Post by Jerome on Nov 2, 2009 17:25:31 GMT -5
The beta of the mall pack crossed the threshold of Haven’s main gates. The clouds were dark and brooding, plump full of liquid ready to be dropped. Even a blind man could tell it was going to be a rainy evening, but that was of no consequence to him. He would be spending the rest of the night here, planning, and collecting agents for the mission assigned to him by his alpha. Inside the thick walls were the men and women that he had trained, bled with, and survived for a surplus of years. They were the elite of the human stronghold, the last line against any threat against the mortals still alive in the city. Silver eyes shifted from one nearby perimeter guard to the next, giving slight nods before the secondary gate was opened. Guard dogs held by leather leashes didn’t make so much as a peep in his presence. A subconscious animal trait allowed them to sense what he was, a creature of nature just as they were. Except, he was a more advanced, evolved type, almost a cousin to the canines in a way. If they had not been on leashes, they may had followed him without a thought in their minds. Jerome only let his hands petting ones fur lightly before he advanced through the secondary gate.
Now the beta was in the main courtyard, moving at a comfortable pace towards a very familiar set of double doors. As of late, the ebony wolf had taken to wearing nothing but pants and combat boots, but coming back around humans required….. clothing… to adorn his body. He was now in his usual attire, with a dark hoody resting on his back and covering most of his face. From a side view only his nose would be visible from within the dark hood. Jerome moved casually, footsteps making it clear he was in no rush as he caught and recognize the scents around him. Metal, skin, fabric, grass, concrete, rations, all of it. Even as he passed by a guard standing watch over the double doors, he could smell what the man had ate from two days ago. In his younger days, getting used to a barrage of scents had taken time. It was an irritation physically and mentally to have to manage the sometimes, non attractive scents. Quickly, the ebony wolf shook his head to clear the intruding smells before he entered the inner sanctum of Haven.
His combat boots clapped on the ground as passed the random passerby going about their business. Whether they were soldiers or civilians it did not matter, he received smiles and nods all the same. They knew he was and for how long he’d been around this place. However they were all ignorant of his mates passing, the very event still bringing a rather vicious sting to him mentally. The pain could almost manifest physically, provoking a growl from him. It was the type of growl filled with anger and anguish all at the same moment. A type that only those closet too him or other werewolves would be able to understand. The beta rolled his shoulders and rounded a corner as he worked to block out another assault of scents attacking him. That was the thing about a wolves sense of smell, every new area usually had another set of waiting smells to be caught. Haven, simply, had too numerous to really count and at times, the scents mixed creating something more volatile and irritating.
Eventually, the ebony wolf arrived at the place he was aiming for. It was an office belonging to a woman that upon his first meeting, he’d been very suspicious of. Of course, that point in time, he was a very different person. Time changes all and it had had a drastic affect on him. In truth, the woman he was here to see had been their for his emotional and mental shift. That had been a bittersweet day that leaned more towards bitter. The only reason it had been more sweet were from the words of Oriana, seeing him as a brother rather than a werewolf ally. Those simple words she had spoken latched her with an unspoken animalistic bond from his feral side. He considering her family ever since that day, and one did not easily break the bonds that Jerome formed. It would take legion upon legion to do something so drastic. A very definite example of this would be the reason his brother, Artinn, still walked the earth. Family bonds had kept him from finishing off the vampire that he was now on acquaintance terms with.
Jerome leaned on the wall and slowly shut his eyes, waiting patiently for the arrival of his company.
Now the beta was in the main courtyard, moving at a comfortable pace towards a very familiar set of double doors. As of late, the ebony wolf had taken to wearing nothing but pants and combat boots, but coming back around humans required….. clothing… to adorn his body. He was now in his usual attire, with a dark hoody resting on his back and covering most of his face. From a side view only his nose would be visible from within the dark hood. Jerome moved casually, footsteps making it clear he was in no rush as he caught and recognize the scents around him. Metal, skin, fabric, grass, concrete, rations, all of it. Even as he passed by a guard standing watch over the double doors, he could smell what the man had ate from two days ago. In his younger days, getting used to a barrage of scents had taken time. It was an irritation physically and mentally to have to manage the sometimes, non attractive scents. Quickly, the ebony wolf shook his head to clear the intruding smells before he entered the inner sanctum of Haven.
His combat boots clapped on the ground as passed the random passerby going about their business. Whether they were soldiers or civilians it did not matter, he received smiles and nods all the same. They knew he was and for how long he’d been around this place. However they were all ignorant of his mates passing, the very event still bringing a rather vicious sting to him mentally. The pain could almost manifest physically, provoking a growl from him. It was the type of growl filled with anger and anguish all at the same moment. A type that only those closet too him or other werewolves would be able to understand. The beta rolled his shoulders and rounded a corner as he worked to block out another assault of scents attacking him. That was the thing about a wolves sense of smell, every new area usually had another set of waiting smells to be caught. Haven, simply, had too numerous to really count and at times, the scents mixed creating something more volatile and irritating.
Eventually, the ebony wolf arrived at the place he was aiming for. It was an office belonging to a woman that upon his first meeting, he’d been very suspicious of. Of course, that point in time, he was a very different person. Time changes all and it had had a drastic affect on him. In truth, the woman he was here to see had been their for his emotional and mental shift. That had been a bittersweet day that leaned more towards bitter. The only reason it had been more sweet were from the words of Oriana, seeing him as a brother rather than a werewolf ally. Those simple words she had spoken latched her with an unspoken animalistic bond from his feral side. He considering her family ever since that day, and one did not easily break the bonds that Jerome formed. It would take legion upon legion to do something so drastic. A very definite example of this would be the reason his brother, Artinn, still walked the earth. Family bonds had kept him from finishing off the vampire that he was now on acquaintance terms with.
Jerome leaned on the wall and slowly shut his eyes, waiting patiently for the arrival of his company.