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Post by cara on Jun 26, 2012 16:58:43 GMT -6
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Opening her closet she pulled out a small black dress that was a bit odd but she loved it. The top portion (basically where her bra would hit) was a brownish blackish leather and underneath was a simple black stretch cotton. Sounded weird but looked amazing against her pale skin and blonde hair. Pairing it with a pair of skinny jeans and a pair of black ballet flats that she could walk in. She wasn't planning on being in the woods long so she didn't want to dress in normal workout clothing, just in long enough to get the lay of the land so to speak.
Putting on two rings, a heart necklace, a United Kingdom sparkly bracelet that she always wore and a pair of Ray-Ban aviators and she was ready to go.
Walking out her door she jumped on her 2008 Suzuki GSXR 1300 that was custom painted a purple chrome with silver tribal all over and headed towards the outskirts of the woods. Once there she parked her bike, leaving her helmet on the handlebar and headed into the woods, jogging down a straight path before veering off a bit into the woods. The trees were green, the sun was shining but with a nice breeze.
In her opinion it was the perfect day.
She could sense something within her calling out to run as fast as she could but she ignored it, knowing that it was the wolf inside her wanting to be free. She didn’t know how to control her wolf side, though she had heard it was possible it wasn’t something she had ever really thought about for the sheer fact of she hadn’t ever known another werewolf well enough to ask. She had met a few along the way but had never gotten to be friends with them as she didn’t agree with their ideology of how they lived their lives.
Running had always been a stress relief for her but for now, she wasn’t stressed, she was simply running to run. One of her favorite things to do.
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Post by daniel on Jun 26, 2012 19:10:30 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size]  ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz had spent the morning in a rough mood. Seeing Willow had been... harder then he had anticipated. He could feel the wolf straining at the bit like a caged beast and he could feel it in his own muscles. He was affecting the beast, as he always had, through his emotions. He didn't like the feeling, confusion about the past, about choices he had made. He knew his journey was a hard path to walk, one where he could control the monster, change his fate. It was one he had to take, and he did not regret it, but it had not been far from easy. Now just when he was getting himself sorted out life threw a wrench in it. Instead of sitting and moping he did what he usually did in times of worry. He went for a run in the most freeing manner he could.
Oz had gone into the woods, far from any beaten path. He had a grotto, a thicket of trees, he used as a hiding place for his clothes. He had marked it, both as a human and as a wolf, so he could find it whenever he needed to. It was here he started his trek. He deposited his bag there and stripped, placing all his things into the empty backpack and shoving it into a hollow in the roots of one of the larger, broad leafed oaks. The wind tickled his flesh and he took a deep breath in and sat down amongst the trees. It wasn't an easy process, changing at will. It took concentration, and careful control. It had taken him years to master. Then again he had not had a teacher who had experienced the change himself until the end. When he had found the old man in Romania.
This was where things became more focused. He worked through the five styles of breathing. These he had learned from a monk in china. Each touched a different chakrim and readied him to accept the wolf. With each style he could feel the creature drawing closer to the surface of his consciousness, forcing him to work harder to maintain his calm, collected demeanor. He could not let go now, never now. If he released now he would unleash the monster, not the placid wolf he had become. The final breath, the breath of wind's sigh, he drew the air back into the space behind his eyes, through his nose and back out the way it had come.
Then he opened his eyes just as the pupil swirled to towards molten gold. His red black, spiked hair curled outwards and thickened. Fur burst like a million needles exploding from his skin over his whole body. He twitched and convulsed slightly as his organs changed, but he maintained his pose the best he could, tranquil, careful, sedate. The tea he drank daily helped to sooth the monster, keep its mind at ease. His face twisted, lengthening and his ears drifted up his head, stretching and becoming more triangular. Then he fell forward onto his hands. His hind legs snapped and rebuilt themselves. His toes shrunk into paws. Everything found its place until lastly a black and reddish tan tail shot from his pelvis completing the shift to werewolf. He stood on all fours, more animal like then he had once been. He was taller then the average wolf, and bulkier. He still looked more then wolf, but far, far less man. With paws that were more like hands and eyes that held the spark of humanity. It was strange to see such a creature standing so calm and still. He had maintained his zen. He was in control. The wolf was satisfied, he could feel it sink into his bones like a blanket, willing him to run, to hunt. The later he ignored.
His nose twitched as he forced his mind to remain in dominate control and gave a yap of glee. Then he surged forward, running through the forest in abandon. There was no explaining to anyone the feeling of freedom that came from a controlled, shifted run. The sounds of the forest were a complex song no human ear could follow. There were smells he couldn't even begin to describe with words, and he had long stopped trying. It was like everything exploded with new information. It had taken him quite a while to begin to sort through them the first few times. His color perception was lessened, but he could handle the loss for the pure freedom that came as his large paws tore over the ground. He flew through the woods scaring flocks of fowl and small creatures alike. He howled, softly though as to not frighten any hikers.
Sadly all romps must end. He returned to his grove and his nose began to twitch madly. Something, familiar and yet strange tugged at his senses. He spun in a few circles, nose pressed to the ground, but unable to find the source soon gave up. He sat himself down and with the same calm repeated the whole process in reverse. The wolf looked ridiculous going through the five styles of breathing. Sitting still as the dead, not even his tail tip twitching. His body shifted back to human with efficient ease and he stood tall stretching as soon as it completed. His mind was settled, peaceful with the feeling of languid strain that came from shifting and running combined. It felt good to be back in his own skin. As much as he enjoyed the run, he couldn't help but feel better at being human again. There was a wildness to the wolf within he could never fully grow accustomed too. While he did not hate the animal any longer, he couldn't say he would ever fully trust it.
He stretched his arms over his head, feeling his back pop. A groan escaped him as he slumped forward slightly. He took another deep, calming breath in, letting go of years of tension about an issue he hadn't realized he still harbored emotions for. Then there was that smell again. He couldn't identify it but then there was something else. Then he heard it, the shift of weight on the leaves and pine needles. Someone was here, and who knows how long they had been. He had been working himself into a trance enough to push the wolf back. God knows what they saw. He turned around slowly, naked as the day he was born to find he was not alone. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jun 26, 2012 20:05:42 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Stopping where she was she quickly dug out her iPod which was located in her back pocket. Her iPod was simple, one of those little shuffles as she used it simply in the car and to work out so she didn’t need one of the fancy iPod Touches like a lot of others had. She didn’t feel the need to spend a ridiculous amount of money on something that was simply to have the ‘next greatest thing’ rather than use something that had never failed her since she had bought it over two years before hand. She loved her little blue iPod and it served its purpose well.
Playing the Wicked Soundtrack was always the way she ran, something that everyone made fun of her about. She wasn’t sure why she was so completely obsessed with this particular musical but she just couldn’t get over it. Maybe it was because the characters truly called to her. She usually sided with the good guys in plays, musicals, books, television shows, anything really…yet in the musical Wicked she completely agreed with the ‘Wicked Witch of the West’ which always struck her as odd. She had only seen the musical performed once live but she loved listening to the musical.
Not really paying attention to where she was going she simply ran, letting herself get lost in the different tracks that she had on shuffle.
So nothing bad… I hope you’re right… nothing all that bad.
Her eyes were concentrated on the leaves in front of her, the different trees swaying in the breeze as she felt the same breeze rush around her face and hair. She had her hair down, her curls hanging around her face though luckily they weren’t too messed up. Well, they were messed up in her standards yet most girls would be jealous about how she could run and not get really gross like some would get. She simply chalked it up to being a perk of being a werewolf and not having to worry about getting out of breath while running.
As she ran she felt the wolf inside her howling, not really understanding why though. She was running, just like it liked her to. So why the wolf wanting her to do something other than run she didn’t really understand. She stopped for a moment, trying to take deep breaths as she felt the wolf almost crawling to be let out.
You can have all you ever wanted…I know…but I don’t want it…I can’t want it…anymore…
Letting her senses overtake her a little bit she followed the way she was being pulled, never feeling like this before and yet somehow knowing that it was alright. Stopping before the wolf wanted her too she could almost hear it howling and yet she refused to listen, doing what she felt was safe. Stopping her eyes widened as she took in a wolf…no…not a wolf…a werewolf…just like her. Yet this one seemed tame…almost…calm as it phased slowly back to a human form. Wait…what!?
She watched as a man who looked to only be a couple years older than she was. Squeaking when she saw that he had phased back naked (as she knew realistically they all did but for some reason it hadn’t occurred to her that he would when she had seen him start to phase) she quickly turned her back to him. “Uhh…sorry?!” She squeaked out, hating herself for sounding so ridiculous. Then realizing she had turned her back to a werewolf who clearly phased during regular days rather than just days leading up to and leading away from the full moon she turned back around, keeping her eyes locked on his eyes rather than anywhere else.
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Post by daniel on Jun 26, 2012 21:54:21 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz stared at the girl, who looked ready for a day in the mall not a day in the woods. She was beautiful, and the wolf inside him reeled at the sight. He knew this feeling. He had had it once before. That instinctual draw of recognizing your own kind. He had felt the pull to Veruka just the same as he did to this pretty blonde girl, a sensation he couldn't ever forget. Now he knew what he was looking at. A werewolf.
“Not your fault.” He said lazily. His mind wandered back to his present state and he looked down then back to her as she turned away. If he hadn't know what she was he might have thought it odd she didn't run. Most people would flee in terror at what she had seen. A shift, well that and he didn't take himself as the best looking guy around. It helped he played guitar but honestly, with guys like angel and spike running about it was hard to compete.
He turned and grabbed his backpack quietly and pulled out his pants. These were slid up so by the time she turned around he was mostly clothed. Well that was an interesting first impression. He pulled his pants tight and glanced back over with an arched brow. She was staring. He just stared a moment as he grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head.
He sat down and pulled on his shoes. She didn't appear to be running anywhere. She was quite fixedly staring at his face. “Well I'm not going to do it again if that's what you're wondering.” He stated offhandedly. He shouldered his backpack and shrugged it over his other arm. He stood up and took her in now that she was dressed. She was beautiful, blonde hair and bright eyed. Then again, just like Varuka he could just be feeling the call of the wolf. The instinct to form a pack.
Deciding he had best say something else he brushed off his clothes and stood up. There was no point in saying anything about the shift. If she had questions she would ask them when her mind wrapped around what she had seen. He wasn't sure how new this girl was. “So what happened to you?” He asked calmly. “Bit by a dog?”
There were better things he could have asked, but Oz decided it was better to diffuse the tension instead of worry her more. It wasn't exactly common to meet another werewolf. Soon enough he would have to ask harder questions, like did she have a cage, and if she knew the slayer was in town. For the moment though he didn't care. He had just flashed this woman his genitals, not to mention his inner animal, and it was best not to panic her any further. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jun 26, 2012 22:18:25 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Hearing him say that it wasn't her fault set her inner wolf on edge even more, but not for the reason one might think. It wasn't because it was frightened, no, it was his voice. The voice of a fellow werewolf, one that could understand it. She took a deep breath, knowing that this was going to be frequent for the rest of the conversation as she was trying her hardest to keep calm. Usually she would run if she felt this worked up but she had a feeling that running would cause a bad effect and she didn't want to start something that she was sure that she couldn't finish.
Hearing a zip of a bag (or a pair of hands, she really wasn't sure) as she turned around she breathed a sigh of relief when she realized he was at least partly dressed which he rectified quickly as he finished dressing. He seemed to be very aloof as he barely spoke it seemed and had it not been for an age old intelligence that shown out through his eyes she might have thought of him as quiet because he had nothing intelligent to say, but that was clearly not the case. She didn’t understand how someone who looked as young as he did could seem as intelligent…as wise as he did, especially since he really hadn’t said anything other than a line or two and yet he pulled it off with a grace that she had never seen before.
She rolled her blue eyes at his statement about not doing it again. "I wasn't waiting for a show for your information." She told him before taking her rubber band that was hidden underneath her United Kingdom bracelet and threw her hair up into a messy bun, pulling her sunglasses off her eyes so she could get a clearer look at the man standing in front of her. On closer examination she realized that he was only a couple inches taller than her, short for a male but not incredibly tiny or anything along those lines. He was well built, not a bean pole but not a bulky weight lifter either. He seemed lean and yet muscular at the same time, it was a good look for him.
Shaking her head, she knew she had to stay focused. Hearing his question about getting bit by a dog brought her back to what she was doing and before she realized it she was shaking her head. "Not exactly...well...unless you want to call us dogs which I would request that you didn't." She stated softly, wondering if he was one of the two extremes it seemed that all werewolves were. She had met two types of wolves, staying away from both of them. One type of werewolf loved being a wolf, using it to their benefit by seducing those who they could, running around and harming people on full moons, etc. The other was basically a hermit, hiding away from everyone as they saw themselves as monsters. She wondered which type he was...and a small part of her hoped he was like her...somewhere stuck in the middle.
"I was bit when I was ten." She stated, shocking herself by offering up even that small bit of information. "By a werewolf who didn't take care to lock himself away during full moons if you must know...what about you...what's your story?" She asked him, desperate for information but not at all showing it.
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Post by daniel on Jun 26, 2012 23:11:01 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] He kept himself calm, his own wolf curious, but keeping mellow just like he was. Too much practice around too many mentors to lose his cool now. He kept himself steady his green eyes following her movements carefully. There was a time he would have been unworried about hostility from a pretty girl, but that time had long since gone. Too many years under fire left him wary, but open. He could see her agitation, it practically rolled off her in waves.
He lifted his hands and waved them downwards in an appeasing manner. “It was a joke. Take it easy.” He hadn't meant to upset her. Off went the glasses and up went the hair and he found himself caught momentarily in her eyes. Just like Varuka he could see something wild just out of reach, incomprehensible and dangerous. Thinking of that rather bad time made him realize the dangerous game he could be playing. He would not lose the last five years of work go up in smoke. One wild night and he would have to start almost back at square one. Still the wolf inside him longed for the company and he could feel it in his veins.
“Again another joke. Momenti.” He said carefully spreading his hands peacefully. He glanced back towards town casually hoping no one else would come waltzing out into the woods right about now. He didn't want to explain this to buffy or any of the scoobies. They would see it as him endangering the people of Mystic falls. Plus another werewolf? Well there would be all sorts of questions. With Varuka vividly on his mind he doubted they would feel any differently. It could be so black and white sometimes it made his head spin. He was more of a gray area sort of person. Happy to always strike the middle. If he did not appease the wolf, and practice his routine, he could not keep it under control. At least on the full moon he did not shred everything in sight. The beast was mostly docile. Even in the kennel he had, nights had become easier. Well once the wolf had stopped trying to chew on the silver bars anyways.
Her explosion of information threw him a bit. Normally people were a bit more concealing about this sort of stuff. He let her talk herself out and thought about it. His story wasn't exactly exciting or horrible. “Well I was playing with my ten year old cousin, he bit me. Came to find he had been bitten the year prior.” He shifted a bit then cocked his head in a somewhat canine manner. His eyes held just a glimmer of the gold his wolf self had possessed. “I tend to cage myself. I do my best not to cause trouble.”
He phrased the last bit to sound as if he expected the same of her. If it was otherwise he would give her a chance to leave before sicking the slayer on her. He wasn't about to go starting trouble where he didn't have to. There was no need for death if it didn't have to happen. He had never been the first to grab the guns, even if he was always happy to wield them if push came to shove. If the world needed saving, he was a good man to call, but otherwise he avoided violence.
“Well I suppose this is the point we introduce ourselves. I'm Oz.” he held out a hand to her inviting her to accept at least a subtle gesture of friendship for the moment. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jun 26, 2012 23:28:30 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Seeing his seemingly calm facade she forced herself to relax, reigning in her own wolf as much as possible. She was usually extremely in control, not worrying anything really as she pretty much kept to herself. This wasn't to say that she didn't have friends and family because she did but when it came down to it she was a fairly closed off individual, that was simply her personality. However because she hadn’t been in contact with many werewolves it was a bit of a struggle to reign it in as it wanted to come out. She knew that inside her, the wolf was rattling against her cage, wanting to find a mate, wanting to join a pack, something in which Cara had refused it. She knew her eyes were wild and she closed them, centering herself as much as possible in order to calm down, knowing she could easily be putting this unknown man on edge which was something she really didn’t want to do.
Seeing him look around she tensed, wondering if he was waiting for any more people to join them. If so she would be gone so fast it would make anyone's head spin. However he seemed to be as relieved as she was that no one else was around which made her relax her stance, slipping into a casual footing rather than the almost defensive one she had been in prior. Body language was everything; especially between werewolves...they were after all part animal in some ways.
Her blue eyes widened when she heard that his ten year old cousin bit him while they had been playing. "That had to suck." She stated bluntly before covering her mouth, a soft red blush covering her cheeks. "Wow, that came out a lot blunter than I intended, sorry." She told him before smiling in a friendly manner as she heard that he caged himself. "Doesn't seem like you need to as you can clearly control yourself a lot better than most, however that's good to know. A lot of others tend to make trouble for themselves because they think or rather they know that they can." She told him, her eyes glazing over a bit as she remembered the few wolves she'd met over the years. “I cage myself as well. I actually had to come here a couple weeks before school started to make sure I knew of someplace that I could get myself locked up. At home I had a barn that my…my older brother and I made sure was safe for me to transform.” She admitted, her voice breaking a bit at the mention of Masen.
"Seeing his hand she took it, shaking it firmly, but still in a female-like handshake, seeing in surprise at how his hand, though fairly small in usual male respects, actually swallowed her own. "I'm Cara. It's nice to meet you." She replied before motioning to the ground. "Mind if I pull up a blade of grass? Since I stopped my run before I had intended I should probably stretch." she told him honestly, feeling a lot more at ease for some unknown reason.
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Post by daniel on Jun 27, 2012 0:24:01 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz was glad when her position turned to a relaxed one. She was right body language was everything. The tension that had run through his shoulders relaxed and he slumped forward in his usual manner. He wasn't confident she wouldn't snap and go crazy on him, but for the moment she seemed an alright sort. He wasn't going to deny he was curious. It had been a while since he had met others of his kind. There had been one in Tibet, but he had lost it and Oz had helped put him down, a woman in India, but she was caged just as he was at the full moon. If he ever got his way, there would be no danger even then. But still, after all this time if a human came in range, he would tare them to pieces. There was still a price, there was always a price.
Her bluntness was met with a lopsided grin, no teeth just a crook of his lips and a glint lingering in his eyes. “It might have.” Another non-committal statement. He shrugged, “But I guess you live with your lot right? Don't be sorry. Better to be blunt then never get questions answered.” It was a poke at himself, who rarely bothered outside of short clipped questioning.
Despite his rather laid back, few words mindset. Oz was a veritable genius. He always had been. He saw the world differently then most. He just didn't see a reason to go around flaunting it like some snobby stuck up dope. It didn't help anyone. Besides he would much rather turn his mind to music, or his work on control, or perhaps getting a band together. His mind wandered a bit before he realized he was being rude. Sometimes his mind ran away and forgot to tell his mouth.
“Well I have some control, but that doesn't mean the wolf doesn't get away from me. I still haven’t gotten the hang of the full moon. For instance. If I was still the wolf. And you were just a person, it could take some serious effort not to hurt you.”
She mentioned sitting and he dropped himself to the grass. “Sure. Pull up a blade anywhere. There are plenty to choose from.” He took a moment on her previous statement. Wondering where she had found. At first he thought to let it go but he thought the better of it. Best to ask questions as he had just said.
“So where do you have to lock yourself up? Is it safe?” He shifted thoughtfully until he found a comfortable position, his legs all askew. If not he supposed he could part with his own gilded cage, give it to her and take Willow up on the offer of the cage in Buffy's basement.
Why Buffy had a cage in the basement, he really didn't need to know. However he hoped it was for situations like his and not for other reasons. It wasn't his place to question her methods, but being so close to Willow and Buffy when he was shifted made him nervous. He had very nearly killed Willow once before, and he doubted Buffy would keep giving him passes if it happened again. Still it was better then the alternative, an adjusted living werewolf—as he liked to call himself—losing her cool and ripping people apart would not look good on him either. It showed the dangers of keeping a werewolf around. If he could guarantee her a cage that would contain her wolf side, then so be it. ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jun 27, 2012 20:17:04 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Hearing him comment about living with your lot struck a chord within her s she knew exactly what he meant. She knew that most people having been bitten by a werewolf or even more normal things like developing an illness or going through a break up, they simply shut down. They didn't function, no longer tried to live their lives as they had once done. Instead they would simply go on day to day, not really living, just simply existing. She wasn't that type of person and it seemed as if Oz wasn't either. She was grateful to have met someone who was a bit more like her rather than those that she had come into contact with over the years.
So he had some control huh? That was better than most had, including herself. She could control the wolf while not in wolf form but she knew if a human came upon her while in her wolf form she wouldn't be able to hold back and that was a thought that tormented her every day. She hated to have to keep herself locked away but she refused to be a danger to anyone so she did what she had to do in order to create a peace of mind for everyone involved...even those who didn't realize they were involved.
Seeing him drop to the grass she did the same, stretching out a bit so she could sit more comfortably in order to stretch out her calves, knowing she would be wishing she had if she didn't do so now. Riding on her motorcycle with a charley horse wasn't something she ever intended to do again, once was definitely more than enough to learn that lesson. She could still remember vividly having to pull over on the side of the road and stretch out like a moron because she couldn’t take the pain any longer.
Worse part was her parents had driven by and witnessed it but didn’t realize it was her so when she got home they were laughing about some crazy girl doing stretches on the side of the highway. Yeah, she felt like a moron after that particular conversation.
She tilted her head to the side as she wondered briefly if she should tell him where she had rigged for herself on full moons. She figured it wouldn't hurt to tell him what, just not exactly where. "I actually paid for a semester's worth of a storage unit that's fairly secluded. Inside I have a cage inside and the outside padlocks. The doors are steel and the cage is as well, so there's no way I'm getting out. The key is on a hook that I can reach while in human form but can't in wolf form, so it all works out in the end. It's a bit annoying to drive a little far out of the way in order to transform but such is the annoyance of being a werewolf...you do what you got to do." She stated with a shrug.
"What about you?"
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Post by daniel on Jun 28, 2012 9:32:47 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz did not take the control he maintained for granted. There were many wolves who would kill for his skills, however their uses could be different. He was sure that there were wolves out there who tried to master this art for their own personal gain, to shift and kill not to control. Still he doubted those wolves ever got far. The mental control it took just to start the shift was extreme. In fact he was feeling a little run down himself. He would probably end up passing out on his bed the moment he got 'home', Really his van was home anymore. He had lived out of it for a month or two upon returning to the states, the time in which it took him to discover mystic falls.
He watched her stretch, considering doing the same. His muscles felt relaxed though, loose and well worked. Then again it probably was better for him. So he mirrored her pose. He was not the most flexible man. Sure he could reach his toes, but he wouldn't be doing any splits or back flips. Leave the aerobic stuff to his wolf self. He was fine with basic mobility. He hummed at her assessment and nodded quite satisfied. It would do. Not exactly like he was going to tell her it didn't, however it sounded rather like a safe cage. One he would have built himself if he wasn't so constantly on the road.
”I have one of those wolfdog kennels. You know steel heavy duty. I call it the travel crate. I had it plated in silver, so the wolf won't even touch the bars or door. It has a couple padlocks and it bars from the outside, which I can lift but the wolf can't. I drive it out into the woods each full moon and lock myself up. I got other options now though.” He had already said so much detailed information. For Oz it was like he had just recited a long winded speech. It felt better to be indefinite about the final portion. Besides he didn't know if she knew about the slayer, and the hunters, that littered this city.
It was like Sunnydale. Everything and everyone was drawn here. Like moths to an open flame. The idea worried him, like a small red light flashing at the back of his mind, a warning he couldn't understand. After he had been bitten Sunnydale had been the same. It was a city of death, and finally the town itself had succumbed to it. He worried that Mystic falls might turn out the same, a death trap waiting to spring on all those unwary souls. So Oz had taken note. He would be prepared for whatever it was when the time came.
His mind wandered back to the present and he realized that perhaps he should say something else. He glanced up at the sun, trying to judge time, but that was rather hard. He would pull his phone from his bag later. He switched stretching legs and smiled. ”Glad you arn't the run around and kill people sort. Or the I'm in love with the wolf kind which can be even worse. I didn't want to grab a hunting party. I don't like getting people killed.”
Most hunting parties would have nothing on a werewolf. You needed silver bullets, and very careful snares. The wolves were smart, and quick. You had to know what you were doing. Luckily he had Buffy, and Willow, and anyone else who happened to be running with them these days. There was bound to be all manner of folks he could call out on a hunt. Besides, he had her scent now. He could find her so long as the trail didn't run cold. ”How long you been in Mystic Falls?” ---------------------- [/size][/center] His cage looks something like this plated silver |
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Post by cara on Jun 28, 2012 10:48:25 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Hearing him tell her about his 'travel crate' as he called it made her smile a bit. He seemed to have it down pat. She had done the same thing one summer when her and her family had gone camping. well, not exactly the same thing but pretty close. "I had a 'travel crate' as you call it once before. My parents and my brother and I all went camping when I was thirteen. We had a steel and silver cage that we locked up in a travel pop-up trailer. Padlocked it quite a few times and then left it in the woods about 30 miles away from where my parents would be camping. Probably wasn’t the smartest decision we ever made but we did what we could. My brother stayed outside the entire time with a tranquilizer gun, waiting for me to break free. Luckily he never had to use it." She stated, thinking fondly of Masen.
Feeling her muscles protesting she spread her legs a bit more in a position that looked like a half split, leaning down to one leg and then the other, making sure that she wasn't stiff. She knew most women would probably call her out on trying to seduce the man in front of her by showing how 'bendy' she was (this had been something a friend of hers had said once when Cara had stretched randomly in front of a bunch of guys) but that wasn't the case at all. She knew how to take care of herself and wouldn't let the fact that some guy was sitting in front of her cause her to be in pain.
"I've met both types...not sure which I prefer less to be honest." She told him. "The killing people one...those are hard to deal with because it's scary to see what could have happened to me if I wouldn't have had my family behind me." She stated morosely. "However I think it's the other kind the scare me more. The ones who love being the werewolf. I mean I don't hate it...I don't really have an opinion on it to be honest. It's really all I've ever known...but that doesn't mean that if I had a time machine that I wouldn't go back and change it...because I would. I don't understand how people can enjoy it so much. The being out of control, the having to spend three nights a month locked in a cage, it's exhausting." She stated before realizing that she was completely rambling. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get off on a tangent. Anyway, glad to know that I won't be hunted...at least not this week anyway." She stated with a laugh.
“I’ve been in Mystic Falls for about two months now, well, no, that’s not exactly true. I came here two months ago to find a place to transform. Once I had that set up I went home to get the rest of my stuff and got back about two weeks ago. Just got my apartment all fixed up for the start of the semester.” She told him with a fond smile at the thought of her cozy small apartment.
Word Count:: 550
Tag:: Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne
Outfit:: Click here for Cara's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Cara's Bike
Note:: <3
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Post by daniel on Jun 28, 2012 11:09:13 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz watched her half split and he avoided that one. He wasn't flexible to look like anything but an idiot doing that. Instead he pulled his legs up into the 'butterfly' position with his feet flat together and pushed his knees somewhat towards the ground. Honestly he was impressed her jeans weren't ripping. Usually it wasn't the most forgiving fabric, however his were baggy enough that it wasn't really an issue other then getting tangled up in the expansive legs.
He didn't see her as trying to seduce him. He wasn't going to be so easily swayed. Hell he as horrible at flirting, always had been. When he had been trying to win over Willow it had been rather, well, awkward. Sure he had managed, but at times he wondered if it was his band that had drawn her to him. He know that wasn't why she stayed he just wasn't very good at the whole wooing thing. Plus after Varuka, thinking about female werewolves that way set him on edge.
”My old girlfriend had to shoot me back in high school.” He said with a shrug. It clearly wasn't a point of contention, in fact he was glad she had. If not he never would have forgiven himself for what would have happened next. Willow would either be in the same shoes as him, or dead. Either way Buffy probably would have killed him.
He shifted uneasily, ”Its the one's who love it that get me. Get a thrill off the danger and the violence.” His eyes looked distant for a moment. Varuka had been a rude awakening to be sure, ”I have met a few werewolves over the years who had control, but all of them locked themselves away.” He stopped realizing he was rambling. For most people his view on rambling was normal conversation but he stopped. He wasn't going to be discussing that with a complete stranger.
Once again he glanced back towards town, making sure no one was coming. Not that it mattered now. He was clothed, and so was she, and they were simply stretching. They could be friends out on a walk together. The wolf strained against his skin and he stopped his stretching to draw in the breath of earth's pulse. Deep in through the nose, pulling the air deep down into his gut and groin area then letting it slowly out through his mouth, grounding himself. He was glad for the five styles of breathing, they were meditative ways to still the wolf.
”I enjoy a controlled shift. When I am fully in control.” His eyes looked a little distant, ”When there is just you and the forest. All you want to do is run forever... but it is different.” he said realizing he was losing his focus thinking about that. He took another few deep breaths and let them out, ”The whole locking up feels a little too BDSM to me.” He said with a signature shrug. ”Even if I knew how to control it during the full moon I would still do it. Can't be to careful. There are enough wolves in the woods right?”
He shifted, not sure how to broach the next subject without causing her unease. ”So just a question. You know all about hunters and the slayer right?” ---------------------- [/size][/center] |
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Post by cara on Jun 28, 2012 11:57:01 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Cara winced sympathetically when she heard that Oz had been shot by an old girlfriend back in high school. "My brother...he didn't have to shoot me that summer on the camping trip...but he had to on my third full moon. We hadn't known that werewolves turn on the day before, the day of, and the day after the full moon. My first full moon I had felt it coming and I ran to the barn in which we had set up to keep me in. The day of the full moon I had known and was already in there. The day after however was a huge surprise and luckily for us my brother was a good shot or else I would have either killed my family, or turned them into werewolves. It's something I have been terrified of ever since. I actually has my brother to shoot me every full moon but he denied my request, saying I needed to get used to it." She told him with a sad smile.
She stared at him, deep in thought while she listened to him talk about those who got off on the thrill and the violence. "Someone hurt you." She stated, it was clearly not a question though there was no malice in her voice. "And by the way you're weary of me...I'm guessing it was a female werewolf. She was one of the ones who liked to be a wolf, wasn't she?" She asked him, sitting up and mirroring his position, her legs in the butterfly position and her hands placed casually on her calves. “I know you don’t trust me…you don’t know me. But I can promise you that I won’t hurt you. I’m not here to hurt anyone…I’m just here to get my degree. So again, I make that promise…I won’t hurt you Oz.” She told him.
Hearing his question about hunters and slayers she shrugged her shoulders once. "I know who hunters are...I try to stay clear of them. Most hunters that I've heard about don't give a damn if you lock yourself up or not...they will kill you either way. As for a slayer, heard rumors over the years. Never met one, never really felt the need to. I keep to myself. I'll help when needed; I've helped a few people over the years if they needed it. Having a good sense of smell helps, especially when kids get lost in the woods...but for the most part I stay out of trouble."
Word Count:: 459
Tag:: Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne
Outfit:: Click here for Cara's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Cara's Bike
Note:: Sorry so short. Spilled soda all over me and now have to go shower…but I wanted to get this post up first. 
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Post by daniel on Jun 28, 2012 12:28:24 GMT -6
---------------------- [/size] ----------------------[/size][/center] Oz listened carefully. Letting her just talk though it. He nodded where it was appropriate but did not interrupt. He knew how to listen, it was one of his best characteristics if he did say so himself. Most people took words in and spit them out without ever possessing, he took a moment to on this one. It was a hard subject, figuring out the wolf was never easy, and it was terrifying. The first time he had truly looked into the wolf had left him haunted for weeks. It was a creature that craved so many things, not all of them dark. Then hunger made it dangerous, a black hole that could never be filled. It would kill endlessly, trying to fill it's gut. But for the rest of the month it starved inside his mind, deprived of light and sensation. It was conscious, it stirred under his flesh like a coiled snake, but it was trapped, caged within his flesh.
”Understanding the wolf is the first step to controlling it.” He said rather cryptically. It had been what his Tibetan master had used as Oz's first mantra. He shrugged though, as if he himself still didn't really get it. It sounded good in theory, but it was harder to do in practice. The wolf had needs he didn't understand.
Her quick understanding of the situation was astounding. Oz stared at her hard for a moment. She was astute that was for sure. She could observe with the best of them and he shrugged. If she guessed it no reason to lie. It was a fact, one he would get over in time. Eventually anyways. He still blamed himself for the whole issue. If he could have said no... but he was trapped in a cage with her and he had no control of the animal inside of him at that point. It had been the key reason he had left to find himself. Hell he still didn't know if he had done that, but he had found some peace with it and in it found some control over the monster inside.
He took a deep breath, not sure why he was telling her, but he had hardly told anyone since the incident. It was time to let some of it out. ”A girl rolled into town, she tried to make me like her. I tried to stop her from killing by locking her in my cage. Well one thing led to another.” He ran his hand down his face. ”It's all ancient history now. But I don't like being unfaithful. She let me out the next night, and I killed her defending my girlfriend. She had to shoot me to keep me from killing her.
It was still short and to the point, but it was more then most people got. Her promise made him nod thankfully. He would still be cautious, but he let himself relax. ”Works for me and returned” He said holding out his hand again to shake on it like a deal. Part of him just wanted to have contact again. There was an electricity that ran through him when they touched. The wolf strained, and he checked it carefully. With his control, came risk. If he ever lost his head, he could turn on those he cared about. Now he could shift at will, the wolf could explode outwards.
”Good then you know you need to be careful.” And that was all he said about the hunters. ”Slayers are the ones you don't want to get on the bad side of. The current slayer is right here in Mystic falls. So long as she knows you lock yourself up she won't bother you. She let me walk away all those years ago anyways.”
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Post by cara on Jun 28, 2012 13:15:32 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Hearing Oz speak an almost cryptic saying about understanding the wolf, she almost felt as if it was his personal stance on life or something along those lines. She didn't really understand what it meant but from the way that he said it she wondered if he truly did either. It was none of her business and she wasn't one to pry so she simply smiled at him, her eyes showing her confusion but her lips never opening to ask him to explain. If he wanted to tell her more he would, if not, it was none of her business. It was as simple as that.
A deep breath brought her out of her musings and she listened intently as he told her his story about meeting the other wolf. She was surprised when she heard that even before he had control that he had killed the other wolf to keep her from harming his girlfriend. "Is this the same girlfriend that shot you in high school?" She asked him before continuing. "You must have truly loved her, if you were able to kill another werewolf in her defense." She stated, again, it wasn't a question, simply a statement. A small part of her heart squeezed in the knowledge that she had never loved anyone nor had anyone loved her that much. She didn’t let it affect the soft smile on her face but her eyes showed an ancient sadness, one that was shared by the human and the wolf alike.
Placing her hand in his she didn't give it a shake this time, simply let it stay there until he pulled away. She could feel an almost static touch that was warm and soothing all at once when they touched. She didn't know if this was normal as she had never had any physical contact with another wolf, but a part of her didn't think it was.
Hearing what he said about slayers she thought for a moment. "I didn't know there was a slayer here. I had actually looked into going to UCLA but heard the slayer was only a few hours away and didn't want to risk it." She stated, her heart speeding up a tiny bit at the thought that maybe she had made the wrong choice. She didn't want to hurt anyone but she would defend herself if need be. "Maybe I should look into transferring; I don't want to cause any trouble." She stated, more to herself though loud enough to where the other wolf could hear her. She didn’t want to leave, she truly enjoyed Virginia. She liked the town, the fact that there were a lot of open places for her to drive and run, the fact that she had herself situated completely on her own in a place that she could possibly build a life. With that being said however she would leave if she had to. She didn’t want trouble nor did she want to constantly be looking over her shoulder.
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Tag:: Daniel ‘Oz’ Osbourne
Outfit:: Click here for Cara's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Cara's Bike
Note:: <3
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