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[victoriya]

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Leah finally trotted past the pitiful welcome sign of Denali, Washington. She made a turn from there and really began to pick up her speed. Only ten minutes later she was covered within the national park. The small gray wolf could be seen leaned against a tree in the snow. Another plus for her, even against the weather and cold her body was warm. She had came here on a mission. It wasn't exactly one of the most hidden things that Leah only allowed the vampires to live for the simple fact of Jacob and the rest of the pack. That and her brother. But she had long since broke away from them. Since Jacob had died of course. Which had put her at the lead of her own pack since Jacob had named her Beta so long ago.

But that was years ago. The past. Along with that the voices and whines of Seth and the rest of them had dulled in her head. Once in a while they dulled back into her head as a whisper. But not now. It had been weeks since she heard any of them. Her heart had turned cold toward the vampires since the death. And since then she had gone somewhat AWOL. Leah had blamed the death for Jacob directly on Renesmee's shoulders. Even though you couldn't help who you imprinted with but in her case Renesmee was at fault.

Leah wanted revenge and that was exactly why she was in the town of Denali so far from her normal Canada grounds she lived on in the past years. Not having a home and a good outfit to wear along with decent food was killing her. She knew she would have to settle down but knew very well she didn't have the money. She had just spending time in her shapeshifter form for the most part but did still have a outfit tied to her leg that had almost iced over by now as she went up more north. But she was slowly growing used to it as much as she may have hated it. Leaning against the tree she slowly changed back before pulling on her clothes quickly. Rivers and ponds in Canada had taken care of keeping herself cleaned along with clean clothes and a few hours of running further on to dry them out.

Overall, life sucked. But she had to get used to everything. And she was on a mission. See up on Renesmee and if needed seek out revenge. Pulling down her shirt she let out a heavy sigh as she slid her hands in her pockets and headed down the trail to see if she could pick up on a campers campsite.

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[`charis!]

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A national park--a location of unsurpassed natural beauty, insurmountable serenity, calming peace. Frankly, quite boring. Charis was not at all interested in natural beauty, least of all in Alaska; it was white, which, as far as she was conerned, was as much as anybody needed to know. Especially about such a backwater town as this. Hell, had it not been for the fact that she had reason to be here, she would never even have noticed it. Small, rickety, and rundown, it might have had a rustic, essential charm to it were it not for the rusty fishing boats, incessantly barking dogs, and rundown shacks that made poor substitutes for houses. Closing her eyes, she grinned; these people, she knew, had very little to their names. They couldn't hold a torch to some of the places she had seen, places where homes were more like castles and money was not an object.

Oh, how she missed those places.

She leaned her head back against the trunk of the tree she sat in, perched precariously at the juncture of a branch and the trunk. One leg was drawn up in the air, while the other dangled haphazardly off of the branch. A most unladylike position, she knew, but somehow the thought did little to encourage her to alter her state. Staring up at the sun, she blinked rapidly for a few moments but did not close her eyes; her eyes could withstand the bright light, although they did not appreciate them. However, for all the discomfort, she was oddly fascinated with what she could see. Not telescopes, of course, but she still had a far better view of it than the rest of the world. White hot, blindingly so, she eventually closed her eyes against the glare and turned her gaze to the snow below her. An ironic smile twisted her lips as she aknowledged that the snow itself was nearly as bright as the sun itself. She guessed that was why humans were in such short supply out here: their weak eyes could not withstand the onslaught of light from the combined forces of the sun and snow.

Charis sighed longingly, recalling the sensation and taste of blood on her tongue. Her eyes, although maintaining their red hue beneath brown contacts, were steadily darkening as the days passed, making the ever-present sensation of burning in the back of her throat more pronouncable, the battle against feeding on a human in broad daylight a harder one to wage. She had wandered out here in the hope that she might find something of interest to her, something that might help to ease that burn in the back of her throat. Although she would have much preferred a human, she had known from the start that she would need to feed off of animals. Thus far, though, the high-spirits she had arrived in had dimmed considerably when she realized just how the herbivores in the area smelled. They reeked of the manure they slept in and tasted of grass. Sometimes she thought that she would gain just as much sustenance by joining them in their grazing--and, that way, she would not have to suffer the fur that inevitably would inevitably find its way into her mouth.

Stretching languidly, Charis stiffened when she caught a strange scent on the breeze. It was very familiar, but she could not quite place where she had smelled it before. It must have been a very long time, indeed, since she had encountered something like this; she generally could place scents with ease.

Charis drew her other leg up into the tree, her body freezing into place like a statue. The only parts of her that moved where her eyes, which darted across the area in much the same way a predator does when its prey is near, but out of sight. As she listened carefully, she caught the strains of a heartbeat fluttering in the distance, instinctively turning her head to face the direction it came from. Before her eyes, a person entered the clearing. Excitement flooded her, for the young woman was alone and, judging by her clothing, not very wealthy around town. She had not seen this woman yet, which, although surprising, for she had been very thorough in her reconnaisance, served also to indulge and encourage her excitement. However, as instantaneously as her mouth began to twist in her anticipation for human blood, it just as quickly turned downwards at the corners. For all its humanoid appearance, it reeked of a smell so foul that not even the most desperate vampire would care to taste its blood.

She tilted her head to the side, a minor sense of irritation worming its way into her stomach. However, she continued to hold her frozen status until the woman was almost beneath her tree. It was then that she recalled the strange scent, remembered the stories of shapeshifters from around the world. Curiosity got the better of her, as she had not heard any rumors of shapeshifters this far north. She wondered idly if this shapeshifter had trailed the vampires in their trek northward, remembering rumors of shapeshifters in Washington, where the Cullens had once lived. Shattering her own concentration, she gripped the tree in both of her hands and dropped to the ground, deliberately landing in such a way that the snow crunched beneath her feet. Although it might startle the woman, which would not place her in the shapeshifter's good graces, she decided it was as good a way as any to alert her to Charis' presence. Pasting a grin on her face for good measure, she cursorily looked the woman over before she spoke.

"I must say, I did not expect anyone to be out here," she said, her voice a mixture of cheerfulness and a twinge of suspicion. Not caring to put on pretenses, knowing that the shapeshifter would know her race as surely as she knew the shapeshifter's, she did not bother with false pretenses. "I am surprised; I did not expect to come across anyone like you here." She left the sentence hanging, silently demanding the woman explain herself, her steely undertone laced with unspoken threat should the woman attack.

[heheh, hope you don't mind my posting. ^^;
I apologize in advance for the crappiness.]

[victoriya]

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Leah's nose turned up before a wiggle to her nose followed it. Her face turned somewhat unpleasant when she picked up on the scent. But it hadn't been the scent that brought her here. But yet another scent. Vampire scent no doubt. And it threw her almost way off track from the plan that she had wanted in search of food and maybe set up camp somewhere. But now she was only on high alert and that was it. She tried to pick up the scent but the wind was going every which way that day. But she knew it had been very close.

And then it came. Or she to be the matter but to Leah they were all the same. Bloodsuckers. The same disgusted expression stayed on her face as she would have popped out in a second if this hadn't been the only pair of clothes with her. And a large overgrown wolf certainly wouldn't be welcomed in the local clothes store. The vampire woman had dropped down in front of her from a tree above. A growl came from her throat as her anger rushed through her throat. It certainly hadn't placed well within the young shapeshifter as she backed up slowly. She would have changed if it meant her life or her clothes. And Leah had been getting better with it to the point of only taking a few seconds even to change.

The grin however showed she either wanted to rip Leah apart or she had been like, them. Leah shuttered at the thought of leaving Jacob with the Cullens. And then the thing spoke. Leah's eyes narrowed as she spoke. As if their had been a chance they could be friends or sit there for a chit chat while filing their nails. Another growl escaped her throat as she watched her. "Should say the same for you," she finally muttered out with a light tone of disgust layering the sentence. "I know my business here but what about you? Came here to pick off little campers while they go on about their lives. While your simply, someone nobody will remember. How old are you? Dinosaur age?" Leah finished off her eyes staying locked on hers while her ears listened around for any mate she might have around. Leah had never quite liked Vampires and only tolerated them at one time. But that one time had come and gone.

[oh thank gawd someone replied xD it's more than okay ;D]

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[`charis!]

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Charis resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the shapeshifter stepped backwards. The defiant, disgusted expression the young woman had plastered to her face was belied by the way she moved; she didn't think worried or frightened were adequate descriptors, but she could sense the how tense the woman had become, could tell that her senses were now on high alert. Charis was reacting in a similar way, though--in her experience, shapeshifters rarely, if ever, worked alone; in her experience, they preferred mob tactics and found their strength in numbers. Although she could not currently smell anything suspicious, animal or human, she refused to relax her guard, though she liked to think she did a better job of hiding it beneath a cheerful facade than the shapeshifter did. Then again, the shapeshifter was not even attempting to conceal her feelings: revulsion was written clearly across her face.

Charis raised an eyebrow at the shapeshifter's brazen remarks. "Actually," she answered dryly, "I was not hunting, not for humans, not for animals." She rocked back on her heels, crossing her arms over her chest. "Contrary to popular belief, blood is not the only thing on a vampire's mind." She did not elaborate, rather shrugging in a way that implied she thought the shapeshifter was a lost cause, to whom explaining would be a lost cause and wasted effort. In truth, the werewolf had been somewhat correct, but Charis would not admit that; although she had not been actively seeking out humans, she would not have objected to some poor beggar stumbling through the woods, or coming across some hunter who had been mauled by bears. It had been a faint hope, though; in actuality, she had waited out here in the hopes that she would come across a member of the Denali coven. She knew that they fed off of animals, and a national park seemed as good a place as any to find a bear or wolf to feed off of. Seeing no harm in explaining that much, she inclined her head towards the shapeshifter. "If you must know, I was looking for the Denali coven. Since they feed off of animals, it seemed logical to look in a forest." In the course of her thoughts, her voice had adopted a formal tone, having lost some of that light-hearted mock that typically characterized her voice.

At the next remark, both of Charis' eyebrows raised. The she-wolf certainly made no effort to hide her dislike of vampires or her complete social ineptitude, she thought wryly. "Actually, no, the dinosaurs predated me by several million years." She grinned cheerfully, on some level enjoying this conversation; she attributed it to the lack of conversation she had had that day. "Try Greece," she volunteered helpfully. "Dinosaurs were long gone, I think; I don't believe I ever saw one." Except metaphorical dinosaurs, she amended herself silently; ones similar to the creature standing before her now.

[victoriya]

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Leah kept her guard up and her eyes locked on the more vampiric looking woman before her. Her ears didn't pick up any other vampire at least not in close range. So this little piggy must have went far from home. Raising a brow she shrugged, then she was simply in-between meals. Leah had this attitude to almost all vampires. Not giving them a chance to clear their name, say their only hunting animals, it all ended the same way. Death. Close to her or animals. Leah actually managed to laugh at her reply to her question, "That's right. My bad. It's Mate, Eat, Move to Another Area for Better Food, then Eat again. All my bad for thinking it was just food," she muttered putting an emphases on just.

Leah had to admit her guard had been more lowered since then but it wouldn't take long for her to react to a spring toward her own flesh. Her own throat. Which in part she wondered why she hadn't already. A light growl escaped her throat when the woman spoke of the Denali coven. Which she had to admit was a bit better than taking the life of that of a human. "Well I'm oh so sorry I ruined your little chitchat with your little vampy friends. Don't let me stop you from killing animals and humans while you wait. Wouldn't want you to go hungry." She muttered with a smirk. Her eyes danced with a gleam as she continued to make snippy comments that were no doubt probably not so thought out and simply cruel. But it didn't matter to her. Leah probably wouldn't see this woman although right now her own teeth wanted to rip her apart.

Leah knew very well she couldn't take on a coven by her own. And simply been practicing on a few nomad vampires that she had come across on her Canada trip. But on their own, it was different. The cheerfulness certainly wasn't helping her either which only seemed to make Leah's own blood boil as much as her blood already was heated. Along with her little cheerful remarks. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, "Right, Greece. That's not old at all." She muttered with a roll of her eyes. Her fist tightened ever so slightly as she watched her, "So let me guess, a dictator kill your parents and you wanted revenge? Kill a few people?" She said with a laugh.

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[`charis!]

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Charis' grin took on a feral aspect at the werewolf's words. Deciding the woman had had it far too easy so far, avoiding the brunt of Charis' dry wit, Charis opted to border on threatening with her next utterance. "No, actually we prefer to spend our time dreaming up creative ways to tear apart shapeshifters," she said, her tone still maintaining its cheerfulness even as her grin became almost a leer. Then all expression disappeared for a moment except for a slight smile, as though she was secretly amused by something the werewolf had said. "And, quite frankly, I find that statement an insulting overgeneralization," she stated, her voice pleasant, if a little lacking in emotion. "Vampires lack the sex drive that you mortals have," she paused, considering; "which, on some level, is something you should be grateful for. If vampire men went around sexing humans at every opportunity, you'd end up with a multitude of halfbreeds like the Cullens' pet." In the course of her speech, her tone lost some of its amiable quality, revealing a slight disgust with the existence of a halfling. It was Charis' firm belief that there should be no halfling--it was as though the creature had one foot in the door of eternity and out.

Charis laughed, the sound escaping her before she contemplated suppressing it. "You're hardly interrupting my conversation," she said. "In case you weren't aware, there don't appear to be many hungry vampires today." She shrugged. "And I wouldn't worry for the game population. Animals taste of grass and rotten flesh to most vampires; I can't imagine many of the nomads drifting into the area will fancy their taste." She let the sentence end meaningfully, not bothering to deny the implication of her words. She had meant for them to be there, hoped that the werewolf interpreted them accordingly. It seemed appropriate, to a degree, to let the werewolf know; of course, no vampire would be so foolhardy as to feed off a citizen of Denali, she knew that soon there would be reports of missing persons in nearby large cities, the results of vampires who allowed their hunger to overcome their subtlety.

She raised an eyebrow at the brazen statement about her family, choosing to ignore the comment on her age. "My family died of old age. My father died at age seventy-one, my mother at age sixty-eight," she said flatly, her voice betraying no grief. If one knew Charis, they would understand that this declaration, devoid of any softening or kind words, betrayed a sadness that words failed to approximate. But she knew that the werewolf could not understand, would never understand, the sensation of loss that two thousand years could not, would never, dull. "But, if you're really curious, yes, I did crush a few skulls. I assure you, however, it was all entirely justified; if you look at it through my perspective, I saved countless lives." She did not elaborate on the matter, however; she knew that the werewolf would neither believe her nor care.