tampered | LOG; OPEN

When; Pre-dawn, September 10th

Rating; PG-13

Characters; Vivian Gandillon and OPEN

Summary; Vivian’s arrives and rude awakening in Poly’s Xanadu.

Log;

The spring green provided apt bedding, and the crisp fractured remnants of an early autumn blanketed outstretched lying facedown beneath the shade of swollen oak. In her comatose state, she'd gone and changed. Reverting back to a more natural state from Wolf to woman. Her head lifts, pupils dilate against bluest-green iris, limp body springing to life, as she slowly roused to crawl across the forest floor.

The rocky lakeside soil below made the woman more acutely aware of the heaviness of her own body. Cut off from the constant drip of sleep and exhaustion permeating from every pore still lingering in her system, which had rendered muscles and consciousness incapacitated in suspended animation throughout a long night, weighted her down to earth. Buffered by the fresh green grass of spring, the gnarled roots and craggy soil had been a challenge for the most heavy of sleepers, but somehow, Vivian had managed. Every muscular sinew languidly burned vivid agony. Crouched down, shivering as the wind lapped at her naked body, veins budged, pulsing for a few heartbeats as she hugged her knees tight to her chest.

Greedy waves of leaves lapped hungrily at pale flesh. While storm-battered body rests, disorientated mind’s daunting task had only begun. Disorientated, her sleep-addled spirit pawed through the thousands scattered and disjointed images flashing through a blank mind. As the etherized haze began to clear, a barrage of thoughts came steadily quicker, converging on one thought.

Bolting upright, The Ordeal! she gasped, but stabbed with a sudden streak of pain rather than modesty, Vivian had thought the better of it. "Oh," she groaned rubbing her temple looking for bloodstains or signs of a struggle. It was coming back to her now. What a night. After Astrid’s ambush of Vivian’s mother, Esmé, had initiated the bitch’s dance, Vivian had snapped, tore into, and rode that bitch like a rodeo bull, popping Astrid’s eye like an overripe grape; inadvertently winning the Ordeal and by the Old Ways established herself Queen Bitch and Gabriel’s rightful mate in the process.

Everything she had been avoiding since... the Moon knows when.

Unable to accept this, she had ran off into the night, through the woods until the drumming of her heart matched the fierce four-stepped beat, until the night bled into the day and unable to take one more step, until down she came. Her mud-caked feet and fingers could testify to that much. Yet sweeping a wolfish tongue, the faint taste of vitreous fluid and blood christened her pert red lips, she smiled defiantly. Bitch got what she deserved.

As she dug through the earth, the searching for answers was on, particularly any answers in the form of any clothing she might have buried the night before. But after a few moments, she slammed her hands against the earth in frustration. Dammit! Nothing remotely look, smelt, or felt like home. Just as she began to brood on the thought a sound rode on the back of her ear, slipping over the pale shell, and inside like a grouchy hermit. Stubbornly, she ignored it at first, changing the direction of her dig, but as the noise grew more persistent, it cowing a reluctant glance in the direction of its birth.

But hearing the sharp crack of a branch, a telltale signs of life moving in the black forest surrounding her, snapped the blond from her reverie. Crouched down, peering out beyond her skewed flaxen tresses; scanning the wood and hoped that by putting the big bellied oak between herself and the noise would discourage any curious and hungry creatures from getting too close, least she ripped their cute, fuzzy, little heads off.

[OOC: C'mon and play! But be gentle. This is my first. :) ]

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She listened closely for signs of the Five lurking about, not ruling it entirely out of the realm of possibility that this was entirely their fault, but the startling brush of cloth against her skin knocked from her brooding long enough to take notice her rescuer for the first time.

She gives the all clear, "Okay. It's safe," as she emerges from the neck of the oversized sweatshirt and flips the hood off her wet hair, a tentative smile warms her face. She took a moment, then encompassed by the new scent of another warming her, as the fabric nestled against her wind-chilled skin; however, cautious gratitude prompts further scrutiny.

Cool and objective, those blue-green orbs to fall onto the young man, roving in unabashed inspection, devouring him in a long stare as she took the full measure of the man. She read every hidden gesture, every crease and fine, and pausing at that simple but jejune smile and those dark eyes- weathered slightly at the edges at bit more than Vivian would have expected- and seemingly satisfied with what she found there, Vivian relaxes slightly.

After another long awkward moment, before her face softens in a smile. "I'm Vivian," she offers. "Got a name, stranger?"

Then the blond fell silent; utterly bewildered at the bizzare information, her pretty face deadpans. "Wait. What?" She blinks, unable to wrap her head around the insane concept. "Back that up and run it by me again. Where is here exactly?"

At Vivian's okay, Arion looked directly at her for the first time. She was muddy and wet; somewhere around his own age, he figured. But there was also something wild there, something that didn't feel quite "normal". It made him uneasy, but his mouth quirked upward with a slight smile as her eyes caught his own, before he awkwardly turned away, self-conscious of the stare.

He only looked back at her when she made her first inquiry, smile reassuring in a way. "Arion," he replied, a smile of his own flicking across his face when he added, "Nice to meet you." Since his arrival, introductions had practically become second nature.

There was a pause as he cast his thoughts around, still unsure. "The City...I've heard it explained as somewhere between worlds, I guess. There're a lot of people here from different places—universes, worlds, whatever you want to call them. Different times." He laughed, but it was humorless and short. "It's pretty crazy. It doesn't make much sense, if any at all. Wizards, vampires, werewolves, whatever you can think of, really. And...." He hesitated and quickly glanced back at her before daring to plunge ahead, wondering how she'd react to the next bit of news. "And they say you can't leave, at least not intentionally."

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