Power has a fragrance
Oct 14, 2013 11:39:33 GMT -6
Post by Beta Callista on Oct 14, 2013 11:39:33 GMT -6
Pursuing something you don't know to be true always has a risk of failure. That was what was chanting over and over in her head as she trudged through the shadows of the trees with her fists stuffed into the pockets of her black jeans. This whole thing was quite foolish, looking for a man who could be dead or not even what she thought he was. However, here she was, in yet another woodland in the hopes of finding Werewolves and a specific one at that. If it wasn't for her determination to find the truths and that she knew she hadn't checked all over the globe yet then she would've abandoned this quest a few decades ago.
Callista now knew she was a 'Werewolf', for that was what she had read in the shop window in Downtown just a day earlier. That was also the time she had discovered that there actually were others like her. A big advertisement had been plastered across the glass, including a large image of a ferocious, black wolf-like beast, which had the purpose of trying to persuade the Humans to buy some new equipment that could kill such a creature as herself, so now she knew there must be some of her kind around these parts that they wished to kill. There had also been posters advertising various killing devices for 'Vampires', which appeared to be the fanged, blood consuming human look-alikes that had attacked her once before. The Human race disgusted her, trying to rid the world of its diversity just because they were weak, greedy and feared anything that was different to them. Though they could kill all the Vampires for all she cared, blood suckers are equally as bad. In fact, hopefully the two species would engage in a war and exterminate each other.
Pausing, she pulled her phone out of her backpack, switched it on and searched the internet for "How you know when you are in Werewolf territory". Glancing between the phone screen and observing everything in her view, she realised the telltale signs were all here: located deep in the wilderness, the lack of animals announcing their existence, the complete silence and the treacherous terrain which many wouldn't be able to get through. With this new knowledge, her hope had increased and she ventured further between the trees. Sniffing the air as she shoved her phone into her shirt pocket and continued walking, after a couple of minutes she could very faintly smell the canine, earthy fragrance. The essence of it was powerful and predictably male. It didn't require for her to have smelled a Werewolf scent before to know this was such a thing, it was instinctual knowledge. She hurried her pace to catch the trail before winds blew it away, her dark eyes focused in the direction she figured she would be able to fully gain the scent. Callista had never directly met another Werewolf so this encounter was bound to be interesting.
After some time of successfully dodging rocks, thorny foliage and roots, she finally made it to a small clearing. The struggle to get here had irritated her but she wan't tired or even slightly out of breath. From here she could strongly smell the beast which had marked the borders of his territory. It wasn't as if there was some invisible line which shouldn't be crossed but rather the entire surrounding area was the border. Being on the verge of another's ground made her very vulnerable and it was not a welcome feeling. Withdrawing her hands from her pockets, she stood proud and prepared for anyone to meet her. Her sharp eyes roamed around and her other senses were alert for anything approaching. She knew not if Werewolves were happy with a stranger lingering around their land, even if she wan't an apparent threat. However, if any trouble was to occur she was ready and pumping with adrenaline which wouldn't hesitate to make her shift to her primal form if necessary. Looking to the patch of sky visible through the gap in the treetops, she observed the clouds rolling by which prevented the sun's rays from fully lighting the clearing. Wanting to get things moving, she fixated on one cloud as it passed over and parted her lips to release a low, almost commanding, howl. Shuddering her muscles in anticipation of action, the Werewolfess resumed her intent observation of the surroundings with a blank face and slight glare in gaze. In one swift movement she hoisted her backpack to rest more comfortably against her spine.
Callista now knew she was a 'Werewolf', for that was what she had read in the shop window in Downtown just a day earlier. That was also the time she had discovered that there actually were others like her. A big advertisement had been plastered across the glass, including a large image of a ferocious, black wolf-like beast, which had the purpose of trying to persuade the Humans to buy some new equipment that could kill such a creature as herself, so now she knew there must be some of her kind around these parts that they wished to kill. There had also been posters advertising various killing devices for 'Vampires', which appeared to be the fanged, blood consuming human look-alikes that had attacked her once before. The Human race disgusted her, trying to rid the world of its diversity just because they were weak, greedy and feared anything that was different to them. Though they could kill all the Vampires for all she cared, blood suckers are equally as bad. In fact, hopefully the two species would engage in a war and exterminate each other.
Pausing, she pulled her phone out of her backpack, switched it on and searched the internet for "How you know when you are in Werewolf territory". Glancing between the phone screen and observing everything in her view, she realised the telltale signs were all here: located deep in the wilderness, the lack of animals announcing their existence, the complete silence and the treacherous terrain which many wouldn't be able to get through. With this new knowledge, her hope had increased and she ventured further between the trees. Sniffing the air as she shoved her phone into her shirt pocket and continued walking, after a couple of minutes she could very faintly smell the canine, earthy fragrance. The essence of it was powerful and predictably male. It didn't require for her to have smelled a Werewolf scent before to know this was such a thing, it was instinctual knowledge. She hurried her pace to catch the trail before winds blew it away, her dark eyes focused in the direction she figured she would be able to fully gain the scent. Callista had never directly met another Werewolf so this encounter was bound to be interesting.
After some time of successfully dodging rocks, thorny foliage and roots, she finally made it to a small clearing. The struggle to get here had irritated her but she wan't tired or even slightly out of breath. From here she could strongly smell the beast which had marked the borders of his territory. It wasn't as if there was some invisible line which shouldn't be crossed but rather the entire surrounding area was the border. Being on the verge of another's ground made her very vulnerable and it was not a welcome feeling. Withdrawing her hands from her pockets, she stood proud and prepared for anyone to meet her. Her sharp eyes roamed around and her other senses were alert for anything approaching. She knew not if Werewolves were happy with a stranger lingering around their land, even if she wan't an apparent threat. However, if any trouble was to occur she was ready and pumping with adrenaline which wouldn't hesitate to make her shift to her primal form if necessary. Looking to the patch of sky visible through the gap in the treetops, she observed the clouds rolling by which prevented the sun's rays from fully lighting the clearing. Wanting to get things moving, she fixated on one cloud as it passed over and parted her lips to release a low, almost commanding, howl. Shuddering her muscles in anticipation of action, the Werewolfess resumed her intent observation of the surroundings with a blank face and slight glare in gaze. In one swift movement she hoisted her backpack to rest more comfortably against her spine.