Time/Date :It is currently 07:17 Pacific Time on Tue Mar 18 2008.
Place : Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
Weather :Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 39 degrees Fahrenheit (3 degrees Celsius). The wind is calm today. The barometric pressure reading is 30.08 and falling, and the relative humidity is 92 percent. The dewpoint is 37 degrees Fahrenheit (2 degrees Celsius.)
Moon Phase :Currently the moon is in the waxing Gibbous Moon phase (75% full).
Greek House: Common Area(#2409RAJh$)
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.
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.
Also notable is that this individual is missing fingers on his left hand. The pinky finger is completely gone and the ring finger is missing down to the lowest knuckle.
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 mid-brown hair is now quite long, and she wears it in a long plait that falls down between her shoulder-blades, secured at the top and the bottom with wide black eather bands. 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 doesn't know - with a cold fury, as if trying to decide exactly which way to kill them.
KL has pale skin decorated in two places - on her left upper arm is a largish tattoo of something that looks a little like a bear, with its jaws spread wide and slaver falling in droplets. It has the words "No Mercy" written with gusto beneath it. On her right shoulder-blade, if visible, is a second tattoo, two-inch-square, 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.
Zeke is sitting at the couch this morning; no book, no fruit, no shirt on. His hat is on though and he continuously tugs at it, pulling it down over his ears as he stares out toward the window.
KL wanders down the stairs. She's still wearing the coat that Brooke gave her, a black leather coat that comes down to her mid-thighs, and is cinched around her waist with a belt. It's possible she slept in it. The Fury Elder wanders towards Zeke. "Heya," she greets. "How are you?"
Zeke looks over and gives a nod, "Morning KL-rhya. I'm fine." He eyes the new garment and gives it a curious look, "New coat?"
The Ahroun smiles. "Yes," she says, "it was a present." She seems very fond of it indeed. "And since when do you -rhya me?" she asks, arching an eyebrow.
Zeke blinks, "Sorry, I..." he stands up then, "I should get dressed."
"If you want to," KL says, with a shrug of her shoulders. "It doesn't bother me, and it shouldn't bother you. I mean, of course, your arms are a hideous metis abomination, but it doesn't make a difference if there's a layer of fabric over them or not." She leans with her back against the window, her frame silhouetted slightly. "So, what have you been doing?"
Zeke glares at KL and with the moon as it is, something dark happens within that gaze. "Fuck you." The hat gets pulled off and he shakes his hair free, letting the full sight of his deformities become visible. "You preach two different sermons KL and I am sick of it."
"Oh," says the Fury Elder, quietly. "I see." She slowly takes her coat off, lays it over the back of a chair, and then turns to face the metis. "You're sure?" she asks, an eyebrow arched. She seems very reserved, almost over-controlled.
"Yeah! One minute you're telling me to stand tall and walk like a Fury, and the next minute you're telling me how hideous I am. I didn't ask for this KL. This wasn't in any part my doing. And you know what? Fuck Gaia too! Because it wasn't even my mother's mistake. I am tired of all the bullshit you people spread about the justice of it, or the reasons for it. There's no good reason. The whole thing is backwards, and if you call me hideous again, I'll turn on you even if it kills me."
"You know what's fucking hideous about you, *boy*?" KL asks, spitting the last word. "Your fucking awful attitude. Your stupid lack of sense of humour. Your lack of fucking *charity*." She comes down off her peak of anger and starts stalking towards Zeke, eyes fixed on him. "You believe you're *so* put upon. Well, you're about to find out what *put upon* is."
"Yeah, I forgot, I'm a man so I have no right to feel put upon. That only happens to women." The metis actually stands his ground today. If he's going to get her fists again he seems intent to swing his own back today.
Fists. Yeah. Not quite what KL has planned. Dumping rage like it's going out of fashion, she shifts in an instant to Crinos, the war form filling the room in a moment, and swipes for the Metis, her claws a blur with the speed of her movement, reaching with the intent to rake across the Philodox's chest.
As soon as the Ahroun shifts, so too does the metis. He's reverting to his natural form, and the shift comes as if it were as easy as breathing. Of course, he's not pulling on Luna's gift either, so that first blow easily catches him. Fur flies quite literally as KL's claws rake against his chest drawing blood and opening his flesh like it a piece of cotton easily torn. A snarl comes up and he returns the favor, moving in low and with all his strength in attempt to tackle-charge her back. His maw opens too, aiming to snap teeth around whatever part of her he can reach.
Zeke is probably slightly more of a handful for KL than she was expecting - Metis are more familiar with the war form than Homid Garou, and KL hasn't much experience fighting them. So she lets out a howl of fury when Zeke's teeth close around her thigh, the teeth breaking the surface. She renews her effort, launching a claw-claw-bite attack, aiming to drop him there and then, one hand raking his back, the other his front, and the bite aimed directly at his throat.
Now that Zeke is in low, he's able to do more with claws and teeth himself. Of course, the rage of his elder is not being tempered at all and so he's quickly finding himself having to use all he's got. His teeth bear down on that leg, even as the other renews her assault. A growled yelp goes up as his back is given a matching rake to his chest. Still, he pushes forward, shaking his head back and forth like a pitbull in the dog ring. His hands rake at her abdomen from the midsection down, claws slashing with long pent up anger. But her position is still one of superiority and she's able to to get her own jaws around the back of his neck and squeeze against his throat. Blood pools beneath them making the linoleum flooring slick and sloppy, and as the metis was using his lower bodies strength to support his attacks, it proves his undoing and his leg slips to bring him down. He loses his hold on the other's leg by means of being torn from it, and then he's kicking hind legs out in one last desperate attempt to regain footing and distance.
The Metis manages to open one long cut across KL's chest, before the slick flooring betrays him, and the Ahroun uses her position of mechanical advantage to bear him down the the floor, her claws digging viciously at his sides. She endeavours to maintain her hold around his neck as the two descend towards the floor. Her own frustration and upset at the metis is obvious, not just in her actions, but the bellow of sheer anger and (emotional) pain that she gives, even if it is muffled in the back of his neck.
The male Fury goes down hard, and while he's not cowering like he was the other night, there is a change coming over him as the fight continues. Self preservation is a natural instinct, and when the claws rake at his sides and that grip around his throat is held fierce and firm, he finds the dizziness of his wounds creeping in on him. Eyes blink rapidly even as he tries one last flail of hind legs against her underside. They hardly catch and then his eyes go dim and close, his head turning away and his body stilling in survival-dependant submission.
KL senses, rather than sees, the submission of the Philodox. She maintains her position pinning him to the floor, but lifts her head away, removing the grip around his neck. She taps on his jaw with a claw. ~Open~ she commands.
Speaks-Up does as he is instructed, his maw opening as his tongue lolls out to the side in a rapid pant. He doesn't move behind that.
The Fury Elder, her eyes set in determination, reaches into the Metis' mouth, and her claws close around the base of his tongue, their sharp edges cutting through the muscle, severing it with a fresh flood of blood. With that, she stands, and tosses the disconnected tongue back onto the chest of the Metis. ~It is acceptable to disagree with me~ she says. ~But there is a line. Learn where it is~. She slowly shifts back down to homid, and collects her coat. "Clear up the mess," she says, coldly, heading for the door.
The yelp that erupts is enough to wake the dead, and suddenly the metis is near panic. Blood pools out of his maw as he scrambles away from the Ahroun and the mess, staring in horror at the lost appendage sitting in it. It's a pretty pitiful sight now as he snaps his jaws over and over trying overcome the sensation of losing his tongue; like a cat gagging on peanut butter or hot molasses. As she heads for the door he flops to the ground completely, remaining in his breed form as a low whimper rises up to haunt the otherwise silent house
KL stops by the door, and looks back. Her eyes are big, and she's obviously working hard to suppress something. "I still love you," she says, quietly. Whether or not he hears. And then she opens the door and is gone. Wearing her new coat.