Sifting Through Life (Aramantha)

[Sage]

Oh, damn these pests. Sage's hind claws irritably itched away behind her ear, probably border-line drawing blood if she won't stop in a moment. One last itch, and all was fine and the werewolf shook her head, and then began gnawing on her lower stomach. In the far ditches of her mind, she knew there was an easier solution to her problem, but her thoughts couldn't seem to dredge the solution up; as if it were too dreadful to think. She snorted and began padding away down the side-walk.

The area she was in was a branching road off a main road in the city and was mostly deserted; save for the odd hobo and stray cat or dog. Her lopping was silence, the only noise from her coming from the jingle of her tags as her paws seemed to bounce without hitting the pavement. This area was well known for the sharp sting of alcohol; but also the delicious taste of deep-fried foods such as mushrooms, chicken, and a variety of other edibles cooked in animal fats. If she was lucky, she might score a pork-chop, but some part in her thought the likeliness of this actually happening was much too slim. Her nose lowered to the ground while her ears remained erect, listening and waiting for someone to pass.

No alarming sounds reached her ears, so the female werewolf slunk into the alley way quietly. What her life now depended on, she gazed upon for a moment. Her stomach had carved in, possibly from worms or some other parasite that the wolf remained oblivious to, or maybe she had more then just fleas, a tick or two. Nonetheless, she was not healthy looking at all. Her posture never changed, though, she still held herself tall and proud, and her muscles rippled with every movement, showing her underlying strength. Her past, more healthy life was forever imprinted into her, and it showed in how she held herself; she knew she was a magnificent beast, and no one could change that.

She crept up to the garbage bins, sniffing the ground lightly, before she made her way over to one and knocked it over with a clang. Her ears heard the loud footsteps of the bar owner coming to the side door, and she darted behind the large bin to wait until he left. Upon the large man’s arrival, he glanced around, didn’t seem to notice the knocked-over bin, and then left, his foot steps sounding his retreat. The female drifted out from behind the large, square’ish bin, and then she was in the knocked over silvery bin, clawing open black garbage bags, and sifting through to find something, anything. Her nose landed on a few deep-fried tortilla shells and spinach dip, and she had her feast. Using her paw to bring it out into the open a bit more, she dived in, wolfing down as much food as her stomach could hold, and as much as she could find.

[unknown]

Aramanatha

I see your dreams and raise you me, your worst nightmare...

Arama felt cramped in her tiny room in the IZAN headquarters. She looked up at the ceiling from her bed, which seemed more like one of those fold away bed that you see in army shelters. She sat up and looked at the clock, 11.27pm. She smiled to herself and was out the door and away into the night within the second. She loved the speed she had as a vampire, and being able to scale a building to the ceiling in 3 seconds gave her a burst of adrenalin. She landed with grace on one such building in Clerkenwell and she looked around her with interest. She hadn’t been in this area for a while. She jumped between the gaps of the buildings until she came to a stop abruptly. She smelt that horrible wet dog smell that only comes from werewolves. She dropped to her knees and looked over the edge of the building, a bar by the looks of it. She spotted the ginger mutt scavenging out of a bin like a common dog. Arama laughed to herself and sat back. She looked around her again and took a running jump to land at the end of the alley, making as much noise as was possible for a creature designed to be silent and deadly. She landed on all fours, watching the dog with a cocked head like a cat stalking a bird. She straightened up and hissed at the dog. ”Hi there mutt. Shouldn’t you be in a cage somewhere, like a dog pound or something?" she taunted, flicking her hair over her shoulder.

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[Sage]

The wolf’s ears pricked up at a light thump from above, and she raised her head. Her eyes flashed in the small amount of moonlight that filtered down, and caught a shadowy figure jumping into the back of the alley. She paused, and watched on without much interest. Some part deep inside her that knew she ought to be a hunter rather then a scavenger admired the grace with which the vampire landed. The look the creature gave the wolf, however, caused her hackles to raise almost instantly. There was a pause in her defensive stature for when she suddenly sat and scratched furiously behind her ear, drawing a small amount of blood. Standing once again, she snorted and shook her head, as if trying to shake off the slight soreness. When the vampire hissed at her, her ears flattened against her skull, and she fixed the vampire with a piercing stare. She wasn’t planning on sharing her food, so this vampire could just as well find another alley.

Instead of going into an aggressive stance, as she normally would, the she-wolf merely seemed to shrug it off, and turned with folded ears of disdain towards her garbage pile and gently pawed at it as if she were playing with her food in an ashamed manner after being called a glutton (if, that is, she were human and actually cared/understood what that all meant).

[unknown]

Aramanatha

Arama smelt the strong sickly smell of blood, which would usually make her go crazy. But this smell made her gag slightly, the smell was horribly scented like wet dog. She turned and tried to get an unnecessary breath of fresh air so she could hold it. She turned back and watched the dog, its ears flattened in fear. Arama giggled and skipped towards the dog. She got so close that she could see the fleas in its dirt-ridden coat. She stopped a few steps away from it and bent down to its height. "I know you understand me mutt. So listen up. I‘m looking for someone, and you might be able to help me. So I think you better do your little transforming trick so we can talk." she said, grabbing the majority of the wolfs food at the end to try and get her point across. She stood up and started playing with the rotten food in her hands. She leaned against the wall, watching the dog wearily out the corner of her eye.

[Sage]

Sage’s head didn’t once move as the vampire skipped closer to her. Her lips did curl up, the action being followed by a blood-curdling growl of warning. She wouldn’t hesitate to attack if this vampire decided that her food was worth something in her eyes, and take it away from her. Her mouth was open, ready to take another bite when the vampire’s scent came across her nose more strongly, and she turned to become face-to-face with the creature. Her ears once again flattened, as if the vampire were hardly worth her attention. She was about to turn back to her food when words caught her attention; ”I know you understand me mutt. So listen up. I’m looking for someone, and you might be able to help me. So I think you better do your little transforming trick so we can talk.”[/i] The vampire stated in a rather snide voice, hand darting out to snatch her food. Sage went to snap at her hand with a vicious bark but, unfortunately missed.

Instead of lunging at the vampire, she watched as she back-peddled to the wall to lean against it while she played with some slimy spinach dip. Well, it was going to be difficult to get that feta smell out of her hands, Sage knew. Many humans and werewolves walked from the bar she was eating from with the scent basically plastered to them. It may be two or three days until it fully faded; especially with their specialty ingredient, garlic. Strong scented stuff it was, but when it was cooked, it tasted delicious, even if it made one’s breath smell bad.

Sage’s head tilted to the side, ears in opposite directions before she snorted and rose. Her teeth became bared for a moment, before she turned with a flick of her tail, and began padding from the alley. She was full enough anyways, this vampire took away all other desire to eat.

[unknown]

Aramanatha

Arama watched the wolf intently, as if it was making an important decision and was choosing the wrong option. In Arama‘s eyes anyway. She watched the wolf turn and pad away from her. Arama dropped the icky sticky substance and used the lightning quick reactions she oh so loved to overtake the dog and block its exit. She was at least 2 or 3 steps in front of her, and again she was at her level. Arama cocked her head to the side again and sighed. "Now why you gotta be so rude? I was being nice to you… or as nice as a vampire can be to a wolf. I‘m just asking for a bit of help." she said, with a smile which would frighten humans into a coma. Her fangs were sharp and as white as she could get them, as she could with the mixture of a diet of blood and bacteria in her mouth. She sighed and stood up again, taking a step forward. "So, are you going to transform, or not, little doggy?"

[Sage]

Sage’s ears pricked up suddenly as she came face-to-face, once again with the vampire. Her breath stunk, the rancid fumes from past feasts of blood dribbled through her lips. Her ears drew back in unison with her lips, and she snarled. At first she’d been annoyed by the persistent vampire, now she was pissed. Her hackles rose, and that claustrophobia that was pure instinct in such a situation of being trapped crawled into her chest. Her mind told her the only way out was to kill this ignorant vampire, and that’s just what she was prepared to do. Her jowls opened, the growl ringing out menacingly, a warning. Her tail evened out with the ground, a second warning. ”So, are you going to transform, or not, little doggy?”

This vampire truly was stupid. If the growling and anger that the wolf was so clearly displaying didn’t get her to clue in, then she deserved to be ripped off the face of the planet. She took a small step back, her head lowering as her eyes fixed into that of the vampire’s. The snarl ripped out, and she waited a moment, to see if anyone would come by to pull the vampire back and tell her to screw off, or if the vampire would just back off on her own accord. She bristled when nothing happened.

There was a vicious bark, and then she was lunging at the vampire. Her teeth closed over her shoulder, sinking in deep, and within less then a second, her head flipped to the side and she had the vampire thrown out of her way and colliding into a wall. She turned to stare over at the crumpled form against the wall, growl dieing slowly in her throat. She snorted and shook her head, as if trying to rid herself of the foul taste. The next snort she gave was one of contempt, and she turned and began slowly padding from the alley once again.

((Just so there isn't a misunderstanding, Sage didn't kill Aramantha, she only bit her and threw her around a bit. I don't believe werewolf saliva affects a vampire -only their blood- so she should be pretty much fine.))

[unknown]

Aramanatha

Arama had never felt pain like it before, the teeth of the wolf digging deep and ripping her flesh. She screamed in agony, and felt air rushing past her before she crashed into the wall. Her head slumped forward, eyes crumpled with the pain. She raised her hand to her shoulder and felt something trickling down her arm. She raised her head slightly and saw the pattern of holes, each gushing different amounts of blood where the teeth had caught veins, arteries and muscle, in her shoulder. She gasped, the pain would last only a little longer. She looked up in time to see the wolf turn and walk away. She tried to move, the arm causing a bit more pain as she moved away from the wall, and she cried slightly. She stopped moving and sat there. She felt the healing process begin, the blood stopping its gushing, but the pain hardly subsided. She was suddenly grateful the wolves saliva wasn’t poisonous to her like her blood was to wolves if in their system to long. She smiled at that, letting her head fall back and hit the wall. "You just made a big mistake wolf! A very, big mistake." she shouted after the padding wolf, which seemed tainted by the taste of the blood. Obviously never harmed a vampire like this before.

[Sage]

At the shouting from the alley, the wolf turned and gave the vampire a snort of disdain, as if to say “You’re seriously continuing this after I beat you?” Her tail flicked to the side in amusement and she raised her head to the skies, looking for the tell tail lightening of morning. According to the position in the stars, the night was only half done; the vampire had at least five or four hours. Her ear twitched, before she began making her way slowly from the alley, in no rush to leave despite angering the vampire. She’d got the best of her once; she could certainly do this again. The wolf’s confidence seemed to radiate from her.

She lowered her nose to the ground and delicately sniffed. Her nose wrinkled when the stinging scent of gasoline flew up her nostrils. It caused her to jerk her head up and, while sneezing, shake her head side-to-side in a vain attempt to rid her of the smell. Her ears flattened in annoyance, and she gave a cursory glance back at the alley, wondering if and when the vampire would come after her. Adrenaline was still pumping, fresh and invigorating in her veins. It made her feel awake, and prepared for attack. Her lips pulled back slightly, and she raised her head, letting out a long, strong howl. Near-by people started and looked over at her, as if she had formed out of mist or something of the sort. She ignored them, however, as she sat by a bench, golden-green eyes focused on the alley.

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Aramanatha

Arama waited until the wolf was out of sight before trying to stand up. She put one hand over her shoulder where the wound was and the other on the wall. She pushed with her feet and gasped as the pain shot through her. She managed to get to her feet, holding her breath as she finally leaned against the wall and rested a few seconds. Her face turned up to the sky and she looked at the moon. She was going to have to take her time back to the IZAN HQ. She looked towards the entrance to the alley and sighed. "Stupid wolf… Attacking me… God, my shoulder kills…" she muttered, as she started to stumble towards the entrance. She stopped there and then leaned, on her good shoulder, against the wall. She looked around, catching sight of the wolf that had just left. She locked eyes with it, memorizing it’s details. The fur colour, tinged orange with white whiskers around it’s mouth and dark patches; it’s eye colour, a bright green which identifies it as a wolf, as most dog don’t get green that perfect. Arama hissed at it, quietly but yet unnoticeable to those closest to her, but the wolf would see, and hear her.

[Sage]

Sage’s ears pricked forward, easily catching the hiss that came from the alley. Her golden-green eyes focused on the figure in the alley while her lips slid back. In the dark, her teeth glinted dangerously.

From the vampire, however, Sage did not feel threatened. In fact, she was slightly amused that she even thought she could challenge the wolf. With a fluid movement, the wolf was on her feet, still staring at the vampire. Her teeth had been sheathed, and her ears were still pointed slightly forwards. An indifferent snort escaped her nose, and then she sneezed as if the snort had irritated the soft tissue in her nostrils. With little flourish, the wolf turned and began trotting away. Her raised tail wagged back tauntingly at the vampire as if to say ”Catch you later.”.

Rounding a corner, the female lowered her nose and sniffed lightly, her ears swivelling to see if the vampire had followed her. By now the wounds were probably mostly healed, so the wolf wouldn’t be all that surprised if she came to find herself being followed.

The tantalizing scent of sausages and wieners reached her nose, and she trotted hopefully forward. There was a human showing off and yelling his head off about the processed meat. Sage’s ears flicked forward, and she skirted the shadows towards the vender. A sharp bark behind the man caused him to whip around, a startled expression on his face. A startled expression which quickly turned to annoyed, then rather pissed. ”Go on, git outta here.” He shooed her with his boot, and she trotted off into a near-by alley, eyes gleaming from the dark as she watched him.