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Post by Leo Noel Reid on Mar 10, 2013 14:10:39 GMT -5
Leo had been feeling a bit restless while he attempted to read over some papers for work. It had nearly taken him an hour just to reread the same sentence over and over again for it to sink into his head. With a frustrated sigh he dropped the paper onto his desk and leaned back into his chair and ran his hand up his face and into his hair pulling at strands in every which direction. He allowed his hands to rest at the back of his neck as he stared at the crack on his ceiling. “Time to get some fresh air Leo.” He muttered to himself lightly as he pushed himself backwards allowing the chair to scrap against the floor before standing and stretching.
Closing the door to his office he made his way into his bedroom where he made quick work of the sweat pants and white tee shirt he had been wearing for something a bit more practical for the outside weather. After donning on a pair of black jeans and two shirts, one long sleeved under a short sleeved, he made his way out of his apartment and then quickly down the stairs of his complex before hitting the streets. It didn’t take him that long to reach the park before aimlessly wondering around. It felt nice to be outside of his apartment and enjoying the fresh air, however a small part of him wanted more. Slowly he found himself walking along the river and following it further into the surrounding forest.
Once Leo had left the park behind he had found a appeared to be a small trail along the river. He quietly followed the trail not really caring at this point where it leads him. He knew that all he really had to do was follow it in the opposite direction and he would be able to find his way home. Finally! He Finally felt the restlessness fade away the deeper he walked into the forest. Slowly a small smile ebbed its way onto his features as he took in the sights around him.
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Post by catania jainey graves on Mar 14, 2013 8:06:27 GMT -5
It was very warm in her current situation. The blood was rushing around her body as fast as her heart beat was racing. Ania knew that it wasn't good to be having a racing heart beat in her current state. Not that there was really much that she could be doing about that now, but still. Ania wished that there was just one instance, during these nightmares, where they just... you know, didn't happen at all. That would be great. Actually, that would be more than great. That would be excellent. It was a drag having them at night; especially when she'd just got comfortable. It was hard having to sleep and then suddenly, BAM! It hits you like a ton of house bricks. Not just little bits at a time, but the whole shebang, thing. The nightmares didn't start off in a trickle and eventually lead to the stream. Not for Ania at least. They just came all in one go and that was the beginning of a cycle that she'd rather go without. Of course, there were times that it got incredibly worse for her and screaming was inevitable. Like tonight! Strangers didn't just get the one episode where no screaming was involved. They received the whole deal with a little extra thrown in for good measure - just to be on the safe side. No, it wasn't a way to get people to notice Ania. In fact it wasn't a way at all, it was just an incident that needed to be taken care of, or all hell may break lose. Not that it probably hadn't already, but still.
Her head was pounding and her side was throbbing with pain. Ania had disappeared to the river last night in hopes that she could clean herself up and avoid anymore werewolves for the rest of the night. So far, so good. But little did she know that one was heading straight for her. Right now she was far too occupied with the screaming that was going on inside of her head, and the sharp pain in her side. Not really knowing which one she was supposed to be dealing with, Ania just laid herself down flat on the ground and placed one hand on her side; stopping the flow of blood even more, and the other on her forehead, rubbing her temples in a desperate -- yet futile, attempt to stop the screaming inside of it.
It seemed apparent that, for a hunter, Ania wasn't very smart. She'd left a trail of the blood along the path that she'd traipsed through late last night, and then a small puddle of it behind a huge rock that she'd slept against not-so-soundly. If there was one thing that was going to get her, it would be a wolf, but seeing as how that was far from her mind right now, she just didn't care. Neither of her actions seemed to be working -- well, the pressure was, since the blood had stopped flowing, but the rubbing of her temples was just making the headache worse. Ania let out a small whimper, glad that no-one was around to hear her, because she didn't want to appear to be weak in front of people. Especially not after the reputation that she'd built up for herself from the age of twelve to current. Then she heard the footsteps and snapped to attention. Instantly she moved to a crouching position, looking in every direction possible, because looking up slowly over the top of the rock, dipping back down quickly when she saw nothing. "Stupid.." she muttered to herself. "...just your imagination." You're too hyper-aware Ania, that's what he did to you.
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Post by Leo Noel Reid on Mar 14, 2013 8:51:27 GMT -5
It was as if his mind was going a thousand miles a minute. He was still trying to process everything that he had been told a few nights ago. Werewolves apparently existed and by some strange, almost sick in his opinion, way he was now among their ranks. A small part of him was still trying to deny everything that Callum had told him; was still trying to deny everything that he had seen. However no matter how much he knew he didn’t want to believe, he couldn’t deny the proof that had been burned into his retinas. An now that he knew what he was looking for in signs of his ‘symptoms’ he couldn’t really deny that yes his sense were much better than they had been before he had made his journey to Converse.
Stopping along the river bank he closed his eyes and concentrated. It was still close to the new moon so he wasn’t expecting much. Callum did say that the closer to the new moon the more human he would feel. Of course his mind had processed that as the more normal he would feel. Yet even now he could make out the slightest detail that he knew he shouldn’t be privy to. Several yards to his right he could just make out the sounds of a creature moving in the brush. Took a deep breath his nose told him that it was deer, at least three of them. But wait….there was something else in the air. Something metallic…blood? Opening his eyes he arched his left brow slightly as he turned around where he stood a few times to get his bearings before once again inhaling deeply.
The scent was coming from just west of him being carried down by the wind. Moving forward once again he kept his eyes peeled for anything that might lead him to where the bleeding figure was. After about five minutes of walking he stopped to find the scent before turning north just a bit and moving forward. It didn’t take him long to find a small trail of blood that soon led him to a puddle. Kneeling down next to the boulder he slowly reached out to tab the tip of his finger into the browning substance. Tentatively he brought the tip of his finger to his nose and took a quick sniff. Yep this was definitely blood alright…but what kind of blood, and whose blood? Was there a why for werewolves to tell blood apart from animals and humans? He’ll have to remember this question and bring it up to Callum later. So of course he did the only thing that came to mind. In a quick motion he pressed the tip of his finger to the tip of his tongue before spitting the taste back out. Tastes metallic to him, and that’s about all he could figure out from there.
Standing Leo wiped the remaining drops off onto his jeans before surveying the area once again. “This way.” He muttered to himself as he found that the trail seemed to move back towards the river. The scent was slowly starting to change. It was starting to smell like fresh blood now, so whatever was bleeding hadn’t gotten very far. Once back at the river he scanned the area to see where the mysterious injured figure could be. With that amount of bleeding he doubted anything could have gotten very far. Hearing movement over to his right his head snapped in that direction and instinct took over to hide behind the closest tree. Straining his hears he managed to pick up the faintest of sounds. Someone was muttered. So it was a human…or at least for now they were human. Moving quietly through the brush he decided to sneak around. His mind slowly sinking into that of a predator searching for its prey. Finally! His eyes landed on the figure hiding and clenching her side. “Are you alright?” he asked a bit on edge.
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