Post by Shawn O'Rielly on Oct 5, 2009 15:40:38 GMT -5
Hush Hills, North Carolina. To many people, this town was home. To Shawn O’Rielly, it would be hell. Or at least that’s what he predicted. He had no way of knowing for sure… after all, he had never been here. He had no experience with anyone here. None, whatsoever.
The plane had dropped him off at the airport, fifty miles out of town. From there, he met with his aunt, a frail, old-looking woman in her late forties. While this was no age, his aunt had a medical condition which had reduced her to the woman she was now: weak, and stuck with the appearance of a eighty year old… and the habits of one.
After their reunion, she gave Shawn the wheel, and let him drive back to Hush Hills. He had accepted her offer without hesitation, despite the face he had yet to earn his license, or a ride of his own. Of course, this was something Shawn’s aunt didn’t know… nor need to know in his opinion.
The drive went smoothly, with little excitement. Shawn’s aunt had slept the entire way, something which Shawn was grateful for. Despite any family ties, Shawn never really liked his aunt the way she wished he did. It was something that nagged at his mind as he drove, but Shawn pushed it down until it stopped.
He had followed the directions taped to the dashboard perfectly, and pulled into Hush Hills about half past nine at night. His aunt’s house was in Black Brooke Place, a neighborhood in town. He had wakened his aunt, and he had offloaded all his luggage and brought it into her house, to his new room.
That had been three hours ago. Now, it was twelve thirty-seven, and Shawn was lying on his bed, bored out of his freaking mind. The sheer quiet of the town was stupefying. Shawn was used to noise throughout the night, and this change was alarming.
His boredom eventually became too hard to bear, and he made up his mind. Exploration was going to be the first thing he did here, and he would start now. So, Shawn stripped off his clothes, throwing them in the corner of his room, locked the bedroom door, and opened his window. He threw himself through, shifting into his wolf form mid-fall, landing paws first on the driveway surface below. Shawn glanced upwards at his opened window, and a growl of satisfaction rose up in his throat.
Turning away, the now shifted Shawn bounded down the driveway, diving behind the cover of a tree when he reached the end, just in time to avoid the notice of a passing car. Close… I’ve got to watch for that…
As the car past, and the scent of burning gasoline receded after it, Shawn caught a whiff of a scent he knew quite well… werewolf. Mixed with the scent of wolf was a fainter, but more bitter smell. Vampire. Another race of immortals.
This discovery perked Shawn’s interest greatly. He followed the scent up the street, for quite some time, before the scent trail ended. Nose up, Shawn started sniffing the air, pawing the ground as he did so. Losing scent trails always annoyed Shawn… it was something that he figured he should be instinctively good at doing, thanks to being a wolf. No such luck for him.
He withdrew into the shadows of a nearby line of brush, as another car swept by. Again, as it passed, and its own scent faded with it, Shawn caught the trail again. Ears perked up, eyes wide, he stared down the driveway closest to him. The cement reeked of werewolf, and underneath it was the more faint smell of Vampire. Great.
The plane had dropped him off at the airport, fifty miles out of town. From there, he met with his aunt, a frail, old-looking woman in her late forties. While this was no age, his aunt had a medical condition which had reduced her to the woman she was now: weak, and stuck with the appearance of a eighty year old… and the habits of one.
After their reunion, she gave Shawn the wheel, and let him drive back to Hush Hills. He had accepted her offer without hesitation, despite the face he had yet to earn his license, or a ride of his own. Of course, this was something Shawn’s aunt didn’t know… nor need to know in his opinion.
The drive went smoothly, with little excitement. Shawn’s aunt had slept the entire way, something which Shawn was grateful for. Despite any family ties, Shawn never really liked his aunt the way she wished he did. It was something that nagged at his mind as he drove, but Shawn pushed it down until it stopped.
He had followed the directions taped to the dashboard perfectly, and pulled into Hush Hills about half past nine at night. His aunt’s house was in Black Brooke Place, a neighborhood in town. He had wakened his aunt, and he had offloaded all his luggage and brought it into her house, to his new room.
That had been three hours ago. Now, it was twelve thirty-seven, and Shawn was lying on his bed, bored out of his freaking mind. The sheer quiet of the town was stupefying. Shawn was used to noise throughout the night, and this change was alarming.
His boredom eventually became too hard to bear, and he made up his mind. Exploration was going to be the first thing he did here, and he would start now. So, Shawn stripped off his clothes, throwing them in the corner of his room, locked the bedroom door, and opened his window. He threw himself through, shifting into his wolf form mid-fall, landing paws first on the driveway surface below. Shawn glanced upwards at his opened window, and a growl of satisfaction rose up in his throat.
Turning away, the now shifted Shawn bounded down the driveway, diving behind the cover of a tree when he reached the end, just in time to avoid the notice of a passing car. Close… I’ve got to watch for that…
As the car past, and the scent of burning gasoline receded after it, Shawn caught a whiff of a scent he knew quite well… werewolf. Mixed with the scent of wolf was a fainter, but more bitter smell. Vampire. Another race of immortals.
This discovery perked Shawn’s interest greatly. He followed the scent up the street, for quite some time, before the scent trail ended. Nose up, Shawn started sniffing the air, pawing the ground as he did so. Losing scent trails always annoyed Shawn… it was something that he figured he should be instinctively good at doing, thanks to being a wolf. No such luck for him.
He withdrew into the shadows of a nearby line of brush, as another car swept by. Again, as it passed, and its own scent faded with it, Shawn caught the trail again. Ears perked up, eyes wide, he stared down the driveway closest to him. The cement reeked of werewolf, and underneath it was the more faint smell of Vampire. Great.