Crying out like a loner (Atticus)

[robyn malone]

"Don't go too far into the woods." The words echoed around Robyn's ears as she stepped over roots and rocks and undergrowth that got in her path. She remembered being very young and wanting to explore the woods that had grown not too far away from her house. Her mother, the ever cautious kind, had tried to keep her out of there but it never stopped Robyn. Instead, she'd ended up rolling with her daughter and letting her run wild, only she still tried to keep Robyn under control. However, Robyn never listened and she didn't now. The girl smiled as she looked deeper into the woods, just as her six year old self had. It's never too deep, she thought to herself.

It was starting to get a little darker as the tree branches obscured the sky. Robyn didn't mind though. The forest only felt more inviting now that she was a wolf. It was like her instincts were kicking in, telling her to run off and not to come back. Of course she wouldn't do that. Robyn still didn't like shifting and it still felt weird being a wolf. You'll get used to it." She said to herself.

Robyn stopped when she reached a more spacious area in the woods. You couldn't call it a clearing but the undergrowth seemed to be in control and the trees didn't seem to grow as close together. She flopped down in the moss and leaned against a tree, liking the cold air that touched at her face. She missed Japan. The country had been her home for so long that she hadn't been able to imagine life away from there. Coming back to the United Kingdom had been strange but Robyn was getting used to it again. She did like it there but she still hoped that one day she'd get to go back to her home.

[atticus killian innominata]

The ground was uneven but the wolf liked the feel of the soil beneath his paws, the small stones against his paw pads- hard enough to feel but too blunt to cut the flesh. Then there were the twigs, twigs that if he stepped on would be crushed by the one hundred and eighty seven pounds of this large, black furred, muscled wolf. Some snapping, some merely pushed down into the ground. The way the ground sometimes bit into his paws…it was a nice feeling that made him feel strangely closer to nature. As Atticus walked through the forest, soft, light rays of the setting sun filtered through the canopy of the trees and onto his black pelt and in turn the dark fur absorbed the light warmth of the sunlight. Warming him in the light, cold breeze.

The wolf's senses were locked on a single target; a deer and by the creature’s scent it was around fourteen months old? Maybe fifteen. He wasn’t close enough to see the herbivore yet but he could smell and hear it as it ate some kind of shrubbery south west to his current position.
He grew closer and closer before he finally saw it within his gaze. It was beautiful creature. Elegant. But prey nevertheless. For a moment, the man behind the beast disappeared and a raw animal instinct took over him completely as he slowly and carefully stalked towards the cervidae.
It was only when he was a few metres away did the deer look up and straight into the dark silvery cerulean eyes of the wolf. This was always the moment the werewolf's adrenaline would spike because a second after he looked into the terrified dark brown eyes of the cervidae...it bolted. But in anticipation Atticus had moved a split second earlier and was already hot on its trail.
He swiftly ran in large, long strides with incredible speed until he was close enough to pounce. So. Close. All it’d take would be for him to pounce; his claw’s sinking into the herbivore's pelt, using his brute strength to push the creature to the ground, possibly breaking it’s leg in the process. Then, he’d have to sink his jaw into it’s jugular and, depending on his mood either rip it out or just suffocate the creature.
But this was not a hunt for the kill. Not today. So he reigned in the animalistic impulses and drew back at the last moment, slowing to a stop as he watched the poor terrified deer disappear deeper into the forest. Far from sight.
His inner wolf growled at him for denying it the thrill that came with making a kill but Atticus simply huffed. He could’ve killed the deer…but what for? To eat? He huffed again with a shake of his head. Fresh kill tasted okay. If he was to live as a wolf for some of his years in the future he could definitely live off it...but over pizza and Strawberry Cheesecake Ben & Jerry’s? He’d pass thank you very much. Hunting was fun but unless it was with another wolf or for survival or for some other good reason he didn’t kill his prey.
Though, sometimes the feeling- the want to kill was compelling. After all, as a werewolf born into a pack that often used to hunt their own food as well as fighting in the war for several years, hunting and killing the other races in order to survive? It was in his nature. Predator and prey. That’s what the world was made up of and even though he currently lived his life saving other people’s lives as a paramedic...at the end of the day, Atticus was still a predator through and through.

He looked around for a moment, just taking in the sights and sounds of the scene around him- or more like, the lack of sounds. It was deadly quiet. Not the smallest of creatures daring to make a sound in fear of the large wolf that stood there. Except for maybe fleas and ticks. That was the worst thing about being in your wolf form in a forest; if you weren’t careful, you could end up going home with some new, unwelcomed friends.
At the moment he was free of the little blood suckers and now the thought of them had come to his mind? He decided maybe it was best to shift back into his humanoid form for now and so, he did so in one fluent movement. Back in his human form he stretched, causing his joints and spine to click and he then moved his head from side to side at angles that made his neck give out two audible cracks.

He continued to walk through the forest in his human form and the further he went along, the sooner the noise of rustling in the trees above and the bushes on the forest ground returned.
It wasn’t until a good ten minutes later did Atticus catch onto another scent- only this one wasn’t a deer. It was another werewolf. Usually, despite curiosity he just walked on by, not sticking his nose into another wolf’s business but it seemed on this occasion curiosity won because he found himself walking in the direction the werewolf's scent guided him towards.
It was only when he grew closer towards a spacious area of the forest did he pick that she was female, a bitten werewolf and was around seventeen years old. That meant that she was most likely a Northvale Academy student.
The male werewolf purposely made a little bit of noise on approach so he didn’t startle her and he noticed the girl sat at the base of a tree, leaning against the trunk.
Ati's senses picked up on the sense of nostalgia within her. Great. He should’ve just ignored his curiosity because now he felt like he was intruding or interrupting her moment. Breaking her from her reverie. It was too late to turn around and leave as if he were never here because his presence had been made obvious. So, he lightly cleared his throat as he took another step into the more spacious forest area, giving her a nod of acknowledgment when he met her walnut eyes with his own dark cerulean gaze “...everything okay?” Atticus asked with a small, friendly smile on the corners of his lips.

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[robyn malone]

Robyn smiled as she listened to the sounds of the forest. Having this new werewolf senses was strange. It had taken Robyn a little while to get used to it and even now, if she really focused on it, she was fascinated by it. It was strange to think that she could do this. It was strange to think about any of it. Robyn chuckled to herself as she closed her eyes, paying attention to everything she could sense. "This is definitely the coolest thing ever." She muttered to herself, not wanting to scare off any animals that she could hear near by. It was nice sitting with nature. She'd learnt to appreciate the natural world when she was homeless for a while. Still, she wouldn't go back to sleeping in the rain and cleaning herself and clothes in a stream. She was not going to let herself get back to that state.

It was then that she heard some new footsteps approaching. Robyn tilted her head, focusing on the new sound that she could hear. She wasn't quite sure what was making the noise but when she caught his scent she realised it was a human. Ahh, looks like I am no longer alone, she thought to herself, opening her eyes and searching the near by trees to see if she could see the man further in. He was another werewolf, that she could tell, but she wasn't entirely sure what he was feeling. It'd come to her once she got used to all the scents. She could hear which direction he was coming from but she didn't look over there. She knew it could be awkward if someone was watching you as you walked towards them.

The man came out of the trees and she glanced over, sending him a smile. Robyn drew her knees in close to her chest, wrapping her arms around them as he spoke. "Yeah, everything's okay." She answered him. She wasn't quite sure why the man had asked if she was okay but it was nice of him to show some sort of interest. He looked nice and quite a bit older than her, so it made her wonder why he wanted to talk to her in the first place. She smirked, thinking that it was quite weird that someone would feel like talking to a teenager if she was sitting in the middle of the woods. Stalker, killer, you've heard the stories. He didn't look like a killer though, so Robyn didn't quite believe that theory. Or at least she didn't want to believe it. He seemed nice, so why think beyond that?

"Are you having a nice day, sir?" Robyn asked cheerfully. She wasn't really sure what to say and decided to go down the polite road. It was obvious he was here just for some wolfy time, or at least that's what she though. It's the kind of thing werewolves did, right? She would have done it herself if she wasn't so scared about the shift. She didn't want to hurt and let the animal control, even though it was begging her to let it out. Go away, stupid wolf. I've got company, I'm not going to shift right now. She imagined the wolf growl back at her and stalk off, as if it really was something completely separate from her. That wasn't the most comforting of thoughts.

[atticus killian innominata]

The young female werewolf smiled a pretty smile as she drew her knees into her chest and wrapped her arms around them before replying to him. Then, it seemed the small smile changed into what was more of a smirk which did happen to make Atticus wonder what thought caused that small change, but he didn't question any further. “That’s good.” He replied in return, with a small, slow nod.

Atticus always felt that the sound of formalities on his ears in regards to him sounded wrong. Strange. Out of place. Perhaps it was because it reminded him of his father. Not once had the former Castillo pack member had ever called the man ‘father’ or ‘dad’. It was always sir. His father was always the Alpha and army superior before ‘father’ to him.
Though he could hardly complain about someone being polite and respectful, in response to the use of the word ‘sir’ a wider smile of amusement did form on his face.
“Yes I am, thanks.” He replied.

He ran a hand through his hair before leaning against the nearest tree, facing the girl “And how about you? How has your day been, miss?” Atticus asked in very light, teasing tone, playing with the formal language that she had used.

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[robyn malone]

How had her day been? It had gone very well so far. Nothing very important to report on though. It was just like any other day, which Robyn could only call good. But like every day, it could also be described as bland. It was why she had taken the time to explore the forest. For a girl who quite loved to poke her nose around, for some reason she hadn't taken the time to go out into the trees and see if there was anything interesting that she could find hidden inside. So far the most interesting thing she had found in among the trees was the man that stood only a little away from her.

"Oh, my day has been close to fabulous so far." That wasn't a lie either. Good yes, but she was safe and happy and had no enemies made since this morning so it could be close to fabulous. She still wondered why this man was talking to her though. She didn't look very interesting herself, sitting in the forest with her legs curled up close to her. She probably just looked like a lost little girl in the middle of the forest.

Although she didn't want to go to any silly conclusions. Maybe he'd just been curious by the fact that she was a werewolf as well. Animals were attracted to each other, weren't they? You saw it often enough. Dogs would run off if they smelt another one near by and well, they were dogs... not quite dogs but close enough. You really need to remember you're still human, she hissed at herself in her head. It was like suddenly she as just connecting things to her new wolfy self and Robyn didn't want to do that. She didn't want to stop being the girl she'd been for the last seventeen years. Too late, girly, the wolf will howl tonight!

Shut. Up. Robyn only then realised that her eyes had been elsewhere. She dragged them to the male werewolf, pushing away any stupid thoughts that ran through her head. To seem normal again, she held out her hand towards him. "I'm Robyn." the girl introduced, waiting for him to shake her hand if he would. "Can I ask what your name is? And why you're here in the woods?" Curiosity had won over. She didn't really want to assume things about him anymore and would rather just here a normal answer.

[atticus killian innominata]

‘Close to fabulous’? Well. That was…“Good to hear” Atticus replied. Because, really, it was kind of? Atticus didn't know the girl but he had to be fair and he wasn't a cruel male. If she was having a 'close to fabulous' day then good for her.

The young bitten werewolf had been looking elsewhere before but now, her walnut gaze was brought to him as she held out her hand and introduced herself. Handshakes. Atticus didn’t usually do handshakes…maybe it was because his pack never really used to do the human custom of shaking hands in greeting but he as familiar with it enough. He pushed off lightly from the tree he had been leaning against and approached her. For some reason only just noticing how small she was. Especially as she sat hugging her knees at the base of the tree. Then again, quite a few people were smaller than his muscled six foot four inches self.
“Atticus.” He introduced himself, and leant down to take her hand in a firm yet gentle handshake.
“It’s nice to meet you, Robyn” He added with a small smile.

Curiosity. It seemed he wasn’t the only one out of the two of them who was curious about the other but he understood why she asked it. She wasn’t born a werewolf like him and by the smell of it Robyn was relatively new to their…lifestyle. She was probably still adjusting. Atticus wouldn’t know himself really but it wasn’t hard to imagine that it must be difficult to be so used to a certain way of living and then for your world to be turned completely upside down and you then have to learn to adapt to a new life. That was one of the reasons why Atticus had always been so careful not to accidently turn a human because it would be such a massive life changing event…if they didn’t want this life he’d feel so guilty.
“If I was in the mood to be a pain in the ass I’d probably reply with something along the lines of ‘why not?’” He replied and only one of the corners of his lips lifted up this time, creating a crooked grin.
“…but, I’m not.” No. Atticus reserved being a pain in the ass only to people he considered friends because, after all, that’s what friends were for, right? Well, among other things.
“I just like coming to the woods from time to time for a walk and to hunt? I was just walking through when I caught your scent and curiosity got the better of me." He answered honestly.

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[robyn malone]

Atticus. Well, wasn't that an interesting name. Robyn actually really liked the name. Atticus. It sounded like it came from the middle ages or something. Was it a supernatural tradition to have unusual names that sounded as if they belonged in another era? Robyn had no idea but she had had heard some unusual names be spoken throughout the school. Everyone didn't have names like that though, some did have more common names like she did. "It's nice to meet you too." She said to him as he shook her hand. After he let go, she let her arm slither back around her legs to hold them there against her chest.

She was glad to hear he wasn't going to be a pain the ass and actually give a proper answer. If he hadn't gone with the honest answer, he'd have looked immature and that didn't look good on anyone over the age of twenty-one. Okay, maybe people shouldn't be immature at that age either but Robyn was just giving a little space. His answer was a good one and it made her feel a little relieved. So he really had just been in the forest to do some wolfy business. At least one of her guesses as to why he was there was right. It seemed fairly obvious, anyway.

"Well, your curiosity lead you the wrong way." Robyn told Atticus. "I'm not exactly the most interesting thing that you can find in this forest, probably." Well, so far she hadn't found anything too interesting. She'd been searching though. Maybe an old tree house or an abandoned car sitting in the forest. She'd seen those things in forests a lot but they were still quite interesting to look over. They all had their own stories.

[atticus killian innominata]

The Innominata went to lean against a tree again. Not quite as far as he had been before but still, creating some distance between the two of them. Atticus couldn’t smell any signs of discomfort with his presence from the young werewolf but the way Robyn hugged her knees close to her chest…the body language suggested she was closing in on herself and putting up a barrier between them and even if that was not the case, Atticus wasn’t the kind of guy that invaded someone’s personal space. Well, not unless he had to.

His curiosity led him the wrong way? Not an interesting ‘thing’? Atticus looked at her smiled doubtfully. He had yet to meet someone in Northvale that wasn’t interesting in some way shape or form. Everyone in this city had their own story which, in Ati’s point of view made each person interesting in their own way. “Oh, come on. You're in Northvale. No one's uninteresting here." At least, he hadn't met anyone and as a paramedic, he'd met a handful of residents of this strange old city.
“This city attracts the interesting. Or, at least, people-wise it does.” He added.
“Unless, you’re trying to say you’re to say you’re boring, Robyn?” He teased lightly again. This time with a small, playful smirk. Atticus was sure the young werewolf knew how to have fun. She was only seventeen years old, she was young, beautiful and pretty much had the world at her finger tips at this time of her life. If she didn't know how to have fun...that was just sad and such a shame.
“Because if so, I think we’re going to have to change that.” His inner wolf perked up with eagerness because it's restlessness hadn't been fully cured with the small, short hunt Atticus had had earlier.

“Us werewolves live to old ages and if I’m too young to be boring, then you definitely are.” Atticus was thirty five and yet, some older werewolves still considered him a ‘pup’ and in all honesty? He didn’t really feel that old at all. As a pureblood, if nature ran its course with no outside influences, Atticus could very well live to see eight hundred years old. Eight. Hundred. Christ, now that was old. But even though Atticus was a ‘pup’ by age, he was definitely not one by experience.
Robyn on the other hand was a newly bitten werewolf. Although she wouldn’t live quite as old as him, she could live to see three hundred as r as Atticus was aware. She had plenty of time to adjust and adapt to this change in her life. To grow used to and gain control over her senses, instinct, newfound strength and speed and, as she goes along become even stronger and Atticus thought she should have fun along the way. Why not? Wolves liked to play around too.
Whether or not she had already, Robyn would have to accept and embrace the fact that she was no longer human sooner or later. She was a werewolf now. But at the same time, that didn’t mean she had to abandon her human side. The change only really affected her physically and maybe slightly in temperament due to the wolf inside of her, but at the end of the day, she was still the girl she was before she was bitten. Some newly bitten werewolves surprisingly didn’t realize that.

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[robyn malone]

Maybe he was right about everyone having something interesting about them in Northvale. After all, they were from the supernatural world. It was probably hard to be a supernatural without being interesting. She also couldn't help but think some people would find her story interesting. She hadn't seen it that way but she could imagine how someone would find it interesting if she decided to tell it to them. Yeah, like that's ever going to happen. Robyn didn't want to tell the man about what happened to her and she didn't want to tell anyone else. Secrets, secrets, what things to keep. Ways to protect yourself from he outside world. Didn't mean it was always good though.

It made her wonder what his story was though. He was here in Northvale, so he was obviously calling himself interesting as well. She smiled when he seemed to tease her a little. She wouldn't exactly call herself boring but she knew that there were people with better stories to tell. People who made better company. She was still getting used to the fact that she was around people again. It was hard to explain to people but after all those months of being alone, it was weird getting back into the swing of being social. Robyn had been social before all of this though so she was sure she could get back to her old self.

“Because if so, I think we’re going to have to change that.” Robyn perked up a little at that, leaning forward slightly so that she wasn't leaning on the tree so much. "Oh really?" She asked him. "How do you plan on doing that?" She honestly was curious to see if he had any plans in his head already. How did you make someone less boring? Give them a make over? Get them into new hobbies? It was nice to hear that he didn't think he was boring though. Maybe he really could help her into becoming social again. And who better to get help from than another werewolf? She could ask him anything about the whole werewolf thing.

"Old ages, huh? Can I ask how old exactly?" It was probably one of those question she could have asked a teacher at the school but Robyn had been too shy so far. There was still lots of things she was unsure about but she knew she'd get the hang of it. After all, she would be alive for a long time. She had plenty of time to get used to her new self.