Wolf Moon [I x I]

[Found Bleeding]

This is a private roleplay between Found Bleeding and xXxLe Mars Lievre.
Please do not post unless you're one of us, but feel free to read along.

[xxxle mars lievre]

A few years had passed since being bitten and becoming a member of the supernatural community. It had been an ordeal, first becoming a reptile monster, the Kanima, and then finally becoming a werewolf. After that, his life had rapidly changed. He’d been given a crash course in how to control himself as a werewolf and then he’d been moved to London. The relocation hadn’t been his idea, but being a minor, there hadn’t been a way for him to stay behind in the small town he’d grown up in. There was definite irony there, but his father didn’t see that. Only the people he loosely referred to as friends saw the irony in the fact he was an American werewolf moving to London. However, that was behind him now. Since finishing school, the decision was made to return to Beacon Hills. He didn’t question it. He’d be eighteen rather quickly, and then he’d be able to do what he wanted when he wanted. And he’d have the money to do so. After his real parents’ deaths, he’d been awarded a large sum of money and in a few short weeks, he’d be able to access it.

What he would do after that, he wasn’t sure. He wanted to apply to a couple of local universities, but he wasn’t sure if the fact he’d finished school in London would be a problem with the requirements. The schooling system had been different across the ocean and he wondered if he was going to be forced to return to high school. It wasn’t something that was on his mind as much as it should be. It was nerve-wracking to be going back to Beacon Hills after so long. It wasn’t as if he’d kept in touch with anyone that he’d used to spend his time with. Not even his best friend, nor his ex-girlfriend. The homecoming likely wasn’t going to be a pleasant one, in addition to the fact he hadn’t kept in contact with anyone, he hadn’t exactly treated anyone particularly well. It wasn’t that he cared too much, but he did just a bit. Perhaps he could survive a few weeks of avoiding everyone. They were still in high school so it was reasonable the odds of him running into them weren’t terribly high during weekdays.

Another issue that he would have to deal with if and when it came up. His main focus was on making it through the flight from London to San Francisco and then the drive to Beacon Hills. He didn’t particularly care for being confined in small spaces for excessive amounts of times. He would consider a ten-hour flight non-stop to be an excessive amount of time. While he had excellent control, it was going to be a bit of a challenge. Luckily, the full moon was a week off so he needn’t worry about that. While everything packed away and mostly shipped ahead, his attention returned to making it to the airport on time and getting through the flight. As he thought it’d be, the flight hadn’t been terribly enjoyable, even in first class. The fatigue was terrible, he had a slight headache and his muscles felt stiff from being unable to really move for a long period of time and he felt it as he walked off of the plane and into the San Francisco airport. With any luck, his werewolf healing ability would kick in and he’d be back to his usual self-loathing self. He wasn’t sure if that ability covered things like jetlag and fatigue from travel, but he hoped that it did.

His adoptive father had gone ahead of him, so the young werewolf hadn’t felt particularly rushed to leave the city and begin the drive to Beacon Hills. Instead, he found himself wandering the streets, looking for something to eat. As he walked, he felt to feel better until he arrived in front of one of the many restaurants that specialized in seafood along the bay when he felt like he’d returned to normal. As it was the awkward time between lunch and dinner, there weren’t too many others inside of the place and he was quickly shown to a table of his choice because of it. He absently leafed through the menu after a slightly too enthusiastic waitress took his order and bounced off to give him the chance to think of what he wanted to order. He was thankful for that fact, the girl had likely been trying to be friendly and earn herself a good tip, he’d merely found her to be annoying. Unfortunately for him, the peace was short-lived as she hurried back over to him with his drink. A simple water as he’d been uninterested in soda and alcohol was out of his reach for the next few weeks. “Yeah, I’ll just have the clam chowder,” he said, handing over the menu and looking out of the window. He should make more an effort to be nice, but he could seem to bring himself to do so.

Finally, he couldn’t linger behind any longer. It wasn’t like he was worried that his father would worry about him, but rather he had the sense that he couldn’t delay the inevitable. He’d been provided with a rental car, so transportation wasn’t as issue. Though the car wasn’t nearly as nice as the silver Porsche he was used to driving, but it would have to do until he got home and was able to get back to the car and his old life. He was looking forward to seeing Danny, and perhaps Lydia, he hadn’t felt much of a connection to rest of the residents of Bacon Hills. Not even Derek Hale who had not only given him the gift of lycanthropy but taught him how to control himself so he didn’t go on a murderous spree every time he lost his temper or there was a full moon. He’d already done enough that when he’d been the Kanima. The memories of that time of his life caused his eyes to temporarily glow blue, advertizing to the world that he’d killed innocents. At least he’d been in the car and on the road, so no one had noticed that tiny lapse in control.

After what seemed like hours, he was driving in familiar territory. The forest hadn’t changed much in his absence, nor had it seemed that the town had changed much as he drove through it. The high school looked to be much the same, there was even a lacrosse practice going on. He hadn’t noticed the time, but it seemed a bit late for that to be going on. It seemed that the deaths must have evened out in the town for the curfew no longer seemed to be in effect. As he went by the field, he drove a bit slower, wondering if he’d be able to recognize the players. A useless venture seeing how they were all dressed in athletic wear and protective gear, obscuring faces. Shaking the thought from his mind, he took another turn down a familiar road to drive through his old neighbourhood on his way to the apartment complex where he would be residing for the time being. As he pulled into the parking structure, he wondered what would be done about the car. Someone had to take it back and he wasn’t looking forward to that as it would require the assistance of a second person. Currently, there wasn’t a second person that he was willing to put up with the drive with. Perhaps he should have flown in to a closer airport.

The trip inside of the apartment was merely to drop of the keys. Before too long, or his presence was really noticed, he slipped back out and began to walk to clear his head. He didn’t have any direction or destination in mind as he moved through the streets. He barely noticed the passage of time, the darkening skies and natural light being replaced by the dull yellow of the street lights. But he did notice something as he moved, a strange scent caught his attention. It was unfamiliar and yet familiar. Almost like a cat, the scent of a shape shifter. He recognized that, but hadn’t heard of a cat shifter before. Then again, he hadn’t heard of a lizard shifter before either and he’d been one at one point. His attention turned to the few others moving down the street, trying to pinpoint who the scent was coming off of. A frown appeared on his face as he had trouble with the task. It was frustrating to say the least, it wasn’t often he was intrigued by something and then unable to figure what that something was.

[xxxle mars lievre]

Beacon Hills. The name of the town still didn’t inspire much confidence in the blonde as she pulled off of the freeway. There wasn’t much Arya Hendrix could really do about it, she’d been accepted into one of the local university’s graduate program, so she didn’t have much a choice but to uproot her life and move to the small town in Northern California. Well, she supposed that she could have refused the position somehow, but that would have been a huge waste of money. She need only survive the new couple of years and then she could look into more favourable places to live in and places to work at. Sure there were contractual obligations, but she’d just have to find a way around them. She pushed the thoughts from her mind as she drove, frowning as she lost the signal on the radio. Sighing to herself, she did her best to not get into an accident while attempting to set it up so her phone would begin to play music. It would be unfortunate for her to get seriously injured or killed her first day in town. Thankfully, there weren’t too many people on the road at the hour. She was especially glad when she began to drift into the next lane and the car suddenly adjusted the steeling of its own accord.

Perhaps it had been a mistake to simply make the drive upstate in one go. Her eyes were getting tired, as was the rest of her and there had been a stretch of nothing but groves of something along either side of the road. She really should have driven up the coast, it might have taken longer but at least the ocean was more interesting than trees. She attempted to push the thoughts of sleep from her mind, as well as her negative attitude, as they wouldn’t help anyone. Least of all her if she actually fell asleep at the wheel. As she neared the town, she finally had to pull over to get directions to her new place. The one thing she was glad for, the apartments in the small town were far more affordable than what she was used to. Though she was going to miss being able to go to the beach whenever she wanted. Dwelling on that thought was somewhat depressing.

The sun was beginning to set as she drove up to the outer limits of the town. Her hopes hadn’t been high and she wasn’t terribly surprised as building began to appear. It looked like any other small town she’d been to before. The only difference was it wasn’t some lame vacation and she wasn’t a teenager being forced on said lame vacation by her parents. The closer she got to her new home, the more it sunk in that this was her reality. She probably should be excited about it, and probably would have been had she been accepted into some of the other programs at other universities she’d applied to. Instead she felt trapped, like she had no choice in the matter. It wasn’t a feeling she was fond of.

She paid careful attention to the height of the sun as she began pay closer attention the addresses of buildings as she went by them. She noted places that would be of interest to her more closely than she had the first time she’d been in town. A gym, a few restaurants, and the like. The restaurants in particular made her stomach growl, having not eaten in a while and when she had, it had been at a fast food place. Needless to say, that hadn’t been filling or good. But there would be time for her to eat a bit later. She felt a bit restless in her car, a slick Toyota Prius, and felt the need to run, or better yet, fly. All she needed to do was drop the car off at home and then she planned on heading into the woods for the peace, quiet, and general lack of other people. Transforming into an animal around other usually wasn’t a smart idea since humans tended to freak out about such things. It was ridiculous and she preferred to think that it was because they were jealous. While there were several names for what she was, she’d always identified with skin-walker, since she wasn’t limited to one form. As it was, she was currently capable of changing into two animals and she was considering adding a third to the list. If it would be ridiculous, she would love to add some sort of aquatic animal to her abilities as she could already fly and run as she pleased. The upside of this town would be the woods where she’d be able to shift without too much worry.

Finally she located the complex that she was going to call home for the time being. It was an older complex, but the thing was fully furnished. That had been the big draw for her and why she’d chosen it over places that might have been closer to the campus. The rent might be higher, but she didn’t need to worry herself over purchasing furniture and then figuring out how to get it into her apartment considering her car was suited for that sort of thing. She pulled up in front of her address and was grateful that she’d already flown up before to handle all of the interviews and paperwork with the landlord prior to officially moving into Beacon Hills. It would have been a pin to move first and then begin looking for somewhere to live. So all she had to do was park and then note worry about much of anything else at this stage. She gathered up her bag, threw her phone into it and then got out of the car and walked up the steps to her apartment.

Once inside she took a moment to walk around, taking it in. It was a little strange, but she was getting used to the idea of living in the small town. Perhaps with enough time, she would get used to it completely and her bad attitude would disappear. Sighing to herself, she headed back outside to grab her boxes of clothing, books, and various other personal items that she’d brought with her. Unceremoniously, she dumped them on the table to go through later. She was tired, but there was something she wanted to do first before unpacking or heading to bed. The decision had been made, she was going to get a bird’s eye view of the town in a quite literal way. The young skin-walker had the ability to shift into an owl and coyote. She doubted people would pay much attention to a barred owl flying about since it was about the time they would be out hunting anyway. Before heading out, she ditched her jacket and bag, they were unnecessary to her as an owl. The only thing she made a point of bringing with her was the spare key, it would be annoying to be locked out her place on the first night she would be living there.

Prior to leaving, she had checked the directions for the woods so she didn’t have to bring her phone with her. She wasn’t that worried about it, the chances of her getting lost where slim and as a supernatural being, she had a sense of being able to handle herself. So as she hurried down the street she didn’t worry about being out by herself as the sun was setting. Before too long, she arrived at the woods. Smiling to herself, she began to walk through the trees, looking for a decent spot to change her form. After a bit of searching, she settled upon a spot. The first thing she did was purposefully hide the key in an area where she could find it again. With little concentration, she transformed into a barred owl. After slipping out from the discarded clothing, she took off, loving the freedom that came with being able to fly. To the untrained eye, she looked like an ordinary owl, albeit with grey eyes that glowed faintly. But she knew that certain people would notice it, other supernatural people, hunters, the occasional observant person, though she didn’t pay much attention to that worry.

After a little while, the fatigue from the drive caught up to her and she returned to wear she’d left her things. Locating that area, she landed on the ground and transformed back into her human form and quickly began to throw on her clothing. As she did so, she thought she heard movement. “s**t,” she muttered to herself, looking about the area. “Hello?” she called, hoping for a friendly answer. Or better yet, no answer and the movement had been an animal rather than a person.

[Found Bleeding]

the sound of iron (S H O C K S) is stuck in my head
the t h u n d e r of the D R U M S dictates✶
FROM THE DAWN OF TIME UNTILL THE END OF DAYS tab tab I WILL HAVE TO RUN AWAY
FROM THE DAWN OF TIME UNTILL THE END OF DAYS tab tab I WILL HAVE TO RUN AWAY
FROM THE DAWN OF TIME UNTILL THE END OF DAYS tab tab I WILL HAVE TO RUN AWAY

Derek took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent of the Beacon Hills Preserve. With his werewolf born senses, he could pick up a multitude of different scents. With his ears he could hear nature going about it's business without interruption. The preserve had always been one of his favorite places. When he was a kid, he used to run around it, tagging along with Laura and Peter as they explored. Back then Peter had been different, happier. Laura had been alive back then, and everything was as it should be. Talia was alive and alpha, the other wolf packs were all behaving themselves. They didn't have to worry about the Argents. That happiness couldn't last, and once it shattered, Derek's life had been one pit fall after the next. He'd made stupid decisions, like the one to have Paige bitten by Ennis. He never regretted anything more then that, with the exception of Kate. The blonde hunter had used him to get exactly what she wanted, the near complete annihilation of his family. He'd lost his family in that fire. To an extent he lost Peter, the man had never been the same since that day. For awhile, he truly believed him to be completely gone. It had been a mixture of pain and relief to find out Peter was alive and not just a vegetable.

The bad was the fact that Derek had to kill him. Peter had killed Laura. He'd bitten Scott without his permission and turned the kid's life upside down. He'd bitten Lydia and awoken her banshee powers. With all that being said, Peter had made a better alpha then Derek had. Peter had never had many betas, but the ones he did have were still alive. Lydia was alive and well. Scott was a true alpha. He was content, smug. He didn't have to deal with the death's of two teenagers on his hands. More if you counted the fact it was he who bitten Jackson, triggering the whole kanima situation. Derek had only been doing what he thought was right at the time. Eventually he gave up his power, and fell into line behind Scott. That was where he belonged. Even though he didn't agree with Scott a majority of the time, and Scott had blood on his own hands, he was still a far better alpha. Derek trusted him. He also trusted Stiles too, but that was a completely different subject. The human irritated him as much as he amused him, but he was Scott's best friend. There was no getting rid of him.

Derek had come out to the preserve tonight to do some thinking, and just get away from the other members of the pack. They were all starting college soon, and as such, they were a bundle of nerves. They weren't leaving Beacon Hills, they were all staying, including Lydia shockingly enough. Like Derek, they were all pulled to protect their home town as the Nemeton continued to act as a beacon to draw in the supernatural. The past year or so had been relatively quiet. The most interesting thing that had happened was Scott finding out about the family of bobcat shifters in the next town over, which Derek had known about for a long time. Talia had spoken about them on occasion, and how they preferred to keep out of trouble and enjoyed their solitude. Needless to say, their youngest child was not enjoying that luxury. Whenever Scott needed extra muscle, he called the girl. Whenever Stiles felt like making cat jokes, he bothered the feline as well. None of this endeared them to the bobcat, but she had accepted them enough to move into Beacon Hills for college. Vivian had gotten them to help her move, while she sprawled on her couch as soon as it was inside. Such was the nature of a pretty, manipulative female, but Derek couldn't fault her for it. She knew how to work Stiles when she wanted something. She could also work Scott too, but Derek had noticed she took more amusement out of Stiles and his never ending cat puns then anyone else.

While he was in the woods though, he caught an unfamiliar scent. It was definitely not human, of this he was sure. Humans had their own scents, bland, usually along with whatever hygiene products they used that lingered on their skin. Supernatural creatures were different...and it was all dependent upon their breed. Derek was familiar with a lot of supernatural creatures, he just hadn't met very many over his years, and thus was not too knowledgeable as to how each smelled. Lydia, the banshee, smelled of funeral flowers. Wolves smelt like wolves. Vivian smelled like a crisp, clean, cat and pine. This however, was different. Very different. There were conflicting smells, but only one person. Needless to say, Derek stuck around. He was concerned for the well being of this town, and didn't want anything to happen to the kids when they were about to start on the next phase of their lives. At least not at the very beginning, college wasn't easy. He'd found the keys, and set of clothes, which made everything that much more suspicious. What on earth was he dealing with? A skin walker? That was the only thing he could think of that fit the scenario he was currently faced with.

It turned out, he was right. The werewolf had drifted back, hidden amongst the trees as he smelled the woman's return. He remained out of sight, eyes down cast as she shifted back, replacing her clothes. It was only then did he grow serious, face shifting to his stoic mask. He took one step forward, then another. "What are you doing here?" He asked sternly, eyes locked onto hers.

[Found Bleeding]

College would be starting soon. It was something that Vivian was looking forward to, especially considering she had a shiny new apartment to begin the school year with. There weren't many colleges around Beacon Hills, and she was just happy to not have to go far from home. Vivian had originally been born and lived a town over, along with her family. They also happened to be a family of shifters...bob cat shifters. It wasn't a particularly glamorous species of shifter, turning into a cat with cute ears and interesting fur patterns. But for the most part, it was rare for them to ever turn into a legitimate animal. Mostly there were half-shifts on the full moon, with furry pointed ears, claws, fangs, and a tail. Some of that, along with being in a family of shifters, translated into her personality and human life. Not a lot though, as far as she was concerned. Beacon Hills was an interesting city, and for awhile the werewolves in it had been ignorant to her. Unfortunately as years went by, and their true alpha poked his nose in where it didn't belong, she had tangoed with the wolf pack a few times. But generally they didn't bother her unless they needed her for whatever scheme Stiles and Scott had gotten up to.

The cat shifter was on the prowl once more, specking out the area around her new apartment. She had been living there a week or so, but with all the paperwork she had to do for college, she hadn't had much time to explore around. On top of that, the young woman didn't exactly feel like cooking, so she had ordered some Chinese for herself. Dressed conservatively, she wore tight black jeans that fit to her body, a teal colored shirt, and a black hoodie half way unzipped. The plastic bag that contained her Chinese food was clutched in one of her pale hands, making her way confidently back to her apartment. There was a soft breeze, one that lightly tugged at her long fluffy hair. The feline paused though, sensing someone watching her. The girl's brow marred, blue eyes darting around for a moment, before landing on the male who was watching her. She regarded him coolly, unsure whether he was just looking or if he were a threat to her. It was always somewhat hard to tell.

The wind carried his scent to her, alerting her to why he was staring. Before her stood a wolf, one she had never seen in these parts before. Vaguely, he did look familiar...but she could not place a name to a face. She felt like he might have been someone from High School...or Beacon Hills High. She hadn't gone to BHHS. She had gone to another school, but a lot of teens tended to mix over. Not to mention the competitiveness between their lacrosse teams. Vivian had never been very interested in lacrosse, which was probably why she couldn't place Jackson. She did recognize him as a werewolf however, and that alone had her attention. He stunk distinctly of wet dog after all. She gave a small sniff, nose turning upwards for a moment. He appeared to be leaving the same apartment complex that she lived in. Great, she had a wolf as a neighbor, just what she needed. She wondered if McCall knew he was in town? She assumed he wasn't a part of the McCall pack, which meant he was an omega. She should probably give Scott a call.

"Are you going to stand there all day staring at me, or are you going to say something?" The cat challenged, raising an eyebrow at him, head cocking to one side. An amused smirk appeared on her face, taking a few steps forward until she was hovering in his personal space. The wolf was handsome, that much was sure. However, she wasn't entirely sure how this interaction was going to go. Worse case scenario, he'd try to kill her. She just hoped that nothing bad would happen to her beloved Chinese food. She was so hungry, and now she just had to figure out how to deal with him. "You new here or what? I don't think I've seen you skulking about. I'd remember a face like yours."

[xxxle mars lievre]

Needless to say it was strange to be back, perhaps stranger than the werewolf had thought it would be. The town itself hadn’t changed much, but everyone he’d known certainly had. After leaving, he hadn’t kept up with any of them, but probably should since he was going to be staying for the time being. If nothing else, he should probably go and see Derek. The last time he’d seen the other werewolf, Hale had been the local alpha. There was no way for him to know that had changed or that Scott McCall was the current alpha. But that could wait until he adjusted to his surroundings once more. It was inevitable that he’d run into the people he loosely referred to as friends, but he could attempt to put it off. Fortunately for him, the layout of the town hadn’t actually changed and he was able to find his way with ease. Not that he knew where he was heading, but as he moved along, he found that he recognized the area. There were a few businesses that had disappeared and been replaced in his absence, but overall the town looked no different than when he’d left it. What he didn’t know was the problems that had come up in the town. The deaths, possession of Stiles, the assassins that had plagued the town.

That would change if and when he decided to let the others know he was back in town. Whether that was by him formally mentioning it to them or them spotting him about the town remained to be seen. At this point, he didn’t have much to say to any of them. The only two people he’d been close to had been Danny and Lydia, there had been no fondness between him and Scott, he’d definitely disliked Stiles, and while he was glad Derek had taught him how not to go on a murderous spree every full moon he wasn’t all that close to the one that had bit him. And yet a part of him missed the bunch of misfits, but that wasn’t something he intended upon admitting. He thought it best to ignore that feeling as he figured out what he was going to do with his life. He was only obligated to stay in Beacon Hills with his father until his eighteenth birthday, which wasn’t terribly far off. While he’d applied to the local college and would be in attendance there very soon, that didn’t mean he needed to live with his father. Ever since he’d found out the truth about his birth, he hadn’t felt particularly close or attached to the couple that had adopted him. That had yet to change.

Jackson had been content to aimlessly wonder around and contemplate his options when he caught the scent of another shifter. He was curious about who it might belong to and more importantly, what they were. His experience with the supernatural was rather limited, he’d met the werewolves in town and there was whatever Lydia had been but had left before the Nemeton had summoned other creatures to his hometown. In London, he hadn’t met too many other non-humans. So he was naturally curious about what this creature was. A cat shifter of some sort, apparently. He figured it out at about the same time she noticed that he was looking for her. Now that was interesting, he hadn’t been expecting a female to be the shifter, and she was an attractive one at that. It seemed as is his boring day might have just turned around. “Well, the view is rather nice,” he replied with a smirk gracing his features. There was no telling how this was going to go, but the werewolf wasn’t afraid of a cat. He could use the distraction of a conversation at the moment anyway.

He watched as she walked closer to him, noting that she didn’t appear to be afraid of him either. He also found that to be interesting and guessed by the way she held herself that she had been born whatever she was. As confident as he felt, his actions tended to give away that he’d been bitten and not born a werewolf. The thought left his mind as he allowed his attention to focus on the female in front of him. “Yes and no, I used to live here years ago,” he stated coolly. He couldn’t recall seeing her before, but that didn’t really mean much. He hadn’t been in Beacon Hills for a while, and even if they’d attended school together, he’d been much too preoccupied with himself to take much note of other people. But he thought he might have remembered her in some fashion had he known her.

There was nothing better he had to do with his time, so he failed to see the problem with continuing trying to figure out who this woman was. Judging by the food in her hand, he assumed that she lived close and perhaps in the same building as he currently did. At the very least, she proving to be amusing and she wasn’t bad to look at either. Rather than walking away, the female continued to speak with him so he could only assume she found him to be equally interesting. But that could be his own self-centered personality coming into play. “Might I be able to get your name, Ms. Cat?” he asked, not particularly caring if the people around him heard his statement or not. It wasn’t as if he’d shouted out that she was shifter, but merely he found the nickname somewhat amusing. Doubted she would, but he wasn’t one to care too much about the feelings of others, especially those of someone he’d only met minutes ago.

[xxxle mars lievre]

Nothing compared to the freedom of being able to fly as far as Arya was concerned. Even running as a coyote couldn’t quite compare to the feeling she had while in the air. It was easy to see why someone might get caught up in the moment, forgetting to shift back and remain stuck as whichever animal they’d shifted into. There was some real concern for that happening among her kind. Fortunately for her, she’d never felt so compelled to remain as an owl or coyote. The freedom was nice, but there were certain perks to being human as well that she wasn’t ready to give up. As the exhaustion caught up with her, she decided it was time to shift back, go home and decide if she was going to sleep or eat something. Either option sounded good to her but first she needed to shift back and get dressed. As she flew, she made a note to get a bird’s eye view of the town when she wasn’t quite so tired. An owl would be far less suspicious than a coyote running through the streets, and the odds of being hit by a car were significantly lower as an owl. The thought slipped her mind as she found her way back to the clearing. After landing, she shifted back and changed back into her clothing.

It was as she finished putting her clothes on that she heard something move in brush near where she was. While she’d been hoping it had been nothing, or had been an animal, it obviously wasn’t as she caught a faint scent and noticed the man walking toward her. For a brief moment, her eyes flashed their signature grey as she tried to figure out what he was by scent. As a skin walker, her senses were sharper than a regular human’s, but they were much sharper when she was fully shifted. However, the brief moment of using her powers had been enough to catch the scent of a wolf. That meant he was some sort of a wolf shifter, probably a werewolf. He didn’t have the scent of any other animals on him, so he wasn’t another skin walker. And he didn’t look particularly happy. This was going to be a pleasant talk, now wasn’t it? She sighed to herself, hoping this wouldn’t take too much time. “I needed a little stretch after a ridiculously long car ride here,” she replied. It probably wasn’t the answer he was looking for, but it was the reason she had decided upon visiting the woods. Besides, he’d startled her so she wasn’t entirely willing to give him her whole life story at the moment.

After a moment, she felt less annoyed and more curious than anything. She wondered how many other werewolves there were in town. She knew that they tended to run in packs since it protect them power and protection. Those without a pack didn’t tend to run as long as those with one. And if there were werewolves here, what else might she have to deal with? Perhaps this move wasn’t as boring as she thought it was going to be, but it could still be a pain depending on the pack in town. “So, I’m Arya. And you are?” she asked, figuring it’d be much more pleasant to exchange names as now she was a bit curious about the man standing in front of her. Obviously she didn’t know if she could trust him, but there was no harm in chatting for a bit. Being supernatural gave her much more confidence than she might have had as an ordinary human. He would have been much more threatening if she hadn’t been a skin walker. She wasn’t so arrogant as to think she’d win a fight against a werewolf but she was willing to take her chance in the off chance he was a threat. “If you really must know what I’m doing in Beacon Hills in general, I’ll be starting classes at the university,” she finally decided to say. It wasn’t as if it was some big secret.

The longer she stood there, the less she felt like he was going to kill her. It was still a possibility and she wasn’t going to let her guard down but the odds of that happening seemed less likely. There’d been plenty of opportunity for him to attack her at this point and he hadn’t done so. She still wasn’t entirely sure that he wasn’t a threat, but it didn’t quite feel like he was one. There was no doubt he could be if he wanted to though. As a skin walker, she felt like she could trust her instincts on this one. Besides, she had the impression that as long as she wasn’t a threat to him, he wasn’t going to be to her.

“Well, I’m starting to get a bit hungry, so if you wouldn’t mind pointing me in the direction of a decent restaurant, I’ll be happy to allow you to go back to whatever it was you’d been doing before speaking with me,” she said, wondering if what she planned on saying next was a mistake. “Unless you’d like to join me,” she finished the thought, curious about his answer. He was attractive and she wouldn’t object to having someone that she could get information on the town from. After all, she knew next to nothing about Beacon Hills. The university hadn’t been her first choice, but since they’d accepted her, it wouldn’t hurt to find out more about the town she was going to reside it. But it all depended on what he had to say on the matter. Regardless, she had decided that the hunger outweighed how tired she felt and planned on eating something before heading back to her new apartment.

[Found Bleeding]

the sound of iron (S H O C K S) is stuck in my head
the t h u n d e r of the D R U M S dictates✶
FROM THE DAWN OF TIME UNTILL THE END OF DAYS tab tab I WILL HAVE TO RUN AWAY
FROM THE DAWN OF TIME UNTILL THE END OF DAYS tab tab I WILL HAVE TO RUN AWAY
FROM THE DAWN OF TIME UNTILL THE END OF DAYS tab tab I WILL HAVE TO RUN AWAY

Derek quirked his eyebrow at the blonde woman before him silently. A long car ride huh? He knew she wasn't a local from smell alone, but, he was a bit surprised that she had traveled far to come to Beacon Hills. Was she drawn here from the Nemeton like so many creatures were before her? It was the most likely scenario, but Derek wasn't going to ask and volunteer information about the city he called home. They already had enough problems to deal with on a regular basis without asking for them. "That still doesn't change the fact that you're trespassing on private property." Well, sort of. The city had long since condemned the property, and demolished his old house. Derek had eventually went in, and with the help of Scott's pack, and shockingly enough Peter, they rebuilt the place. It was only just finished completely, and Derek hadn't begun moving back in. He did have the property back, for the most part. He had to fight tooth and nail to get it back, but he had. Just the entire forest wasn't the Hale's property. Just a small portion. But what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her this time around.

For now though, Derek had said his piece. He didn't want her wandering around the property unattended, at least until he knew one way or another if she was good or bad. If she didn't mean anyone any harm by coming here to Beacon Hills, he didn't exactly care as long as she kept out of trouble. But considering Beacon Hills tendency to attractive evil supernatural creatures, he wasn't jumping to any conclusions. He wasn't quite as trusting as Scott was. So, her name was Arya? That was a pretty name...it oddly suited her. "My name is Derek Hale." An introduction couldn't hurt, and on the plus side, she might recognize his last name. The Hales used to be a major name in California for werewolves and supernatural creatures alike. Not to mention hunters but...that was more good than bad until Kate killed most of his family. He looked her over again, his hands sliding into the pockets of his jeans, leather jacket tight across his shoulders. He did find it odd she didn't volunteer her last name, not that it mattered. "So you're a college student. Makes sense." Well, not entirely, but it did explain why she was here. It was the beginning of the semester after all.

"It's possible that you might be attending class with some of my friends." Depending on what grade level and classes she was taking. They probably wouldn't be sharing classes but he wasn't about to rule it out either. College was a strange creature that Derek had luckily never had to deal with. Such was the luxury of having a rich family. Besides, when he needed work, he did odd jobs or worked at the mechanic shop. Cars were kind of his thing and he knew enough about them to repair them when they needed a fix. It was one of the odd things he shared with Stiles. But even if they didn't share classes, they would likely catch one another's scent. If not them, then Vivian's. Cats tended to have more obvious smells. "What are you studying?" He wanted as much information on her as he could get, so he could warn Scott and the others not to be too surprised once they started up and bumped into a skin walker. Not that they'd know what she was. They were always a bit slow on the uptake. Then again, at times, so was he. Deaton and Peter were the real experts around town.

At least it seemed like she wasn't in any hurry to try and kill him. She might be waiting for the opportunity, but he wasn't getting that vibe from her. Probably because he could smell emotions, and she smelled fairly calm to him. "Beacon Hills has a pretty decent diner not too far from here," Derek stated, glancing back towards the road. He quirked his eyebrows when she invited him along, before shrugging his shoulders. It probably couldn't hurt...and he was a bit hungry himself. "Sure, sounds good. We can probably get to know one another better so I'm not convinced you'll kill me in my sleep. Are you going to drive your own car or do you want a ride with me?" He slid his keys from his pocket, jingling them slightly. "There are some other fast food places too, if that's more your style. The Diner has arguably more healthy food. I'll let you make the choice, I'm not exactly a picky eater." Somehow he doubted that she would shove food in her mouth like Stiles did. Ugh. The boy had zero manners.

[Found Bleeding]

Well, this was certainly going to be interesting. Vivian blinked in surprise, looking away from the wolf briefly, a blush coloring her cheeks. She hadn't been expecting that, but it was not unwelcome either. Slowly her eyes returned to his face, gray meeting blue, examining them for a moment. "Thanks. Mine's not so bad either." The female shifted the bag in her hands, brushing some of her hair back away from her face. She never could get the strands to behave themselves....then again she didn't put too much effort into maintaining her hair. Fashion and makeup had never been her forte by a long shot, which was why she never bothered with it on most days. Today was certainly no different, but she had to wonder vaguely if she should have, since she had bumped into a ridiculously attractive guy around her age. The werewolf thing was what bothered her though. She really should call Scott but...it wasn't like she couldn't handle herself. If she called Scott, within the hour Scott and Stiles would be over in her house like they lived there, on top of trying to investigate this new wolf. She wasn't really in the mood to deal with either of them at this very moment. She'd call them later. She wasn't in danger right now, so it wasn't much of an issue.

"Ah, that explains why you're here now...sort of. Then again, I don't really care, so it doesn't matter." Unlike the McCall pack, she kept her head firmly down at all times. It was half of the reason they kept losing friends and causing other innocent people to get killed, in her opinion. They could never mind their own damn business. It was worse than they insisted upon dragging her into it. Well, it was mostly Stiles who insisted upon dragging her into their business, and she usually caved when it came to Stiles. The human was exceptionally manipulative and knew the right buttons to push to get her to agree to help whenever they needed the aid of an additional shifter. Admittedly, it usually involved bribery and free food, but it didn't change the fact Stiles got what he wanted from her. "Do you know Scott McCall then? Or Stiles?" The question made something click in her mind, and suddenly, she did know who he was. Sort of. "You do. You played lacrosse with them. I only know because the guys at my high school always bitched about you kicking their asses every year - until suddenly they were grumbling about Scott." It had been a few years ago.

"Yeah, my name is Vivian. And you're Jackson right? Jackson Whittemore? Your parents were the best lawyers around." It was sad that she knew that, but Beacon Hills wasn't huge when it came to their high society. Vivian's parents belonged to that class, given their positions as a doctor and surgeon. She wouldn't be inherently surprised if they ever intermingled, but she couldn't recall ever meeting Jackson before, which was likely due to them going to different schools over the years in different towns. Now that she had an idea of who he was, he was considerably more comfortable with the fact that he probably wouldn't try to attack her for no reason. It changed everything, sort of. Glancing down at her food, and back at him, her stomach growled. She really wanted to go eat...but leaving in the middle of a conversation was probably rude...and well, she didn't really want to stop talking to him. It wasn't often that she came across an attractive boy who complimented her. Well, besides Stiles...but Stiles was still hung up over Lydia and as much as she liked Stiles...She didn't want to be second place to anyone. Not to mention dating someone whose first priority was an entire pack and not her wasn't all that appealing. Not that he would even date her to begin with. She didn't think anyone would willingly date her.

"So, uhm," she shifted about, glancing over her shoulder as if suspecting someone to be standing right behind her. She could imagine Scott and Stiles giving her disapproving looks, but she didn't care. "Do you want to come inside with me and eat? I got enough for the both of us...I think." Her eyes flicked down to the bag again, before giving a bit of a shrug. "It's chicken lo mein and egg rolls mostly...and wanton soup..." She had a bit appetite.

[xxxle mars lievre]

His evening was becoming much more interesting than he’d originally thought it was going to. Admittedly, Jackson wasn’t sure what he was expecting upon arriving back in Beacon Hills but what he’d found was a town he didn’t quite fit into anymore. That wasn’t something that he thought would happen. But at the very least, the cat shifter was interesting enough to hold his attention for a bit. The distraction was certainly welcome to the omega werewolf. He was going to need to find out about the current pack situation in town. When he’d left, Derek had been the local alpha and he knew that he needed a pack. There was strength in numbers, literally for werewolves, and omega werewolves tended to end up dead unless they found a pack willing to take them in. He pushed the thoughts from his mind as he conversed with the cat shifter. There would be time for finding a pack later on. “Yes, I know them,” he confirmed as she made the connection about who he was and his relationship to both McCall and Stilinski. “So you do know me,” he said, another smirk appearing on his face. It had been true; he’d been the best player on the lacrosse team. Until Scott McCall had gotten himself bitten.

“I am,” he confirmed as she mentioned to him. He inwardly cringed at the mention of his parents. He still wasn’t terribly comfortable with thinking of the Whittemores as his parents as they weren’t his biological parents. It was a bit of a sore subject for him. But it wasn’t surprising to him that she would know that. Beacon Hills wasn’t a big town and most everyone knew each other’s business. Obviously she had lived in the area for a long time if she remembered that kids from her school complained about him beating them at lacrosse. He still didn’t recall meeting her in the past and he definitely thought that he would have remembered doing so if it had happened. But it wasn’t really important now. It was important that he pay attention to the conversation he was having with her. She was actually interesting and it wasn’t every day that he came across someone that he genuinely thought was interesting. It was an added bonus that she was very attractive. He’d quickly gotten over the fact that she was some sort of cat shifter. And he found that he wanted to talk with her, which was a rarity in and of itself. It would be a waste to not spend at least a little more time with her.

Jackson’s attention went back to Vivian as she started to say something. He raised an eyebrow as she invited him to join her for dinner. But it wasn’t like he’d really had any plans before he’d run into her. He’d only just gotten back into town and had simply been unable to stay in the house. “Sure,” he agreed. Though he wasn’t really sure about her having enough for the two of them. Being a werewolf, he could eat a lot, but he would be polite about sharing a meal with her as it hadn’t been intended. It couldn’t hurt and he was going to need someone to talk to while in town. Clearly she knew McCall and Stilinski and was some sort of cat shifter, perhaps she could fill him in on the supernatural aspect of the town. He wasn’t too eager to join a pack but he also wasn’t terribly eager to be killed. The last time he’d lived in Beacon Hills, there had been a fairly serious threat with hunters. Gerard Argent had even used him to kill when he had been stuck as a kanima. Oddly, he didn’t really worry about whether or not he was intruding upon her evening plans.

As he walked with the cat shifter, which he meant to ask her about when they weren’t out in public, he realized just how hungry he was. It was a good thing that they were going to eat together seeing how he was much hungrier than he’d originally thought. And he was a bit curious about the state of the supernatural in town. When he’d lived in Beacon Hills, it was just beginning to attract more supernatural beings to it and he was sure that had only continued without him. He really didn’t know all of the events that had happened, the alpha pack, the nogitsune, the dead pool and all of the rest that had occurred in the town in his absence, but he had a feeling there had been major changes in Beacon Hills. “Which one is you?” he asked as he fell into step with her. The werewolf walked beside her but listened to her direction.
Once inside of her place, he couldn’t help but look around. It would help him figure out what sort of a person she was and the like. It was impossible to walk into another’s home and not make note of the way it was put together.

Before too long they had begun to eat and he allowed himself to relax a bit more. Vivian was rather interesting. “I assume that you know what I am. So it’s only fair if you tell me a bit about yourself,” he started after finishing a bite of his food. He wanted to know more about her because he was interested. He also wanted to know about Beacon Hills and his former friends, but that could wait for a bit longer. He’d gone for years without keeping track of either one so it wouldn’t kill him to wait for a while longer to know. “And how is McCall doing?” he asked finally after his curiosity about her had been satisfied. For the moment at any rate. There was just something about her that he found appealing and it was surprisingly easy for him to talk to her. That wasn’t really something he’d had with anyone but Lydia. He didn’t allow himself to go down that road since he knew it wouldn’t lead any where good. But he didn’t think that would be an issue as long as he kept himself occupied.

[xxxle mars lievre]

Arya hadn’t really expected to run into anyone, especially not someone supernatural. But she couldn’t say that she really minded. She was going to have to meet them eventually; the supernatural tended to run into each other when living in the same area and some could be territorial. Obviously there was a werewolf pack in town, he was proof of that. Unless he was an omega werewolf, but they were rare and tended to be killed off quickly. She didn’t feel like that was the case with the wolf standing before her. “Ah, in that case I do apologize for the trespassing,” she said simply. If it was that much of an issue, she would simply have to find somewhere else to transform since not transforming wasn’t an option for her. She made a note to ask about the alpha in the area. It would be a good gesture to met them and introduce herself, state that she wasn’t there to cause trouble or attract any to the town. They might not initially believe her but as she was there to go to school and lead a normal life, she figured they would see that sooner or later. Though it would preferably be sooner if this alpha was going to end up assigning a babysitter to watch her while she was staying in town. Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, but she couldn’t be sure.

But that was something she would deal with when the time came, instead she should give her attention to the attractive werewolf standing before her. She really shouldn’t be thinking about such things as she hadn’t figured out what sort of person he was yet. What she didn’t know was that he was also trying to determine the type of person she was. “It’s nice to meet you, Derek,” she said. The surname sounded vaguely familiar to her. She was fairly certain that her grandmother had worked with a pack with that name in the past. Perhaps he was one of them, but she’d thought they had all perished in a fire years ago. Obviously not all of them, but she figured it was probably rude to ask him about it. “Yeah,” she said with a nod. It did sort of explain why she was in town in a general sense. She nodded as he mentioned that she might be in class with some of his friends. She had no idea what they were all studying, but it was certainly a possibility. “Maybe, are they more werewolves?” she asked curiously.

“I’m studying writing,” she explained, wondering how much she should reveal. “I’m actually in the graduate program,” she added in, deciding that it wouldn’t hurt to tell him. He didn’t really seem like a threat to her and it wasn’t a bad idea to get know the people she would be living with for the next couple of years or so. Maybe having friends would make the situation a bit better. Already she did feel better about it; the chance to transform into an owl had done wonders for her mood. She hated being cooped up, which sometimes made attending class difficult for her but she’d always managed to push through it. She’d do the same this semester. “I really only planning on sticking around long enough to finish my degree, at the moment any way,” she shrugged, thinking she was saying too much. After all, she didn’t really know him and getting too attached to anyone might make leaving more difficult for her. But she could change her mind; it all depended on how the upcoming year or so went. Maybe she would grow to like Beacon Hills. It was too soon to tell for certain how she might feel about the small town over the next few years.

She listened as he answered her about the dining situation in town. A diner sounded nice to her, well about anything did considering how hungry she was. “Great and I’ll feel better when I know that you won’t try to kill me,” she said with a smile. So it worked out in everyone’s favor to get to know one another. “I’ll ride with you,” she decided. It probably wasn’t a good idea but she still didn’t get the feeling that he was a threat to her. As a werewolf, he certainly could be but she didn’t get that feeling from him. “The diner is fine with me,” she shrugged. She wasn’t really a picky eater but fast food didn’t really sound too appealing to her. Getting to know someone should be done over a proper meal. She made sure she had all of her things before walking with him through the forest until they arrived at his car. “I like your wheels,” she commented, admiring the sleek black sports car.

She kept an eye on the town as they drove back through it to the town. It would be good for her to begin to learn the placement of the buildings in town if she was going to be living there. “So I take it you’ve lived in Beacon Hills for a while,” she said, turning her attention to him. While she didn’t really mind silences, she was curious and couldn’t really resist talking to him. About him and the town. Beacon Hills was turning out to be rather interesting to her. “What can you tell me about the supernatural in the area?” she also asked. She wouldn’t be offended if he couldn’t answer as he didn’t know whether or not she was trustworthy. The diner wasn’t located too far off from where they had been, so it had been a relatively short trip. She stretched a bit after hopping out of his car. She then walked with him into the small diner, looking around as she did so. The food did smell good to her. The enhanced senses came from her ability to shift. The more animals she learned to shift into, the sharper her sense would be. Naturally there was a limit to the power she could attain, but she wasn’t too concerned with that as she did feel rather confident where she was at. She just wanted to learn to transform into something aquatic to swim freely.