001 | the lone wolf
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lupineterritoryIt's not a small town she stops in, those are always too tight, too close knit to go unnoticed by the locals. Strangers weren't accepted for much longer than passing through. They may sound polite, but that's just a Southern thing. Words didn't always mean what they traditionally meant.
That and a woman of her skin tone stood out like a sore thumb in most backwater towns. Big cities were a little too hectic for her, too many people and too many distracting and irritating noises clamoring over her every second of every day. It gave her insomnia and put her in a worse mood because of it. No, she found that mid to larger sized towns suited her needs nicely. Small cities did okay too, depending on the type. She needed enough diversity to blend into the natural ebb and flow of tourism or business affairs.
In reality, big cities would be best, but she just hated the damn headaches. No one ever taught her to control her curse. As always, Sheva had found a way to teach herself and survive to the best of her abilities. On one hand, she's still alive as a lone wolf, but on the other, she's everywhere in near every aspect of her life.
Her control is shaky at best, her life is mobile, and she's become a loner in every shape of the word. With the curse, Sheva feels as if she's lost herself to the beast, but she knows it could be worse. It could always be worse.
It had been a long drive and by the time she gets into this new town, somewhere in Louisiana, Sheva's exhausted. Still the night is far from over. It's near enough to a full moon that she's just itching to find four legs and run off all this pent up energy accumulated from being stuck in her vehicle for hours at one time. Road rage and traffic had extrapolated her nasty mood.
Once she's gathered her supplies, Sheva's in her truck and off to the site she had scoped out days prior. It should be well outside this area's pack territory, or so she's heard from multiple sources. Some were reliable, others had given her old, expired news.
The access road is just as old it seems, poorly maintained and full of standing water and bumpy landscape, but she makes it safely. It's thrown in park as she's hopping out of the truck, the keys secured safely in a compartment underneath the truck. Her clothing's hastily thrown in the back seat, and she's already sweating as her skin itches and burns.
Her change isn't pleasant, it never has been pleasant for her. There's no control and she chokes back a scream of pain, moaning loudly as bones crack and muscles tear and shifts. Deep, rusty black fur replaces her mocha skin, she'd cry if it would help, but Sheva refuses to give into the pain like that. It's over faster than it feels, and she stretches and shakes the ache and pain into something more manageable.
At least she managed to teach herself something.
As soon as she can run, Sheva takes off into the forest, running without discretion or abandon. She's nowhere near the pack's territory, right? Stealth shouldn't be an issue. Stealth will come later when she's hungry. For now, she's easy to track and find for any wolf (or hunter) worth their salt.
That and a woman of her skin tone stood out like a sore thumb in most backwater towns. Big cities were a little too hectic for her, too many people and too many distracting and irritating noises clamoring over her every second of every day. It gave her insomnia and put her in a worse mood because of it. No, she found that mid to larger sized towns suited her needs nicely. Small cities did okay too, depending on the type. She needed enough diversity to blend into the natural ebb and flow of tourism or business affairs.
In reality, big cities would be best, but she just hated the damn headaches. No one ever taught her to control her curse. As always, Sheva had found a way to teach herself and survive to the best of her abilities. On one hand, she's still alive as a lone wolf, but on the other, she's everywhere in near every aspect of her life.
Her control is shaky at best, her life is mobile, and she's become a loner in every shape of the word. With the curse, Sheva feels as if she's lost herself to the beast, but she knows it could be worse. It could always be worse.
It had been a long drive and by the time she gets into this new town, somewhere in Louisiana, Sheva's exhausted. Still the night is far from over. It's near enough to a full moon that she's just itching to find four legs and run off all this pent up energy accumulated from being stuck in her vehicle for hours at one time. Road rage and traffic had extrapolated her nasty mood.
Once she's gathered her supplies, Sheva's in her truck and off to the site she had scoped out days prior. It should be well outside this area's pack territory, or so she's heard from multiple sources. Some were reliable, others had given her old, expired news.
The access road is just as old it seems, poorly maintained and full of standing water and bumpy landscape, but she makes it safely. It's thrown in park as she's hopping out of the truck, the keys secured safely in a compartment underneath the truck. Her clothing's hastily thrown in the back seat, and she's already sweating as her skin itches and burns.
Her change isn't pleasant, it never has been pleasant for her. There's no control and she chokes back a scream of pain, moaning loudly as bones crack and muscles tear and shifts. Deep, rusty black fur replaces her mocha skin, she'd cry if it would help, but Sheva refuses to give into the pain like that. It's over faster than it feels, and she stretches and shakes the ache and pain into something more manageable.
At least she managed to teach herself something.
As soon as she can run, Sheva takes off into the forest, running without discretion or abandon. She's nowhere near the pack's territory, right? Stealth shouldn't be an issue. Stealth will come later when she's hungry. For now, she's easy to track and find for any wolf (or hunter) worth their salt.
