Placing the key in the ignition, he started the old truck, it as revamped to hold a decent sized engine, and converted from a 3sp to a 5sp. Not hard labor, especially since he did it himself. Mostly, anything that needed to be done, he found himself finding a way to get it done. He saw it as he was a part time doctor, for he was usually on-call most of the time. He found now, as he was getting older that he wanted to take his time trying to sort out his life. That's why he came back home, not only to find Collette, who he knew would never leave the city, but to begin the next chapter in his life.
The trips abroad were nice, but something kept calling him home, to serve the others like him. It was time he sought the companionship of a woman, and the sanctity of a pack. To serve someone, and provide them with the experiments he had been working on. His last trip, nearly 150 Kenya's were killed, because of 'bad genes' as he referred to it. One thing was for sure, the game over sea's was much better then here. It was back to pigeons and rats, until he could figure out the more for his pawn on the board.
Placing his foot to the petal, he headed to the Francesca Hotel on the other side of the city, if anything, he could talk to Noctavia, and see where he would go from there. Speeding towards the highway, he shifted effortlessly, and found himself there at a moments notice, unprepared for what his life would become and where it would be going. "Knight to Queen, your move Noctavia." He said as he parked the truck, pulling the emergency brake sharply, and leaving the truck running.
The truck idled as he looked at the front walkway, the stairs, grass, building; it was all prestine. Just like he had imagined it from the stories of others who've stayed, passed by, or retold generation after generation. If anything, the hotel had a makeover, certain things were more modern. This was heaven compared to Kenya, where he last visited. It was as if he was trying to buy property on the isles of Bermuda, only within the compounds of city limits. The wind blew past him, his hair whipping around to the right following the breeze. His suit and tie were black upon the background of a white button up, and his slacks were black and tailored to his length. The shine on his shoes was that of his fathers training, the brute was active military his whole life, something Finnley never wanted. All Finn ever wanted was to help others in need, but living up to his father's expectations was more than he could ever imagine.
Finnley flashed back to a prior event in his life, the last image he had of his father was pulling the life from his body. The trucker never saw him for a man, only the beast that took over him. That night in the rain, my father lay transforming before the man. It's rather difficult to hide a truck in the middle of the Arizona desert, but if anything he did it. Blamed the injury on a coyote pack, and eventually after surgery and countless other procedures, Finnley had to make the best decision, and that was to end his fathers life. He only strived more, in the name of his father, to make werewolves: faster, better, and stronger. So that event like this, never happen. To become a supreme being. It was only a dream, right.
Finnley turned his shoulder to see a man in a bell hop uniform collecting his bags from the back of the truck, and a young boy hopping into his car, his uniform stating Valet Driving. Quickly he looked at his watch and approached the automatic doors, entering the lobby. The Doctor looked around the room, various couches and tables mapped out an open floor plan. It was mostly white and chrome, very sleek and modern. Finnley was mesmerized at the genuine feeling he received from the hotel. He would be so happy here if given the chance. The possibilities he could maintain, there was so much land for him to open a small side office, specifically for the other werelings and employees of the hotel. Making a mental note, he would approach Noctavia about this later, if he was accepted. He scanned the room once more, searching for the beautiful dark haired Alphess.
There at the front desk sat a young brunette, she was perky and cute, but certainly not his type. He would rather have eaten her than done anything romantic with her. This thought made him smile, as his cunning smile parted, his words seductively entranced the woman to his attention. "I am looking for Noctavia Dark, can you tell her that Dr. Finnley Beckstrom is awaiting her company in the Lobby. You may inform her that I will be getting myself a drink from the bar. Thank you, Miss." He sharply turned away from the girl leaving her flustered in her sitting position, her face scarlet red as she fumbled for the phone. He felt like an asshole throwing her off her game, but she made the call to the Alphess. The moment she hung up the phone, another female approached him, this time asking him what his flavor of the week was? Certainly not her, he said to himself, as he ordered Vodka and Redbull to adjust to the atmosphere, and patiently await the beautiful Noctavia.
The trips abroad were nice, but something kept calling him home, to serve the others like him. It was time he sought the companionship of a woman, and the sanctity of a pack. To serve someone, and provide them with the experiments he had been working on. His last trip, nearly 150 Kenya's were killed, because of 'bad genes' as he referred to it. One thing was for sure, the game over sea's was much better then here. It was back to pigeons and rats, until he could figure out the more for his pawn on the board.
Placing his foot to the petal, he headed to the Francesca Hotel on the other side of the city, if anything, he could talk to Noctavia, and see where he would go from there. Speeding towards the highway, he shifted effortlessly, and found himself there at a moments notice, unprepared for what his life would become and where it would be going. "Knight to Queen, your move Noctavia." He said as he parked the truck, pulling the emergency brake sharply, and leaving the truck running.
The truck idled as he looked at the front walkway, the stairs, grass, building; it was all prestine. Just like he had imagined it from the stories of others who've stayed, passed by, or retold generation after generation. If anything, the hotel had a makeover, certain things were more modern. This was heaven compared to Kenya, where he last visited. It was as if he was trying to buy property on the isles of Bermuda, only within the compounds of city limits. The wind blew past him, his hair whipping around to the right following the breeze. His suit and tie were black upon the background of a white button up, and his slacks were black and tailored to his length. The shine on his shoes was that of his fathers training, the brute was active military his whole life, something Finnley never wanted. All Finn ever wanted was to help others in need, but living up to his father's expectations was more than he could ever imagine.
Finnley flashed back to a prior event in his life, the last image he had of his father was pulling the life from his body. The trucker never saw him for a man, only the beast that took over him. That night in the rain, my father lay transforming before the man. It's rather difficult to hide a truck in the middle of the Arizona desert, but if anything he did it. Blamed the injury on a coyote pack, and eventually after surgery and countless other procedures, Finnley had to make the best decision, and that was to end his fathers life. He only strived more, in the name of his father, to make werewolves: faster, better, and stronger. So that event like this, never happen. To become a supreme being. It was only a dream, right.
Finnley turned his shoulder to see a man in a bell hop uniform collecting his bags from the back of the truck, and a young boy hopping into his car, his uniform stating Valet Driving. Quickly he looked at his watch and approached the automatic doors, entering the lobby. The Doctor looked around the room, various couches and tables mapped out an open floor plan. It was mostly white and chrome, very sleek and modern. Finnley was mesmerized at the genuine feeling he received from the hotel. He would be so happy here if given the chance. The possibilities he could maintain, there was so much land for him to open a small side office, specifically for the other werelings and employees of the hotel. Making a mental note, he would approach Noctavia about this later, if he was accepted. He scanned the room once more, searching for the beautiful dark haired Alphess.
There at the front desk sat a young brunette, she was perky and cute, but certainly not his type. He would rather have eaten her than done anything romantic with her. This thought made him smile, as his cunning smile parted, his words seductively entranced the woman to his attention. "I am looking for Noctavia Dark, can you tell her that Dr. Finnley Beckstrom is awaiting her company in the Lobby. You may inform her that I will be getting myself a drink from the bar. Thank you, Miss." He sharply turned away from the girl leaving her flustered in her sitting position, her face scarlet red as she fumbled for the phone. He felt like an asshole throwing her off her game, but she made the call to the Alphess. The moment she hung up the phone, another female approached him, this time asking him what his flavor of the week was? Certainly not her, he said to himself, as he ordered Vodka and Redbull to adjust to the atmosphere, and patiently await the beautiful Noctavia.
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