[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Alexis Farreacher[/color][/h1][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Cedar Ash Inn[hr][b]Interacting with:[/b] [i] Callie Lenson[/i][sub][@Caits][/sub], [i]James Burke[/i] and  [i]Sombra Burke[/i][sub][@Vicier][/sub][hr][hr]A wolf. A genuine, real wolf. That’s what Sombra was. The flashing eyes would have scared most and even Alexis could feel a small, cold shiver run down her spine. But There was so much more. Excitement. She hadn’t seen a werewolf yet. Not in flesh and bone at least. But there was something about Sombra. Something extreme. Something more than most people had. Was this how all wolves were? Then the canines sort of appeared behind the lips. For a second Alexis wanted to touch them. But that would’ve been a bit of a weird request. The warlock girl might have been young, buts she wasn’t stupid. She knew Sombra was joking. Sort of. She knew it, but also hoped it.[color=9e0b0f] “Well.. I prefer not to find out how hard you bite. I don’t want to be a werewolf.”[/color] She said, suddenly realizing that it might sound a little offensive. [color=9e0b0f]“Not that being a werewolf is anything bad to be!”[/color] Was it?

[color=9e0b0f]“What’s the matter with your mom?”[/color] asked Alexis. Aren’t parents supposed to love you? Sombra made it sound like her own mother was hunting her! Alexis had her own fights with her parents. But at the end of the day, deep inside, she knew she loved them and they loved her. So she could barely understand how parents could dislike their own children. Their own flesh and blood.

Then Miranda’s name dropped. Realizing she knew the name, her head snapped towards Callie. [color=9e0b0f]“Why…Miranda…?”[/color] Alexis asked rather confused, taking a step back. She remembered rumors. That her brother felt too big for Klamath. Or worse, that he got in trouble with the police and his mother had to cover up for him. Alexis never cared for the rumors. Why would she? Miranda wasn’t really her friend. [color=9e0b0f]“Are you…”[/color] But then the similarities came up in James. [color=9e0b0f]“You are…”[/color] She could barely believe it. How big he looked. And how strong! For a second a flash of jealousy went through Alexis. She wanted to say to Sombra that she got lucky. Very lucky. But she was more surprised to see Miranda’s brother here. And as fate might have it, he was a wolf too. [color=9e0b0f]“You’re Miranda’s brother. And a wolf.”[/color] The statement was said with a certain amount of surprise. As she had found Callie, now maybe Miranda had found someone for her as well.

[color=9e0b0f]“Wait are you two married?”[/color][hr][hr][h1][color=00aeef]Cathrine Ezekiel[/color][/h1][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Road towards Klammath[hr][b]Interacting with:[/b] No-one[hr][hr]The engine was blaring. Air flowed through her long, blonde hair in the sunny early morning. Cathrine had driven through the night. Not because she had too. She didn’t have to do anything. She didn’t have to listen to anyone. If a photographer started to have some artistic meltdown over her coming in late, she’d just leave. What did she care? It had earned her the reputation of being a bit hard to work with. But that wasn’t true at all! Some people just needed to relax a bit.

She drove through the night because she wanted it. She wanted to feel the cooler air flow over her skin and the wind in her hair. She wanted to drive with the moon and stars simply because she could. And above all, she wanted to go fast. She wanted to hear her engine whine and roar, pushing her over the speed limit. How many cops were out at night? Maybe a handful? Besides, if one of the balding, middle-aged men dared to stop her she’d just show her puppy eyes, tell them her papa was dying and they’d leave her off with a ‘warning’. As if she’d even go to her father if he was dying. Well, she would, a week after the burial to literally dance on his grave. He tore away her wings and she’d never forgive him for that.

With the morning sun rising over the horizon, the model saw Klamath Falls in the distance. How beautiful, how calm, how so very boring. It was time someone who could raise a little hell would arrive. Deep down she hoped that an angel lived there. They wouldn’t be too hard to catch. Radiantly beautiful and always so far too good. Well, that made them easy enough. Predictable and easy to manipulate.[/center]