Robert's eyes were tired. His eyes were red with sleeplessness. It became very clear very quickly to Jenn that he had been keeping watch all evening as she had slept peacefully. She rolled onto her back and stretched her legs out, a pleased whine slowly emitting from her throat before she rolled back up to her stomach and slowly brought herself to her feet. He was looking at her in a strange way, almost deciding what to do with her.
It was shortly after this that she realized he was planning on leaving her.
She stepped closer to him, aware that she had abandoned her pack the previous evening by assisting him in his escape. Touching her nose gently to his she looked into his golden eyes, gaze soft, "Take me with you, Robert."
Robert's eyes narrowed in thought. Instead of answering immediately, he waited, contemplating the situation. Finally he spoke, his voice quiet.
"If that is what you want, then yes, I will take you. But Wroley, you should know that I am a mercenary, a soldier and a leader. I move around frequently and have many enemies who might wish to harm you."
He shook his head sadly, "There is little peace or quiet to be found in my line of work. Is that the life you want?"
He gazed deep into her eyes, unsure if she knew what their life would be like. He could not deny his feelings towards her. But he could not stop being what he was. Too many depended on him, his disjointed and misfit family of mercenaries and soldiers that he led. He could not stop caring for them, or leading them. And it was true, he had many enemies in the world. Moving operations back into Allondell was a dangerous move for his group, and there would be bloodshed in the future. For all of his wishes to know her better, he didn't want to thrust that life onto her without her full knowledge.
Jennifer knew about enemies. Oh yes, she certainly knew about that. But was she deterred by his at all? Not one bit. She wanted to go with him, to see what life could be like with one of her own kind. The wolves were lovely and all, but being with another werewolf? It would be completely different, "It's exactly the life I want." Too long she'd been rolling over beneath her Alpha's muzzle, begging forgiveness for eating too much of the kill before bringing it to the dens. Too long she had been deprived of a real friendship. Too long the touch of a man had been her only connection to the real world.
Robert nodded his head once with finality. "Then it is settled. I have friends nearby, just outside the forest. But before we meet them, I must go somewhere, it's not far from here, a few minutes run. It was my reason for first coming here, actually."
He stepped outside of the cave and looked back at Wroley, "Would you like to come? Or wait here. I will not be long."
He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted her to do. In truth he was returning to a grave. A two-century-old grave, dug for the first and only woman he had ever loved in his life. He wasn't sure what would happen when he reached it. Or if he wanted Wroley to see him like that. But he felt he needed to give her the choice.
There was a sudden tension in the air, the way he spoke, and between them. He seemed rather nervous about having her accompany him, and she did not wish to intrude if it were not his wish. No, she would leave him to his work and meet him somewhere else. Stepping forward she nuzzled his neck with the top of her head gently, "I suspect this is something you would rather do on your own. Where may I meet you, Robert?" Thoughts flashed through her mind then, including the fact that she would not be able to return to her pack to say goodbye. This new male's smell would be recognized and she would be killed. It would do neither of them any good.
Jennifer turned toward the mouth of the cave and looked out to the shadows of the forest, "I trust that I'd not want to run across your friends on my own."
Post by Steinerman on Jun 12, 2010 17:04:37 GMT -5
Robert nodded his head in appreciation, it was something he had to do alone. But...no, he had to ensure her safety first. He stretched carefully, making sure he was ready for the short run. "You are correct. We will meet my men first, and then I will make a run back into the forest to my destination. Safety in numbers, if the pack tries anything..." For a moment a truly frightening smile crossed his features, "My Outcasts are more than a match for a pack of mangy dogs. They will not bother you if you're with my men."
He stepped slowly out of the cave, his every move deliberate and measured. He turned his head back to glance at Wroley, "Are you ready? It will not be long to my men."
The young she-wolf smiled and lowered her torso, stretching out her back and rear legs, "Most certainly. It will be an adventure, and I have not had a good one in a long while." She stood up straight, head high as she beamed with excitement. She was rather looking forward to being able to spend time with another of her kind, and certainly with his companions. She wondered if they were were-creatures as well, or simply purebreds.
Crouching low to the ground she prepared to run, excitement and concern both fueling her to follow Robert to wherever he would lead her.
Post by Steinerman on Jun 29, 2010 11:52:05 GMT -5
Robert laughed heartily and then took off like a bullet, speeding through the trees and underbrush, wary of his old pack. Though he was reasonably sure they wouldn't bother he and Wroley in daylight, and if they did...well, he always had the cursed Loup-Garou to fall back on, though it most likely would startle or frighten Wroley to see him in a third form. Most Werewolves didn't have three different forms to shift into, especially such a monstrous one as the Loup-Garou he could transform into.
A quick check behind revealed Wroley was more than keeping up, seeming to quite easily stay a foot or so behind him.
Through the forest they sped, slapping branches out of the way and easily flowing over most obstacles. What they couldn't leap over they danced around in a quick pitter-patter of sideways movement.
A short time later they exploded from the foliage out into the open sun. A few hundred feet away sat a trio of military-style Humvee's, each with a vicious-looking .50 caliber machine gun sitting atop their turrets. Surrounding the vehicles were a dozen or so men and women in the standard gray's of the Outcasts Mercenary unit.
A few of the men spun and raised their assault rifles at his approach, but Robert quickly called out "Hold you fire men, the other wolf is with me. She's a friend."
Immediately the soldier's lowered their weapons and shouted back welcomes to their leader. Robert smiled, it was good to be back with family.
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As the sun hit Jennifer's pelt she closed her eyes, coming to a stop at Beowulf's side before opening her eyes to...
The sight of guns pointed at her body sent the wolf into defensive mode. She crouched low, teeth bared angrily, ears pinned flat to her head. A fierce growl sounded from her throat and her tail tucked between her rear legs. Her eyes narrowed angrily and she was about to turn around and run when the deep voice of her companion sounded.
The guns lowered and slowly she straightened, relaxing her muscles just enough to appear harmless, but not enough to be entirely unprepared for an attack.
Robert smiled, his tongue lolling out happily, no one had gotten shot. And though he could easily sense Wroley's wary stance, it wasn't terribly worrying. "Men, this is Wroley. Or Jennifer if she prefers. In case you hadn't guessed it, she's another werewolf, she'll be traveling with us for some time."
He glanced up at a thirty-something human woman with close-cropped blond hair, "Lieutenant Val, can the women possibly find some clothing for Wroley? I doubt she'll want to travel as a wolf all the time."
The Lieutenant nodded her head, "Can do, sir." She turned to another woman behind her, "Sal, see if we can find the lady some clothing."
Robert's wolf smile appeared again. Here, among his Outcasts, he was at his most comfortable. "Many thanks, Val. Now, I must make a quick return trip into the forest, I got sidetracked by my meeting with Wroley. I shall return in a few minutes. Take good care of her while I'm gone. Make her feel welcome."
With that, he was off and running again, moving like a bullet back into the forest.
The lieutenant with close-cropped blond hair caught a pile of clothing tossed by a few of the other soldiers, and then slowly approached Wroley. "Well, the Commander picked up another stray it would seem." She said, not unkindly. "We're going to move out as soon as he's back, we have places to be. Would you like to get dressed now? Or do you prefer to stay a wolf?"
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Slowly and carefully, Wroley sat down in the grass and watched the movement around her. Clothing was tossed here and there and eventually compiled into the arms of one woman who then began to approach her. The wolf's muscles tensed and she suppressed a growl of annoyance when she was named 'stray'. But she relaxed a bit as her voice continued to meet the air. She didn't seem threatening, and Wroley was certain that her fangs were more than a match for her throat.
Her gentle, melodic voice sounded in response, "I will dress now if you will show me where I may do so." She blinked softly, "I would rather be dressed when I meet these men for the first time. The last time I neglected to do so things did not end well." A wolfish grin crossed her face and she stood up, nimble legs more relaxed now and ready to follow the other woman elsewhere.
The Lieutenant cast a glance backward at the men lounging by the side of the vehicles. With a brief smile and comfortable shrug of her shoulders, she replied, "Wha? Them? They're all perfect gentlemen, believe me. Whatever we start out as, monsters and demons and men and who knows what else, when we join the Outcasts, we join a family. But still, you might have a point. They'd feel like jerks if they watched you get dressed."
She spun and shouted out to the soldiers, "Fanen, the lady would like some privacy while she changes. Take the boys and grab a smoke on the other side of the vehicles, no peeking or you'll answer to Thomas for it." She ended the threat with a wink and a jovial laugh, indicating she wasn't terribly serious about it. She then turned back to Wroley as the male soldiers nodded and vacated the area.
"There we go. They'll not peek, believe me. Some of the newer guys might have thought about it, but mentioning our dearest Thomas puts the fear of god into them. The new kids are always terrified of him. By rights it should be him here with the boss, but he had a mission in Tsuminar, and Robert thought it would be good for him."
She nodded towards the clothes, "It's perfectly safe to dress here if you'd like, or if you're still worried you can hop into the back of the one of the trucks and change there."