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Post by Jonathan Whiteman on May 29, 2009 12:50:24 GMT -5
A month. Exactly to the day, it had been a month since she had left him. In its own self-defense mechanism, Jon's mind shied away from everything that would tie his mind to the already inevitable subject of her, including even her name. No matter what, he couldn't think it. And if he tried- especially if he succeeded- to defy it, it was like the gash from side to side in his heart was ripped open once more. And that was a pain that he- and the pack- just couldn't have any need to bear once more. The cloud of numbing fogginess was almost seeming friendly these days...
But he needed out. Out of his life. Out of being a werewolf. Out of La Push. At least he could still manage one of those...
With no conscious effort, he found himself running in the forest. Where had he been just before that? His house, probably... Who really cared? He certainly didn't. He could smell as he crossed the treaty line the faint burning odor of old vampire, but it still did nothing to ease the fog as he found himself in the deep forests of Forks. The ground was sloping gently upward, gaining a higher slope as he ran. And, with no real purpose, he found himself stopping.
Everything was so pointless anymore. With a vaguely conscious effort, he found himself sitting on some mossy log he hadn't realized was there until he looked down. With a sigh, he layed his head in his hands and just... existed. That was the most he could ask out of life right now: mere existence.
((OOC: Sorry that took so freaking long for me to finally post this flipping weird post.))
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Post by Shandra Whiteman on May 29, 2009 14:52:16 GMT -5
Shandra was tired. Tired of being alone, tired of searching, tired of reliving the horrors in her head as she tried to get her son and herself to safety, tired of having the thirst for human blood overpower her, tired of everything.
She has been in search of her family for years and has just only recently gotten close to the state of Washington. Last she had heard they were in Seattle. Having fed in southern Montana she did her best to get to Washington as quickly as possible. She knew that trying to find her family could be potentially hazardous and fed as much as she dared to before finally running into Washington. She went through Seattle and did her best to locate her family. She finally found a young lady who mentioned her son. She said something about the Indian reservation in La Push. Studying the pretty young girl she couldn't help but wonder how her son looked now that he was older. "La Push? I thought they gave Joseph a job here in Seattle? Maybe I should check out that place just to make sure, then I'll come back and search more thoroughly here."
As she made her way west towards La Push she ran into a thick forest. 'I bet I'm only half way to La Push now.' A mile or two later a scent that burned her nose warned her that she should slow her pace; now walking slowly and cautiously she took in her surroundings. 'Wow, something reeks.' For a few moments she saw nothing but trees, then something caught her eye. Something or someone had been running and stopped and now seemed to be resting in one spot. Cautiously she moved closer, thinking that if she just walked by causally she could peek from the corner of her eye to see what it was. She wasn't going to initiate any kind of contact or let them (or it) know that she had noticed them. 'Oh, just strolling through the forest, don't mind me...' She walked forward until she was only about 100 yards away, then she cut her path to the right and began walking past her target of inquiry.
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Post by Jonathan Whiteman on Jun 2, 2009 16:13:57 GMT -5
Time passed. And nothing changed. No thought passed through Jon's head, and no physical shift was made: mere existance, his best friend, was rearing its disgusting but inevitably welcoming head. Now, the numbness... he sighed wishfully.
But instead of the thing he so longed for, he received another visitor, one that was anything but what he needed- the scent of vampire. Icy, sweet, and pungent, it roared at his nose, figuratively singing it from its source some hundred yards to the west- or, in simpler terms, a ways off in front of him and to the right, though he could smell on the air that the bloodsucker was slinking slowly to the right, most likely getting a better view of the spontaneous, seemingly human person in the middle of the woods.
Jon gave a sigh, too emotionally distraught and shattered to flame into his once-usual rages. If the vampire hadn't figured out he wasn't some other human already, he or she was sure to piece it together when they smelled him. Even with the possible fatality involved if he, a werewolf, were bitten, he simply couldn't find it within himself to... care.
He gave an audible sigh. He would have to send the bloodsucker on its way. Though he in no way intended a show of manners, he couldn't help but call out in a dead voice, still having made no movement, "You might as well move along, leech. Nothing tasty for you here."
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Post by Shandra Whiteman on Jun 3, 2009 16:42:26 GMT -5
Casually walking forward Shandra snuck a glance to her left, noticing that it was a human she slowed down. Her curiosity was severely piqued because he looked like a human, but didn't smell appetizing at all, and the overwhelming thirst wasn't swelling up in her throat.
Then she heard a very loud sigh, and also heard him gruffly say "You might as well move along, leech. Nothing tasty for you here." That word hit a nerve, 'leech.' She had never heard her kind called that before, and she already twinged at the word vampire. She stopped and turned, then moved cautiously forward and replied, a bit defensively, "Excuse me? No need to be rude, I'm just passing through...looking for my son...and I just got curious because I have never smelled the likes of you before."
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