Asylum to Pack House

by the pale moon · my beast does howl

Asylum to Pack House

Hazardous · Hazardous to your Heath

Stalking the grounds her footsteps were like shadows themselves. Something there and yet not, a hint of sound that was hard to place or accept. Much like the darkness she called there was a sense of nothingness to her as she moved across the asylum grounds that smelled of the wolves who had newly made this city their sanctum. There was power in the colorful she-wolf, and in some of the others who had begun to filter in, yet none struck her as a leader. None so far held that certain something that would send her wolf to its bend. Until now. There was someone here that had that sense about them. A feeling of power that could easily mean an Ulfric.

Standing at the base of the brick structure of the old asylum she glanced up and the wind swept through the length of her strictly manicured black hair. It was dyed the color of midnight, a sweep of bangs cut harsh across her forehead as the length swept over her shoulders on the breeze. At her back the sweep of her katana rode in its sheath, the handle showing just slightly over one shoulder. Yubari Tanaka was dead, and the city held some unknown enemy who was a mystery even to her, but for tonight she had another mission of discovery.

Thighs bunched as she crouched and then leapt into the air, her fingers hooking on the second story window ledge as she fluently lifted herself onto the thick brick sill. Crouching with arms outstretched her arms were extended to press against either side of the sill to hold her pose. No more than a breath of sound was given, and except for the scent of smoke and orchids she was a quiet presence in the window, watching for the one inside.

She saw the man on his cell phone, heard the muffled sound of his voice as he spoke to someone about gardening. Briefly she looked back over her shoulder at the decrepit grounds that looked like they were a hundred years from the last landscape crew, then her dual colored eyes looked back. Shifting weight to her right foot she looked up before crouching for another leap to the next window up. Her body an incredible machine that was trained to move in stillness as she surveyed her prey. Even though she intended no harm here, the same principles easily applied.

This time as she balanced carefully on the wide sill she hooked her fingers into the crevice of the bottom of the window, and pulled it slowly upward. Dust fell from the groves and it made an unfortunate screeching sound as it opened. Edens features flinched slightly before slipping through the open window, her steps soft against the old wooden floorboards and moving quietly through the room. A hand reached out to softly brush across the newly repainted wall. There would be life here soon, life to revive the dead place that had once been a home for the insane. What would that life bring?

Outside the room there was a long hallway with closed doors on either side. Rooms that would be filled with laughter, tears, love, and pain in the years to come. She had no doubt of this. Just as she had no doubt that she would never be a true part of any of it. Her world didn't work that way. She couldn't go back to one world or the other, any more than she could once again be the human she had started life as.

Reaching the top of the stairs she paused in her long capable strides and looked down into the shadows, her gaze piercing them as surely as if it was mid-day. Her head cocked to one side and she listened for the sounds of the man below. The man who was the closest thing to the power of an Ulfric of any who were already on the island. The government had taught her never to go in without an exit strategy, and never to go anywhere without a plan. But they were not her masters now, and for answers she was willing to be just a bit unprepared, leaving something up to chance. She had to know. Her beast had to know who the Ulfric of Rome would be. She could not continue to hunt a city without knowing what enemies would be at her back, or what forces might try to control her.

Opening her shields she let her beasts energy move over her. It was a contradiction in terms, the living heat of the beast rolling over her the flesh of the dead. She had no idea what it was like for others like her, not that there were any others exactly like her. She had never lived among lycanthropes, and it had been years since the vampires would have her. She was a machine, a well oiled, well appointed machine that had been a priveleged guest of the American government for over thirty years. This was new, this chance to let the beast seek its own in submission or defiance. So she stood at the top of the stairs and waited, to see if the man would come, to see if he was the Ulfric of this new pack, and to see what these wolves wanted.

by the pale moon · my beast does howl

Smoke. Orchids. The screech of metal.

Head snapped up as wolven eyes dialated, the timber wolf slamming himself against the steely metaphysical cage, smelling a wolf present. An unknown wolf at that. Molton eyes narrowed as mammoth sized body turned back towards the asylum, seeking out the intruder. He smelled no malice, no anger, but Tony was always careful.

Long limbs carried him back to the house, pulling on his black t-shirt, looking a size too small, but when you were that thick in size, clothes didn't tend to fit. Plus, he was giant in height. Big and Tall loved him. Silently, he moved through the asylum, following the scent, to see who dared enter the packs new home uninvited. No, he wasn't Ulfric, but he was protective of others, whether it be Ash's or his own. Tino was given a duty to protect Silent, which was handed down to him, since the woman's middle name was Trouble.

Seeing a petite lone figure, he gave pause, his body tense, though never seeming that way with the smooth swaggerous gate that spoke volumes of predatory grace. It was odd to think he was once human. But then again, he was pretty much born a wolf, even if it was among wolves.

"Yes?" The tone carried a sound of May I help you? even of he didn't say it. Eyes traveled over the woman, scenting the air as his beast paced calmly inside. Power tightly reigned in, though it oozed out as always, he wasn't one to show it, because his physical stature spoke volumes all on it's own.

Leni · Midnight Zen Wolf

Rome. It was as strange as it was familiar, uneasy as it was comforting. Europe, as a whole, was a complete paradox when it came to her. For all of her learned ways and knowledge, mostly gleaned from Vinny and his brand of wisdom, she was still, at heart, European. And so it was with an odd solace she found herself immersed in, once the pack had reached the new country. Sure, it was different than the Czech Republic. But the culture was much closer to what she was used to than American culture.

Her first thought hadn't been 'find Tony.' On the contrary, it was hard to actually pin down Leni's first thought since entering the new land. She had been relatively quiet during their travels, there if she was needed, otherwise, deep in thought. But once she'd adjusted to the time, once she'd gotten out into the open air, she felt a pull. A tug, subtle but there, to go searching for Tony. Tracking him down this way had been mostly instinct, though once she'd gotten close enough, it had been his scent that had carried her to the scene laid out before her.

And, as if the proverbial tension in the air wasn't already thick enough to cut, and as if she didn't have enough on her mind without actively seeking him out, Elena prepared, from a short distance off, to walk into whatever conversation was happening with Tony and the woman standing near him. Vivid blue greens narrowed thoughtfully as she briefly halted her movements, standing as tall and still as a reed on a windless day. There was strength and beauty in the alpha wolf, even just as she stood. Strength, beauty, and .. to anyone who knew her, a wariness underneath it all.

With a slight exhale, she began moving again. Slowly, quietly. Though she was close enough to probably pick up on the words being spoken now, she kept away from listening in. Trying to keep as much of a distance from him as possible, even though she was the one who'd come to him, not the other way around. Her wolf, normally the bubbly bit of jet black fur and blur was abnormally subdued, slinking its way over to its mate, eyeing the stranger from within that metaphysical cage. The closer she drew to them, the greener her eyes became, though why that was, remained to be seen.

It wasn't until she finally stopped at an almost triangulated distance between the two and folded her arms across her chest that she let those shields slide carefully into place. It wasn't something she was accustomed to, not any more. Ash, Vinny, Silent .. they'd all taught her to be open. But she wasn't sure she could be open now. So it was easier to hide within herself.

With a carefully guarded expression, she gave a nod to the strange woman. The scent of death swirled around the woman, but Leni found no offense in that. She neither liked nor disliked vampires. After a brief pause to study the vampire, she let eyes slide over to Tony, slender brow arching. The corners of her mouth curved slightly, wryly. "Am I interrupting something?" Well, what else was she going to say? I've missed you, I adore you, but I'm in love with Vinny and no matter how much our wolves belong together, I can't change that. Not exactly your best conversation starter, right?