<div class="floatright">(http://s12.favim.com/orig/160906/brock-o-hurn-Favim.com-4704462.png) </div><strong>NAME:</strong>Troy McNair<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>October 30th - very early morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Gardens<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Libby<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong><br/><br/>It wasn't really early for him - just very, very late. Troy had been having trouble sleeping the last few days. His bed, his room - just reminded him of the one woman who he would probably be thinking of and pinning over for the rest of his life. Mates didn't always accept each other. There was a strong pull, a stronger connection - but it wasn't guaranteed. That's how it had gone with one of his uncles. And the man was alive, was whole, but was hardly sane or doing well.<br/><br/>So Troy ran, ran to try and see if he could expel this nervous, gut wrenching energy that wouldn't let him rest. He would normally do that in his hybrid form but even the thought of changing made him feel sick. He had tried to change earlier but... something was blocking it. Troy laughed sickly, he had a guess as to what.<br/><br/>Tired of the normal paths, Troy found a spot where he could do hurdle like jumps over a row of hedges in an not-often used corner of the gardens. He made his tenth jump in a row and decided to take a break in a shady spot. He started to walk calmly, quietly, letting his breath slow towards something like a meditative state when....<em>shit!</em><br/><br/>He backed up behind a large tree and turned to spy .... her. Even if she looked different than the last time he'd seen her, her smell was intoxicatingly familiar.<br/><br/><strong>"Awaken" <br/>"Drink"</strong><br/><br/><em>What was she doing?!?</em>Troy hung back and watched in horror as the bird came to life and then... attacked her! He was freaked out and yet, Libby seemed calm, annoyed, but not entirely surprised. She bent over of his books and seemed undaunted in her task. Troy continued to watch quietly.