Taking a Stroll [Scarlette]

[candiedmusic]

Abigail moved slowing through Central Park. There was no need to rush today. Her hips swung, even without her knowing it, and her long blond curls shined in the morning light. She knew that it wasn't normal having just come from a hunt not to far north for her to be out and about, but today she felt as if she wanted the peaceful air of morning.

Well, perhaps peaceful wasn't the word Abigail was looking for. Cars honked and roared on the streets not too far from where she was walking towards a fountain. She could smell the exhaust clearly from where she was. If only her clan did not have to move every time a lycan made a mistake they would still be in the mountains in Colorado.

Abigail shook her head with a small smile on her rosy lips. Things happen like this for a reason. Never shall she take country air for granted but neither will she take being together for granted. Abigail sighed as she made it to the bubbling fountain that had been her destination and sat on the edge. She hitched her white dress up so she could make such an action but it hardly went up farther than her knees.

Abigail leaned back on the fountain, letting the sun lick at her already golden skin as her emerald eyes closed gently. This morning was grand. For once there was no bickering or fighting on a hunt and there wasn't any sort of attack upon them. Perhaps here they were safe. Perhaps the others with views like theirs were here too.

I am foolish to think that any other clan would believe in co-existing with humans. Abigail scolded herself as her eyes snapped open and she turned so she could face the left and allow her fingers to trace the water.

Maybe one day every lycan, vampire, and human would think along the same lines of the Clearwater Clan but for now it was a good to just be where they were; alive and together.

Abigail brushed these thoughts away. She was here to have a good morning, not make herself depressed. She'd be waiting for that when she went back home to all the bickering. Abigail rolled her eyes with a chuckle.

She stood and flicked her fingers at the water. Today would be warmer than yesterday; perhaps that was an omen for her already. Abigail didn't care though, as she stretched her arms above her head and began to walk down the path again. Today would be better, she told herself. Today she wouldn't care who she came across.

[ladyvelvette]

She was running. Running again to get away from the crowd that approached her without much interest beyond the flesh. Her skin was no longer smooth, but riddled with goose bumps. The midnight hair on the little woman fluttered wildly about her as she sped away, her bosoms bouncing with every swift step she took, arms out as she struggled to keep balance in the pin heels she only wore to work. Teal eyes wide and sparkling with tears, she kept watch for any diversion she would be able to put to use.

She knocked trashcans over, pushed humans under as she leaped over them. Her soft pink lips parted as she sucked in air and gasped out, sobbing along the way. There were men behind her, following as best as they could, screaming after her. "Hey, wait a sec, pretty lady!" One screamed. Janja whimpered, hands becoming fists as she sped up, heels clicking as she did so--but her legs were beginning to hurt and so were her feet from the pressure.

"Miss! Wait a second!" Another of the trio yelled. One was holding her purse whilst the other two carried a shopping bag and a parasol. Her yellow spring dress fluttered and encased those shapely legs. Her mind was spinning. She was remembering why she was alone again. The only man who ever loved her had perished because of a greedy lad who liked her in her yellow dress. How she regretted wearing one this day--but it was so pretty out!

If only they hadn't approached her. She knew they wanted more than just to talk--well, not really. She only assumed the worst and took off running, dropping anything that might have been a hindrance. "Leave me alone!!" She wailed back in her high pitched voice. "You have food for your bellies, a purse full of money and my umbrella for sun-protection---ahhhh!!!" Onlookers watched as she ran through central park.

A woman panicked and pulled out her cell to dial NYPD. A couple of teenagers on their way to wherever stopped to look back and began to whimper, each gabbing away on their own cellular phones to report what was happening to whomever was on the other line. Men simply stopped and stared at her, one commenting that he'd chase her, too, if he didn't have to get back to work. The trio of men were closing in on her as she grew weary...

And soon, Janja let out a bloodcurdling scream as she stubbed her toe on a stone that had settled just outside the grasses, tumbling and skidding to a halt, scraping the delicate skin of her short frame. Being only 4'7" had its disadvantages when one was running away... Her stride just wasn't wide enough! "Leave me---" She began, rage causing a visible ripple in her body,"ALONE!!!!!!!!" The beast was beginning to surface and her teeth had begun to sharpen themselves, cutting her bottom lip.

Beautifully manicured nails were replaced with long, curved, sinister claws. As the men came to a halt before her, her arm came out, hand outstretched and digging into the gut of the nearest one--the one with the purse. She watched as his face contorted from terror to agony as she pulled him down by the innards. Once down on his knees, she lopped his head off with a smooth movement. Bystanders had begun to clear the scene, some acting as if nothing happened, others running in fright.

"BRENT!!!!" One of the gentlemen shrieked, tears instantly finding their way down his face.

"JESUS, LADY!! WHAT THE FUCK!??" The one with the groceries cried.

"Ahhhhhhh---Brent~~~!!!! Oh my God---"

"He was only saying good morning!!!"

"Brentley---" The gentleman with the parasol sobbed. "--my baby boyfriend... Oooohhhhh...."

"We were trying to get these back to you--"

"I just wanted--*sniff-snot-blubber*--to say--*sob-sob-sniffff* that your dress was... Pretty~~~~!"

The two remaining gentlemen dropped the groceries and the parasol where they stood. With a heavy sigh of relief, blood sprinkling and soaking her sunshine yellow dress, she leaned back after snatching the purse from the headless man's hand..

And people always said that a little help was never enough...

And when they were gone, it dawned on her. The man who had begun to cry, shielded his face and squealed--much like a woman. He didn't run away--he pranced away! These men were gay! They were no more interested in her than as a woman than a fly! Janja pushed herself up, letting the headless body slip away from her thighs, and brushed herself off with a groan. She hated men! No matter what shape and size, after the age of eight, they were all rotten to her, freed from so-called innocence.

Good Morning, New York!

[candiedmusic]

Abigail had heard the screams, smelled the blood and the lycan scent. She ran towards it, not careing if her own dress streamed a bit farther up from the air she unsettled. She didn't care if others looked upon her with frightened interest as she ran towards the commotion, she had to see what was happening to a fellow lycan. Perhaps she could possibly help...or die trying. Abigail wasn't far away from everything, she had heard a womans' screams but hadn't thought a thing of it. In New York it was common and she had found after the eighth time she had tried to help, no one cared.

Abigail came upon the scene, her nose scrunching at the smell of human blood and her eyes turning away at the sight of a dead human male. She did not want to be any where near here when a hunter came to investigate. However, her gaze did fall upon the small woman who was here. She smelled strongly of lycan and as such, Abigail knew it had been her that had done this. Abigail didn't feel as if she hated the woman for attacking the man. For all she knew it could have been self preservation as it commonly was for her kind, but she did know that she could help this soul.

"Madam, is everything alright?" Abigail asked in a soft voice, hoping the light breeze would blow her scent towards the woman.

Nothing seemed logical here, with all the cars and yells and humans, everything seemed to push the hunt into Abigail's veins. This human body was not helping with that either. They would have to leave here, and soon. Abigail knew that the next hunt her clan went on would have to be farther away this time. No hunter could find them, the hunter couldn't find them. Abigail continued to stare at the woman, her emerald orbs turning motherly and her pink lips beginning to form a concerned frown.

"Are you alright?" Abigail fixed her last statement, she had to as the other one was probably the most foolish one to ask.

Of course nothing was alright here. There was a human body laying on the ground between them and they were lycans in the wrong place. If a hunter was to come by, or the cops.

"We best move and quickly. We needn't hunters or police finding us here. There will be much for them to uncover about the both of us." Abigail stated, holding out a slender hand and hoping the woman would trust her.

[ladyvelvette]

The sickness was plastered on the little woman's face. A ferocious was emitted from her chest and she felt the violent ripple along her spine. No doubt in her mind. She was going to explode if anyone else came near her. She'd already had a horribl moring with three males chasing her... And now, a lycan was nearby..! She felt threatened beyond her words.

The sickness left her face. She contemplated her emotions... and soon her face was plain, livid with the feral nature of the beast within. She pushed herself up to her feet, eying the other lycan woman with the wild, teal eyes. She backed away slowly, crouching only long enough to grab her groceries and pick up her parasol. With a maddening smile, she stood as tall as she could.

With blood dripping from her jet black locks and her blood stained sun-dress, she looked like a Teresa gone bad in Barbie's World. She came to face the golden haired woman, her smile spreading into a sickened grin. "They.. they chased me. They chased me--GET AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs. A male officer had come to ask her a question or two, metal cuffs secure in her hands. His downfall--he was what he was. A male. A filthy, domineering male!

The tears were forming in her eyes and, before long, the long lashes could no longer hold them back as they spilled over onto her cheeks. She sobbed softly as she nodded to the female who questioned her... and her face crumbled. Now, she was a woman in distress. "P.. please get me out of h-h-here..." She hiccuped. "Please."

She hated men. She would always hate them, lycan or not. They'd be especially sorry if they were of the lycan race. "Please." Janja was breaking down before all, knees shaking, bladder close to releasing the orange juice she'd had earlier this fine morning. Her cheeks were stained a vivid red from the sheer embarrassment of the day. She would have to live with this-- live with the fact that the men whose lives she'd ruined were only trying to tell her they loved her dress..!

[candiedmusic]

Abigail stepped forward once the male officer stepped forward with questions. She didn't growl as the other woman had done before, she stepped calmly towards her and picked her from her ground with ease. "My friend here was so close to the attack. I don't know what it was, but it came out of no where and ran into the city. I think it went to down town. I'm not sure. Please, I must get my friend out of here." Abigail explained, her voice not as calm as before, but placed with false fear and concern.

Well, the concern was not faked. Abigail was terribly concerned of the woman she held in her arms at the moment. The officer nodded and turned back around, two other cars were pulling to the curb. Abigail backed away from the man, getting ready to scoop the small woman up and run for it if she needed to. Even in her human form Abigail was faster than any human. She had to be given the fact she chased around a six-year-old child everyday.

"Come on, dear. Let's get into the set of woods over here." Abigail whispered when she noticed the officer was heading towards the entrance to Central Park. She could only guess at what they would find when they headed down town. Actually, Abigail couldn't care less. She had done what she needed to do and that was all she was here for this day.

[ladyvelvette]

*gasp* A lie! She couldn't help gasping to herself when she heard what this woman was saying! Oh, how she abhorred liars and thieves--she believed that lying was denying someone the right to know. Well, in a sense, she'd just saved this officer's life, sending him in another direction. Had he come any closer, she would have mauled him before everyone and taken his 'pride' to be sure he had no chance of reprisal or reproduction if he just happened to survive.

Shaking violently, she pushed herself to her feet, not bothering to mask the look of disgust tainted by fear and anger. Just who was this stranger? She wanted to take her name and address to send her flowers as a thanks--she'd be on her way, now. But the fear was too much and she couldn't think clearly. Janja was unstable. One false move meant the devastation of lower Manhattan. With a slight nod of her head, she followed the woman's directions, headed to the woods just up ahead.

Now, she was plagued by curiosity. She had seen other lycans, murdered other lycans. She didn't care. She was proud of it since they deserved it, according to Janja's law of nature and ground. She didn't bother to look back to see if the woman was following. If she had any sense, she knew she would. The questions would come about soon. Who are you? What happened? Why..?

~Bring it on...~ Janja was saying, lowering her mental barrier. She was standing at 4'11" with the aide of her heels. Head lowered, black hair no longer holding the neat curls, and eyes looking up warily at her rescuer, she stood prepared for battle. It wasn't the first time she'd been attacked for inappropriate behavior in "society", according to countless dead lycans.

If..., she had to remind herself. If she was going to attack...

[candiedmusic]

Abigail felt releif when they hit the cover of the woods. Everything was so much better when surrounded by trees and greenry, or at least it was for Abigail because of her past and nature. Abigail smiled softly as her emerald eyes caught the female before her and heard the mental message. "Don't worry yourself, dear. I am not going to harm you. I do not agree that it was the most appropriate thing to do back there, but I do understand it. One thing we are, we cannot change it. We are a wolf and we wish to survive no matter who or where we are at." Abigail explained gently, motioning towards the deeper end of the wooded area.

"My name is Abigail Clearwater. I lead a small clan of lycans near Saddle Creek. May I ask of your name?" Abigail questioned gently now, having moved into a deeper shadow as she heard the perimedics at the scene. If one of them was a hunter than all lycans were in for a rude awakening.

Abigail allowed her senses to spread towards the 'crime scene' and listened quietly to the conversation.

"A woman said the attacker when downtown. We need to head there and check it out." The officer Abigail had spoken to said.

"These wounds weren't caused by a human. These are animal wounds."

Abigail felt her blood run cold. "We need to get away from the accident before they find us again. We need to get you cleaned up as well. There's a small creek near by and if we can wash off some of the blood I'll be able to grab you a new set of clothes from a store. Than we can figure something out so neither of us can be tracked," Abigail paused of her words, "by police or hunters." She finished in a whisper.