This is the scene any normal human would assume was taking place.
Leseur dragged on his cigarette sending smoke gracefully billowing out of his nose moments later. Leseur was in actuality sniffing at the air. His powerful sense of smell was doing the searching at the moment. He was sniffing for a feminine scent, with a feminine scent may come companionship, and a meal...
Another flame from his cigarette brightened and dimmed and a smoke ring formed out of his mouth and quickly wisped away into nothing. This was getting boring. A full moon tonight and there was no prey out on the streets. It was a truly upsetting time for him. He so desired the feeling of raw muscle squishing through his teeth. The taste of blood filling his mouth and slowly trickling down into his stomach. The taste of a bloody drink satisfied him more than wine ever could.
He felt his mouth begin to salivate at the idea of a meal. A real meal. One that wasn't cooked and served on a plate. One that nature had brought him. With bones and concious thought. Oh, but to only have one bite of natural flesh.
Last Edit: Aug 12, 2009 23:42:25 GMT -5 by Leseur Follet
As a pup, it was the time that she waited for all month long. Her pack had been built on traditions, on values, on the idea that the old magic still held true and that a full moon actually meant something. But now it hardly had any effect on her, besides adding a bit of extra light streaming through the forest branches.
Although she used to fear Drakborough, it was now just another place to her. Sometimes interesting, mostly not, she got her thrills by eavesdropping on other people's conversations. The town was alive, vastly more alive than the forest was, and after some time she realized that it was far more interesting to spend her time with other people than by herself.
Despite having caught a rabbit for dinner, her appetite was still not satisfied and it soon became apparent that her only other option to obtain food with little effort was Drakborough. They had pubs there, didn't they? She'd only stood outside them before, too afraid to go in, but now she was (slightly) larger and less afraid. What was the worst that could happen? The night was a bit chilly, so she grabbed her thin black jacket and piled her hair on top of her head, hoping it would make her look older than her thirteen years.
While on her way to the pub, she spotted wisps of smoke coming up from a bench and turned to take a second look. There was a man sitting there and it took her only a moment to notice that he wasn't human, despite how much he looked the part. She stopped but couldn't think of anything to say, settling upon the first thing that came to her mind.
"Smoking kills, you know." Such a lame way to start a conversation, but she could really care less. She was torn between the hunger in her stomach and her own curiosity, the desire to know if there were more of her kind somewhere out there.
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong.
Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 24, 2009 18:16:52 GMT -5
"Smoking kills, you know."
Leseur's thoughts on food were abruptly ended as a voice broke into his thoughts and a scent of family burst into his nostrils which had been too clouded before by the cigarette smoke. His gaze found the girl who had spoken to him and a small grin spread across his lips. She couldn't have been more than fifteen, maybe seventeen. These women nowadays...you could never really tell their age. Some women looked fifteen but in reality may have been a bit older. It disturbed Leseur how the young had so adeptly mastered looking older.
"Yes, mademoiselle, eet does. It does not howevear keel me az much az eet may keel othears" His blue eyes met the young girls. "Ave you been drawn out by thee full moon az well? Eet eez so beauteeful I almost can't stand it"
Leseur was still so hungry and he wanted prey, and after he spoke his mind quickly reverted back to his thoughts of a satisfying meal.
Even though Cealla wanted to trust this stranger badly, she knew that it was still best to be vigilant. The town had all sorts of people and she had seen her share of trouble; tonight was not the night to get herself into a scrape. Although the man looked older than her, she doubted that he would give her any trouble. Nothing that she wouldn't be able to run away from, and nothing that, as a very last resort, Fenris could defend her from. She was not proud of her son, but could not help but use him to her advantage while she still remained so much smaller than him.
"Not so much the full moon as the promise of a full stomach." She replied, glancing down the street where she could hear the sounds of drunken revelry. "Care to join me, sir?"
Sometimes it was best to let your guard down for a while. What was the worst that could happen?
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong.
Post by Leseur Follet on Aug 24, 2009 22:04:35 GMT -5
Leseur eyed the girl for a moment before speaking, "Well we should at least eentroduce ourselves first. My name eez Leseur Follet, and aren't you a leetle too young to get eento a bar?" As much as Leseur felt connected to her, he did feel the need to point out she couldn't pass for a seventeen year old.
Leseur flicked his cigarette into the wind, the ashes and sparks flying through the air. "But eef you are determined, we shall go" He gave his fellow Lycan a wink.
The night was a comfortable one, with none of the usual summer heat lingering in the air. If anything, she felt a little chilly as she pulled her coat a bit tighter thanks to an aptly placed belt. Too young? Psh. It didn't matter so long as she had money. Which she did, for once, have. That dear old witch should have made sure her purse string wasn't so easy to chew through.
"Cealla. And it doesn't quite matter that much, does it?" She whipped out a tube of lipstick from her bag and applied it while glancing into a shop window. That should get her to look at least seventeen, especially with the help of the bar's dim lighting.
Last night I dreamt that I was chasing a pack of wolves, trying to belong.
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