Freya Jayne Vaughn (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
luckyescape) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
itsawolfthing2016-10-06 12:23 pm
luckyescape) wrote in itsawolfthing2016-10-06 12:23 pm
Freya & Derek: Scene 1 Awkward Hellos
Life was a series of unexplained events. That was how Freya saw it anyway and while a part of her begged, wished and prayed to know the more rational part of her told her to stay away from it. Nothing good could come of diving into the past. The dark shadow still haunted her dreams and she remembered the scent of the blood and rain as she clung to her mother’s side. She’d been running since however things grew more tenuous as word of a werewolf began to spread through whispers and murmurs. She’d done so well but now, whatever it was that tried to kill her family, knew she wasn’t dead.
It was a scary thought and one that kept Freya moving faster than ever. She was used to being alone at this point, always looking over her shoulder, sleeping at most a few hours at a time. She used to spend months in a single place before moving on but now she felt as if she was always running, always on edge. She didn’t even know what she was running from. It was just a shadow and it’d been years ago. If she was lucky they’d lost interest in her pack now that it was a pack of one.
When she entered Beacon Hills she paused. It was easy to tell when she'd wandered into someone else's territory, it's a smell thing. She kept moving forward, her backpack slung over her shoulder. If she got to a crowded area it wouldn’t matter whose territory this was, there were still laws and werewolves usually had to be discreet. Freya didn’t actually know what she’d find or perhaps she'd pass by completely unnoticed. The streets were more deserted than she liked and she quickly rerouted though she had no idea where she actually was. She had a map but she'd consult that later.
Her fingers tightened around the straps of her ratty backpack while the breeze gathered and pushed at her long wheat colored hair. Summery gray eyes flicked at any sign of motion. She wore a tight black tank top that had ACDC in white letters across the front. Her pants were also black with an array of zippers and pockets to keep the most ADD child entertained. They clung to her hips while falling in straight lines down to her boots. She didn’t ever bother with a underwear, if only because it was faster to shift without it.
[ooc note: Freya has a lot of tattoos'... she got them by asking someone to imbed silver ink into her skin with a silver needle. Just cuz. It's all HERE. As well as what she smells like. Also let me know if this is okay.]
It was a scary thought and one that kept Freya moving faster than ever. She was used to being alone at this point, always looking over her shoulder, sleeping at most a few hours at a time. She used to spend months in a single place before moving on but now she felt as if she was always running, always on edge. She didn’t even know what she was running from. It was just a shadow and it’d been years ago. If she was lucky they’d lost interest in her pack now that it was a pack of one.
When she entered Beacon Hills she paused. It was easy to tell when she'd wandered into someone else's territory, it's a smell thing. She kept moving forward, her backpack slung over her shoulder. If she got to a crowded area it wouldn’t matter whose territory this was, there were still laws and werewolves usually had to be discreet. Freya didn’t actually know what she’d find or perhaps she'd pass by completely unnoticed. The streets were more deserted than she liked and she quickly rerouted though she had no idea where she actually was. She had a map but she'd consult that later.
Her fingers tightened around the straps of her ratty backpack while the breeze gathered and pushed at her long wheat colored hair. Summery gray eyes flicked at any sign of motion. She wore a tight black tank top that had ACDC in white letters across the front. Her pants were also black with an array of zippers and pockets to keep the most ADD child entertained. They clung to her hips while falling in straight lines down to her boots. She didn’t ever bother with a underwear, if only because it was faster to shift without it.
[ooc note: Freya has a lot of tattoos'... she got them by asking someone to imbed silver ink into her skin with a silver needle. Just cuz. It's all HERE. As well as what she smells like. Also let me know if this is okay.]
no subject
He turned away from the city proper heading more toward the preserve and where the Hale House sat. "Not right noe, but if you stick around we'll see what we can come up with," he said, leaving it open that she might be able to linger around if she wanted. So long as she didn't clash too much with the pack. Not that he thought she would. Surely Erica and Cora would be happy to no longer be the only two female wolves.
no subject
Her fingers drummed softly against her knee as she turned her gaze towards the fleeing world outside the car window. She wondered if they were almost there. What was the house like? She was used to large werewolf families but it's been years. A painful tug pulled at her chest when she thought about her family. She'd been on her own for a very long time.
She kept her voice even and light despite the depressing direction of her thoughts. "Let me know. I can tune up cars too, if you want me to take a look at yours." Being a mechanic came in handy, despite the fact that Freya never owned a car. "I'm going to assume we're almost there." Only because they've been driving for a while. "Anything I should do when I get there or should I stick to you like a little lost puppy." She was only half joking. She'll probably stick close to him, if only because it's not her home but then, Freya's been known to wander off if something really interesting catches her eye.
no subject
Scott and Stiles were arguing and practicing lacrosse in the backyard with Jackson. They paused as he pulled in and the two more friendly of the three waved toward them, but then the three continued in what equaled their form of practice.
"I'll keep that in mind, but I mostly do the work myself." He was protective of his Camaro. He then got out of the car expecting her to follow. Various cars in varying conditions were parked in the stone lot at the end of the drive off to the side of the house. "Tonight you can just settle in. The first night you're a guest. Tomorrow we'll figure out the rest." He then motioned for her to follow him inside.
Isaac, Boyd and erica were milling about in the kitchen area talking when they came in and looked curiously at Freya. "We have a guest. This is Freya, she'll be staying with a bit." Isaac asked how long and Derek just shrugged. then introduced them to Freya.
"Isaac, show her to one of the free rooms and give her a tour of the place." His eyes then narrowed at Erica. "Did you remember the chicken?"
Erica rolled her eyes and leaned against Boyd. "I only forgot once. .. Yes, I did. Your dinner plans will not be ruined."
Walking in toward the kitchen he patted her head along the way, getting a small smile and a huff from the girl.
no subject
It was a very big house and she suddenly felt very small. She pulled herself from the car and looked over at the boys playing outside. It really did feel like a family home. It was a little uncomfortable but Freya swallowed the feeling and walked forward.
It was surprising how readily they accepted a guest. Though Freya wasn't really going to question it. Unless this was some weird cult.
"Hi." She waved a hand at those in the kitchen before looking up at Derek. "You have a long passionate relationship with chicken?" She asked before glancing around the kitchen. It looked like a pretty standard kitchen with a lot of food. It hurt a little, to see how everyone interacted. They were a family and Freya realized that she missed that. She was happy that Derek didn't mention her last name, she really didn't want to go threw being seen as the last of her family again.
"I'll follow you then." She gestured towards Isaac. "After you." She had no idea where she was going.