Katherine Danvers (kdanvers) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-09 20:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | katherine danvers, open |
Who: Kate Danvers, and Open
What: Trying to hunt down a rogue werewolf
When: Late evening, shortly before sun set
Where: Graveyard
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
Kate knew that people who were from this world slipped in and out of the city all the time, not ever knowing that a large number of people here could never leave until they were let go. A few days ago she'd heard about a few brutal killings. Nothing unusual in a place like this, someone was always being killed. But the bits of information she was picking up on the reports made her believe it was a werewolf. Then, this afternoon, she had caught the scent of one. It wasn't Oz, it was Ginger, and she was pretty sure it wasn't that other one that lived at the Hyperion. This wolf was out of control, and obviously knew how to shift when it wanted to. Or maybe it was just so angry that it couldn't control when it shifted. What she knew about wolves didn't seem to apply anymore. She'd come to expect anything.
But she still had expectations of herself. A werewolf fucks up big time, you kill it off. So that's what she was doing. Normally she wouldn't be doing this alone. She'd have someone with her. Maybe Logan, her dad, or someone else from the Pack. But she didn't have that option today. She wouldn't bring Ginger, too new, and Kate didn't know if she could fight. Oz, well she didn't know much about his ass kicking abilities either. Whatever the reason, she was at it alone.
The werewolf had tracked the other all the way to a cemetery. Creepy place, why couldn't they ever hang out at an IHOP or something fun like that? She hopped the gate of the fence, and landed softly in the grassy area among a few grave stones. She looked to the right, finding a head stone right behind, the name reading 'Adam McArthur'. "'Scuse me, Adam. Didn't mean to interrupt." she muttered softly, before looking up. Tilting her head, she sniffed slightly. The mutt had come this way, and his scent was getting stronger. She was almost there.
Kate kept low, moving through the graveyard at a speed that was slightly faster than what your average human could move. The trail was fresh, and up ahead she could swear she could hear movement, a low snarling noise.