Damnation

[Millica]

It all seemed a dream her body refused to awake from, a horrible nightmare that refused to let her go. Millica could only watch in absolute horror as her own claws and jaws eviscerated her latest catch, a young teenage male whom had went into the park for his evening jog. Inside, she wept for the boy. Her exterior however, displayed her ravenous appetite as her wolven form devoured large chunks of flesh, her tongue lapping at the warm, crimson nectar staining the grass and sidewalk. A scream drew her attention away from the kill, bits of entrails dangling from her open maw.

A woman, whom had been jogging as well, sealed her own fate the moment she made her fear audible. Launching herself through the air, primal instinct carried her through yet another vicious attack. Millie attempted to close her eyes, to divert her gaze away from her fangs crushing the woman's jugular. She couldn't stop it, this monster her consciousness resided within. Life left the woman, her final breath only a blood-choked gurgle. Dropping the victim and resting a paw firmly upon the woman's skull, crushing it, Millica howled at the tormenting moon.

It would be another hour before the pink, yellow, and orange hues of the sun would greet her, and with it, salvation from her dark curse. Finding herself naked and curled up beside a tree, Millie hugged her knees and rocked in unison with her sobs. Reality had returned and with it, the smell of death upon her hands and lips.

[Avocado]

The bright and early mornings in New Orleans had always been so warm and welcoming for Avocado. He sometimes wished he had the skills to paint, cause he saw some amazing things whenever he wondered about this city of the weird and wonderful.

He had baggy worn out jeans on and a simple plain black shirt over top his grey t-shirt, in all he looked like your average modern young adult.Well, maybe if it wasn't for his hair, Shirt in the back, long into front, black as night with deep red tips, it all messed over his slender pale face and deep eyes. His hands tucked into his pockets as he strolled along the path in the park.

He hummed, well.. not really, he actually was humming in his mind. Outwardly he was utterly silent, not even his shoes made a sound. He had his head bowed down low, starring at the ground ashe walked, no one usually bothered him. He paused when he thought he heard something, something...that tugged at him.

Lifting his head, Avocado then saw a figure, a female figure curled up under a tree, and there was a bitter sent in the air. He knew that smell, it was blood. Rushing over, he took off his shirt and threw it over her once he was close enough. Kneeling down, he tried to look her over to see if she was injured in any way, New Orleans at night was often a deadly time to be wondering.

[Millica]

The nightmare was finally over, at least for tonight. Millica had no illusions that she wouldn't experience such atrocities in the near future, but for now, she just wanted to go home. She desired nothing more than a hot bath to rid herself of the grime, perhaps some herbal tea, then finally snuggle into her warm bed to get some much needed rest. Despite the abnormally warm temperatures for winter, she shivered, for the lack of clothing and the exhaustion slowly overcoming her. Suddenly, something other than the wind touched her flesh.

Millie's immediate reaction to the young man's presence pressed her closer to the tree upon which she sought sanctuary, a gasp replacing the scream that wished to present itself. Her breathing became erratic and shallow, drying her tongue and throat, preventing her from speaking. Her fingers clutched at the shirt that had been draped over her, about to fling it away until she realized that this man was just trying to help. What she couldn't figure out though, was why? Hadn't he seen the remains of her meal or the drying and cracking crimson that stained her lips and fingers?

Millica watched him wearily, her cerulean eyes quivering in the fear that he had other intentions for her vulnerable form. Every time he looked at her, she shrank away, trying to use the shirt to keep herself covered from his prying eyes. As she watched though, she realized that he was simply checking for injuries. Millie gazed at her fingers and tears welled within her eyes. Retain composure, she told herself. Blushing slightly, finally coming to terms with her predicament, Millie turned away from the young man and drew the shirt over her head. Even with her shorter stature, the shirt only covered so much. It did cover her more sensitive areas however, coming down just over her thighs. "Thank you..." she finally managed to whisper to her rescuer.

[Avocado]

Once things seemed to have settled down abit, Avocado smiled when he heard her thank him. Licking his thumb, Avocado tried to show he wasn't bothered by her condition he had found her in by wiping away some dried blood from her chin with a small smile. he then tried to help her up to her feet, He knew that leaving her or anyone here wasn't a nice thing to do or a smart thing to do.

[Millica]

Millica felt almost secure in the smile that this strange man had offered her, even felt a swell of warmth grow within her at his hospitality. Millie's thought processing was still a bit fuzzy however, so the moment he licked his thumb and made a move toward her, she cringed, shrinking away from the trespassing digit. The man was stroking her chin now, either trying to calm her or kiss her. She wasn't sure which at the moment and so she ventured a glance. The young man was doing neither. He was tending to her, cleaning the filth from her chin. Her lips parted slightly in a desire to speak to her savior, but she just could not find the words. All she could do was smile.

Folding her legs underneath her, so that hopefully too much wouldn't show, Millica accepted this man's aid. Standing slowly, she wobbled slightly and rested her weight against him. Standing only five foot five and small framed, it wasn't much weight. It was then that she realized yet another problem that she'd have to overcome. Despite her disheveled state, there were those in the park whom would either point and laugh, turn her into the authorities for indecent exposure or worse, or take advantage of her predicament. She was only wearing a shirt after all.

Supporting her own weight, Millie tugged down on the shirt, making sure that it was covering everything. Satisfied that the hem was indeed resting just below her upper thighs, she drew her hands away. Fortunately, the caked blood upon her fingers had finally dried and left no lasting mark upon the clothing. The moment she'd get home and into the shower, she'd wash and dry the shirt for him. Millie only hoped to be able to return this favor, repay this nice raven-haired... she paused. In her fear and confusion, she hadn't noticed his hair at first, but not that she was calmer, and even a bit relaxed, she noticed that his hair had crimson ends. She started to reach up to one, but spotting the browning blood on her fingers, lowered her hands.

Her voice low and soft, Millie whispered to the man, "I'd hate to ask this of you, but in my current predicament, I'm afraid to go home on my own." A voice in her head screamed at her, told her that she didn't know this man and there was really no reason to trust him thus far. Millica silenced the voice, feeling that if he wanted to try something, he already would have. "I'll make it up to you somehow. Oh, I know! I'm a chef at La Crepe Nanou, so if you'd like, I could perhaps make you dinner sometime?" Realizing how giddy and silly she must look, especially since he hadn't even said 'yes' yet, Millie lowered her eyes and blushed profusely. "My apologies. If you'd simply like a bit of cash, I could do that as well, I suppose."

[Avocado]

Avocado made no reply, well he really couldn't, his mind was focused on getting her someplace safe and decent. He had no idea where she lived or how far... in fact he didn't really know her at all. Avocado kept his arms around her, for warmth and to keep her out of view of prying eyes as they walked through the park, back to where he had started from.

Once they pair of them had weaved through the winding path of the park, through trees, benches and avoided some of those early morning Joggers. Sitting silently by the park entrance was a grey car, nothing to excitable. Opening the side door, he let her in to the passenger side on the front. He then slipped around, dug for the keys and then get into the driver's side.

He was unsure how she felt about all this, he wanted to know her name at least. He put they keys in and started the car before he turned to her. He knew most wouldn't understand him if he tried to talk so he shifted so he was more comfortable looking at her and then pointed at her.

[Millica]

His silence was unsettling, causing Millie to wonder if she had done something wrong and if she had somehow offended this young man. Then there was the other option. What if he wasn't doing this just to be nice? What if this stranger actually did have some other sinister agenda for her? No, again, she didn't believe so. He had helped her, was helping her now by wrapping his arms about her to shield her from the biting winds and the glances from passing walkers and joggers. Oddly enough, she felt safer in his arms, safe enough to lean her head against his shoulder and wrap her own arms about his waist. The walk was awkward as she was leaning toward him. Stumbling only once, she managed to catch herself on his shoulder.

"Sorry..." she whispered meekly before continuing on through the park and to the grey vehicle. "Oh, thank you." Millica smiled as she climbed into the front seat, making sure that the shirt was still down over her thighs. Buckling her seat belt, she looked to the young man, still waiting for him to say something. It wasn't until he motioned to her that she realized why he was so quiet. Millie gasped and covered her lips with her hand, an automatic reaction as she had temporarily forgotten the blood coating her fingers. "I'm so sorry. I didn't realize," she whispered to her savior.

She felt like a heel. "I - I'm Millica Arenthis, but all my friends call me Millie." A bit embarrassed at her reaction and nervousness around this man, Millie lowered her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. "I'd... I'd like to know your name as well, but I'm not sure how to ask or - " She stopped and frowned, her cheeks reddening, looking out the window. She had probably just overstepped some boundary. Her voice soft and low, she explained how to get to her home, hoping that the offered ride was still a valid one. "It's not too far, only a few blocks down the road, but if you'd like me to get out here, I completely understand." She turned back to her rescuer, her desperation evident in her cerulean eyes.