Maia // 003

[mistrustbeauty]

Who: Maia and anyone who feels like having a run-in with a werewolf
Where: Lake Meridian
Style: First
Status: Open~

[this is the longest time Maia's ever been stuck in the Change, and it just seems like the prolonged transformation is just making her bloodthirst worse. have a hungry werewolf with a killer headache, no sense of self, and a need to eat

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[halfthelady]

[After a day of shopping, you'd think Jessamine would be perfectly happy to stay at home and do nothing. But staying in the mansion is almost as horrible as staying in the Institute - stifling and a reminder of what she's supposed to be.

So even though it isn't quite proper (she can break the rules for once can't she?), Jessamine made her way towards the lake after dropping her things off at the mansion with Isabelle. Her parasol is twirling lazily above her as she makes her way around the lake and that's when she hears Maia's howl. Her body tenses up and the grip on her parasol tightens on pure instinct.

Oh lovely.]

[mistrustbeauty]

[even in her transformed state, something in Maia can still function enough to differentiate scents. she's been in her wolf form so long that the initial crazed blackout passed to just being pissed off and hungry with just a little more brain function than usual.

so Shadowhunter blood? it smells like a challenge. instead of haring off slobbering to eat Jessamine, she knows to approach carefully. hackles raised, her howl lowers to a growl as she slinks towards the blonde.]

[halfthelady]

[As much as she doesn't want to, her Shadowhunter training which she vaugely remembers is kicking in. Her parasol is electrum lined by that doesn't mean it's enough to kill a werewolf - and the Angel knows that's what her instincts are telling her to do right now. Something silver would do much better but alas, there was nothing like that on her right now.

Jessamine still can't see the wolf but she holds out her parasol towards the direction of where she heard the growl.]

[mistrustbeauty]

[really? that's all she's got? could be instincts were wrong-- Shadowhunter blood doesn't necessarily mean a threat.

Maia licks her lips, then bursts forwards. she'd rather be hunting in a pack, but this will do]

[soloriens]

[This wolf catches the sounds of the howls, hungry howls. Back home she's use to feeding any animals she may come across, from wolves to bears, to tigers, to sheep, and etc. However, she can sense this isn't a ordinary wolf. Almost like one of the Oina tribe, just.. not exactly.

After a bit of walking, she manages to find the other but she stops and holds back for now. She's waiting for the other to spot her, as to not startle her. But within Amaterasu's mouth, is a a small pouch, a pouch filled with various of meat.]

[mistrustbeauty]

[Maia nearly chokes on her own howl as she catches a scent. she whirls, pulling back her teeth when she sees Amaterasu. she recognises-- well, not a packmate, but the first wolf she's seen in months. and with it there's a smell of meat. her tongue lolls, and she steps forwards.

she wants that meat.]

[soloriens]

[Ears perk once the wolf begins to step forward towards her, the Sun Goddess lowering her head in signs of showing she meant no harm or any. Parting her jaw, she drops the bag upon the ground beneath her and begins to take a few steps back.

She's free to take it.]

[mistrustbeauty]

[there's a brief hesitation, a look of suspicion, but it's quickly quelled as hunger overwhelms. Maia darts forwards and rips into the bag, sinking her teeth into the meat and snarfing it down quickly.

her eyes flick up as she swallows, Amaterasu a brief distraction from her more-than-welcome meal]

[mudbloodhater]

[all Draco wanted was a little time to himself. A little bit of alone time for him to relax by the lake. Maybe stare at the moon in its bizarrely full glory.

[But no. Of course, after all is said and done, his spectacular luck holds out. He barely even notices the howls as he gets to the lake, only hearing them when it's far too close for him to leave. His eyes finally rise, wide and terrified; he knows the sound of a werewolf when he hears one. Thoughts of Fenrir tear through his head, and he freezes where he stands, hand moving slowly towards his wand.]

Hello?

god, I feel bad for Draco :|

[mistrustbeauty]

[too bad for you, Draco, you come across Maia as she's getting desperate. one little bit of luck, perhaps, might be that she's pretty far away from you on the lake's banks right now, so you'll be able to see and hear her approaching as she turns and runs.]

....he'll get over it eventually.

[mudbloodhater]

[his eyes widen further yet as he spots her, only far enough to allow him a few seconds headstart. Clutching his wand tightly to keep from losing - or worse, breaking - it, he whips about on his heel and begins racing in the opposite direction. His heart pounds in his ears as he glances back over his shoulder, morbid curiosity as to whether she was going to put up a chase.]

.... ;__;

[mistrustbeauty]

[no doubt chasing. he doesn't smell like a Shadowhunter or a vampire, so she doesn't register any reason why she might hold back-- she's too hungry to remember those aren't the only dangers around, or she might have picked up on the warlock-like smell on him.

well, anyway, four legs give her pretty good speed, especially when she smells his fear. hasn't he heard that running only makes a person more enticing prey?]

[gentle_cruelty]

[Irial stood outside in the cold, a lazy cigarette in hand, staring in the direction of that howl]

[mistrustbeauty]

[scent ping. she has company. she's been learning her lesson from blindly attacking, so this time Maia just slinks closer, doing her best to stay down and quiet, trying to size him up]

[gentle_cruelty]

[Oh, this is interesting. Irial continued to casually smoke his cigarette, shadows passing across his eyes as he watched the wolf's slow advance]

[mistrustbeauty]

[her brain may be slightly hazy from hunger and bloodlust, but she's been having enough close shaves to put her on alert now. she can smell the Downworlder on him. that's a little disappointing-- mundanes taste better, and they're easier to catch-- but his scent is still enticing.

without even realising she's continuing to creep forward, thinking she's unnoticed, her jaws open to take in more of his scent.]

[carnivalcat]

[Of course he is. And the smell of dog is just so repulsive, but also strong enough that he's curious enough to take a look. When he does manage to find the werewolf, he just quirks an eyebrow.]

... would you look what the cat dragged in and spit out?

[mistrustbeauty]

[something smells disgusting. not as bad as vampire, sure, but still not her favourite scent. Maia sneezes, then snarls at Boris as though to say "get out of my face."]