Yuki
Moonlight Manor
7:42AM
The young woman giggled quietly, smiling as he looked for words, flustered by her actions toward him. It wasn’t often that the woman had managed to take away her mates ability to speak in response to her kissing him softly. She rarely did get to kiss him, because he always turned away from her first or wouldn’t let her get as close to him as she was right now and she wanted to spend more time close to him, being allowed to touch him in the simple ways the two normally lacked between them. “I have to keep you on your toes don’t I?” The mother wolf said in response to him, smiling teasingly as he wrapped his arms closer around her. He pulled her close and held her gently against him, as if she would break because of his strength even though he knew full well that she wouldn’t break if he squeezed her a little bit more than what he did now.
“I’m not that breakable Damian.” Yuki laughed quietly, tickling the back of his neck as she touched him, his dark hair curling slightly around the nape of his neck where hers cascaded down her back and over his arms. Of course when she had gotten comfortable she saw him frown and look out over the forest again, worry creasing his face as he thought and she knew that he was worried about the loner in their territory this close to a full moon. They both knew what untamed wolves were capable of when they let the moon influence them as heavily as it affected them now; the effects that left the wolves chaining themselves up in basements to hide from the moon and their murderous urges by night and closer to the day they wanted little other than to breed or hunt. She had scented the female before and knew as well that it wasn’t a wolf like them; she was one that would allow herself to luxury of not caring and slaughtering everything that got in her way.
“Go.” Yuki’s smile faded and she looked out over her shoulder toward the area that the scent was coming from, no new blood was on the wind but she didn’t doubt that there would be more at some point in the near future. “You’re worried about the wolf.” She stated, sighing and pushing him away from her enough that she could lean back and have a half foot of space between the two of them and look at him more fully, her eyes darkening slightly in annoyance but she understood his need to go look into the problem with the stranger. “I’ll see you when you get back.”
Claudia
Town – Diner
8:00AM
Claudia had expected the girl to answer as she had, for the girl had said the same thing every time she’d come here regardless of how few and far between her visits were. The waitress nodded quietly, smiling still though she didn’t receive one in return from the customer sitting in the booth seat near the door, close enough that she could leave without trouble though she didn’t look as if she really wanted to quite yet. The pink haired girl could tell that the other was relaxing where she sat and she tapped the back of the other side of the booth quietly. “Coming right up,” She responded as another walked into the diner, a young man who walked with that city boy swagger that most people here lacked. He smirked at her when she looked at him and she rolled her eyes, heading toward the back to get a mug of coffee for the girl who sat not too far away from him now.
She came back with a white mug of coffee on a small white plate with a spoon and a few creams, milks, sugars and sweeteners so that the girl could pick and choose her combination as she liked. “Here you are; wave me over if you decide on something else,” Claudia referred to the menu still in her hands and set the plate down in front of her before going to attend to the young man who had walked into the diner. Picking up a menu on the way she made it to the table and set it down in front of him with a sweet smile. “How are you this morning?” She phrased the question just as she sat the menu down on the table and stood back up with her hands clasped in front of her, holding onto the pen and pad of paper that she often wrote orders on to keep track of each table and what for where she needed to bring it. It was a small place so it wasn’t usually a problem, but when it got busy it was a good way to keep track of everything that went on around the place.
The high school girl hadn’t really met the man who’d walked in today and considering the size of the town that was very strange for her not to know someone since everyone either came here for coffee in the morning or food later in the day at least once a week. A lot of the time the families came in to eat during the summer to avoid cooking inside their house in the heat or just to not have to cook that day. Her eyes were big and blue as they looked at him, staring and studying for a moment before she spoke again, pale pink lips parting around the soft words. “What brings you to town?”
Cassiopeia
Town – Square – Fountain
8:00AM
The young woman had taken lifted up her feet so that one of her heels was on the bench and the other was lifted slightly on the ground while her toes dance across the cobblestone, her shoes sitting beneath the bench where she left them before. Her head rested on her arm that lay atop her raised knee, her eyes closed and her breathing slow and soft. It appeared that the young woman was sleeping on the bench after a restless night of travelling. She’d had to get her own mode of transportation several days back when she’d left the city and ended up with an old car that someone had fixed up and given to her after she’d saved their life from a serial killer. The bench she was sitting on was wood, warm in the morning sunlight but damp from the spray of the fountain; her light hair was damp and several strand clung to her features as she shifted in her sleep. The sun was rising behind her and the light cast a light glow over her halo of light hair against her darker skin.
She was snoring quietly when the man came over and sat next to her, though the action of doing so snapped the young woman awake and into action without hesitation or a moment’s notice. It was good that there weren’t many people around either because when she’d actually opened her eyes she was standing with one foot on the ground and one knee on the bench with a knife pressed against the old man’s throat. Her eyes were an odd red colour, something rarely seen in anyone but an albino, but she clearly wasn’t such with her dark skin and the red markings on her face. She glared down at him, looking at the one who had sat down next to her until she realized that he was entirely harmless; He was just a man without a pack.
The young woman moved back, taking the knife away and closing it pointedly before sliding it back into her jeans pocket. “Sorry about that sir.” She said as she sat back down where she had been before though this time both of her feet where on the ground and she was leaning against the back of the bench quietly. She assumed the man had always sat on this bench, because those who often stayed in one place grew comfortable and developed a routine that they always stuck close to. It was one of the reasons it was so easy to point out rogue wolves like her.
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