Meeting the neighbours (Zain/Open)

[Michael Fergus O'Connor]

Period: Early July
Time: Afternoon
Setting: Carvator territory, just after rain

Confident feet went bounding over the wet grass and rock of the woods. They moved impossibly fast, would have been just a blur to the regular eye of a mortal. But this was Forks. Things were ever so rarely what they seemed in this place, where blood sucker, shifter and more lived side by side. Even if not always or even generally on the best terms. The three individuals racing through the woods right now weren't shifter, nor were they vampire. The one of them that was in the lead, adorned in a pair of jeans, a black sweatshirt and some surprisingly nice leather boots was their leader. He was strong, he could smell what they were moving towards and at any moment he could turn into a savage wolf beast a tear a man's head off as easily as he breathed.

He was a werewolf. Not a mere shifter. A true werewolf. Mother Luna the moon had been his guide and friend for centuries. He had seen civilizations rise and fall. With claw and fang and a mind as sharp as either he had walked a bloody path through history. Now Ulfric Michael O'Connor, the ancient Irish werewolf had brought his pack to live in Forks. There was business to attend to. It might turn into a friendly first greeting....and it might turn into a pre-cursor to a bloodbath.

They jumped and ran, inhuman bounds of agility and athleticism as they saw the tree line ahead. Three of the pack. The Ulfric and his favourites, just in case what they had smelled wanted to bear fang. The other Were's would know they were coming, they'd pick up the scent. It would be hard not too.

Regardless, Michael and his two pack-mates arrived at the house that the current were-pack called their home. Like a pair of sentries or a phalanx guard they stood at either side, both were his physical larger in their human guises but neither had the sheer presence that the ancient wolf lord carried. They stopped once they broke the tree line, awaiting someone to greet them.

Were-folk didn't tend to knock on the door with a fruit basket to meet the....new neightbours. Were's did things a bit differently.

[Xanathan 'Zain' Carvator]

Zain had been stuffed in his office for an hour going over all his employees debating on who to keep and who to fire. He was also planning a trip to a theme park for his wife and the girls soon. He wanted to surprise them so he did his best to hide it until the date was set to go. Added in the vacation to Hawaii for a few weeks of next summer that him and Holly were planning. The only problem, the twins would be a about a few months old by that time. It might have to wait until Christmas break when they are older. That trip won't happen for a year though so they had plenty of time to make a decision.

He sighed signing off of his computer. He organized all the papers back into their rightful places then left his office to take a shower. But his sensitive ears caught onto a noise that distracted him for continuing to the restroom.

Curious, he walked down stairs to watch out the window. He even cracked it open hoping a scent would be caught by the wind and brought to him. "Werewolves." He thought. They came into view soon after he caught their scent. It didn't seem like they would come to the door. They were waiting for someone to greet them outside. This action was very familiar to him.

Zain, by all means, was a friendly person and wouldn't try starting a fight. He never fought unless it was called for by someone else going after him or his family, otherwise, he didn't bother. He hoped that they would be no harm to his family. He would keep calm and focused until given a reason to defend.

"Holly." He called not sure where she was. "We have visitors." He didn't want Holly to go out unless she really felt like it. He wouldn't mind but she was pregnant. He didn't want anything happening to her or the babies.

His feet swiftly walked to the front door. He opened it then shut it half way. "Hello." He said to them with a smile. He stopped walking once he was ten feet away from the others, still being cautious and ready. "I'm Zain Carvator." He looked at all three of them with a friendly but stern and serious face. They were here for a reason and Zain didn't bother asking for what. They would make it known soon enough.

[Michael Fergus O'Connor]

It wasn't long before someone arrived, out to greet the new wolves. Michael looked to the two that were with him to get an idea of how they were sizing up the one that had decided to greet him. While this wasn't going to be an event that had to turn into a fight, it was important for the Ulfric to represent his pack properly. While the two groups could very easily co-exist peacefully, the wolf pack would have to have suitable hunting ground. He wouldn't walk away without an understanding the land around their new Lupanar was off limits.

The needs of the pack had to come first, the current Were's would just have to accept it. Beyond that things were open for friendly discussion. "Zain." Michael started, letting the name hang in the air for a moment, to get a taste of it. "I am Michael O'Connor, Ulric of this pack." He took a step ahead of his packmates, rolling his shoulders and folding his arms at his chest. "We have established our Lupanar outside of this town. We intend to stay. This won't be a problem?" asked the ancient werewolf, his tilting upwards slightly as his keen eyes focused on Zain with great concentration.

[Holly Marie Carvator]

The TV in the bedroom played softly as Holly laid back, only half watching the show. She could hear Logan in her room with her music and Ashley and Amera in their own rooms too. She was glad for her girls. They were a great bunch and helped out so much. Placing a hand on her already growing belly she smiled. She had informed the rest of them a month ago about it. Logan had already known but kept it from everyone else for Holly until she was ready to tell them. She was two months along now and already getting a bump. Twins. Holly was sure of it. And she was also so sure they would be boys. But she couldn’t say she was absolutely sure for another few months. A scent drifted in through the open window in the bedroom just moments before she heard Zain’s voice.

“I see.” She called back to them as she clicked off the TV. Slipping off the bed, she slipped her feet into a pair of sandals. Her long white skirt swayed around her legs as she moved. Tugging down the white tanktop back over her belly she stepped out of the bedroom as she heard Zain go out the front door. Moving to the stairs she called up to Logan. “Logan dear. Do me a favor and keep your sisters inside.” With Logan’s response she smiled and made her way out the front door, walking calmly over to where Zain was with the wolves. She reached the small gathering just as Michael was introducing himself. Slipping her hand in Zain’s she remained quiet, letting him handle the wolves in front of them. He would introduce her when the time was needed. She brush her long dark hair from her face with her right hand as she looked over the three wolves. Her only hope was that Logan kept the girls inside.

[Xanathan 'Zain' Carvator]

Zain heard the soft footsteps of his wife behind him. He gave her a soft smile when she took his hand. Sharing the forest with the pack could be dangerous. There would defiantly have to be a barrier between them on hunting and transforming grounds so drama could be avoided. He didn't see a problem as of right now. Although didn't particularly favor sharing lands.

"Michael," He began. "My wife, Holly..." He glanced at her then turned his eyes back to the wolf. "and I have been here for a few years. We haven't yet had a problem and don't intend too." He put emphasizes on don't.

"As long as your pack doesn't cause harm to my family their won't be a problem. I suspect our hunting lands will be separate? How far from here have you taken ground?" Zain rubbed his wife's hand with his thumb hoping the kids would stay inside.

He wondered if Michael has spoken with the vampires that reside here in the forest. This was their land too as far as he could tell. The coven hasn't come around to talk so he figured they didn't mind. Now that there's three different groups wanting to stay here surely there will be some sort of disagreement.