What's that you say?

[Vey,]

Around every corner they lurk... The spots of light won't get me in them... The shadows, O, the glorious shadows... Keep me company on this sinfully bright day.

A relatively young lycan could be found today doing the same thing she did most days. Sneaking around the shadows of her favorite tunnels, staying just out any light that might come from small windows used for keeping watch. She was almost a ghost these days, voyaging out to eat less and less, and thus not even getting any moonlight. How pale she actually was, though, no one would be able to tell. Brown speckles covered most of her thinning body, especially her face.

Why she was being so much more reclusive than usual is completely unknown- even to her. She just had no urge to venture outside the walls of safety, to where the humans were... Maybe they could just abandon her again... A small snort escaped Keir's lips. Thoughts of the past weren't something she allowed herself to dwell on. She only allowed herself to fade in and out of the hallways, occasionally running her lycan claws across the metal, sending a screeching noise throughout the tunnels. This was one of the reasons her lycan alias was Banshee. Whenever she would get thoughts of the past, or was particularly mad about something, of would come her glove, and the suddenly sprouted claws with resonate in the halls.

This is what she did now. Although silent in most other ways, this was Keir's one release, and the halls near her quarters were lined with deep scratchmarks. Anger fading, the ghost continued to float down the halls, bare feet not making the slightest sound. The only thing sensitive ears might pick up is the muffled swish of an old, silver-white dress.

Screams are the only sounds I force on others, though never will I utter the noise myself.. Silence is golden... Anyone who thinks otherwise....

[[Novz]]

El had taken to the tunnels the minute El saw them. El knew they went underground, and knew they would be safer than in public. El was still in werewolf form, even though daytime was fast approaching. El was walking on all fours, ears flying about in fear and confusion. El was in that state before morphing back to human, in a state where El knew something wasn't right and was regaining human controls.

The screaching came as a surprise to El, and caused El to leap up in fear. El quickly reached full height, head bumping into the cieling and making El yelp. El hunkered back down and looked around, confused. If El had been in full werewolf form, they may have run off towards the noise. But El slunk back, towards the entrance. It was maybe a foolish mistake, because El knew if anyone walked by they would see.

So El slunk forward again, lowering back onto all fours. "Who's there?" El's voice demanded, "El does not like games..." El's head whipped around, joining the tail in a mad dash to find everything on all sides. Maybe El had imagined it? Or maybe El was crazy? It didn't matter, because El saw what had made the noise. Straight ahead, a figure lurked. El growled, watching.

[Vey,]

Someone's in my tunnels... Right there... The shadows will not spare him my fate if he does not belong.

Quicker than a flash, Keir pressed herself against the cold steel wall. She wasn't sure who the person was, what it was, but it smelled like a Twilight, and what's worse, a Moonblind. Although she didn't carry many weapons, her nose was one that she did. She kept here werewolf senses transformed most of the time for occasions just like this.

The girl clung to the wall just like her alias in wereform, a ghost, and Banshee. The shadows kept her mostly concealed, but she could tell the other was in there lycan state, and would most likey be able to see her. A slight growl emitted from her throat, but she made no reply to the creature that referred to itself as "El." It worried Keir that she could not tell the gender of this creature, even with scent... She wasn't sure how to handle it. If it was a male, he could probably overpower her. If it was another female... She didn't like to fight with them. They were needed for the expansion of the pack...

Another look over the creature told Keir nothing more about it, but she knew she wanted it to leave. Her eyes narrowed menacingly. The ghost kept herself tense, ready to jump and transform at any minute should it attack. There would be no confrontation with another member of Twilight if it could be avoided- she would run first.

Careful... or the ghost will slice your throat... The Banshee will breakyour bones, stew your toes... Only if you attack first, little Moonblind.

[[Novz]]

El's ears flattened against it's head as it looked into the tunnels. "I wont hurt you.." El said, "I don't want to fight. I'm just lost, yeah?" El's head tilted to the side as El sniffed, stepping deeper into the dark passage. El's nose twitched rapidly, and they knew the other person in the tunnel was a were like themself.

El's feet stopped moving, and El sat back on hind legs. Muscles tensed in El's shoulders, and El shook their head. "The sun will be up soon.." El muttered, looking down upon itself. The fur on El's hands was beginning to disappear, and slowly El began to change back into their original form.

El collapsed onto the ground, shuddering and growling. It probably wasn't El's luckiest day, since El hadn't exactly been clothed before changing. El's transformation didn't take long, and by time it was through El was a shivering heap on the ground.

Sun burst through the caverns, illuminating El's body. The younger figure was exposed for the world to see. A flat chest, squared shoulders, and a little present between the legs? Oh yes. El was definitely a boy... perhaps.

[Vey,]

As the creature spoke again, Keir jumped back a pace. Shall we say, a little high-strung? What it said, however, make her smirk in arrogance. It wouldn't hurt her... More like couldn't hurt her. And the fact that it used more speech than body language to get across its meaning only made her smirk more. Another lycan who doesn't appreciate the luxury of speaking... Who doesn't care that their lupine cousins weren't given that luxury.

The wolf may sing her song, and bark when she needs, as shall I... But Even in the tunnels of humans, I shall remain loyal to your ways.

Then the sun burst into the tunnel, causing Keir to press her too-thin body fully against the walls to hide from it. Even in the tunnels, the turrets gave too much light for her taste. And then she noticed that... it, El, has transformed back into human shape. And without clothes, so it was quite clear now what gender it, he, was. Even a moonblind should know when they are to change, and thus keep some clothes on... But even to a ghost of a lycan like Keir, it was slightly funny.

She began to make a hissing sound, one that might be interpereted as a threatening noise if you didn't look at her face. For once, a small smile graced the thin, pale lips of the Banshee. A sight not seen in a long time, and with it, it was clear the ransping, hollow noise was the laugh of someone who hardly used their voice. It struck her that El didn't know her, and thus would expect her to say something eventually, and his unknowing only added to her amusement, and a louder rasping laugh.

O, the Moonblind knows nothing! How he makes me laugh like I have not in many a day!

[[Novz]]

El lay panting on the ground for a few moments longer, his hair covering his face. He bent his arms, pressing himself up to sit on his bottom. His eyes squinted against the bright sun, and he looked towards the shadow in the distance. He twitched slightly, the noise strange to him. He began to grow nervous as he slowly pushed himself up.

El knew no shame, nor embarassment, so his unclothed state hardly effected him. A new intent blazed as El made his way towards Keir, a frown burrowing his eyebrows down. "Where am I?" He questioned. His voice was changed, deeper and more like a boy. It was obvious he was confused, uncertain of where he was or what had been going on.

"Who are you? Why am I here?" Questions blazed from his mouth faster than anyone could answer, and El was growing increasingly upset as time passed. By time El flung his final question, "What exactly ARE you?", he was hunkered over having a panic attack. His muscles quivered as he held on tightly to the side of the tunnel, gasping in air.

[Vey,]

The rasping laugh ceased immediately as El came towards her, but didn't jump back this time. The questions, aggresive and panic-striken in tone told Keir she should watch and wait... See what he would do. In a human form, she could easily overpower him, should she choose to transform. But she wasn't going to let him get all riled up without knowing what he was up against- and thus, she rose in height slightly as her bare feet grew into stretched, white-furred paws, and her eyes glowed gold. The rest of her remained human, but she thought this was a sufficent answer to the question of what she was.

It took the ghost another few minutes to summon her voice. She didn't realise how hard it was to speak when you almost never do. After a few swallows, and croaking, halted sounds, she came out with, "You... in twilight... tunnels." The voice was soft, feminine, but almost like the voice of long-time smoker- immensely raspy. It pained her throat to say this, but she supposed it was neccessary at this point.

Be it my luck to run into a moonblind on my wanderings... One who speaks so much, too.

As for why he was here, Keir could not answer this. The only reason she was allowing him to be here was he didn't smell like Dawn, and he was a lycan. A new recruit, possibly. Amadeus would be angry, she suspected, if she let him go now that he had been in the tunnels and knew they belonged to Twilight. If Dawn found him... She didn't even want to think of the trouble she would be in.

You are stuck here, strange El. You will be a twilight... Or be nothing.