Post by Bryce Lamkin on Apr 4, 2010 15:37:41 GMT -5
Bryce chewed slowly until her jaw came to a stop, her mind was trying to wrap around what Christian was saying, but it was hard to. Her hands were tainted, but she believed her actions to be justified given there would have been no other way to escape. The wolf within her had tasted human blood and not found it appealing, but she had heard of other werewolves who hunted mortals. She supposed that if such mutations were capable of creating functional beings, than those beings could suffer other mutations that would not hinder them much. Her idea of werewolves were towering beasts that knuckle walked, howling at the moon and pursued innocent humans, with no control of their animal side. Yet, she had not been turned into that, and neither did Sebastian turn into such a frightful sight. She recalled to have heard in passing that Rakav was a pure lycanthrope, born as such, and thus is bloodline was not tainted by ugly mutations... It was then that she realized that she had never seen in him form. Was he like the others of the pack, or was he different because he was alpha?
Swallowing slowly, she set the rib bone down, beginning to feel rather woozy. Reaching for another wet napkin, tearing it open with practiced patience, Bryce wondered whether she should answer. If he was from the FBI, acting as an undercover vampire whatever, then she should definitely not hand him any facts that might allow him to trace her. As she watched him in silence though, the napkin filthy after only one hand, she realized that maybe he was not the enemy. Her guard was still up, but that was because she felt alone in this fight against the law. Neither Sebastian nor Rakav knew of the happenings from last Spring, and though nearly a year had passed, she was certain the hunt would not be over. Then again, Ravenblack City was not some remote location; the government would have known this was a familiar place given her training. They had come, but who knew if they were still here? Her shack in the woods had been seized, and she dared not touch anything lest it led them to assume she was here.
Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, growing increasingly aware of the discomfort the lengthening silence ensued, she took a deep breath and answered. Vaguely.
I don’t know much about us, either. We live in packs—family, bloodline, that sort of thing—and we turn on the night of the full moon. I guess it’s not unheard of that people get killed by werewolves, but in out pack it’s against the rules... we don’t need human blood to survive, so...
There were rules, Sebastian had mentioned them in passing, though most seemed common sense. Of course, she had yet to learn of all the rules and responsibilities that pertained to the pack and her rank, but with Rakav absent so much, neither Sebastian nor herself paid much mind to the pack laws. Lately things had been so well between them that there was no need to bring up the others—Rakav was absent most of the time, Thera and Saber had disappeared—it was only them.
Swallowing slowly, she set the rib bone down, beginning to feel rather woozy. Reaching for another wet napkin, tearing it open with practiced patience, Bryce wondered whether she should answer. If he was from the FBI, acting as an undercover vampire whatever, then she should definitely not hand him any facts that might allow him to trace her. As she watched him in silence though, the napkin filthy after only one hand, she realized that maybe he was not the enemy. Her guard was still up, but that was because she felt alone in this fight against the law. Neither Sebastian nor Rakav knew of the happenings from last Spring, and though nearly a year had passed, she was certain the hunt would not be over. Then again, Ravenblack City was not some remote location; the government would have known this was a familiar place given her training. They had come, but who knew if they were still here? Her shack in the woods had been seized, and she dared not touch anything lest it led them to assume she was here.
Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, growing increasingly aware of the discomfort the lengthening silence ensued, she took a deep breath and answered. Vaguely.
I don’t know much about us, either. We live in packs—family, bloodline, that sort of thing—and we turn on the night of the full moon. I guess it’s not unheard of that people get killed by werewolves, but in out pack it’s against the rules... we don’t need human blood to survive, so...
There were rules, Sebastian had mentioned them in passing, though most seemed common sense. Of course, she had yet to learn of all the rules and responsibilities that pertained to the pack and her rank, but with Rakav absent so much, neither Sebastian nor herself paid much mind to the pack laws. Lately things had been so well between them that there was no need to bring up the others—Rakav was absent most of the time, Thera and Saber had disappeared—it was only them.