Night in the woods (Open)

[themadhatter]

Rex took a deep breath was she rolled her shoulders back generously was she looked at the odd trail she was fallowing. Yet, she was more interested in the faint scent that laid just on top of the ground it had to have been hours old. Though her curiosity was getting the best of her she was getting pissed off at the same time. She was up in this terrain not to track but to train herself. Tracking came quite easily for her it was her strength that she had her main problems with. She vaguely remembered herself crushing her own brothers arm with just her hand but that’s because he wouldn’t listen to her when she wanted him to.. After all it was his own fault for not listening to his, charming, over whelmed sister at the time.

Rex pushed out the memories with a slight shake of the head before pulling her hair back tightly into a high ponytail. She had forgotten that she had taken the hair down to relieve the on coming headache. But, it was slowly making its way out of her temples which was an upside because she knew she couldn’t continue training until she found out what was going on with this strange scent. Dodging a quick glance at the broken trees Rex gave in to her temptation, fallowing the small winding path that seemed to go on forever. The scent seemed to get stronger as she fallowed it, it was musky with a slight hint of something sweet like sugar but mostly musky.

“If its something I am going to regret getting into why am I fallowing it?”

Of course she knew the answer, I wouldn’t run away from it or something along those lines. It wasn’t like she was running into a death trap or anything. On the other Hand it was rather difficult for her not to get into trouble and then spicing things up so she can give them the slip. The only thing that was the problem was that there was no booze involved in this one. The noises in the forest was drop dead silenced as well which wasn’t unnerving it happened to her a lot actually. Rex came to a stop next to a broken tree, healthy in all its was the green moss on the outside seemed to make it smile at her. She didn’t smile back of course her loose clothing was a little torn she was sweaty.

Which meant that if the thing that she was fallowing had a good nose on a high note they’d smell her coming. She didn’t care but on a low note they could ambush her, which sounded like fun in the slightest way she could be the HBIC that she really is. Rex looked down briefly at her standard running shoes, she of course had track spikes on the bottom of her shoes which gave her a boost in speed. But, as she quickly noted as she checked her last water bottle that she held tightly in her hand. She was running low. It made her smile a bit that meant that she’d have to leave this forest. Yet again as she looked at the quickly setting sun. It would be better if she set up camp because she wouldn’t make it to her car in time.

“Well kuso.”

Her eyebrows scrunched together as she shifted into the direction where it smelt like there was some sort of water source before abandoning her little trail. Now she understood why her brother, Hunter always drilled her about woods safety. She of course was very glad that she had brought a tent, sleeping bag, and other small odds and ends that could get her through the night and into the next day. But, something heavy made her think she wasn’t alone it was the same feeling she had with “him” the one from Japan. Rex knew she was in for a little trouble in some way but she didn’t know. Shaking off that feeling she soon ran into a pound it didn’t take long no more than 15 minutes give or take. Then another 35 to set up camp, get a fire going, and make a make shift fishing pole. She felt stupid but she had watched her brother do it way before he joined the marines. It worked for him and why not for herself? With that thought she laughed quietly to herself while throwing her line into the water.

[George Norman]

George had been stalking the young woman slowly through the woods, always careful to keep down wind of his prey. Anyone near this area was a potential enemy to him and he was taking no chances. From his hiding place he watched the young girl send her line into the water and begin to fish, curious that she would do that here. Keeping his small uzi in hand he moved up toward the small camp she had made. "It's dangerous to be out in the woods alone..I hear a local wolfpack makes it's home here." he said in a flat tone of voice. Rex's finely turned senses would be able to pick up the sheer menence and the bloody remains of the wolf he had recently crusified on his hands.

[themadhatter]

Rex didn’t have to turn to smell the blood on him, and no she wasn’t aware of the fact that the wolf pack made there home here. Which did make sense to her but most Lycanthropes lived in house nowadays. When the scent of the Uzi caught her attention she put her line down with her foot on it and slowly turned towards the mans voice. She had thought him to be a little huskier than he was from his voice but she couldn’t tell what people looked like over the phone. On that note she looked the man up and down, her dark eyes locked dead on with his as she tilted her head.

“I know that now, what brings you all the way out here to little ole me?” Rex said it sweetly with a touch of spice nothing much to what most get from her.

Rex noted that hi guy was human, which meant she had to be extremely careful because of herself not having control over her strength. Although she couldn’t tell what he really wanted she knew she was in deep. Then something clicked in her mind he must have been the ones trail she had been fallowing up until now. But her thoughts where suddenly interrupted because of the sudden tug on her fishing line. Rex picked up her line unwilling to let the fish go because that was her dinner and pulled it in with a struggle. She glared at the water until she remembered a valuable trick from her brother called release and pull. That’s pretty much how it went u slacked the line until the fish stopped and jerk it making the fish land on the bank or wherever you’re fishing from. That’s what she did and a mediocre fish land next to her and she turned back to the guy with interest.

“I do well on my own really, but sometimes it doesn’t work out.” Rex gave a slight smile, “I’m on your turf aren’t I well in that case my names Rex.”

Her last words held a little heat to it she wasn’t trying to be mean she just knew she might be in trouble and why not see how far this guys temperament could go?
On the other hand that might not be very smart on her behalf even though she knew it might be the best she kept herself under control before taking the fish off the hook and throwing the line back into the water

[George Norman]

George couldn't help but smile at that, though the smile didn't reach his cold dark eyes. "My turf, I guess you could say that Rex. My turf ranges all over." he said to her in a flat tone. It was curious for the woman to keep fishing while she had a guest at her little camp site. "So you new to our little slice of paradise or have I just not seen you around?" he asked her while he kept a careful grip on his uzi, if she moved wrong he would cut her in half after all he hadn't stayed alive this long against the monsters by being reckless.

[themadhatter]

“Well I am leaving in the morning so you don’t have to worry about me intruding or anything.”

Rex watched his careful smile and his hand grip tightly over the Uzi. Which she didn’t blame him but she really wasn’t a that much of a threat it made her laugh inside but she was really trying her hardest to be nice and seeing that the man was on edge didn’t help her much either. He reminded her of her father before he left for Japan, it made her think back. Maybe he had known and was instructed to not speak a word to the family. Logically that was the Marines, but “Simper Fi” didn’t come into contact there. She already had three fish and that was plenty for her self so she put a rock on top of her fishing pole. Carefully Rex picked up the fish and sat next to the fir before putting sticks threw the moths of each fish, and then she paused.

“Are you hungry?” Rex gave a light sigh while shoving the sticks in the ground and pointing them towards the fire. “Well, yes I am from out of town. I moved here from out of state thinking it would be good to start over. Except colleges don’t like transferring data so I’m stuck here for a while.”

Rex felt her eyes turn colder as she stared at the Uzi through the fire, what kind of man would carry that out in the open. If it was Herself she would have kept it concealed until absolutely necessary. But, she grew up in a military kind of field so she knew somewhat of what to and not to do.

“I never caught your name, its rude to not tell people your name when they tell you theirs.”

She raised an eyebrow trying to pass as coy and not cocky which she sometimes had a hard time doing. That being said she remembered a time in high school when a cheerleader told her “Why don’t you go down like the..” Well you get the idea and Rex’s response was of course “Why don’t you? You’re better at it than I am I’ve seen tapes.” Everyone laughed except for that Cheerleader and Rex herself. But Rex had won that fight and of course had to change schools afterwards. Kids never are nice in High school that is a proven fact. Snapping herself out of her little trance she noticed that the guy hadn’t moved at all.

“You can sit down you know I’m not going to bite you or anything.”

Of course that sentence had a lot of spice to it the heat was there but she didn’t mean to put it there and the guys voice she had noted was a flat tone. She took it as him being cautious, which she didn’t blame him but the Uzi was a little much. Then her mind started to wonder, ‘why would a man be out here with that kind of weapon?’ Well it was big and light. Making it easy to cut things in half and to swing in a fast motion. The smell of blood, and musk on him was strong. Which meant he must have killed something. But… What she couldn’t piece together was what he had killed exactly a Lycanthrope or a Wolf. Her best bet was a Lycanthrope, and why he was so on edge was cause he had been watching her train. Which meant he knew she was a Lycanthrope. A smile began to dance on her face she made it sweet and inviting, trying not to be seductive and confuse him. That happened to her a lot back at her old college but that was then and this was now. The past didn’t really matter to her all she had to do was work on improving her faults her major ones. Why not begin now? On the highest note in that moment she knew she wasn’t in trouble yet. Which was good on her behalf.