InsaneJournal

Who: Malia and Lydia
Where: Chapel in the woods
When: The snowstorm
What: Getting trapped in a really creepy place cause that's how they roll
Status: On-going/closed
Warnings: TBD



Malia had fallen into somewhat of a routine. She slept the entire morning away and most of the afternoon as well. Then she usually ate a bowl of cereal in front of the television. When Barry was available he would teach her things like he had promised and while Malia had learned a lot about all kinds of things like Math and Science and History she really hadn't learned very much in the way of social skills. Barry had nice friends that wanted to do fun things and Malia was game to do things that were fun. It didn't stop her from growling every once in awhile if she was upset. She had to be careful to reign her temper in and she figured that growling was at least better than her first instinct which was to just throw punches.

The little werecoyote lead a very strange existence here in Portland. She had somehow managed to get a roommate that adopted her. The town itself seemed very accepting of her kind or at least the ones who reached out to her were. She had agreed to not drag anymore twigs and leaves and dirt inside. It wasn't good for Barry's allergies and the last thing Malia wanted to do was piss him off after he had taken her in. She knew that she wasn't normal. She knew that her moods were strange and she couldn't quite express herself properly. Malia had a lot of challenges in front of her but she could run from one side of the city to the other in just about an hour. She thought that was pretty neat. She had nowhere to go and nothing to look forward to. She couldn't work the way. Not yet, she wasn't ready for that kind of responsibility yet. She made a little extra cash by collecting soda bottles and cans and turning them in for cash. Getting money was better than chewing on them anyway.

It had been warm lately and Malia had been staying out almost all night running around Portland's wooded area in her coyote form. She howled at the moon and scampered around and got into fights with snakes and raccoon. She shredded newspapers and communed with nature. It was strange without her passenger and in a way she felt so free. In some other ways she felt lonely, like a part of her was missing. It was with Stiles now and Malia could feel it's creeping coldness. Soon the whole city would feel it's wrath and she wondered what would become of everyone.

The snow took Malia by surprise and by the time she realized that a lot of snow was falling very quickly, it was too late to turn back home. She shifted then. It was painful that shift, always hurt each time a little more. Malia didn't know why that was. There was so much she didn't understand about herself and what she was. Nobody here could explain it to her. Stiles and his friends had tried but all they had was Isaac and he wasn't an alpha. He couldn't make her understand the way that Scott had. Malia was a lost little coyote without an alpha to call her own but she had been an omega for most of her life. She would survive. She stood up without a stitch of clothing on and the snow fell softly around her. Maybe she did have a pack, she just didn't realize it yet.

There was a small chapel out in the woods. It wasn't much to look at. It was actually pretty rickety looking, as if it had been built and forgotten about decades ago. It was the only shelter Malia saw nearby and she walked inside. She peered inside the window before trying the door. She was surprised when it opened. It slammed shut behind her as she walked up towards the wooden pews. Her arms crossed over her chest but she had no shame about her nudity. This was nature. Malia knew better than to walk down Main Street like this. She had already made that mistake once and found out quickly how bad an idea it actually was. But this wasn't Main Street. There weren't soccer moms driving their kids home in soccer vans. There was just her. Her and God. And God made her this way.

Malia approached a small fireplace in an office behind the chapel and she didn't waste any time building a fire. She immediately shifted back into a coyote and laid down on the floor in front of the fireplace. She could wait the storm out here. She napped for awhile, sleeping as the wind howled against the walls. It wasn't until she heard the door close that her eyes snapped open, bright blue and alert. Her ears went back as she hopped up onto all fours quietly. Putting her head down she approached the figure slowly with her teeth bared.