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Post by Kami on Jan 2, 2009 17:41:47 GMT -5
For the UMPTEENTH time today we are back in the same spot, on the same song, and the recorder guy flips the button to cut us off! Seeing the little light go out, the one that says 'recording' I let out a dramatically pissed off sigh, breaking my 'playing stance' to stand up straight, setting my Axe lightly against the floor, leaning on my leg. The skinny little button pusher comes in and starts to lecture us on our sound, and our teamwork, claiming not all of us were in sync. I roll my eyes, and say what the rest of the band doesn't want to,
Music is an ART! We can't play to someone else's tune! Just fucking RECORD, and we can edit later, isn't that what you're PAID to do anyway?
Being the 'Corporate' guy he is, he looks down his nose at me, and implies that I know nothing about recording, and I shouldn't tell him how to do his job. Frustrated with HOURS wasted with NOTHING to show, I blow up on the asshole,
I may not know SHIT about recording, but you know DICK about playing! We've been playing for YEARS on stage with multitudes of adoring fans, we didn't need YOU to tell us how to do it.
Finally James steps up, to tell us we all should take a break, the tension's getting to everyone, and it's not helping at all. He goes to calm me down, but stops just a step away from reaching out and touching me; he knows I'm not a touchy-feely person, and he doesn't want to set me off further as it is. I can hear Les getting down from his drum set, saying he needs a beer, and Moe saying maybe we should start fresh tomorrow, at this point, I really don't care what they do...
Man, I'm outta here. I'll see you tomorrow.
Though the band has been leaving their instruments in the studio, I always take my Axe with me. Just because we're recording doesn't mean I wont suddenly have an urge to write something new, and I need my Bass if that happens. Placing if carefully in it's case in the back of my Jeep, I climb inside, peeling rubber as I leave the parkinglot. It takes awhile, to leave the city behind, but once I get out to the real wilderness, I start to feel the tension leave. It's not necessary to hunt in the old fashioned way, not when you could go to a butcher and get anything you wanted cleaned and cut to perfection... But hunting is JUST what I need to shake this horrible frustration... I want to go back to playing on stage... this Recording deal is crap..... Playing in front of a crowd, the feeling it gives to be on stage... is why I do this... Not the boring, tedious deal we're stuck with in the studio. I finally reach the point where there is no road, and though my Jeep is perfectly capable of handling off road situations, I pull it into park, and step out. Giving a good stretch, I gaze at my reflection in the shiny clear coat I had added to the Green paint-job. I look human... Until I reach under my shirt, and remove my masuku, the mask my mother gave me to use Kitsune magic as a half-breed. Tossing it on the driver's seat through the still open door, I now see my real reflection: an Anamorphic Fox... I don't have a snout like a fox, my face is actually closer to human, save for the fur and eyes... In moments I strip off all my clothing, placing it in the Jeep as well, and as soon as I'm nude, I take my masuku, holding it for a moment as I lock my Jeep up, placing a key in one of those nifty little magnet key holders, hiding it under the fender for safe keeping. When I go full fox, I can't really carry anything... Not even the masuku, which I place over my face, wearing it as you should wear a mask. Looking at my reflection now, I look just like a real fox should. Which is perfect for what I want to do. I sniff the ground around me, and one I wander into the forest itself, I pick up the scent of a rabbit easy. I make it to the hole the rabbit was hiding in, and sensing danger, the rabbit runs. Perfect... the kill is not the thrill I'm after, the hunt is what I need. I give the little critter a head start, and then take off after it. My speed is more than a usual fox, and the rabbit wouldn't be a challenge if I jumped on it right away. Whisking through the underbrush, and running at top speed, my eyes on my prey, I never heard the hunter... until it was way too late. The shot of his rifle rings through the forest in a deafening manner, and I feel a burst of pain from my back leg as I cry out from the shock. The hunter knows he's hit me, and he makes a whistle, but I don't wait around to see what 'dogs' he has with him. Taking full advantage of the 3 legs I have left, I run. I can hear some mutt following me, not nearly as swift as I am even on 3 legs, but the trail of blood I'm leaving in my wake enough to clue him in to where I've gone. I continue to run, managing to squirm under a rock formation that just leaves enough room for me. The Hound follows, barking at the 'hole' I've stashed myself in, knowing he has me cornered, but not able to follow. He starts to yip and bark louder, no doubt waiting for his master to show up and flush me out. I take the moment to lick the blood off my back paw, sure that the bullet went right through. Great.... now what do I do? I've really gotten myself stuck this time.
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Post by Synge Loup Garou on Jan 3, 2009 0:14:23 GMT -5
((hope you don't mind me joining! never had a chance to roleplay with you yet))
I kick in my sleep, dreaming of hunts and being with the pack until I slip, falling and hitting my head on the cold ground. "Whaaa!" Yelping, I sit up, rubbing my head and grinning like an idiot. I knew what had happened, and stadning I head to the bathroom to wash my face. It seemed really quiet, and I knew Arwen would either be asleep or out running, Midian and Stryker would be sleeping, same with their daughter Arya. Heading into the kitchen, I wolf down some of the stew left from yesterday before walking outside into the fresh air. Yawning, I look around, sniffing the clean air and grin again. My world was complete, I was happy. Well, I WAS happy until the file I had read last night came back to my mind. A growl sounded in my throat and I wanted to run. To forget for a little bit.
Changing into my wolf form, chocolate brown fur lined my body, when I took off, bounding through trees and underbrush, running over fallen logs and speeding like the wind. Speaking of the wind, it felt glorious in my fur as I ran, my legs not even aching from this which was good, my chest rose and fell as I breathed in fresh air to my lungs. My ears tilt, catching every sound from birds chirrping to my paws hitting dry leaves. My mind began to clear, and I began to smile again, albeit a wolf smile, until the unmistakable sound of a gunshot rang through the air. I knew what that was, a hunter. In these woods! My family was only a few miles away the freaking jerk. I snarl, stopping my run and sending up a howl to warn others of this hunter before picking up the pace. Thats when I could smell it. The air was tinged with blood. For one wild thought I thought it was Arwen, or another Loup Garou, but the blood wasn't Loup Garou in smell.
Letting my senses guide me, I travel more, legs ached as I crawled slowly in case the hunter was nearby. The sounds of dogs barking made my fur raise on end as I creep more forward. Then I see the dog near a hole it can't get into, I send an ear splitting snarl and leap forwards, catching the dog around its neck. I don't bite down, instead I put pressure on the neck until the dog goes unconscious. I don't kill the dog for one reason. It wasn't his fault for this, but the hunter. I can't even finish the thought, I see the hunter who raises his gun, aiming at me. I stand very still, in front of the 'hole' where I know the wounded creature resides in. I wasn't leaving the creature to be killed, this hunter had no right coming here! Again my fur raises, hackles raised, teeth bared.
"Stay away. The Luna Garou is coming, leave now or you will die." The Luna Garou coming was a lie, they were miles away. But most humans know the Luna Garou by name(true name is, yep, you guessed it, Loup Garou), and the hunter should know that name by now. Some of the Loup Garou do trading with humans, things that we may need. I look at him as he picks up his dog, whistles to his other dogs before giving me one dirty look. I give him one back as he stalks off, and I wait a few moments before relaxing, in case he came back. I didn't want to keep my guard down, so listening out, I turn around to face the 'hole' and speak to the creature. "Hey, you in there! Can you hear me? You're hurt, I can smell the blood. I can heal you." I don't know what prompted me to talk, but I needed to let this creature know it was now safe. The hunter was gone, the dogs were gone. I remained but I was hardly a threat. All I wanted to do was help the creature.
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Post by Arwen Loup Garou on Jan 3, 2009 3:19:35 GMT -5
Running in the morning was something I liked to do, in either form. Today I headed out on two legs. My favorite old Ramones T-shirt clung to my chest as I pumped my arms, legs moving swiftly beneath me. My sneakers were nearly soundless on the forest floor as I ran. There's something about the smell of the forest in the mornings. A sweet, homey smell. Birds were waking up, singing out their good mornings as I passed. Squirrels bickered in the trees, arguing over who's winter stash was greater, no doubt.
When I'd left the cabin, Synge, Midian, Stryker, and Arya were still sleeping. I'd peeked in on Arya before I left. I knew she was completely safe now, but I still couldn't resist checking up on her. She was my only neice after all. Seeing her little feet uncovered, the blanket no longer tucked around her sleeping form reminded me of her mom. Stryker was the worst blanket hog when she was little. Well, other than Synge. I smiled as I'd pulled the blanket back over her and kissed her cheek softly before leaving.
I was so lost in my run, my mind free to wander as my legs carried me effortlessly through the underbrush, I stumbled when a gunshot rang out in the distance. "Son of a BITCH!" I growled, turning, and ran full out toward the sound. As I ran, I kicked off my shoes. I didn't have time to strip, then run. I'd do it simultaneously. I chucked my shoes in the direction of the cabin, making a mental note to retrieve them later. My shorts and my Ramones tee, however, I wasn't too keen on tossing, so I bundled them up before I shifted.
Muscle and sinew bunched, reforming as my joints swelled, popping out of place, my bones crunching with the effort. I shook myself as the change was complete. Taking the barest moment to scoop up my clothing in my mouth, I poured on the power. I was faster in this form. The scent of blood hit my nostrils, it's coppery taste lingering on the back of my tongue. Someone was injured. Animal, yes, but more than that. It was a shifter of some sort. I smelled fox and human intermingled.
Synge's howl sent me speeding even faster. Something was wrong, and hunters were too damn close to my territory. I snarled as I ran, every part of my being screaming at me to move faster, faster, faster. Synge's voice echoed in my mind, I was so tuned on his howl, it was easy to pick up his thoughts directed toward the hunter. Damn right we are. I muttered mentally. Luna, ok, they weren't coming, but I was, and I was pissed. The dogs quieted, and the human hunters scent moved with them, away from the smell of blood. Synge must have scared them off. Good for him!
I skidded to a halt, kicking up dust and dirt as I came to an outcropping of rock with Synge in front of it, still on guard as he tried to coax out the fox. "I can't believe we have hunters here! I posted signs dammit!" I moved up next to him and sniffed at the blood that marked the ground. Definitely a fox shifter. "She's a fox." I stated dumbly. Like Synge wouldn't smell that himself. I stuck my face next to his, peeking into the dark hole. I could make out her form shoved as far back as she could fit, but little else. "Hey in there. It's ok now. The hunter's gone. Let us help you, please." I whimpered and began scratching at the dirt around the hole. If she wasn't going to come out to us, I'd go in and get her as gently as possible. But I wasn't going to let her stay in there bleeding like she was. She was shot, hurt, and she was the only one who knew how bad it was.
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Post by Kami on Jan 3, 2009 4:00:44 GMT -5
((I don't mind at all, glad I get the chance to play with everyone here and I could have SWORN Aradia was in a thread with a witch of yours on MD...)) Stuck in the hole, with the dog barking was bad, my foot hurting was making matters worse, and just when I THOUGHT I couldn't get into more trouble, a Lupine shows up! I have never seen one before now, and this is just too close for comfort. And when he spoke in my mind, it brought shivers down my spine... Don't get me wrong, I am grateful the hunter left, but I'm not so sure this isn't one of those 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' situations I tend to have the strangest ability to get into... He comes to the hole, trying to get me out, and for the life of me I can't tell if that's the best idea... he's a wolf... I could be food to him as much as I would have been a pelt to the hunter. Right on cue, another shows up, who can speak in my mind too! They really sound worried about me... They are talking of healing me, not eating me... I try to say something back, but the mix of the masuku over my mouth, and the echo of the rock around me, I can't even understand what I said... I run the situation through my mind, I don't want to be drug out of this hole and torn to pieces by werewolves... Deciding to give their friendly sides a try, I slowly move out of the hole, holding my back paw off the ground. I get out finally, shocked at their look... I've seen lots of wolves through the eyes of a townie... seeing two so big is even more frightening out of the hole! Every nerve is telling me to run, they are canine, and fox are natural prey... But I stay here anyway. Call me crazy, but the odds are stacked against me one way or another, I'm too injured to even try my top speeds, which might be my only advantage here. I use a paw to push the masuku up, so I can speak around it; Th-thanks for getting rid of the Hunter!
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Post by Synge Loup Garou on Jan 3, 2009 4:39:34 GMT -5
I sniffed the air, smiling to myself more than anything. Then dust flew in my vision, hearing words in my head. "I know Arwen. Hes gone now though." I was proud of scaring him off, and didn't get a fright when Arwen came into view, her scent was upon the air so I didn't worry. I laugh in my head at Arwen's comment about her being a fox. "Yep, that she is." I was curious to see myself, I loved learning about other shifters apart from ourselves. Everyone was just so different, their lives, hunting, the way they looked at the moon. Then she comes out and speaks, and I grin like a wolf. "Hey, anytime. No hunters should be allowed here to hurt an innocent creature." I wanted to growl, but she was probably scared as it was. Foxes were natural prey for wolves, even though I didn't eat foxes(I preferred rabbits myself), I knew others had. Glancing at Arwen, I yip at her ear, before looking at the fox, putting my nose closer and sniffing. The blood stayed within my nose, and I wanted to help even more, every instinct told me she needed it.
"Trust me, please?" I didn't get her permission, but too bad. Lowering my muzzle over her foot where the hunter shot, I lick, cleaning the rest of the blood and closing my eyes. I could heal her as a wolf, or as a human. There were certain techniques I could use and first I needed to clean her wound. Judging by the taste, she had cleaned it already. But it would need to be binded, I didn't want her getting an infection. Licking her fur, I pull back, scanning the area. There were leaves I could use as a makeshift bandage with vines to wrap and keep it secure. It would do until we could get some actual material. Too bad I didn't have any healing salve my mom used to make with the help of Mick, one of the healer wolves my father knew and trusted.
Sitting back, I shifted back to human, before going and collecting a few big leaves. A few minutes later, another search found me some vines which would be perfect. Growing up in the Loup Garou clan, you learn to use nature to your advantage if you were hurt or sick. Running back, I skid and kneel down, touching the foot lightly. Looking at it again, I realize it would be much harder than I thought and I wanted her permission before continuing. "Can I bind your wound?" I ask, waiting for her permission.
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Post by Arwen Loup Garou on Jan 3, 2009 5:19:28 GMT -5
I saw her shift in her hiding place, turning to come out to us, so I backed off. She smelled of fear, and I couldn't be sure it wasn't just from the hunter. She was probably scared of us too. I proved the second theory correct when she came out and her eyes widened as she looked at us. Wolves are bigger than a fox, but a werewolf is even bigger. I gave her a quizzical look as she pushed up a mask with her paw and spoke. She was definitely unlike any shifter I'd met before. I thought it was wicked cool, and Synge was no doubt also intrigued. I sat back, grinning with Synge. "Hey, that was all his doing." I jerked my furred head in SYnge'd direction. "I keep posting signs, but some stupid hunters think the damn things don't apply to them." I spat my clothes on the ground, tired of keeping them clenched in my teeth.
I nipped at Synge as he yipped in my ear, teasing, and watched as he crept toward her to help her. While he worked at cleaning her wound, then scanned the area for something to use as a binding, I sat with her. He knew better than to rip up my Ramones tee, when we had nature all around us to use to bind her wound. "You don't have to worry. We won't hurt you, promise. My name's Arwen, that's Synge. He's like my brother." I gestured vaguely with a paw at Synge, who was off gathering large leaves and some vine. "We should get her to the cabin." I was speaking to Synge while he prepared to dress her wound, but I left the 'channel' open so that our fox heard too. I turned back to her and continued talking. "I have a cabin not far. Synge and his brother stay with me sometimes. That'd be Midian. And my sister, Stryker, along with her daughter, Arya. For what it's worth, you have my word that you're safe here. We won't let anything happen to you. And, I'm thinking it's way past time for breakfast. Are you hungry?" I grinned at the fox. She'd either been out hunting, or just running for the hell of it like I had been. Either way, eating would help her heal.
I cocked my head to the side as I regarded the fox. "You can't shift and heal, can you?" I would have frowned. I knew of many shifters that didn't share that ability, and I plain thought it sucked. Then it hit me, and I turned to Synge. "Oh! Synge, that salve your mom makes? I have a jar of it at home. That'll fix her right up!" His mom was always sending me off with some kind of healing gunk whenever I left the Luna. It came in handy more often than I'd like to admit, but hey, that stuff worked miralces. I padded over to the fox and nuzzled her softly, then licked her cheek. "He'll be careful, promise. If it hurts, bite down." I tucked my forearm by her muzzle. "I can heal when I shift, don't worry about hurting me." The bullet had gone clean through her leg, which meant she'd bleed out if we didn't get it bound, and anything touching either side of the wound would hurt like a bitch. "Bind her wound, then I'll shift and carry her to the cabin. Will you let me carry you? I don't want you to change back until we can treat that properly." I spoke to them both in turn, eager to get her patched up as quickly as possible.
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Post by Kami on Jan 3, 2009 5:54:45 GMT -5
I sit were I'm at, shocked and amazed I'm not dog food already! They really do seem concerned about me though. The one that scared the hunter away asks for my trust, beginning to lick my wound, and I flinch a bit from the move, and the pain, but I let him do it. When I don't feel any teeth, I'm pretty sure he's not going to hurt me, why bother patching up food? I can't help but stare when he changes... I've never seen anything like that before! My mother could change between forms more like a full Were would, but she was as small in human form as she was in Fox... it wasn't really on this same level. The Werewolf's bones reshaped, but there's a change in size that's just amazing to witness. Being half, I needed the aid of magic to pull off my forms, not at all the same process. Arwen sits with me, giving me a mental introduction, via my head, her wolf mouth not even moving to the words. I nod my head when she mentions changing being able to heal. Though I heal fast in regular human terms, it's nothing magical or special in any way. Synge asks my permission to bind my leg, Arwen nuzzling me and licking my cheek, and I feel a bit out of place on the end of so much kindness. Saving me from becoming a skin on someone's trophy shelf, and taking care of my wounds seems way to generous. I nod to him,
It's O.K. you can bind it, I'll let you. My name's Kami.
That's about all I get out as Arwen tells me I can bite into her, that she will instantly heal it changing... And my instant thought is that kind of sacrifice wouldn't be necessary, I couldn't bite down on someone intentionally... But dressing the wound up quickly changed that thought, and I bit down into her shoulder to keep from yelling in pain from it all. I really hate having to hurt her at all though. I'm the one that got myself into this stupid mess. I'm more of a city girl. Yeah I come out to the woods in my Jeep more often than I'd let on, and I prefer natural settings, my mother assured me that was just my nature and not something I could be rid of. But I was raised on the more human side of things... I should have known better than to travel so far outside of my usual habitat... My mother always told me running into Lycans was a bigger possibility in America, than in her homeland, and they were too dangerous to tempt by going into their territories. And seeing Werewolves up close like this, I really don't doubt they can be dangerous... But I never thought they'd be so nice! As soon as the worst is out of the way I mumble a bit of an apology for biting Arwen. I know she told me to, but it still seems wrong.
Sorry...
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Post by Synge Loup Garou on Jan 3, 2009 7:23:50 GMT -5
"Good, that saves any incantations." I smile, my mom's healing salve was always sought after in the clan. Her and Mick had a natural talent for making the stuff which could heal most wounds, and the bullet wound would be healed in minutes. It really was good stuff, and I couldn't wait to get back to the cabin and use it on her. If we took too long, she would probably bleed out and die. Getting permission, and the name, I smile. "Thanks Kami. And yes Arwen. I'm getting there." I look at Arwen who tells Kami she can bite down and I really don't envy her right now. Getting bitten hurts and I should know. Playfighting with your older brother and when you get carried away, it does hurt. Mom told Midian off once for that, even though it was my fault. He got me back in our next match though. It was pretty amusing anyway.
Putting the leaves upon her foot and making sure they were on tight enough, I grab her foot and wrap the vine, binding it tightly. Blood trickled upon my fingers, but it was tight enough to stop the blood flow until we could reach the cabin. I grin a little as Kami apologizes, pointing to Arwen before speaking. "It's okay. Shes used to it anyway. And she'll heal next time she shifts." I poke my tongue out, being cheeky, before touching the makeshift bandage around her foot. "It'll hold. But we really need to get back to the cabin. The longer we stay out here, the more chance we will need to change the makeshift bandage." I for one didn't want to change it until it was needed. The pain would be bad since Kami had bitten into Arwen, and I didn't want to inflict that on her again.
Sniffing the air, I stand up before looking around, making sure nothing was around. If that hunter came back, I would attack him. Not kill unless he tried something, but hurt him enough so he would think twice before trying it again. Good, it was clear. Putting my hands on my hips, I look at the two. "Kami, Arwen can take you. I can go ahead and grab the salve so we can heal it as soon as you make it to the cabin." I offered, my body tingled at the thought of running again. Running was freedom, a good way to clear your head. Even as a young pup I always loved to run. Sometimes I scared my parents by running around madly, like a chicken with its head cut off. It had followed me into young adulthood, and I doubted I would ever hate running. Unless I was hurt and it was painful, but then it would be mild dislike, or discomfort, and not hate.
Shifting back into the wolf, I shake my head before running, keeping my mind open for Arwen's reply. It wouldn't be that far until I reached the cabin, and no doubt the others would be awake. Hunger bit my insides, making them squirm and I sighed. Tongue rolled from my mouth as I panted to keep cool before the cabin was in my sight and I felt a jolt as Stryker and Arya were talking on the porch, which meant Midian would be nearby. Guys, help me find some of moms healing salve and quick! Theres a fox shifter type thing with a bullet wound in her foot. Arwen is bringing her back." I called, seeing Stryker looked surprised but dart inside with Arya at her heels. When it came to our own, or another shifter that was hurt, we all pulled together to do what we could. I skidded to a halt near the steps, dirt washed through my fur and clung to my nails, but there was more pressing issues.
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Post by Arwen Loup Garou on Jan 8, 2009 3:34:49 GMT -5
I huffed a sigh of relief as the fox consented to let Synge bind her wound. So Kami was her name. "It's nice to meet you Kami." I was still laying beside her, curling my body around hers and keeping my forearm and shoulder near her muzzle. I turned my head and licked her nose. Synge made a comment about my being able to handle a bite, and I growled softly, giving him a look as I stuck out my tongue at him. Probably not the same effect as it would have had with my human face, but I'm sure he got the point. "Smart ass." I snickered. As soon as Synge began to work on her leg, she bit into my shoulder. I grunted softly. It was nothing compared to what she was feeling. I would know, I've been shot. I wished I could give her the ability to heal and shift, like we held. However, the only way to do that would be for her to become Loup Garou. And judging by how she seemed reluctant to let us help her, I couldn't envision her putting herself in the midst of a clan of wolves.
She apologized when Synge had finished. I grinned a wolfish grin at her, and licked her nose again. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me. And if anyone should apologize, I feel like it should be me. I've posted signs against hunting here, claiming it as private land, but some assholes don't care. I should have been more vigilant." I didn't say what I was really thinking, keeping part to myself. I should have smelled him the second he hit my territory. I knew Grandmother was right then, I needed to set my perimeters magickally, like the Luna did. Guess I'm more like Aunt Sylvia than we'd thought, always learning the hard way. This time, it was an innocent shifter that helped me to learn this lesson. A high price if you ask me.
I stood as Synge finished, shaking myself carefully. No sense in flinging my blood around, there was enough of Kami's here as it was. "Go on Synge, tell them we're coming." I turned to Kami, touching her leg gently with my nose. "It's ok, you can trust us. I'm not as fast on two legs as I am on four, but I'll get you to my cabin safely." I backed away and shifted, near the pile of my discarded tee and shorts. It didn't take long for the transformation, one that came smoothly for me now. Before I tugged on my clothing, I checked my shoulder. Only a red scar in the shape of Kami's bite remained, and that would disappear by the next time I shifted. I moved my arm in a circular motion. "See? No damage done. The scar will only be there until I shift again." I pulled on my shorts and my Ramones tee, wishing I had time to retrieve my sneakers. I didn't have a problem with being barefoot, sneakers just absorbed more impact when I ran.
I knelt by Kami and stroked her fur as I lifted her carefully into my arms. Once I had her tucked to my chest, I made sure not to jostle her leg and took off through the forest. It didn't take me long to reach the cabin. They'd left the door open, so I charged inside and kicked over one of my oversized pillows, laying Kami gently on it. Midian appeared with the salve and handed it over to Synge. "Kami, this is Midian, Synge's brother. Synge, go ahead and get her slathered in that salve. I'll start breakfast." No sooner had the words left my mouth, then Arya had appeared. Her eyes bugged out as she saw Kami, and she came to kneel beside me and the fox. "Hi Fox! My name's Arya, what's yours? Are you staying for breakfast? Arwen's gonna make waffles. With strawberries!" She reached out to pat Kami on the tummy. I giggled, tossing an arm over Arya. "This is Arya, my neice, Stryker and Midian's daughter. Arya, meet Kami. Hey, Arya, you're gonna help me with breakfast, right?" Her head bobbed as she beamed. She'd become quite my little kitchen helper. "Alright then. Arya and I'll start breakfast. You'll be ok, Kami. I promise." I winked at her as I stood, hefting Arya onto my hip. "Ok kiddo, you're in charge of strawberry smashing and waffle batter mixing. Think you can handle that?" Arya giggled and confirmed that she'd be my ace in the hole as we wandered into the kitchen.
I pulled a stool over to my working counter for Arya as she began to bring me ingredients from the fridge. I started a skillet with oil heating for the bacon and sausage, then proceeded to slice potatoes for hashbrowns. Arya was hard at work mixing the batter I'd prepared for the waffles, a large bowl of strawberries next to her. Once the potatoes and meat were cooking, Arya switched to mashing up strawberries while I poured the batter into the waffle iron. 15 minutes later, we topped scrambled eggs with cheese and began plating. Arya piled 3 waffles on each plate, then heaped gobs of strawberries on top. I added bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, and eggs to each plate. Arya insisted on taking Kami her plate, while I took another 3 out for Synge, Midian, and Stryker. Arya dashed back into the kitchen, handing me my plate before taking her own. "Why thank you." I smiled at her, ruffling up her curls. "For helping too." We joined the others in the living room for our breakfast feast, and to get to know Kami better. "How the leg, Kami?" I asked before shoveling a forkful of hashbrowns into my mouth.
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Post by Kami on Jan 10, 2009 20:38:30 GMT -5
They really act as though my biting her is no big deal, and when she changes, it really doesn't seem to be a big deal at all! The novelty of their way of changing seems very magickal, compared to mine... Arwen pulls on a Ramones shirt, and I smile, looking almost goofy in my Fox-form...
I love the Ramones! Nice shirt!
I start to get a little dizzy, probably from loss of blood, but the ways they are planning to take care of me, I know I'm not in danger anymore, my fuzzy mind relaxes when Arwen lifts me, hoping to make the trip as easy as I can for her. I slip out of consciousness just a bit, coming to in a warm cabin, on an over sized pillow, with even more people/wolves around me. I can't help the feelings of alarm, I'm practically in the center of natural enemy territory, and I feel a bit guilty for thinking that way, they are all being so nice and caring for me! I listen as Arwen introduces them all, hoping I remember it. A little girl comes up, excited to see me it seems, asking my name, as if talking to animals, and 'shifters' was just a common thing for her... it fascinated me. I gave her a smile,
I'm Kami. Hi!
Arwen talks about food, the girl running off with her to make strawberry pancakes, and my stomach already growls at the thought of eating. After all the blood I've lost, I can really use it. As they work on the food, others come to help with my wound... Synge was the name... I think... I stay quiet, not fretting at all, so the damage can be healed with the amazing salve they had told me about before bringing me to this cabin.. my leg started feeling better on contact, my appetite getting bigger now that my body is healing fast from it all. I would have never thought I could meet other 'shifters' let alone be taken care of so nicely by them! When the food was finished, the girl Ayra, brought a plate, carefully setting it down before the pillow, as Arwen brought out other's, sitting in the living room to eat. With my cloths still back in my Jeep, I figured I'd better stay in this form to eat. Back in the woods, Synge and Arwen were not embarrassed or worried about nudity in change, and they probably wouldn't care if I changed before them, but eating in the nude didn't seem polite at all, even among those that don't seem bothered by it at all. I gobbled up the food quicker than I meant to, almost starving from the ordeal I just went through. I sit back on the pillow, licking my jaws a bit, having really enjoyed it.
Thank you so much! That was great! I haven't had a home-cooked meal since my mother passed.
They all seem very relaxed, and very... family... the only word I can use to describe it... there seems to be allot of genuine love between them. They seem really curios over me, and I can see why... a pack of Werewolves, seeing a shifting Fox was probably not an everyday thing for them, even if they were used to the concepts involved with Lycanism. I have to admit, I was just as curios on them as well, never having met another type of shifter before in my life, as well as knowing now that they didn't fit the images my mother had given me on their kind.
Well, I suppose I should start by explaining my mother... She was born a Fox, in Japan. In Japanese culture, Kitsune literally means 'Fox Spirit'. A Fox that gets old enough can gain Kitsune powers, it doesn't happen to all foxes, but it happened to my Mother. With her Kitsune magic, she was able to take on Human form any time she wished, and generally enjoyed getting to know the ways of humans. She met my father, an Irish man I never got to meet, and being a Fox, she wasn't held back by the usual trappings of human society, she mated with him in her human form, and became pregnant with me. She moved to the states to have me, since we are not fully human, or Fox, she was worried having me in her homeland would cause me a more harsher upbringing. She raised me here, as a human child, instead of as a Fox, thinking it best for me, since my real 'form' is actually a mix between both, and animals would notice the difference, where most humans don't know enough to even try. I really think she did the best she ever could for me, and it cost her life in the end, being away from her homeland sucked the life from her. She died a few years back. Since she raised me as a human, I don't have to pretend at it, as she did. After her death, I just got further into my band... I play Bass guitar for a barely known Punk band... We take allot after the Ramones to be honest. My band collectively decided that we would give our 'fans' a better deal if we recorded an actual album, instead of always playing concerts, so we've been working in the studio for months now. I honestly hate the whole recording process... they suck all the fun out of playing... but I can't turn my back on the rest of the band, I will keep recording if only for them, and our fans, of course.
I stopped talking about my life's story a moment, noticing they all were paying attention... and I wasn't self conscious telling it... Not even my band knows about my true nature... I've never spoken a word of this to anyone in my life... never trusted anyone not to lock me up in some lab to experiment on me... It was really nice finding those I could share this side of myself with. For the first time since my mother died, I feel others like me here in this room! Not just a bunch of people I show a masuku to!
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Post by Synge Loup Garou on Jan 11, 2009 3:09:55 GMT -5
Midian handed me the salve when the other girls entered, Arwen set Kami down on a pile of pillows. Twisting the top, I scoop a handful of cream and undoing the bandage, I slather some cream upon her wound. "There, it should heal in minutes. Moms special recipe." I stand up, putting the lid back on before handing it back to Midian to put it back wherever he found it. Then Stryker enters the room, tilting her head and staring at Kami. Then her lips split into a smile. "Your the shifter that was hurt." I watched as she glanced towards the kitchen where Arwen and Arya had gone into. "I see you've met mine and Midian's daughter." I noted the pride in her voice, and smile myself. Stryker just doted over Arya, and despite being a mother for only a few days, she really was filling the role well. Of course we didn't expect anything less, but still, it was nice to see this since it meant she wasn't fully damaged. If thats the right word, please don't quote me on that one.
Then there was food, handed to each one of us and I sit back, started to eat while I listen to Kami speaking. Stryker sat upon the couch with Midian and Arya before they too tucked into their breakfast. My eyes bulged as she spoke about never having a home cooked meal since her mother passed, and I stare at her. "Then you so have to come to the Luna! Feasts, food for all," I pause, staring into space as I thought about the food cooked by members of the clan. "I'm sure father wouldn't mind." I shrug, before shoving more hashbrowns in my mouth, chewing and savoring the flavor, before swallowing. Carefully holding the plate, I move a little closer as Kami speaks, other shifers were something I enjoyed learning about. So did Arwen, we both did. Even as kids we were always trying to learn more about other shifters. They seemed to hold our interest, although Father was a bit worried, but Mother was fine with it. I think Father was just more worried if we encountered a shifter that would hurt us. So far that hadn't happened, but still, it could happen.
"Kitsune, I've heard of it before." I stopped eating, awe washed over my features. Everything she said stung in my head, knowing that I wouldn't forget a piece of information she had spoken. "Your not the only one whose lost a parent." I glance over at Stryker who is looking at Kami with both interest and knowing what it felt like to lose a mother. Although Stryker wasn't around when her parents took their suicide rites, since she was still being held captive, but still, she found out and the pain was still there. If you look close enough in her eyes, pain was etched deep. Yet I knew she didn't hate Kami for talking. Stryker wasn't that petty. If anything, we were thankful she felt comfortable enough to tell us her story. Even though she didn't know us that well, she still let us know.
"Your a good musician." I nod, about her last words. I didn't have much to say, so I started eating the rest of my breakfast. I began eating the waffles with strawberries, and it seemed like a tasty explosion hit my taste buds. "Wow, this is excellent! Great job girls." I wink at Arya who beamed as she ate her food, then my attention was on the bacon and sausage. Meat was always good, something that always went well with my stomach. I gobbled the sasuage, burning my tongue and cursing in my head, then began ripping into the bacon. The salty meat made me sigh in heaven. I loved bacon, and Arwen cooked it to perfection. Once I finished, I set my plate down and waited for others to finish although Kami was already done.
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Post by Arwen Loup Garou on Jan 13, 2009 3:26:41 GMT -5
We tucked in, each of us devouring a plateful of food. Kami finished first, which amazed me, since usually it's Midian and Synge racing to scarf their food fastest. Swallowing a huge bite of strawberry soaked waffle, I smiled at Kami. "Thanks! I'm glad you liked it. I laughed as Synge commented about Kami going to the Luna. Pointing my fork at him, I agreed. "He's right, you know. The Luna is where our clan, our entire clan, camps. Grandmother is there, she's the one that taught me to cook. But everyone there busts out with a huge feast almost nightly. And now that Stryker's back, and we have Arya, a feast is guaranteed." I munched a piece of bacon, realizing Kami wouldn't know about our recovery of Stryker, so I made a mental note to explain more later. "Oh, and if you want to shift, I have plenty of clothes. More Ramones shirts too." I grinned at her.
We ate in relative silence as Kami told us more about herself. Synge and I traded a look when Kami mentioned Kitsune. We'd read a bit about the Fox Spirits of Japan, but Kami's story was unique. I nodded, pushing my fork around my plate as Synge mentioned that Kami wasn't the only one who'd lost a parent. I looked at Stryker, my sister, and gave her a half-smile. After Synge finished talking, I backtracked through Kami's story to explain more about us. Midian finished about half a second after Synge, so he took all the empty plates to the sink. "Thanks Midi." I called after him, then turned back to Kami. "Our parents," I looked quickly to Stryker, then back to Kami, "are passed too. I'd better start sooner than that though. The Loup Garou, our people, are an old race. We were once simply gypsies, but a wolf attack in the early 1600's turned the clan. They learned to harness the power of the wolf with their gypsy magick, and in time, termed themselves Loup Garou after spending a few years in France." I shrugged. "I guess they just liked the name. Anyway, we're not like other werewolves, or any other weres that I know of. But our clan is pretty large. When we were younger, the four of us, we went running. Stryker wandered away from the rest of us, going after a new scent, when some fucking hunters caught her. They took her from us and sold her on the black market." My voice held the edge of a growl, and no doubt Kami knew now why we had been so pissed over a hunter on our lands. "Anyway, she was away from us for years, and....our parent's couldn't handle it. We searched day and night, and found no trace of her. Oh, and Lyra is her birth name, she changed it to Stryker during her captivity." I moved from the couch to the floor, so I sat in front of Kami, and next to Stryker's legs. I reached up for her hand, giving it a squeeze. "They...their grief was so profound, that our mother took her own life. Our father, having felt like he'd lost every reason to live, took certain rites we have within the pack, and ended his life as well." I sighed, squeezing Stryker's hand once more.
"I left the Luna to search for her. Midian and Synge made a point to come out often and visit, as well as help me search. Midian's had a thing for my sister since we were pups." He chided me with a look as he took his place next to Stryker again, pulling Arya into his lap. I stuck my tongue out at him, then continued. "Anyway, a couple days ago, I was out running in the forest, as a wolf, when I heard her. She'd finally escaped the bastard who'd had her and killed him. When we returned to the cabin, Midian and Synge were already here." I was smiling now. "Here comes the cool part. While we're all giddy over being together again, Stryker feels Arya. So we immediately went after her. There was no way we were leaving her daughter, another Loup Garou to whatever fate was out there for her. Not when her place is with us." I winked at Arya as she hugged Midian. "That's the short version anyway. And now, we're going to head out to the Luna. There's ceremonies and celebrations to be had, for the whole clan. Please, Kami, come with us. Recording can wait, right?" I grinned at her.
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Post by Midian Loup Garou on Jan 13, 2009 3:50:42 GMT -5
What a crazy morning. After hanging out with my two favorite girls, just enjoying the morning, Synge and Arwen had bolted home. Synge hollering about mom's salve, and Arwen bringing another shifter. His words were, "a fox shifter type thing". I cracked up, though we all sprung into action and raced back into the cabin. I hit the bathroom, and began digging for the salve, finding it in Arwen's medicine cabinet. Good place for it too. I returned to find Arwen carrying a fox, and handed Synge the salve. While Arwen cooked, Synge healed the fox. Arya took an instant liking to the newcomer. I watched her closely, but couldn't help smiling at how friendly she was to the fox. "Kami. Nice to meet ya. I'm Midian." I took the salve back and returned it to the cabinet.
Arwen and Arya whipped up breakfast and we all sat and ate. Kami regaled us with her background, then Arwen backed her up by giving her some info on the Loup Garou, and the four, now five of us. I took the empty plates to the kitchen and washed them while they talked, then returned to sit beside Stryker, and pulled Arya into my lap after she'd finished her waffles. As Arwen got to the part about us rescuing Arya, her little arms wound around my neck in a crushing hug. I grinned and hugged her back. "That's right, no one but me and Stryker get to keep this little lady." Arya's brilliant smile light up her face just before she planted a big smooch on my cheek. "Love ya, punkin." I whispered into her hair. Arwen and Synge both had invited Kami to join us at the Luna. I didn't see anything wrong with it, and didn't see where Pops would either. "Hell yeah, Foxy! It'll be a party, for sure. Stryker's return, Arya, both of their initiations, and if I play my cards right..." I turned to grin at Stryker, then turned back to Kami, "I might just be getting hitched too." I waggled my eyebrows as I leaned into Stryker. "Anyway, we're not leaving until tomorrow or later, so you should totally come with, Foxy. It'll be a blast." I bounced Arya on my knees until she giggled, then dipped her towards the floor before flinging her back up into my arms as we sat back against the couch again.
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