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WHO: Katherine Danvers & Open should you like to risk it
WHAT: Werewolves don't do well in cages
WHERE: The empty room, first floor
WHEN: July 2
WARNING: She's a werewolf, and this house is a trap, so.
Kate had been here over a month. She usually had to change at least once in a months period. But trapped in this cage, she had to fight it. But she was physically only able to fight so much for so long. She had felt itchy, antsy, and like she was crawling out of her skin from day one.
Wolves were not meant for cages.
She could feel her wolf under her skin, demanding to get out. For more than a week now she could see the wolf under her skin, and so Kate had been avoiding people. Her temper was short, her mood was bad, and frankly, Kate was a threat to them. But Kate was also only going to make it worse on herself. The longer she put off the change, the more brutal it was going to be.
Kate had woke up that morning and knew she wouldn't be able to hold it off any longer. She had wandered around the house and eventually found an empty room, save for some photos on the wall. She had gone inside and closed the door. If the door vanished, good. Fine. It wasn't like she could get any more caged, and at least trapping her inside would keep anyone from coming in and out.
Moving to the furthest wall from the door, she lowered herself to the floor. She could keep fighting it, and it would eventually take over. The walls would close in on her, and her mind could end up being more wolf than she could control. Or she could give in.
Her bones began to break, though Kate didn't make a sound. Instead, she pulled off her clothes, tossing them into a pile in the corner and prayed she didn't end up ripping them.
She dropped to her knees, bones breaking and reforming, hands and feet forming from hands to paws and claws, and yellow-blonde fur sprouting from her skin. It was beyond painful, but nothing she was not used to. Soon enough, it was over. Instead of a blonde woman, she was a blonde wolf, bright blue eyes surveying the room.
Despite the shift, she still felt just as trapped. Wolves did not do well in cages. Her human side would know better than to make any sound, but her wolf side had been contained for too long. Growling, she began pacing the room, the wolf desperately trying to find a way out that the human side of her had failed to do.
WHAT: Werewolves don't do well in cages
WHERE: The empty room, first floor
WHEN: July 2
WARNING: She's a werewolf, and this house is a trap, so.
Kate had been here over a month. She usually had to change at least once in a months period. But trapped in this cage, she had to fight it. But she was physically only able to fight so much for so long. She had felt itchy, antsy, and like she was crawling out of her skin from day one.
Wolves were not meant for cages.
She could feel her wolf under her skin, demanding to get out. For more than a week now she could see the wolf under her skin, and so Kate had been avoiding people. Her temper was short, her mood was bad, and frankly, Kate was a threat to them. But Kate was also only going to make it worse on herself. The longer she put off the change, the more brutal it was going to be.
Kate had woke up that morning and knew she wouldn't be able to hold it off any longer. She had wandered around the house and eventually found an empty room, save for some photos on the wall. She had gone inside and closed the door. If the door vanished, good. Fine. It wasn't like she could get any more caged, and at least trapping her inside would keep anyone from coming in and out.
Moving to the furthest wall from the door, she lowered herself to the floor. She could keep fighting it, and it would eventually take over. The walls would close in on her, and her mind could end up being more wolf than she could control. Or she could give in.
Her bones began to break, though Kate didn't make a sound. Instead, she pulled off her clothes, tossing them into a pile in the corner and prayed she didn't end up ripping them.
She dropped to her knees, bones breaking and reforming, hands and feet forming from hands to paws and claws, and yellow-blonde fur sprouting from her skin. It was beyond painful, but nothing she was not used to. Soon enough, it was over. Instead of a blonde woman, she was a blonde wolf, bright blue eyes surveying the room.
Despite the shift, she still felt just as trapped. Wolves did not do well in cages. Her human side would know better than to make any sound, but her wolf side had been contained for too long. Growling, she began pacing the room, the wolf desperately trying to find a way out that the human side of her had failed to do.
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A hallway sounded abysmal. But it was probably also her only option. It wasn't like she had anywhere else to go. But going and looking for it was risky. Especially if they walked into people, or some ghost, or something that might set her off. Kate was fairly sure she could control the wolf, she always had, but this was a new kind of environment that did not sit well with either side of her.
Though maybe next time she should go looking for that hallway and start there. Or maybe now. She could shift back and call it a day, but the wolf wouldn't be satisfied. Kate didn't like the sound of the word stuck, but what choice did she really have.
Kate thought over her options, both of them being shitty, before getting to her paws. Might as well give it a shot. She looked at Derek, then turned her head to look at her clothes, then back to Derek with a rather pointed look for a wolf. Help a girl out, won't you?
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She seemed to decide it was worth the gamble, though, and she stood, looking back at her clothes before looking back at him. Derek laughed. "Jesus, if I wasn't also a werewolf, this would be the actual weirdest non-conversation I've ever had. Yeah, I got it," he said, pushing himself to his feet. "Stand in the doorway, so the door doesn't shut us in, will you?" he asked, waiting until he was sure that the door wasn't going to do exactly that and then crossed the room to retrieve the pile of human clothes in the corner. "Let's hope I can find this thing again."
Derek headed back out of the room and closed his hand into a fist briefly before flicking his fingers outward to open his hand again, claws extended. He'd taken to leaving marks on the walls in his wake so that he could find his way back where he'd come from, and it had largely been working except for the fact that the claw marks only tended to stay until they all went to sleep. By morning, he always had to start over again.
Running his claws against the wall as he walked, Derek was careful to scent the air and listen every few seconds, wanting to make sure that if he heard or smelled any humans coming around, he could duck into a room with the wolf so that she didn't scare anyone. If the wolf was stronger than the human inside, a scared human could sound like a lot of fun to chase and Derek wasn't going to let that happen if he could avoid it.
It took several minutes to find their way to what Derek was pretty sure was the right hallway. It was hidden behind a door this time, but it looked longer than the light was willing to allow them to see. "Last time, I walked down this hallway for like three hours before it finally ended. That should be plenty of space for running. It's not the woods, but in a pinch, it could be worse."
Derek shut the door behind them and started to undress, not bothered by the fact that he wasn't not alone. She was undressed; he imagined that nudity was as big a deal to her as it was to him, which was to say not at all.
Once he'd disrobed, Derek crouched to gather all of his things and hers into a pile, tying them into a little makeshift bag made out of the shirt he'd been wearing. He didn't trust leaving their things here and hoping they could find them again at the end of the run. He'd run with them in his mouth just to be sure. Then, satisfied he'd secured their belongings, Derek stood again and closed his eyes, letting himself shift. His shift was smooth and painless, quiet and almost graceful and he dropped to all fours as the fur took over and the wolf came out in kind. His dark eyes lit up blue again with energy and contentment; this was his favorite form. Not in this house, but generally speaking. Finally, Derek tilted his head down to pick up their things in his teeth, looked over at her to acknowledge her, and then took off, tearing down the endless hallway to run off some of his energy.
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When they did find the hallway again, Kate was both relieved to see that she couldn't even see the end, but also uneasy at the same time. Whoever was responsible for this had to be powerful.
Much like conversations between wolves being ordinary for her, so was nudity. It just came with being a werewolf. The only thing that took her by surprise was how fast he shifted. She could do it in a minute or so, but not instantly. It was basically magic. If she wasn't sure about the difference before, it was confirmed now. He was a werewolf, but somehow, the two of them were very different kinds of werewolves. She would have to bring that up with him later once they were back on two feet.
Kate didn't have too long to react though, because he was giving her a look and then he was taking off down the hall. Not missing a beat, Kate took off after him in a full blown run. It wasn't the same as the woods, but it did feel good to be able to stretch out and use her muscles to their full extent. However this hallway worked, at least they could go.
If only there was something the could actually chase down.
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When they finally reached the start of the hallway again after getting to the other end and turning around which, Derek could only guess, was at least an hour or two later, he slowed to a trot before finally stopping, setting their makeshift sack of clothes down. A part of him really wasn't ready to transition back out again, but he really needed to get back and go find the supplies he'd used as an excuse to leave the group on his own to find.
There was a pause wherein Derek stood still on all fours, closing his eyes to focus. A moment later, he was transitioning out, shifting into a furry human form before the fur faded away, leaving him in his full human form. Derek crouched again to take apart the clothing so that he could separate his clothes from hers and, once he'd extricated his things, he started to get dressed. "Something was in here with us earlier," he commented as he pulled on his boxer shorts, frowning and looking around. "I could hear it, but I couldn't see or smell anything. That's why I kept stopping. I don't think it's here anymore, but maybe you caught something I couldn't..."
He wasn't really sure whether she was going to transition out again, so he dressed slowly to give her a minute to catch up, if she needed to. If she didn't come back out, he would just carry her clothes back to that room for her.
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When they reached the end, or back to the start, it took Derek again next to no time to shift. Lucky asshole. Kate didn't have it as easy, and it wasn't so graceful. In fact, it was private, because being between forms left her vulnerable. If there was one thing her kind didn't like, it was being caught vulnerable.
Kate sighed when Derek was putting on his clothes, almost in envy. She couldn't respond back until she had a mouth. So, when he was done changing and talking, she nudged him to turn away and keep his back to her.
When she was sure he wasn't going to turn around, she settled in to start the change back. It didn't take forever, but it took a little over a minute, bones shifting, fur retreating back into her skin. When she was human again she got to her feet and reached for clothes on the ground. "First of all, let me say I'm a little annoyed that your change takes like less than a second. Jealous." She said lightly as she started pulling on the pieces of fabric.
Derek would turn to see a tall girl who's hair was the same blonde as her fur had just been and the same piercing blue eyes. The mass she was in human form was actually equal to the mass she was as a wolf. "But yeah, I heard it too." Like he said, no smell though. "It's not often I hear something I can't smell."
Which really only left a small possibility of things. "Though if there's one thing I'm learning about this house, is that all the rules I thought I knew are pretty much out the door, so I have no idea what it could be."
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"Yours does take longer...I've never met a werewolf that wasn't like me," he replied thoughtfully as he pulled his shirt on and finished by starting to put on his socks and shoes again. "I've never heard something I couldn't smell. My nose is more sensitive than my ears. It's sometimes true the other way around, but I really don't like that we're on the same page with this. I was sort of hoping I just missed something," he admitted, frowning and looking around again.
A soft, humorless huff of a laugh escaped him at her comment and Derek gave her a weak smile, cocking his eyebrows just once. "Yeah, no shit. I kind of hate it here," he replied. Then, realizing belatedly that he hadn't ever met this woman, he held out his hand. "I'm Derek."
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Kate pulled on her shirt and then reached for his hand with a smile. She had no shoes or socks. "Katherine. Or Kate" she said with a firm shake.
Now that she was dressed, she turned to look more at the areas around them, listening carefully, watching, and taking the time to breathe and figure out what she was smelling. "I mean, dirt, dust, mold, wood...pretty much what I'd be expecting from a house that needs to be condemed.'
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His eyebrows lift a bit with interest. "Do you prefer Katherine or Kate?" he asks. A part of him is really hoping that it's the former rather than the latter, because he could really do without another Kate in his life any time soon, but then again, there is always the potential of sort of overwriting the bad memories with...less bad ones, he supposes, considering the circumstances of their meeting.
"Yeah, I got that, too. That was pretty much it. And the remnants of some of the other humans that have been walking around in this hallway the past couple of days," Derek agreed. "But I kept feeling like I was hearing someone whispering. Were you getting that, too?"
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"Most people call me Kate." she said with a shrug. "Any other nicknames are subject to scrutiny and low chance of approval." Things like Katie, or Kat, or god knows whatever horrible nicknames people had tried to give her. "Danvers, my last name, is also acceptable."
There were definitely humans, or people that weren't human but didn't give off the same scent as wolves. She still had no idea who she was trapped in this house with, but chances were, out of all the kidnapped people she would easily be viewed as one of the biggest monsters. "Sort of whispering? I can usually hear whispering pretty easily, but I couldn't make out what was being said. Almost like it was muffled, or in a language I don't know."
She noted the claw marks on the wall, assuming they were Derek's, and then cautiously moved to check one of the rooms closest to them. If someone was whispering, they might as well find out who.
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He nodded to acknowledge what she was saying and that he'd observed the same phenomenon. "Yeah, that's actually a better description. It's whispering but I can't hear it as well I as I normally could, so maybe a human couldn't even hear it at all, which I guess wouldn't technically make it whispering at all," he agreed, frowning. "Whatever it is, I can't tell what it's saying, so it's not helpful."
Nothing about this stupid house was helpful, though, he supposed.
He, too, was following the claw marks in the wall with the hopes that it would lead him back where they'd started, if nothing else, which meant he'd be able to get back to his group. Whatever, he would take what he could get. Part of him wanted to know what was making that sound, but there was another part of him that was sure it couldn't be a good thing, whatever it was, and maybe feigned ignorance could also be bliss?