#hunter's queue

@kaaras-adaar

Marisol had been waiting for this night. It was finally time. They would be changing tonight and this would not only be the first time that Marisol had experienced the full moon in an occupied area and not out in the woods, but it would also be the first time she was around another werewolf. She knew that Kaaras had been worried about this. If she was remembering correctly, he locked himself up. Distasteful, but for someone like him, she couldn’t blame him for the caution. He could hurt someone - or turn them. 

She knocked on the door to his room. She was told he was up here and there was still an hour until the sunset. She wanted to join him now before they had to deal with the transformation. She wasn’t sure if he was already preparing for the night, but she figured he wasn’t just lazing about right now. 

“Lobito, it is me. Can I come in?”

It wasn’t like they had made exact plans for what would happen. Marisol had been avoiding Kaaras when she did not need to be with him. She was trying, but there was something about being around him right now that seemed to put her on edge. Marisol already had enough on her plate. What was happening could be dealt with later. Yet she couldn’t do that now. This was something they should experience together. 

“You’re making a big mistake. I don’t time to waste by talking with you right now. I have to go. If you want to try and kill me, fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

There was no time. Soon the moon would rise and she’d change. She could already feel it starting to take effect. How did things turn out like this? Did someone know and send someone her way in order to get rid of Marisol? She wrecked her arm out of this woman’s grasp. 

Marisol needed to find some work. She wasn’t pushy. Never was these days. She usually hunted and sold the meat and pelts, but something she had to do a little more in order to earn money. Marisol used the money to keep herself going. Buying supplies, new weapons and armours and clothes. Food and shelter when she needed it. So Marisol sometimes had to do the thing she didn’t really want to like socialise with people.

The bar was sort of familiar. It wasn’t too brightly lit in the place and the alcohol wasn’t terrible. Besides the full moon was weeks away. So she didn’t need to worry about wolfing out anytime soon.