White Moon

[†Chaplain†]

Cain sat under a green pine tree. The tree was covered in bits of snow leaving little spots of green pines every other spot. Every time he moved a piece of snow would fall, and drop on his head. His black hair was cold and damp from the snow around him. The frozen air caused his breath to mist and float to the sky. His blue eyes scanned the winterly scenery. There was a village somewhere in the woods, but he always tried to avoid it. He avoided everybody. No one like his kind around, no one would accept him into there towns just because of the curse that was upon him. He was a Werewolf, and the night sky above him made him feel uncomfortable, but it was the best time to travel.

He stood up from the tree smacking his head on a low branch. "Ow," he said rubbing his head. After a ten hour rest he was well ready to hunt for this days food. He wore a leather curassis and gauntlets. He had a dagger concealed behind him for close encounters. His shoulders were covered in several layers of cloth; along with his pants to keep him warm. His double buckled boots ran over his ankles and half way up his shin to stop any unwanted snow from getting in. His green cloak wrapped around his body and buckled at his neck. The silver buckle was a moon; it gave him a constant remembrance to look up in the sky to see how many days he had left until he changed once again. His wooden hickory bow strapped to his back, along with a large quiver.

He walked for about an hour and saw a frozen-over river. He needed some water so he expected it to be a good spot to get some. He took off his gauntlet. The cold air surround it giving off a chilly feeling. He ignored it and scanned the area to make sure no one was watching, then he punched a hole through the four inch think ice giving off water. He lowered his steel canteen into the water filling it up. He clinched his teeth as the water made his nerves slowly stop working making his hand numb. Once it was full he pulled it out and placed his gauntlet back on. The warmth of the gauntlet came slowly, but after a few minutes of rubbing he gained back the feeling. He placed his canteen around his waist and continued on his way. He walked he felt the uneasy presence of someones eyes; though he didn't know who's it might be.

[Serenity]

"Shit!"
The mellifluous tone of a young woman rang silently through the forest air, holding to the cold breeze and grasping with a death-lock that wouldn't loosen up, traveling far and wide for many a ear to hear.
A form laid clutched on the ground, knees buried in snow as a large, charcoal black cloak laid scattered around. Thin lace was neatly tied around her slender neck, and the long endings gently swayed in the breeze...however, they were barely noticeable within the night's canvas.
One gloved hand was placed in the white powder. A tattered tan hide of a deer that was thin and well worn out, being of little use to keep her hands warm. The other hand was lifted up toward her, the tan of the glove held out with her palm facing down as sharp blue eyes surveyed her arm.
Blood trickled down and slowly soaked within the frozen liquid beneath her. She snarled in defiance and anger, her tongue lapping at the wound as she shifted her head slightly, causing the hood that was over her odd metallic silver hairs to fall lower of her face, hiding the vibrant glare that shone from her eyes.
'Someone would've heard that,' she thought as she stared at the tracks of the young doe that trampled off after dealing a blow to her arm. 'Damn beast... I wasn't even hunting...'
After a few more licks to her arm, the female slowly wrapped the cloak tighter around her body. Her clothing was thin and useless in this weather, but she had no way of gathering thicker clothing. She had to kill just to get the cloak, and that was her only means of warmth.
"Damn this," she snarled, slashing out at the air...cursing the moon. "Damn the curse," she whispered, feeling her body curl up slightly as she tried to become warmer. She remembered...she remembered the bite. She could still feel the fangs on her legs, the burning fire that surged into her veins. She remembered the golden eyes...they held no intentions to kill. It wanted her, but not for prey. It just wanted her...
She remembered the gun shot during the night as she ran from small farm she lived on. A mere peasant girl with no family... She ran from the dead little girl, her silver gray form flying through the night. The yells of the villagers screaming revenge to her rang hot in her ears, and she had no way of getting them to understand.

Now here she was, freezing in her peasant clothing with a black cloak to barely keep her warm. A cloak that she tried to use to hide her looks... She never wanted anyone to see the metallic silver hair that fell to her waist, she never wanted one to see the odd blue eyes she had...and she never wanted anyone to see the mark she received after another killing in a small town. The tear-like marks of black that ran from her lower eyelids and traveled down toward her chin, growing thinner as it traveled.
She felt herself pull the hood further over her face, making sure the shadow of the moon kept her looks well concealed. 'If anyone heard that, I don't want them to see what I look like,' she thought, bringing her arms around her chest as she huddled on the ground, frantically looking for another shelter to make it through another winter night.

[†Chaplain†]

Rayne continued along into the night. His hands were begginning to freeze as the ice water had soaked onto his hand, and began to cause a numbing feeling. He gripped his hand and began to rub it to create a flow of blood through his hand before frostbite took effect.

Shifting his fingers, he looked around once more; no sign of movement, but before he could do anyhting he heard footsteps nearby. Unsheathing his dagger he crouched, and his ice blue eyes scanned the forest. After several scans he picked up a women walking by. She seemed to be in a hurry, but from what.

He stepped sideways behind her, and placed his knife against her throat. "What are you doind here? and why are you in such a hurry." This wasn't the idea of what he wanted to do. He wanted to step up and be friendly toward the person, but running from a town means two things; your being chased for something you did, or something you are; and he didn't wat to take chances of her being dangerous toward him in any way. Who knows what she's done?

[Serenity]

"Kill me," she whispered, pressing the skin of her neck firm against the blade as her eyes bore into him from beneath the shadow of her hood. "The blade is already there, do it if that is what pleases your soul." Her odd sapphire eyes were glowing slightly in the shadows of where she hid her face, and she felt a hand hurry up toward the hood and hold in in place as she looked at the snow covered earth.
"I was only looking for shelter anyway... The clothing of a peasant isn't quiet so warm..." The female felt her voice trail away slightly into the breeze, like as if she was talking to herself more-so than the person who threatened her life. Of course, she knew she could toss him away and run, but he would probably catch up and finish the job. Then again, what point was there in running? She was already a fugitive... She already posed a threat to mere mortals... If she was killed now, then they would have others to worry about and she would no longer be a threat.
The cloak she stole from her dead prey flapped softly around her, and even managed to bump against Rayne since he was so close. The female only looked him in the eye once, and that was earlier. Now, she only bothered with the ground...
"Why are you out here? Did you do something as well?" She felt if she was going to die tonight by this guy, at least she could die knowing why she wasn't the only creature that lurked the night. Her voice, so soft and silent...like the falling flakes of frozen water dancing in the breeze which carried their own mesmerizing scene. Her voice mimicked the snowflake's dance of serene feelings. But somewhere inside the calming tone was a note of anger. Always she wonder why did she have to be bitten, why did she loose her dark brown hair for a odd silver color, why her chestnut gaze had suddenly turned blue, and why did she get marked by a odd human in the village of her last victim. Her eyes still never found a way to him, but as she began to inhale air, it seemed like she knew what he was.
"You kill...like me, don't you? You are trying to hide in order to keep yourself and others safe," she whispered, taking a glove hand and placing it on his so that she could lower the dagger from her neck, allowing a thin line of red to be seen.

[Serenity]

ooc: Wait...is it Cain, or Rayne?

[†Chaplain†]

ooc. Da*n, it's Rayne

Rayne gave an awkward expression, but refocused on what was going on. "You don't seem like a person that pose a threat to me, all i have to worry about is damn jipsy's." He lowered his dagger and turned around. He could hear the shouts of villagers cursing at her, but what had she done, and how did she know his secret?

Rayne stepped softly across the snow covered dround. He stepped over a large root pretruding out of the ground, and as he stepped he could feel his blood beginning to boil. Shaking it off, he'd have to get her to safety, then he'd leave to move on with his never ending journey.

[Serenity]

Beneath the hood, the hidden face found a way toward Rayne's back, watching as he began to disappear in the night. 'Am I to follow?' she thought, rubbing her hand over the place of where his dagger was moments before, ignoring the slight sting of where the thin wound was. 'I shouldn't be a bother.'
Her head turned off into a different direction, her numb body staggering off slightly. Pale lips within the shadows that hid them mumbled curses as she found herself soon leaning against a tree that was only mere feet away. She didn't have the strength nor mobility to move on... Her night's travel was to end here until the sun came and managed to warm her slightly.
'Now I almost wish for a full moon.' When the thought passed her head, she sighed distastefully. At least in her werewolf form she would be a little warmer due to the fact she would have a pelt rather than bare skin...
Feeling obliged, the girl looked back to Rayne, her eyes full of curiosity and thoughts. He didn't seem to social... Didn't seem like he wanted much to do with her. 'Why would he anyway,' she thought as she slunk to the ground, her back leaning heavily against the broad trunk of the tree, her face now facing up to the branches. 'No one ever wanted /anything/ to do with me... Not even my parents...'
Within the thin gloves, fists were made. Her anger began to surge through her veins and soon she found herself trembling slightly. 'I could've had a home, but they left me. I could've been safe, but they abandoned me... I wouldn't have been bitten because of them. I wouldn't be running and trying to hide in order to be safe. I wouldn't be a killer...'
Turning her head away, the girl finally pulled her hood down so that it fell against her back, the faint glow of metallic silver hairs shimmering in what light that could find its way through the thick branches of the tree above.

[†Chaplain†]

Cain walked on, his black boots sinking into the light blanket of white below him. As he passed a tree, he stopped. His ear twitched as if it sensed something. Flicking his long jet black hair out of his eyes, he suddenly turned around back toward the girl he told to fallow her.

"You don't want to walk off anywhere," he said mentioning what she was trying to do earlier about leaving. He didn't see her try, but he had become such a good hunter, he could probably survive without eyesight. Grabbing her wrist as he walked by, he dragged her off into the deeper section of the woods..

He swerved in the snow re-tracing his steps, making it impossible to track them. Then, without notice, stepped off into a random direction; listening to his surroundings.

"Look... whatever you did, I know why? I know your secret... I could've figured it out without you killing someone," he said not even turning to face her. "It's your stance, and the way the cold effects you, but mostly it's your eyes." He sounded like a romance poet, but really it was her eyes. A werewolf's eyes have a silver tint to it, and in the moon light... It glows fluorescent-like against the dark scenery.