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captainryan) wrote2007-04-09 10:32 pm
captainryan) wrote2007-04-09 10:32 pm
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Scotland. That's what the landscape looks like. If you could smell it, though, you'd know it isn't. There's a petrol-prey smell that sticks to it, just like the woods outside of Milliway's. It's the only territory the werewolf knows. The waning moon in the sky casts the foliage in an almost silver light. An overgrown path nearby practically glows, disappearing deeper into the woods. The black werewolf, Ryan, shakes himself off and sticks his head into the wind, feeling it through his fur.
Rachel's nearby. He gives her a cautious sniff, rumbling a bit at the back of his throat. He stands up to his full height and the sound goes from a rumble to a full blown growl. It's a warning. This place is mine, he tells her, showing his teeth.
Scotland. That's what the landscape looks like. If you could smell it, though, you'd know it isn't. There's a petrol-prey smell that sticks to it, just like the woods outside of Milliway's. It's the only territory the werewolf knows. The waning moon in the sky casts the foliage in an almost silver light. An overgrown path nearby practically glows, disappearing deeper into the woods. The black werewolf, Ryan, shakes himself off and sticks his head into the wind, feeling it through his fur.
Rachel's nearby. He gives her a cautious sniff, rumbling a bit at the back of his throat. He stands up to his full height and the sound goes from a rumble to a full blown growl. It's a warning. This place is mine, he tells her, showing his teeth.
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Ryan blinks, shaking his head a bit. It's strange and different and new and old and familiar all at once. This is who he is. He's still not quite sure what to make of it. Of any of it. He just did battle with a poisoned werewolf inside his own head.
He sags against the house, suddenly tired. There's blood smell poking at his stomach, reminding him he's hungry. He did just run an awful long way to get here.
"Are you alright?" he calls across to Rachel. He's got two sets of memories for her now. Both sets showed that he owed her. And he knew he owed her for that, too.
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"Might even hunt a bit later" to run off some of the tainted anger.
"You ready?" she stepped forward and offered a hand, gaze never leaving Ryan's face.
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"Yes," he says after a moment, standing up straight. He's still holding the sword. He's reluctant to let it go, and in the end he chooses not to.
It's with a faint, tired smile he steps forward to take Rachel's hand.
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"Yes...time to get you home" she sighed, a sound of ages to gently blot away the house and the woods...
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