Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
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Post by Heather on Feb 25, 2007 13:12:00 GMT
Continued from: Alleys and Streets; Abandoned Warehouse
It had not been as hard as she had feared to get through the short walk between the warehouse and her apartment block without running into any humans. There had been a few close calls, when Heather had been forced to press herself into alleys or some kind of nook and cranny, her heart pounding as she waited for the danger to pass. Then she had moved again, and in this way had finally reached home.
Heather moved slowly through the hallways, her head lowered in submission. She was so tired and she hurt so much. All she wanted was to hide under her bed covers for a couple of hours. Her blooded arm was wrapped in her jumper, limb held protectively against her as she went. The young werewolf knew she looked a state and could only hope everyone would just mind there own business.
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Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
Posts: 33
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Post by Heather on Feb 25, 2007 21:50:04 GMT
She could hear people moving behind the doors leading to apartments and Heather ducked her head down lower, as if she could physically curl up into a tiny little ball and so be invisible. Her long dark hair fell over her face in a messy fashion, covering her features from view and really that was all Heather cared about. She didn’t want anyone to get a good look at her.
Someone was opening a door and Heather sped up, trying to reach her own apartment which was no in sight and safety. The blood was seeping through the jumper she had loosely wrapped around her arm and to a werewolf at least, the scent was overpowering and unmistakable. She whimpered softly, partly out of pain and partly out of her growing fear at being so close to so many humans. Her eyes flashed the shocking yellow of her wolf, the beast straining to be let out in order to protect.
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Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
Posts: 33
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Post by Heather on Feb 26, 2007 15:48:37 GMT
Heather flinched at the barking, the movement so strong that it look almost as if she had jumped in shock. While she had nothing against dogs, dogs meant people and people were almost always humans. Human’s feared what they didn’t understand and that in turn lead to pain and torment. While the smile was kind, Heather couldn’t trust it, couldn’t allow herself to trust anyone.
She shook her head as the woman spoke, clutching her arm closer to herself, ignoring the fresh wave of pain the movement caused. “Non,” Heather whispered, backing away as best she could, fear clear in her still yellow eyes. She realised too late that her eyes were still glowing wolf yellow and the panic rose in her at the knowledge that someone had seen them. She was going to have to run again.
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Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
Posts: 33
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Post by Heather on Feb 26, 2007 16:37:06 GMT
The yellow from Heather’s eyes faded away as she fought her beast for control. Even though every part of her was screaming at the young werewolf to run from the human, her words aroused her curiosity and although she made no move to step forward or lower her guard, she stopped trying to back herself through a solid wall as well.
Heather sniffed softly, taking in the mixture of scents on the human and finally recognizing some of them as werewolf. “Nobody wants to just help,” she said at last, her French accent clear even as she spoke English. Her eyes were her normal clear blue by now, the wolf side subdued enough for the moment.
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Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
Posts: 33
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Post by Heather on Feb 26, 2007 18:10:28 GMT
She had nothing against the human personally – she knew nothing about her after all and that perhaps was the problem. For all Heather knew, Savvy was a werewolf hunter or something just as sinister and that was why she had scents for different wolves all over her. Eyeing Savvy, the young werewolf tried to convince herself that it was just her paranoia talking and that perhaps the blond woman really did just want to help her.
The submissive pose calmed her wolf side slightly, the beast nudging at her mind and urging her to accept the help. Because despite her fear of humans, she just wanted company, yearning for the safety and reassurance that people around her provided. She was a pack animal through and through and solitary living did not suit her.
“I’m Heather.”
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Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
Posts: 33
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Post by Heather on Feb 27, 2007 19:27:41 GMT
The wolf whined loudly in her mind at Savvy’s last words. Pack! Pack was good, pack equalled safety and protection. Heather refused to believe that werewolves were built for a life alone and couldn’t understand how rogue’s lived a life outside of the pack structure. It wasn’t natural for someone like her to be alone and while nothing could fully replace the life she had with her old pack, her real family, if she could recapture even a mere shred of that, it might be enough.
“… Pack?” Heather licked her lips after the single whispered word, the hope shining only too clearly in her eyes. Her arm and the pain it was causing was almost forgotten as she stood there, trying to work up the courage to trust the human woman, to put aside her natural fear of them. Perhaps there was some good in the human world. A tiny speck of it.
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Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
Posts: 33
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Post by Heather on Mar 4, 2007 21:29:04 GMT
For a few tense moments she stood stock still, the two sides of her warring ferociously over what to do next. There was the promise of pack, of no longer being alone but to get to that she would have to swallow her fear of human’s and let Savvy come close enough to look at her arm and no doubt touch it. To prod at it and even if she was telling the truth and only wanted to help, it would hurt, reinforcing the wolf’s belief that all humans were out to hurt her.
The desire for pack won out over her fear in the end and she nodded, slowly offering her arm towards the woman, her gaze and body still screaming her uncertainty. Heather was willing to give her a chance though.
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Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
Posts: 33
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Post by Heather on Mar 11, 2007 4:10:25 GMT
It took everything Heather had in her not to flinch or back away when Savvy began to examine her arm. The wolf whined loudly in her mind, pinning for the safety of the past, for while Heather had reluctantly accepted the loss of her family and the pain that had followed, her wolf side still clung to the hope that somehow they hadn’t lost everything.
“Inside your apartment?” Her eyes widened and she shook her head frantically, her breathing becoming uneven. She didn’t know the layout of the apartment, anything could be waiting inside, including that loud, barky dog. “I don’t… I don’t think your dog liked me very much…”
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Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
Posts: 33
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Post by Heather on Mar 15, 2007 3:55:27 GMT
“People I cared about were killed by humans that I had known for years,” Heather replied, the words hard to say, having to almost force them out through her suddenly restrictive throat. No matter how hard the words were to say, it was nowhere near as hard as naming those people. She still was unable to actually put ‘mother’, ‘father’, ‘family’ in the same sentence as ‘killed’. It was bad enough even thinking it.
“I’m sorry I seem afraid, but…” Heather trailed off before suddenly sitting out a spew of hissed French words, berating herself for being so scared so weak. She ranted to herself about the shame her parents would feel if they saw her now, that they had raised her better than this, raised her to be much more understanding. The attempt to psyche herself up worked as she breathed deeply and pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment. “Will you leave your front door unlocked so I can leave if I want?”
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Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
Posts: 33
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Post by Heather on Mar 31, 2007 21:11:19 GMT
Heather tried to remind herself that she was stronger than a single human, that if worse came to worse, she could defend herself from an attack, even with her injured arm. It had taken a whole mob of furious humans armed with all manner of weapons to hurt her in the end, to defeat her and crush even if they hadn't actually killed her. The mob had left her for dead and it was only by some quirk of fate that she had survived at all – Heather was still trying to decide if that was good or if that was bad. Some days she felt one way, others the other way.
“Okay...” she whispered after a few more moments, biting and worrying at her bottom lip for a few moments before nodding and looking around the hallway one last time. Again she reassured herself that things would be okay, that the risk was well worth the reward – the thought of a pack again gave her strength as she followed the blond human into the apartment.
Continued in: Savannah's Apartment with: Savannah
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