Lady March Hare
Lady March Hare
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_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕯𝖔𝖓ʼ𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖗
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_ʼ𝕮𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝕿 𝖉𝖔𝖓ʼ𝖙 ӄ𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖍𝖔𝖜 𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝕿 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖒𝖞 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖜𝖔
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
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𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞
𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖒
𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 Ѵ𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎
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𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖈 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖞
𝕷𝖎𝖘𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 𝕱𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖒
𝕷𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 Ѵ𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎
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There were few places Lisette Fairholm hadn’t been. A large portion of her very long life had been spent traveling, after all. Travel was part of the job, of course, but it was also something the dark haired vixen enjoyed for the simple pleasure of it all. She had toured all over Europe, Africa, South America, and China on various orders from her superiors. Wherever there was a vampiric presence, Lisette had surveyed. Or, at least, it felt that way.
"Washington State, North America..?" she had murmured to herself, her Italian accent softened and subtle after several mortal lifetimes immersed in other cultures. "Forks?"
Lisette had been to North America once, ages ago. It had been nice enough, but she had been in a hurry; she had come with her usual vampire sidekick, a young man she had personally loomed over during his dangerous fledgling stage named Jason, on orders to check out the claim that a small vampire coven in the greater unpopulated sections of New York were using night clubs to turn humans at an alarming rate. Lisette hadn’t liked New York; the smells were overpowering and there were people everywhere. It had been exactly two hundred and fifty seven years since she had been turned, but even the dark haired young woman had felt the craving for blood more urgently then usual in that place packed with more then willing victims. Leaving the city that never seemed to pause had not left Lisette with the best impression of America. Though New York was on the opposite side of the sprawling union she couldn’t help coming to the assumption that it would be more of the same. After all, a fork was a fork, and she wasn’t really expecting much of any local that tried to imply otherwise.
Lisette didn’t voice her thoughts on the place she would end up aloud. After all, even when a body had been with them as long as the young woman had been, nobody questioned the orders of the Volturi. Lisette had no idealistic misconceptions about the group of vampires infamous for exercising their control over the entire vampiric race with precision and secrecy since before even They could remember; she could be killed as easily as any other interloper if she dared to offend. But this dangerous line was not one Lisette shied away from; on the contrary, she only admired her leaders more for their dedication. It only inspired her to higher personal goals.
“Your assignment is simple, Lisette. Track and report.”
She had been sent on many of the same before. Lisette had a rather personal role in the Volturi; whenever they needed something done they would issue the order and Lisette and others like her would obey it without question. Sometimes the order was to Locate, or simply find out the location of a target; Fetch was to bring back a target for questioning; Track was to locate and follow a subject, which always seemed to be coupled with Report, which was, as it sounded, an order to report the actions of the target being followed to the Volturi elders. And then there was the infamous Stop; the vast understatement that translated into ‘kill’. That one was always fun.
It wasn’t the local that bothered Lisette, nor the details of the order itself. It was the target that made Lisette grit her teeth tightly together and dig her nails deep into the sensitive flesh of her palms.
“The mermaid has been less then cooperative of late. Questioning our authority despite the unwavering devotion of her queen. She is exceptional at her job… but no one is indispensable. Track. Report. If the mermaid does not complete her assignment, or if you view actions that, under your discretion, appear suspicious, you are to Stop her. Understood?”
It had been so hard for Lisette to reply to the positive. Not because she objected to a job that would likely ending in her bloodying her hands; the black haired girl had been there and done that more times then she could count. No; Lisette Fairholm objected to the m-word… mermaid. Lisette was a proud vampire, had no real opinions of the dinner race more commonly known as ‘humans’, simply didn’t think of werewolves (of which she never really had to interact with anyway…), but she hated mermaids. Mermaids… pathetic, weak minded slaves of the vampires. Their queen was so smitten with the Volturi that she threw her subjects into servitude, and the finned freaks, in a delightful show of subservience, bent and obeyed without question. Lisette hated that about them, and hated them for it. She obeyed the Volturi with unwavering devotion, but with none of the hopeless weakness that she saw in her scaled underlings.
But even Lisette had to grudgingly admit that it took guts to stand up to the people she worked for. It was dangerous, reckless… worthy of respect.
'Well, I'll give it to the fish people... not that that will have anything to do with my investigation.'
And so she had boarded a plane to Forks, Washington. For the first time in a long time she was alone; her fledgling partner had been left behind much to his displeasure. Lisette really didn't mind; it was nice to be alone to think to herself for once. And, from the look of Forks, there would be plenty of time for thinking. From the moment she stepped off the plane to the moment she moved into the 'town', the feeling of quiet seemed to surround her almost to a point of suffocation. A big city kinda girl, the vampire walked instead of taking the car as she had initially planned, drinking in the sights. It was the first time she had been able to walk around in the day time in a while; in Forks there seemed to be perpetual clouds and her skin, though still unusually pale, didn't seem to sparkle in the slightest. Walking down the dirt roads, the graceful young woman looked rather out of place. Dressed in black designer slacks, heels, and an off the shoulders white sweater that reached past her fingertips, she looked more like she had wandered off a runway then the Volturi assassin she was. Only her eyes set her apart; they seemed to almost glow red, standing out vividly against her porcelain skin and dark hair spilling down her shoulders.
Reserving a place to stay had been simple enough, though not an arrangement the vampire would be overly content with. There were no real hotels, so the young woman had taken a room in the house of an old woman who had advertised in the papers. She seemed only too eager to take a tenant, even if it was for a very short time; though Lisette wondered just what the old woman, Mrs. Tinnel, would think of the arrangement if she knew the details of who she was lodging. The vampire grinned a bit sharply, crimson eyes dark. People in this town would be a pushover; she could feel it.
The house she was going to be boarding in was like something out of a housing magazine; it was wood that had been painted white with a faded gray roof. The door and shutters were a rich shade of green, and the porch that extended to wrap around the front was the same hue lightened with weather damage. There was even a white picket fence, which Lisette breached with no little amusement as she wandered across the unruly grass. Everything in Forks could be so green; she figured it was a before unknown land of extremes. Bemused at the thought the dark haired woman moved up the three small steps and towards the door, her heels clicking dully against the slightly damp wood. When she lifted a hand to knock the sound seemed muffled like all sounds were in this sleepy town. Several seconds passed in silence, and then there was some bumping from inside, the shuffling of feet across wood floors.
"Yeah? Who is it..?" a weak, wavering voice called out from behind the thick wood.
"Mrs. Tinnel?" she called back with practiced ease. "Hello? Hi... it's Lisette Fairholm. The tenant? We spoke over the phone..."
"Who?" the woman didn't give time for a reply; immediately after speaking the sound of chains being detached from door locks helped break the dreary spell Forks had cast. "Oh, the girl who's taking the room! Why didn't you say so?" The door creaked open, and a tiny old woman flung open a space large enough to walk through, peering at Lisette with eyes magnified by coke bottle glasses. "Well, come on in, come on in..!" She insisted as she ushered the vampire inside.
'Step one, complete. If step two goes as well as this, then this whole trip is going to be a piece of cake.'








_𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓ʼ𝖙 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕿 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖘
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖉 。 。 。
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝

_。 。 。𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕾𝖓𝖆𝖕 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖎𝖙
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕿ʻ𝖒 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖐𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖐𝖔𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖔𝖓𝖊
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
Lady March Hare
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_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_Ϛ𝖊𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
_Ҭ𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚, 𝖘𝖔 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖊𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚
_______________𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝 𝖝
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Ҏ𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙
𝕵𝖆𝖈ӄ𝖘𝖔𝖓 Ƚ𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖘
𝕿𝖙ʹ𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋ʹ𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊
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Ҏ𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝖎𝖓 𝖒𝖞 𝕼𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖚𝖙𝖊 𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙
𝕵𝖆𝖈ӄ𝖘𝖔𝖓 Ƚ𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖘
𝕿𝖙ʹ𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋ʹ𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖊
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Jack woke up in a spectacular mood.
There was no reason for it, not really. The day before hadn't been anything overly special; he had gotten up, gotten dressed, eaten, and loped about doing the daily routine just like he did every day. He hadn't had any particularly good dreams; in fact, if his fading memory of the event was any proof, he had dreamed about eating. Which, though dreaming about food was neither unusual nor unpleasant, he was pretty sure it was not the underlying cause of his good mood. No, it was nothing Jack himself had done; it was just one of those days that just seemed sparkling and beautiful from the moment he had opened his eyes. So what if the weather outside was typical of Washington: cloudy, cool, and constantly threatening to rain? No amount of rain could dampen his good mood, not today.
The smile on his face was perpetual; it was sure to annoy as time went by. Not that Jack cared; there was a certain amusement factor to irritating the people in his pack. So what if they could spontaneously sprout tough fur, wicked claws, and dangerous fangs? The young werewolf was used to the constant shifts, and in his opinion the situation in general would be much easier to deal with if those going through it were of a more cheerful disposition. Not that he'd ever say such a thing aloud... just in case.
The day just felt good, like something exciting was waiting to happen. Jack rolled out of bed and fluidly shifted into a stretch, reveling in the animal-like pleasure of stretching muscles that had been too long idle. Almost tripping over the sheets that had somehow managed to wrap themselves around his leg during the night, Jack made his way to the small window of his room and braced his palms against the ledges, squinting his dark brown eyes in the golden sun rays that streamed in. The Quileute people were a productive people; though it was still relatively early and a Saturday there were plenty of people who were already milling about. Men wandered out to a variety of vehicles in varying degrees of alertness, yawning and stretching and chugging down their beverages of choice. Doors were pushed open and figures could be seen in flashes moving past the windows within his view. Birds were singing even as the clouds moved to mask the sunlight that had been playing across the plains of Jack's face once again; the people of the Moon hardly noticed condition that outsiders might call dreary.
"Ahhhh... it looks like a great day for a run." he chuckled to himself as he stumbled from the window, scratching at the stubble along just chin as he exited the room.
He thought about looking through the kitchen, finding food, going through the proper process most people assumed while getting ready for a new day... but that thought was almost instantly dismissed. That was not the way to start off a day that felt so good; there was only one real way to go about it. Grinning even wider Jack scrounged around for clothes that looked somewhat clean and tugged on a only slightly crumpled pair of jeans. Not bothering with shoes or a shirt the young man moved from his room and tried not to stumble down the stairs. His own house was silent; Jack lived in the home of his uncle Will. Will was one of those early risers; he held a religious sort of opinion that every morning should be started off with a half hour of fishing in the peace and quiet. He never caught anything as far as Jack could tell; the young man suspected his uncle didn't even take bait with him. It was an interesting quirk; one of many that kept life on the Reserve interesting.
Without pausing to look the house over Jack moved outside, allowing the door to slam behind him with satisfaction. No one thought it strange that he was wandering out shirtless; the young men of this particular tribe were known to do it often, and it was well known that Jack liked to run. Whistling to himself, Jack raised a hand in greeting to the people who called out good mornings to him, not pausing to talk like he felt inclined to on occasional mornings. There was a distinct destination in mind: the woods that stood in droves across the state of Washington. Enjoying the feeling of damp soil squelching under his feet and the crunching of forest debris, Jack continued to whistle softly to himself as he walked, steadily moving deep into the woods. He wanted to be deep in nature; completely out of sight of anything industrial. It was nothing against them, of course; it was the experience.
When the forest felt right Jack slowed and slipped free of his clothes, securing them with a familiarity born of practice. From there it took only a bit of thought, concentration on the past or the future or whatever it took... and then came the change. His body felt a little hotter then it's usual cooked norm, but he ignored it as the change often described as violent unfolded. His body shifted and warped, bones sinking and thickening and twisting to support moving on all fours. Thick, tough fur of a calico arrangement sprawled forth from along his spine to cover his skin, thickly padded paws larger then that of any dog replacing his hands and feet. His jaw shifted and grew, and he snapped his muzzle twice in a celebratory ritual of having completed his transformation.
Being a werewolf wasn't always easy. The initial transformations were terrible, and learning to master the changes were trying on mind, body, and soul. There was a great deal of tension between werewolves and vampires, though there were few that wouldn't admit that the group that had chosen Forks for their haunt had been on the road to becoming allies before they left to avoid suspicion. There was the burden of having a secret, of protecting the pack. But the change made it all worthwhile. Being able to pull on new skin and become all that was wolf, albeit a rather large wolf, was the most exhilarating sensation Jack had personally ever experience.
'Ahhhh... much better. he thought to himself, rocking up on the toes of his paws as he gave himself a good shake. His fur and tail smacked into the surrounding foliage to create a symphony of the outdoors that sent several indignant birds flying; Jack had to resist the urge to see how many birds he could irritate in one morning. There would be plenty of time to do that; birds were around all day, after all, and mornings only came at a particular time.
After another good stretch, Jack crouched down with a wolfish grin, bearing all of his impressive teeth as if at some form of prey. With a start he took off, charging at full speed through the forest. He was by no means the largest werewolf in his clan, but he was one of the faster ones, mostly just for the joy of it. And Jack held nothing back; the fact that there was no one to show off for didn't bother him at all. He had a playful attitude towards things like that; work was always play... or, at least, it could be. With a playful growl he dodge left and right around trees, the fur on his sides scraping against bark as he ran. With a yip he abruptly changed directions, a new destination in mind. It was too nice a morning to be hiding in the woods; what the young werewolf wanted to do was run along the beach. He hardly ever got the opportunity due to the rain; it seemed like a justification for the intuition that had told him that it would be a spectacular morning.
Jack didn't pause for a break, running as fast as he could as he moved through the trees. By the time they began thinning into sand and the sound of surf became audible his tongue was lolling from his mouth and his heart was beating hard in triumph at having outran his invisible foe. There was no effort to put on the brakes; Jack barreled straight into the waves, laughing silently as the water served as a natural bunker. Wolves were by no means inclined to swimming, but Jack lingered for a long moment before he moved back to shore. Pausing, the tawny werewolf shook his fur again, moving so hard he nearly shook himself off his feet.
'This is the life... simple stuff. I like simple stuff.'
Deciding he had been still for entirely too long Jack stretched slowly before springing into a run again. This time his strides were long and even, a lope that kept the thrill high but wouldn't drain his energy too much so early in the day. Jack kept to the rocky shores of the beach, hugging the craggy edges as close as he could manage as he ran. He didn't have a destination or a time limit; it was a time for freedom, not legislation.
Jack just ran.








_𝕺𝖓 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓
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