I Must Confess |Open|

[shaan c. vladislav]

Shaan was feeling like sheer, utter, unfallable, hell. she sighed as she rolled out of bed from her apartment she managed to get buy living in. She drug her sore body to the shower as she tried to wake herself up. after the cold shower she dried her hair, applied only a little red eyeliner and eyeshadow, her signature thing she liked to do. She sighed as she pulled on a pair of tight black jeans and combat boots. she pulled on a hoodie, not bothering with anything else over her upper half. She locked the door, taking the Dirk she typically carried with her she was off.

Not to school however, she had no desire to go there, she was off to see how much she could push her young and frail body before she needed to rest it. She walked down the street as she closed her eyes, her earphones blaring music to her head as she was clear of the town. She ran, her arms pumping for speed as she huffed, her heart pounding agaisnt her chest, running into the woods, deeper, faster, not paying much mind as she jumped over limbs and felled tree's.

She stopped as she bent over, her lungs and throat burning as the ache in her ribs spread. She laughed as she sat down near the Brooke. She smiled, shaking her head as she kicked off the boots, steeping her feet in the water as she winced from the cold, She needed to build up a tolerance to the temperature changes. She winced as the ache in her shoulder returned. She sighed, gripping it with her right hand.

The werewolf had done damage to her, more then she probably knew, She hated those creatures. She sighed as she looked up at the cloudy sky. It wasnt that early in the day, it was actually rather late, in the afternoon. She smiled, wishing it would get dark, she always liked the Darkness better.

She laid back, spreading her arms above her head as she smiled ever so gently. She shivered from the fact she was only wearing a hoodie and jeans, it was freezing and she greatly hated this amount of cold, but she didnt want to go home yet.

[Noel Kringle]

Noel was sick of all the bigotry going around and to relieve his frustrations and anxieties had taken to the woods for a run in his wolf fur. The wind through his fur as he ran soothed his soul and made him feel as though he were communicating with nature. He'd also felt as though the spirits of those who had passed on long ago in the woodlands were nearby, as if he were brushing past them or through them the invisible ancestors of the town and the creatures that had roamed the wilds for so long. It had been a treat, having been too busy with university and his job at the Blue Moon Bar.

Noel had only just finished a delectable cottontail rabbit and licked his muzzle clean. He'd thought he was alone in the woods, but as he neared the babbling brook in search of a drink to quench his thirst he lifted his nose to scent the air. He was definitely not alone. And he didn't want to be caught as he was in his white fur coat. Running back to his clothes he began to shift with a grimace.

He could hear his bones cracking and feel them breaking so that they could reform and reshape for his smaller human body to handle. Falling onto his hands and knees naked as a babe he panted for a couple of minutes before slowly standing up and leaning against the tree he began to redress in his leather pants and boots with his mesh top and black beret. All his other clothes were at his apartment in the laundry. In his fur covered form he would have remained warm, but no way was his chancing the discovery of the Kringle lineages secret of being werewolves.

Curious and with caution he returned to the babbling brook, hiding behind a large black walnut tree and peering around it to see who was there. He didn't think it was someone he knew, but he would have known that by scent alone. "Is it wise to be out here alone when its so cold?"

Damn, he should have kept his mouth shut, even if not for his safety, he was also in the woods alone.

[shaan c. vladislav]

She sighed as she sat up, her crystal blue eyes open, the Dirk was hidden under the lip of her hood as she heard a voice. She made no hesistation. She jerked up as she spun on her heels to face the source of the noise, always the paranoid little one that she had all the reason to be. She laid her eyes on a male dressed in leather.. pants and a mesh shirt. She felt the blood rush into her cheeks as she stammered for a moment. Not at all what she was expecting to see.

"..I uherm.. I..W-Where.." She stammered, unable to pull her eyes away for a moment. She had an insatiable lust and love for anyone in leather patns and mesh. It was her guilty little pleasure. "Where I go in what weather is my own Business." She spoke harshly, trying to make a statement, but due to her nerves, it came out as a muttered whimper. She felt herself acting stupid.

She gave herself a mental kick as she narrowed her eyes, trying to puff herself up to appear threatening. "..Whats your exscuse for being out here then!" She demanded as she felt herself feeling smaller and smaller. She shifter her weight onto her left leg, her battle stance that seemed just to be her standing. She wasnt blind to the idea of attack even here.

[Noel Kringle]

At first it sounded like the female was about to say something, stumbling over her words, albeit momentarily whilst she stared at him. Had the circumstances been different for their meeting he might have commented on it. "Of course," but that did not keep him from worrying. He worried about the safety of the werewolves within his family and circle of friends, but he also worried about the humans. Not all werewolves were the same devious and deadly creatures as portrayed by the media. However there were those who were exactly like that. But even the humans had their evil psychopath serial killers.

When she asked him what he was doing there, his body stiffened, how could he tell her without being found out. Although not every individual believed in his species, but he still didn't want to take any risks. Recalling a classic cartoon back home on DVD for his little sisters he mimicked, "Iss wabbit season?" And while he did know how to use firearms he hadn't brought any with him, not even the one he kept strapped inside his left inner pocket, but that was for when he was wearing something a bit more conservative.

His brows furrowed as he watched her move, "I'm not here to hurt a single hair on your head. I only know that lately, it's dangerous to be out anywhere alone." Not that that had stopped him when he needed a break from it all. There was contention amongst the packs and even within some of them whether they were within the township of Elmira or outside of it.

He was still leaning against the tree, his arms crossed and one leg bent at the knee, heel of his boot pressing on the trunk of the tree.

[shaan c. vladislav]

She huffed as he answered. She snapped out of her stare as she found a small bit of anger bubbling up inside her. She hated when people danced around her questions. She had asked what he was doing and he responded with less then an answer. She turned her back to him, not bothering to put her shoes back on she faced the brooke, a scowl on her pretty face as she crossed her arms over her chest.

She huffed once more. She felt the urge to run, not out of fear or concern, but out of an ache in her body. She simply wished to run as long and as far as she could. The ache in her bones seemed to grow and grow, her legs burning to be worked as they should have been being for the time she was just sitting about.

"..Well I see you choose to dance around my question. I have no further interest in talking to you." She said as flatly as she could and began walking down the length of the brooke, she kept her hands on her chest for a moment before dropping them down to her left thigh, the Dirk was strapped there, she could use it if she had a need, but otherwise it just appeared as if she was walking away, throwing a tantrum.

She sighed as she took in the sights, her body needing to run, she did however stop only about fifty feet from where she had began to look at the water, to sneak a glance to see if the man was still there. She wanted to avoid as much harm to anyone as she could. "But what if he's a monster..." She felt the thought pierce her mind as she let her arms fall to her sides, staring into the water.