Light of May ::: an original roleplay

For Weston/Annie.

WHO: Zelie & Weston
WHEN: Mid-afternoon
WHERE: Bernhard Pack Hideout

The nose situation was her fault entirely. She hadn't needed to headbutt the guy. After all, he had just been trying to reclaim his girlfriend's purse. Becoming a werewolf had allowed her to pick her marks more carefully. She avoided anyone who smelled like they could be a fellow were - no matter their specific animal form - as they tended to have faster reflexes to catch her. She didn't steal from the dead-smelling. In fact, she avoided anyone who smelled funny in general. They tended to be witches or other kinds of things that could catch her. Still, there was the occasional mark that didn't strike her as particularly out of the ordinary and still they were something or the other. She wasn't sure what this guy was, but the grip he had on her arm told her that he had been something more than simply human. So, as Devon had always taught her, she used her head. Granted, she didn't think he meant it so literally. Weston had reared her head back and smashed it against the guy's, who had promptly released her in surprise. She got away with the purse and a broken nose.

( Win, win. )