wolfhearted

Isaiah Powell. Werewolf, pack member. hunter. 268 years 26 years in the making. "Because inside me is a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom."  Pure of Heart ⇢ 1033  Corrupted Soul ⇢ 6007

[taliathehuntress]

"Well that really depends on what kind of girl you think I am." Talia teased sliding her gun back in it’s holster — keeping it out would have seemed suspicious if the man was human, and she didn’t want to have to explain to the authorities what she was doing— but she kept the safety off…Just in case. “I’m just going out for a run.” She explained, stepping into the light a little more. “This is the only time that I can manage to fit it in. Plus…It is beautiful.” Her smile was genuine but a little tentative, and her guard was still raised as high as it should have been while hunting.  Talia’s voice had many different tones and tints that could all work together while still being a contradiction. She had a way of being both the cold serious silver spoon that stirred the boiling pot and the warm sweet caramel that coated it. “What’s a boy like you doing out this late?” She asked with a cheeky grin. “Haven’t you heard? There might be some scary things lurking around.” 

[isaiahpowell]

    Raising an eyebrow at the girl's words, Isaiah let out a chuckle. "I think it's safe to say that neither of us are that worried, then," he shrugged. He was thankful that it was dark and she couldn't see him perfectly or she would be able to tell he was watching her warily. Although her putting her weapon away made him feel a tiny bit better about running into her. Perhaps he had made the right decision by approaching the girl.     "You're by far the scariest thing I've run into tonight," he replied. His tone was playful and joking, but in all honesty it was the truth. He would not be caught by hunters. He was smarter than that-- damn it-- he should have known better than to let out that howl the few minutes prior.  Pressing his lips together he watched her to see if she would move away from him. Currently, the situation was neutral and neither of them had the upper hand. Any small tip in the balance would change that-- Isaiah had to tread carefully.

[pavelsmischief]

There was something stilted about the man. If her mind wasn’t running (always, always running, it never stopped in its thoughts), maybe she would have noticed more. But the information still processed and it was still logged into her memory bank; she would write her observations in her hunter journal, as she did every night. But perhaps today’s wouldn’t be as long as other days if her mind didn’t alleviate in its horrid pace.

Biting her lip a bit harder, she peered back at him. After releasing her lips from gnawing teeth so she could instead purse them in interest, she tentatively asked, “Were you heading there as well by chance?”

[isaiahpowell]

Isaiah nodded, he was indeed also headed to the grocery store. He had been hoping to just pick up a few things, enough to ease his hunger for at least a bit and keep him from going crazy for a couple weeks so he wouldn't have to come back out for awhile. Isaiah ate a lot-- but much of it he could hunt for (either as a human or as a wolf, as his 'occupation' as a human was a hunter).  Tilting his head to the side, Isaiah watched the smaller girl for a moment. "You don't have to stick around just because you accidentally bumped into me."

[pavelsmischief]

A smile back. Good. She wasn’t messing up as much as she thought she was. Or maybe she was and the man was being polite. Pulling a piece of hair back that had flew in front of her face, she pushed the money in her pockets and glanced at the inventory. Sudden indecision made her pause, as her goal now shifted and changed before her.

"Do you want me to accompany you back so you can make sure they add that discount? So they know you’re not lying? Or should I just—continue to the grocery store and you can head there—wait, you could head to the Kaffiene at any time, actually, and say that I—"

She suddenly stopped and puffed her cheeks to withhold more of her ramble. Her smile turned hesitant and uneasy. “Sorry. For talking nonstop. I do hope i haven’t jarred your day in any way.”

[isaiahpowell]

    The girl seemed rather flustered by the whole encounter, which made Isaiah feel a bit sorry that she had bumped into him of all people in town. He was not exactly the most approachable person, even on a 'good' day. At best he didn't get too many wary looks from people.  At worst... well... he tried to avoid human contact as much as possible on the days where he would be a dead giveaway as to how non-human he really was. He was more wolf than human, as anyone in the MML pack knew.      Isaiah couldn't say whether or not he trusted this girl. She did not smell like his kind, and as a werewolf that made him wary. Other non-human species tended to blend in better than his kind-- perhaps because most of them didn't involve transformations against their will into a wolf once a month (although Isaiah preferred his wolf form over his human form).  However, this girl didn't seem at all suspicious of what he was, so Isaiah felt safe. Plus in the middle of town there were too many witnesses for anyone to do anything.     Pressing his lips together, Isaiah shrugged. "If you were headed towards the grocery store don't let me inconvenience you." 

[taliathehuntress]

Curiously, she walked around stepping over twigs she knew would snap under her weight and remained as quiet as she could. Despite her efforts though, the small click that followed the moment of her hip was a dead give away. Her gun remained firmly in her grip as she ventured deeper and deeper off her path. Growing up in town, she knew the woods and was confident she could find a way out even in the dark…But maybe she was being a little over-confident.  Talia steps slowed, stopping only to look up at the night’s sky to see the position of the moon. As she brought her graze back down, she didn’t allow a single muscle to move. Her ears searched for sound, any sound that didn’t belong. A scream, a howl, a yelp…Anything that would have sent her into action.  To which she found none. 

[isaiahpowell]

    Isaiah saw the girl, heard the clicking sound. He watched her for a moment, before deciding whether or not to approach her. Cocking his head to the side he watched her. It was obvious to him what she was-- a huntress, he had seen them before, when he was taken from the wild the first time-- a younger or less experienced werewolf might not have been able to tell, but he could. It was the sort of thing you learned to figure out after being taken away from the wild and forced to blend in with humanity.      Letting a breath out through his nose, he decided he had a few options. He could wait for the girl to leave, but if she discovered him she would know he was hiding from her for a reason. He could try to leave unnoticed while he had the chance, but the girl was already alert-- she would notice the movement in the shadows or else hear his footsteps. That left him with the last resort option-- approach and lie.     Stepping out from behind the shadows and making himself as clear as possible with just the light of the stars coming through the shade of the trees. "What's a girl like you doing out at this time?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

[taliathehuntress]

The howl shot through her, slowly she placed the cap back on her bottle and slide in back into it’s rightful spot. Wolves always made Talia move a little slower than she should have, after all she had killed many,many different things all for good reasons. But wolves were the species she killed the least of. When anyone asked (which very little did) she said it was because someone else always got their first, after all there were people who specifical took out their kind…A thought that left a foul taste in her mouth. But really, they held a memory she didn’t like to revisit. One that reminded her that behind all the advanced skills, and active balancing of good and evil there was still a human heart in her chest. 

Talia removed the gun from it’s holster, and slid in three silver bullets before venturing after the sound. It could have just been a wolf, and even if it wasn’t…She’d only attack if she needed to. But the need to make sure willed her feet forward because whatever it was. It wasn’t very quiet. 

[isaiahpowell]

    When Isaiah reached the point where he knew he couldn't go any further he slowed from a run into a walk, and stepped along the inside edges of the town border in a Northern direction. Isaiah wasn't really paying attention to which way he was headed, though, he only made sure to not get lost. It wasn't a difficult thing to do in the woods after dark.  Even for a two-hundred and sixty-eight year old werewolf. Naturally, he could always find his way back via the scents if he really needed to-- but that would be easier in wolf form than in human form. Which he could switch to at any time, but which he chose not to as the humans in town would probably not react well to a wolf roaming their streets.     Suddenly, Isaiah caught the undeniable scent of a human. What was someone else doing in the woods after dark? Isaiah wondered. Most of them stayed away, if they knew what was good for them. With only the stars and the crescent shaped moon for lighting, it was not hard for Isaiah to find a place to stay hidden and observe as the smell of the human came closer and closer to him.

[taliathehuntress]

Click.       Click.            Click.  The repetitive sound of her pedometer kept her rhythm as she ran along her normal route. She didn’t want to admit it was patrol, but the bag strapped tightly to her back wasn’t a fashion accessory and neither was the disconcerted bun on the back of her head. Talia did however have excuse after after for the odd attire and kept an ipod on her for appearances. She did the same routine every night. At different times and different starting points but the route was extensive, she lapped the whole town twice running through both forest and city before collapsing on her bed for the night.  Unfortunately, her bed would have to wait. She had only been running for thirty minutes when she stopped to take her first water break. Her legs still remembered the days where thirty minutes was all she could do before completely giving out.  Limits       Are Made                     To Be                            Pushed. 

She reminded herself of that constantly, and when she was younger she embodied it with all of her heart and soul. Long hours, little sleep, blisters, broken bones, sprains, bruises and cuts. All of them served as stepping stones toward a purpose, and the look of gratitude on someone’s face was worth it every time.  Her back pressed itself firmly against the bark of the old tree as she took a drink from the oversized water bottle she carried with her. Sweat glistened over her skin, as careful eyes never stopped surveying the situation around her. Shifting her left foot forward, Talia’s weight became evenly distributed as her highly trained ears picked up a sound in the distance. 

[isaiahpowell]

    Isaiah was in the forest, per usual. A usual destination for him, especially at the night time. Hunting was always easier during the day-- but there were less people around at night. This was he could switch to wolf form without risking being seen, or at least he believed that that was the case. He had never run into anyone else in the woods at night, except for those who he had sniffed out to be like himself. Not all werewolves, but all supernatural.     He had never had to worry about humans in the forest after nightfall. Most were too afraid of the stories that had been told. Most of the stories-- Isaiah learned quickly after coming to Bindlebrim Hallows-- were true.      Isaiah had his bow slung over his back with his arrows in their usual holder. He could-- if he wanted to-- sniff out something to hunt. Night hunting was always exciting, in Isaiah's opinion, it reminded him of his days before Bindlebrim...                                                                                                                    --before humanity.     Isaiah took a deep breath in, then threw his head back and let out a wolf-like howl. One that could be mistaken for that of a real wolf, the one he had learned to use as a rugged boy lost in the wild with a family of true wolves. After letting out the inner wolf he had been holding back for so long (it hadn't really been that long, Isaiah just strongly dislike being confined to his human form), Isaiah felt a wave of relief rush over him and he broke into a run heading towards the edges of the town.     He couldn't actually cross the border, unfortunately, but there was still a lot of room for him to go. 

[sleazy-alleycat]

[pavelsmischief]

She managed to grab most of the money before it was all too far out of her reach, but a couple were lost. Whether someone picked them up to be dishonest, she didn’t know. But as she turned back, the man was offering a few bills to her.

                       -—-less money out of your pocket.

"Thank you," she exhaled in a rush. Her heart was pounding in her ears, more so in embarrassment than the exertion. She was usually more attuned in her actions; she was usually graceful in her steps. 

                         ——you know what changed.

But it was the growling of a hungry stomach that forced her to focus, forced her to draw a smile across her face. “To make it up to you, even though you said it was fine,” she began, “if you head to the Kaffeine and order a pastry, I’ll pay for it. Employee discount.”

[isaiahpowell]

    Isaiah pressed his lips together, he was hungry and the thought of getting a pastry or something free of charge was more than tempting. Although, the thought of having to accompany this girl-- who did not smell at all like his usual company-- made him feel a little less tempted. He weighed the pros and cons, quickly. In the end, free food would always win out.     "That would be more than appreciated," Isaiah said to the girl, with an attempt at a slight grin.                              Kaffeine was a place that Isaiah had only heard of. He wasn't a fan of coffee shops, the smells overwhelmed him far too much for him to find them enjoyable, and generally they were crowded with people who relied on caffeinated beverages to be able to get through their days. Isaiah's first run-in with a coffee shop had been anything but pleasant. He shook the distant memory away.

[quoted-books]

You mean run away? Wolves don’t run from a fight.

Jami Brumfield, Lone Wolf Rising (via quoted-books)

[gameofthronesdaily]

[pavelsmischief]

It was all about inventory today.

She was told she was doing well at Kaffeine. Which was good, considering she felt as she was only doing adequate. It was how less attention was drawn to her. Never over-achieving was a good idea when you had a cover.

But she was trusted. That was much more important, if there was a scale in how a hunter should act around the public. So even if the list in her hand and the shop’s money in her pocket meant that the employees were always keeping her attention on her, she could be okay with her self. She wasn’t doing anything wrong with her actual occupation.

Besides, walking around town this time of day gave her a reason to observe. Who would she see that she had taken note of before? Who would be new?

These questions—held her attention. So much, that her body smacked into another’s. But it was her luck that she was the one to stumble backwards. Still, she didn’t fall, and she kept her grip on the list.

It was the money, though, that slipped onto the streets.

"Sorry for that," she said, probably too loudly, but she was already trying to step on the bills floating away. "Didn’t mean to run into you!"

[isaiahpowell]

    People running into him was one of the things that Isaiah disliked about the crowded streets of Bindlebrim Hallows. He spun around as someone walked right into him. The girl had apparently lost her balance-- he had not been affected at all balance wise, this was mostly just a small annoyance for him-- and was now scrambling around for paper bills that had fallen out of her pocket.      If it had been someone bigger or more threatening Isaiah would have taken joy in intimidating them, scaring them off. But the sight of the girl made him feel some pity for her clumsiness and instead of growling at her or telling her to watch where she was going he grabbed some of her money that had fallen and handed it out to return it to her.     "It's fine," Isaiah said when the girl apologized. And it was, after all he had not been inconvenienced too much it was just the protests of his stomach that were the main concern.  

[enzoricciardi]

To restless resting was not an option for once they were settled, it’d be harder for them to pick themselves up; it was the first rule of any physical activity. Jogging - Phoebe loved jogging. The way fire licked at her feet after hours of running until going forward was all she knew, until the ache and strain were concepts her brain couldn’t comprehend anymore and the pain equalized with pleasure of having the wind thread one’s hair during the insanely high temperatures of stressful summers. 

Droplets of sweat slithered against the toned sculpted amazonian features, pearl white teeth sinking into the green apple core with delight as she slowed her pace down after six hours of marathoning around the city to yet again get to know the way it functioned. Twenty years was a long time and though her memory served her impeccably, the world did not remain unchanging when she abandoned the town and her son.

As she neared the town’s center, her hand drifted around the contents of her sports bag, seeking for a bottle of water only to realize that it was completely empty. Like a hawk, she momentarily worked on finding a solution to the problem, her doe eyes fast and observatory of her surroundings until satisfied with the sight of a café merely ten steps away. 

She’d just managed to reach the location when another cut her way before the doors, seemingly a prisoner of his own mind because he rested there but did not appear to have the intention of coming in - which was a decision Phoebe wouldn’t mind unless he wasn’t on her way and the way of people actually wanting to come in (and unless he was a female too) “I’d like to actually get in.” she stated, no please’s, excuse me’s, do you mind’s or any pleas. Not even a question but a polite order.

[isaiahpowell]

    Isaiah had not even noticed the woman who he had apparently gotten in the way of. He hadn't even noticed he had stepped in anyone's way-- but then, he had been trying to ignore that the streets of the town center were at all crowded-- so he stepped swiftly out of her way. Letting her inside ahead of him. He wasn't sure whether or not to follow her into the small café, would she notice his odd behavior if he didn't? Or would it be more odd if he did?     He wasn't sure, and as he was trying to ponder his own behavior his stomach growled. Letting out a sigh, Isaiah followed the woman inside.                                     Well then.....                                                               now what?       Isaiah was not used to being inside a café, he wasn't used to the sounds or smells which were rather overwhelming to his sharpened senses... but not in a bad way, just objectively, the smells of coffees and the sounds of coffee grinders where overwhelming to the nose and ears of the werewolf.      Although he was not a stranger to being inside human establishments and he had been to a restaurant once or twice during his lifetime, it was still an odd feeling for him. Looking around, Isaiah tried to take a look at the people around him and match their behaviors. 

[wethetrees-blog]

[vortensity]

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via espritrps)

[isaiahpowell]

    Isaiah was hungry, for what he wasn't sure, but the cabinets in the apartment he shared with Riddick were completely empty and he couldn't exactly just shift into wolf form and go hunting in the forest-- it was broad daylight and someone might see him-- so, Isaiah set out to find a place to buy human food in Bindlebrim Hallows.     Once he had exited the apartment he did his usual lift of his head and sniffed the air. He was alone, at the moment.     Letting a breath out of his noses, Isaiah started walking towards the more populated area of town. He toyed with the decision of whether to buy actual groceries or to find a restaurant or café where he could sit and eat something for lunch. It was past the usual lunch rush (it was almost two in the afternoon) so Isaiah figured that might be the more quiet option. However, the option of buying groceries meant less human interaction-- though he risked seeing more people.     He pondered this as he started to notice the streets getting more populated, he was almost at the town center.

[isaiahpowell]

keep your head; solo para

    Eyes flicking back and forth, Isaiah watched a rabbit. He was crouched, his eyes narrowed, ready to pounce. Letting out a low growl he pounced and attacked the small creature, piercing it with his sharp teeth. After it was dead, Isaiah dropped it out of his mouth. The kill itself was more satisfying than actually eating the meat and he was confident in his abilities to kill more when he did get hungry (whenever that would be-- he wasn't sure). In the mean time, he let his snout attach itself to the ground. He followed the smell of a deer for awhile until he got bored and decided, instead, to take a nap.     It had been quite some time since Isaiah had slept in his wolf form on the forest ground. He missed it sorely, the feel of the cool earth against his underside, the smells of the different animals and plants filling his nose with every inhale he took. It was something he needed to keep himself going, he thought. He wasn't sure how he had survived for so long blending into the human world. But he supposed after his first run in their cities anything was bearable. Letting out a content sigh, Isaiah closed his eyes and dropped his head between his front paws.     He woke up to the sound of thunder, and a tree creaking and about to fall over. It took him a few seconds to realize that it was raining, and once he did realize it he was thankful for his fur. Isaiah hated the feel of rain on human skin and even worse the clothes that humans wore clung to the skin when it was wet almost like they were stuck by some sort of molasses. Wet fur was always preferable to wet clothes-- of course fur was always preferable to human skin for Isaiah.     Sniffing around him he found nothing but some droppings from a small animal-- a squirrel, he thought-- that were left awhile ago, perhaps while he was asleep. He wondered how long he had been asleep. A few hours, maybe? He wasn't sure. Luckily, Isaiah knew no one back in Bindlebrim Hallows would miss him very much and the pack would only notice he was gone after a few days.      But, he didn't care about that. Besides the pack knew he couldn't just leave so he was sure they would assume he had just taken to the woods for awhile. Isaiah could handle himself in wolf form, and the others knew that. It was obnoxious being in a pack of werewolves because their human instincts told them to worry about things that Isaiah didn't see any sense in worrying about. All Isaiah cared about was getting enough food to eat, owning enough clothes to at least sort of fit in with 'normal' society, and-- in general-- surviving.      Leaving the spot that he had just slept in behind, Isaiah headed deeper into the woods. He would be able to find his way back by following his own scent. Isaiah had never been lost before in his life-- missing maybe but that was only when he didn't want to be found by others-- and he wasn't going to start. Besides, he would eventually reach the town border within the woods and then he would have no choice but to stop pressing on and eventually he would have to go back. Not that he wanted to, but the woods were infested with humans. Not as much as other spots in town, maybe, but humans all the same. And there were the few who could tell the difference between a werewolf and a regular wolf and he had no intention of running into them.       But for now, he would remain in wolf form. 

[isaiahpowell]

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