Post by Evlyn Montgomary on May 28, 2010 1:40:04 GMT -5
17 year old Patience Deschain, known to anyone she met as 'Chain', drove her beat up Civic (the top of the last C had been snapped off, leaving her car as 'Civil') through dusty streets and into a dirt parking lot crowded with cars.
It hadn't taken long at the bar for the old-timers to complain about the kids in the town and their noisy ass cars and dogs. That spelled a race, and the dog fights that went along, a pleasant surprise in a town she's come to hate in the few hours she'd been along.
She wouldn't be here at all if not for her pack, fondly called the Change. They'd left their home in Vermont over a year previous when she'd turned 16- herself, her boyfriend and pack alpha Gian, and second Ilo. They'd traveled the country and built their pack, adding to their ranks other Turns from across the states. They didn't stay anywhere long, since local Lycans didn't like the idea of an uppity young Were playing alpha.
They'd stopped in this town off a whim- or a demand of one of the newer members. Katy, Texas. She hadn't expected to find much to do here, and she hadn't wanted to do anything anyway. But she'd had to get out of the apartment, what with Gian and the new girl, Shasta going at each other like a couple of starving hyenas. He didn't need her services anymore, he'd told her, holding tight to the tiny blond so thin that Patience fancied she could see her ribs between her cleavage. She was a fun girl, but he was past that.
And that's exactly what she was. A FUN girl. A girl of loud laughs and a short temper, adventurous and daring. Not overly clingy or lovey. Her shoulders were too wide to be petite, and her arms showed muscles she'd put work into. Her face was sharp instead of delicate, and she had always had enough confidence to send most men running. Her long thick hair was the only bit of girlishness she allowed her look. But she'd cared about Gian, damn her feminine instincts, and it hurt being dumped for a whiny, vapid, anorexic b*tch.
So she headed for the fights, signing herself in and ignoring the pleased smirks from the men around. A turn didn't have any place in a fight with a full blood. Most turns, anyway. She'd been a natural at the Change since the first time, and it was easy as hell to control now. She'd trained herself hard at fights across the country, battling for some respect for herself and her pack. And she'd never lost.
She stepped up when her turn was called, stripping off her white tank and looking across at the competition
It hadn't taken long at the bar for the old-timers to complain about the kids in the town and their noisy ass cars and dogs. That spelled a race, and the dog fights that went along, a pleasant surprise in a town she's come to hate in the few hours she'd been along.
She wouldn't be here at all if not for her pack, fondly called the Change. They'd left their home in Vermont over a year previous when she'd turned 16- herself, her boyfriend and pack alpha Gian, and second Ilo. They'd traveled the country and built their pack, adding to their ranks other Turns from across the states. They didn't stay anywhere long, since local Lycans didn't like the idea of an uppity young Were playing alpha.
They'd stopped in this town off a whim- or a demand of one of the newer members. Katy, Texas. She hadn't expected to find much to do here, and she hadn't wanted to do anything anyway. But she'd had to get out of the apartment, what with Gian and the new girl, Shasta going at each other like a couple of starving hyenas. He didn't need her services anymore, he'd told her, holding tight to the tiny blond so thin that Patience fancied she could see her ribs between her cleavage. She was a fun girl, but he was past that.
And that's exactly what she was. A FUN girl. A girl of loud laughs and a short temper, adventurous and daring. Not overly clingy or lovey. Her shoulders were too wide to be petite, and her arms showed muscles she'd put work into. Her face was sharp instead of delicate, and she had always had enough confidence to send most men running. Her long thick hair was the only bit of girlishness she allowed her look. But she'd cared about Gian, damn her feminine instincts, and it hurt being dumped for a whiny, vapid, anorexic b*tch.
So she headed for the fights, signing herself in and ignoring the pleased smirks from the men around. A turn didn't have any place in a fight with a full blood. Most turns, anyway. She'd been a natural at the Change since the first time, and it was easy as hell to control now. She'd trained herself hard at fights across the country, battling for some respect for herself and her pack. And she'd never lost.
She stepped up when her turn was called, stripping off her white tank and looking across at the competition