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Post by CASIMIR FREDERICK PAYCE on Feb 25, 2012 19:47:16 GMT -5
For someone who's name could be interpreted as "Destroyer of the World", Casimir definitely enjoyed feeding the ducks far too much. He sat very stilly on a bench near the Wellington Park duckpond and slowly fed the ducks, taking the time to survey his surrounds for both the beauty of nature and any threats that might be lurking in the shadows. The ducks, somehow not sensing the wolf inside of Casimir, crowded around him and demanded bread that was handed out only very slowly and sparingly.
Breathing in deeply, Casimir held his breath for almost thirty seconds, feeling his heart rate lower below what was healthy for a mere human, let alone a werewolf. Another piece of bread was given to the ducks, Casimir's movements slow but fluid, as though he was practicing Tai Chi. The ducks gobbled the bread and then went looking for more, their little tails wagging and their beaks nosing at the plastic bag holding what remained of the loaf. Casimir simply drew in another breath and held it for even longer this time.
Without warning, Casimir threw a handful of popcorn as violently as he could, hiding the pain as best he could as every nerve in his body screamed at the abuse. Four millennia on and he still hadn't mastered the ability to switch from a very calm, controlled state to a adrenaline fueled fight-or-flight state of existence. He should have known better but there had still been the foolish hope that, even though it had been a thousand years since he had given up trying, the trick would work this time.
As Casimir locked his body into a rigid state to prevent any sign of pain, he watched as the ducks realized that he had thrown popcorn at them and scurried back to engage in duels with other ducks for the rare prize of popcorn. A small smile touched Casimir's lips as he watched the ducks fight and thought about the current state of the werewolf packs. For all their differences, werewolves were just like the ducks, only they squabbled over who should be leader and how they should lead as opposed to popcorn.
Gradually, the pain faded and Casimir resumed feeding the ducks and, although he was economical with the bread, he was no longer trying to snap in and out of a meditative state.
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Post by VANYA CHEYENNE AIRION on Feb 25, 2012 20:18:42 GMT -5
I walked silently around Wellington park. It was a pretty little place not too far from the Vokul mansion, and I needed to escape so badly right now. Don’t get me wrong, I adored Gabe, but his pack could drive me nuts sometimes. I had gotten used to the solidarity of being on the run, and the independence and loneliness of it all. The mansion, while wonderful, was never empty. There were wolves around constantly, and it wore on me. Even before the change, things had been quieter. I could just go run when the company was too much. Here, well, here I was careful, so very careful. No one could know the size and power of my shift, let alone that I could shift when and where I chose. If they knew, it would end badly. For all I knew, they would decide that I was trying to over throw Gabe, and tear me to pieces. Not that I would betray him. He was the closest person to me right now, and I felt a strong sense of loyalty to him. Not really to the Vokul, just him.
A smile twisted itself wryly on my face as I stopped beside a pretty duck pond. What would my parents say now? I ran as a lesser wolf in a clan without a pair of alphas. I also knew that my scent would identify me as a Vokul, even if I wasn’t one. Though I could probably escape by speed and force if any rouges decided to take offense at my smell and presence. Plus if there were any Kinbok around, that might be a problem. Gabe had been telling stories of them yesterday.
I sighed, shoving my hands in the pockets of my cut off jean shorts. I wasn’t really making any attempt to hide my differences. I was slender, but powerful muscles rippled on my frame, emphasized by the flowy tank top I wore. My feet were bare, due to the fact that I hated shoes. Though to maintain appearances I wore a pair of blue flip-flops. I glanced around me, slightly wary, but there was only an older man feeding ducks nearby. Other than that I was alone. It was lovely. No one pressing close, trying to figure me out. So I didn’t want to talk about my past… it wasn’t like it was necessary information. Gabe had never pushed, why couldn’t everyone just take their cues from him? But no… the wolves, especially the females, were so pushy and nosy.
I watched the ducks as they were fed, amber-brown eyes seeming almost fathomless. I missed my wolf. It seemed weird to say that, but I really did. I was almost more comfortable as a wolf now than I was in my human form. Spending weeks running in wolf form tended to do that, I suppose. Now I had spent quite awhile in human form, and my wolf was getting restless. She was strong, and she wanted out. I shifted from side to side, looking back towards the water, knowing my eyes were gaining more of the amber hue that my wolf had. She wanted control, but I couldn’t give it to her… not now. Not until I was long gone. Well away from the Kinbok, Vokul and rouges. Maybe I would head west. My grandfather had been to Washington once, said it was an amazing place. Maybe I could try there. Like where no one would know or care. With those thoughts came a slightly more genuine smile, but this time when I looked up, my eyes were pure amber, all traces of the dark gold gone. She had some control, and that was good enough for now…
Tagged: Casimir
Word count: 621
Outfit: jean shorts and a lavender colored tank top. Blue flip flops.
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Post by CASIMIR FREDERICK PAYCE on Feb 26, 2012 1:46:59 GMT -5
The wind carried the scent of a new wolf towards Casimir, even before he heard or saw her. It told him that the wolf was female, relatively young even by human standards, healthy and, more importantly, that she was a member of the Vokul clan. He didn't recognise the wolf's scent, so he assumed that she was new in town. Over the years, Casimir had met just about all the members of the Vokul clan who lived in the area, so it wasn't a bad assumption.
As the new werewolf came closer, Casimir was able to discern that she was not actually a member of the Vokul, she had just been around them long enough that the pack's scent and even some of the pack's magic had begun to seep into her pores. In particular, Casimir was able to pick out the scent of the Vokul Alpha, Gabriel Belden, suggesting that the female werewolf spent more time with him than any other wolf. She also smelled as though she was dominant rather than submissive, something that was confirmed by Casimir's first sighting of her.
The woman was tall, muscular, and radiated dominance. Casimir, who had just been surveying her out of the corner of his eyes, turned back to the ducks and kept his eyes down. He even forced himself to cringe a little. If - and when - the female werewolf noticed him, it wouldn't do to look too comfortable or confident, especially since he wasn't a member of any pack. For a wolf so dominant to be allowed within the Vokuls without being one of them, this woman must be in pretty tight with the Alpha.
Casimir was wearing, as always, his bionic contacts, each embedded with over two million tiny LEDs, and a non-invasive brain-interface rig, and so called up his database on the Vokuls. The text appeared in front of him, seemingly two feet away, and Casimir thought about adding the woman to the database, the details appearing as he thought about them.
Closing that window, Casimir activated the miniature cameras in his lenses in preparation for the inevitable confrontation. He wanted to be able to capture high resolution 3D images of the werewolf's head, body, facial expressions and even the way she moved. Microphones embedded in his lapels would provide him with a high quality stereo recording of the wolf's voice, and a scent sensor hidden in his tie would record the scents of the meeting so that Casimir could reproduce them at home and narrow them all down until he came to the werewolf's particular scent.
The technology was perhaps a little excessive, but Casimir had found it to be quite useful in the past. It allowed him to build up a better picture of his enemies and allowed him to notice changes in their behavior and lifestyle. It all added up to a seemingly omniscient knowledge that he could use to put people off-guard or even blackmail them if it suited his purposes. Having better intelligence than his enemies was one of the reasons Casimir had survived so long.
Handing another piece of bread out to the ducks, Casimir continued to acted as though he was in fear, even going as far as to smell afraid. He wasn't going to give this new werewolf any reason to try and kill him or to set the Vokuls against him. Cowardly and submissive were the orders of the day.
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