No Room for Two—Urjasz

[velvela]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

Moon high in the sky, darkness surrounded the area. The moon was not yet full, perhaps half way there, but it was no issue for the massive beast that patrolled the area, a dark shadow against the black background of the alleys. The creature was nigh invisible to the humans that went about their business, her patched pelt broke up her outline and blurred her with the backdrop. The only thing that announced her presence was the flash of yellow eyes when she passed a street light. Her claws clicked against the pavement and she passed a building, nothing more than a dark blur as she sped along behind the buildings. Chained fences were nothing for the massive wolf. She cleared them in one massive bound. The werewolf was on the hunt and out of her element, but she would make due. The she-wolf was used to hunting in the country, where the prey was bigger and meatier. However, she had to go out of her way to get to horses and cattle, so she had to deal with the stringy humans. It took her nearly twice as many humans as it did cattle for her to feel like she had gotten enough flesh, but the way she saw it Sophia Hunt figured that the human population needed to be controlled.

Finally, Sophia picked out her target and lifted her head, sharp ears rotated to face the man that looked like a good meal. Well-built, sturdy. . . . He surely would be the best choice and would perhaps tide her over until the next time she got a craving for meat. At that moment, a large eighteen wheeler drove past, tossing its noxious fumes into the air. The only thing that filled Sophia’s nose was the sickening scent of diesel fuel for several instances. She shook her head, and her senses cleared. Farther away now the man walked, and Sophia slunk into the shadows again before bounding over another fence. She kept to the back, keeping the man in eyesight between buildings as he walked. He was on the opposite side of the street from Sophia, but she could follow the man all night long until he came closer. She happened to have to wait a good ten minutes before he crossed the street. They were at an intersection, so Sophia was going to have to be quick about this. She waited eagerly at the edge of the shadows for him to come close, and when he was in the gap between buildings, Sophia took one large bound forward and lowered her head with a snap, fastening her jaws around his throat to silence any screams, and then disappeared into the shadows once more.

With a violent twist of her head, the man’s neck snapped and Sophia let the body drop from her jaws before she began her feast, ears pricked to listen for anyone. The people walking by the street were unaware of what was going on at the back of the alley, however a few who had been present were peering inside to see what had become of the man who had disappeared. . . and what that massive thing was that had taken him. Sophia dispersed them with a low, ominous growl that sent them scuttling away. She lifted her head to make sure that they were gone, and then nodded her head once. It wasn’t a smart move hunting in the middle of the town, but the park and abandoned district were where she went to get away from everyone. If she started to take prey from there, it would be crawling with a bunch of people who were trying to figure out what had happened to the bodies found there. That was something she didn’t want. . . people running around the places she wanted to relax. As she ate, her muzzle and chest slowly became damp with blood.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 655
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER Rawr
---------COSTAR Urjasz
---------WARDROBE See her profile for wolf form. Too lazy.
---------STAGE An alleyway
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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Full moon. The busiest night for the immortals. The young would be out of control and roaming free. Hunters would be on the prowl. Vampires....well actually they'd be doing their normal thing. Maybe watching out for the shifters though. One on one was normally rather one sided when it came to those two. Urjasz found himself walking the streets. He wasn't out for a drink, nor a hunt. He was simply relearning the streets and alleyways. Should he ever find himself in a situation he couldn't handle he liked to have a plan b. Urjasz liked to think he could take anything on, but he wasn't stupid. When the shit hit the fan, his survival became priority. Some would call him a coward but he'd get over that. He never did pay attention to the comments of the dead.

Normally he would take a night out each month to go trophy hunting, a sport he found took the edge of the month's "good behaviour". And it had the added factor of keeping the wolf inside him happy. The weather that night was fairly calm, the moon, although not at the highest point yet, was already in full swing. By now the young and weak shifters would be causing havoc somewhere. That or locked up. Or in the country. Or being hunted by hunters. He didn't miss being young at all. As his thoughts trailed on, he overheard a couple walking past, mentioning a man disappearing into an alley and some kind of growl from within. Humans. Fucking morons. Oh you saw someone disappear into an alley where there was later a growl. Yeah because that wouldn't be something dangerous...

Naturally, he became curious and headed the way they had come from. Switching to his smell sight, which he still needed to name, he could see everything in the area, even things hidden in the dark. When he saw the alley, he stepped back into the shadows of the other side of the street. That thing was huge. It reminded him of Daktari, but it was clearly a wolf. Now he had to work out if it was in control or a young wolf let out. Lucky young wolf if that was the body they got. He had no intention on taking it on directly, so he quickly turned and made his way up the building wall, not caring who saw him. Once he made it to the top, he walked across the roof and placed his clothes in a pile for him to find later. Shifting into his wolf form, he looked around for a way across.

Not seeing one, he went back as far as he could and then sped forward. Once he reached the edge he jumped and landed hard on the roof. Making his way to the edge of the alley, he looked down on the beast below but was interrupted by the arrival of a trio of hunters. Two directly made their way to the beast but Urjasz followed the one heading into the building. Breaking through the roof door, he began to sprint down the few stairs and soon came face to face with the hunter. The man had a sniper rifle in his hand and was clearly surprised to see Urjasz. With a hard slash, the man slumped to the ground as his head disintegrated from the force of the hit, spraying the room with blood. Looking left, there was a door leading to the alley and he burst through it, not knowing what to expect.

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[velvela]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

Sophia’s ears flicked subconsciously as vibrations hit her eardrums and alerted her that there was another at the mouth of the alley. She lifted her bloodied head and turned to looked at the alley, but whoever it had been was gone now. However, the small scraping sounds up a building and she let out a growl, stepping protectively over her kill. Someone had to be out there, watching her. Were they were going to scavenge her meal? That she wouldn’t allow. This kill was hers, and she was going to eat all of it so this other person was shit out of luck if they wanted anything to do with her kill. However, she was distracted from the creature on the building—werewolf in scent, so they must have wanted to scavenge her kill. Lazy bastard—when the sound of footsteps in her alley reached her ears—human in scent. Her lips drew back in a silent snarl, showing rows of sharp fangs and she slowly turned around to see two human males coming at her, both harboring guns and one had a long knife in his hand. Sophia let out a sharp breath through her nose and faced them.

“Well aren’t you a big bitch,” one of them sneered. Sophia lifted her head to make her even taller and she towered easily over the two men. They seemed a tad put off by her size for a second, but they soon got over it and started to approach her. Sophia had to commend the two for their bravery, but one lifted their gun to fire on her and Sophia lifted a paw and lunged, batting the thing down and stepping on it in the same motion, snapping the thing in a couple pieces before grabbing the man in her teeth and tossing him into his partner. The silenced gun went off and she felt a bullet lodge in her shoulder, but it might as well have been a bee sting compared to the torture she had been through before. Her thick hide helped, of course. The two men collided and fell to the ground on top of one another, and then one thousand pounds of muscle crashed down upon them when Sophia pounced. Her front paws landed on the man who had shot her, and she felt his spine snap under her weight, and then she lowered her head and caught the other man’s head in her jaws, making his skull collapse under her bite pressure.

The wound in her shoulder continued to bleed—silver bullets, of course—and she felt another hot pain in her side where a bullet she hadn’t noticed had pierced her. The werewolf nosed the wound in her side, then snorted and sat back on her haunches, lifting her back paw to scratch at the wound, gouging more skin apart and making the hole bigger and bigger until the bullet came out. She bent her body and did the same thing with the wound in her shoulder with a little more difficulty, but she was nimble and flexible. The bullet eventually fell out and hit the ground. Sophia stood up again and looked at the bodies with disdain. Bodies she wasn’t going to be able to eat on her own. Two of them, maybe, but her original kill was bigger than these two men. Perhaps only one and a half, then. Shaking her head, she started back to her other kill to finish it up, then whirled around when she heard a door open. Immediately she stepped over her first kill and drew her lips back threateningly again at the site of the other wolf she had sensed before the attack. Where had he come from? What are you looking at, fleabag? she demanded rudely.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 631
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Urjasz
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE Alley
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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Urjasz was no small wolf, but even he had to look up at the creature infront of him. She was shorter on all fours than him, but were she to stand on her hind legs, she'd be taller. Her blood was sprayed across the alleyway, her scent filling the alley completely. The two men were quick dead, but not torn apart. She intended to feed from them. Up until now he had observed, killed from a distance, but now he was infront of her and there was no real time to think about it all. Judging from her communication with him, she wasn't exactly a team player, but it confirmed one thing; she was in control. "You're in a very public place for these killings. I might get away with it, but someone your size, it's very public. Hunters are finding you easily. Fleabag eh? I'm not an amateur at least."

Standing on his hind legs, he lifted his arms out, extending them, trying to make himself look slightly larger. Bones shifted in his body and soon spikes began to protrude out his skin, raised like a set of fur on guard. Snarling, he took a half step towards her, before lowering to all fours, the spikes sliding back into his body. "Don't act like you're better than me. Otherwise I'll be forced to knock you down a notch." She was a trophy to be had, but he wanted to have her make the first move. If she did not, she would live. With a single bound, he flew up the alleyway and landed on the roof. Flicking his head back, he howled up at the moon as loud as he could, knowing it'd draw any nearby hunters. Looking back at the alley, he turned to face it, waiting to see what she did.

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[velvela]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

The she-wolf made a noncommittal grunt and her thick pelt bristled with anger, making her seem even larger than she already was. Her tail lifted slightly to sit parallel with the ground, quivering slightly. Sophia was not unused to meeting creatures taller than herself, but she was still better built that this obviously male werewolf. Not many out there were half a ton in weight, and were she capable of standing on her hind legs like a biped, she would have dwarfed this wolf easily. “You're in a very public place for these killings. I might get away with it, but someone your size, it's very public. Hunters are finding you easily. Fleabag eh? I'm not an amateur at least,” he mentioned, causing Sophia to snort with contempt and snap her jaws together with a loud and audible click, and her chest rumbled with an angry growl. The hunters are nothing but flies buzzing around my head. Easy to squish, she remarked while scratching the pavement with her claws. Was he hostile or was he simply trying to portray the fact that he wouldn’t be taken down easily? Perhaps both, judging by the way he brandish some special power. Sophia paid him no mind and didn’t even looked impressed, her eyes narrowed and flashing with rage at being interrupted.

I am not impressed or frightened by your parlor tricks, mongrel. I shall act however I like, especially when it is true! she retorted with a snarl as she watched him leap. Her tail made a short lash and she pawed at the ground, scoring a gouge in the pavement. Now run along before I hand your own ass to you Sophia snorted and turned back to her meal, flicking her tail dismissively toward the other werewolf before lowering her head to tear a rib bone free from its cage, snapping it in half with her paw and teeth, gnawing at it and savoring the marrow she fished from it before shoving her muzzle deep into the dead man’s insides and tearing around inside, devouring everything she could reach, her head becoming slick with the warm blood of the man’s insides. Once he had been gutted of all the edible entrails, she started to work at the meat. The werewolf she was bantering with was not worth her time while she was feeding. He was only interested in throwing his weight around, and Sophia had had enough of men like that in her time. Perhaps if he continued, she would take her anger at her brother out on him.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 428
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER Digging your own hole!
---------COSTAR Urjasz
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE An alley
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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And so he waited. And waited. And waited. But she didn't follow him. Instead he could hear the noises of the hunter's being eaten and he sighed to himself. She was a class A bitch and clearly thought herself better than him. But he wanted to understand her a bit better, despite the constant risk of being torn apart. He was yet to see if she was fast, but her size made him doubt it. Repeating the same process as before, he leaped across the road, landing back where he had shifted. Changing back to his human form, he placed his clothes back on and looked back at the alley. With a single sidestep, he fell gracefully to the ground, catching himself with a soft bend of the legs. Pulling a cigarette out, he proceeded to light it and he watched the alley once more.

Walking across the street, he didn't rush nor did he linger. Once he was at the mouth of the alley he continued to walk, passing her as she fed. He only stopped once he was inside the alley and placing his cigarette in his mouth, he began to shift through items in the alley, eventually finding a strong wooden box which he placed on the ground. Sitting upon it, he faced her and drew a breath from the cigarette. "I'm not here to steal your meal. I've already eaten. What I want to know is...well can you even control the beast inside you? Fending off anything that comes your way. Must be a lonely life. I imagine you're on the move alot. I've not seen you before and well frankly you're hard to miss. You can be rude to me, I don't care. Everyone needs to have some social life sometimes."

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[velvela]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

Sophia lifted her head and looked around, then tilted her head up and took a few whiffs of the air. The wolf had gone. Had he been expecting her to follow? Or had he gotten the hint and taken off with his tail between his legs? Either way, Sophia was content to finish her meal. It would have been better had she had a nice fat milk cow to gnaw on, but these humans would do. She was becoming saturated in the blood of the bodies, though she was not entirely full, even after finishing one and a half of the men she had killed. She could scent other blood coming from somewhere else, but that didn’t matter to her. She was having her meal, and that was all the massive werewolf cared about. She lifted her head slightly and drew her pink tongue over her jaws, clearing some blood from her muzzle and she snuffed angrily as she realized that someone was coming. Again. Could she not eat in peace? Of course, this was what she got for hunting at this time of the night and in the middle of the Big Apple. She would have to move soon, as this lack of privacy and personal space was just bothering the hell out of her.

It was that wolf. Sophia lowered her head and her hackles rose, creating a threatening stance that showed that she meant business. A fierce growl rose in her chest as she watched his progress through the alley, her fur bristling and her teeth showing. Sophia might not have been a young pup, but she was completely feral and acted as if she had no control over her transformation. However, this was just how she was. The man passed by her and Sophia snarled, snapping at his legs to let him know that she meant business and that she didn’t want him near her. He said nothing to her and that was perfectly fine with Sophia. Once he had settled down on a crate, Sophia kept turning her body so she could watch him, but lowered her head to continue her meal, eyes still on him in case he wanted to pull a fast one on her. “I'm not here to steal your meal. I've already eaten. What I want to know is. . . well can you even control the beast inside you? Fending off anything that comes your way. Must be a lonely life. I imagine you're on the move a lot. I've not seen you before and well frankly you're hard to miss. You can be rude to me, I don't care. Everyone needs to have some social life sometimes." Was this wolf really trying to make small talk?

With an annoyed snort, Sophia lifted her head and drew her tongue over her muzzle again while she stared the man down, towering over him easily in this weak human form of his. Was he trying to show that he didn’t want to fight, appear nonthreatening? Well it was working. Sophia wouldn’t let her guard down around him just because he appeared human, but he definitely was looking very non-threatening. I do not need your permission. I will be as rude or kind as I deem fit. she addressed first, drawing her lips over her fangs in a wolfish sneer. This wolf was grinding her nerves, and if he continued to speak to her as his underling, she would be forced to make him learn how to use one hand for the rest of his unnatural life. There is only one “beast” here and that is me. I am in control. And I have been for nearly three hundred years. So check your attitude before I adjust it for you. Do not pretend to know me or my kind, for you have only just met me and any assumptions you may conclude to will be incorrect, little furbag. Now tell me what it is you want. . . .

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 665
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER She's not that nice
---------COSTAR Urjasz
---------WARDROBE linkit
---------STAGE An alley
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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Smiling, he found her distrust amusing. So she was older than him, by quite a bit too. Stuck in her habits no doubt. "I don't doubt that you'll be as rude as can be. But you have no real reason to hate me. You tell me not to judge you without knowing you. Then I ask the same of you. Do not act against me without knowing who I am. What I am. Or I may have to assume you fear me." He had no reason to hate her, but she was making it hard for him to remain like that. When he was first turned and learnt of the immortal world, he had always thought the older immortals were the wisest. Maybe he was just a product of his age but over time he began to see the truth. Just because they had been around a long time didn't mean they knew everything. Hell he'd met a lot of stupid elders.

"And by the way, when you say I don't know about your kind, well we're both the same kind, so I guess that means I know what I am. For someone that comes across as hating anyone who judges you, you judge pretty quickly yourself. How am I supposed to act around you if I don't know what you're like?" She had pre-set answers for anything he could say, giving him the impression that she had always tried to avoid any contact. "There was a hunter heading upstairs to shoot from above, I don't suspect you'd thank me if I told you he's dealt with. The usual crap about being able to deal with him yourself I imagine. Oh and why I'm here? Well I don't know if I'm honest. I must be attracted to cold hearted bitches who are so afraid of the world they attack anyone who comes near them."
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[velvela]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

“I don't doubt that you'll be as rude as can be. But you have no real reason to hate me. You tell me not to judge you without knowing you. Then I ask the same of you. Do not act against me without knowing who I am. What I am. Or I may have to assume you fear me,” he retorted, seeming as if he was straining a little bit. Sophia lifted her head from the pretty much finished off body and sat back on her haunches. Even sitting she was still taller than him. It probably would have been easier to talk to him in her human form, but Sophia was not fond of it, and she felt that she merely needed to communicate, and that was just as easily done in this form. I do not hate you. I merely wish to have nothing to do with you. Or anyone. I have no intention of making friends or allies. I am a loner and I will have nothing to do with others. All that ever happens is betrayal, abandonment, death or simply parting ways. The life of a nomad leaves no room for friends or acquaintances. I will be gone within a month. Why should I waste my time? she growled, her tail swishing across the ground and kicking up some dust.

This wolf seemed to like to hear his own voice. It irritated Sophia. She did not pretend to be smarter than this wolf, but his condescendence was not going to win her over. Her head turned toward the mouth of the alley where a giggling group of people had just passed, her ears erect and alert, jaws shut tight. She listened to the male wolf, but the majority of her attention was on the group until they passed, just to make sure that they weren’t going to venture inside. Sophia did so hate killing things she wasn’t going to eat unless they deserved it. Humans most of the time deserved it anyway—but what animal didn’t? The lot of them were violent. Once they had gone, she looked back to the wolf and lifted a back paw to scratch at her chest as she replied. I did not mean “my kind” as in werewolves, I had meant “my kind” as in travelers, loners. I do not know if you run with a pack, but you reek of different vampires and weres, meaning you are around them a lot. What do you smell upon me, male? Blood? Humans? The only interactions I have are between me and my prey. Soon enough you will learn that one cannot depend on others.

Her thoughts no longer had the sharp and edgy tone to them. Once she had realized that this wolf did not want a fight like he had seemed interested in having earlier and that he was not going to steal her meal—or interested in leaving anytime soon—she figured if she answered his questions he would leave sooner. She was a loner at heart, wanting nothing to do with people. All she had been subjected to in her life was that those you cared about either did not have the feelings for you that you thought they had. However, Sophia didn’t dare get close to anyone. She was unpredictable and her night terrors had already hurt so many people she didn’t want to. Her parents. . . her sire. . . . Her heart was bitter and had only room for herself. Would it have been so bad had I been shot? I have taken worse wounds than even you might imagine, male. If he was a sniper as you say, the bullet to my head would have been instant. It is a cowardly way to kill and I would hope that should I die it would be in battle. So perhaps you deserve some sort of recognition for sparing me a most humiliating death. In return I shall allow you to live and know a nom de plume of which you may call me. . . . Velvela.

[/i] Sophia hardly ever used her real name.
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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 690
---------MUSE Steady
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Urjasz
---------WARDROBE Just her wolf form
---------STAGE An alley.
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

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[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
_______________________

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Finally she was beginning to respond to him in longer replies, but he was not to believe she was relaxing around him. Even her answers told him what he could tell; she was a loner and really wanted to keep it that way. He listened to what she said first, now beginning to understand her reasons. "I am sorry to hear you have had such a bad past. At least I can assume you have by what you've said. It is hard when you loose someone isn't it? That one moment of pain. And that's exactly why I find friends and allies. Given the choice of a life of pain alone or a moment of pain, but the comfort and joy of being with others between those moments, I choose to have a social life. Tell me, what good memories do you have of being alone? I can tell you five moments that happened in the last week that are good memories."

Her attention seemed to drift off elsewhere and he went silent. Soon he noticed what she had been drawn to; a small group passing by. They had no intention in coming into the alleyway but the wolf seemed to linger, obviously in some sort of thought. Urjasz wasn't much of a thinker; he was one with his wolf so it was as good as talker to himself. There was no one to hear his thoughts so there seemed no point in having them. Eventually she replied to him, giving him something to reply to. "I do not belong to a pack, of any sorts. You are right to smell immortal on me; I have many encounters with them. I smell all the things you said on you. But I smell loneliness on you too. 300 years alone? Are your best memories of the times you were alone or the times you were with loved ones?"

In a surprising turn of events, she did give him some credit for stopping the other hunter, but it led to contradictions in his mind. "My name is Urjasz Volkova. It's a pleasure to meet you....Velvela. Tell me, where does that originate? It's unfamiliar to me. I would shake your hand but I'm no fool. You said you'd spare my life, not my limbs." A few thoughts lingered through his mind and he set about filling the curiosity that came with them. "I wonder... could you explain something to me. You come across as the kind of person that will stand your ground, fight the battle to the bitter end. It's all you've done all evening. So what are you running from? What would make you run from city to city, avoiding any contact with anyone....?"

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[velvela]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

Sophia began to stroke at her fur with her tongue, trying to clean her chest of the blood so when she did shift back, she wouldn’t be bathed in the blood and have to deal with it that way. It was much easier to groom in wolf form when she had that long tongue. All in all, Sophia was convinced that her wolf form had been her true form all along and was so much better than her human form. If she was not so conspicuously large, she would have remained in her wolf form at all times, only changing into her human form in order to appropriate clothes and anything else that she might need. Thieving was easier when you had thumbs. . . . In her wolf form she could just plow through walls or doors, but it was so much louder than she liked and drew attention to her. I have no good memories except for when I was young and my parents were alive. However that did not last long. Since then I have never truly been happy. The goal in anyone’s life is to survive, is it not? One can do that without being happy. It is not a necessity, it is a luxury, she responded coldly, her lips drawing back as she thought back of her brother. Single-handedly he had ruined her human life and immortal life.

“I do not belong to a pack, of any sorts. You are right to smell immortal on me; I have many encounters with them. I smell all the things you said on you. But I smell loneliness on you too. 300 years alone? Are your best memories of the times you were alone or the times you were with loved ones?” Was he truly trying to play this card on her? Sophia scoffed and snapped her head to the side in contempt. How does one smell loneliness? I do not need your pity. I am fine the way I am. Happy, perhaps not. But I do not need to be happy. I require nothing more than food, water, and shelter. They say now that people need love to survive—I hear many things in my travels—but I have all the love I need in what I do. Running, hunting, traveling. . . . Sophia tilted her head up to look at the moon and her tail wagged. The moon is my teacher, and I am her student. I was made for this life, male. And I am good at it. I have everything I need to be “happy” and I have no requirement for friends. She looked back down at the werewolf and continued to groom.

“My name is Urjasz Volkova. It's a pleasure to meet you. . . Velvela. Tell me, where does that originate? It's unfamiliar to me. I would shake your hand but I'm no fool. You said you'd spare my life, not my limbs,” the wolf responded. Sophia drew her lips back in her own version of a smirk. Smart wolf. Sophia did not think she needed to tell him, but Sophia did not like being touched. Perhaps this was something she would let him find out on his own. It is Yiddish, if my memory serves, she replied turning her head toward the last body. She had not eaten it yet, and like she had predicted she wouldn’t be able to. Well, she could let someone find them. It mattered not to her if someone happened upon a corpse that looked as if it had been mauled. One werewolf had threatened to kill her if she continued the lifestyle she was, as it threatened to expose their kind, but she really just didn’t care. She looked back at Urjasz and got up from her seated position, lips drawn back in a threatening growl this time, fur bristling again. I am not running from anything! she thundered. I am traveling. With no roots, I have no need to stay anywhere for too long and I see more and experience more. It is incredibly stifling to never move. She would never say anything, but it was habit for her to move. Since she was human, she had always been running from her brother.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 785
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER
---------COSTAR Urjasz
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE An alley
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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Urjasz was beginning to wonder what she looked like a human now and even if she could even shift at her will. She continued to do what she was doing despite his presence, clearly not that amused that he was there. There was a challenge in her that kept him here. It was only now that he realised it. He liked to prove people wrong and here was someone who tried to avoid the truth like it was out to get her. The wolf inside wanted a challenge of a hunt, but in his head this was a hunt of its own kind. To use wit and intelligence to convert the thoughts of others. It was the closest he'd ever get to some kind of mind control. Perhaps he should of asked for that back in Russia. "I'll agree, our aim is to survive. But what is a life without happiness? After all, there's that quote; to die happy."

Slowly but surely the cigarette he had between his fingers was in its own final moments of life. Holding it up, he observed it. "Take this cigarette. It starts as one piece, but that piece becomes shorter. Think of its length as the length of your life. Eventually, the fire will stop. Just like our lives. I would rather do something with my time than just spend it getting by. That's what the poor have to do. Why would you do it on purpose?" Flicking it aside, his hands felt slightly empty now so he crossed his arms to keep them busy, occasionally moving them to add to a point he was making. "I never said I pitied you. Is that what you would like me to do? I have no interest in saving a life tonight. Especially one that does not even want to enjoy the finer things in life. Sure you can do without, but why can't you enjoy the good things in life? What is stopping you?"

As she explained the origins of her name, he tried to place the names that would associate with it, but his Jewish was rather limited. "So what does that make you? A travelling Jew? You'd of done well in the humans' big war. I'd like to have seen the Germans try gas you." His remarks reminded him of his time in the war. To an immortal the war was over rather quickly, but the humans constantly reminded themselves of the war. Not the outcome, just the fact it happened. As she reacted to his comments, he simply smiled, a smug feeling of knowing he was right. "If you are not running you would not snap like that. Remind me not to meet whoever is scaring you. I agree though, it's boring to stay in one place. I have only just returned from Russia. And yes people miss you. But that makes me feel wanted. It's a good feeling, not a bad one.

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[velvela]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

“I'll agree, our aim is to survive. But what is a life without happiness? After all, there's that quote; to die happy. Take this cigarette. It starts as one piece, but that piece becomes shorter. Think of its length as the length of your life. Eventually, the fire will stop. Just like our lives. I would rather do something with my time than just spend it getting by. That's what the poor have to do. Why would you do it on purpose?” he asked before flicking the cigarette away. Sophia had never seen the appeal to such things. Sure, she could not die from sucking ash, but that didn’t mean she wanted or had to. She whipped her tail in response and pawed at the ground. I am poor, male. That is how it has always been and all that I know. I do not need material items to make me happy. I pity those who thrive to own meaningless trinkets. I get by having only what I need. They do not truly make someone happy. . . they simply fill voids. Voids I do not have. Sophia was getting bored talking to this wolf, and even though he had told her his name, she still referred to him as “male.”

She snorted and sat back down, looking up and shaking her head in a rather human gesture. I told you that I do not need your pity, and nor do I need my life saved by the likes of you, or anyone. I have told you that I am self-sufficient. I do not understand why you keep trying to insist that I need people! Sophia said angrily. Why was this wolf attempting to prove her wrong? She had lived this long for over three hundred years and she wasn’t about to change just because some little punk-ass who thought he was bad wanted to prove that he was right. If it’s not broke, don’t fix it. Sophia’s life was not broken, therefore it needed not be fixed. It is for this reason that I do not wish to interact with others! You all think that you need to change people, that if they don’t think the way you do then they are wrong. I am perfectly fine living the way I am. I am content with my life style, and I am content with who I am. Who do you think you are trying to change me? You have just met me and I am not a charity case! I did not ask for your advice. In fact. . . I did not ask for you to speak with me at all! she snarled, beginning to get incredibly irritated.

Hackles raised, she did not find his reference to the Jews funny. Not because of what he was inferring, but because she just did not find many things funny. I am not Jewish! I hold no affiliation with any religion. I simply happened about the name during my travels. . . apparently it translates into she-wolf, Sophia explained irately, no longer keen on entertaining this wolf’s dribble. Her fur was bristling and her claws scoring small divots in the ground. A growl rumbled in her chest, lips drawn back in a silent snarl. Everything I am afraid of died a long time ago. Now they are just memories, haunting me and tormenting me. You cannot run from memories, so what could I be running from? Just because you are content with staying in one place for longer than a few months does not mean I have to be. If I have told you once, I have told you a million times before. . . . I am content with my life! she snarled, parting her jaws and snapping them together. She took a threatening step forward. It was obvious that both of them thought they could best the other, but Sophia neither overestimated herself or underestimated her opponent. She had killed hunters and immortals alike who had gotten in her way. Undoubtedly this werewolf had as well.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 677
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER Bipolar~
---------COSTAR Urjasz
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE An alley
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira

[Urjasz Volkova]

When I am seen.
I am feared.
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This was not a problem Urjasz was unused to. People were always stuck in their ways, especially if left to roam free and do as they like. Or left to do so. The mere fact that she still called him male despite his introduction implied that she thought herself the better of the two, even if she wouldn't admit it. After all, she knew herself and not him. Not that she would let that happen either. "Of course. My life is truly sad if I have a place I can call home. It's sad if I don't have to worry about the next meal. I do not intent to insult your way of life. It's unique in its own nature. It goes against human and wolf nature, but sure, it has its own merits. Just like any lifestyle would. But without a home, how do you know what you really want. After all, a man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.

It was clear that she did not want his advice or even want to listen to him. However Urjasz was intent on seeing this through; the harder she fought the more he wanted a result. "I don't pity you. To show pity is felt as a sign of contempt because one has clearly ceased to be an object of fear as soon as one is pitied. If I were to imply I was no longer afraid of you I imagine you would give me a reason to fear you. But I draw your attention to a saying; “Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. Perhaps this person will never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps she won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. But when the person looks back-she will hear her heart”. You live in the present, trying so hard to focus on that, when you are really running from the past."

He shifted slightly in his seat, determined to finish this one. Any fear he had when he first arrived was slowly disappearing, the internal fears of this wolf showing themselves to him now. She had something of the past on her mind and she didn't want him to see it. "So you didn't ask for me to speak to you. Must you scare off anyone who tries to get close to you? You tell me that you don't need material things to be happy, that I can understand. But what I can't understand... do you fear that you will get close to people or do you fear what they will learn of your past? Kto ucieka, winnym sie˛ staje. Running away makes you guilty." Pointing directly at her head, he continued "And whatever it is in there eating away at you needs not to. Every day you avoid it is another day wasted thinking about it."

She was getting aggressive with him, but he remained seated, unamused by what she said. "Forgive me then. Do not use a Jewish name to throw to the strangers if you want nothing to do with them." Pausing for a moment, he scratched his neck for a moment and took a slight breath. "So I could be wrong. The past is dead and you're over it. That's why you snapped at me when I mentioned it. Because there's nothing in you telling you that something from your past is not dead. That there's a chance of it coming back to get you. I've been down that road. And it did get me. But now it's part of the past. I survived, it didn't. I know the signs. You might fool others but I can see past your lies. But can you even see past them? For so long you have told yourself these lies that they are now true in your mind. So for that, I pity you. Which brings us back to the fear topic..."

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[velvela]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
IN THE CLOSET OPEN UP AND SET HER FREE ----------------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------------------- THERE'S A SHE WOLF IN YOUR CLOSET. A WOLF IN DISGUISE

My wants and needs are of no concern to you. I want nothing as far as you are concerned. I am not searching for anything that I wish to inform you of. You may not intend to insult my lifestyle, but you are patronizing and condescending toward it. It has worked for many centuries now, and I do not intend to change it any time soon. How does that saying go? If it is not broken, do not fix it, she responded with a sideward flick of her head and contemptuous snort. It might have looked as if her attention had been directed elsewhere again, but she always had an eye on the wolf known as Urjasz. Every word that this wolf spoke, every sentence that he formed oozed self-righteousness that made her think that he thought he the wiser of the two, he the better of the two. How she would love to tear his own throat and feed it to him. Her lips drew back into a wolfish smirk at the thought. There was something in him that reminded her of her brother. . . but then again, anyone who thought themselves better than her reminded her of her brother. That boy had ruined her and she had never had the chance to ruin him. It was a potentially deadly mistake to compared to her brother.

Sophia snapped her head back up to look at him and lowered her massive cranium into a more aggressive pose, her teeth bared. Do tell me why you feel you must lecture me whenever I tell you something. I do not want to hear what knowledge you pretend to have and I do not need to be lectured like some wide-eyed child who knows nothing of the world. Try as you might wolf, but on this day you will not sway me from my own views and I will not change the way I live my life. People these days always think that they must better someone else’s lives, no matter how content they seem to be with the way they live. Is it too much to ask to be left alone? To not have my life and my business picked apart by all those around me? If it will make you happy, I remain alone and travel so that I do not have to broadcast my issues and my problems to the entire world. I am not looking for pity. My story is not any different from anyone else’s. My problems are no worse than another’s. I wish for no sympathy and no friends. This is how I want it, and the sooner you accept this the sooner you and I might get along!

It should have been becoming increasingly apparent that he was not going to win this verbal battle. Sophia was an incredibly hard-headed individual who would refuse to see even the forest through the trees. No matter how much Urjasz fought, no matter how much sense he was making and the logic he was using, Sophia was not going to falter or change. “Forgive me then. Do not use a Jewish name to throw to the strangers if you want nothing to do with them.” Sophia once again could not stop herself from snarling at him with frustration. It is not that I want nothing to do with them. I just did not find your comment very whimsical. At the time I was not aware where the word had originated, simply that the person had been referring to me as a wolf. I am more wolf than human at this point, and so I adopted the name, she barked, shifting her weight restlessly, getting closer and closer to the other wolf in small increments with every little shift of her weight, every fidget. He continued with yet another lecture, and Sophia drew her lips back again. Is it such a crime to want to travel? I remained at my place of origin for nearly a century and a half. I grew weary of the same scenery and desired to see something new. Forgive me if I do not need that sort of security, being around familiar objects. If my past were to come and get me, I would welcome it with my fangs. It will not happen, but I am ready for it.

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---------STATE Done
---------VOCAB 725
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER Sorry it took me so long. And if she eats you, it's your own fault. XD
---------COSTAR Urjasz
---------WARDROBE
---------STAGE An alley
---------CREDIT coding/banner by yours truly. lyrics by Shakira