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Zac walked along a narrow winding path, that seemed to lead up to an empty school parking lot. He turned to look up at the desolate place. As the wind stroked through his jet black hair, he silently wondered what it would be like to go to school again. Of course, he wasn't ever going to go back to that hell hole. After he dropped out, he realized that not only had it been a waste of his time, but that school in and of itself was a place full of shallow fools. He muttered to himself silently as these thoughts increased speed.

His hands in his pockets, he suddenly came upon the school. He would have scented the werewolf by the dumpster, too, had he not been so wrapped up in his own thoughts. His senses were caught off guard, and he wasn't interested on re-focusing them at the moment.

He breathed a deep breath and sighed. What should he do? He had been in this town for some time now, a few months, and he still hadn't done anything to gain a friend or have someone there to socialize with. It shouldn't have mattered, and he shouldn't be trying anyway. That was the whole reason he left his old life back at home: because he was too dangerous to hand around with normal humans, or so he thought anyway. Still, the lone were was wondering whether it was worth it or not to risk someone's safety so he didn't die himself of loneliness. It was possible, he remembered, from the few times he actually payed attention during class.

He puffed out another breath and turned away. Since it was morning, he couldn't transform himself, which he would have had it been night time, so he could run off at a faster pace. Since he was human, though, during this time of day, he decided to just keep walking, at a normal mortal pace. He growled to himself for almost no reason at all. The sound usually would have been barely audible, but since he didn't sense the werewolf nearby, or any other lifeforms near or around him for that matter, he decided it was useless in hiding anything. There was no one to hide anything from.

He turned a corner and was walking towards the entrance he had just entered moments ago, and was planning on exiting out, when he saw a sign wedged in a hard to reach place. He wouldn't have noticed it either, had he not used his specific eye vision to see what it was. He wedged his hand into the tight spot and picked up a dirty flyer. Just from the text alone, he could tell the flyer's location had been planned. It had purposely been wedged in a spot where normal humans couldn't see it. It had been put in such a way only a werewolf could get to it. Advertised on the front of it was a foster home for weres, like him. The owners seemed to be Mr. and Mrs. Silver. "Foster home?" He said to himself. "You're joking right?" He crumbled it up and put it in his hoodie.

In truth, the idea wasn't too bad, but then again, the teenage werewolf had spent so much time alone he wasn't sure if he was ready to be around any kind of crowd, especially one full of werewolves who probably had problems like he did when he first acquired his powers. After all, in any set group of werewolves, there's bound to be both those who know what they are and know how to control their abilities and problems, mixed with the newborns who have no idea about anything they are, can do, or anything else related.

With that, Zac continued to walk to the entrance.

OOC: Sorry this post is so... bleh. My mind isn't very clear at the moment X3

Ooc: Bump?
I can post until Polar posts about Regina.

Ooc:// I was going to wait for Pure_one, but I'll send him a PM. Everyone can post freely.

Bic:// Luna's eyes slowly drifted closed as she stared into the bright sky, but her peacefulness was interrupted with the sound and smell of a passing wolf. Luna quickly sat up, glancing around the empty parking lot for sign of the werewolf. Her eyes finally fell upon a dark-haired boy crinkling up a peice of paper and heading towards the parking lot exit. Luna wondered if this was the werewolf she had scented before, so she hopped down from her perch and started to walk towards the werewolf boy.

"Hey, you," Luna called softly, pausing in her stride towards him. She placed her hands on her hips and kept her head high, showing she was confindent and would stand her ground against this boy if he turned out to be less than friendly. "This is private property, ya know. I could report you for traspassing," she told him haughtily. She ignored the fact that she also could be caught for the same charge.

Matt stood up from his spot on the white garden bench and headed inside the house through the back door. He walked into the darkened mud room, the two windows fully covered by drapery. Matt kicked off his shoes and headed through the door into the kitchen. He saw the back of Mrs. Silver as she walked out at the same time Matt came in. The scent of chicken noodle soup filled the air, and Matt took a deep breath of the sweet smell. Matt went into the cupboard and searched around for a bowl. He ladled the soup into the bowl until it was full before grapping a spoon from the drawer.

Griffin sat on one of couches, his legs tucked up on the couch to help balence the bowl of soup he had on his lap. He craned his neck to see into the front room where Chris had answered the knock. Suddenly, the smell of a human wafted into his nose, and curiousity drew Griffin into the front room next to Chris. "Who's there?" he asked Chris as he came closer to the door.

Bree ran out of her house, slowing into a jog as soon as she reached the sidewalk. The cool afternood sun shone off her red hair as she ran along the street, taking her usual path through town. She passed by the Silver Foster House as she always did on Sunday mornings, but this time there actually seemed like there was life going on in the house. She paused in front of the house for only a second.

Zac stopped and turned around in surprise. There had actually been someone there? He growled lightly to himself at the girl's attitude. He still didn't care enough to scent the air for which creature she was. It seemed she was human enough. So, therefore, he didn't care enough to let his senses open up past their human limits. He took a look up to decide how he should respond. She sounded the cocky and arrogant type just by her gestures and language. He didn't like it.

"Look, is there a reason why you came up to me to annoy me? Cause from the looks of things, this is a school, not a mansion. And if it is indeed private property, you could be charged for the same thing." He gave a cold glare that anyone could see through. It meant he wasn't playing around. These were exactly the type of people he was trying to avoid. "If this is the way you act around everyone, I'll have to make a mental note to avoid you if I ever see you again. Otherwise, it may not end well." He wasn't putting it lightly.

He turned to walk through the entrance again.

Zac was a bit surprised at the female's choice of words. Tail? Did she know? He finally let his senses open up as he sniffed the air in just the faintest way. A werewolf. Was that why she was acting so hostile towards him? Well, there was no reason to hide it now. "Get away from me, girl. You'll pay dearly if you get any closer." He gritted his teeth and growled threateningly. "You may not be taking me seriously now, but if you don't watch yourself you'll wish you had." The male werewolf snarled, his teeth turning into those of his werewolf side.

He and the girl were so close now, the threats between them pretty much lay spread out across the air.