it's a matter of time [open]

[Morrison Whelan]

(( It is indeed. xP *shrug* ))

Though Morrison didn't realize it, he was already starting to play the role of father, with commanding Seb to get in the car. It was like his own father had always said: "Lad, if you don't get in the car right now, I'm gonna kick your arse so hard!" Yes, even as a kid, the wolf had been a stubborn bastard. He could easily blame his pa for that trait and being a werewolf had only contributed to it. At least at this moment he wasn't actually yelling at the other man, that probably would have scared him away and then they'd both be in a bad position, though Morrison would have easily gotten over it.

A sighing sort of growl left him as he watched the other wolf move over to his car. His suspicion and reluctance to get into the vehicle was all too obvious. Always, he always made the same first impression, there was no way he could ever come off as more than a hardheaded son-of-a-bitch when he first met someone, it was simply in his nature. And yet, people's reaction to him, while understandable, caused him a pang of annoyance and exasperation. He would be glad to be rid of this man, after he asked him his questions of course.

Almost as soon as Sebastian had shut the car door, Morrison started the car and began to pull away from the curb when the other man spoke. "I'm just looking for a hotel, it's somewhere around .... London." The wolf lifted an eyebrow, glancing over at his passenger. "Very specific... Do you know the name of the place?" He thought for a moment after Seb's reply then nodded slowly. "That's not too far off." It was really only ten minutes away and while he didn't feel that this was enough time to pry as much as he wanted, he wasn't going to take a detour to lengthen the trip; he wanted to get home. Instead, he'd just have to get right into it.

Approaching the edge of town now, he reached over to his door and locked up the car, partly from habit and partly to give the other wolf a bit of a 'trapped' feeling, even though he could easily unlock his door and jump out. "So," he finally said, "what exactly is it that you want with Morrison? I know him pretty well and he's never mentioned having a son." He was trying not to be sloppy with his words, as to not yet hint to who he really was. Sure, he could let Sebastian know that he knew... himself, but until he knew what this was all about, he wasn't revealing who he was.

[Sebastian Whelan Harris]

If he felt suprise at the newfound knowledge that this man knew Morrison then he kept it well hidden. A small twitch from his jawline was all that gave away his mild anger at the fact that Ivian had concealed this information from him. Although he had suspected that Ivian had known more than he told, to be so blatantly lied to angered him beyond imagining, he ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath in the effort of calming himself. It would not do to lose control of his temper here, for three main reasons. 1) Seb was pretty sure that Ivian was carrying a gun, 2) He was in a foreign country and city and 3) Ivian may be his only key to finding Morrison. He could not fuck this up.

A moment of silence followed Ivian's comment as Seb battled with himself to show some sort of uncommon restraint. Finally he did and his face once again became blank with a terrifying sort of composure. "The hotel doesn't matter, i'll sleep anywhere," his comment was half dismissive. It was true, if he didn't like the hotel then he would just find a different one tomorrow. There were no huge dramas.

Seb knew he would now have to tread very carefully; if this man really was in league with Morrison then Seb would be unable to say anything that would arise suspicion or alarm. "Ah you don't believe me. Of course. All i wan't with my fath-... Morrison, is to find out why he left. To let him know that my mother died, what became of his family." The tone that escaped him was light, although at the very edge there was the slightest hint of bitterness, a feeling of abandoned cruelty that had tainted his life and forced him to once again fight for control of his anger. The lie did not feel uncomfortable on his tongue, this man had no need to know that he intended to kill his father - whom he blamed for all his problem - it was not required, and Ivian would not give him any ideas to where Morrison was if a threat was presented. "It suprises me that he wouldn't know of me, since i've spent the better part of my life scouring the globe for him. But then, i am the bastard son."

It didn't worry Seb so much that the doors were locked, he calculated that unless this man was unusally quick he could get himself out of the car before anything could be tried. He also wondered what his chances of taking Ivian hostage to lure out Morrison would be. Surely it was a possibility? Although the plan would have to be thorough as it was obvious that Ivian would be slightly stronger than himself. "So how did you meet him? What is he like?" Naturally, one wuld be curious about his father, see the similarities between them. It would be interesting.

[Morrison Whelan]

Some part of Morrison was keeping a tab on Seb’s habits. The twitching of his lip, the set of his jaw, and most noticeably the way he kept running his hand through his hair. It all pointed to some deep seated anger that was bubbling just below the surface, yet, impressively, the man was controlling himself very well and his expression was generally free of any lines of emotion. Wolf-Morrison was so tempted to poke this other wolf until he just snapped like a twig, which he couldn’t imagine would be too dangerous, he did have a pistol on him anyway. One twitch of his finger and BANG, he was out.

"The hotel doesn't matter, I'll sleep anywhere,"

The man looked away from the road for a second at this, but then merely shrugged and looked back to where he was driving, honestly not caring if Sebastian took up residence in an alleyway or the like. He would take him to the hotel anyway, just because he had nowhere else to drop him off as he certainly wasn’t going to take him to his house; he wasn’t a complete idiot. For some reason he still had a nagging suspicion that this man was working with Meadhbh’s murder. Perhaps when he finally realized that this was indeed his son sitting right beside him, he’d be relieved and try to hug him… No, that was a bit drastic and Morrison wasn’t so touchy-feely, he would just have himself a good laugh, for being so paranoid.

"Ah you don't believe me. Of course. All I want with my fath-... Morrison, is to find out why he left. To let him know that my mother died, what became of his family.”

It was a good lie, the wolf didn’t even detect that hint of disgust in Seb’s voice. Instead, he had locked onto that last part of what he had said. Until recently, Cassidy had been long forgotten. Of course, he’d known that would have died eventually, as he was rather positive that she would have herself be changed by were or vampire, but hearing it said made it more valid. As for what had become of his family, well, as far as he was concerned he didn’t have any family anymore, only friends, though they were close ones at that. A frown creased his brow for a moment at the thought before he shook it off.

"It surprises me that he wouldn't know of me, since I've spent the better part of my life scouring the globe for him. But then, I am the bastard son."

A twitch of Morrison’s lip indicated his slight amusement at this. Scouring. That was a rather strong word. He was not merely looking for his father, or hoping to bump into his some day, he was actively hunting for him, a part of him for whatever reason feeling that he had something to gain from finding his pa. That was almost saddening, that you would dedicate your life to find a man you knew nothing about. Then again, it would help pass the time. The wolf could even start to admit to himself that he did believe, to an extent, that Seb was his son, he would just need more proof before he could admit it to anyone else.

“Perhaps you’d just never looked in the right place,” he muttered, “at least, not until now I suppose.”

His statement was followed by a shrug and he was momentarily distracted from his thoughts when he had to take a rather sharp turn. They were now a mere few minutes away from the hotel and though Morrison had learned little about this stranger, he was confident that he wasn’t much of a threat. There was clearly a lot of anger in him, but it wasn’t likely that he would ever let himself act on it, which was a shame. Rampaging could be fun.

"So how did you meet him? What is he like?”

The man shot a glance over at Seb and thought for a moment. It was mostly just to prepare himself so that he wouldn’t say anything telling and start talking about Morrison in first person, a dead give away. Still, it felt so strange to speak in third person, it was like an act. “I met him at a bar and we only started talking because he needed work.” This was true enough. He’d actually found Iivan at a strip club and he’d been slightly high, which was one of the reason Morrison had approached him, as he would say the most interesting things. “As for what he’s like,” he sighed as he turned the car onto a much wider road, “he’s… He’s a stubborn son-of-a-bitch.” A tiny grin shot across his face then quickly faded back to a mostly vague look. “But he’s loyal, good to his friends, has a problem with having to take care of people…” Slowly, he trailed off as he was pulling into the parking lot of a slightly familiar hotel and stopped the car close to the front doors, turning his eyes to Seb with an expression that was equivalent to a shrug. If this man, his son, possibly, wanted to speak any further, he’d have to give Morrison some sort of incentive, as he was keen on just heading off home.

[Sebastian Whelan Harris]

(Poke him?! Never! I'm just gonna add some back story to get this rolling)


If he was really paying attention to this man; to Ivian. Then he would notice that some of the quirks and tendencies that he had would resonate with his own; the set of the jaw, the grinding of teeth. So much could point to heritage and yet he blindly ignored all this. Seb was focussed only on one thing and that was getting the information out of this man that he needed to find his father. He would find his father eventually, and when he did, who knew what would happen? There was a bitterness in Sebastian that could never be solved, an anger that led down to his core and a feeling of abandonment, both for himself and his mother that drove him forward. Perhaps there was an undertone of something else, maybe a need to be cared for? If there was, he would not acknowledge it, not see some sort of weakness in himself.

It was not an easy task to learn over five languages, to become fluent in them all, to earn enough money to fly to country after country, to buy spy equipment and pay people to track down names. It was not easy and it was his life. Now that he was so close, he didn't know what he would do with his life after this was all over. Seb could be one of the worlds highest paid linguists once this all ended, words and learning came easy to him and although he could not hold down a steady relationship to save himself he did try. Perhaps there would be many things he could do, he just had to think of them. "Oh i looked in the right places, just not the right countries. If he had been in Italy, Ireland, Africa, Egypt.... I would have found him by now. Seems like England was the way to go." Ok, so maybe he was bragging about his tracking skills but it was all he had, perhaps Ivian would think that Seb could be of some use to his father, perhaps Morrison would want to meet him. That would be his first mistake.

The description of his father sounded alot like somebody was describing himself, it unnerved him and he clenched his jaw to stop him from saying something un-civil. His hand ruffled his hair in frustration once again. He didn't want to be so much like his father, obviously such things were unavoidable, why couldn't he be more like his mother? At least she had been a person worthy of something more, worthy of being like. He imagined Morrison would never be so noble. "Loyal, trouble taking care of people. If only i could let my mother know that those were the reasons he abandoned us." This time he did not disguise the resentment, a bitter bark of laughter escaped him and he shook his head.

They'd pulled up outside a hotel and his hand moved to the door automatically, he tried the handle, finding it locked. He unlocked it and opened the door. Turning slightly to face Ivian. "Thanks for the lift. And... If you see Morrison soon can you give him this?" At this point Seb reached around his neck and took off a silver pendant, it had a thick silver chain with a silver disk. Inscribed on the disk were the initials 'M.W', his father had given it to his mother before he left. Cass had not known it would be a keepsake, rather than a present. "It was given to my mother a while back. He should probably have it back." With a shrug, Seb stepped out of the car and started walking towards the doors of the hotel.

[Morrison Whelan]

(( But it is so fun to poke! *poke* See? xD ))

Despite Morrison’s distrust of Sebastian, he had to admit that he had an impressive array of skills, at least if he took his word for it. But he was being boastful, which was hard to respect, and he had a feeling that there was some ulterior motive behind it. And, he honestly didn’t care, seeing as it was still rather pathetic that he had done all of that just to find his father, to find Morrison. What did he expect to gain from it? Certainly he didn’t think they would be one happy family, brought together by their love for Cassidy. No, that was an absolutely ridiculous idea. Possibly he just wanted answers, as he had said, or there was a more sinister plot going on inside his head, in which case, the wolf would not want to stick around for long. For a bit, he would feel guilty for letting this man go on his way, futilely searching for his dad, but he would get over it.

"Loyal, trouble taking care of people. If only I could let my mother know that those were the reasons he abandoned us."

The man had frowned deeply at this, yet he was smart enough not to comment on it and he kept his eyes fixed on the road, though his mind buzzed with retorts. It had not been he who had left, it had been Cassidy, she had gone to England to escape him… But she hadn’t, had she? She had just told him that so that Morrison wouldn’t look for her. She had been in Ireland that entire time, just in a different area. He could have found her and done something to help… Fuck it, it didn’t matter anymore and she was long dead. No use reminiscing on the past.

Once Seb had gotten out of the car, the wolf merely glanced over at him, nodding at his thanks, though he didn’t really register that the other man had said anything else until he noticed that something was being held out for him. "And... If you see Morrison soon can you give him this?" Without thinking about what it was, he took the object loosely in his hand. “Sure,” he said, secretly planning to throw it out when he got home. "It was given to my mother a while back. He should probably have it back.” Those words finally invoked him to look down at the metal in his hands and a flash of realization crossed his face, followed by an intense look of confusion. He turned quickly to look at the other wolf, but he was already at the hotel doors.

Quick as he could, Morrison jumped out of his car, leaving it running and the door open so that a soft ting ting ting sounded, and swung around to its other side, staring after the wolf’s back. “Sebastian,” he called, lifting the pendant to stare at it for a moment and make sure he wasn’t imagining things. “Wh…” He went silent for a bit, unsure as to what he wanted to ask and knowing he was taking a big risk here, as it would definitely give him away. Not that it mattered now, his yelling out would have been suspicious enough. “Why did Cassidy give this to you?”

Morrison’s hand tightening around the disk, he stood in place, readying himself for whatever was going to happen next, be it an attack or just a glare. Now he believed, had to believe, that this man, Sebastian, was his son. There wasn’t any relief in this knowledge, it just confounded the hell out of him, as he’d been telling himself for the past century that he was dead, because that was so much easier than ever having to deal with him. And yet here he was, standing right in front of him, very much alive and filled with hate toward his father. This raised another question, why had he kept this trinket? It was sterling silver and could have fetched a decent amount of money and held no sentiment for Seb, so what was the use in having it? He didn’t think that any of these inquiries would have a satisfying answer and that would drive him even more mad that he was already. What a fucking week, he thought exasperatedly.

[Sebastian Whelan Harris]

Perception could be changed so quickly and by the smallest of things. Sebastian himself, was always open to change and yet he would sometimes analyse it too much, just to make sure that it was the correct sort of change to put himself through. As he walked toward the hotel with his hands thrusted into his pockets; he pondered all this. What would his father say when he recieved the necklace? It wasn't hard to place, there couldn't be many like that, it seemed far too unique to mistake for something else. His mother had never taken it off, happy to believe that Morrison still cared about her, she'd worn it as protection. Nobody fucked with somebody who had another man's initials around her neck. Well, not in Ireland anyway. Had it been up to Seb, he would have thrown it away after his mother died, or burned it. She'd asked him to keep it, to wear it and he had done so, if only for his mothers sake.

Seb had just stepped up to the automatic doors, they slid open - allowing a blast of cold air, causing the receptionist to look up in mild distaste. He was about to step inside when he heard his name called from behind him, he spun automatically, seeing Ivian standing, holding the necklace clenched in a fist. Seb was not stupid, he knew that type of reaction was uncommon in a friend. He didn't even notice the annoyed cough from the receptionist as the doors remained open, but slowly he edged closer, wanting to know what the wolf wanted now that he had his attention.

Cassidy. The word hit him like a wall and he took a reflexive step backward. He had not revealed his mothers name, had he? It wasn't something people generally revealed in random conversation. Besides, Ivian had uttered it as if the name meant something to him. The question was not asked lightly. Slowly, Sebastian stepped away from the door, hearing it click shut behind him as he took a few steps toward the man.

It would be false to assume that Sebastian was an idiot, he was very smart and slowly - almost cautiously - things started to click into place in his head. His hands curled into fists, nails digging into his palms so that he could keep his head relitively clear. "She wanted me to have it, as a deathwish. I loved her enough to do what she wished." It also meant something to him, that pendant ... no matter how much he hated it, had kept his mother safe through the years and had ensured that the other wolves in Ireland knew that somebody could come for revenge if something happened to her. Not that Morrison would have come, but Sebastian would have done his fair share of killing.

"How do you know her name?" His voice was deathly quiet, deadly in its intensity. As he spoke he took another short step forward. His anger simmered beneath the surface as he walked, ever slowly. Temper was never a good thing, not something he had in check. His hands shook slightly with his force to control himself, oh he was being carefuul alright. Especially since he already knew the answer to his question. "Your name isn't Ivian, is it? M.W... Morrison Whelan." His articulation was magnificent in anger, he spat every sylabyll as if it was something he wanted to rid from his person. Now he stopped walking, he'd closed the distance between them, but the car was still there.

He had to control himself. Had to. His top lip had raised itself in a subconscious snarl. Morrison had better start explaining himself in the next five seconds and it had better be good, otherwise heads were going to roll.

[Morrison Whelan]

Morrison’s entire body had stiffened once Seb had swung around to look at him. He was very slow and deliberate in his steps, menacing, almost calculating. His mother’s name had caught him off guard, something that the wolf had expected, but he hadn’t been so sure as to how quickly his anger was coming out, though really, it should have been obvious, seeing how much alike the two men were. It was even obvious from the first time they had met, yet neither was keen on analyzing a stranger, and so any similarities had been passed off as mere coincidence. A small and sinister grin was starting to arise on the wolf’s lips at this thought, though it quickly started to fade when Sebastian spoke.

"She wanted me to have it, as a death wish. I loved her enough to do what she wished."

The emphasis that he put on I bothered Morrison, yet he didn’t say a thing and did not show it, the only sign that anything bothered him was the clench of his jaw. This necklace had meant a lot to Cassidy then, much more than he ever could have imagined, she had kept it until she was on her death bed for christ’s sake, had given it to her son. Perhaps she had still loved him, thought that one day he would come back… And he would have, had he known where she was. When she had first left, he had called her nearly every day for a month, but eventually she had cracked and their conversations ended with her screaming through her tears for him to leave her alone. He should have taken the hint that she needed help by the fact that she never blocked his number, yet he felt that in some way honoring her wishes were better than continuing to reach, so he severed contact with her. The man left Ireland 3 years later, and by then had completely forgotten about her. At least until now.

"How do you know her name?"

He knew that he didn’t need to reply to this, because Seb already had the answer, it was clear by the almost whisper in which he spoke. Danger was not to far off, his slight shaking attested to that. Morrison knew that he would have already exploded at this point, having held in a grudge for decades, but he was sure that his son could not hold it for too much longer, unless something snuffed out that fire in his belly. The wolf was sure that he wouldn’t be able to provide that sort of extinguishing power, that he could only make the other man’s anger worse, and so he would, it was what he was best at anyway.

"Your name isn't Iivan, is it? M.W... Morrison Whelan."

The wolf simply shook his head in response to the question, clutching the disk ever tighter in his hand until it hurt his palm and fingers. Though his heart told him by its fierce beating that he should be out of there, he stood completely still as Sebastian approached, replaying the way his name had been said in his head, with such disgust and contempt. It pulled his brows into a very deep crease as his anger mounted, despite the slight smirk that had lit up on his lips. For a moment, Morrison entertained the idea of staying absolutely still and silent, as he did have the advantage of having a car and a gun, both fully functional and very much ready to be utilized. Though, for the sake of Sebastian’s mind, he would say something. Under the circumstances, he wouldn’t be able to easily discuss Cassidy without screaming about her being a bitch, but he’d come up with a few substantial words.

“Of course my name isn’t Iivan, fucking strange name for an Irishman,” he said this almost calmly, though there was still a hint of a growl in his voice. “The only reason I didn’t use my real name was because I thought you were out to kill me.” He paused and stared at Seb for a moment. “I guess I wasn’t too far off on that, you just have different reasons than I expected.” Yes, taunt the psychopath, muttered his brain, but he ignored it, this was getting very interesting, seeing how similarly enraged his son was, it was almost creepy in a way.

[Sebastian Whelan Harris]

Every second that passed, every word that was not said only served to make his anger worse and worse. The shaking gradually climbed his body, starting from his hands and up his arms. Eyes narrowed into a deadly glare as he stared at the man who was his father, his mind was slowly turning in on itself, it couldn't deal with this amount of emotion in such a short period of time, pent up anger and years of emotion were escaping at the same time and his mind was dealing with it in the only way that it could; by becomming a wolf.

There may have been a slight chance that Sebastian would be able to forget the wolf and walk away, there may have been a chance that he would not rip Morrison to pieces. When he started speaking, started taunting him, Seb caved, and any chance he had of not transforming was automatically destroyed. The man had no compassion for what he had done, he did not care about the son he had abandoned or the woman he'd left behind, regardless of who left first. Then again, there might have been no chance to save Morrison, the fathers blood ran in the sons body and anger was not so hard to dismiss.

Finally he took more step forwards, his eyes narrowing and changing shape as he did so, the sheer amount of anger running through his body was fuelling the change, making it quicker than it would otherwise be. It began from his facial features, his eyes became almond shaped and the iris' became an emerald colour, staring with the intensity of blind anger. His nose thinned out and became longer, hair sprouted on his face and down the length of his body. Angry, so angry. No thoughts consumed him other than that, unconsiously it was forcing his wolf to become angry, not docile as many others would be. His ears changed shape as his head did also, extended and lengthening to that of a wolf. His body followed suit soon after, the clothes on his body had split, revealling the body of his wolf. That was it, the final part. His lips curled back, revealing a set of white teeth, a snarl escaped from his throat, low and deadly in nature. There was no need for English or translation, it was obvious that this was one pissed off wolf.

Wolf-Sebastian snarled once more, he did not hesitate, the anger refused to allow him to stand still, adrenaline and thrill forcing him to move. Hunt, Kill, Defeat. It was his revenge. Anything that remained human in him was cast aside by the mentality of his wolf. He launched himself toward Morrison. The car did not matter, his powerful muscles moved beneath him and he landed upon the roof of the car with a single, effortless bound. His hackles were raised and a tireless snarl continued from his throat. Everything about him screamed danger. He had anger issues, how could you blame him?

Eyes glittered a final time and his growl crescendo'd. Now he jumped, his claws extended and his teeth bared, he aimed straight for Morrison, attempting to trap him between the concrete and his own body mass. Gun forgotten, Morrison did not stand a chance against a wolf, especially one with such anger.

[Morrison Whelan]

Morrison’s face fell slowly from its cynical smirk to a very serious frown, caution flashing in his eyes that were trained on Seb. He had seen that anger slowly creeping to the surface, yet the idea that it could manifest itself in a transformation had not come to him. Most wolves he knew had much better control over their condition, and while he himself had a bit of difficulty controlling the wolf once and a while, it never came on so quickly or violently. Before the other man had even started to move toward him, he was backing up, not stupid enough to think that he could stand his ground against a wolf that was mere decades younger than him, and knowing that he wouldn’t have time to change. Almost on instinct, he reached behind him to feel for the car’s door handle, but it was still too far away for him to reach, and while he could run right then before Sebastian’s change had been completed, he was not a coward and would be enraged with himself for letting a furious wolf run about town and possibly kill someone.

Continuing to step back as the half-wolf Seb advanced on him, he pulled the necklace into both hands and secured it around his neck. It wouldn’t stop him from being attacked any less violently, but at least it would be safer there than in his pocket where it could easily fall out to be scratched up, and he wanted to keep it as pristine as possible, seeing as how it had been maintained well for some many years. Possibly, it might even catch a claw or two and save his throat from being torn out, not that he expected to let this fight get so far.

Even though he didn’t realize it, Morrison stopped his back pedal just before bumping into his car, as he was transfixed on his son, transforming faster than anyone he’d seen do so in his life. His clothes were now beginning to rip to shreds as his body grew in ways that the fabric did not accommodate and there was cracking and ripping as his bones and skin formed new shapes. Yet all the while, the only expression on the wolf’s face was rage, pure and simple, there was not even a hint of pain that was caused by the morphing of his body. The gun, your gun! cried someone in his head, pulling him out of his fascination of such a speedy change and to the actual danger at hand. Right, he almost mumbled out loud as his hand dropped to the inside of his jacket. But before his hand was even secure around the weapon, Sebastian was crouched and ready, growling very menacingly up at the still human werewolf.

The wolf suddenly jumped and Morrison ducked a bit, expecting the creature’s body to land right on top of him, but inside it had landed heavily on top of his car. He let out a short moan as he heard the roof creak, as it had probably been dented and scratched badly, yet he had little time to mull over the damage to the car, as he was far more considered with protecting himself. He swung his body around and reeled backwards, trying to get as much distance between him and the animal after his blood. Once he had hit the mat that indicated where the front doors of the hotel were, he stopped and swung out his gun, though sloppily, as he had grabbed it by the barrel, no good. Now, Sebastian had pounced, and Morrison had to act fast. He switched his gun to his other hand, as he had made sure to practice shooting equally with both hands in case one was unusable, and just as the wolf’s paws had touched the ground, seeing as he had backed up too far to be taken down with one jump, he smashed a bullet into the concrete next to the animal’s foot, followed by a second. A ringing had found its way into his ears in the silence that followed the gun shots as he waited for the reaction. While he wasn’t keen on having to shoot Sebastian, he would if the situation got too dangerous, and hopefully even in his rage, the wolf would recognize this.

[Sebastian Whelan Harris]

Seb had never been to good at containing his anger, frequently he had issues where he would transform because of rage. Never before had it been like this though, never before had the transformation taken place so quickly. The pain had been ignored, oh it had been there of course, but the pain that was burning the rage was more potent to the extent that he could simply turn a blind eye to the growing physical pain. It didn't matter anymore. Finally, after years and years of searching, the moment he was waiting for was here. He hadn't thought it through properly, he was more or less working on whims or impulses but how did that matter? He knew how to fight, rage made him forget pain and he had the advantage of being in his wolf form, able to beat even the toughest of humans. Yes, though he was working without a plan it would not matter, he was Sebastian and the desire for revenge for both himself and his mother fuelled him.

The growl never once wavered as he advanced upon Morrison, Seb watched him backing up like a cornered animal and the snarl became one with a note of malice. His focus upon Morrison was such that he caught the man's swift movements as if he was moving in slow motion. He would not go into the building; the hunter in Seb knew this, he would not release an angry wolf onto hotel patrons, unless he was quite sure he had no other option. It could become interesting. The gun was taken out, it was fumbled, but as soon as he saw its appearance a warning snarl escaped his lips and his teeth were bared. He was about to launch himself at Morrison, to make sure that the gun could not be fired, when the gun was pointed to his right paw and fired.

For a moment after the bullets hit the concrete there was only silence, a dead ringing filled his ears and he watched the man with his emerald eyes. Carefully, debating an option. A low, menacing snarl escaped his lips and he crouched lower to the ground, every ounce of his body told him to pounce, to rip and to kill. He'd wasted too long to not do anything about it now. But the smarter part of him, the brain, suggested that it may not be a good idea, there would be no help if he died right now. It would not help anybody if he was killed. Who would kill Morrison if he could not?

Seb snapped his fangs, threatning, warning. His position altered only slightly as his weight shifted, he leap to the side, spinning as he did so, so that he was running back toward the car. With a final leap he once again landed on the roof, slowly turning around so that his eyes fixed upon Morrison. This was not over, next time he would not get away so easily. Next time, he would have a plan. A final glance was all it took before he ran into the shadows, he would run for a while, that would take away the rage that surged through his body.

[Morrison Whelan]

That was a very wise choice Sebastian had made, running away like that. Morrison hadn’t been aiming to kill, but the bullet he had been planning to plant in the animal’s fore leg would have rendered him incapable of doing much, it might have possibly crippled him for he rest of his life if the bone didn’t heal right. The wolf really wouldn’t have liked to be responsible for ruining Seb’s life, more than he already unintentionally had he supposed. And to flee did not make the other man a coward, it was just survival, as he hadn’t known whether or not he would have gotten a bullet to the heart. Yet, with the wolf now gone, he was left with quite a problem.

With a shaky breath, Morrison slipped the safety of his pistol on then slid it into his jacket, standing in place for a good ten seconds, just to make sure that he was being left alone, before slowly approaching his car. He was afraid to see the exact extent of damage that had been done by Seb’s claws as he wasn’t at all keen on having to pay even more to repair the car than he already had over the years and years and years. Maybe this time he’d just have to buy a brand new vehicle, one that he wasn’t so fearful of having a break down in the middle of the road. He hoped that it would make it home though, because it was quite a ways to walk to his apartment from here. Upon inspecting the car’s roof, he was confident that it would run fine, it would only look like a wreck, and it would be cold. One of the wolf’s claws had made a nice gash all the way into the interior of the auto, as well as leaving very substantial scratches and dents.

Just as Morrison was moving around to get into the car’s front seat, he heard the hotel’s automatic doors open and hurried footsteps hit the pavement. He turned to see that the receptionist had come out, finally, to see what the gun shots had been about. “Wolf,” he told her plainly, not even letting a word escape her lips. He was in no mood for dealing with cops and the like, not tonight. He wanted to sleep. The woman was still standing there when he got behind the wheel and her mouth was hanging open as though about to say something, yet he was not going to stay around for whatever that was. His car was quickly away from the building, which he would try to avoid in the future, at least for a few weeks.

It was inevitable that Sebastian would find him again, now that he thought Morrison even more of an asshole that he might have previously. And he had even suggested that he visit the very city that his apartment was located, if he was unlucky enough, the two would bump into each other right outside of where he lived. The wolf might be tempted to move then, because he was sure that the other man’s determination to make his father ‘pay for what he had done’ could lead him to sneak in the dead of night and stab him. That wasn’t a very noble way to murder someone, but if the son was anything more like his father, than he would not mind this in the slightest. If you needed someone dead fast, you did it in the easiest and fastest way possible, and slitting someone’s throat open while they slept was both. Morrison just hoped that Seb wasn’t too good at picking locks.