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Post by tally evane kentmore on Apr 9, 2010 14:33:45 GMT -5
 ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~There was someone else. What the hell kind of joke was that? Tally and Daniel had known each other since birth. They'd grown up together. If Tally knew anything, it was that Daniel had been head over heels for her ever since he developed sex hormones. Yet the whole time during that fugitive meeting, he had his arm around that Rochelle girl. Stayed close to that Rochelle girl. Kept glancing at that Rochelle girl with the warm half-smile that meant he liked what he saw. Tally wanted to tear her hair out. There couldn't be anything more frustrating on the planet. Perhaps she'd waited too long. Perhaps she'd stalled just enough to let Daniel fall for someone else. Or perhaps he'd never liked her in the first place, and she'd been misreading him for the past, I don't know, nineteen years or so?
Why do you care so much?
Tally halted in her tracks. A pained frown played across her face as the feelings she'd worked so hard to bury under all kinds of worthless crap floated up to the surface. She couldn't admit the truth to herself. Not even in her head. Tally forced the thoughts away, demanding she think of something else.
Shay. The other girl enjoyed being a pain in the ass... there was no other plausible explanation for it. Sometimes, she was cool. Tally could always count on her when she wanted someone to plan military tactics or hunt with. However, the second they got into personal matters, Shay argued with everything Tally said. She blamed Tally for virtually every problem in the universe, including the starvation most fugitives suffered out here in the wild. "You kill all the damn deer!" was her argument. "Try leaving some for everyone else!" Ridiculous. Yes, Tally had to kill something every time she got angry, but she didn't keep the dead animals once she killed them. They were evenly distributed among the fugitives.
A hand was raked through her hair. Tally winced when she discovered how greasy it felt. It was a good thing she was on her way to take a bath.
It felt nice to be out in the woods again. The rotting city was too full of ghosts and death and misery. Out here, on the rough mountainside, surrounded by nothing but trees, the only traces of death came from the carcasses of animals, not from the skeletons of a race where everyone had lived long enough to see it fall. Besides, Tally had always felt more at home in the woods. It was where she'd lived all her life. There was a river not far off that she'd seen yesterday while hunting. She figured if she was going to bathe anywhere, it best be there. Creeks were too shallow and filled with slippery, pointy rocks. Though Tally was agile, she wasn't Spiderman. She couldn't cling to slippery surfaces as well as she'd like.
Speaking of a river, there it was, a ribbon of water cutting through the mountainside. Having grown up in a place where the weather was constantly suckish and freezing, Tally knew the best way to enter any water was a canon ball. Run up, jump in, getting everything wet. It took less time to adjust that way. However, a jump required a running start, and she didn't want to get her clothes wet. Reaching down, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and made to lift it over her head. ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ words ! 595
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Post by asher michael rinehart on Apr 10, 2010 16:30:36 GMT -5
The first hints of sunlight were peeking through the trees. Asher's run slowed to a crawl. There was no way he'd make it back to the colony at this rate. He was under watch as it were. Being absent for another day might just be the end of him. Asher was just about to send a howl of rage up to the heavens when he caught a whiff of a familiar scent. Two familiar scents, actually. There was Rochelle's scent. which was the more familiar of the two. It traveled on every scrap of paper his favorite brunette ever left for him, so it was easily identifiable. The other scent was a mixture of pine and raspberries.
What was Little Miss East Coast doing in his neck of the woods?
He was left no time to wonder about that. The sun was officially up, which meant Asher was turning back into a human. He sank to his haunches, his muscles spasming as pain wracked his body. His lungs were squeezed, his knees popped back into place, the snout compressing back into his skull, the claws receding back into his fingers, the hair shrinking back to normal length... the works. Asher dug his paws into the dirt. While they were dug in, they morphed back into hands. He gripped the earth with his fingers, vocal chords developing as his howl bled into a scream. Then, as suddenly as it had come, the pain was gone. Asher opened the eyes he couldn't remember squeezing shut, blinking. He was human again. Human and stark naked.
Clothes. Where in the sam-hell did he drop his clothes?
The only article of clothing he could see from where he was was a tattered pair of jeans. Asher's favorite T-shirt was nowhere sight. Not even torn up, the shreds mixed up with the leaves, twigs, and other clumps of forest crap covering the ground. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. "Looks like I'll have to find another favorite shirt."
As he wriggled into his jeans, a thirst sprung up inside him. He hadn't had anything to drink or eat all night; he needed something. There was heavy vegetation up ahead, which, he remembered learning somewhere, meant there was water nearby. If he followed the foliage, eventually he'd find it. Asher headed off in the direction the plants lead, listening for the sound of running water. These were the Rockies. There was a constant snowfall up in the northern half, which meant all the melted snow traveled down to the southern end in streams, where he was now. There had to be a river somewhere.
Sure enough, he stumbled upon one seconds later. Asher fell to his knees again, cupping his hands to scoop up some water. He was just lapping some down when the rhythmic thud of footsteps met his ears. His head snapped up. Footsteps were not a good sign. Considering they were coming toward him when the shifter colony was in the opposite direction, it meant the footsteps didn't belong to a shifter. All shifters headed back to the colony during the day, unless they were super hungry and had to go hunting again. The only humans who would be by this way were fugitives, and if a fugitive found him, it meant he'd have to fight to make it out of the encounter. Asher didn't feel up to fighting right about now, so he sprung to his feet and dove behind the nearest tree.
The footsteps drew nearer. Whoever it was, they were right in the clearing. Curiosity got the better of Asher; he peeked around the tree to see who it was.
... and couldn't believe his luck.
It was Tally. Not just the amount of Tally he'd seen before, but a lot more. The last time he'd run into her, she was all bundled up to fight the cold. Now that she was down in the southwest, she didn't need all the extra layering. That meant more skin. ... Damn she had nice legs. And it looked like she was about to take her shirt off. She had an undershirt on, but if she was going to bathe - which was the only plausible explanation for the situation, in Asher's opinion - that would come off shortly after the shirt. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all. "Come on," he breathed, barely audible. "Take it off."
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Post by tally evane kentmore on Apr 22, 2010 14:58:07 GMT -5
~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ The bottom of her shirt had traveled no farther than her forearms when Tally heard the voice. It was a whisper, barely aduible against the background of trickling water. As a matter of fact, anyone who hadn't grown up listening to every little thing in an attempt to save their own skin would have missed it. Tally couldn't tell what the words were saying, but she could tell they were big boy, human words. She wasn't alone.
... That, and some sick creeper was watching her, waiting for her to undress.
Being a young, opinioned woman, half of her brain needed some time to mentally rant about that. Whomever was watching her was either male or a very, very confused female. Due to years of life experience and knowing what she looked like due to seeing her reflection in water and scraps of glass or mirror the fugitives found while foraging, Tally was hard pressed to believe it was the former. Hardly a surprise. Men had always been pigs, according to the accounts of her mother. "Watch out for those men," she had always told Tally. "They'll see something they want, another human being with only slight differences in her anatomy. You've got the kind of looks they'll want.They'll try to hurt you, to invade you. Don't let them." Tally had never been particularly egotistical, so she laughed when her mother said things like that. Then she grew up, and it seemed that every male within their little band had taken a sudden interest in her. Including Daniel, but he was the only one to keep a respectful distance.
While one half was ranting about that, the other half of Tally's brain was thinking through an attack strategy. First, she couldn't betray the fact that she knew someone else was there. This was why she always wore layers. She could take one shirt off without letting it all hang out. As long as her opponent thought he was invisible, she had the element of surprise on her side. She knew how to use that to her advantage, growing up as a girl. Nobody ever took girls seriously. A guy saw a girl and his first thought wasn't, "Oh my damn, run! She'll kick your ass!" Any guy who fought Tally - or even saw her from a distance, as she was looking more morbid and tough nowadays - learned to fear the opposite sex. The downside was guys were egotistical maniacs who couldn't stand to be with a girl who was tougher than them. Good thing there were only two men Tally was interested in - both of whom respected and relished her strength. Oh God, her conscience moaned. Not this again. Right. Back to the task at hand.
Slipping the shirt over her head, Tally chucked it across the clearing. It landed in some sort of bush Tally didn't feel like racking her brain for the name of. She took a few more steps toward the lake, counting off the seconds in her head. Once she got to ten, she should be in front of the tree. That was when she would dart sideways and take her target down with a tackle. It seemed the most effective maneuver, given their position and surroundings. Nice hard ground, possibly even a tree root for him to land on, his body cushioning Tally's fall. After that, all she had to do was get up fast enough to escape any groping arms. If she was snagged, she knew how to escape pretty much any hold an opponent could get her in, but it was a waste of precious seconds. First, incapacitate target. Second, interrogate to find out what they were doing there. Third could come one of two things: either take him back to the fugitive camp because he was a friend, or off him with her knife because he was an enemy.
Ten.
Tally turned toward the tree and dashed for it, her legs carrying her in powerful strides. She slammed into what felt like a solid wall, yet her momentum served her. The "wall" gave, toppling over onto the ground and taking her with it. Tally's hair swung loose and into her eyes, temporarily obscuring her vision. Tally swung it out of her face with a huff. Her irritation heightened when she saw who's bare, exposed chest she was laying on top of. "Asher?" she hissed, the confusion evident in her voice. "What the hell are you doing here?" Realizing the palms of her hands were pressed against his pecs, she hastily stood and dusted off her front. Her cheeks were flaming, so Tally kept her head bowed, lest Asher notice. ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ words ! 794
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