as written by Tiko and Knosis
Desmond and Chloe eventually made their way out of the city limits, and off the main highway as they took to back roads that wound through the dense forests that Lutetia was well known for. They had picked up more food on their way out of the city, and the bags of fast food where strewn about the seat between them.
When your metabolism ran hot like theirs, you needed the food. Especially while healing. He expected Chloe would be eating on and off most of the day, and he didn't want to take her too far out of the city without food on hand for when she got hungry again.
"'tis about an 'our to get where we're 'eadin'," Desmond told her. "'ow are you feelin?"
He glanced over at her. No doubt being trucked off to the middle of nowhere with a stranger wasn't the best way she could imagine spending her day, but he wagered she would have straight up told him to go get bent if he had told her where he was taking her.
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Chloe had been blankly staring out of the window, nibbling on some chips she had grabbed out of the bag. She had been oddly quiet the entire time since getting into the car with Desmond, and all the while she had thinking of several different things. She turned to look at him, blinking as she came back to the present.
"Better." She admitted. "Still a bit sore on the ribs, but I expect they will take a couple of days.." She seemed curious, but her question never rose about asking where they were going.
She was pretty sure if he wanted her dead, he would have done it already. "So forgive me if I'm being nosy, but you and your brother don't seem like you're from Lutetia either.." She murmured. "Where you two come from?"
She was just trying to stir up idol chat in order to keep her mind off things back in the city.
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"Aye, we're from Iveria," Desmond answered. "You know this used to be part of Iveria? Before there was a Lutetia my people lived all across Issunar. There's still remnants of our 'history 'ere', if you know where to look."
"'ow about you?" he asked as he glanced over at her. "You don't seem to 'ave much of an accent to ya. I can't place it."
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"Didn't know that. I'll keep that in mind.. I've not been in Lutetia very long, actually.." She murmured.
She chuckled softly. "I've tried working on getting rid of the accent, I guess it is good that it is gone..." She murmured. "Moved here and there when I was a kid. Moved to Lutetia from Wing City though. Was a detective there too, until.. Well.." She tapped the scar that marred her neck. "Had a case of a serial killer on the loose. I thought it was someone trying to frame werewolves, because some of the killings were too staged. So I got cocky. I found the guy, and I didn't expect him to be a werewolf.." She murmured. "People said I was lucky to be alive, yet I didn't feel so lucky after all that.."
"So I moved to Lutetia. Needed to start a new life." She sighed. "Way to start it, hm?" Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.
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"After me first shift when I was just a lad, I killed all of our chickens," Desmond told her. "Every single one of them. I was sure me dad would give me a tannin' for it," he said with a chuckle. "Well, I didn't get a tannin' but me dad 'ad me gather up all the eggs from the nests an' keep them under a lamp 'til they 'atched."
"He taught me and me brother what it means to be what we are. And 'is dad taught him, and so on. I think maybe I forgot that, 'til last night."
He glanced over at her again.
"You know you're gonna die if you keep on the way you are," he said with an arch of his brow. "An' I don't mean 'unters, or Baron, or anyone else. Your body can't keep takin' the abuse."
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Her jaw clenched and she looked away. She knew he spoke the truth. "I know.." She murmured. "It has been getting worse lately.. It isn't like I haven't tried to stop it.." Her brows knitted together.
"I had no one in my life for seven years." She said quietly. "I was disowned and left to fend for myself once it was known I was a danger to my 'human friends'." She murmured. "And for the longest time, I didn't care if I got better.. But I guess I realized I was too much of a coward to just let myself fade away." She admitted.
"That's why I moved to Lutetia, in truth." She said. "I was hoping that maybe I could find the answer.. But all I'm finding is that I'm running out of time.."
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"'ave you thought about not tryin' to stop it?" he asked.
Anticipating her likely abrupt objections, he hurried on.
"Hear me out on it, before you say anythin'," he added.
"Right now you're two parts of a whole. The wolf, an' the 'uman. The wolf is a creature of instinct, but the 'uman? That's a creature of emotion. We can balance our emotions wi' logic, but the wolf doesn't know logic, right?"
"Well you spend all that time fightin', an' all of that fear, that anger, that pain... it's all still in you when the wolf comes out. A wolf doesn't kill without reason, but it doesn't know what to do wi' all of those emotions runnin' through its body, an' all that adrenaline in its blood."
"You're afraid of the wolf, but maybe 'tis the 'uman in you that's taintin' the wolf."
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He had predicted well, and she had moved to object but closed her mouth to listen to him finish.
She lowered her gaze silently, his words driving hard into her. It made sense, mostly at least. "I guess I can see where you're coming from with that.." She murmured. "I've never not fought when I shifted suddenly.. And all I can think of when I do is my own anger of not being able to stop it.."
She then thought of something else and added, "But why am I shifting the same time every night then..?" She asked quietly, flinching as she realized he wouldn't have known that. "I er.." She looked out of the window. "I guess you can guess how I knew I was going to shift last night.. It happens every night at the same time. Doesn't matter if I'm dead asleep or not.. And sometimes I remember, and sometimes.. Like the other day, I don't remember anything." She murmured quietly.
"I can't even willingly shift. I've tried a time or two.." She added sheepishly.
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"Course you can't," Desmond said. "You spend all your energy fightin' it, and it's all your body knows how to do."
"I don't know why you shift every night, but until you find a balance between the 'uman and the wolf, I don't think you'll find that answer."
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Their destination eventually took them to the end of a dirty road, that looked as if it hadn't seen much traffic in a rather long time. It was overgrown with grass, and the car rocked and bounced over the bumps as he drove along slowly.
Eventually the trail became so overgrown that they couldn't proceed any further.
"Almost there," he said as he turned the engine off. "We'll 'ave to walk the rest of the way."
It wasn't a far walk, and the faint woodland game trail soon gave way to to a large grassy field, ringed by forest. She likely could see their destination in the distance. A ring of tall stones was situated at the heart of the field. It seemed a peculiar enough place to have brought her, made all the more peculiar as they neared the location. The stones had no markers, no symbols, nothing to suggest their purpose. They where simply stones, sitting in a wide circle.
"Remember 'ow I said this all used to be part of Iveria? An' 'ow you could find remnants of our 'istory if you knew where to look? Me an' me brother foun' this place about a year ago. I imagine you're wonderin' why we're 'ere though."
He sat down on one of the lower stones ringing the circle, facing her.
"Go on then, you can ask now."
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Chloe slowly followed behind Desmond, wincing as her bare feet caught on rocks or sticks along the way. Confusion and curiosity was evident in her expression, but keeping to her word she never asked one question. But when she came to the clearing and saw the ring of stones in the middle of the field, she stopped to gaze at the hidden wonder for a moment.
As she neared the location, she gently brushed her hand against one of the stones, listening to Desmond in silent wonder.
She turned her attention back to Desmond when he finally gave her permission to ask the questions that had been eating at her for over an hour now.
"What is this place.? Why did you bring me here..?" She asked quietly.
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"Easy," Desmond stated rather matter-of-factly. "We're gonna teach you," he emphasized with a point of his finger at her chest from his seat. "'ow to shift."
He seemed rather cheery about this fact, given that she had tried to literally bite his head off twice now, and was probably about to figuratively do the same now that she knew why she was out here.
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Chloe looked dumbstruck. She folded her arms over her chest and coughed as if clearing her throat, looking away from Desmond. "You do realize.. This is pretty much means you're asking for a beating.." She muttered. "Are you a glutton for punishment? Because I'm truly not trying to hurt you. Or kill you, as it may."
She bit her lip and sighed. "But I did make a deal.. If you want me to try to do this, then so be it.." She placed her hands on her hips. "What do you want me to do?"
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"'ey, slow down there," Desmond answered. "I might be impulsive, but I'm not stupid. An' I like me arms where they are," he added with a wink.
"This isn't somethin' you can learn to do in a day. Today is about changin' 'ow you see yourself, an' how you see the wolf," he explained.
"If you're going to get a 'andle on this, you need a new perspective. You need to forget everythin' you think you know, an' start over again."
"An' we won't do anythin' you're not comfortable with," he reassured her.
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"Fair enough.." She said slowly, crossing over to sit beside him.
"Then.. I'll look at this with an open mind then. Tell me how." She said quietly. Her brows knit. "And.. Thank you.. You didn't have to care.. Hell, you could have just killed me and not have to bother with this at all. Some others would have.." She shivered visibly at some memory she had.
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"Don't thank me yet. An' I almost did kill you, you know. In the street yesterday. 'ad me gun to your head," he admitted. "But that was yesterday, an' today is today. So why don't we get started with you tellin' me what you see here."
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An odd question, but she didn't voice hers.
"Okay.. Well.." She murmured. "I see this stone formation. You, me.. Empty field other than that.." She shrugged slightly.
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"What else?" Desmond asked. "What does this field tell you, when you look around."
She shook her head, looking up at Desmond. "I don't see anything else.. The field is empty around us, and beyond that is the woods.."
She shifted on the rock slightly as she thought, trying to understand what he meant by his question.
Desmond nodded. "Good. Now close your eyes and tell me what you see.Take your time before you answer."
He himself fell quiet, leaving Chloe to the sounds and smells of the surrounding field so as to not disturb her.
Chloe took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was silent for the longest time, pondering upon his question. With her eyes closed, her other senses became more sensitive. At first, all she could hear was her own heart beat.
Her brows came close together when a bird broke the silence by fluttering away, and her normal reaction was to turn her head towards the sound of the bird. The leaves and the grass rustled with the slightest movement of the breeze. Bugs buzzed around, and that seemed to annoy her the most. She could smell the sun warmed earth around them and the hint of rain in the air. It wasn't much more than what she had seen around them before.
"I see much of the same.. But there are a bit more things around that I didn't realize were there." She murmured finally.
"Alright, keep your eyes closed," Desmond told her. He stood up from his rock, and took her hands in his gently, to guide her to stand up. "I want to try somethin' with you, that me dad did for me when I was a lad," he told her.
"Take a step forward, an' kneel down 'ere in the grass," he told her. "An' 'old onto those sounds and smells. Can you tell me about them?" he asked.
Desmond and Chloe eventually made their way out of the city limits, and off the main highway as they took to back roads that wound through the dense forests that Lutetia was well known for. They had picked up more food on their way out of the city, and the bags of fast food where strewn about the seat between them.
When your metabolism ran hot like theirs, you needed the food. Especially while healing. He expected Chloe would be eating on and off most of the day, and he didn't want to take her too far out of the city without food on hand for when she got hungry again.
"'tis about an 'our to get where we're 'eadin'," Desmond told her. "'ow are you feelin?"
He glanced over at her. No doubt being trucked off to the middle of nowhere with a stranger wasn't the best way she could imagine spending her day, but he wagered she would have straight up told him to go get bent if he had told her where he was taking her.
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Chloe had been blankly staring out of the window, nibbling on some chips she had grabbed out of the bag. She had been oddly quiet the entire time since getting into the car with Desmond, and all the while she had thinking of several different things. She turned to look at him, blinking as she came back to the present.
"Better." She admitted. "Still a bit sore on the ribs, but I expect they will take a couple of days.." She seemed curious, but her question never rose about asking where they were going.
She was pretty sure if he wanted her dead, he would have done it already. "So forgive me if I'm being nosy, but you and your brother don't seem like you're from Lutetia either.." She murmured. "Where you two come from?"
She was just trying to stir up idol chat in order to keep her mind off things back in the city.
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"Aye, we're from Iveria," Desmond answered. "You know this used to be part of Iveria? Before there was a Lutetia my people lived all across Issunar. There's still remnants of our 'history 'ere', if you know where to look."
"'ow about you?" he asked as he glanced over at her. "You don't seem to 'ave much of an accent to ya. I can't place it."
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"Didn't know that. I'll keep that in mind.. I've not been in Lutetia very long, actually.." She murmured.
She chuckled softly. "I've tried working on getting rid of the accent, I guess it is good that it is gone..." She murmured. "Moved here and there when I was a kid. Moved to Lutetia from Wing City though. Was a detective there too, until.. Well.." She tapped the scar that marred her neck. "Had a case of a serial killer on the loose. I thought it was someone trying to frame werewolves, because some of the killings were too staged. So I got cocky. I found the guy, and I didn't expect him to be a werewolf.." She murmured. "People said I was lucky to be alive, yet I didn't feel so lucky after all that.."
"So I moved to Lutetia. Needed to start a new life." She sighed. "Way to start it, hm?" Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.
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"After me first shift when I was just a lad, I killed all of our chickens," Desmond told her. "Every single one of them. I was sure me dad would give me a tannin' for it," he said with a chuckle. "Well, I didn't get a tannin' but me dad 'ad me gather up all the eggs from the nests an' keep them under a lamp 'til they 'atched."
"He taught me and me brother what it means to be what we are. And 'is dad taught him, and so on. I think maybe I forgot that, 'til last night."
He glanced over at her again.
"You know you're gonna die if you keep on the way you are," he said with an arch of his brow. "An' I don't mean 'unters, or Baron, or anyone else. Your body can't keep takin' the abuse."
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Her jaw clenched and she looked away. She knew he spoke the truth. "I know.." She murmured. "It has been getting worse lately.. It isn't like I haven't tried to stop it.." Her brows knitted together.
"I had no one in my life for seven years." She said quietly. "I was disowned and left to fend for myself once it was known I was a danger to my 'human friends'." She murmured. "And for the longest time, I didn't care if I got better.. But I guess I realized I was too much of a coward to just let myself fade away." She admitted.
"That's why I moved to Lutetia, in truth." She said. "I was hoping that maybe I could find the answer.. But all I'm finding is that I'm running out of time.."
____
"'ave you thought about not tryin' to stop it?" he asked.
Anticipating her likely abrupt objections, he hurried on.
"Hear me out on it, before you say anythin'," he added.
"Right now you're two parts of a whole. The wolf, an' the 'uman. The wolf is a creature of instinct, but the 'uman? That's a creature of emotion. We can balance our emotions wi' logic, but the wolf doesn't know logic, right?"
"Well you spend all that time fightin', an' all of that fear, that anger, that pain... it's all still in you when the wolf comes out. A wolf doesn't kill without reason, but it doesn't know what to do wi' all of those emotions runnin' through its body, an' all that adrenaline in its blood."
"You're afraid of the wolf, but maybe 'tis the 'uman in you that's taintin' the wolf."
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He had predicted well, and she had moved to object but closed her mouth to listen to him finish.
She lowered her gaze silently, his words driving hard into her. It made sense, mostly at least. "I guess I can see where you're coming from with that.." She murmured. "I've never not fought when I shifted suddenly.. And all I can think of when I do is my own anger of not being able to stop it.."
She then thought of something else and added, "But why am I shifting the same time every night then..?" She asked quietly, flinching as she realized he wouldn't have known that. "I er.." She looked out of the window. "I guess you can guess how I knew I was going to shift last night.. It happens every night at the same time. Doesn't matter if I'm dead asleep or not.. And sometimes I remember, and sometimes.. Like the other day, I don't remember anything." She murmured quietly.
"I can't even willingly shift. I've tried a time or two.." She added sheepishly.
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"Course you can't," Desmond said. "You spend all your energy fightin' it, and it's all your body knows how to do."
"I don't know why you shift every night, but until you find a balance between the 'uman and the wolf, I don't think you'll find that answer."
____
Their destination eventually took them to the end of a dirty road, that looked as if it hadn't seen much traffic in a rather long time. It was overgrown with grass, and the car rocked and bounced over the bumps as he drove along slowly.
Eventually the trail became so overgrown that they couldn't proceed any further.
"Almost there," he said as he turned the engine off. "We'll 'ave to walk the rest of the way."
It wasn't a far walk, and the faint woodland game trail soon gave way to to a large grassy field, ringed by forest. She likely could see their destination in the distance. A ring of tall stones was situated at the heart of the field. It seemed a peculiar enough place to have brought her, made all the more peculiar as they neared the location. The stones had no markers, no symbols, nothing to suggest their purpose. They where simply stones, sitting in a wide circle.
"Remember 'ow I said this all used to be part of Iveria? An' 'ow you could find remnants of our 'istory if you knew where to look? Me an' me brother foun' this place about a year ago. I imagine you're wonderin' why we're 'ere though."
He sat down on one of the lower stones ringing the circle, facing her.
"Go on then, you can ask now."
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Chloe slowly followed behind Desmond, wincing as her bare feet caught on rocks or sticks along the way. Confusion and curiosity was evident in her expression, but keeping to her word she never asked one question. But when she came to the clearing and saw the ring of stones in the middle of the field, she stopped to gaze at the hidden wonder for a moment.
As she neared the location, she gently brushed her hand against one of the stones, listening to Desmond in silent wonder.
She turned her attention back to Desmond when he finally gave her permission to ask the questions that had been eating at her for over an hour now.
"What is this place.? Why did you bring me here..?" She asked quietly.
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"Easy," Desmond stated rather matter-of-factly. "We're gonna teach you," he emphasized with a point of his finger at her chest from his seat. "'ow to shift."
He seemed rather cheery about this fact, given that she had tried to literally bite his head off twice now, and was probably about to figuratively do the same now that she knew why she was out here.
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Chloe looked dumbstruck. She folded her arms over her chest and coughed as if clearing her throat, looking away from Desmond. "You do realize.. This is pretty much means you're asking for a beating.." She muttered. "Are you a glutton for punishment? Because I'm truly not trying to hurt you. Or kill you, as it may."
She bit her lip and sighed. "But I did make a deal.. If you want me to try to do this, then so be it.." She placed her hands on her hips. "What do you want me to do?"
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"'ey, slow down there," Desmond answered. "I might be impulsive, but I'm not stupid. An' I like me arms where they are," he added with a wink.
"This isn't somethin' you can learn to do in a day. Today is about changin' 'ow you see yourself, an' how you see the wolf," he explained.
"If you're going to get a 'andle on this, you need a new perspective. You need to forget everythin' you think you know, an' start over again."
"An' we won't do anythin' you're not comfortable with," he reassured her.
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"Fair enough.." She said slowly, crossing over to sit beside him.
"Then.. I'll look at this with an open mind then. Tell me how." She said quietly. Her brows knit. "And.. Thank you.. You didn't have to care.. Hell, you could have just killed me and not have to bother with this at all. Some others would have.." She shivered visibly at some memory she had.
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"Don't thank me yet. An' I almost did kill you, you know. In the street yesterday. 'ad me gun to your head," he admitted. "But that was yesterday, an' today is today. So why don't we get started with you tellin' me what you see here."
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An odd question, but she didn't voice hers.
"Okay.. Well.." She murmured. "I see this stone formation. You, me.. Empty field other than that.." She shrugged slightly.
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"What else?" Desmond asked. "What does this field tell you, when you look around."
She shook her head, looking up at Desmond. "I don't see anything else.. The field is empty around us, and beyond that is the woods.."
She shifted on the rock slightly as she thought, trying to understand what he meant by his question.
Desmond nodded. "Good. Now close your eyes and tell me what you see.Take your time before you answer."
He himself fell quiet, leaving Chloe to the sounds and smells of the surrounding field so as to not disturb her.
Chloe took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was silent for the longest time, pondering upon his question. With her eyes closed, her other senses became more sensitive. At first, all she could hear was her own heart beat.
Her brows came close together when a bird broke the silence by fluttering away, and her normal reaction was to turn her head towards the sound of the bird. The leaves and the grass rustled with the slightest movement of the breeze. Bugs buzzed around, and that seemed to annoy her the most. She could smell the sun warmed earth around them and the hint of rain in the air. It wasn't much more than what she had seen around them before.
"I see much of the same.. But there are a bit more things around that I didn't realize were there." She murmured finally.
"Alright, keep your eyes closed," Desmond told her. He stood up from his rock, and took her hands in his gently, to guide her to stand up. "I want to try somethin' with you, that me dad did for me when I was a lad," he told her.
"Take a step forward, an' kneel down 'ere in the grass," he told her. "An' 'old onto those sounds and smells. Can you tell me about them?" he asked.
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