No other purpose of life {Jean}

[bella2]

She walked through the forest. Her bow and arrows rested loosely on her back. She wore a blue tank top and jean shorts. Her feet were bare, for she liked them that way because it reminded her of what she was. At first glance, she would seem like a normal person walking through the forest. Her eyes were blueish gray. Her body was thin, but not too thin. Her legs were strong. And her feet were bare. But she was far from normal. She was something no human would ever think about her being. Not unless they knew about the creatures that lurked around at night...

I walked barefoot through the forest. I didn't exactly know why I was here, I just knew that I was. I was walking barefoot. Something no human ever did because they thought that it meant that you didn't have enough money to buy shoes. Well I had plenty of shoes, but when I was alone, I walked barefoot... it reminded me of what I was. The night creature that I was. I was part of nature and no human should know what I am. I was a wolf, but not just any wild wolf, no. I was a werewolf. And I know what you might be thinking- that a werewolf is a human that sometimes turns into a wolf. Wrong! A werewolf is a wolf that sometimes turns into a human.

I rolled my eyes and walked on. Soon I couldn't take it any longer. Not caring if anyone was around, I changed into my wolf form. I ran on, hoping to find comfort in the sounds of the night.

[jean]

Not many walked the desolated ruins of Hyde Park; well in all reality no one but the homeless and those that know the history from their text books of World or Local History. For Jean-Michel he was not even thought of when the event happen but for his mortal body and mind it was within the text books as a revolution in history around the world beginning with this place. It was talked more about than the World War I and World War II combined with the Desert Storm and Operation Iraq Freedom; this had something more than petty human nature involved. To Jean-Michel this was a history left to die like war though. Not many ventured the decaying ruins and dead shrubbery but among its darkness and dingy appearance life was still there.

Small hints of flowers that were seasonal growers tried to bloom in hopes of the rain to give them water and sun to give them warmth but from the malnourished soil and dead plant life around them many do not get past the sprouting stage. It had always interested Jean, how the life here though in ruins should have survived like his own family garden… they never took care of it weekly so every year a new garden was needed planting but still even the old grew back at times. He had heard from an old group of women bantering on it with sadness; “It’s cursed…” So maybe it was.

Though the thoughts of the past were nothing of concern to him; why he was there in the first place was. He had been roaming around in his usual casual clothing and without a thought of where to go on the dying sun evening he just moved where ever it took him. He should have just turned back or called for a cab but something kept him moving deeper into the shadows. With his slick hair slowly softening from the moist air as small beads of sweat formed on his brow line a sound came to him that he knew not intimately but by accident. The sound of breaking bones bending in odd twists and turn as muscle split under the skin as it stretched; the last time he heard the sound was in an alley way of a woman screaming in pain. Though her eyes glowed red within the reflecting of the light behind him she moved away instead of towards… he was unsure if that was going to be the case for this darkening evening. Just because he was a known photographer and writer among the socialites and middle class does not give him a pass to skip his own death from mauling. With his hands in his dark denim jeans and moistening black button up the man was at a stop.

Unable to find the sound he was not going to just go and look for it; instead he moved within the tree lines towards the street he came from than deeper into the park of cursed dreams.

attire ;; ♠♠♠

[bella2]

I perked my ears toward the sound of a person walking. Had they seen me change into what I was now? I was curious. I let a howl rip through my throat and ring out through the forest. It was a sort of feminine howl, but it still had that eerie sound of a wolf howling. I trotted toward the person, not sure what to expect. As I walked through the forest toward the person, I thought about if I should be nice, or be like a wolf and maybe get killed.

I was thinking over what to do when I saw the human that was making the noise. I gasped mentally. I had expected it to be a werewolf or a vampire. Not a human. I didn't hate humans, I just didn't like them. I looked the human over and thought, I know this guy from somewhere... but where? And then I had it. He was a popular photographer. Oh great this can't get any worse.

But it could. I didn't know how to act. I was used to being human around people, not a wolf. I did the only thing that I could think of. I growled. It was a mean growl, mostly saying,"Get away from me." and that's what I was saying. I was telling him to get away from me. I didn't want him here, taking pictures of me. He would just put them up online or something. But part of me wanted him to stay. I guessed that it was my human side of me talling me to make friends with him. I couldn't do that, though, he would just take pictures of me and put me in the paper or something saying something about a friendly wolf. I couldn't have that happen. Or could I...

[jean]

He heard the echo of an echo out into the open like a voice of warning or a voice for calling. The area he was in didn’t help for the bare trees twisted like their dead roots bounced the sound where he stood. No fear rolled over him as like most people would see this place was unfamiliar even to the locals nearby; not so much forbidden but a mixing bowl of cursed soil and fear. Before he could continue moving in the direction he came from the body of the voice showed itself as dark as it could. Flared teeth, bushed hair; it reminded him of one of his siblings dogs unable to find comfort in Jean-Michel leaving a scar on his body for even trying to hug his sibling. Still no fear showed in his face; just because this large animal was a human not too long ago does not mean the mind was completely animalistic.

He pulled his hands from his pockets with palms out bare of nothing; all he had was his phone and even that was useless at this point. The anger in the face and body told him otherwise and like said he did what he felt was necessary and kept moving backwards slowly keeping distance as he moved around the dire wolf. Sure, he could turn around but the idea of getting attacked in the back with no notice didn’t match his mind very well. He didn’t speak as he moved; no ‘it’s OK doggy, no harm done’ for it would be stupid but inside his mind he was saying similar things within his own language. ‘It’s OK, no harm. Just passing through,’ was all that was on his mix matched eyes as he moved farther away in distance as he placed his hands back in.

[bella2]

I growled even louder as he began to move away. Although there was no harm in him bing here... I guess I was saying that I didn't want him to go. I thought of something right then. Something no animal brain could think of. (Well of course they couldn't because it invovled changing into a human, duh) I smiled mentally, turned. As I turned, the light caught the silver tag of my necklace, the one thing that I had forgetten to take off. I hoped he didn't notice it as I ran a little ways off from him.

I changed back when I had gotten far enough away that he wouldn't be able to catch up to me. The pain didn't bother me anymore, so it was fast and easy. I ran back to the clearing with my bow and arrow hanging loosely on my back again. I looked through the trees and into the small clearing. I didn't care if he was there or not. I wasn't searching for him. I shrugged. If he was there, he was there. If he wasn't then he wasn't. I stepped out of the trees and walked into the clearing from the exact spot that I had come through as a wolf.

[jean]

As the noised increased of verbal communication he thought deep inside, ‘Well Jean, This is it… all you can do is smile death in the face,

[/color]’ and that he did as he still continued moving slowly still facing the animal. But instead of lunging at him to eat his face it did the opposite of what he thought and took off in the opposite direction. Memories flashed of when this happened to him long ago in an alley way; those red eyes, fabric of torn clothes that were once clothing…

He had stopped moving because he was not a threat anymore but still his mind pondered of what really happened and what he should do. He thought about turning around with his back away from the direction but his mortal body and mind screamed ‘no’ for it could be still something like a trap. Maybe ‘it’ back to her place of residency or there was another nearby. The thoughts filtered of options but most still called out ‘no’ for it could be his last moments or than again it could just be his anxiety of that moment in time catching up since he did not panic and run screaming like an idiot.

Swallowing hard he sighed with some relief of having another day and ran his hands over his brow removing the sweat that was both from anxiety and the heat but as his vision adjusted he saw a nude figure walking to him with a glint from the neck like a collar. His mind thought of his mother, “Sweet lord child! Clothes! Give her your shirt! She’s going to get sick!” but his emotions and mind were at a stand still unsure if what he was seeing was really there or true. Could this be that same wolf? She was far enough that the transformation could have been muffled but then again… [/blockquote][/font]

[bella2]

I held my torn clothes in my one hand as I stood behind a short tree to hide most of my body from him. "I'm sorry you had to see that, but my clothes seemed to have gotten torn when I tran... uh... I mean... um..." I didn't know what to say. He probably already had suspicions about me, why should I give him more? I looked at him and smiled up at him, trying to hide the fact that I had no clue what to say.

After a moment I smiled up at him again and said,"Well any way... I'm Thea Herman, but you can call me Thea." My smile shone in the light. My teeth were almost that of a canines. I closed my lips almost immediately. I had done the transformation and come back too quickly. My body was still changing. I could feel my teeth adjusting in my mouth and I waited a few moments before smiling again. My teeth were normal again, and I could feel it. My necklace caught and reflected the light of the sun. It was a small little chain with a charm on it. On the front, this charm said believe, but on the back, it was almost exactly like what you would put on a dog to keep them from getting lost. I don't know why I had done this, but I had and it was there now, so if he took one look at the back, he would know. But of course I wouldn't let him get close enough to see the back of it. He would only be able to see the front of it always... that is unless... we got into a relationship, but I doubted that would happen...

[jean]

Though most would have been appalled by bare skin in the evening moon; Jean wasn’t so much revolted but felt calm around it; being surrounded by so much skin within photo shoots that it was like a hospital birthing ward with screaming bulbous women and crying to cooing babes. Though the woman apologized for her appearance, he only softly smiled from it with a shake to his head as she pulled out her last statement as if it was an embarrassment on her behalf. “No need for it,” he stated softly as she introduced herself.

It was an interesting name, not unheard of but not common either. It could have been a shorten version of various other ‘thea’ names but it was not his reason to prod. “A pleasure Thea, Jean-Michel Laroque, Jean or Jean-Michel is what is normally spoken,

[/color]” he stated with his native language clinging to his tongue. Though the silences between the two were high and bright, he still heard his mother telling him to give her his shirt. “Would you like my shirt for right now while in mortal form?” he questioned lightly.

With her skin a hint of the sun and hair touched by sun and the addition to her voice that had nothing that he had ever heard within the area of London he felt that she was not a part of the area of Europe at least in the beginning of her life. “I am assuming you are not from here? London that is…” he questioned not really looking at her but within her direction to not be intruding on her figure.[/blockquote][/font]

[bella2]

I smiled slightly as he introduced himself. "And what a pleasure it is to meet you too Jean." I said, still smiling. He offered me his shirt, which I was greatful of. My smile disappeared as I said,"If you don't mind." And that is when I realized that he had said "mortal form." I knew that I had given away what I was. I was such a stupid girl. Everyone else thought so too. I sighed and asked,"So you know?" I hoped he knew what I meant. I was talking about the fact that I was not human, but something far from human. The fact that I was a werewolf.

As soon as I thought the word, my wolf side of me kicked in. I was different from other werewolves. I actually wanted to be a dog. I wanted to have an owner, to be fed everyday, to be played with. I wanted all of that and I knew I could never have it. I was an unnaturally large wolf creature, and I had the brain of a human. It could just never work. My wolf side of me was telling me to ask this human (if he knew what I was) if I could be like his pet and come live with him. I knew this was completely insane. My human side was actually thinking more logically for once. It told me that this guy wasn't half bad... that they might become friends... maybe more... Stop that! I shouted at myself. I had just met him. I would wait. I would wait to see what he wanted before I did anything weird.

His question brought me back to reality. I looked up from the ground and looked at him. He was looking in my general direction, but not looking straight at me. He was being polite, I asumed. I smiled again and said,"No. I'm not, actually. I'm from Phoenix, Arizona." My home state and city made me proud. I had lived out in the desert... in the harshest climate possible, yet I had survived. Well of course I had survived. I mean it wasn't unlivable weather, it was just harsh. I shook my head. I was getting off track of everything now. I was having conversations with myself and with Jean. I looked back up at him and waited to see what his reaction would be.

[jean]

He could hear his flesh and blood call out to him, ‘Good boy! I taught you well! Now get her in a place somewhere! but he smiled letting his mother’s voice fade into the distance of his mind. Unbuttoning his shirt from his chest he handed the girl the piece of clothing not really phased for the fact he didn’t wear an undershirt but more from the dampness of it. “Please excuse the dampness,

[/color]” he stated with some small difficulty with his native tongue trying to flush his English knowledge. “Sometimes I think it is the Tropics than London,[/color]” he stated with a small chuckle as he was able to now look at her without feeling a bit of remorse.

“It is not very common to see someone partly nude, but then again not many walk the streets during the evening hours anymore,[/color]” he stated to her sighed question. Hearing of her home being within the United States he smiled to the idle conversation. Who would have thought that the snarling snaps became soft conversation between two beings. “I can hear it in your voice… never been to Arizona but I have heard of its great art expos. Only been to New York City, Los Angeles and Death Valley.[/color]” he stated remembering his times there all with their own attractions and unique feeling.[/blockquote][/font]

^{Sorry So Short}

[bella2]

I took his shirt from him, smiled, and said,"Thank you and it's really no big deal." I put his shirt on and felt the warmth of it on my skin. The dampness didn't bother me, though I did prefer a dry shirt, but as long as I had something on my body, I was good. I dropped my shredded clothes onto the ground and they landed in a small heap. I looked at them for a moment, before my eyes lifted, but not to his face. No. Of course being female around a male with his shirt off, I wanted to look at his muscular build. I was staring, but not for long, but in that time that I was staring at him, my hand reached out. It didn't go far because I held it back, but it would have come up and ran across his chest. I wanted him. I wanted him to be mine and for me to be his. For him to hold me in his arms. To give me a shoulder to cry on when I needed it. I shook my head to clear my thought and then my eyes drifted to his face.

I smiled at his comment and then listened to him as he went on. "New York and Los Angeles... hm... two big cities. But then there's Death Valley. A pretty harsh climate there... just like where I am from." I smiled and looked down at the ground beside him again. My wolf part of me wanted to be his pet, but my human heart wanted something more.

[jean]

He kept the small smile on his lips as she took his shirt to dress herself. If it wasn’t for his father, the lanky body would be nothing more but skin and bones but being healthy came with it perks. He ran almost every day and even had his own personal training program that fit his life style but it like his father, his vices were going to get the best of him probably at the age of thirty if he did not quite smoking and drinking. Because of his muscle structure and size he had to always get his attires tailored or even Large in size and on most women, anything over large and they were lean in size looked like they were swimming in it. She looked cute in it; with the sun touched hair and skin almost glowing within the dark sewed fabric.

Running his fingers through his softening hair as the moist air removed all the products within it; he could feel a small lock near his forehead that seemed to be the only piece of hair that was shifted by him as his fingers curled within his pockets that fiddle with the items within them as he watched her eyes scan him out of the common female to male attraction to bare skin. Though he had been two large cities and a very desolate desert he smiled to it in memory; “They are all harsh in their own ways…” he stated softly.

With the darkening skies the area around them the silencing birds that were there were not apparent at all. He didn’t mind it but she was probably keener in getting away or having herself in time than him being only a mere mortal being.

[bella2]

I watched him as he spoke. He seemed to know, but at the same time, he didn't care. I nodded after he finished speaking. It was true that every where you went was harsh... even if it was the cities. I smiled at him and then stepped around him. I had been on my feet all day, and I needed to sit down and rest. I sat down in front of a tree. I folded my legs into my right side and leaned on my left thigh and hand. I looked up at him and said,"I'm sorry. It's just that I've been on my feet all day and I need to rest a little."

I looked up at the sky. A few stars were beginning to appear. I looked for the moon, but the trees were in the way. I sighed and just watched the stars. Somehow it calmed me. Looking up at the stars always calmed me, but I didn't know why. I would lay under the stars in my wolf form and I would sit under the stars in my mortal form, but whichever I did, it always calmed me.

((Sorry for the wait. I've been out of town and I've got low muse. I just managed to finish this one))