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Llidya Chapman


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Date: Dec 2, 2008
Irate is an Understatement
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To say that Llidya was pissed would be a little less than true. As a matter of fact, she was mad as hell. Bahamas-clear water blues shifted to the piece of paper in her right hand, the fingers encircling the wheel. She wasn't mad at anyone in particular, she was just frustrated at her situation.

After that shower back in Spain, she'd made a few calls and had some of her people do some research, finding out about a one Federal Marshall by the name of Ash Redfern. She didn't want minute details, just contacts and relations to see who else he knew that she might know. And if any of those names happened to pop up in Europe. She lifted her eyes back to the road as that 1967 Chevrolet Impala roared down the streets. It wasn't black anymore, sort of a dull grey color from all the dust that had gathered on it. She hadn't had time to wash it off. She had to get to Rome, and hadn't stopped until she got there. The trip hadn't been bad, except for she'd been sharing it with some mystical wolf that she knew was there, felt it, but couldn't see it. She'd been able to see others through this creature, other animals invisible to the naked eye. She'd kept her distance as well, having no idea how she'd react around anyone, nor how to act, really.

Back to the name on the paper, and the address. Someone associated with the Marshall had purchased some land in Rome. A coincidence that the person who knew him in Hawaii just happened to be moving to Rome as well? Llidya sure as hell didn't think so. She was hoping this individual knew Ash, and maybe knew her as well. Maybe, if she was lucky, she wouldn't hate her for being a-well, a werewolf, she supposed. From what she'd read, what precious time she did have to read, she'd read up on old news reports, and now knew a lot about the anti-supernatural groups out there. You never know who was a supporter or not. She rotated the wheel as the final turn came up, and Llidya stuffed the piece of paper in her pocket. She could only hope that this chick was here at her property. Maybe she'd get some answers.

Chapman reached forward and killed the Boston that was blaring through the speakers. Though not as much as usual, as she could hear a lot better these days. After a moment, she killed the engine as well, and pushed the protesting car door ajar. It groaned in protest as she stepped out, and Llidya stood between the open door and car as she appraised the place. Not much to look at, but she could see the possibilities. She stepped around the door and slammed it shut before taking the stogey from her lips and dropping it into the front pocket of her bomber jacket. Chapman realized she might not be much to look at, what with custom tailored jeans, faded, a man's light blue button up, Converse All Stars and a leather bomber jacket that had seen better days in World War II. Ah who the hell cares? Llidya started forward, making her way to what appeared to be the front door, her fiery red locks, held captive by the French braid at her back, swung rhythmatically with every step. Llidya reached up with a hand, and pushed up the sunglasses to rest atop her skull, fully aware of the unfamiliar passenger trodding along within. The beast's nose lifted to the air, and Llidya found herself sniffing. What the hell? She stopped immediately, not realizing why she was doing it or what the hell for. Her beast knew, knew that there was another wolf about, and it wanted to meet them. The smell of the Irish lowlands after a raging thunderstorm permeated the space around her, but to that Llidya was oblivious.

She strolled up to the door, and knocked, hands coming to rest on her hips. The door opened after a minute or so, and Llidya looked down at the multi colored dreds with a raised eyebrow. If this was the chick, then the name definitely complimented the person.

"Hey are you...Silent Whisperd?"

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Date: Dec 3, 2008
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  Silent didnt spend much time around the vineyard.It was a home she bought for the pack...And without them being here..It just didnt feel like home. Not yet at least.Things still remained quite on her end..The constant and endless lonilness was her compaion. Sure there was those moments she would grit her teeth and go about with Tino..Just so she could be close to Sam and Tony. Things just weren't the same between wolf and master vampire anymore.

  The illusions were gone..And in a way..Silent morned for what was.Shaking her head she would go back to working on the hummer that had arrived a few days ago she would work on washing it...Oh if this wasnt a HEY IM AMERICAN sign she didnt know what would be. But it belonged to her ulfric. It still smelt of him...It was one of the few things she got out of the hell. Smirking as she glanced at the small orange vespa that sat beside it...Hers. Placing the ear buds back in her ears and filling her world with the sounds Lupe Fiasco as she went back to cleaning the montrosity her mate claimed to be a car.

 So the fact that she missed the sound of the car as it drove along the gravel road that lead threw the rows of grape vines that lead to the house...Well shouldnt be surprising. Hell she may have not been "rapping" (yes note the " " marks.). Maybe she would of heard the door..And she wouldnt of been knocked on her ass by the sheer force that her beast gave the moment that scent hit her.The way it clawed at her...Silent knew who it was. A low growl would pass her lips..As did the thought that she could kill this woman here and now...And never have to think about her...And hell it may even be fun...Since well the woman once again obviously wasnt human again.

" Shut your fucking face..Your kidding me right? What didnt the whole being human again serve you right?"

  The rag she had been using would be thrown back in the bucket throwing suds almost every where. Silent had hated Llydia way before Hawaii..And well the woman didnt do anything to redeem herself since Salem...So would Silent start pretending to like someone..Or even attempt to be civil? Hell fucking no. That just wasnt her. The swamp wolf within pacing? So what stopped her? The fact that Llyida's beast felt so new..Still had that puppy breath so to say.

" Fucking jesus christ. What do you want? How the hell did you find...Well me? And you very well fucking know who I am...God asshole"

  Was Silent angery? Well yea..Hell she was coming off like she had turrets. It was pretty bad.

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