08-14-2014, 02:57 PM
Sierra pushed him away. He had wanted to help, but it seemed like she didn't want or need it. He let her get up and move away towards the man she had shot before. Calvin backed away to watch. He didn't know what she was going to do and he didn't think he'd be able to stop her anyways.
She patted the man down. Calvin could tell the man was still alive but wasn't likely to live longer. Then she shot him - right through the eye. Calvin wasn't sure where his thoughts were on that. He could understand her anger - maybe. His thoughts drifted back and forth wondering if she was wrong or right. He kept trying to justify her action - it was a mercy after all - he died quickly rather than suffering. It was justice for Snow.
Calvin didn't move - he just continued to watch feeling completely and utterly useless. He wanted to help her, but didn't know how or even if he could. He thought of her smile and wondered if he'd ever see it again and wondered if he would hear her laugh again.
His thoughts were interrupted by the scent of blood. The entire area was covered with it and for the second time in a few moments the wolf rose within him again. He didn't resist it this time. There was no reason to resist it. Calvin wanted to hunt. He wanted blood.
He looked toward Sierra again - she was holding a business card. A animalistic anger shot through him. It wasn't directed at her, but at everyone who had caused him or those he loved pain - the drunk driver, the poachers, even the doctor who had diagnosed his mother's cancer. There was only one he could reach - the name on that card.
Calvin stood, a growl coming into his throat. It came without a thought, the wolf starting to take control. He wanted and needed to hunt - and he wanted to hunt whatever name that was on that card. Would Sierra allow him into her pack? If not he would hunt anyway.
He sent images to Dawn Wind - images of hunting and killing. Dawn Wind's reply was laced with anger. The images that returned were ones of chastisement. Images of the older wolf pushing Calvin back with his front paws and trying to force Calvin to submit to his authority. Calvin resisted, the wolf part fighting back against Dawn Wind. Calvin the man couldn't help Sierra - he couldn't do what needed to be done. The wolf could though.
Dawn Wind kept fighting as Calvin stepped slowly toward Sierra. He retrieved his weapons and put the bow over his shoulder as well as the quiver, his posture tense. He would follow her lead. If she pushed him away, he would find his own hunting grounds.
Edited by Calvin, Aug 14 2014, 03:04 PM.
She patted the man down. Calvin could tell the man was still alive but wasn't likely to live longer. Then she shot him - right through the eye. Calvin wasn't sure where his thoughts were on that. He could understand her anger - maybe. His thoughts drifted back and forth wondering if she was wrong or right. He kept trying to justify her action - it was a mercy after all - he died quickly rather than suffering. It was justice for Snow.
Calvin didn't move - he just continued to watch feeling completely and utterly useless. He wanted to help her, but didn't know how or even if he could. He thought of her smile and wondered if he'd ever see it again and wondered if he would hear her laugh again.
His thoughts were interrupted by the scent of blood. The entire area was covered with it and for the second time in a few moments the wolf rose within him again. He didn't resist it this time. There was no reason to resist it. Calvin wanted to hunt. He wanted blood.
He looked toward Sierra again - she was holding a business card. A animalistic anger shot through him. It wasn't directed at her, but at everyone who had caused him or those he loved pain - the drunk driver, the poachers, even the doctor who had diagnosed his mother's cancer. There was only one he could reach - the name on that card.
Calvin stood, a growl coming into his throat. It came without a thought, the wolf starting to take control. He wanted and needed to hunt - and he wanted to hunt whatever name that was on that card. Would Sierra allow him into her pack? If not he would hunt anyway.
He sent images to Dawn Wind - images of hunting and killing. Dawn Wind's reply was laced with anger. The images that returned were ones of chastisement. Images of the older wolf pushing Calvin back with his front paws and trying to force Calvin to submit to his authority. Calvin resisted, the wolf part fighting back against Dawn Wind. Calvin the man couldn't help Sierra - he couldn't do what needed to be done. The wolf could though.
Dawn Wind kept fighting as Calvin stepped slowly toward Sierra. He retrieved his weapons and put the bow over his shoulder as well as the quiver, his posture tense. He would follow her lead. If she pushed him away, he would find his own hunting grounds.
Edited by Calvin, Aug 14 2014, 03:04 PM.