Bad Habits (Finished)

[Phoenix]

It was late at night, and Phoenix had been making the same trip to the cemetery at the same time every night ever since he joined the Black Brook Pack. The pack had recognized his level of stress and anger and had decided that instead of a member of the pack play fighting with him like they normally would have done with any other member; they had decided it best that he wait out by the cemetery for common wild life to come by and he would release his anger and stress upon them so as no logic thinking being would be harmed. Even as a werewolf in the wolf form, he did not like the taste of raw meat. So Phoenix would drag his mutilated deer, or rabbit or whatever it was that he caught, back to those he knew that would enjoy it. (So as no traces of such an act would be found by the common wolf hunter.)

As he arrived at the bed of the deceased, he could smell that something was out of place. Someone had been here recently, or where still here and hiding. If it were to be a hunter, he did not wish to expose himself by going out into the open. If it were to be a normal person hiding (presumably out of fear) then it did not effect him. He decided to play it safe and stay out of the open. So as a natural hunter himself, Phoenix dept into some thick brush and waited to spy some movement, sniff some perspiration or adrenalin, or hear the shuffling of clothes.

[Elizabeth Coons]

The hunched figure that made the air seem out of place to the werewolf didn't realize there was another visitor to the cemetery. The hunched figure was Elizabeth, ironically a child hood friend of the recently turned werewolf. The girls eyes were riveted on twin tombstones. She knelt of freshly turned earth. "Michal & Hanna Coons. Loving Parents. Gone Too Soon," read the gravestone. It was irrational to come so late at night to mourn her parents. Although it was irrational, she was here anyways. Elizabeth hadn't exactly been rational lately anyways. Besides, it was less likely fellow mourners would come. The last thing she needed right now was a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

Elizabeth clutched a charm bracelet in her hands. She had taken it off so that it was easier to see it without having to contort her arm into an uncomfortable angle. A single tear slipped down her unusually pallid face. One thing Elizabeth was glad for was the fact that she didn't blush or pale. The only change in color that her face ever got was when she cried, and when she hot over-heated. That was normal though. Elizabeth was frozen in time right now, so facial color didn't mean anything to her now.

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[Phoenix]

While hidden by the overgrown bushes, Phoenix waited for some kind of disturbance. The moon shown brightly overhead but it was a partly clouded night and presently, the moon was entirely clouded. He watched the motionless gravestones waiting for the moon to overcome the overcast and release it ominus light upon the silent night. Finally it had. Phoenix quikly and quietly scanned the graveyard, and then he saw him, or her, or it. At first he didn't recognize the face of the human. He knew that there had been a ceremony earlier that day of a couple that he hadn't bothered to attend. He thought back to his childhood of a couple that had moved to Hush Hills and their young daughter. Then it hit him like a train. The figure hovering over the graves was Elizabeth. It must have been her parents, or close reletives, that had passed away. He had not been aware that she was back in town. He almost jumped up and ran toward her, but then remeberd that he was in wolf form and that it may have still been possible that there was a hunter nearby. Instead of leaving, or jumping out, Phoeinx decided to stay put. He would watch over her and remember the fun times they had and the next day he would visit her grandparents whom his family would spend every New Years with and see if they could catch up.

[Elizabeth Coons]

After remaining motionless for at least ten minutes, Elizabeth's stiff body protested loudly enough. She got up slowly, awkward from being still so long. The charm bracelet she had been clinging to was still in her hand. After wrestling with it for a few second, Elizabeth released the clasp and it stayed on her wrist. Elizabeth inhaled deeply and sighed. One can only mourn for so long before it becomes a part of ones personality. She didn't want to be a depressed, depressing person. Instead of staring morbidly at her parents tomb stones, she stared up at the full moon. It was shrouded behind clouds, but it's light still penetrated the misty clouds.

Elizabeth turned her attention to the rest of the graveyard now. One of the many things she found beautiful in the world was the light a full moon would cast on everything. Even poor men can have silver on a full moon night. She thought. A smile traced her lips. It was healthier to focus on the beautiful things in life, instead of those that brought you pain. It was possible to mourn her parents, but not let it effect every aspect of her life. After one last furtive glance at the twin graves, even though there was no one to accuse her of it, she turned, and headed for the exit of the cemetery. She had been here long enough. A chilling wind gusted through the graveyard. Elizabeth had forgotten to grab a jacket on her way out. She wrapped her arms around herself as she trudged on toward her vehicle.

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[Phoenix]

It was almost disturbing to watch Elizabeth remain so motionless for someone he had known to always be on the move. She had stood as still as the gravestones themselves for at least ten minutes and for anybody who might drive by just might think that she was an angel of some sort. She finally stood up and headed for her bike. Phoenix watched her cover her arms because of a sudden breeze and along the breeze he could smell a deer off in the distance but he didn't care. His old medicine was back and it worked as good as it always had. Phoenix waited until she was on her bike and out of sight before leaving his post. He went to the spot Elizabeth had been mourning at and read the rock. It was her parents. None of this would be coming as a shock to him this very moment if he hadn't lost touch with the Coons. He left the cemetery early that night, and got to bed at a decent time and dreamt of Elizabeth being back in town.

[Elizabeth Coons]

((OOC:: She actually has a bike, no car. No sir! xD))