Large bustling filthy cities gave way to quiet rambling country roads that seemed to stretch on forever, green hills and green fields, green trees and quaint brick houses. Where was the smell of smoke? The sound of many voices trying to be heard over one another? Where was the sense of urgency here? It was all too quiet, too peaceful. It was rattling his nerves, the constant smell of yingshee and other livestock did little to help. He missed the roar of the city, he missed the constant filthy smog under which he lived, it was pretty crazy of him, but he missed the noise. He missed the rish of not knowing what was around the corner, he didn't fear the pickpockets and unsavoury figures that made the city their home, quite the contrary, goodness knows he could do with a good unfair fight right now. They didn't expect to tackled head on my a rather reckless, ridiculously tall industrial machine repairer. He couldn't help but smile thinking about all completely stupid situations he'd gotten himself into using the 'rush in, don't get killed, think later' method. Still, life needed some excitement every now and then. Emery let his feet catch lightly along the road as the horse drawn cart he'd managed to catch a ride on bounced down the little road. Thank goodness there had been someone willing give him a ride, not for free of course, the country bumpkin he was riding with now owned one of the pocket watches his 'sister' made. Alanna wasn't actually his sister, but she might as well have been. The only thing the daft farm hand hadn't realized was the fact that his sister had never actually repaired the watch, on her rounds collecting Aldrect's scrap metal she'd been given it, so really it was all fair really. Emery was normally the honourable sort but he had the feeling that the person who was paying was one of those who subtracted for being late.
"Hang on, Sir, this path has more pot'oles than-" Sadly the farm hand never got say what the road had more potholes than because he was promptly cut off by a rather irritated man twice his size.
"I get it, pumpkin-head. Go back to chewin' yer grass." His accent carried that off the poorer side of Aldrect, it was a rather hardened accent though not altogether unpleasant, just harsh.
He must have fallen asleep, because he was promptly awoken by a few drops of rain splattering his face. That was all he needed. He sat up, slowly cursing under his breath as his back made some awful clicking noises. He really should stop doing that. He must have been asleep a while for not only had the weather changed, so had the scenery, if only slightly.
Amid the raindrops that fell with alarming regularity, creating a watery haze in which you had to peer through. Emery was going to be soaked to the bone in minutes, not that it mattered all that much, it was just another irritating thing to add to his already formidable mood. The grass was the same green as always giving away to a sticky country mud in places while the winding roads with potholes running riot was now covered in hunreds of puddles which splayed up on occasions, it was just luck that it was raining enough to wash the mud away. The constant green seemed to be diluted slightly by the mud and the rain, even so, he couldn't help but be struck by the beauty of the place. He looked over and between fence posts spider's webs were decorated with rain drops, and between valleys a soft haze of mist hung, yet to be dissipated by the rain. Grey clouds swirled over head, though they didn't look particularly menacing, just... pensive. The occasional yingshee bleated and he could just here the bells of the tuskow, despite the fact any edible mammal made him uncomfortable they were almost pretty in such a setting. He vividly remembered the point a good few years ago when he tried to become a vegetarian, Alanna's idea, or rather Alanna's scheme that she dragged him along for threatening dissection or at least a killer Chinese burn if he didn't go along with it. He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of it, it had all stopped soon once Alanna got bored of it, being just young teen at the time, thank Zu'hai she'd gotten bored before-
Emery let out a noise of frustration, almost falling off the cart in surprise. How could he be so stupid?
"All right there, sir?" The only reason he was being so polite was because Emery scared him.
"What's today?" He asked suddenly.
"It's a Wednesday, sir."
He could have swore out loud but as it was he just grit his teeth and said nothing. It's not like he could have explained his predicament to the farm hand anyway, it was a little complex for that... Tell a lie, it was idiotically simple, it was more to do with the fact he wouldn't have been believed. There was barely three days until, well until the full moon rose... No, now is not a good time to stop reading! As cliché as it was, as completely and utterly mental as it was, under the slight gravitational pull of the full moon, Emery Sonnets turned into a werewolf. It wasn't something he could help or even do anything about, he'd lived with it since he could remember. Not that he could remember too far back into his childhood, even if he strained his memory he could only remember his adopted family and his honorary adopted family.
"Oi! Sir, unless you want find yerself a good mile north o' where your supposed t' be, yeh better jump 'cos I ain’t slowing down."
Emery sighed, suddenly feeling pleased that he'd given the irritating youth a pocket watch which was about as useful as he was. Which wasn't at all. After a moment he just stepped of the cart, watching the farm hand's face fall when he didn't. He carried with him only a beaten-up rucksack that carried more tools than it actually should be carrying, it seemed to be made up of more patches than actual cloth and it was covered in smudges of soot. Everything Emery owned seemed to have some soot on it. A few more country roads and he'd actually be able to fix whatever damned contraption he was being paid to fix. At least the rain was letting up, it did little to dry him off. His hair was still plastered to his scalp.
He let himself into the farm yard, he couldn't see anything that on first glance needed fixing, though he'd find out sure enough. The place itself seemed to be a little more modern than the other's he'd seen from his short but rather irritating trip on the back of the cart. First off there didn't seem to be any yingshee, that was an upside. Despite only being a werewolf part of the time, it didn't mean he was completely free of the instincts even without fur. "Hey!" he shouted, getting bored of being alone. "Hey! Anyone?! Did I take a wrong turn or somethin'?" Now that he thought about it, it was more than possible. "Anyone here? I'm supposed to be fixing some industrial-scale farming equitment? Anyone home?" Emery really hoped he hadn't taken a wrong time, he could just see the rather attractive pay check getting uglier by the hour.
(Hee, my posts should get better, that one was all over the place. x3;; And if there's anything wrong I'll edit. The obscure title is because I was listening to this while writing it. x3;;)
Not far from where Emery stood was a large, black barn, its double doors slightly ajar. Following the impeccable appearance of the outside, the inside was neatly organized. Rakes, shovels, and other tools hung on racks along the wall. The stalls, currently empty of animals, were filled with fresh straw. The entire place smelled of dust and animal musk. In the center was a green and yellow tractor, the widely-known symbol for John Deere painted on its side. On top of the tractor, feet dangling over the side, was a young woman.
grounds, starting the occasional fire with an ill-timed burst of flame from the tips of his tail.
