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"Let us see where the tracks go to and come from at least, while we wait"
"I have found it's tracks, we could hunt it. There were only 2 of them"
Sean returns to the others and explains what he found. "Death in spring?! Whatever it is, I think it went this way. One in wolf form one in human form wearing runners. What do you think guys?"
I managed to download it. Drivethru seems to have a problem with Internet Explorer did you try in Firefox?
DaWay, I have not applied my werewolf template yet. When should I do that?
Staying well out of sight of the police. He will wander the area and see if he can find any tracks leading to or from the scene.
Nodding briefly Sean gathered up his meagre possessions and followed Stone into the jeep.
"Agreed. Anyone caught in the fire will be long dead by the time we get to them no-matter how direct a route we take" Sean replies
"I will go with you. How about the rest of the pack, should we not move as one?"
Staring at the moon and allowing it to fill him with strength, Sean filled his mind with the memory of his old form. The change was easy in the end, even if it was a little painful.
Spoiler:
Spoiler: Seans words came out as a jumble of barks and growls. He began to realise that he wasn't in his normal body. His paws against the ground. The wet fur sticking to his skin. The smells of the world in his nostrils.
Sean tried to change back to his old self. The way the man had just changed into a wolf. It wasn't easy. It was an absurd thing for his mind to try and grasp
Spoiler: It took effort for Sean to conseal his teeth, and even more effort for him to respond.
"I don't want your sandwich! Who are you?" Sean responded, not aproching.
Spoiler: Sean's fear subsides a little. Only a little. Why should he trust this man? It's not really food he wanted. Though he didn't have the capacity to understand, it was comfort he wanted. Comfort and all the things that implies. Friends and family and everything he just lost in an instant.
Sean showed his teeth but did not growl. He watched the man but did not approach. He keeps a nose for the scent of predators, but he does not run. Something made Sean curious about the man. Somehow Sean knew the man should be afraid but he was not. Instead the stranger had a welcoming air. He smelled... Different.
Spoiler:
Sean ran from the fear and the confusion. He ran from the pain both physical and mental. It was as if he was not truly in control, a base survival instinct had kicked in and he had no will to oppose it. He was not sure what had happened to him. Nor did he understand what had happened to his family. Not on the surface anyway. The true Sean Fitzpatric retreated inside himself and allowed his baser instinct to take over. Only vaguely aware of the world passing by around him as he ran, and of the bits of cloths awkwardly clinging to his wet, rain soaked body. Was it only rain? Sean shrank away from the thought. Deeper inside he hid. ST:
Anyone mind if I intrude on their back story?
Sean is still a child. Perhaps 16 years old now, though no-one knows the precise age, not even himself. Not yet fully grown he stands at about five foot two. Years of living on the streets of Seattle has made him strong and a creature of the night, long before he first turned. He retains a lot of his traits from before, messy, curious and sharp of mind. Thankfully his now heightened senses have made him clean himself more often. Sitting on top of Sean's head is a mess of red hair that looked like it had never been cut properly in his life. His cloths are ragged and functional, with no thought put to style. His eyes are sharp, always looking out for danger from those larger than himself.
PhilOfCalth's Entry Traits: Agility d8, Smarts d8, Spirit d6, Strength d4, Vigor d6
Skills: Fighting d4, Investigation d6, Knowledge(History) d8, Knowledge(Technology) d6, Notice d6, shooting d8, streetwise d6 Edges:
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Backstory: To follow when I've read the background
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