As the sidewalk, that was still warm from the day, slowly cooled under the harsh light of the full moon, a cloaked figure made its way through the shadows. Depending on the person looking, the figure would probably appear to them as an annoyed girl in a hoody, or a homeless woman wrapped in a cover. Either way, it was clear that the person didn't want to talk, and so the people on the street hurried on, some of the more perceptive ones looking back at her just one more time, but in the end leaving her alone.

It was a good thing they did, as Ireane was not in a good mood. Her feet hit the ground at every step as if she was trying to crush whatever was beneath them, her face, or whatever was left of it, in a perpetual scowl. As she made her way to the park where Roger told her to meet up with him, she growled softly. He knew she didn't like full moons, when half her face was reduced to rotten flesh and bones, when sores covered her skin and her voice cracked. Even though she had stayed in the shadow until now, she already looked like one of the old paintings she had seen of Hel, the daughter of the Norse god Loki. She felt like it too. No, tonight was not the best time to meet with their Alpha. Yet he had told her to come, and she would listen.

She growled again, suddenly overcome with the desire to change. If only there was nobody around, if only her transformation was a bit more common... She turned around the corner and entered the park. Green trees all around hid it from the world outside, made it a perfect place for their meeting. Other than most of the parks she had seen lately, this one had no bright colored children's playgrounds, no sandboxes or tiles. The place was a showcase of human's work with nature, and although it had been tamed for sure, the end result was beautiful. Flowers and bushes were placed around in a seemingly random fashion, but balanced each other out perfectly. Special attention had been given to creating an illusion of the park never ending. Each time you would think you were done, another grassy field would be found. A surprising feat, considering the small size of the park. Of course, everything had to be lighted brightly to keep drug dealers and other unsavory people out of the place, and the bright lights somewhat ruined the romantic appeal of the park. Still, something about it kept its magic to her, and normally she would have purred at the scenery. Right now however, all she saw was the open square at the middle. She stood still for a second, dreading to leave the shadow. [i]This was childish,[/i] she reminded herself, [i]go out there and smile.[/i]

As she emerged from the shadows and headed over to the fountain where Roger was standing, she felt her skin dry up and crackle. She tried to ignore it, refusing to look at her reflection in the fountain as she stopped next to Roger and leaned into the fountain.
[i]"I'm here, what is it that you needed me for?"[/i] It came out harsher than she had hoped, her mood leaking out even though she tried to hide it. She added a smile to make sure Roger didn't misunderstand her intentions.