To most, today was lovely. The sun was shining, it was warm out, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Birds were singing and making nests, and spring was but a day away. It was a perfect day to be outside, doing normal, mundane things.

To Morlos, all the population was frightening. Today couldn't be worse, even with the sun shining and the birds singing. Actually, the birds singing was quite obnoxious, and his wolf side rather wished he could jump up in the tree and snack on the birds.

I could, you know... the wolf reminded him, with a smirk. Shut up, you. Morlos shot back at the thing, coldly. He wasn't in the mood for it to bother him right now, and just stuffed it into an empty corner of his mind, where it would actually shut up, although he knew it was lurking somewhere.

His black hair was as neat as he could keep it today, with pieces falling into his chillingly icy eyes. He needed a haircut, or something other, to keep it out of his eyes. He hated that he could never see with it in his way.

His clothes were nothing special. At all. A red shirt two sizes too big, and some jeans that were well-worn. His sneakers were two sizes too small, and had various holes in them. Underneath them, he had no socks.

He was sitting in the dirt, with no gloves or hat on, and his hands were red from the cold. He was carefully shaded by a rather large oak tree, and looked as if he were taking a nap under it. His arms were wrapped around his knees, and his forehead was on his knees. The golden hoop earrings he wore were covered by his black hair, which, despite Morlos' best efforts, was still messy.

He wasn't bad looking, really. He was actually sort of pretty, in the way a teenage boy usually is. He was just sort of dishevelled, and was concerned he looked awkward out here. But if there was one thing he could do without, it was company. With him, one's enough company, and two's a crowd.

Bright sun; warm weather, but Chantal didn't notice. As a matter of fact it could have been a tornado tearing across the park and Chantal, more than likely, wouldn't have cared. Because, Chantal never cared about such things. There was only one thing she cared about in this world, and she'd almost killed it the other night. That was why she was here, in this park, walking, alone. She couldn't bear to look at her sister right now, not after what had happened. Or rather, Chantal didn't want to be home when her sister got out of school. Chantal just couldn't handle it right now.

Chan was wearing jeans today, black, she didn't really like them but nothing else was clean; a longsleeved tan shirt; shoes were green, sandals. She wore no jewlery, just hadn't thought to put anything on before she left the apartment. Her pockets were empty save for an empty pack of cigerettes that she really should throw away but for some reason ... hadn't. Chan had no wallet, as she never did carry identification with her unless she really needed to.

With an irritated sigh, she quickly brushed rose colored hair away from her eyes, pushing the strand behind her ear in a rather vain attempt to keep it there. Chantal couldn't remember why she'd dyed it that color in the first place, just on a whim she supposed. Not that it mattered, nothing mattered except ... Lyn. But Chantal couldn't speak to her sister and even if she hadn't nearly killed her a few nights ago, Chantal couldn't talk to her sister. Because, Lyn ... she didn't speak.

Head down, hands in pockets she walked. Trying to not think about the past; what she'd become. Chan hated herself for what she was, and that there was nothing she could do about it. And she hated herself even more because of the simple fact that, she was doing a rather poor job in begin a good sister. Chan could barely take care of herself, let alone anyone else. But, with parents dead and no other family to lean on, the task had fallen to her.

Still walking, she tried to ignore people as they walked past her. Most in a hurry to get somewhere or the other. Chantal grew tired of it all soon enough, and had turned heading for the treeline. Her pace quickened, then stopped as she decided to lean back against a tree. As of yet, she hadn't noticed that there was someone just at the other side of the very tree she leaned against. Even if Chantal had noticed him, she wouldn't have cared.

A robin flapped its wings, fluttering in the air, and then slowly made its way to the ground, beside Morlos, who was sulking. After a minute or two, it eventually fluttered back into the air, and perched on Morlos' shoulder, as if it were his bird, and he had trained it to do so.

"Go 'way, bird." Morlos scowled, shooing the pretty little robin away with a hand. It wasn't like the robin would understand, but he was in a rather sour mood, and didn't care. "Let me 'lone," he muttered, and the creature took to its wings and flew off.

Morlos, actually, really wished he had gotten the chance to eat one of those stupid, obnoxious birds. It wasn't just the fact that he thought they were annoying, it was just that he was so hungry...

As if on cue, and to remind him, his stomach rumbled, and he had the sense to poke it. "Stupid thing..." he mumbled, irritated.

He fixed his attention on the ground, steady, glacier gaze never moving after that.

He let out a sigh, and it was quite obvious that Chantal's presence wasn't apparent to him yet. He'd like to think that he was still human, although everything about him, personally shouted 'no!' in every way possible.

But his senses... those should have been sharper. Only, they were, he was simply ignoring them. Except, of course, for the sound of the bird's singing and chirping being amplified. Such a raucous noise could never be ignored.

Guess it's ok that Morlos didn't notice Chantal, because Chantal didn't notice Morlos. They were in a mutual state of not noticing the other. Not that it mattered, really. Chantal, she was staring at another bird, as it hopped across the grass and towards her. She didn't feel like eating one. They were annoying, though. Chantal put a hand in her jean's pocket, and took the empty pack from it. Crumbling it into a ball she threw it at the bird. Really, she expected the bird to fly off at that. It didn't though. Instead it tilted it's feathered head to the side and regarded the trash with a blink. Then, the stupid thing picked up the trash and flew off with it. Chantal wondered if the crow thought it was shiny enough. Ah, well.

She nearly jumped at a voice behind her, and slowly peered over the side of the tree. Funny how she never noticed the guy there before. Suppose she was just so lost in thought, as to not notice. "Annoying, little critters. Aren't they?" The comment was in regards to the birds flitting around.

You see, Morlos was very easily scared. The reason he was easily scared... was, well... for one, he was terribly paranoid of people, and for two, was... very paranoid of people.

So, you must understand, that his reaction to being spoken to was completely normal on every aspect.

At a voice, he instinctively almost rolled backward, but instead, shuddered and fell sideways onto the ground. It wasn't so much as her presence that bothered him, but the general fact that he hadn't heard her approach the spot next to him.

The first expression that registered on his face was surprise, and then fear. Lots of fear. Scared. So scared.

"Y-yeah. Annoying."

How was Chantal supposed to know the guy would be scared so easily? She couldn't, that was al lthere is to it. Not that she realyl cared that she'd scared him. Chantal wasn't in the best of moods today, so se really didn't care about much of anything. She'd move to the other side of the tree, leaning against it on one shoulder. Watching the other. He seemed ... jumpy. "What're you so scared of? Me?" Chantal had to ask because, honestly the scent of fear annoyed her. Almost made her want to sneeze. But she didn't.

Morlos didn't relax. "Heh... I guess." he shrugged. If Morlos knew she didn't care, he wouldn't have took it personally. He hadn't cared about a lot of things, really. And anyway, having people sneak up on you isn't the greatest thing in the world, even when they're not even trying to sneak up on you. He was still scared.

And now irritated, because she was invading his space. Like... you know, 'my space, not yours, and leave me the hell alone'?. I thought so.

"Err..." Chantal blinked. That ... was not exactly the kind of answer she expected. Well, what kind of answer she expected, she didn't really know. But she never expected to hear anyone say they were afraid of her. Well, not in this form anyhow. Well, other wise, no one ever actually said anything if they saw Chantal's ... 'other self'. People she ran across when she was like that usually ... always. Wound up dead. Something Chantal, of course, regrets still.

Giving a mental shrug, Chantal turned away, her back against the tree. Though she would've understood the whole territory thing, Chantal didn't really feel like going anywhere else at the moment. Maybe she's just beign stubborn or something ... I dunno.

“Could you please… ah, uhm, move? Somewhere else?” So Morlos isn’t very shy when he wants something, and doesn’t keep things to himself. He voices his thoughts, and that’s the end of that. He turned over, as much as he could in that position, and sighed.

“If you don’t, then that’s cool, I guess.”

(Sorry for crappy post and long wait.)

Nah ... Anyhow I haven't actually been .. .that ... active. Heh ^^;

Normally, Chan would have left at that, seeing as how she made the guy uncomfortable. But for some reason, she was in a rather ill mood today. Too bad, poor Morlos is going to be the one Chantal takes her frustrations out on. ...Not saying the girl is violent or anything. But she is not going to just leave. Nah, she thinks she'll stick around for a bit longer. "Eh." She shrugged lightly, and slid down the tree. Seated on the grass now, her back still leaned against the tree. She was a tad disappointed when the guy said it was cool if she didn't want to leave. Her previous goal now tossed aside for the time being, she decided to attempt converstion. Chantal hasn't actually gotten a chance to talk to anyone for long. For many reason. "Name's Chantal. Some call me Chan, though a few call me Tal." She drew ne knee to her chest, and started to idly trace a hand in the dirt at her feet. "Can I learn the name of the guy who's tree I am sharing?"

Poor Morlos indeed. He'd rather wallow in his self-pity alone, muttering 'woe is me', than have to have company. To Morlos, 'one's company, but two's a crowd'. Too bad that Chantal wouldn't move.

Morlos didn't want to talk, even though he rarely got to. Generally, people's reactions to him were, 'ew, a hobo! Don't go near him!' or scared, when he was in his other form. But it worked out, seeing as he was more afraid of people than they were of him.

He curled, perhaps tighter, into that ball of his, with a sigh.

"Morlos." How's that for barely talking?