jackson harris ( werewolf ) . (likefenris) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-01-28 03:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-30, dominic, jackson |
some people have lost their way, some people have lost their mind.
Who: Jackson and Dominic.
Where: Streets of Scarlet Oak.
When: Evening.
It didn't take Jackson long to get settled at the place Troy had recommended. Not only was the Budget Lodge somewhat on the small side, but there were a few too many smells in that place for anyone with a decent nose to tolerate for long. Besides, it wasn't as if he had a lot to unpack, or much in the way of intention when it came to staying for the long haul. How long exactly he planned to stay in Scarlet Oak depended on whether or not he could raise the funds to keep on going, or if he finally found himself feeling less uncomfortable and anxious. A wolf without a place to call their own just couldn't live their life, at least not the way nature intended, and that was just as true for weres. If anything, it was easier for their fully animal counterparts to go it alone and wander from place to place. Jackson refused to believe they were happy with that way of life though. It just wasn't how they were wired. Wolves were pack animals, plain and simple, and without the support and balance of a pack around them, they just couldn't thrive.
Who knew? Maybe he would stay in Scarlet Oak. There was no way of knowing yet, certainly not without taking a good look around and getting an idea of just who and what he was dealing with. Troy had offered him a place to stay, his own place as it happened, but Jackson hadn't gone for it. The Budget Lodge would do for now, at least until he could figure out what he was doing, and if that ended up costing him too much, then he could always go back to sleeping in his truck. It had suited him well enough many a night since leaving Canada, anyway. What were a few more nights spent curled up in wolf form in the front seat?
The streets of Scarlet Oak seemed normal enough. There were the odd groups of people, some in twos and threes, others in bigger numbers, and there was some scattered evidence of some sort of big event in recent days, some sort of gathering or something along those lines; Jackson didn't have any way of knowing for sure, but whatever it was, it seemed to have passed. If it was important, he would hear about it sooner or later. Or not. He might have moved on by then. As he walked, he let his gaze wander here and there, taking in not only the people who were scattered at random intervals, some on their way home while others were simply lingering without obvious intentions, to the buildings and even the vehicles parked along the sidewalks. Wolves liked to learn about their surroundings, they were perceptive and always aware, even more so when they were alone. Jackson didn't have anyone watching his back now. Lone wolves had to be even more careful than those who could claim ownership to a pack.
Ears, eyes, nose, they all played their part in Jackson's exploration, and he took in as much as possible. Some of the scents he gathered were no more pleasant than those found at the Lodge and were therefore dismissed as quickly as possible, while others triggered a flash of recognition, at least on a basic level, and meant a great deal more, especially to the predator inside.
There was another were nearby, and more than that, another wolf.