Trent
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Post by Trent on Oct 31, 2006 21:09:13 GMT
Continued from; Apartment Complex: Trent and Calla’s Apartment
The wolf wanted to break free, itching under his skin, feelings as if ants or some other kind of bug were crawling about, tiny feet leaving ghostly feelings as they moved. Trent denied his beast that pleasure though, wanting to enjoy himself in human form more, to feel the air on his skin. He hummed lightly as he ran, for once simply enjoying the moment, actually breaking free from the fog in his mind enough to be aware of the moment – a rarity in itself.
It howled in him now, the smile slipping from his face as he stumbled on his next leap from building to building. Trent twisted slightly, suddenly knowledgeable of the phantom feelings. He rubbed at his skin, looking this way and that, his hair obscuring his vision somewhat. Where am I now?
The thought only troubled him for a moment before it was gone and he smiled again, moving off along further, half formed thoughts filtering though his brain too quickly for him to hold.
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Post by Callandra on Oct 31, 2006 21:23:00 GMT
Continued from: Trent and Calla’s Apartment
She moved quickly across the rooftops, unmindful of whether or not she would be see. She had something much more important on her mind at the moment. Let the humans and other denizens of the crowded city stare if the spotted her; she wanted to find Trent far too badly to be worried about anything else at the moment. If he got hurt because she hadn’t been there…
Calla pushed that thought away and let her nose and instincts guide her. She and Trent had been together for so long that she could probably track him anywhere and through anything. She knew she was going in the right direction- there was no doubt at all about that in her mind- and she picked up her pace. She didn’t know exactly how much of a head start Trent had, but she was determined to find him before anything could happen.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Oct 31, 2006 21:31:09 GMT
It was getting harder and harder to concentrate, Trent stumbling more than once now. He even slipped, misjudging a leap badly, almost falling down a gap between two buildings, before pulling himself upright again, a confused expression on his face. He couldn’t understand why he had almost fallen and he paused, turning slowly around, taking in the scenery with a slightly glazed expression on his face.
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Post by Callandra on Oct 31, 2006 21:56:30 GMT
I wish I knew how much of a head start he had on me, Calla found herself thinking as she hurried along the rooftops, eyes scanning and searching as she moved. She was still following scent and she was fairly certain that he was close. It was all a matter of actually finding him before anything could happen.
She had managed to get Trent in view just in time to see him nearly slip, coming to a startled stop and a gasping, strangled cry came from her. When he regained his balance, she calmed a bit but didn’t relax. She had to get him back to the apartment and she really needed to do it quickly. She moved forward again quickly, calling out to him tentatively, afraid that she might accidentally scare him if he was so lost in his mind that he became startled. “Trent?”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Oct 31, 2006 22:11:52 GMT
Trent spun rapidly at the sound of his name, a broad grin appearing on his face at the sight of the other werewolf. “Calla!” he called out gleefully, waving across the gap at her. He giggled lightly, his attention shifting from the woman. He turned away again, moving slowly along the rooftop, gaze blank.
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Post by Callandra on Oct 31, 2006 22:18:18 GMT
Well, at least he’s moving slower… Calla covered the distance between them quickly, falling into step next to Trent, knowing how she had to go about things if she wanted to get what she felt was the correct outcome. “I thought I’d make chicken fettuccini tonight if want.” She was very carefully covering up the fact that he had scared her so terribly by not being at the apartment when she had gotten back from buying groceries. Knowing that it was best for him if she at least attempted to act as if there was nothing in the world wrong about having to chase him over the rooftops, Calla asked, “Does that sound good?”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Oct 31, 2006 22:38:05 GMT
“Chicken… poultry…” He hummed thoughtfully, as if it was completely normal to randomly talk about food. Trent shivered slightly, wrapping his arms around himself. “Chicken fettuccini sounds good…”
The werewolf looked this way and that, restless, wanting to run again, run along the canals of Venice, hear the braying of the wild dogs that ran loose there. The humming increased, Trent smiling absently at Calla.
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Post by Callandra on Oct 31, 2006 22:45:06 GMT
As absently as he smiled at her, Calla smiled back. She was used to his random comments and accepted those about chicken without blinking. “Good. Why don’t we go back home so I get it started? I bet you’ll be hungry before long if you’re not already. I know I am.”
She knew how lucky she was to have found him before anything could happen. When Trent got in one of his moods, it was impossible to know just what he might do, though Calla always had a good idea. Now that she had found him, she had stopped worrying- she was there to take care of any trouble that might find them. Even so, she would feel better still once they got safely back to the apartment.
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Post by Trent on Oct 31, 2006 23:01:17 GMT
Trent shook his head, rubbing at the skin on his wrists. “No, no… I want to run… home is so… limiting…” He blinked a few times shifting slightly from foot to foot. Food was tempting, and Calla wanted to go home… but his wolf wanted to run even if he was currently confused as to where he was. “The canals call out…” Trent mumbled, shrugging as he spoke.
He’d not run loose for longer than he could remember, his memories confused and conflicted. He was in Venice still but with the memories of his life after there.
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Post by Callandra on Oct 31, 2006 23:11:33 GMT
Calla pressed her lips together for a moment, watching him and thinking. Letting him run free on the night of a full moon wasn’t smart- it really wasn’t smart letting him run free any night- but if she was with him…
She stopped and took his hand, slipping in front of Trent so that he would be forced to stop, too. Reaching out, she pushed his hair away from his face gently. “I know you want to run, love, but tonight isn’t a good night for that. Give me a bit of time and I’ll find us somewhere we can go so you can run. There’s always a place to be found for such a thing if it’s looked for. As soon as I get to know the area a bit more, I’m sure I’ll find somewhere so that we can go running together.” She would have to find a place where she could be sure that no one would come upon them, but she was sure that she could if given a little time.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Oct 31, 2006 23:24:57 GMT
The touch snapped him slightly back into reality, the canals and houses of Venice in the 1600’s fading away, the modern day cityscape of L.A appearing in their place. Calla was holding his hand, brushing hair from his face and he smiled at her again, before closing his eyes and resting his forehead against her own. “It calls to me Calla… I know I should be strong enough to resist it, but I’m so weak… it wants me to run,” Even with his eyes closed, he could still see her in his mind as clearly as if they had remained open. With his free hand, he touched her head, slowly stroking her hair.
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Post by Callandra on Oct 31, 2006 23:34:26 GMT
“I know it does, Trent.” Even if she didn’t experience the same thing he did, she knew what it did to him. She saw it and, had she been able to trade places with him to give him a reprieve, she would have jumped at the chance. “You’re not weak, though. You can’t help how things are. Someday maybe we can go running, but tonight we just can’t. In a city the size of this one, it would be too likely that someone could come across us. A little time is all I’m asking.” She closed her own eyes and gave a little sigh. She wanted to help him so badly and yet there was so little she could do for him that it broke her heart.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Oct 31, 2006 23:45:45 GMT
“Promise someday soon, Calla?” he asked softly, the wolf in his mind quieting at the sigh, worried it had upset her. Aside from being let lose to run, making her sad was the only thing stronger than the pull of moon. Trent’s eyes remained closed as he breathed deeply, pushing the wolf away, trying to remain somewhat in control of himself, both when it came to his wolf and to his sanity. He just wanted Calla happy and it tore at what little remained intact in him to see her any other way.
“We’re go running together someday?”
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Post by Callandra on Oct 31, 2006 23:54:51 GMT
“I promise. Someday soon we’ll go running together. I’ll find us the perfect place and as soon as I do, I’ll take you there and we’ll run for as long as want.” There had to be some place around where something like that would be possible; if there was, she was determined to find it. “Tonight, though, we should go home and have something to eat.” She wished that she had had the opportunity to check out the local parks. One of those could be ideal, but she would have to take a look at them- make sure they were securely locked at night before she made any real decisions on such a thing.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 1, 2006 0:07:34 GMT
Trent smiled, his eyes sliding back open, easily pleased. He knew that if Calla promised something to him, then it would happen, no matter what she had to do to make sure of that. Calla never failed him and it was just one of the many reasons why he loved her with all his might, had loved her his whole life, even before he had understood what love was. “Thank you,” he whispered softly, pulling away slightly, although he still held her hand tightly. “Food then?”
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