Thread: Moonchild (Ninja and Amy)

Rafe smiled and nodded. Alright...look I wasn't expecting female company so my wardrobe might look a little...masculine and professional on you. Later on we can go by your place and get you something that fits with yourself a lot better. He lead to her to his bedroom. There was a fine, massive, solid oak bed with carvings and imprints that looked tribal. The heavy scent of incense clung to the air and on his dresser there was a set of bowls on a stone display that looked like a miniature shrine. On it sat some ashes in one bowl and above them sat an avian skull with black feathers tied to it. Also on the dresser were some simple weapons, throwing axes, throwing knives, a sheathed short sword. He motioned to the dresser and his closet. Take what you like to dress in. He walked out to the kitchen to clean up, but left the door open. Look, don't get me wrong, he called out to her. I'm sure being a wolf is great, the werewolves I know love it enough. But you're getting an outsider's perspective here. I'm a bear. Wolves to me are...high-strung and macho. Always got something to prove, not they don't have a good reason to be. But the People...yea, they call themselves 'the People', like they're fucking Jewish. The People just aren't my type. I'm a bear, I like to do things my way, I don't give a crap about proving myself to anyone, and sometimes I just like to tell people to fuck off so I can be alone. Try being a wolf before you dump it, you might like it. As for you other questions, wolves and bears can co-exist, I share my territory with a pack of werewolves mostly for mutual security and stubbornness. I came and said I liked their land and I was going to live on it. They didn't like it, but there's not a fucking thing they could do about it, and since then we've grown a mutual understanding. We help each other in times of crisis, they leave me alone unless they really need help, I don't bother them or try to push them off land I see as my own...they call it theirs I'm sure. And there are lone wolves that choose to live alone...it's not an easy live, but not all people are social creatures. Wolves and bears usually...would rather have enough land and enough space that one can call some theirs and the other can call the rest theirs, that is to say...they'd rather not share for security, but if there's enough humanity and intelligence in both parties, they can both benefit. I mean, wolves and bears co-exist in the wild, unless food is sparse, they just don't fuck with each other and don't try to fuck each other over if there's plenty to go around. Together, me and the pack are stronger, we just make each other nervous. He looked her way towards the room. You can stay with me as long as you need to. Just because I'm a bear doesn't mean I don't like company once and a while, I'm part human too, and living the life of a bear can be lonely...it's just a fine line to have to walk. A long time ago...I had my first change. My mother couldn't support me and I was a grave risk to her. So my father took me for a while...he was a werebear, my mother was human. She died while I was under his care. My father...was wise and knowledgeable, not personable, but a great Sturmbeorn. Storm Bear, like the werebears of old, Viking days, a warrior. He taught me what I needed to know, how to survive, and then he kicked me off his lands. It wasn't anything personal, two bears just can't share land, small slights would turn into a fight and one would end up killing or hurting the other. He taught me like a parent teaches a cub, and then it was time to be on my own. It wasn't that he didn't care, he did, he still does and he shows it, he shows his pride in me, but we just can't live together for any stretch of time beyond a visit. When I made my way here, to this city, I knew nothing about vampires, werewolves, politics...not the finer aspects of surviving. A werewolf, the alpha of the pack I share land with, helped me out of the kindness of her heart, a rare commodity indeed in our world. She said...someone had helped her like this, like she was going to help me, and when I was a more mature person and a much more able one, someone would end up on my doorstep, frightened and scared, and I would help them in turn. When she was ready he smiled and motioned for her to follow him to the front. A few bellhops and the doorman greeted him as 'Mr. Beorn.' Beorn was bear in old Norse, who knew if that was his real surname. His car, a rather sensible town car, a white Toyota Camry, was parked in front for him and he opened the door for her before climbing into the driver's seat. So...here's a good question. One of your parents was a werewolf. Got any idea which one? Can't be both. He drove down several blocks to the upscale commercial area and parked in front of a club called Dis. Named for the capital city of Hell in Dante's Inferno. The bass was pounding through the black ebony walls and there were no clear windows, the sure sign of a gentleman's club. He looked at for a moment, a half-smirk on his face. Get ready for this... He opened a down and the pounding music came pouring out, along with some dry ice, but inside it was pitch black except for some strobe lights and lasers.