Being Wild (Prp)

[Rorik]

He had felt like spoiling himself upon arriving here in Boston. a nice big suite in a highly recommended hotel seemed like just the thing! It was a bachelor pad suitable for an eligible man with a deep pocket. He never really had anything like it back in the Isle but then again there weren't such huge cities from where he came! Even his home town, now a big tourist location, was still nothing compared to the cities in this country. He found himself in awe as he looked up at the tall skyscraper. A loud "AHEM!" brought him back to himself and he grinned sheepishly at the cab driver whom held out his hand. "Right! Can't skip the bill," He handed the man a couple bills. "Keep the change, you were such a delight!" The ass grunted and slammed the door of his taxi before peeling off down the road. You'd think people would be a little more friendly when handed such a great tip, maybe he underestimated how much they expected?

Rorik Macrae sighed and shrugged, it couldn't be helped now. His wolf still lay dormant and slightly frustrated all the same for being cooped up for so long. The beast couldn't understand why the human had to drag them both all the way here, hundreds of miles from the wide open land of the Isle where they loved to play, hunt and run. Rorik was happy for the cooperation he had received from his other half and would make sure he'd award the beast his day very soon, a nice long run to stretch his limbs and work out all that tension from being trapped on a plane! Rorik leaned over and grabbed his bags before making a trek inside. The counter help was a bit more pleasant when helping him out, the process of getting his room was a long and tedious one but that was okay. Once it was all said and done he was walking off the elevator towards his room, fancy digs, needing a key to even make it to his special floor. He threw his bags on the floor at the foot of his bed and jumped back onto the huge king sized thrown. He sighed and let himself relax for a while, staring up at the ceiling. He felt his wolf stir, he wanted to get out! Rorik rolled over and grabbed for the bag which held his laptop. He retrieved the apple from its case and opened it up, laying on the bed while browsing the web for the perfect place to get away with letting a large wolf loose.

"Perfect!" A national part that wasn't too far of a drive, only down side was that he'd need to hire another taxi. He pulled his cellular from his pocket and dialed the closest chaperone business. He waited for a while before heading down the elevator once again to slip into his new cab. The drive was for less strenuous this time, a rather chatty and fun guy being his new driver. Once they arrived at the park the man couldn't help but ask, "Why are we here, you don't look dressed for a hike pal." Rorik handed him a couple bills, "I come from a place where its nothing but land like this, i felt a little home sick, if you can wait an hour that would be great, i still need a ride back into town...just leave the meter running and I'll even tip you." The guy took the money and frowned but rolled his eyes and shrugged, "Whatever, do what you want!" Rorik slipped from the car and made his way into the park where he stripped, folded his close and stuffed them into a duffel before he got to shifting, far from the prying eyes of the mortal world. His wolf flexed and rolled his shoulders, yawning wide and clasping his teeth together loudly. A butterfly happened by, fluttering near his snout, which he snorted at, snapping once without intent to harm the bug and taking off on a run. Fast and faster he'd sprint, letting the wind burn his throat with cold air and cause his eyes to water. The beast would hunt, drink and play, getting lost in himself and the wild in which he played. He'd hardly notice if another happened to be around, watching...

[Aelevi Spencer]

[ooc] This is written with heavy satire. Feel like adding a disclaimer just in case this offends someone. Oops. [/ooc]

She hoisted the black cordless ghetto blaster onto her petite shoulder and hooked her fingers into the grooves of the six-pack of beer. Aelevi stumbled with the added weight on her body, but she didn't fall backwards, instead she doubled forwards collapsing into the boot of the car. She uncurled the sound system from her shoulder and nestled it into the grass. Aelevi walked back towards her rental car to slam the trunk closed and lock the doors.

She stared at the back of the four-door car and sighed, she had really wanted to get that shiny red truck—but the rental guy had said it was too much for a little squirt like her. Aelevi kicked the rear bumper, snorted and defiantly stuck her tongue out; she'd show him. She turned to face the GREAT OUTDOORS—and then she sneezed, followed by a fit of coughing as though she had taken a huge gulp of clean air and was being smothered by it. She rubbed her nose on the back of her hand and wiped the snot and spit on her jeans.

She pumped her free fist into the air and screamed, "YEAH!!!" as loud as she could. Aelevi wanted to emulate the redneck shows she had seen on reality TV. There were so many burly bearded men that went out into the wild with similar outfits to what she had on. Aelevi had gone out and bought boots, and a trucker hat and a plaid vest with buttons that wouldn't fasten at her chest because she had bought a size too small. She wasn't the hunting type, but there were so many weirdoes around that she just couldn't trust herself not to have a gun. When she had walked into the shady backroom of the registered hunting gun shop, the shop keep had asked her,

"So, whatta ya huntin', little lady?"

Aelevi isn't the sharpest knife in the drawer and she wanted to play up the fact that she had knowledge on most things. She felt if she could fake it then she would live longer. So she casually replied with a vague response of, "Oh, you know what I'm hunting." And she winked his way, this seemed to satisfy the man as he pushed a pump shotgun across the glass table and showed her how to load it up with shells. But then he said, "But that might not get the kill you want." And he passed her a Jericho 941 pistol and slipped her a box of the shiniest silver bullets. She had thought the man was hitting on her, because the silver matched her eyes and he gave her such a good sale.

She had holstered the pistol around her thigh with the gun sitting on the outside and she had practiced whipping it out so many times she considered herself a bona fide gunslinger. The shotgun was slung over her back and she had a few rounds hitched onto the belt sitting on her hips. She wedged a joint between her lips and dropped the mint tin into her plaid vest chest pocket. She bent down to press play on the stereo, feeling the pulsating bass of Ke$ha's 'Tik Tok' sending vibrating sensations through the forest floor. She shouldered the boom box and trudged through the forest, following the red marked path of the trail in the national park.

Now, any hunter would know that hunting wasn't allowed in national parks. But Aelevi wasn't a hunter. She was just a dumb bitch with a lot of ammo.

She ground her teeth into the filter of her joint, not having enough hands to suck and puff, she would have to wait and light up once she was deeper in the bush. Aelevi looked around as she walked, the wide brim of her hat protecting her from the harsh rays of the afternoon sun. Aelevi could still see her car from where she had walked, so she decided to pick up her pace. After a few more minutes of walking, she found herself in a dense wooded area and she'd crouch down, placing the ghetto blaster and case of beer at the foot of a tree stump. She dropped down on a fallen tree and heard the rotted trunk groan under her weight. Aelevi reached into her breast pocket and flipped the flame to the butt of her joint, breathing back deep.

Aelevi wanted the full experience of hunting, hence the beer and all. She had never watched any TV show where there wasn't beer being shared among friends. And her friends were already here, you know, in her head, so she wasn't technically drinking alone anyways. Once she had inhaled half of her joint she reached down to the case of beer and popped a can from the plastic ring loops. She gulped down the beer in seconds, and reached for another one. She smoked in tandem to drinking, and once she felt lubed up, she stood up from the fallen tree stump and unslung her shotgun.

She fiddled with the trigger, her hands absently rubbing the shaft up and down, sighing with content as though completely unaware it was locked and loaded. Aelevi cocked her head to the side and her body jolted, she was scared, having already forgotten why she was in the woods. Aelevi felt this instinctive need to regain control, she found the proper handholds for the shotgun and she registered it on her midsection. Being too scared to sit down she began to whirl the gun around her shaking in her wobbly stance.

"Uhh… I feel dizzy," she would say with blatant uncertainty.

The music from the pounding boom box subsided from a Ke$ha song into the crass styling of LMFAO with 'sexy and I know it'. She pursed her lips together and clinched the trigger, pulling back and firing. The recoil slammed into her chest and she just barely glimpsed the bullet ricocheting off the tree trunk before she fell flat on her back, knocked completely off her feet.

The sound of the music was so loud it was drowning out all of her other senses. She rolled onto her side and reached for another can of beer. She popped the tab and took two large gulps then forced herself to sit up. Aelevi pressed her face into her hands and tried to remember why she was in the woods. She lowered her palms, seeing they were covered in mud and grass, she wiped them unto her jeans. Then she picked up the shotgun from the ground and flipped the safety on, slinging it onto her back. She pulled out the pistol, swinging the gun by the trigger. She looped it around her index finger before clasping it into her grip.

"I'm gonna learn how to shoot," she said, certifying her memories by speaking aloud.

She pressed her lips tightly together and lifted the pistol to peer over the shaft, looking out into the forest. But as if she had instantly become bored with it, she started to fire rounds wildly into the forest around her. The silver bullets burst into the air with lightning speed, zipping past trees and into the brush, sinking into the unknown with fading dull thuds. Once she had fired off a couple of rounds she'd flip off the sound system and load the gun up once again, this time she'd go searching for something to shoot. She picked up her remaining three beers and slung them over her back with her pistol poised at the ready, trigger finger ready to pull.

She flipped the wide brim of her cap up as she walked through the forest. Aelevi found herself wedging between tight tree gaps, in an attempt to stay camouflaged, but the sound of the cans against bark would startle any kind of prey beast.

A chill ran down her spine and she spun quickly to look behind her, she could feel something out in the forest. It was the middle of the day, so it felt weird to feel as frightened as she did, but her senses were doused with liquor and weed. There was something very large lurking around her and she didn't like it.

Shoot first and ask questions later. That seemed like a good plan to her.

She wildly fired rounds into the surrounding area, aiming for the beast that crawled near her. She would continue to reload her gun when the barrel ran dry. The only sound out of Aelevi's mouth was yet another battle cry, this time of ear-piercing variety. Each shrill shriek filled with fear was delivered with a silver blow.

[Rorik]

The run had been good, great even! The short hunt and the savored kill accompanied by a sated belly was something that made the beast very content with how the rest of the day had been. Long flights and similar drives, being stuck in a tight enclosed area for extended periods of time not to mention the rude people that just so happened to be at each location. It was enough to make any one crazy not just a wolf! Though the wolf was content and that was what mattered to them both right now.

The brown and gray was about ready to make the trip back with plenty of time to spare when the distant sound of dreadfulness crept up into his twitching ears. They swiveled and his head swung in the direction of the sound, perched upon a fallen log to give him a bit more height. The sound was wretched and the beast couldn't help the growl that trickled from his throat, such a peaceful and serene moment could only be ruined.

The beast decided to investigate this atrocity and hopped from the log and began to trot in the direction of the racket. The closer he became the more the noise blared; his agitation only rising. The beast halted when another sound, completely different, joined in. His body dipped and he stalked closer, ears binned back and bright eyes scanning carefully from behind his cover. A few more distant thuds, different then the sound before. Then music stopped, though the beast didn't agree this noise was music, the forest had it's own beautiful melody and didn't need that nasty sound to help.

The wolf sniffed at the air, staying hidden in the distance. His nose began to itch with a distasteful familiarity but he couldn't help but remain, wanting to know more. Footsteps were so easy to hear now, the box having been silenced, to his delight. They were heading away and so he moved closer, remaining hidden in the cover this home of beasts gave him. Once the other had completely gone from the little home base he came into the camp, if it could be called that. He sniffed around, his nose informing him that he had something very interesting on his paws.

Empty beer cans, the distinct scent of ash and weed which lingered. He moved to the box, a sound system his human side told him, snorted at the thing. It reeked of female and a bit of something more? This was something close to a human but not so straight on, a shifter perhaps? Then why hadn't she shifted? He found an ejected shell of a shotgun in the dirt, sniffing this for a moment, it wasn't anything special but there was something else in the air. Puzzled, he began to follow the trail, though not directly on he foot steps, more on the outside of her path, to stay hidden of course.

He was still far off but while following her he stepped on something and had to bite back a yelp! Dancing away from what ever he stepped on he growled softly in its direction, it had burned him like fire but cold fire. He narrowed his eyes and came closer, sniffing at the forest floor and nosing away the cover to find a stray round partially flattened from a grazed impact. Sniffing and coming closer his nose hairs tingled and his eyes started to burn. He snapped at the round and jerked his head back, baring gnarly teeth.

SILVER!

THIS BITCH!!!

The human side was angry and it made it easier for the beast to wrench control from him. A hunter using silver bullets meant only one thing! Wolf killer! Enemy! The wolf went into his killing mode, a flipped switch of curiosity to ferocity in the blink of an eye. She was hunting the beast and the beast would hunt her in turn!

Slipping from cover to cover the beast moved, hidden, slinking, hunting his prey. Feral eyes caught a glimpse of his prey, it spun and he shifted his stance slightly, making sure covering was protecting his body. More shots were fired but not in his direction complete wild shots that hit more air then anything, even the wood of the giant trees. This was not a worthy hunter, this was a crazy fool! The scream it let loose was evidence of this if anything else.

The beast backed away and retreated a ways until neither could see each other and he inhaled deep. Rorik let forth a deep and menacing howl into the air, a blood curdling threat of a howl that stretched for all to hear in the forest, the sound would envelope the little hunter and send bone deep vibrations into her through the forest floor. He waited behind deep cover now, his howl having ended, and watched.

He was in the way of her path back to her things, if she was really looking for something to tussle with all she had to do was come on back. If this was indeed a wolf killer, he'd give her a real run for her money, but perhaps she could get out alive if she played her cards right...

[Aelevi Spencer]

Despite the uproar of bullets and her own deafening shrieks, she could still hear the dirt sifting beneath her feet. Her inner hearing flooded with reverberating surround sound of the thick forest, bending around each tree feeling for the beasts just beyond her reach. When the clip had emptied she took pause, lips quivering into a tight squeaky whimper. She dropped the remaining beer cans to the ground upon hearing the soft thud; she shifted her stance and pivoted her shoulders looking while she listened.

She didn't need to wait long for his introduction. The howl having erupted from the trail she had previously tread, the sound waves spiraling through a cylinder cone. The sound felt more like an abrupt wall slamming into her face, jarring her path forwards with the lingering growl on the voice. Aelevi could feel her shoulders tense and she lifted one arm to rub her back, casually looking upwards as she did. She wasn't afraid of wolves. She would have been more scared if the growl had been from a wild cat or if a human had called out to her, a national park ranger would not be great to run into at the moment.

Aelevi holstered the pistol and checked the shoulder strap on her shotgun, tightening the band to sit more snugly on her back. Despite her clouded senses, in the face of danger she was protected by her inner senses (call it common sense). She had several symptoms when her batty senses began to tingle, the tension in her shoulders a sign that she should take flight. Obviously, in her current condition and season, she was unable to shift—not that she would want to risk it in front of a large predator anyways.

Instead, she would climb. She had spotted a low enough branch, and she went for it. She bent low and jumped, the lowest branch was maybe four feet from the ground. Aelevi would press her body against the truck and hug the bark until she could sidle her hands along the branch and wrap her legs around it. Being upside down was a familiar sensation for her, and she'd throw her neck back, sticking her tongue out teasingly to the wolf that lay just ahead of her.

"OOOHH… A HOWL. I'M SOOOOOO SCARED," she scoffed, voice dripping with sarcasm. Yeah, that'd be the beer kicking in.

She hooked her legs around the branch, and swung up to reach the next branch, pulling her body to stand on the branch she had just been hanging down from. She continued to climb now, using the branches as footholds like in rock-climbing and once she was at least seven feet from the ground she would wedge herself between two branches, back to the trunk and sit, staring down.

Good thing she didn't feel a lick of vertigo.

She pulled the shotgun out from behind her and flicked off the safety. She cocked the gun and gazed through the sight, breathing slowly, she would aim between the trees from where the sound had come from.

"Don't be a bad dog or I'll have to put you down," she called down from the tree.

She fired off a couple of rounds, the recoil pounding her into the tree, but she was safe from falling. Aelevi knew she had the upper hand now because wolves couldn't climb trees. She wasn't aiming to kill the wolf, but if it truly were resistant in letting her leave, then she'd have no choice but to try to shoot to kill.

[Rorik]

She wasn't coming, instead she was digging in it seemed. Well not really digging in but she climbed into a tree, he noticed the movement from where he had hidden himself, and it seemed she noticed him too! Her words went mostly in one ear and out the other, his wolven mind not truly putting together the words themselves but he did understand sarcasm and it flowed from her lips like water from a fountain.

To piss off a werewolf was really clever.

Rorik growled loudly, the sound easy to hear even at the distance they were from one another. A click made his growl pause and his feral eyes narrow, then words. He leaned forward to hear them even though he could hear them just fine from where she was. Did she just call him a dog!?

Blam! The shot hit ahead of him and he back away, growling darkly, the sound of the pump came with realization and he turned to bolt away. BLAM! Hot pain coursed through him and the werewolf roared in fury. The sound was much different then that of a wolf, no wolf could make that sound. He'd been hit! His mind went blank and another roar erupted from his maw before he burst from cover into a narrow path.

The wolf was huge to say the least; beastly was an appropriate term for what had come into view more then a few yards away. The gray fur was darker in the shade, almost black and utterly wild. The wolf's head swung to face her, a menacing snarl revealing malicious teeth meant for shredding and death. His bright eyes glared at her, eyes that spoke intelligence wed to rage and a killing instinct.

But this was no wolf, this was a monster and monsters don't go charging in demanding a final showdown, especially when the prey was up a tree with a powerful weapon and another far more deadly to this particular monster.

No...

This was a monster that would bide its time and handle his prey systematically. The stare lasted only long enough to make eye contact, if she dared, the force behind the glare being one of hatred and murderous intent. Then it broke into a run, leaving in the direction of its origin, which they incidentally shared.

The beast gridded its teeth in face of the pain in his left hind leg, luckily she'd been using buckshot and so the wound was just that of a few pellets in his rear so he bled but not enough to really threaten him. If it had been a slug or that handgun she got a lucky shot with, he'd be in a lot more trouble right now! The beast ran and ran, its mind working in complex yet simple ways. She'd be made to pay, that was what must be done about this transgression!

The wolf came to her little set up before and dove for her music box. Jaws and claws and viciousness made quick work of the vile boombox, slamming it into the ground and against trees to get it open and then rip into it like the belly of a deer. The tech was in pieces soon after. He swatted at beer cans, thrashing at the Earth beneath them before catching her scent headed off in another direction. He went that way wondering if she'd already made it past him.

Fortunately for the woman it was only her car...maybe not so fortunate actually. The werewolf sprinted at the car, shoulder tackling into the passenger door and leaving a nasty indent as well as moving it a few inches to the side. He was so furious he had to do more damage, take out as much of his fury on the object that belonged to her as he could!

Deep down the monster wanted this to be the bitch that shot him but the man wasn't completely gone from the shared mind. He willed his attention to be focused soulfully upon the car and let the beast have his vengeance. It tore into the nearest tire, yelping as the air burst and rubber whipped his snout. A fast claw was used on the next tire, the rear complimentary of the front he'd just bit into.

More had to be done! The wolf jumped onto the hood of the rental, the suspension groaning in protest at the beast’s weight, and slammed into the windshield, cracking it. He leapt off the hood and got a bit of distance before turning and sprinting for it, jumping to the hood and slammed once more into the glass, causing it to cave in deeply. He leaned back and slammed his paws into the breaking glass then, smashed his head into it. A hole began to form and he gnawed at it, breaking it up and forcing his way inside the vehicle.

The werewolf’s blood coated the class from where it cut his paws and face, one particular cut on his front right shoulder deep, blood trailing down his furry limb to his paw. He tore up the seats, ripped off the steering wheel (sending it into the back window where it bounced off, cracking the glass) and mangled the dash. Feeling trapped after his rage he slammed into the driver door a few times, ripping it completely off the hinges upon the last tackle.

He fell to the floor, the door landing on top of his rear leg, which still burned and bled, only refueled his once dying rage. He spun around, grabbing the window frame and swung in a circle, the door flew and slammed into a nearby tree, slicing into it and sticking like an over sized throwing dart.

The beast growled and let out another howl, this time it was one of triumph! The sound echoed through the forest back towards her, if she were still in her tree, and revealed the beast was indeed farther away then hiding in the bushes like she might have believed... Huffing and grunting Rorik began to calm, examining his handy work with harsh eyes. He lapped at his maw, tasting the blood that coated his own muzzle and blamed her for this too, it was all her fault!

Pacing, the wolf began to seethe, angry that she hadn’t been in the car, he still wanted to pay her back for that nasty bite to his ass! He walked back to the car and jumped into the driver side, moving about until he was facing out again and lifted his leg to relieve himself on the seat. He left the car once more and moved to the front of the car where he lied down to wait, tail curled close.

He’d wait for her and then he’d pay her back.

All of his senses on high, he was ready for her.