This wasn’t her idea of how the night would have ended. In fact, she hadn’t even planned on going out in the first place. But, she just had to get talked into it. So now, instead of being at home reading a book, Zoya found herself dressed warmly for the cold December night and handcuffed in the back of a cop car. Fabulous.

In all honesty, had the three that came up with the idea gone about things the right way, they wouldn’t have been caught. Of course, instead of looking for the information necessary to look into the practices of the testing facility, the trio had disregarded her and gone on to freeing all the testing animals and setting off the alarm.

In the meantime, Zoya had been busy rummaging through files and taking as many pictures of the documents as she could. She had just finished putting things back where they belonged when she noticed footsteps outside the office.

Remembering all this made the young woman frown. Not only had she closed the drawer on her finger as she’d hurriedly closed it, things had not gone how any of them had planned. Otto was supposed to have come to get her. Instead, she’d been more than a little surprised to find a complete stranger walk through the door. A gun toting cop. To make matters worse, he found her with her finger in her mouth as she tried to sooth it and muffle a curse.

For the moment, she couldn’t focus her irritation at who she really thought deserved it: the three that had ran off without her. The next best thing, unfortunately for him, happened to be her arresting officer.

She glared at him while mumbling under her breath. Well… she glared at the back of his head, foolishly hoping that her stare made him at least a bit uncomfortable. Boy was she tempted to kick at the back of his seat. Very tempted.

Zoya had rambled on about the shady procedures used by Oslov Corp as he slapped the handcuffs on her wrists, and laughed as rabbits hopped across a hallway while being escorted her out of the building. At least the folks at Oslov would have a merry time chasing after all the animals.

Now, she turned to look out the car window and saw her own reflection looking back at her. Some of the hair she’d pulled up into a pony tail had escaped the ties and framed her face. She was sulking. There was no other way to describe what she was seeing, and the moment Zoya realized this, her irritation doubled.

Outside, the streets and other vehicles passed. As they neared the station, she sighed. “Couldn’t have stopped for coffee, now could you?”

<small>((continued from The God Wars of South America))</small>

Age:23
Ht:6'2"
Wt:205
Hair: brown
Eyes:blue

Ivan Sarkozy, called Vanya by his family, was born in Moscow in 2022 to Anton and Vasilisa Sarkozy and grew up in the Zamoskvarechye neighborhood. Anton was a beat cop and his mother worked in a bakery. He had 2 siblings, Yegor and Valeriya, both younger. They were a poor but relatively happy family. Anton worked hard in their neighborhood. His father had been a police officer as well, as had been his grandfather. It was a tradition in the family, being brought up to serve and protect in that capacity. But as much as Ivan loved and respected his father, he felt like being a cop was a losing battle. The neighborhood continued to fall apart, what with the crumbling old buildings, the illegals and even the black market activities. Being Russian helped (though his last name was French from his great-great grandfather.) They weren’t exploited like the illegals. And they lived in the “better off” parts of the neighborhood. But Ivan felt like what his father did made very little difference. It was only a matter of time before the corruption spread to their neighborhood. Ivan hated the thought though.

And then one day when he was 15 his fear became a reality. He got home from school to find his father’s fellow officers there. Father had been shot and was in the hospital. For the family, it felt like the world was crumbling around them. Anton had been their rock. Mother kept all of them going, but she too was suffering. And Ivan suddenly found himself imagining having to take up his father’s place. But in the midst of that heart-ache, something happened that changed Ivan. The neighbors quietly came in and started helping out. Little things. Dropping meals off. Visits to help clean the home. Help with Yegor and little Valeriya. Words and deeds of kindness. “Anton is a good man. He’s strong. He’ll come out of this.” “Don’t wory Vanya! Your father will be fine. He’s a bear!. Look at how he takes care of our neighborhood, keeps it safe.” “Silisa, shhh….It’s ok to be scared. But we are all here. Your family is our family.”

Vanya was touched by the love and support they’d received. Nobody had organized it. No one was in charge. It was just a natural organic growth. His mother and father had served their neighbors and community. And now when they needed help, they had been supported and served in kind. And true to their reassurances, Anton did make a recovery, though he walked with a limp the rest of his life. Vanya, more than ever, realized the power his father had- and that he wanted to be just like him. He was a Sarkozy and Sarkozy’s were cops. After graduating school, Vanya joined the CCD police academy. He worked hard and graduated with top scores.

When he was 21, though, he and his partner were busting a pimp who’d been working out of a crack house. The place was filled with chaos and it was dark and hard to see what was going on. Terror threatened to claw its way passed his throat but he forced it down. They had a job to do. They were walking through the house, clearing the rooms one by one, when one of the many limp bodies on the floor surged up, needle in hand and went for his partner. Suddenly, Vanya saw the room clearly and time slowed. He moved his hands without thinking and the woman with the needle flew back into a wall. He was stunned and didn’t know what happened. They eventually finished in the house, but a couple days later on the job, he had a fever and passed out. It was the Sickness. Their precinct captain, following procedure, called his superiors and before long, Vanya found himself being studied inside the thick walls of an unknown building, unsure of what was happening to him. He wanted to be let out. The symptoms had gone away and he felt fine. And he hadn’t done anything wrong.

And then, one day, he received a visitor.

Here's the direct link for ya'll.

http://www.dragonmount.com/index.php/New...dency-r781

I also made a reply to the thread I started last week:

http://www.dragonmount.com/forums/topic/...ermission/


Edited by Aria, Jun 12 2014, 06:59 AM.

Continued from A New Home

Calvin opened the door to the cab as it pulled up at the hospital entrance. He paid the driver, giving him a generous tip for the assistance in walking to the cab. The driver helped him into the hospital and a nearby nurse moved ro get a wheelchair. Before she could, Calvin asked for crutches instead, preferring them to the wheelchairs.

The first thing that Calvin noticed was the smell. Hospitals generally have a sterile smell, and with his heightened sense of smell, Calvin was able to smell other chemicals used to keep things clean.

He also picked up the scent of those in the waiting room. If was a part of his gift that he could "smell" the emotions of other people. There were too many scents to count and Calvin had difficulty differentiating the scents, but he could pick up worry, sadness, fear, and anxiety. The effect was like walking into a candle or perfume shop - all the scents mingled together and gave Calvin a headache.

He approached the front desk and the woman behind the counter spoke, "How can I help...you."


She covered her surprise well. Calvin noticed the slight pause as she noticed the color of his eyes. He hadn't even thought about hiding them, but afterall, he couldn't hide them forever. Calvin explained that he needed stitches in his foot and she gave him some forms to fill out, telling him to let her know when he was done so.she could get them without him having to walk on his injured foot. He thanked her and sat down to fill out the forms.

The memory of the last time he was in a hospital forced itself back into his mind as he began to write his name...

Calvin was going out to feed the cows when the phone call came that his wife and son had been in a car accident involving a drunk driver. He immediatly got in his truck and drove to the hospital. He had only arrived when the doctor came out to inform him that they didn't make it. Calvin asked to see them beginning to cry. The doctor took him into the room, and he saw his wife laying on a hospital bed. She appeared to be asleep, but when he took her hand it was cold and there was a large gash on her forehead. He kissed her and said goodbye, continuing to cry. He moved to his son and kissed him on the forehead, remembering that only a few days ago, Benji had caught his first ball. He picked him up and feeling his son's broken body was when he had really realized that they were gone. He put his son down, and began sobbing uncontollably

...Calvin snapped out the memory and and thought Mary, Benji, I hope I will see you again someday.


Calvin reached for the wolves. Being on the outskirts, he was able to sense some wolves farther away. He just sensed them, not comunnicating much except a brief introduction. It brought him some comfort.

He wiped away a tear that had formed during the memory, turning once more to fill out the hospital form.


Edited by Calvin, Jun 11 2014, 01:49 PM.

“Sir, do you have a moment?”


Yulian’s appointed chief ‘ambassadorial escort’ halted him with a firm grip on his shoulder. Two of the twenty escorts in Custody civilian-grade Reinforced Combat Suits confronted him while the others fanned out in a loose formation. They eyed the armed group awaiting them at the end of the deserted hallway with hostility.

Damien stifled his irritation and kept his posture relaxed. He almost regretted allowing Yulian to convince him to bring the man with him. Not yet out of Benito Juárez International and Chief Spatzinov had thrice attempted to usurp his authority under the pretence of ‘anomalous behavioural activity’. “Of course, Chief. What advice do you have for me?”



Spatzinov frowned at his choice of words. Damien met his glare with indifference prompting the spiteful man to answer. “What is this, Oakland? Yulian sent me here to negotiate a contract with businessmen, not armed savages.”



“Yulian sent you to escort me, Spatzinov,”
he said in a firm tone. “You will obey my order unless Yulian sends word to the contrary. Let us proceed.”



Spatzinov’s grip did not lessen. “Those men are armed to the teeth with assault rifles and explosives! I expected a welcoming party, not a military squadron.”



Damien removed the man’s hand from his shoulder and held it in a tight grasp. “We are no longer in the Custody. This is Mexico, and the cartels hold the government by the throat. You should be honoured that Gamez Estande has offered us such protection. It is rare to find a man outside of the cartels with the power or nerve to do such a thing. A man that is exactly what Yulian is looking for.”



Left with no other choice, Spatzinov followed when Damien made for the greeting party at a sedate pace. In his deftly designed suit of deep maroon and Monastral blue he cut a striking figure in contrast to the drab timbres of professional guards. His approach was met with suspicious eyes and nervous fingers drifting towards triggers. Damien spread his arms wide and gave the sour looking Mexicans a smile. “Hola, my friends, I trust Gamez is well?”


“Hola, Mr. Oakland,”
the foremost among them returned in a feminine voice. It was hard to tell with her shaved head and perpetual scowl that Rosita Estande was a woman but life had given her a hard road to follow as heir to Estande’s company and estate. “All is well, although it seems your pets grow weary of their chains.”
She pointed her rifle towards his escort with in a casual motion.

Damien held up a hand to prevent any mishaps. He could feel Spatzinov’s glare boring into the back of his skull. “These men represent Yulian’s interests, Rosita. They have left family and home to honour this agreement with your father. You will treat them with respect.”


Rosita met his eyes and her soldiers shuffled irritably but she did nothing but grunt and gesture them forward. “Let’s go then, Mr. Oakland. We shall see what my father has to say. Tides turn easily in Mexico City, do not count on goodwill to sustain you.”


Mexico City; a city hardened by an unseen civil war. Damien could sense the rotting pestilence that scourged the land. Of instinct, he gripped the Light with impatience, only to let it simmer on the edge of euphoria. There was no other choice but to endure. For now.

When I was writing my bio, we had discussed in the chatroom the idea of wolves having prophecies about the return of the channelers. It was a big part of why Calvin came to Moscow. I'd like to start working on something for the wiki page on the wolf prophecies, but this might be a good place to discuss prophecies in general. Does anyone have any thoughts?

In honor of Nick Trano's enthusiasm to become a US Navy sailor, hackers have posted an errant press release issued by the CCD naming today as national Comic Sans Appreciation Day.




The CCD has issued the following IC statement:

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The CNI has not, nor ever will, issue a national holiday in honor of a font.

<big><big>Press Release:</big></big>

Consulate on National Integrity

Dec, 2045




The Central Custody of Dominion Consulate on National Integrity (CCDCNI)
has i$$ued the following
pro¢lamation.

Henceforth across the Dominion, today is to be known as





<big>COMIC SANS APPRECIATION DAY!!!</big>


(†here will be a reception at The Kremlin).


/endrelease
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Name: Zoya Bocharov
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Race: Human
Goddess: Amana
Location: Moscow
Occupation: Environmental Scientist, Researcher for the Center for Nature Conservation... Activist
Powers: Female half of the One Power
Strength: 5/36
Experience: New


Appearance: Green eyed, and with delicately chiseled features, the young brunette is 5’5” tall and about 125 lbs. Athletic by nature, Zoya has a svelte and defined figure; the combined result of her love for swimming and running.

Personality: Zoya is a highly spirited, idealistic young woman. While she is not willing to hurt others in the pursuit of her ideals, she is not past committing minor infractions in order to benefit her cause. This, along with her inability to hold her tongue, makes others, on occasion, see her as a tad bit reckless.

Biography:

They say that she was never born, that she exists eternally. She is the personification of both time and eternity.

She lives in the waters. She rules them and their spirits.

At first, she rode the wave that was the Milky Way and created the sun to warm the world. Not having anticipated its strength and fierce heat, the goddess of the rivers and the waters immersed the sun in the ocean each night to protect the earth and all in it.

She is Amana…

Raised along one of the smaller river towns along the Moskva, Zoya has always loved nature and felt a special connection to the rivers and oceans. Always the outspoken one, she was never afraid to give people a piece of her mind.

She had a wonderful upbringing. Her parents loved her and each other. All in all, Zoya had a typical life. From about the time she turned sixteen, however, she experienced bouts of illness. Nausea and headaches that left her in bed for days at a time. Her parents insisted on taking her to the doctor, but she managed to convince them otherwise. The girl had heard of others that had been taken away, and was afraid of the same fate.

It was around the time that Zoya planned on leaving for college, in Moscow, that she noticed something peculiar. Having decided to spend some time with her youngest brother, Zoya took a twelve year old Anton to the river. Everything went well till Anton, despite her protests, climbed a tree and promptly fell into the water.

In the fall, Anton had broken a leg, nearly drowned, and lost consciousness. It took great effort on her part, but she managed to get him out of the river before the current dragged them both too far. In a panic, Zoya did her best to get her brother to wake up. Her attempts at CPR seemed to drag on too long, her fear rising until tears streamed down her face.

When the boy woke up, coughing out water and gasping for air, Zoya was overwhelmed with relief. He was going to be fine, and his leg, she noticed in astonishment, was no longer broken.

After a time, the headaches stopped, and she realized that odd things happened around her whenever she was afraid.

After attaining her bachelors in Environmental Science, Zoya chose to stay in Moscow working for an activist organization known as the Center for Nature Conservation. Manned by volunteers, and largely none profit, she considered it a better fit than a possible position within the government itself.
Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Jun 8 2014, 06:47 PM.

continued from Calvin's Biography

Calvin grimaced in pain as he pulled the shard of the coffee cup out of his foot. He looked at the injury and realized that he would need stitches. Calvin cursed at his carelessness as he hopped to the bathroom to put a temporary bandage on his bleeding foot. The closest thing he had to a bandage was a small towel.

He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his foot, grimacing more as the pain shot through his leg. He secured it the best he could with a t-shirt. He would need to adjust it to keep it on until a more permanent fix was applied, but it would work for now.

Calvin stood up, keeping his weight on his uninjured left foot, and looked in the mirror to see once more the cause of his accident. Before it had been a passing glance, but Calvin got a full look this time. His eyes, previously a dark brown, now were yellow.

No, not yellow - golden.
Calvin thought.

His eyes glowed in the light emanating from the light bulbs in the room. Unsurprisingly to Calvin, they seemed to be very lupine. Thinking of wolves instinctively made him reach out to find them, but he found nothing. The wolves avoided cities and unless circumstances were very dire, he probably wouldn't sense them here. Calvin made a mental note to look for a place to live closer to the country and thanked God that his lease here was only a monthly one. He had enough to live on for awhile. He had a lot of land and had made good on the sale, but without steady employment, he would soon be out.

"So to the hospital and then to look for work,"
Calvin said aloud.

He hobbled back to his living room and sat down to call a cab to take him to the hospital. After receiving a confirmation that a cab was on the way, he hung up the phone, thinking more about the changes in his life.

Calvin chuckled a bit as his thoughts went to stories of werewolves that him and his friends would talk about as kids. He remembered the cheesy movies about werewolves, vampires, and other things that go bump in the night.

Am I a werewolf? No, that's nonsense. They're only stories.
Calvin thought frowning.

But if his friends would have told Calvin not too long ago that some people could talk to wolves and their eyes changed to wolf eyes, he would have looked at them like they were nuts. Calvin began to think that maybe there is some validity to some of the stories, myths, and legends that had been passed down. Maybe werewolves didn't exist, but Whispering Leaf had spoken of the "powerful two legs." Calvin would have to keep an open mind.

A honk came from outside the apartment and Calvin stood and hobbled outside. The cab driver came up to Calvin to help. Calvin kept his head down, looking focused on where he was placing his injured foot. The cab driver didn't notice Calvin's eyes and Calvin sighed gratefully as the driver shut his door and moved around to go to the drivers seat.

The cab driver put the car in gear and began to drive. Calvin adjusted his bandage and looked out the window thoughtfully.

You're here one day and have already hurt yourself. This will be an interesting journey.


Continued in Wolves, Dreams, Memory


Edited by Calvin, Jun 11 2014, 09:38 PM.