Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 7, 2006 22:18:29 GMT
Continued from: Alleys and Streets; Downtown Streets
Nothing else mattered now to Trent, expect for following his father and killing him. He toyed briefly with different ways as he stalked the human, his werewolf agility and stealth assuring that the human had no idea he was there. Not that he would anyway, the man seemed completely oblivious to his surroundings as he talked away on his phone.
Trent smiled softly, as he stood next to one of the larger trees in the park, the shadows completely covering him. Part of him wanted to march right out there and confront his father once and for all. But another part – the larger part – was still afraid of him, afraid of what he could do. So he began to pull off his shirt, still keeping a close eye on the man who had stopped, his attention so focused on his call that he have temporary paused in walking home. It was as if he wanted Trent to attack him, was daring him to do what he was too afraid to do.
A low growl rattled in Trent’s throat as he undid his chain bracelet, the metal falling soundlessly onto his crumpled up shirt. The growl though, that the human did seem to hear, shifting slightly, looking around as if suddenly realising he was not in a safe place. Even when looking right at Trent, he didn’t spot him, the lights all but none existent. That only served to convince Trent more that he had to die and roughly, he pulled off his boots. The pants, the werewolf didn’t bother with, as he began to change, bones slowly shifting, fur springing up all over his body.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 7, 2006 22:27:54 GMT
Continued from: Alleys and Streets; Downtown Streets
She stopped just inside the entrance of the park, listening to the night around her. She had none of the worries a human woman might normally have being in the darkened park alone at night. She dared someone to try attacking her. They would learn their lesson quickly and she would make sure that she gave them a brutal enough thrashing that they never forgot it.
Breathing in deeply, she started forward again, jogging this time, knowing that Trent was nearby. She wasn’t concerned with the sounds her shoes made as she went along the footpath. If she alerted someone to her presence, then that was just what would happen.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 7, 2006 22:54:57 GMT
Trent had fully changed by the time Calla’s footsteps could be heard on the gravel of the footpath. His grey ears flattened slightly, another snarl slipping out. He didn’t want to bother with anyone else, his whole world narrowed down to the focus of the human. His whole want narrowed down to wanting to kill and tear the puny human apart with his claws.
He stepped forward slightly, into enough light so that the human could see him, the cell phone dropping to the ground in shock. Trent gave a low, throaty chuckle at the sight, feeling the power of being the one intimidating instead of being intimidated.
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Post by Callandra on Nov 7, 2006 23:04:12 GMT
Calla had thought she heard the earlier growl, but it had come at the same time as a car horn blared out on the street, so she had not been entirely sure. The snarl, however, she heard and knew that she had heard it. Not good. She broke into a run again, following her nose and instincts through the park. The snarl had meant something was going on and there were no doubts in her mind that the sound had come from Trent.
When she the werewolf and human into view, she pulled in a sharp breath. She was not particularly fond of humans- never had been, really, the sole exception to that having been Trent before she turned him- but the last thing she wanted was for Trent to have another death on his conscious when he was in a more lucid mood. She reached her hand beneath her jacket, wrapping her hand around the grip of the Desert Eagle. She would shoot the human before she ever shot at Trent, but it things came down to it, she hoped a shot or two into the ground or a nearby tree would get the transformed werewolf’s attention.
“Don’t!” Her voice was level and calm, but commanding, knowing that that was sometimes the only way to get through to Trent. Especially when she saw the human that he was eyeing so viciously. Well, it’s no wonder he went after this guy…
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 7, 2006 23:15:35 GMT
The voice broke through his angry haze and he half turned, ears still flat, a low growl slowly rumbling in his throat. Trent half recognised the voice, the scent and the actual visual but before he could put all the information together, the human moved, running off down the path of the park, his cell clattering to the ground.
Instantly, Trent’s head snapped back towards the human, his attention lost from Calla. He bounded after the human, the growl still rumbling low in him, his strong legs pounding on the ground. If the human thought he was just going to run to get away, then he was even more stupid than most humans.
Trent was not about to be denied his fun.
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Post by Callandra on Nov 7, 2006 23:20:24 GMT
Calla gave a little growl, pulled out the gun and took off after Trent. She had to catch up enough to stop him… She let off one shot as she ran, making sure the bullet missed both the human and Trent, instead, letting it whistle past the latter’s ear and embed itself into a tree. She was seriously hoping that she wouldn’t have to transform to get this situation handled, but she would if that was what she had to do. “It’s not him!”
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 7, 2006 23:42:17 GMT
The growl only increased at the shot. He had gone past caring about the identity of the human, right now all Trent cared about was the chase, the thrill of the running as the moon pulled at him. He ignored the person running behind him, focusing on the human running in front of him.
He kept running at an even pace for a few moments longer, drawing out the chase before and giving the human the slimmest chance of escape before letting his speed increase, knowing that in a few moments more he would have caught up enough to leap and catch and kill.
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Post by Callandra on Nov 7, 2006 23:55:31 GMT
“Oh, for…” She wondered briefly if she should try another shot, decided against it and knew what she had to do, much to her dismay. There was no way she was going to stop Trent at this rate. “Just don’t attack him before I can finish, handsome,” she muttered, ducking behind a tree and shedding her jacket, weapons, jewelry, shoes and clothes before transforming, thinking, So help me if someone steals my stuff…
A moment later, fully transformed, she threw her head back and gave a howl before dashing off after Trent again. She knew that she had to hurry if she wanted to keep him from killing the man.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 1:08:08 GMT
His large body crashed against the human, knocking them both roughly to the ground. Trent threw his head back and roared loudly, relishing in the fear he could feel in the man below him. He hadn’t even touched the man – apart from crashing into him – and already he was scared, screaming, still scrambling to get away.
Now he knew how Trent felt. His hackles raised, Trent lowered his head, staring down at the pinned human and letting his hot breath brush past the man’s ear. Watched as the human froze.
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 1:20:00 GMT
There they were… As soon as they came into view, Calla gave a low growl. She didn’t like threatening Trent like that, but she refused to let him add someone else’s death to his list of things to agonize over during his lucid periods. She simply was not going to allow that and would never be able to live with herself if she did. Stopping Trent from killing the man was, for the moment, her primary objective.
She pulled to a sudden stop just a few feet off to their left, standing on all fours with her head down and eyes on Trent, ready to rush forward and force him away from the human if that was what she had to do. She would forcefully get the other werewolf away from the man if she had to and she was ready to do just that at the first sign that it was.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 2:18:33 GMT
What little remained conscious in Trent’s mind of the lucid him was not as superior as the will of the wolf. It wanted this kill, a mixture of the full moon pulling at him, and Trent curling away in his mind, for even as he had tried to kill his ‘father’, he had been unable to face him fully. There was another wolf in the near vicinity and he half turned his head to face her, eyes flashing, a slightly blank look on his face.
He didn’t recognise Calla, and growled softly, warning her away from his kill-to-be, before opening his jaws wide, intending to snap down on the man’s neck.
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 2:29:22 GMT
Calla returned his growl softly, attempting to warn him away from what he so apparently had planned. She knew that the moon affected him more than it should, but right now, she was well aware of the fact that the resemblance the man had to his father was what was pushing him right now. She knew that Trent would understand why she was stopping him when she explained- he always seemed to know that she wasn’t going to do something without a very good reason.
When Calla saw Trent’s jaws open, she reacted instinctively. She charge forward, plowing into him from the side, attempting to propel him away from the man before a killing blow could land.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 2:51:36 GMT
With an indigent yelp, Trent fell sideways, off the man who at once climbed to his feet, clearly intending to try and run while the two wolves were involved with each other. Trent howled in fury at being denied his fun, his kill and struggled wildly, managing to push her aside again.
Despite being a werewolf for so long, Trent had never learnt to fight beyond what was pure instinct, Calla insuring that he never needed to. It was with difficulty then, that he was able to move free, climbing back to his two feet, eyes fixing themselves on the human who was moving away again.
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 3:02:44 GMT
When Trent managed to force his way up, Calla put herself between him and the human, standing on two feet herself. She wanted to give the human time to get away and if that meant fighting Trent, then that was what she would do, though she adamantly refused to hurt him. She would let Trent tear her to ribbons before she did anything that would cause him injury.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 3:20:10 GMT
Trent roared again, trying to warn the wolf away, even though he couldn’t understand why she wasn’t going after the kill herself. In his confused state, there was nothing beside hunt, chase, kill and it simply didn’t occur to him that anyone felt differently.
When she didn’t move, Trent charged forward, knocking them both back down the ground, landing on top of her. He didn’t climb off and charge after the human however or try and attack the wolf under him, but instead froze, not a single muscle moving.
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