Standing orders

Apr 20th, 2011 01:26 PM

Gibbous Moon

Stefan had slept for about an hour after his last singing gig. His throat was raw, and the pain woke him. He stretched, grumbled a curse under his breath and grabbed water off the bedside table in his motel. It didn't soothe him, so he rolled out of bed and figured he'd go looking for an all-night store. He could probably get some lozenges or something. He pulled a rumpled t-shirt on and headed out of the small motel room.

He looked up at the moon, peeking out from the clouds overhead and rubbed his temple. He'd got some spare cash. Maybe he'd take the night off tomorrow and sleep in. Seemed like the best idea, really. Probably coming down with something. Just his damned luck.

**Lesingnon** · Apr 20th, 2011 11:58 PM

Moon is Gibbous

Tired though he might have been, Stefan just doesn't seem to stay that way out under the light of the moon. In short order, he seems to be full of restless energy. Possessed of a sudden and indescribable need just to move. And his mind...for some odd reason starting to churn through tales and legends he'd heard throughout his life.

But hey, it's just a burst of energy. Stranger things have happened...right?

Apr 21st, 2011 09:44 AM

Beware the Skin-walker if you go into the forests alone. New shoes placed on the table means the wearer will die before the year is out.

Stefan ran his hand back through his hair and shook his head, as though that would clear it. He frowned at the thoughts that popped into his mind. It didn't really make sense. Maybe he was tireder than he thought and his brain had gone into freefall.

But he didn't feel tired all of a sudden. He felt alive. He rocked up on the balls of his feet. Maybe he'd walk a bit further, go to the store a little further away.

Throw salt over your left shoulder if you spill it. Beware the one who calls your name three times at midnight and no more...

**Lesingnon** · Apr 22nd, 2011 10:05 AM

Wandering steps eventually bring him alongside one of the parks dotting the city of Sacramento. A splash of green amongst the city's grey, one of the few vestiges of nature amongst the urban sprawl. And for just a few instants he sees something..more. The ghostly images of far more trees than the park actually contained, a veritable forest for those few brief moments. He also notices a flash of some manner of color deep within the park, though it soon disappears.

Apr 22nd, 2011 10:19 AM

Stefan hesitated for a moment, seeing the flicker of something at the edge of his vision in the park. The trees spiralled and he lost count of the way the area swam in and out of focus. Someething was moving. It was surely just a stray. He ran his hands back through his hair and kept walking towards it.

He was too old to be afraid of the dark.

What if it's the thing that killed mom?

Don't think about that. I've left that behind. Don't think about it.

Other thoughts blurred through his mind, confusing the train.

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride. Nail a length of wood at shin-height , and the hopping corpses cannot enter your house to drain your life-force. Breaking a mirror is seven year's bad luck. The one born with a caul over his eyes will see ghosts. Beware the seventh son of a seventh son.

**Lesingnon** · Apr 24th, 2011 03:34 PM

A walk turns into a slight trot, senses blur and sharpen, feet slide out of shoes, clothes tangle around legs before they're kicked free. And just like that it's a wolf loping through the blurred ephemeral forest in pursuit of that red flash. Though he's hardly content to walk it silently. He can feel the howl building in his throat; an urge to express the tales running through his head...and perhaps give voice to the chase that's beginning?

Apr 25th, 2011 03:37 AM

This doesn't make sense, Stefan the man thought, and then there was no thought at all, just stumbling and struggling because for some stupid reason, some idiot had wound him up in tangles of fabric. He tore them where he couldn't wriggle free, and loped forwards. Whatever that red flash was, it was his, his alone.

He threw a head back that was familiar and not, and howled with a mouth that felt the right shape. He howled with the thrill of it, as if someone else might be able to hear him and know that the hunt was on.

**Lesingnon** · Apr 25th, 2011 07:51 AM

The thread is now open for other wolves to arrive.

**Firebringer** · Apr 25th, 2011 08:26 AM

Matthew's ears perk as the howl echoes through the night. He knew that sound, the ringing call of glory that signaled a brother's awakening. With little hesitation, the Meninna bolts after the call, easily slipping between the shadows as he traces it back to its source.

**Matt** · Apr 25th, 2011 12:11 PM

Jordan had just paid the woman for his coffee. Luna you have perfect timing as allways. He though as he quickly walked out of the shop, dunking his coffee in bin on the way out.

Having quickly found a place he could change without being seen he shifted to wolf form and headed into the night in the general direction of the howl.

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