Accepting Fate (Night)

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=4A6474] Annora walked quietly through the forest, the warmth of the sun spilled through the tops of the trees surrounding her. Her dark hair contrasting against her pale skinned complexion. As she walked she let her newly heightened senses explore the world around her. There was a loud roaring coming from ahead and she picked up the slightest scent of water. She was getting closer to her destination with each step and yet she found that the journey there, through the lively spring forest, was very enjoyable and she began wishing that her destination might have been just a little farther away. She looked down at herself and was slightly embarrassed at just how pale she looked. She normally wouldn’t be wearing something that showed this much of herself but the circumstances were just right. She twisted her head and tossed her hair back out of her face as she broke through the last line of trees and out onto the shore of the base of the Majestic falls. She had been dying to swim in the waters here since she had first laid eyes on the beautiful waterfalls. Walking over to a fallen tree trunk that sat just far enough from the shore that there would be no chance of any accidental splashing reaching it and sat down. Reaching down, her hands swiftly undid the laces of her shoes and slipped the off her feet. She pulled her socks of exposing her feet to the breeze, which was comforting after her little hike out here. She hadn’t planned on making the journey in her human form but she had taken advantage of the time to relax and just pretend that she was back home and everything was normal again. Getting up from the fallen tree she paced slowly to the waters. Dipping one toe in she felt a no chill against her skin. This of course was a wolf thing. Cold didn’t seem to bite with the same power as it used to. She waded out into the waters until they were waist deep and then she dove forward letting the waters overtake and surround her. She stayed under as long as she could stand to, swimming down to the bottom and then letting herself float lazily back to the surface. As she broke the surface the sounds of the birds chirping came back and the silence of the deep was broken. She let herself float there as she looked around. The colors were so much more vibrant to her now that she was more than human. The greens and blues came together in such harmony in this place. The sound of the falls seemed to be deafening but still she heard the other sounds of the forest. She grinned, ‘Perhaps this life isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.’ she thought happily as she took another deep breath before plunging back under the surface of the water and swam as close to the falls as she dared. The power of the current surged around from her and nearly overwhelmed her. She should have been scared but she just found it exhilarating and burst into laughter as she came bursting through the surface of the water. Wiping the water from her eyes she noticed something just off to her right and her head jerked swiftly in that direction to see someone there. Not that they were human, at least not fully. The light golden fur with cream colorings of this wolf were familiar to her but she didn’t recall having actually met the wolf. He was one of her fellow pack mates and Annora was feeling happy with her new wolf identity so she just smiled and waved at him, but that was all. She was still just a hair to timid and shy to actually start a conversation. _____________________ Word Count: 647

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ With the weather they had been having recently it was enough to convince Gethro to take a break from all the work. Normally he would have been on some patrol, however he decided that he deserved a break. The only thing that could have potientially stopped him was a command from the alpha, however he was determined that nothing short of an emergency was going to take him away from his relaxing day away from all the stress. The majestic falls was the most beautiful place in the territory, and he had been going to it ever since he was a youngster. As soon as he had woken in the castle that morning he had flown the coup, quite literally in fact, as he used the window instead of the main entrance. His room had a terrace on it, that he frequently used instead of leaving the normal way. This kept people from direct contact with him most of the time. Not that he didn't like to talk with people, its just that he was really more of a workaholic, a constantly on the move kind of guy. To get to the falls faster he ditched the regular trail leading there, and sprinted in his wolf form straight through the woods to its banks. As soon as he had arrived without stopping he leapt and plunged into its cooling waters while still in his wolf form. The intended purpose was to losen his muscles in that form. Since recently he had been working only in wolf form, he was very sore, and the run over probably hadn't added to his comfort either. Not that he wanted to admit it, but the water was probably doing wonders for his fur coat as well.He felt refreshed already as the dirt and grime floated away. Before he could totally relax however, he picked up a familiar smell. Turning his head to investigate what pack member had stumbled upon the place, he was surprised to see it was Annora. She was a relatively new member to the pack, and if he remembered correcty, she had been having lots of trouble accepting herself since her turning. Now he had seen her maybe once or twice, but it had only been quick glances, because he was always working and never really stuck around to chat unless he was off duty or something. He smiled as she waved and gave a toothy expression of happiness herself. He figured it would only be decent of him to go and properly introduce himself to her, though he also didn't want to impose on her swimming space. Sly thinking pointed out that she had in fact initiated the means of an invitation for him to join her in a matter of speaking, because of the gesture in the first place. The question was should he act on it? Since she was newer, he guessed that swimming over in there wolf form would be easier for her in some ways. He wasn't quite sure which part of herself scared her at first, the fact that she was still technically half human, or that she was now part wolf. He kinda wanted to bet that it was the second opinion the wolf usually gave to every situationno matter if asked for or not, and another thought process in your head, he guessed, could be frightening to someone not born in the pack. After a argumentally one sided argument with his wolf, he found himself swimming over to her. "Hey there, nice day isn't it? I'm Gethro by the way." _____________________ 645words.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=4A6474] Annora watched as the wolf swam over toward her. She was amused by how she was ok with a wolf swimming straight at her. She thought back to how she had been timid and nervous her whole life, just a young girl amongst such a large world of people. She would not be like that anymore. She knew it wouldn’t be that easy to change who she was but she was now put in a situation where she would either adapt or die. She was a wolf and she was determined to accept that, both in the good and bad. “Hey there, nice day isn’t it? I’m Gethro by the way:” the wolf said to her. She chuckled at the sight of a wolf speaking to a human and blushed a bit realizing that despite his wolf form he was still half human as well and a member of her pack as well. While her confidence was rising it was still a little shaky around new people, or wolves, or whatever they were. “Yes a very nice day, I’m Annora.” She finished her sentence with her eyes lowered, still feeling not quite comfortable in the presence of others. She knew that she would have to get over herself and pick the pieces of herself up and put them back together again, she was just afraid of what the new picture might look like. “Excuse me one moment please.” She said to Gethro with a timid smile. She plunged herself deep under the water and kept going down, and down as far as she could go. Once she had reached the limit of her downward journey she let the transformation take her and experience the strangest feeling. The transformation happened the same way as always but the water surrounding her still changed it somehow. She could feel her stark white fur surge from within dry yet instantly wet. With a great flurry of movement she made her way swiftly back to the surface breaking through the water. Expecting Gethro to be just in front of her she was thoroughly surprised when she didn’t see him anymore, but her nose quickly told her why. He hadn’t left… she had just come up in a different position. Turning slightly she realized that not only was he behind her… he was closer than before. “Any closer and I think I might have hit you.” She said with a little bit of embarrassment breaking through into her words, “Sorry” She apologized and stared into his eyes. She was finding herself fascinated by him. Most likely she was more fascinated by the fact that he had shown interest in her and was making an attempt at talking to her and she was just making a fool of herself. _____________________ Word Count: 462

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ The water seemed to mould to his body as he paddled to stay afloat. His inquisitorial brown eyes searched her for any sign of discomfort at his presence. He sharply had to yell at himself for doing so, afterall starring into the depths of her soul was not the most non- creepy means to accomplish his goal. In fact after he had spoken to her upon first venturing near, she had replied, but had also dropped her eyes from his in haste. Gethro felt like kicking himself for giving her reason to be shy. Real smooth, you scared her already. She's going to think im like every other male out there now, and not genuinly trying to simply meet her. His mind was doing circles trying to contemplate a way to fix his blunder. It came as a shock to him, when she muttered a few words , and then quickly dissappeared below the surface. He wondered where she was going? Well to get far, far away from me obviously.. The golden wolfs brows knit together in disgust at his luck, and his methods. He berated himself for not being careful about his mannerisms around her, because she seemed shy, and he should have, he should have known better. Though heartily delighted when she decided to resurface again, he was also admitedly startled. Instead of going away from him, she had returned in her wolf form, to continue their conversation he guessed. What had shocked him more, was that she was extremly close to him. In fact he was practically breathing on her back. He could feel her shock as well, and also noticed her movements to indicate as much, being that close it was hard for him not to notice. He being a gentleman, thought that he should back peddle a bit, to give her some space. Afterall he reasoned that she couldn't have come that close to him on purpose, she didn't seem the type. Before he could move however, she had already turned, and her lush vibrant eyes were meeting his dead on. He smiled as she was able to hold his gaze, which made him think she wasn't as uncomfortable around him, as he had feared at first. Though he still had to remind himself that she was new to the whole deal, she had afterall swam away to transform just then. He remembered to reassure her though, just in case she thought him annoyed or irritated about the fact that she almost hit him. He highly doubted he would have minded it much if she had. " No thats fine, no harm done at all." Changing the subject, and hoping to keep the conversation rolling as to avoid awkwardness, he spoke again trying to keep a general softness to his voice as he spoke." Your wolf form looks lovely, are you adjusting to it well?" Were someone spectating them, they might have laughed at the wolfish grin that Gethro was displaying. He was glowing with delight at being able to still talk with her, though he honestly had no idea why she excited him more then a talk with any other pack member would. It wasn't like he was very talkative anyway, so the whole concept had him puzzled. Still he wondered how she would respond, his curiosity though good natured, he hoped wasn't bordering on nosey. Thinking to give her an alternative topic should she wish to avoid that one particularly, he spoke again."What brings you out here? Not many from the pack venture down this way much." _____________________ 692words.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=4A6474] Annora thought about how she was adjusting and whether or not to tell Gethro about it. She knew that if she was being honest she would say that she didn’t know how she was adjusting. She had no basis to judge her adjustment off of. She knew no one else who had been bitten and turned into a werewolf. She hadn’t even thought that they existed when she had been human. It was strange for her in a sense that it was like she had been plunged into a great myth, a fairytale. She wasn’t quite sure if this was one with a happy ending or not. She still had so many unknowns to deal with and she was young. Especially in the eyes of the others. She was a mere child in their eyes. She was relieved when he offered her another topic to talk about and thus giving her a chance to opt out of answering his more… personal inquiry. “To be honest I just wanted a chance to get out and clear my head. This place is so beautiful and I thought it would be nice to go for a swim and get more acquainted with my new self.” She looked down and realized that she was steering the conversation straight back to where she had been so relieved not to address. Maybe this was something that she needed to talk about. She had no one else to share it with, no one else had ever asked. Sure she had only just met him for the first time but she needed a friend and she wasn’t going to be making any of those if she didn’t let down her guard. “I really don’t know how I’m adjusting. Everything is just so different now. I didn’t even know that werewolves existed not to long ago and now here I am.” She really wanted to talk about it now but the words just came pouring out faster than she meant and the filter between her brain and her mouth went out the window so to speak. “I mean sure you hear stories growing up, but everyone was intent on reminding you that it was just a story. Something someone made up a long time ago. Werewolves were fairytale monsters. They are beast. Vicious and cruel and hurtful.” Her eyes began to water and she shut them tight. She shouldn’t be doing this in front of him. He was a werewolf and here she was bashing him and his kind. She felt the transformation again and she was a human again and that just made things worse because now the emotions were displayed so much more clearly on her face. “They attacked me in the mountains. I could hear them howling through the night as they chased us down. They killed the others. Slaughtered them and left their bodies there. That was when I knew these were no wolves. They were to cruel to just be animals. Their eyes blazed with hatred as they attacked me and then blackness.” The tears streamed down her face. She had never told anyone the exact story of that night. She had always been afraid that it would come out just like it had. Like she hated her pack. She closed her eyes “I’m sorry. I’m just so afraid that they will find me. They hated me, I could see it. I’m sure they won’t be happy that I survived. That I am like them… a monster.” she hated herself for thinking that way. They couldn’t all be monsters could they? Sure the one in front of her couldn’t be a monster could he? He hadn’t attacked her or looked at her with hate in his eyes. “I’m sorry.” It was all she could say… _____________________ Word Count: 631

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ Echoing ripples from th rushing falls made the water that framed his silouette shimmer. Absentmindedly he looked at there reflections, taking in his own golden wolf and her white one. It was remarkable to him that she had changed forms at all, especially when she had opted to ignore the first questions he had good piritedly asked. Mentally he also berated himself for making her feel put on the spot or uncomfortable in other ways for even asking such a personal question from someone he had just formally met. She was so shy, a trait he was not used to encountering outside the younger members of the pack, the children to be more specific. It was not a disliked quality for her though, and he found that he quite liked it a great deal. All the prideful thick heads he had ever met, boasting about themselves and never showing how they felt in situtations like this one, situations that called for meeting new people. It was refreshing, and he wanted to keep her talking, make her comfortable. Being pack born he couldn't imagine what she was mentally going through. Something else also peeked his interest. She had to have been turned, and he wondered how. Surely he figured it was an accident because of her shyness, he couldn't picture her in a fight with a tempermental wolf. Gethro hadn't inquired about her, and never spoke to her, or the others about how she came to be with them. While she spoke, he momentarily pushed such thoughts aside to listen to her. He smiled warmly at her encouraging her. It was nice to hear that she had been out to admire the Majestic Falls, and to discover more about herself. It would definatly do her some good, it always seemed to helf him whenever he traveled here. She continued though, and he wondered if she knew that her answers were leading back to his first question. The one he thought she had been trying at first to avoid. Her head was cast down in contemplation or uncertainty, he didn't know, but he waited patiently. Something effecting her like this needed to be faced so that she would be at peace more, but she had to find that out for herself. As much as he wanted to , he could not help her decide when she was ready to speak about it. In a rush she spoke of the uncertainty, and of her confusion over the existance of werewolves in teh first place, which didn't surprise him. Not all packs tried to avoid showing humans what they really were, the Havren were rare in this world, all sharing the same goal. His heart tensed and clenched as she started to get uptight while mentioning the wolves as beasts, monsters, as the only explanation she had ever recieved fo what they were. At that moment he wanted to assure her that this was not always the case, but he kept quiet sensing she was not finished. Soon he regretted it though as she started to cry. Fighting to keep himself from trying to comfort her, knowing he might spook her instead, he held back barely, letting her continue once more. She went on to describe what had happened to make her a lycan, and it stung his being. She had been attacked, this innocent shy fragile looking person before him had been ganged up on and beatted, her friends killed in front of her eyes. Anger, fierce anger lashed to get out and hunt down her aggressors and seek vengeance on them. He noted her turning back to human form. She had probably let her control slip because of her emotions, but he didn't care. On top of it all, just when he was about to dash off on a mad hunt, she apologised. That shocked him speechless for a moment. After the horrible wrong towards her, she was apologising to him? That was it he needed her to not be as fearful of him, show her not all wolves were horrible mindless beasts. Swimming a little further towards her, he went to touch his face to hers, trying to remove the tears. He remained calm while moving trying his best not to frighten her." You never didn anything wrong. The wolves that attacked you were mindless scum, and while I can't promies there aren't more like them in this world, I can promise you this. There are none like that her in Havren, and we as a pack, and myself hopefully as a friend will personally protect you against any threats made towards you. Thats what it means to be in a pack, we are not all like them, and we are more gentle then most humans are taught. This is mainly because of our non- changing wolf cousins behavior, though they aren so brutal either. He waited to see how she would respond, hoping that she would be ok. _____________________ 880 words.

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