Another Full Moon

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

It's getting to be that time; the moon is getting harder to ignore.
Therefore, Jason is standing in the clearing clutching a to-go cup of coffee. They don't break as easily when you drop them mid-shift. He looks to be waiting for stragglers before starting his hunt.

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[mogget_cat]

*The night sky is clear, the snow refreshingly cold under Yrael's bare feet.*

Evening, Jason.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason watches him and shakes his head.

"You make me cold just looking at you. Have you ever put on shoes?"

[mogget_cat]

*He nods, smiling.* Yes.

Twice, even.

*So what if he's just wearing some slacks and a button-down shirt? It's not that cold when you're a pillar of white-hot fire.*

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason wishes he were a pillar of white hot fire right now.

He laughs and finishes off the rest of his coffee. "You'll have to show me next time. Glad you came out tonight. I haven't seen you since, what, that night with Kibeth wasn't it?"

[mogget_cat]

Yes, that was it.

How have you been, since then?

*He grins.* Speaking of which, where have you been since then? I have not seen you.

[bentleytehbrain.livejournal.com]

This time, Bentley has come prepaired. Three coats, two hats, and a scarf. And a notebook.

He doesn't immediatly notice Jason. He's taking notes on god knows what.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason raises an eyebrow. Oh yeah, didn't tell the turtle about the whole full moon thing...

"Bentley. What're you doing out here?"

He seems much calmer than usual. Maybe it's the music. Don't you hear it...?

[bentleytehbrain.livejournal.com]

Bentley looks up mildly.

"Oh, hi Jason. I'm taking notes!"

This is said with a bright smile. What he's taking notes about, we shall never know.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason cocks his head in a vaguely canine fashion.
"Notes, huh? Anything in particular you're taking notes on?"

Perhaps why someone would be standing in a snowy clearing in the middle of the night?

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

Hel doesn't really fit inside. She's been out of doors a lot.

This may not be what Jason needed before a hunt, but here she is.

All fifteen feet of her.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason blinks up in surprise. All 5'3" of him.

"Hel? You're back! And...all grown up. How are you?"

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"Tall."

She decides on,

"Cold. My father is here. From before I was born."

If "don't ask" was any more obvious it would be in silver plated branding irons.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He picks up on it, though barely. Other things on his mind and all.

"Did those packets last you for a little while at least?" Seeing how she's grown, he doubts she still has any left.

[boundxkitty]

And there might be a pair of bright green kitty eyes visible from under those bushes over there. No, not those, a little to your left. Yep! Those. She's pretty good at keeping quite though the wind seems to be changing, so she might be scent-able now.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He turns and catches sight of her when her scent alerts him.
He lets out a soft growl.

"Those steaks in the snow are mine."

[boundxkitty]

There's a perk at the mention of steak and she's now out to investigate. For Jason? There's a flick of her tail for greeting, and she's ignoring the growl. Because really, if some thing's left without guard it's up for grabs.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He's on his feet almost immediately, lips curled in a snarl.

"I said it is MINE!"

My he's touchy. Maybe it has something to do with not seeing a certain werewolf all night.

[queens-darkness.livejournal.com]

There's a bristle in the shadows, because Doyle's been too long out of playing in wolf form and he's not as sound cautious as in his regular form.
Though, he is good at hiding himself in the shadows of the brush.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason hears the sound and jumps to his feet, the hair along his neck and spine raising with his growl. His bright green eyes scan the brush, trying to see what he smells.

"Who are you?"

[queens-darkness.livejournal.com]

There's a rustling in the shadows off to one side, though after that there are a pair of color reflective black eyes. Funny that the blues, greens, and reds that reflect in his eyes aren't anywhere in the forest.

"A guest." It's echoed through out the brush, though it's clearing originating from the spot with the eyes.

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason growls menacingly.

"If you are a guest, why are you hiding?"

One has to be careful these days. Who knows when a psycho lupa bitch will show up?

[female-were.livejournal.com]

And because the night isn't complete without the "psycho lupa bitch." If that was pulled right. She's now wandering the forest idly. She's hunted at least once already, as proof there's a little blood on the fur of her neck that she couldn't get and she smells of fresh death. Run before she scents you?

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
His beast wants to run. It's a very good idea. Yes, running is good...

But leave his food?
YES!

She likes it better when they run...
Runrunrunrunrun!

He stands and starts to slink away.

[female-were.livejournal.com]

Her head is turned that she's not looking at Jason. And yet, she pauses. And then she's watching Jason, a small amount of amusement in her eyes.

""Good evening.""

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

He turns and snarls.

""Go away.""