Post by Feather Crestfall on Jul 11, 2021 19:45:34 GMT -5
Feather watched he brother walk over to the bench, giving more distance between her and his smoking “Jennifer is probably the worst name out there besides Karen. There just so plain. If you ever call me that I’d flush your secret stash you kept under you mattress.” He had been hiding things there for years so it wasn’t really a secret from her. She would threaten to do it every once and a while. She probably only actually done it once it had been a few years though. She always kept the event in his memory so that he won’t push her too hard.
She watched as Tash kept a hold of her phone, she seemed to be waiting for a reply. They guy on other end was probably be in trouble, she did seem like a little fire cracker. She was so different from herself. Tash was bold and seemed to a bit of an aggressive attitude whenever need it. Feather rather let things go instead of making big deals out of something small. Hopefully the guy could sweet talk.
She was a little amused by her twin’s offer to get a kitten. Cats were fun but they really didn’t like change and moving around to much. Feather didn’t like it would be fair for a poor creature, to be uprooted for place to place. “I don’t kitten, Clo. I don’t need the responsibly.” She really like being about to get up and go when they need. Pets were restricting.
Life can be and interesting thing it flowed like a river constantly changing and Feather was enjoying this change. This little blonde girl Tash came riding in like a whirlwind and given her hope that maybe there could’ve more like Cloud and her out there. There had to be so many if she was having such a hard time coming to an actual number. The fact that there was enough if them to be split into two groups was shocking. They must have been a reason why there were so many of them. Was Forks overly populated with vampires?
“That’s so many, I guess you don’t worry about being hurt or anything by one.” She had notice every once and a while hanging out at the shop some weird folks came around, she often just head to the back if something smelt like hot rotting garbage. They just gave off bad idea and she didn’t want to be around them if she didn’t have to. So she just slip off. Now she felt it may be the opposite to what she should do. Her fight and flight response was always telling her flight.
Feather would just sit around the shop drawing. She was very creative, but sometimes to her designs we to outlandish for people . Art was her passion she rather pain but drawing was jus to much cleaner and you could do it anywhere. It didn’t shock her that Cloud had some possible encounters, she knew that it would be wrong to leave him with such creatures next time. She would never live with herself if Cloud got hurt because she wasn’t much of a fighter.
“Cloud if you want to watch fight stick to watching MMA fights. I don’t think her pack fights for the fun of it.” It would be interesting to see how the wolves would fight but for entertainment purposes she wasn't interested.
“Why do many cold ones come around here?” It was probably because of the weather it seemed to be a overcast sky almost everyday. She still wanted to see if there was a explanation. Was it possible they were in danger just staying in town. If there were so many out and about that Tash was out by herself. She was tiny, hopefully this didn’t reflect her size whenever she transformed. It made her wonder why her brother would let her out on her own. Brother were often very protective from what she knew from how Cloud treated her. It just seemed so weird the sister of a pack leader out on her own just driving lone when they seemed to have a group dynamic unless she was just a rebel.
Post by Catcher Reeves on Jul 12, 2021 1:20:19 GMT -5
From somewhere Natasha was shouting at him. It took a while to absorb what was in the text. He stood by the side of the road re reading it repeatedly at a loss for words. Speech, literacy left him as he couldn’t process the letters. She never raised her voice; he was reading it all mute and the string of angry emoji faces was both hilarious and scaring him.
Catcher stared in disbelief; eyes so tightly open in shock that they were just deep bottomless pools as he left a store having grabbed a quick bite to eat. Paying the parking metre with coins, he still held the message open, feeling short of breath, caught red handed about something as he sat on his bike debating what to answer, retracting everything he started typing.
His pulse was punching the veins in his neck; he wanted to just deflect her, say she was stunning and that she didn’t need to ask that question. In the context of where he was and where she could be, nothing made sense. He had jumped to a conclusion because he was guilty of being who he was. She only mentioned an annoying guy saying some stuff about him that he hadn’t told her; that guy was from a tattoo shop.
Instantly, he had made a face, intolerant as his heart sank; she was talking about Cloud. It had taken until prom night to realize how much he liked tattoos despite conflicting feelings of marking history on himself when he wanted to be rid of it at the same time. Weeks into the Summer had passed by and they had bonded over music, instruments, adventures, night life and art; this new brother was also a tall, lanky shape shifter of a unique species. The only other person he could see riding across country with, this friend was out of the box from his others; they were destructive together yet viciously free; he needed Cloud’s influence, the good and the bad. They understood what the other was all about; one loudly exciting and one quietly excitable. Both sharing an anarchy symbol on their skin.
Starting his vehicle, he considered how to put things delicately but also that he’d lose her, yet he really couldn’t make himself call her either. This was one of those matters he pretended was never going to happen but now he couldn’t get out of this conversation. Counting how many question marks there were, he figured it was better he set the pace with this subject rather than let her come at him on a random day, at a random time. It was personal and he owed it to her; he also knew she wouldn’t explode in front of him, but she could over the phone.
He closed Natasha’s bubble and wrote three words to Cloud. There was nothing he could feel that he wanted to show. A very complex reply arrived quickly and he tied his tattered scarf onto his head in a bandana so his uneven hair was partially hidden and not obviously unkempt, focused to ride; somewhat building fortitude as it cleaned any distraction from his face. Juxtaposed between the smooth clarity of his features and his intentionally shredded get-up of denim, he was never aware of how serious he could look; nobody ever pointed out how unhappy he could seem. He was a natural at softly brooding; shabbily dressed like a biker pirate or not.
Anxious about Forks Park, a culmination of foreignness and dread that he had to improvise things loomed ahead; since his mind was blank about Natasha, he had no control of the present. Noticing Cloud’s motorcycle with a back seat reattached, it dawned on him his sister was here. He had never met her, but Cloud had mentioned he was picking her up earlier so they were going to meet at his studio after hours, per usual without her. Looking around as he sighed about meeting someone new in this mood, he literally rode onto the pavement, giving up on the rules. His legs were never going to walk him over to confront things. This felt like he was going without a plan, unarmed and unprepared. Catcher was different in front of his friends than when he was alone, harnessing some morale that he had survived reuniting with Natasha for the better; giving himself faith. Atleast, she had embraced him now more than ever before and there was reassurance in that. This identity was the one most true to his being, one he was most comfortable in; one he lived. Instead of being a product of society, he departed to be in an obscure land, defiant of the person he was born to be.
It was a bleak evening, cold and passing into an early dinner time with the cloudy sun still slowly setting; the wheels kept turning until he stopped beside the bench his daydreaming friend sat. The man was practically a chimney, and all he could smell was nicotine, feeling the initial jittering buzz effect as smoke flowed into his lungs. Snatching off his keys, he was a bottle of aggravation as he unsaddled and strode over to Cloud. Everything he wanted to say was right there in his aura but knowing the pot head, he was pretty sure Cloud was stoned and he held out a hand, expecting to be handed something. Facing him, expression dead pan, he tilted his head, austerity clearer than his slightly affronted feelings; their dynamic easily misunderstood by on lookers.
Cloud provided the closest semblance to the world of beautiful people he left behind, without the pre-nups and broken homes. Come sundown they were all out, heading down town drinking away their loneliness, their sorrows, dreaming and feeling with stars in their eyes. Without the champagne, designer clothes and rolled up notes; this was him being surrounded but not so alone, not in an exclusive place being who he wasn’t. He had a leading hype man and a wing man in one; what he did and who he knew didn’t affect anything anymore.
Everyone was always looking for a come up, but not this guy and he stopped glaring so sternly at Cloud to see Natasha and a silver blonde haired woman covered with intricate sketches. The intensity waned and he mellowed; a shine of dashed hope in his eyes while he managed a modest smile of resignation to his predicament at them. He didn’t mean to ignore them, he was out of place and only now did he see Natasha’s platinum hair; eyebrows flying up briefly in amazement at how short it was. This was the best thing to come out of dying her hair rainbow with Seth; she was glamourous this way and he awkwardly lingered on her until he remembered there were people around. She didn’t look mad and Cloud’s sister appeared to be less intimidating than he had pictured; she was grander, quite wonderfully interesting to him and he lowered his chin, unconsciously sweetening his dark eyed gaze at them as his emotional state changed.
Last Edit: Jul 12, 2021 1:27:37 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Natasha Black on Jul 12, 2021 8:51:38 GMT -5
Satisfying g it was to see Feather going on about her bother and smoking, it was one of Tash irritants too. The smoke always made it harder to be able to smell and she was always on some form of alert when out her own. She had met vampires before, There had been a few battles, nothing she was really involved it because while the others fought her job was to protect closer to home just incase a vampire slipped by the pack or something and on to their land. It always annoyed her, she wouldn’t put up with it anymore being treated like a delicate flower. She was just as good as anyone else. The problem they had was her fur was just so white she was easy spotted against the green scenery not the best for sneaking.
Cloud and Feather started going on about the name Jennifer, then on about getting a kitten was this a joke too? Tash brothers often teased her like this. They were now both more preoccupied being around the ones they feel like they need to protect then to really bother with her today. They knew she always had someone looking out for her somehow. “ I actually love you name so unique his too. I side with you not wanting a pet. I really don’t think I could have one myself. It’s just weird knowing they have thoughts and feeling but they can’t express them into a proper form of communication. It’s just so weird.” She has never had a pet growing up. The dad who raised her was allergic.
Getting on to the topic of the cold ones, she wasn’t surprised that both Cloud and Feather had in a way encounter them. The smell coming off them was easily enough trigger for the wolves so it was strange how they had more self control.
“Not all are bad, the ones with the gold eyes are fine, its the ones with the red eyes that have been feeding on humans. Their the trash you have to look out for.” Her eyes scanned around the area they where in somewhat unnaturally, taking about vampires always made her on more alert. They had really good hearing after all. She wouldn’t want one coming over because she had been talking. It wasn’t the point of the conversation to have one show up. It was a curiosity that had became more personal.
There had been some golden eye vampires she had met recently that weren’t too bad. Claude was one of them, that guy was so strange so far from being a treat. He was actually fun. The circle out ran would probably run into him at some point and learn the different themselves.
“Of course they pay well. They know what you are. I could smell Feather the moment I saw her. You’d probably get looks out of confusion.” The twins and a underlying smell that me her realize they were something similar but something different all together.
”They stare at you weird waiting to see if your going to make a move. Vampires won’t usually attack first, the pack had build of a reputation of being the aggressor. Unless you have to fight I say let them be, or tell Catch it will get deal with.”
The pack had actually spent time training with what they call the vegetarian vampires ton learn the best way to kill the dangerous ones. I was something Feather and out wouldn’t have gotten. It was only because some weird need to come together and that had the opportunity to learn secrets. If she and Feather became close enough then she teach her too.
It was amusing that Cloud wanted to see a what a fight would looking it actually very quick if things were done right between the wolves so against the vampires. It only lasted as long as your opponent’s will to fight. The wolves usually just back down to whoever was more superior.
“Its really not as interesting you think more about strategy.” She didn’t like watching the others fight it looked more violent then it actually. Unless your fought Embry. He always had some angst.
The questions about her brother came, she didn’t need Jake or anyone looking out for her all the time is was actually very annoying not being able to come and go as she wanted sometime. So often she lately took off first and let them know after if they asked that was. “I don’t have to tell him everything? I don’t ways tell him were I am or who I hang out with. Everything I do is not his fucking business. I can make my own choices of who I want to be around, he can’t stop me he is too busy doing his own shit to even notice. You think I’d get more respect being the daughter or the Chief and all.” She was more irritated now. It was because she was a daughter she was more protected even Veronica had to go through something similar it was like the boys had to choose who they could spend time with too. She wasn’t allowing it anymore.
Cloud had hit a nerve she wasn’t trying to be snappy it just came like anger as always. She was over it and old enough to stop being treated like child “ and Not all of us are, its just the blood of the tribe that makes us change when there are a lot of vampires around more of the younger one phase.” Seth had been the youngest to ever turn at fifteen. It had been a few years since. “As for my brother’s mistakes they are not mine, in capable of making my own judgments.” He didn’t even know either of them why sis he think he has the right to comment.
She was about to answer Feather’s question when Catcher showed up, she looked in his direction trying to read his body language. He had this way about him that even though she had felt a little irritated moments before it had melted away. She was distracted almost wanting to read his mind about his he felt about her new look. “Ummm, well its usually either cloudy or raining. Their skin sparkles in the sun light.” It was something that was so beautiful but repelling at the same time. “They shine like they been dunked in a pool of glitter glue, its very different.”
She wouldn’t be able hide the fact that Catcher showing soften her, ever sense things changed within her, he was her kryptonite. She felt so much more strong and independent now, but he knew her at her core who she used to be before everything that connection is deep. ‘Did you come to talk more about crushes with your buddy or did you come to make up?” she bit the tip of her finger in a playful shy way looking at him so coyly. “I think you buddy here is just trying to pisses me off. I can’t believe you met another shifter.” Her attention fell back Feather, “Sorry to leave you out of the loop. That’s Catcher your brother probably called in in for reinforcement.”
Post by Cloud Crestfall on Jul 12, 2021 15:30:18 GMT -5
Feather talked about his secret stash and he was suddenly embarrassed; he genuinely didn’t know she knew he was stuffing things there again. There was one time he couldn’t find everything and she said she destroyed it but how would she know for sure he’d use the same place again. Twins; You’d think he learned.As he peered at her suspiciously, he schemed, feeling stupid and wondering what else she had done in his room. He was going to check everything when he got home and he smiled unevenly, half snorting at his sister’s deviance. ”Karen is a lot worse than Jen…I’m not having a Karen for a sister.” Very specifically, he spoke every word like it engraved close to his heart, like it was a shameful matter of fact and he tossed his hair back, squiggly towel dried strands flopping.
Cloud looked to the sky, watching the blurry sun set without gorgeous colour and exhaled a mushroom cloud above him, empty minded but mildly happy his other half had opened up completely in front of Tash. When they were together, they tended to get lost in their own banter but it was important the outsider could accept it; only then could they be friends.”If I get a kitten, you can’t play with it then. Your words not mine.” Snickering, he pretended to warn her while sharing an unspoken sentiment and it was never going to happen but he also knew Feather would never neglect a stray baby if it ended up at her door. He noted that Tash didn’t believe in having pets and how their names were exotic; Feather was the only person he would allow to call him Clo. It made him think he was a tiny clover. He supposed to it would be creepy to have a cat when he was one; it would be the same as a wolf getting a dog.
When she innocently talked to Tash about not worrying and about getting hurt, he raised an eye brow at her and turned away, rolling his eyes, looking into his lap. He wondered if other shape-shifters ever banded together as a misfit group. He wanted to know if they had family somewhere who was still looking for them and he found himself stubborn to his opinions; incredibly bitter. Incapable of accepting that every other being including vampires now, seemed to have a territory; looked out for each other as one. He kept these thoughts to himself, trying not to flex anything on his face so she could tell he had stopped yearning for change a long time ago. They were self-sufficient; they were survivors and he was proud. No one was going to take that away from him or come into their lives as if they needed to be fixed, needed them. The last thing he wanted was a feeling of envy.
Cloud’s mind was going sideways and he did want to watch an MMA fight now. If only he had front row tickets. A moment ago he was kind of happy, and now he sought out another blunt, digging in the pocket of his hoodie to take out a small paper wrapped joint. He would give up the cigarette for this; it would make him feel good like a little bit of pain. A slim café racer neared them in gunmetal glory, and he recognized it, totally disregarding the empty walkway and Cloud surprised himself that he didn’t think of doing the same thing. He had a few minutes to remember two things; red eyes and yellow eyes. Tash sounded very hateful of blood suckers, especially the ones who consumed humans and he didn’t get it; humans were just as much prey as killers and would do the same to each other even when their lives didn’t depend on it. He concluded she had never witnessed a senseless death and as far as he understood, his friend didn't run with a wolf crowd and refuses to even engage; he was more friend to the vampires than her pack.
The streamlined shape came into clear view then stopped beside the bench; an unamused and gravely displeased Catcher swung over it and paused in front of him. He broke out into a hoarse low laugh, a couple of chuckles in between as he gaged the atmosphere, lighting the blunt with his current cigarette by connecting the tips. Pressing them on his thigh, he handed it to his friend’s outstretched hand in a chill apology, his renewed amusement less evident as he calmed to the apathetic narc.
He was all for this, the more people smoked, the friendlier they would be. Only thing was he couldn’t tell if today he would smoke it, or throw it away; it was an irregular pattern with this boy. It never occurred to him that they did drugs and got wasted together but that he was the only unabashed recurring user. It took a few minutes for him to realize Catcher had never seen Tash look the way she did because he watched her studiously and didn’t say a word. Feather on the other hand, Cloud glanced at and then back to his homeboy trying to guess what he was thinking, unconcerned how he would feel finally meeting his beloved sister. Cloud had left out a lot of things in his descriptions of Feather, he wasn’t very smooth mentioning more than the basics; he saw her every day and thought nothing of most things she did or how she did them. The downside of getting along so well, you just don’t make it special.
”That’s Feather.” He motioned towards his twin and looked directly at her, moving on to reading her with a lopsided smile on his face, wondering what she was thinking now. A million years wouldn’t make him less childish when it came to pushing buttons of people he cared about. Beside her, Tash’s mannerisms changed; the prickliness became coquettish and he was baffled.She was supposed to be fucking annoyed and he was almost jealous Catcher got away with everything, every time.
”You found me… I sorta told her you liked her… or that it was some other girl. Sorry, man.” Finishing, he drew in a gradual breath of charred tobacco and added off handedly, damning himself some more on purpose as he leaned in to speak in a quieter tone so the girls might not listen in. ”The longer you’ve known her but she doesn’t know… the worse off you’ll be bro. Since when does Catcher Reeves have a future where he could get away with hiding?” Cloud's voice cracked, from the low drone he spoke in, as though he had just woken up or yelled for hours.
It made him choke, bursting into little shaky giggles, holding onto his flat tattooed belly and scrunching his white tank top, taunting with watering eyes as he looked Catcher up and down. He was positively going to cry from trying to visualize him in a suit at a fancy party, earrings and tattoos erased; sarcastic as all hell, wanting urgently to see a cleaned up version of the infamous troubled pretty boy from the Upper East Side. He had been to all the big cities and he was humbled by the great divide of prosperity and the allure of models and rich girls. Somewhere down the line, he picked up all these bad habits and began poisoning himself. Lights and flashing cameras, were just like ecstasy; he was seeing them now too, a slow motion dream blending reality and memories.
Post by Feather Crestfall on Jul 12, 2021 19:20:44 GMT -5
Feather was used to people liking her name it was out there Cloud's no that she wad older people though it was cool. She just smiled het face getting a little red. We she was child she often got picked on for her name was a different as she was. It didn’t help her to connect to other, even as child she has always had Could to play with her was never alone. Even now they were a package deal. “ŕThank you, your is pretty too.” She really thought it suited just short and cute. It was probably just a nickname though. She as her bother said he would never have a Karen as a sister and it made her chuckle she was far from a Karen. “I’d never want one either.”
She listen as Tash began to talk about vampire. Feather was amused by Tash the water like a little talkative case of information the she may have never stumbled upon. She seem to know so much about the vampires, and how to tell good one for the ones to watch out for. She would sure be paying more attention to people’s eyes here on out.
She often avoid eye contact with most strangers it made her feel odd making such a spiritual communication with someone as she felt like she was looking to people’s souls whenever she did. It made her feel strange that a vampire new what she was just by looking at her . It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up knowing that she’d might be in danger just trying to live her life and be what the goddess had decided to create her as. “ I for sure want your number. If stuff gets weird I sure will call.” This would also give her a way to get Tash’s number to ask if she wanted to hang out sometime.
She watched as Tash looked around she looked like she was on some sort of alert. Her demeanor changed when she started talking about a brother and not having to answer to him. It seemed like there might have been more behind her feelings but Feather wouldn’t ask her about it now. Maybe some other time when she became friends with her. That only if Tash would accept her friendship. She may be twenty three but never really having many girls who wanted to be her friend. Most of the people she was around were always Cloud’s friends. They did talk to her but really nothing to deep meaningful things she would enjoy.
The rumbling of another motorcycle came close and soon a young man walked up wearing all denim, he looked like he knew his way around motorcycles. He was very suave this was probably the guy Cloud was going on about because Tash seem to be a bit softer now sealing g looks in his direction. She had confirmed it when she mentioned his name was Catcher.
Feather watched his body language. There was something interesting going on between these two and it almost seemed like they didn’t know themselves. The energies they were sending out in each other direction was intense. She could feel the vibe radiating in the air.“I can see why you like him, we should leave them over there to long alone, they probably start talking about us or something.” she walked close with Tash ove to Cloud and his friend.
Feather could smell Cloud had lit up a joint and she would take a puff or two. It some of his habits she partook in. This way too she could meet Catcher properly. “Don’t smoke all that I want a hit,” . She pulled Tash along willingly behind her. It reminded her of grade school when to friends who really like each other played it off like it wasn’t the case.
Post by Catcher Reeves on Jul 12, 2021 20:24:02 GMT -5
”Yea, no thanks to you.”Catcher rolled his eyes as he spoke directly to Cloud, the timing exact to his flat speech pattern as he took a puff of the blunt right before Feather had said she wanted it, which made him feel a blush creep onto his face. In return, he handed it to Cloud brashly, sharing the joint. ”Of course I found you…” He wrung his hands and let them fall to his side hopelessly, gesticulating as he looked at Cloud with his mouth agape, a shade of resentment written all over his face. The frustration didn’t permeate anywhere else within him though, and he just put a hand on his hips and covered his still open mouth, unbelievably observing his friend before he heard footsteps begin to approach.
”What are you doing, Crestfall?” He pushed Cloud in a light shove and closed his eyes, recomposing himself, dragging the skin on his cheek downward with a palm in exasperation. Seth had already told Natasha at the dance; he didn’t care about that anymore but he was irritated about the other girl. He was not exactly happy with Veronica half the time they were both back and he avoided her on those days he found himself wanting to tell her she could’ve waited. She didn’t have to get with Axel the way she did, when she did; it was him living the Mr.Brightside song for years.
”I’m gonna kill you.” His voice had a signature stoic tone about it, disturbing at times and soothing in others, so when he wanted, it sounded like every word he meant held weight. The fits of laughter needed no retaliation but Cloud would hopefully shut up now. It was what threw people off when they judged his stature and softer face; it made him disturbingly aggressive without predictable violence. But, he really wasn’t that mad at Cloud; he was just reminding him some things were between them only. Some things he said when he had no inhibitions and all the same he kept what Cloud told him, locked up; Cloud was acid to his alkaline. Catcher had more of a problem with morality than Cloud and he despised himself for it, unable to adapt to the times.
When Natasha spoke, he met her eye line once more; circling thoughts that he was enjoying the way she behaved now, more used to it than the night at the beach. She was biting her finger, reminding him he had never liked marshmallow that much until her. There was something attractive and alluring about her movements that made him want her. His gaze unwavering from hers, he merely said to Cloud "Stop pissing her off" in a command before smirking, amused Cloud got under her skin. Catcher was beginning to think there was something irresistible about ‘Bad’ Natasha and it brought out a side of him he wasn't entirely able to trust. He understood her more than ‘Good’ Natasha who implied things but made him guilty, made him liable to things he felt about her, not to mention they looked like opposites. ”I can’t believe I met him too.”It was one of the best times to meet Cloud, and also the worst thing at times like this where he gave him unnecessary problems.
His mentality rolled to a slow, the aroma of everything drowning out as he felt something in between sleepiness and carelessness; allowing the herb’s powers to take over. Breaking away from heedlessly making eyes at Natasha, he plopped down onto the bench, taking a while to hold his head in his hands looking down between his feet as he sat, forcing himself to be less reactionary. Pondering, he was willing the trance to bring him some genius way to engage with her and Feather; hoping he could be more compromising. It was like being dragged on a blind date where no one got along, the way Cloud had set things.
He dropped his hands and resolved, telling Cloud with a firm ”No” and finger to his face that there would be no mention of this ever again; he would just not respond and he was going to take all his precious drugs and flush them. They had both passed out in his room a few times, on the floor, in a corner, on the bed, the couch, in a pile of clothes fallen from his closet. ”Watch me.” He shot him all the muddy rage over the question he had been asking himself since the day he returned to LaPush, it was an electric silence but Cloud was right. Running into roadblocks, he couldn’t figure out what to do with his life, he had no goals, no real passion for anything while he had the skills to do everything. He pleaded for something simple, something honourable as he started over a second time or he would leave again. Hiding, he would make a future under his alias or die trying and Cloud would eat his words.
Catcher watched Natasha being led by Feather towards them, boyishly reticent about what she had said; he chose the make-up options, whatever that meant he had to do. The two girls had been talking between themselves while he took the opportunity to bother Cloud because he was bothered. However, he snapped out of it for a second and held out a hand to Feather so she might shake it, standing up again, feeling wrong that he was taking up the other half of the seat. Knowing Cloud would sprawl on the bench forever, he kicked his shin getting the message across, figuring he wasn't going to move or follow suit anyway; he just felt better doing it.
Last Edit: Jul 13, 2021 2:17:34 GMT -5 by Catcher Reeves
Post by Natasha Black on Jul 13, 2021 8:03:39 GMT -5
Natasha walked over to Catcher side on the beach and rested her and hands on his shoulder, leaning she kissed him soft of the cheek, this was becoming her tradition way greet him even though she always wanted more then this.
Pulling away just as quickly as she let got, she held her and out to Feather for the next hit of the joint. The others are joining in so she decided to do also. Took a few puff and started coughing slightly. It came out her nostrils and burned a little, she wasn’t as versed in joints at many people her age. It was only just recently she even considered to be ok. It was now part of the new her that wanted to be free from constraints that held her down. For so long she was who other need her to be now Tash was living for herself. She wanted to know why he had been hiding things from her but it really wasn’t the time to be prodding him information she wasn’t important enough to know.
She let the lightheaded feeling take over, just evaluating the situation that was going on here. Feather seemed be more quiet now, probably intimidated by Catcher’s arrival. Tash would let this do and began to think of ways to get her to open up to him a bit. Cather was far to nice to ever be mean to her.
“Feather one night after partying to hard be and our friend Seth tried to bury him live.” I hadn’t been too long ago but it was one of the first icebreakers she thought to lead with giving her some insight to the strange things that could happen around him. “It was the same night I was dressed up as the stupid troll.” It would help add to context to the story about her being afraid of the piercing earlier. It possible she put to and two together and realize they were just having fun messing around. Tash left out the fact he as wearing the plastic bathroom attire no to embarrass him in front if Cloud. She wouldn’t be dumb enough to do that. "Its his fault I cut my hair. It made me want to change it."
Just thinking about how wild Catcher could get hanging around Cloud concerned her a little, she was becoming more protective of Catcher. She didn’t know Cloud to well but if he every did something similar to their night of stupidity, she couldn’t seen being friends with him. Cloud seemed like he could have access to a full range of pharmaceuticals, something that could be dangerous. She went closer to Catcher again placing herself on his lap. The bench was full and she wasn’t doing other sit on the ground in her mini dress. She had just gotten it recently and didn’t want to ruin it. Tash got herself comfortable and hoped he didn’t mind. Feet were almost presses up against Clouds leg.
She took one last puff and held the joint out for whoever wanted to take it back. She exhaled and leaned her head against Catcher’s shoulder. “I understand why you like motorcycles now, they are just so freeing.” She chose to ride out on Jake’s bike spontaneously and it seemed to be something she had missing out on. She leaned in closer to whisper on his ear. “It’s okay to keep secrets from me, I’m not mad at you.” She nibbled his ear and the moved her face a bit farther away. She didn’t want the situation to get awkward between the four because she was being flirty.
She angled herself so she could see Cloud, he sure looked as high as one. “ I might be in the market to get some work done, I love sisters ink. Its so well planned out.” She didn’t want to be covered in head to toe with mosaic but she wanted add something meaningful to her body. “Feather, you can help choose, if you have any ideas let me know.”
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Post by Cloud Crestfall on Jul 13, 2021 15:55:05 GMT -5
Cloud would’ve slumped onto the bench as long as he could, melt into it if not for Catcher. He watched him stand to shake Feather’s hand as if it was proper; getting that he would always take that road. Shortly after Natasha and Feather joined them and he felt her leg against his; she was really tiny next to him... Sighing as his foot had been kicked, he had yanked Catcher down from the back of his neck, pulling the collar of his vest hard enough he used him as support to get up so that Catcher would actually sit again. They would swap; his friend was right, he couldn’t let Feather just stand there. Although, he had wanted to make fun of her with it for a while, bring out her awkwardness so everyone would get to know the real her that he did. She was so prim now that Catcher had arrived; they were both demure and introverted to a certain degree. Did he subconsciously gravitate to this guy because he had a similar energy to his sister; that would make sense.
He was still smoking that cigarette after all, and he turned to the side, blowing some of the ash away and stood a little distance from Feather after handing her the blunt. She surprised him when she wanted it; he thought he was going to get a verbal lashing instead.
His mouth was a thin pressed line as he listened to what had been a passive scolding and he pinched his eyes, accepting it. He was accustomed to this but it made it easier that Catcher had a certain style about it that didn’t offend him; between the two of them, he was the reasonable one and Cloud was self-aware of being reckless. Looking away, he heard Natasha randomly mention the night she was a paper bag, to Feather, and he knew it was because Feather was being quiet. He’d prefer it if they were all just being crazy kids on a boulevard rather than so seriously adult like; he was ready for some energy to infect him.
"Their friend Seth is the one who was in drag. He was dressed as his sister." Piping up, he added to jolt Feather's memory of what he had relayed to her; she'd know he was the one who got the nipple and belly piercing. That was brave, he couldn't pass as Feather even if he tried but he thought that'd be funny to prank her with; scare her and piss her off for stretching out her stuff. Cloud gave zero fucks about the intimate interaction between Natasha and Catcher but he gave him a look as if to say sitting was better because of where she was positioned now; the boy-scout ways were not always productive. As wing man he liked to be right all the time. He winked and his lips turned up, holding in the need to tease. It was also a wonder he didn't hear about this burying alive business and he was amused Catcher either forgot or had a harrowing experience, expecting no less; it wouldn't have been a party if nothing life threatening went down.
”This hair is punk, I thought the rainbow was cool though.” He had a love for mixing and matching things, unconventional and non-conforming; Cloud’s wardrobe was everything from skinny jeans to pearls. Humiliation from society rolled off him. As he got older, the more he explored, the more his antics defined how he was remembered; he would always be young at heart and wanted to keep the vibes forever. If he were to die before his time, if he had to say goodbye, at least he knew he’d died a legend.
”I’m surprised you cut it off.” She could’ve just bleached it all like Feather did. Most women he knew couldn’t do that, they would try everything else to fix it first but she didn’t seem the same as she had that night, maybe she went through a break up. They would lose their shit and do life altering things; piercings, tattoos included. All his exes were unrecognizable within days, some 180 degree changes. He didn’t understand or know why else Catcher didn’t pursue her; there had to have been some other guy his friend was too principled to talk about. It wasn’t like they had some eternal commitment to make to someone; Cloud didn’t know if mountain lions had any connection like that on a supernatural level.
”You really do get away with everything.” Murmuring under his breath while Natasha whispered something to Catcher; they looked like they were an item, but he had seen this type of thing happen when they went to bars where drunk, thirsty girls prowled. His boy’s reaction was different though, he didn’t allow it so this was an eye opener; he wasn’t such a saint after all. Cloud had taken the joint that was being passed around and inhaled both at the same time to try something new. It was slightly too much and he blinked hard at the effects. The fumes of his cigarette and the blunt mixed and it felt like he had overdosed on inspiration.
”You found the right person for that… Feather designed all her ink. Her clientele is pretty exclusive, she doesn’t do anything except by appointment.” If anyone wanted tattoos, he was supportive, obvious pride in his tone. He believed in his sister’s abilities wholeheartedly and he never doubted they were beautiful even if he wouldn’t have her work on himself. Studying Natasha for a moment, he thought about how Feather’s artistic skills would benefit her, round off her delicate appearance. ”People will be asking you about them a lot though, if you’re up for that.” He always had to turn away people when he thought they were creeping on Feather; some perverts just had a thing about a woman working on their skin. With Natasha, he was welcoming that his sister worked on her; gave them more time to chat too. ”We were actually gonna go to the studio for a bit after…” He gestured, pointing to Catcher with his cigarette in hand then turned to Feather, leaning on one foot as he stood slouched. ”You wanna show her some designs? I thought you had pictures on your phone since you’ve been working on something new...”
Post by Feather Crestfall on Jul 13, 2021 18:41:24 GMT -5
Feather was so happy to be included in the conversation. She was often use to almost being passed over when cam e to most conversations. She would sometimes join in but usually aid something people found weird and didn’t known how to reply. So it often just end up just smiling and acting engaged while doodling in her sketch book.
Toady she felt accepted and was making a friend and now that Catcher was here maybe they could be friends. Feather had been meditating sending out passive vibes to the universe when the wolf girl showed up. The universe did provide when it seemed fit and today was one of those days.
She watched Tash hop into Catcher’s lap and get comfortable. They both looked good together, but certainly Tash seemed comfortable with him. She studied his face just looking at him like she was trying to take a mental picture to put in her memory. When she finally thought she had committed it to memory she looked away. He had one of those faces that were too beautiful to forget. She wondered if all shape shifters guys we just as attractive.
She started to giggle when hearing about that she and a guy named Seth actually thought they would be successful bury someone live. There had to be more to the crazy antics and sometimes she wished she had been with then to see all that went down. “Next time all of you should invite me. I could act like you conscience, run things past me before you do anything you might regret”. Learning about, Tash and Catcher this Seth guy must be fun too.
Cloud spoke up and mentioned Seth was in drag just confirmed it. She for sure wanted to meet more of the local shifters. She mused as her brother mentioned Tash’s most recent hair colour choice. Long rainbow would be fun but her platinum locks were really stunning on her. “ Not that you need my opinion but I bet you need a change. Sometimes when you change something you get rid of all the baggage that went along with it. I can see people treating you more adult. Keep it like this for a while its fire.”
She didn’t feel Tash was completely paying attention to the last part of the conversation because she was whispering in Catcher ear and it looks as they were having good an intimate moment so Feather looked away. She always dealt with PDAs oddly usually comfortable watching.
Feather looked out to the water remembering when she first started coloring hair to obtain a sliver tone. It’s ’s not a color everyone could pull of it just complement her skin. He tattoos were all done it black and gray It only felt right to do something solar with her whole look. She was pulled back in with Tash taking about liking her tattoos and maybe wanting some art possibly done by her. The whole moment was just so exciting she felt like bursting at the seams. They defiantly had to come with them back to the shop. “Really, my stuff?” she was stoked.
“Of course. Cloud.” She couldn’t hide her excitement he almost fumbled her phone pulling it out if her pocket.” Yes I’ve so many on my phone. I can’t resist taking pictures. Pushed her way onto the end of the bench and started going through every photograph so enthusiastically. The were so many pictures she didn’t even know where to start.
“What are you into, darker stuff. That’s always cool or I have some awesome gem work” She was having problems containing herself. “I have books and books full I could show you. I can always just design you something new.” Art was the way to getting Feather to open up, they had just opened the door and there was no way to close it now.
Post by Catcher Reeves on Jul 13, 2021 21:20:29 GMT -5
He felt Natasha give him a peck on the cheek but before he could react, she took a breath of the blunt. That was unusual; he thought she would hate all the smoking and the weed but it was actually enlivening that she didn’t patronize or seem repulsed. High school Natasha, he was stealing glances at would never have done this, would be as appalled as the rest of the pack. Sam would have torn him a new one over fear that Seth could get into trouble with him. The old days seemed like so much nonsense now. Grinning to himself, he wiped an eye, pretending he hadn’t just seen her cough. The inexperience paired with her rebellious appearance was a cute reminder of her evolution. When he had first tried using a hash pipe, he had the same reaction; they would’ve laughed together. Catcher was glad for her trying to live her life, doing new things. At last he hadn’t heard a word about Quil and didn’t see her cry over anything; what was a beautiful death without a beautiful life? He was grateful to be a part of her journey. She was getting rid of all the pain that was created and doing a better job than he ever could.
A part of him was thinking, not this again, but the other half understood it was the best ice breaker. Being curtain boy wasn’t too terrible but he remembered everything that hangover. He listened as Cloud brought up Seth, and Natasha described his horror movie moment. She blamed him for her hair and he chuckled in surprise, mouth staying open until he bit his lip, looking at her as if he was going to punish her for being cheeky. ”I think I did the world a favour.” Leaning back, he glanced at Feather and Cloud then back to Natasha, full of certainty they agreed with him, particularly since Feather had even complimented it; he hadn’t found a chance to be this cocky in a long time. Considering he had explained to Cloud he woke up in a ditch, wearing nothing but a curtain; he guessed now that Seth was clearly the only other guy in the story, Feather could put two and two together. Perhaps she was realising; he had noticed she looked at him curiously for a prolonged minute, to which he also looked at her the same but didn't think she even realised he was mirroring her.
”Next time you’ll probably be the one who makes us do things we regret.” Telling Feather, he sensed she was game for a good night and he thought it strange Cloud didn’t let her in on their fun anytime sooner. If this hadn’t fallen into place, she may as well have been a made up person or Cloud’s imaginary sister. For a guy who seemed to throw himself in harm’s way without blinking an eye, this dude was blowing his mind as the protective brother type. This revelation, he was going to shove at Cloud every time he picked on him for not being spontaneous enough or rejecting some insane idea that would lead to starting pops in a car and accidentally lighting it on fire. It seemed his friend had felt the need to hide his own sister from him and he prodded for the truth from her, kidding around. ”So, why haven’t we met sooner Feather? Is Cloud that insecure?”
A rush came and went through him as Natasha spoke quietly in his ear. He was having difficulty delivering her a good answer but that all changed when she nipped gently and he felt the tickle of her lips. Suddenly it was like he had dropped the emotional baggage and he could tell her everything. ”I know…”Catcher shied a little, looking down smiling as he placed a hand to the side of her face, keeping her close, laying his cheek against her head. That wasn’t exactly what he meant. He dreamed of a way to connect with her so she could feel or know everything like they heard their thoughts but without phasing, without thinking; just being near one another. ”If Cloud said something… I’m sorry.” His fingers stroked through her hair, wavy strands curling at the ends as he noticed how soft it was and how it smelled like perfume in all the nasty tobacco surrounding him. As he grew solemn about when he should shed his secrets, he stopped playing with her hair and looked in Feather's direction, lost in thought.
Natasha’s comments about tattooing herself and Feather’s art resonated in his ears and he observed the delicate drawings on Feather’s arms. Everything led to her neck and ended with the crescent moon on her cheekbone. It didn’t take him much to know what her skillset was and he took in her appearance entirely like a painting; the moon struck him as pagan but he didn’t want to be weird by asking. How would Natasha be with that type of design? He asked himself and blinked at her unaware he appeared to be daydreaming until Cloud distracted him. ”Yea, we should all go to the studio if you’re up for it…” Gazing at Cloud, he was still wondering then brightened as Feather fumbled with her phone. He subtly found it funny and sweet in a geeky manner; the enthusiasm was endearing. She had mystique that captured his attention like no one else. The suggestion had been answered as Feather went on a roll, explaining to Natasha there was much to see at the shop.
He shifted himself so he could peer over and see what she had to show in her photo album. The phone wasn’t big enough and sometimes she zoomed in and out when he wanted to see it more; hurriedly in her element. Catcher reflected she was very eccentric and naïve; it made Cloud seem like an old man even if he maintained a youthful delinquency. The shaded beading, three dimensional gems were brilliant and realism was her forte. Unsure how to tell her and express the full capacity of how impressed he was, he just let her scroll through the images, hoping Natasha enjoyed them as much as he did. She would be able to show the appropriate amount of excitement he never could.”If you both put your minds to it, you’ll come up with something amazing I’m sure.”It interested him to find out what Feather might design for Natasha; it was a window to discovering an artist's perception of you. Truth be told, he wanted to see how she translated 'the darker stuff' too. Encouraging them, he believed in working together to achieve the ultimate outcome; if it was going to last forever, it had to be exactly what they wanted. Seeing them happy was heartwarming and he kept smiling mildly, looking on as a breeze refreshed the air.
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Post by Natasha Black on Jul 14, 2021 7:50:56 GMT -5
Natasha was savor the moment with Catcher with him this was easy. She didn’t fell any pressure to be anything but the whose wanted be at this moment. She felt safe her in his arm.She new that they had a deeper connection one that was not forced on her to make. Her felt her hand on her cheek and she absorbing in to her memory.She melted in to his touch,just taking in all feeling. The hits from the joint made the moment seem more dream like,allowing her guard to come down.She wasnt trying to tease him,If she was in her alternate state people would see this as loyalty. It was more then that though as long as they had link she explore it.
With the offer to go to check of more of Feather's work back at the studio Tash was already all in. She hand ben forced to get the last tattoo and a way to identify what she was and where she belonged. It had taken up a good portion of he right shoulder. Being tribal on nature is was cultural but if she had any other choice it would have been placed on a different part of her body, she felt it was to large and dark maybe adding around it or to the other arm would balance things out. Something more feminine, beautiful
“ I’d actually think that’s a great idea. Let’s make a evening out of it. I’m free from duties for now.” She had recently decided to go back to taking her turn patrolling as long she could pick who she would be partnered with. She was calling her shots No and if anyone had a problem with it they were better to keep it to themselves. She would make sure not to fuck with her. She was enjoying the prospect of hanging out with Cloud and Feather in their own element. He open Cloud and her could get past the early annoyance. I was more on her then him. She trying to find a new internal balance. It was nothing personal against the guy. She was on a journey of self discovery.
She positioned herself to have a look art the images Feather was trying to show. She took care in her movements not wanting to move from her position on Catcher's lap. She accidentally kicked Cloud doing so but she didn’t apologize. She just shrugged in his direction, he probably didn’t feel it anyway. He looked like he was on a ride of his own. It made her wonder if he was like this all the time. She knew a lifestyle that extreme was not what she wanted. A balance is what she be searching for hopefully he had him own balance also. No wonder why Feather seemed more Straight cut she seemed like Ying to his Yang, two half of a whole. It was quite interesting to see.
The art she had been working on lately. Most if it was very feminine, beautiful and she took pride in it all. She was as a child showing of her drawing to her parents like she was looking for some praise or approval. She didn’t need it her work was so exquisite from then gems to the ravens and skulls everything showed beauty. Feather was a true artist and her craft it wasn’t hard for Natasha to realize. She would be honored to have something like this on her body till the day she died. “Feather these are all so gorgeous. I love it all.” She couldn’t help but to be happy in this moment, She was feeling so adventurous ready to explore her future like Feather and Cloud too actually. How may times your do you meet someone so different that you want get a glimpse into their life, it didn’t really happen anymore.
Instead of deciding an idea popped into Tash’s head. She trusted Feather would make anything look amazing. “I can chose the location and you and Catcher can choose.”She would enjoying seeing what they would come up with. It would be a permanent mark they both would leave on her. She would be proud to wear the art of another like her. It would be another way to aways stay connected to the new her she is trying to embrace.
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Post by Cloud Crestfall on Jul 14, 2021 12:36:28 GMT -5
Cloud started smirking as Feather crowded the bench, visibly struggling to not laugh. It wasn’t at her, but for her as she fanatically leaked excitement. She was probably freaking out a little inside that she was being appreciated for her talent. It was very clear whenever she withdrew from a group of people, and when she was centre of attention. There were times he felt overbearing and sheltering of her but he could tell when people weren’t genuine, trying ulterior motives on Feather and he often had to put a stop to that before it progressed; This made him content. He liked when a good plan came together.
”Me, insecure? I love Pink, man.” He opened his eyes widely in a short glare and stare at Catcher, dismissing his comment but waiting to see what Feather would say. She would definitely have a different opinion and he couldn’t prevent that. Holding out the back of his hands quickly, simultaneously as he spoke, to flash his painted fingernails, he gestured into the horn hand sign casually; they were the definition of straight man fear.
After that, he let a laugh escape him and pressed onto the cigarette to finish it in a pleasurable drag. The irony that while he said something to Tash, Catcher would apologise for it having to explain nothing was predictable. Cloud rolled his eyes so much, his eyelids were just flicking like he was having a seizure, exaggerating in contrast to the dreamland state the two cuddle bugs fell in. He didn’t mind when she accidentally kicked him, it was only a gentle thud and he mostly never even noticed when or how he got scratches.
”Feather’s not doing any of the crazy shit we do, bro.” He spoke for her but looked at Feather with amusement, faking the oppression just to see how much she might want to hang with them. He had never asked her before, she never grew up in his eyes; he mostly denied she was her own woman now, that years passed and she might one day have a family, not needing him anymore. It also depended on he was with and he trusted Catcher, and now Tash. Nothing weird would happen, and nothing hurtful would come Feather’s way; he was confident it wouldn’t mess up his friendship.”Alright, let’s make some fucking art.”
Cloud put an end to his charade, and grinned at Natasha when she decided they would go; they were finally getting on a positive wave length. This time, he walked over to the public waste bin and dropped his smoke butt into it, tellingly that he had known littering irritated both women, the entire time. ”I knew she’d like it.” He beamed at Feather, rounding to the back of the bench and ruffling up the top of her head, feeling pumped. Absorbing her energy, he was frequently the beacon that spread all the hyper activity boring people needed. Still doped up, he patted himself for his keys and then giggled to himself as he found them in the wrong pocket; they were going to be fine, it was short of fifteen minutes away.They could all walk for all he cared, if it wasn't for the pain of coming back to get their vehicles. He expected the night would end with him somewhere in a pool spraying a bottle of Dom to celebrate. While he wasn’t surprised by Tash’s decision to get a tattoo on impulse, he was stirred that her tattoo would in essence be a trace of two other people. With technology now, she could always get it removed or altered but she must have something profound with Catcher and Feather to make such a bold declaration. He might have to do the same on himself for his two favourite people. ”That’s not a bad idea actually.”
Post by Feather Crestfall on Jul 14, 2021 14:24:48 GMT -5
Feather really didn’t know why it had taken to long to meet Catcher she usually met her bothers friends sooner or later. She just had been in her own little world a lot lately. Spending a lot of time reading and researching things on the internet. She looking for inspiration for her next art piece. She could have just been asleep too sometimes she just kept weird hours.” Honestly l, I’m not sure why we hasn’t met earlier. It’s not like I’m some hidden family secret. I was probably off in my own head somewhere.”
Some people would call it daydreaming. It had been a while since the last tried she had ben in a place secluded enough to transform into her mountain lion state. Sometimes late at night she take off on he town and connect with the wild part of herself. She loved the feeling if the ground below all four of her feet as she wandered around the forest in the dark. She never told Cloud about her adventures alone he probably would have thought she wasn’t being safe. She need to change every once and a while just to gain a better connection to earth.
Cloud spoke up and said she not do all the crazy stuff they did. He was right he was the crazy one whom always wanted to escape the world l, she was the one who wanted to embrace it. They were twins only in name. They could have easily been two parts of the same human. The Goddess decided to divide them but she known she would ways been Clouds balance.
Feather was enjoying showing off her work but photographs didn’t do any justice. The only way to truly enjoy her art was to experience it person with the piece on hand to study. “ the sketches are better, believe me. You can only get so much detail in the photos.” The picture didn’t even looked bad but seeing the design in some ones skin showed its full potential.
She was amused when it came to Natasha wanting something designed by her and Catcher. She had only just met him and was not sure how creative he would be. When It came to custom pieces creativity, uniqueness and being open to the design all mattered. She was really excited to begin. She had never designed anything for a shifters like herself before. It would be cool to make a piece if art that would be appreciated for a very long time. “I can for sure pick something you’d appreciate.”
Feather didn’t want to stay in the park any longer. She wanted to get back to all of her art supplies and start sketching out all the idea that were swirling around in her brain. They ideas were al fight each other out whether color was better or black and gray, or a combination both. The only thing she was worried it that Catcher may not like what she was thinking. He knew Tash way better then she did herself. She hadn’t even asked her what her favorite colors were or what types of shapes she liked. Shape types could make al the difference in a design. She may have getting to far a head of her, she was often overthinking herself. “I’ll need some questions asked but I wait till I get back to the shop so I can sort them out. Catcher I’m going to really need you help here.”
She watched as Cloud cleaned up his little mess of cigarette waste and put them in the trash.It made her smile to know that he was respecting the land. The only thing better would be if she stopped the habit completely but she knew addictions where had to break. He came over and rubbed her head something he often did affectionatelyy.If she cared about what her hair looked like she would have been irritated by this. It was already a mess so it didnt matter now.
Watching himg lookingfor the keys she knew was time to go she started heading over to the motorcycle. It was not always the coolest thing hanging on to you brother as you sped down the road.A few times in the past they been mistaken for a couple. Which made interacting with strangers on the road very odd.
“Next time I’m driving out this way I’m bringing my own wheels, and maybe even camp for the night. Wouldn’t it be cool to run around as our other forms together?” she had the though to many ask Catcher to ride with him but instead she just stick with Cloud. “Come one let’s get going.”
Post by Catcher Reeves on Jul 14, 2021 17:43:47 GMT -5
When Natasha mentioned duties, his inner demons purred that nothing was real. Falling slow, not knowing all he knew anymore. That word had been so familiar with the pack, so important that he had lost it from his vocabulary completely in avoidance of the past. He watched it go as he stayed the same; trying not to be enraptured by the other cherished daughter of the Quileute as he had done with her sister. He didn’t know how he could change. It was too much to take, watching the sky drifting red against her skin as night fell; he was fragile that he was naturally falling for her.
She was only free now, and his entire being remembered what it felt to not be. The focus brought on her tribal tattoo, reminded him of his own defection and willing exile. This was harder than he knew, holding it the most when he had been worn thin by the burden of Sam’s pack sparing him. Since then he never asked her what had happened to them, never went close to the reservation and never realized how close he was getting to her, drawn in again. His world was spinning like a weather vane, amplified by the cannabis. She wasn’t supposed to be around him. That was buried in their bones and his vision of her as a grail ached him to let her in; rescinding liberties he wanted to take with her.
She was still sitting, her skirt draped across his leg and he leaned his forehead on her as he watched his morals cursed him. He could feel his heart hanging in the air; she didn’t know she was also a secret. Romanticising a memory or the beauty he saw in her to Feather wasn’t the problem; it was that he would be bonded more than he should ever be. He wanted to keep his thoughts about Natasha to himself and he was worried he would let it out as they worked together. Catcher remained composed despite the preoccupations in his mind; a hurricane he had to take slow. Pushing all on his mind down.
”If that’s really what you want…”He would be lying if he didn’t think it was as Cloud said, a great idea. Sharing a gaze with Feather, he hid the forlorn sensations from Natasha, masking the words with only the truth that he would do what she wanted of him, every time she asked. By all means, he wanted them to take the night away so he could be drowning in euphoria; which was typically what Cloud fed him and he delivered that melancholy Cloud wrote of in his songs.
”How did you get here Tash?” The way he had been flustered by her text and Cloud, had made him fail to acknowledge how and why they were all here in the first place. Recalling, she drove, he hadn’t seen any Volkswagens in the parking lot when he arrived. As his fingers crawled at his keys in the pocket of his pants, he looked at her with innocence then tickled her sides a little.
As long as the cops didn’t pull them over, Cloud and Feather would be fine. There had been situations where he rode with Cloud because he had to go find him in the middle of some playground, high as a kite and they were running from police, ditching the bike so they could get away. It was one of the only times he had ever seen Cloud phase; the strides of a cougar mighty and long, quieter than his. ”At least you’ll be able to catch him if we did that.”He had never seen such majesty until Cloud would screw with him by being in a tree. One could only imagine what camping would end up like; spooky tales and scaring other campers, Cloud would have too much fun pretending to be a slasher or haunting everyone. It became clear that Feather would have saved him from a lot of hardwork and trouble if they had met earlier. He said so without beating around the bush that he was not adept to baby-sitting the big cat; his sister would have to handle a lot more than her non-shifted brother.
”We’ll see you there.” With his bike beside them, he would wait for Natasha. Nodding to Cloud, familiar with where they were headed, he gave his friend a look to tell him to be more careful she was with him and he was not sober; they were not going to all combust into their primal forms to run from the law because he ran a light. It was too early to get carried away.
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Post by Natasha Black on Jul 15, 2021 8:25:09 GMT -5
Natasha though that the artwork of the phone showed plenty detail but need seeing and actually holding a piece of art in her hand would be nice to see up close seeing every thoughtful pencil stroke that brought the image to life. Art was something she wasn’t really good at herself but she appreciated all the time and energy someone put into it making something from nothing into a finished piece was impressive. She was glad that she was invited back to the studio. There was no way she would pass up this opportunity to learn how Feather and Cloud operated. Feather was sweet and kind she reminded Tash a little bit of herself when she had just showed up La Push trying to find a way to be accepted.
She felt Catcher rest her moments like this craved “Of course this what I want.”. She entangle her finger with Catcher. “This will be great.” The impulse of to get a tattoo was excited she had this new piece with her for forever. Cloud stood up and she moved off her Denim knight letting go to show him how she had ending up in Forks. “Actually I rode over on that. Jake wasn’t using it. So I took it out for a spin” She pointed over to the Matte black Motorcycle parked but the edge of the road. It was nothing special it just had two wheels and a sound engine.
Tash followed Cloud with her as he heading to the trash before returning to the bench making more of a mess of Feather hair that was ties back in to a loose braid. Even though it looked messy it still looked like it was part of her aesthetic. She be joined Cloud on his motorcycle for the ride back to town.
The talk about camping out in the forest would actually be fun. “I join in on the Camping experience, we have to do in on the La Push side though it would be safer and maybe some of or other friends will stop by.” It would be nice for Seth to meet these two. He had a way with making friends with whoever he met. He already knew Cloud for their party night.
The twins started heading to leave, and Catcher told them he Catch up. Natasha then got up and started walking to her borrowed ride. Watching to see Catcher’s to head over to his. She smiled in his direction before picking up her helmet “Lead the way, I be right behind you.” She kicked the engine to life and followed behind him