City Nightscape

Al waited for Ushio to finished working on her before muttering, "I was having a nightmare, usually I know better than to just get up. This isn't my first time being hurt and most likely won't be my last..." Her mind wandered to her nightmare. He'll be looking for me but I can't travel like this. What am I to do? She gently shook her head before asking, "I know this is someone else's home but do you think you could find me clothes to wear, even if it's just a large shirt? Shifting between my forms kind of ruined the ones I was wearing." She frowned. One of the few down sides to being a shifter. "Oh," Al's eyes faced the direction of the last voice she heard. "That man from before, is he okay?

"It's fine. I'm sorry for startling you."
Melia glared at Ushio.
"Have you never had a nightmare before? Kinda hard to think rationally."
When The wolf asked for some clothes, Melia grabbed her backpack and pulled out some shorts and a t-shirt.
"Here. Do you want me to help you get them on now, or do you want to wait until you're well enough to do it yourself?"

Ushio sighed, standing up and crossing her arms once more. "Tch... whatever..." She mumbled, looking away from Melia. The girl then growled. "No... no, not whatever!" She shouted, stomping her foot. "I do know what it's like to have a nightmare, in fact, I'm living the worst nightmare of my life right now!!" She felt the tears burning in her eyes.

"You know, I know I screw up a lot, but I'm actually trying! I'm trying to help! I really am! I'm trying to be strong, I'm trying to go past my comfort zone, but at what cost?!" She wiped her eyes and grabbed her stuff. "Whatever, screw it all! I need to think anyways!" Ushio yelled, storming out of the room.

((OOC: AgentPocky: I think so, at least a general idea. He'll be headed that way soon))

Michael chuckled and nodded, with a businessman like gesture he slipped a card into Thorne's palm. <I think we can leave him be. lead him around for now; messing with the minds of our kind doesn't always work the way we want it to. He will think it's his idea though, just look at him. He wouldn't go along with it unless we give him the chance to twist it about.> "We hope to hear from you, Buchanan. I wouldn't call tomorrow, were I you. Unless, of course, you would like to give Caine the chance to hear this...." Thorne stuck his hand in his pocket with a held back snarl and bowed low, all but showing his back to the princes. Let them think he trusted them. He would have Caine's head. He could care less about what the Princes did.

"I feel I have missed something." Al's head shifted as the argument ended and Ushio left. "And I would not mind help getting into the clothes now. My body is putting more energy into healing me than keeping me warm. By the way my name is Aleara-Rayn, but I prefer Al, Ally, Ray, any other nicknames." She bowed her head in greetings. "Will she be okay?"

Jazz

She frowned as she watched the others. She could already tell that what ever dynamics in play here weren't going to go away quickly; there were too many deep set ridges between types for friendships to be made right away. She nodded to Ally, "Yes, she'll be fine. Eventually. Best if none of us caused trouble or we might end up killing each other." She didn't like the way Melia had told off Ushio, though perhaps she didn't understand how prevalent the distances between groups were.
Jazz walked away and followed Ushio out of the room. She rubbed her nose to get rid of the wolf scent still lingering there; it was a smell that she was always told was disgusting, so it wasn't a pleasant smell to her. She aught up to Ushio and put her hand on her shoulder. "Hey, just me. You alright now? Anything I can do?"


Remiel

He nodded to Thorne and started walking off with his brother. <He still may not trust us. Would be best if we just let him take the reins completely, and we give him ideas here and there. In the mean time, I lost that scent smell.> He looked around the street to see who was out late. <Shall we go find something else to snack on while it's still dark?>

Ushio felt a tear run down her cheek. "Oh Jazz, this is all so horrible..." She mumbled, turning to her. "I shouldn't of came here... I honestly shouldn't... I'm glad I made a friend or two, but to have this happen? Too much has happened today... I-I can't take it...!!" She stomped her foot. "I wanna go home... I wanna be with my grandparents, I-I don't even care if I'm treated like a 8 year old!"

She sighed deeply, leaning up against the wall. "... Jazz, I'm so scared... I'm almost petrified... what could possibly be out there? What will I... will I have to fight? Who will be by my side?" Ushio started to tremble. "I... I feel so helpless... and having to argue with everyone else makes it even worse..."

After Jazz left the room, Melia started helping Ally into the clothes. While being careful to not irritate the wound anymore, she heard Ushio shouting. Am I in the wrong here? Did I cross a line? I didn't mean to snap. I just...
After getting wolfy dressed, she got up to push the door close. Without thinking, she placed her hand against the center of the wooden door. It fell apart into a pile of cricket bats and sawdust. "Oh damnit, he's going to be pissed when he get's home. Why do I always do this?" She turned back to Ally lying in the bed. "I'm sorry if the noise bothered you. Argh, I'm such an idiot."

Al flinched at the door splintering apart but knew it wasn't an attack. "It is fine." She nodded. She frowned, not meaning to listen in on the cat and fox smelling females. Downside to having heightened senses but something she had always known. "Are you alright? Anything I can do to ease the tension around here?" She hated being useless even in a weakened state such as hers, but she could feel it. The healing of the body was an interesting feeling that she had come to find soothing. Maybe it was queer that she felt anxiety whenever she went periods without getting hurt, but it was her life and she had come to find solace in it. Pain meant she was alive. She knew many who could no loner fell pain... or anything. She shivered at the thought.

Thorne

Thorne relaxed as finally he was able to get away from the Princes, but only slightly. He was starving now, a danger to himself and the city around him--in more ways than one. he made his way out into the woods as quickly as he could to hunt before sunrise came around.
Although, what I am going to do with a group of females in my home, I am not sure....

Michael

<Definitely. It's a pity though, that we've lost the scent... We'll find her eventually, though, won't we?> He smiled at a human woman as he passed, laughing loudly as she turned into a blabbering puddle on the sidewalk. He whistled to himself, his gaze scanning the streets for a perfect target. Nothing could ruin this little adventure.
Well... Nearly nothing....
<Dammit! What is that Baron doing out here? Shouldn't he be kissing the back of Mother's ballgown?> He growled as he caught sight of the Baron Caine himself, looking only slightly older than most 40-somethings. Not in how he dressed, but the feel about him. Soulless, coal colored eyes that stared through you, a steady pace that was as timeless as it was predatory. The near black suit he wore could very well have been died to its deep crimson by the blood of some of those who crossed him.
And he had spotted the Princes.


((OOC: Sorry it took me so long to post, guys. Got done with finals last week, and various events this week, so things may take a bit))

Truffles...

That was all that was on Dahlia's mind at the moment as she stuck her snout into the dirt, searching frantically. The little girl was starving, she hasn't eaten in two hours! The baby boar stomped her hoof into the ground, substituting it for a shovel. "Puhi Puhi..." This was a sign that she found what she was looking for, since she couldn't talk in her animal form.

A few minutes later, Dahlia was happily chowing down on a fresh-out-of-the-ground truffle. Granted, it wasn't enough to satisfy her, but it'll do for now.

Just then, she heard something coming her way, but made nothing of it. She was completely oblivious to how dangerous it was to be alone in the middle of the forrest, especially at night! Dahlia turned her back and assumed it was just a... really big squirrel.

Vince

Really, why does she try? He lost her three months ago when he stupidly fell asleep. Keeping a 24 hour watch on the pup was tiring. She tried to run every chance she got. He sighed as his nose took in every smell and sorted out them into unimportant scents. Vince knew he was close to where she was. It was like having a live wire running through his body instead of veins and whenever he was close to her his body simply buzzed with finding the little tramp. He shouldn't have attacked her, then again if she hadn't looked at him the way she always did none of this would have happened. It was her own fault. But what can you do? She needed to be kept on a short leash and punished for running away... again.
Vince was about to settle down for the night when a familiar smell hit him. Mint and cool crisp air. He's found her. He started running towards the source and found day old blood. He snarled at the offensive coagulated liquid. Whoever did this to her was going to pay! He scented around for the other party's scent. Musk and tobacco. He sneezed at the equally offensive smell. He pawed at the ground before deciding what to do. Find the man who had hurt his pet? Or go after his woman? Well it had been a while since he hunted something as challenging as a human.
He trotted off in the direction of the man's scent. Vince shifted into his human form with a cruel smile. He could kill two birds with one stone. Kill the man who had hurt his bitch and track her down. Things were looking up for Vince.

Jazz

She listened to the small fox, she could understand the poor things frustrations, but at the same time she had to refrain from petting her. She actually looked like a cute little pouty kit. Not the point...focus. She leaned up against the wall besides her, thinking about what she said. "It can get kind of ugly out there. With all of the clans out there, plus the Vamps across town..." She crossed her arms, that area was pretty much off limits to everyone, ever since there was the pact made for the Vamps to stop hunting the shifters and visa versa. "If you want, you could stay with me for awhile. Until you figure out if you can go back home."


Remiel

He chuckled, just about to get back into hunting mode when he frowned at his brother's comment. <I thought the Baron never came into this part of town. Shouldn't he be torturing shifters or something?> He quickly smoothed the look of disgust from his face. Neither of them liked the Baron but that didn't mean they couldn't be polite. Insulting him would bring the wrath of mother on them. And they would most likely never see moonlight for months afterwards. He stood up straight as the man came over, was only a matter of time before they could take him down.

Ushio looked up at Jazz, sniffling. "N-No... I don't want to trouble you like that, you know?" She said, wiping her eyes. "I just wish I had a method of defense... something that'll keep me going for a little while." The fox explained, thinking hard. "All that I really know is a few medical tricks, and my natural instincts, but that's not enough..." Ushio mumbled to herself.

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