A Hunting We Will Go (Gangrel)

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon Connery stands by himself at the edge of a small lot enclosed by trees. The noise from the highway nearby is his only company, thus far. Inexplicable to anyone who cared to look, which there hadn't been, is how he got there. There is no vehicle nearby.

It's the corner of Forest Hill and Lake Clementine Roads, a ways up into the countryside Northeast of Folsom, but not quite to Georgetown. And it is far from Sacramento. Schedules had been cleared, the Herald Dillon guards is busy and safe at an undisclosed location, and he has the entire night. The Priscus of Gangrel trusts in the abilities of his cousins that, if they can't get back into town before the night is over, they can take Haven in the soil at the very least.

Dillon is dressed simply in blue plaid, a green undershirt, a pair of jeans, and rugged boots. Muscular arms are crossed across his thick chest, but Dillon doesn't look like a bruiser. His frame is well-balanced. Obviously just as capable of lightning-quick action as he is of crushing power. And that's without the blood.

The Beast that stalks within his psyche is eternally angry. Hateful. Snorting ash and cinder with six canine nostrils, it is always sniffing at the air for another to challenge. But its master's hand is eternally on the leash. Ready to drag the thing to heel.

He has proven his control. As strong as the hellhound is, Dillon is stronger.

So despite the restless creature, the Gangrel Priscus stands calmly, and waits. And hums a tune.

[Swift]

A raven soars out of the night sky with the shadow of a bat appearing at the same time. It flaps its wings as it settles down near the site and shakes itself, fluffing out its feathers. As it does so it seems to swell slightly before forming into Dr. Swift.

Dr. Swift brushes off his duster and checks his hat for any stray night-dust before setting it back on his head. He glances up at the bat behind him ( James Calloway ). He nods in greeting to his Priscus. "Dillon. Good to see you out here. What's on the agenda tonight?"

[Emma French]

Emma dressed to kill...or at least hunt... in jeans and a black tank top. Hair pulled back into a ponytail she jumped in her red jeep and headed out to the meeting spot. Even though she left early a few were here ahead of her. "Hi." She said with a grin. "Dr. Swift, did you take the 'as the crow flies' route?" she asked brightly. Emma smiled softly at Dillon, he probably had come as that big beautiful dog that made her want to scratch his ears and nuzzle his fur. One day soon, she would be able to change too. But she would be a cat. Fast sleek and wildly independent. Emma mentally sighed at the thought.

Somewhere inside her, Emma's beast screamed and whined. Beast wanted blood and knew tonight she could run free. Freedom freedom freedomcried beast. Dark thoughts darker desires flooded Emma's senses. Death, blood, lust, kill. Outwardly Emma continues to be a bright cheerful outdoorsy kinda girl.

"Who else are we waiting on?" She asked casually trying to mask her impatience , or at least beasts impatience.

[Tracy Burns]

A loud screech is heard in the night, as what appears to be a hawk glides above the group of gathered Gangrel. The bird of prey descends swiftly, perching itself on a large rock nearby. After a couple of seconds, the animal starts to change at an inhumanly fast rate, giving form to the Clan's Whip.

Tracy, now sitting on the large rock offers her cousins a little smile. She's wearing her usual getup, consisting of jeans, a red tank top, her black leather jacket and her combat boots. The petite Deputy also has a feather stuck in her fiery red hair, but seems unaware of its existence. Her innocent smile hides the fierce Beast howling inside, which she quickly subdues as she tilts her head to one side and cracks her neck loudly.

"Hey! How's everyone doing?" said the redheaded Savage, a devilish sparkle flashing across her emerald green eyes. "Y'all ready for a little hunting?"

-1 Vitae for Shape of the Beast, -1 Vitae for Vigor

Hawk

[James Calloway]

-1 Vitae for Shape of the Beast

James Calloway kicked it old school.

Old motorcycle. Old leather jacket, now sacrificed to the Goddess. And traditional vampire bat form, that flew in a few seconds later and landed next to Swift. From the Bat came the Man, growing and shifting into a kneeling position as James grew from the little flying rodent.

"'Evening, everyone..." Jim said with a grin, nodding to Tracy and Dillon. He looked over at Swift and said, "You're quick!"

Swift had the endurance on him, he had no problem admitting it, but it was still fun to race through the air, feeling the wind on his face. In fact, it reminded him a lot of riding... except without a seat. Or legs.

[Swift]

Dr. Swift smiles in greeting to the others as they arrive. "You could say that, Emma."

As Tracy and then Jim descend he notes, "Looks like we have our own air brigade as well. I'm always ready for a good hunt. What are we after tonight?"

-1 Vitae (retroactively) for Shape of the Beast

[Emma French]

Emma grinned as Tracy then Jim swooped in. Emma was pumped, totally charge to hunt. Blood lust was knawing on the corners of her mind. Beasts rhythmic chants were sounding like savage drums in her ears. For once she didn't try to shove beast down, instead she allowed beast to stay giving her extra strength, desire, and passion to hunt. This was what she was made for, this was her. Not the controled quiet archeologist, but a powerful, hungry hunter. And this was her pack. Emma looked around at the faces of the others. She belonged with this group. More so then any pack she had been with in other towns, other lives. She smiles softly, then with a wicked gleam in her eyes she says, "I'm hungry, what's for dinner?" Emma looks towards Dillon, and rubs her stomach.

[Dillon Connery]

There is a noticeable pause before Dillon answers Jim's comment on the Doctor's speed with a bright quip. "Don't you mean swift?"

Corny, yes. But the Priscus grins anyway. It helps to cover the momentary melancholy nostalgia that nearly overwhelmed him. If Tracy's bird shape had been more like Corbin's Great Black Hawk, it would have looked remarkably like Shades of Cerberus flying again.

Then he shoves the thought aside, realizing that his corresponding creature in the trio was Calloway.

Adonia is a prettier Raven than Swift, anyway.

Nodding his greeting to everyone, and returning the smiles in a general way, Dillon speaks after a glance to the road. "We'll wait a bit and see if Mike or Mister Griffiths intend to show. They may have had a longer drive. Or didn't scorch the roads like Emma must have." The smile widens to a grin again, at that.

"Can't wait too long, though. We've got something big to track down. I'll give you all the rundown when we're pretty sure no one else is coming."

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy couldn't help but let out a little chuckle at Dillon's joke, flashing him a grin when he lookd her way. She couldn't help but be excited by the prospect of the whole clan hunting together as a pack, which reminded her with some of the nomadic Gangrel she used to ride with before her arrival to Sacramento. However, she didn't get any feelings of nostalgia, for she was in a much better place now anyway.

"Something big?" asked the petite redhead with a mischievous smile on her lips. "Well, you know how that saying goes...the bigger they are, the harder they fall." She gave them all a playful wink before letting out another laugh.

Hmm, I wonder if we are going after a bear? What else could be bigger than that around these parts?

[Roxie Hart]

Roxie pulled up in her pick-up. A ’99 Mazda cause it was her type of truck. Not flashy, not prestigious but it got the job done. That is, if the Regent had style at all. She didn’t reply to the text cause it wasn’t her thang. She liked to remain somewhat of a mystery.

Wow, this is certainly in the sticks. Dillon picked a hell of a spot. There was that strange part of her that liked the excitement of a hunt. That, and she tried to do better to keep up with family. Or make sure the pack knew she may not have been Whip or Priscus, but she was still Alpha female. Longest Grel in the Domain other than Dog. Even so, she respected Dillon who whipped them all into shape while maintaining their roots, like tonight. Fuck you Katrina Sherbitchsky.

As she walked up to them, a cig was in her hand. The leggacious Regent smoked like it was her job outside of court. Perhaps it was a fuck you to the California laws. Leather jacket, jeans and some token boots that looked a little on the biker side.

Her head bobbed a nod. “Dillon, Tracy.” Of course the most important people left her mouth first.

“Doc Swift, Emma.” Another quick head raise. Then she saw Jimmy. “Jim.” The Regent’s smoke blew in his direction.

“Don’t tell me the party started without me.” It could have been a dry joke. Well, one person would get it only cause he’d been around longer than the rest. Other than a mangy man who wasn’t there.

Roxie, without the fucking coffee of course