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Post by Daphne Frank on Jun 7, 2011 18:36:58 GMT -5
"C'est le meilleur jour pour une course," Daphne said excitedly as she hopped out of her beaten up jeep and onto the sand below her. The sun was actually shinning, and the water was as clear as a crystal. It was just luck that the blonde had chosen one of the best days of the year for a run on First Beach.
She grabbed the stretched-out hair tie on her left wrist and tossed her long blonde hair into a sloppy bun on the top of her head. She wasn't trying to impress anyone. Although, her tight fitting lime green sports bra and black shorts were enough to suggest otherwise.
Kneeling down, she tightened the laces of her beaten up, old running shoes. She may not have needed them to run, but they would only be a hinderance to her if they were not secured properly. A few calf stretches and she was ready.
"Allons-y! Let's go!" she yelled to herself as she took off at a moderate pace.
Her feet hit the sand in a natural cadence as she ran along the shoreline just outside the reach of the tide. Her long, tan legs were almost glittering in the sunlight. Daphne closed her eyes for a moment, soaking in the sunlight like a cat.
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Post by Nukilik Ataciara on Jun 8, 2011 19:24:00 GMT -5
Nukilik jogged through the La Push reservation. He and Ahnah had arrived in the area of Forks a few nights ago. They had a campsite in one of the campgrounds for the moment, because he'd yet to make contact with any other shifters. He hadn't really tried yet, though. Not until today when he had decided to make a run through the reservation and see if he could find any of the local shifters, who he'd been told turned into wolves.
He studied the area as he ran. The wife-beater, black shorts, and running shoes he wore were obviously very new. They'd gone shopping upon arrival in Forks, because Nukilik had been learning the hard way that shifting while he was dressed took a real beating on this clothes; or rather, anything he shifted in was pretty much never wearable again. That was the thing about his situation though. He hadn't been taught about what he was or the rules and downsides. There'd been no one to teach him. The three vampires - Tereasa, Stephanie, and Kaitlyn - had told them what they knew. Even that wasn't everything that another shifter could have told him, though. As much as he wanted to find the wolves for Ahnah's safety, he wanted it more for himself. He wanted to finally feel like he belonged and to finally understand what he was.
He started jogging along the beach. So far, no sign of the shifters. Then again, if they were human it would be hard to know for sure when he'd found them. He really didn't figure he'd find anyone on this trip, but it was worth going to explore the area. If he was staying here for a while, he might as well know the land. He didn't want to hinder the ability of the others to keep the reservation and the town safe. Not knowing the land would be one of the first things that would make him a weak link. You're getting ahead of yourself. You have to find them... and even then they might not make you part of their pack. He could hope though. Hope was all he had left.
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Post by Daphne Frank on Jun 8, 2011 19:56:59 GMT -5
Daphne had only been running for ten minutes when she decided to take a small break; the water was too gorgeous for her not to take a second to admire it. After living in the middle of France for most of her life, it was a nice experience for her. Something about the sun brought out the big cat shifter in her. The only thing that wasn't cat like was her desire to jump into the sparkling water in front of her.
"Pourquoi pas?" she said to herself with a smile, ditching the plan to run. "Swimming is still a workout. I can run tomorrow." Not that she need to justify it to herself. It had been years since she had been swimming, and she was dying to find out if she still knew how. She quickly kicked her shoes off and bent down to peel her light pink socks off.
Her body moved almost in a blur as she took off towards the water. Normally, she would have been a little more careful with her speed, at least in human form, but she was excited to worry about anyone else who might be lurking around the beach. If luck was on her side, anyone who was there was too busy admiring the view.
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Post by Nukilik Ataciara on Jun 8, 2011 22:53:55 GMT -5
He was looking around, and so he really should have missed Daphne's action. He'd been trying to study the area. He wasn't there to spy on people, and he hadn't been planning on contacting anyone. Most guys his age might try to pick up girls on the beach. Then again, he wasn't most guys. However, he did notice her. He'd turned his head in her direction at exactly the wrong moment. He watched her as she took off at a run towards the water.
Maybe it was just a case of bad timing, though it would be debatable as to who had badly timed their action. All he knew, as he watched the girl run towards the water, was that she was moving at a speed no human should have been able to. Then again, he could do that too. The problem was, she didn't look like she'd be part of the local group. They were, supposedly, all members of the tribe that lived on the reservation. From what he'd seen of her, there wasn't anything Native American about her appearance. Then again, Nukilik was a shifter and he wasn't from around here either.
He started running, in an attempt to catch up to her. He too sped up to the point that he was a blur. He wasn't prepared to go swimming, though. He would follow her to the shoreline, but that would be where he stopped. Unlike her he wasn't quite prepared to go in.
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Post by Daphne Frank on Jun 8, 2011 23:24:26 GMT -5
Daphne was almost into the water when she felt another's presence in the area, somewhere extremely close. Turning on a dime, she turned around and assumed one of the defensive poses her father had taught her; her legs spaced apart, her arms up, elbows tucked, and fists at the ready. She had no idea who or what was behind her, but she was determined to protect herself if there was a need for it. The times made it harder to tell friend from foe.
It did not take too long for her eyes to catch sight of the man running towards her at full speed. Since she was more than accustomed to supernatural beings, she held her ground. Daphne knew that it would just be seconds before he caught up to her, so she used what time she had to evaluate him. He had a handsome face, nice eyes, and a muscular build. If he hadn't been a potential threat, she might have found him attractive.
"Qu'est ce que tu veux?" she yelled in French, loud enough for him to hear, her fists still raised in precaution. Until she found out what he wanted with her, she was not going to let her defenses down. She had been through too much in her short life to be anything less. She was not going down without a fight. And with a snow leopard/lynx shifter, the fight was bound to be a messy one.
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Post by Nukilik Ataciara on Jun 9, 2011 15:18:56 GMT -5
He came to a halt as she spun around to face him. He'd caught up to her in a matter of seconds, in part because she had stopped moving. She seemed to have known he was there. Clearly, whether she was from these parts or not, she had a lot more training than Nukilik did. Even the stance she took up indicated that, being far more professional than anything he would have done.
He held up his hands, a sign of surrender and of coming in peace. She'd spoken, but her words weren't something he understood. "I don't speak... whatever language you're speaking," he called to her. He stood there for a moment, feeling foolish and wondering what to do. He finally decided to go with telling the truth. "I came here seeking other shifters. I was the only one in my village, and I was thrown out after a vampire attack." Which was counterproductive, but convincing his village of that would not be easy.
He held off on telling her more. He didn't want to be too open with her yet. In some respects, laying his cards on the table showed a willingness to cooperate. However, it also left him very vulnerable. He didn't want to be vulnerable.
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Post by Daphne Frank on Jun 9, 2011 20:27:23 GMT -5
Daphne let her arms drop to her sides, feeling a little ridiculous for assuming that he was going to attack her. Her past has taught her to be cautious, though. She has learned early in life that people aren't always who they pretend to be. With an apologetic look on her face, she ran her fingers through her blonde hair for a moment as she figured out how best to reply.
"I'm sorry," she said honestly, her thick French accent coating every word that fell off her tongue. "My father taught me to be on my guard at all times. It is only a natural position for me to assume." She took a few steps forward and extended her hand in a friendly gesture to the man in front of her. She didn't know if he would accept it, but she figured that it was worth a try to make amends.
"My native language is French, so sometimes I automatically start speaking in it without thinking about who I am talking to. I was just asking what you wanted with me. I thought you were on the attack. Once again, I'm very sorry."
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