Times are Changing

[Thistle]

Was that supposed to make more sense? More spirits, legends, realms, and whatever he meant by border marches, barriers and resonances were all passing way over his head. Then to top it all off there were apparently homocidal freaks ready to kill him over something that happened god knows when.
Wait. How was he supposed to be sure he wasn't from one of those Pure werewolves. Even without whatever convoluted methods these people used to track who had what pedigree, Casey's family history was greatly lacking in branches. He wasn't sure he wanted to bring this up to these guys though. It didn't seem a good idea to say it might be possible he was a blood enemy.
Then he started talking about joining a pack. How much did he know about these people anyway? They seemed alright, but what if this was a if your not with us your against us kind of offer? Casey felt like he was being backed into a corner, so he started looking for a way out.
"Well, uh, thanks for the concern. Touching. Really. Right now I think I need some time to think this all through. You know, go home, get clothes on, get resumes ready." Casey glanced at the door.

[Firebringer]

Matthew looks Casey in the eye, deadly serious. "This last bit is important. Don't reveal your nature to humans. Such revelations rarely work out in our favor." He then relaxes visibly, giving Casey a sad smile. "I know this is a lot to throw at you at once, and I wish I could do a better job of explaining. If you want, we can exchange phone numbers. Otherwise, the best place to find one of us is Fremont Park. It's a tur, neutral ground. Even Pure can enter it and talk peacefully." And any who break that promise, Matthew thinks fiercely, answer to me.

[Thistle]

Like anyone would believe him or freak out if he tried to show him. Not telling anybody seemed an obvious choice. Of course if he went beserk again that might not be so easy.
"About the whole under wraps thing. Is there some way to know when something I just did is coming on? Just bar the door on the full moon or something?"
He would have liked to just thank and run but the look Matthew had given made him think that he might want to be especially clear on that point before leaving.

[Firebringer]

"There is no specific time during which that might happen again, no. However, our emotions are much stronger than humans' especially rage and anger. There will be times that your anger will seem almost overpowering. A state similar to what you experienced, called Death Rage, awaits those who give in." Matthew's eyes take on a distant look for a few seconds, and he shivers slightly, remembering. "If you allow yourself to give into your rage, the results are never pleasant."

[Thistle]

Well that was less than comforting, Casey thought. Now he was feeling more nerveous again. The world just kept getting larger and the amount of "happy pixie dust" wasn't helping. He really just wanted to go home now. A place he was in control, familiar with. He looked again at the exit.
"Great." The tone was more despairing than sarcastic.
"Well if that's all the important stuff I'm going to go have a panic attack in the comfort of my own home," he says in a way that sounds far to serious. Casey began to edge towards the door.

[roadnottaken]

"Don't forget, Casey. Fremont Park, when you're ready."

[Thistle]

Casey wasn't sure how to respond.
"Thanks," was the best he could do.
He shifted to wolf and trotted out, breaking into a run once he was out of sight. The feeling of deja vu didn't help clear his head any.