Time/Date :It is currently 06:56 Pacific Time on Wed Dec 12 2007.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is clear outside. The temperature is 27 degrees Fahrenheit (-2 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.38 and rising, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 25 degrees Fahrenheit (-3 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing New Moon phase (18% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
This is the central hub of the house. From here, you can still see the entrance foyer, as well as the stairway that heads to the second story. Towards the back of the common area is a set of glass doors that lead out to a courtyard. To the east, an arched doorway leads to what apparently serves as a library, office, and workroom, and to the west, an arched doorway leads to what appears to be a kitchen and dining area..
There are several chairs here, simple, elegant, yet functional in their design and intent. The room has a comfortable feel to it, but is a bit ascetic in design. The walls are off-white, the molding dark cherry wood and decorated with acanthus-leaf ornamentation at the corners. A pair of antique spears are hung crossed against each other on one wall, and a wall-relief depicting a scene of Grecian warriors hangs on the other. Above the mantle of the fireplace is a small statue of Artemis, on either side of that, dark metal candlesticks with ivory pillar candles. The entire room is a study in the contrast of light and dark.
Sometime over the last couple of years, a teen girl with a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper has grown up, and matured into a young woman. With a poor attitude and a hair-trigger temper. KL is a little over five-foot tall - no late growth spurt for her - and slimly built. She moves quickly, and is rarely still for any length of time. Her natural balance and co-ordination are clearly evident in her movement, but any hint of grace is smothered with her air of irritation, hostility and restrained aggression. She manages to turn even simple activities - like ordering fries - into not particularly subtle attempts to provoke fights.
Her mousy-brown hair hangs loose around her shoulders, the front falling to frame her face. Her hair looks like it has been cut recently, and by someone with at least a little skill. She's really quite attractive, perhaps not a pin-up, but far from ugly, with a cute upturned nose and wide expressive hazelnut eyes. However, any level of appeal her physical appearance might have is swamped by the anger in her gaze and the sullen set of her mouth. She stares at people - particularly people she doesnt know - with a cold fury, as if trying to decide exactly which way to kill them.
KL has pale skin, and on her right shoulder-blade is a two-inch-square tattoo of a winged horse. There isn't much in the way of excess flesh on her, her cheekbones are clearly visible and her bare arms have a tight musculature that speaks of regular and plentiful exercise.
She is wearing a pair of blue jeans that look brand-new, and have a designer label clearly visible on the rear, a pair of combat boots that also look new. On her upper half she is sporting a rather snazzy black leather jacket over a clean new white t-shirt.
Around her neck hangs a pendant, an oval disk made of some kind of bone. It looks like it's been decorated with carved designs, which are somewhat hard to make out on casual inspection. The pendant is hung on a leather thong.
Looking at Zeke:
A young man who may just be approaching his late teens, Zeke is not overly tall- topping off at about 5'10", and not overly muscled. He does look fit though, perhaps the kind of average physique that suggests an active lifestyle opposed to hours spent on the weight bench. His carriage is modest and without any aloofness about him, though he does not give the impression of being uncomfortable in his skin either.
His face is a oval rather than narrow, broad cheeked and with a wide, easy grin. A fair skinned complexion grants an even starker contrast for his jade-green eyes. The three-day stubble he wears seems to be planned rather than a show of laziness, or perhaps he just doesn't grow facial hair very well; regardless, the hair outlines over his lip and on the lowest part of his chin.
His clothes are simple and effective, and no matter what time of year it is, Zeke is found wearing long sleeve shirts and a wide variety of beanie hats- always worn down past the ears. His jeans appear well worn and loved, and his shoes are of the common Mall Shoestore variety. He's also a fond supporter of hooded sweatshirts and jackets- again, hood always up.
The kitchen is occupied by Zeke as he sits reading his book and slowly consuming an apple. He's got it pared into little handy wedges. The book is Life in the Woods, and he looks quite involved in it.
KL comes into the kitchen at a near run, holding a bundle of fabric in her hands. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck", she says, to herself - she hasn't noticed the metis snow-whiting at the table. "These are never going to be fucking dry in time." Still, she feeds the washing machine with her clothes, and sets it off.
Zeke looks up with a little shock, and eyes the other, "KL?" The book is set down and a small bookmark put into place as it is shut. "What's wrong?"
The Ahroun spins around on the spot. "Zeke!" she exclaims. "How are you? I heard about what happened and I was like worried about you." She looks at the washing machine. "I have a date tonight and I wanted to wear something nice, or at least reasonable, but it was all dirty. So I need to clean it, but it's never going to be dry in time." She ponders. "Unless I run around waving them in the air."
Zeke blinks once, twice and a third time. "I'm fine." He glances to the wet heap, "Well, you're not going to wear all of it right? Pick out the items that need to be worn tonight and dry those seperately first." The topic is quickly moved toward the date crisis so as to avoid any of the meaty 'are you okay' topics.
"But I don't know what I want to wear!" KL says, pulling herself up so that she's sitting on the edge of the counter. "Maybe it's all no good." She seems mildly panicked. "He's got a huge weavercart and he's Melodie's brother. It's going to be a disaster!"
Oh! Appearance note! KL has a bandage on her upper left arm! Little blood flecks!
Zeke raises a brow, "Relax, it won't be a disaster. Melodie's brother? Where are you going on this outing? Let's decide what outfit would work best."
"The movies," The Ahroun says, happily. "Something involving swords and violence, apparently." She grins at Zeke. "Which is good, as to be honest I don't have anything formal. Other than some slightly nicer jeans, and a pair of "smart casual" pants that don't quite fit any more." She pauses. "Washing symbols are complicated."
Zeke moves over to help the Ahroun with the washer. He sets it to cold, gentle. "Safest bet for a mix of styles and colors. Movies then. Just jeans and a shirt." A glance passes over her arm, "New wound?"
"Not quite," KL says with a bright smile and a bounce. "Hmm. Probably left it long enough." She slowly removes the gauze covering it, incongrously wincing as the tape pulls at her skin. She shows her arm to the metis, peering over her shoulder at it herself. Looking red and raw is a brand new tattoo, in black, of a vaguely bear-like creature, jaws gaping and slavering, with the words "No Mercy" written beneath.
Zeke gives a faint 'ah' at the showing of the tattoo. "Newly done I take it. How'd that go? I can't imagine an ahroun in a tattoo chair." He grins a little and then gives the ink a closer look. "Why a bear?"
"It's a fucking wolverine," KL says, offended. "And it took self control and willpower and a very very thin moon." She puts her head on the side. "And it didn't hurt anywhere near as much as being hit by someone's claws."
Zeke nods his head, "Oh, right. Sorry. I'm not used to seeing animals on ink. I imagine it would hurt less. It won't heal away then?" he asks, curiously.
"The ink's under the skin," KL says. "I don't think we heal any differently to normal people, just much much faster." She ponders. "It worked the last time, but I left it about a week then. I'm probably going to shift fairly soon, and it'll heal in about...ooh...thirty seconds, I think."
Zeke nods, "And the ink disappears or just the healing of the process itself?" He hmms, "It suits you though. So you're home then, that's good news."
KL pulls herself further on to the countertop. "Yes, I'm back," she says. She looks intently at Zeke. "Can I trust you with a confidence? You're a Philodox, and they tend not to be gossips. There's no litany or justice issues or anything."
Zeke cants his head, nodding. "You can, so long as it's of no great concern to sept or tribe."
"It's of great concern to me," KL says. "Look, it's fairly common knowledge that I'm thinking about..." she mimes a bulge over her stomach. "But the problem is, who's going to look after it? I can't. Two weeks of the month, if it cries near me at the wrong time, I'm going to do something really bad." She looks a bit sad. "And there's nobody here that isn't in the same boat, too busy or to untrustworthy. So I went back home to ask if they would." She pauses. "They wanted a couple of favours, which I've done. Now all I need to do is produce a baby. And there is the problem."
What odd talk for a male metis Fury to be brought in on. "I see." He clears his throat a little, "I, I had no idea you were considering such. It is something you want? Or, something such that duty calls?"
KL ponders this for a few moments, brow furrowed, eyes squinting. "Bit of both. I mean, life expectancy for an Ahroun is...what? 25? I'm twenty. If not now, when?" She shrugs. "It's all Nike's fault. She jumped to the wrong conclusion about Alexander and put the idea in my head. But..." Her voice trails off. "I've run into a problem."
Zeke looks to her curiously, nodding. "What problem is that? And, indeed, the thoughtfulness of your plan is commendable, though I honestly do not see you as the kind to meet the bare minimum on expectancy."
"Sure," The doomed Ahroun says with a grin. "But still. Maybe I'd like to see their first change, if they have one. The problem is..." she flings her arms wide. "Who with? I was all set for it to be Alexander, but then I met Andreas - that's Melodie's brother. And while a babymaker is OK, I'd rather it was with someone...you know, I was with? And to make matters worse, I've developed this ludicrous...*thing*...for someone I've barely met. Someone else." She looks down. "And I bet they barely know I exist. And they're with someone else." The someone else's are getting a bit confusing, even to her.
Zeke shakes his head with confusion. "Alright, this, being spoken in confidence, would go a lot easier if you filled in some of these blanks. I don't at all discourage you from seeking to do this with... someone of great fondness as opposed to just a, well for lack of better terms, a donor. So if there are no viable Fury kin in the area, then perhaps you can call on a network of kin to send some in?"
"From the donor perspective, there is one very viable candidate, and one less so, but still OK. If my assessment is anything to go by. Those are, in order, Alexander and Andreas," KL says, carefully. "By the way, I will shred you into a thousand pieces if you tell anyone this." She pauses, hesitates, and continues. "I do not want a relationship with Alexander. I might want a relationship with Andreas - that's what tonight is to find out. He's decorative and nice." She nods. "However, the thing that's driving me mad is this other person, who is *not* father material, but who would make doing the donor thing much more acceptable. And they don't even know I exist." She looks morose.
Zeke frowns, "Alright, so Alexander, Andreas and this mystery man." Zeke turns to her, quite serious, "I would not speak of such to anyone KL, you have my word. However, who is this other man, and if he is not father material, are you certain he will also be willing to part with any offspring he may have a part in making?"
KL goes bright red and looks at the floor. She wiggles her feet up and down, looks at the ceiling, looks at the floor again, then finally back at Zeke. "Not a man," she says, eventually, fairly clearly.
Zeke looks on to his tribemate with a faint and simple nod. "So this person you'd seek companionship with, and thus make the argument for having a donor instead of anything else, much more amiable to the public eye at least. Then, really, you have two seperate projects at hand." Zeke takes a bite of his apple wedge as he glances to the tumbling clothes dryer. "I would suggest considering the thoughts and opinions of the men you might be considering. While they have a certain duty to the tribe, it does not shred them of emotion and feelings for what they're a part of. Perhaps finding a donor site would be better if you have feelings for this other person. If you have no want of the child for yourself, and I do realize it is not a task made easy for Ahroun, then approach this carefully."
KL bites her bottom lip. "I really have thought about it. And maybe she wouldn't be at all interested in me. I mean, she looks a bit furyish - and gorgeous, by the way - but I'm pretty sure she's got someone already." She pauses. "Alexander has made it perfectly clear that he's more happy to be a donor than a father." A little cold, this. "And he does have impeccable breeding. This is not just a question of desire, Zeke. There's an element of duty about it too."
Zeke nods, "Indeed there is. So you've got a girl you've your eye on. Alright. Persue that as your love interest then. Keep that as a seperate entity from this. Have you ever considered lupus breeding?"
The Ahroun ponders. "Takes less time?" she asks. "Interesting. Not sure. I'm not the most comfortable lupus in the world, and it would mean not shifting for a long while." She shrugs again. "I don't know." Mope-mope-mope. "There aren't any lupus Furykin around."
Zeke nods his head, "Well they may not be Fury kin no, but breeding with a local kin wolf or a wolf at all may still reward you with Fury cubs and kin for future generations. And it is twelve weeks. A far cry from 36 weeks. If you do wish to breed in homid though," he sighs here, as if the advice were hard for him to give, "And if you have no heart for those you'd consider as a father, then work with whomever is most mentally and emotionally prepared to be nothing but a donor."
KL grins. "But first, I should definitely go on my date and find out about Andreas? I mean, he is nice and good-looking. Maybe there's more there!" She looks at the washing machine. "And my clothes aren't going to be dry!"
Zeke nods, "Yes, give Andreas a chance, but don't force yourself into anything. There's no rush on this KL, you've waited a few years already, a few more months is not going to hurt."
"That's true," the Ahroun says. "I guess I can wait a bit longer. But you know how sometimes, once an idea is in your head, it's all you can think about?" She pauses. "That and hitting wyrmthings, obviously."
Zeke looks away at this question, nodding. "I do know how that is." He clears his throat and moves to stand up, changing the setting on the dryer to help the clothes tumble faster. "I think the laundry will be dry in time, if you have things to do, I can stay here and take it out once it buzzes."
"You don't have to do my washing," KL says, looking worried. "There aren't like, special metis chores around her." She shakes her head. "But if you're genuinely willing, then a run would help me get my head sorted. And I could let you get back to your book."
Zeke nods his head, "I'll be here reading anyway, I can handle pulling linens from the dryer when they're dry. We don't want wrinkles on big nights." He offers a faint smile, "Have a good run KL."
KL heads for the door, then pauses. "Thanks, Zeke. Was good to get all that off my chest." With that, she departs upstairs, then the sound of someone pounding down them and out into the great wide open can be heard.