MIAKODA
Something felt off.
Miakoda couldn't quite work out what exactly that something was but it wasn't right. Her Wolf prowled in her head, wanting more than ever to do a sweep of her territory. Massachusetts, Cambridge in particular, was a rather big hot spot for Creatures. Areas that had a lot of lore around them – Salem, Area 51, the Winchester House, the Shipwrecks of Mallows Bay in Maryland – they were considered 'safe' for Creatures who wish to be a little less rigid with their control. Certain territories that had been handed down through the generations come with their own 'ghost stories' for their town which gave them a little more leeway. Miakoda's wasn't exactly huge but there were a few Creatures that seemed rather content in having her establish and maintain a strong perimeter.
She found herself restless for the whole day. Miakoda couldn't focus on anything, so when her phone went with another text from Dave – going out for drinks at Whitney's, wanna come? – she didn't really want to stay cooped up. It was nearing the Full Moon anyway.
Yeah sure. What time for?
"Hopefully I don't regret this…" she muttered as she waited for him to text back the time, making her way up the stairs.
Whitney's Café was less of café and more of a bar. It was a dive bar really but the drinks were cheap and you got what you paid for. This meant she didn't really have to dress up per se but Miakoda opted for a royal blue v-neck t-shirt, black jeans, her bike jacket – since she would be taking the bike as it was easier to park – and her slightly heeled motor boots. Jumping in the shower quickly to wash her hair and shave, Miakoda scrubbed it a little with the towel before wandering into the bedroom.
She threw on a relatively nice bra and underwear set – a simple black lace pattern – before pulling on her jeans and the shirt, tucking it in a bit at the front before turning to her desk. Miakoda's desk in her room was for makeup mainly, along with her hair. If she did any writing, it was usually down in the kitchen, living room or library, places where she would actually get work done instead of potentially rolling over and having a nap. That struggle was an ongoing thing.
As she waited for her curling irons to heat up, Miakoda did a basic neutral smoky, winged liquid liner and decided to go with a darker lip. She usually went with just a gloss but decided to go 'fuck it' and went darker. It was going into autumn anyway. Messily curling her hair a little, just enough to give it texture, she made sure to turn the curler off and unplugged before she gathered her things.
The last thing that went with her ensemble was a necklace that linked back to her pack – she'd found it online having lost her original one in the Fire as it had been in her room. It was an obsidian stone, handcrafted into an arrowhead, edged with gold paint. Miakoda grabbed her lipstick, phone, cards and made sure that the curlers were on this side of cooling down before leaving it on the silicone mat, slipping everything into her leather wrist wallet. Clicking down the stairs, she shrugged on her jacket and gloves, took her bike keys off the hook and made her way into the garage.
On the seat of her bike, her helmet sat. Miakoda knew that a little road rash wasn't going to kill her – several Hunters had tried to take her out – but that doesn't necessarily mean that she wanted to experience it again. It also lessened suspicion. And it was illegal.
Swinging her leg over her bike, Miakoda settled her helmet on before pressing the button to her garage door on her keys before backing up. On her way to Whitney's, she looked about her at lights. Cambridge seemed a little…off. At least to her anyway. Like they were waiting for something. Maybe she was just being paranoid.
Miakoda parked easily and found herself a nice spot inside. The group that she usually went out with – not all that often mind, she could only take Dave's near-obsessive scent for so long – tried to always beat the regulars. She ordered a Smirnoff Ice and thanked the human that gave it to her.
"Letting your hair loose, Doc?" a familiar voice teased from her side and she turned to see one Dean Winchester, beer and burger in front of him, his brother by his other side who had the same except with a salad and not chips.
"I'm 27." She grinned a little around the top of her bottle, "I'm having what the young'uns these days call a 'night out'. Thought you two would've skipped town by now."
"Sammy wanted to nip in on some lectures."
"If you want," Miakoda raised an eyebrow to the taller, younger Winchester, "I can ask you to give me an essay, with referencing if you're really missin' out on the whole college experience?"
Sam laughed a little into his plate, fork with tomato in hand, "Maybe not that bit."
"Trust me, am I glad that I don't do International Marketing. There's probably only so many reports I can read on the same topic before I want to claw my eyes out. Oh," she gestured with her bottle as her comment got a laugh from them both, "Evdokiya, she's in my lecture and tutorials now. Some of her essays that she's given me about the lore in Bulgaria are rather interesting."
"Why did she decide to do that?" Dean asked, swallowing down his burger bite with a bit of beer.
Miakoda shrugged, leaning on her forearms, closer to the two of them so that she could talk quieter, "Maybe after what she went through, she wants to make more sense of it. I don't see her going down your paths but I think she wants to understand why she got chosen. I just enjoy having new material to read; there are only so many points of views on North American lore that I can take."
"I thought one aspect of your degree was Ancient civilizations?" Sam asked, with a raised eyebrow in amusement. She hummed around a mouthful of her drink, nodding a little.
"Yup." She began to pick at the label on the front of the bottle. "the influx of supernatural based books though, they've caused kids to think that it's only American that has them when in reality, a lot of the lore that America has, has been brought over from Europe when they began to colonise. Tribes still have their lore, their own stories but they're kinda locked down tight. You have to either marry in or be born a part of them to get to hear them."
That little tip bit had gotten a little bit of an interest in the two. "Doc!"
Miakoda's eyes slid shut in regret. "Oh joy."
Sam cocked his head. "How many PhDs do you have?"
"Two. Ancient Civilisations and Folklore and another in Archaeology." She smiled and saw the others come in after Dave. She sighed heavily.
Dean laughed a little. "What? Man not good enough for you?"
"Wouldn't know how to read body language even if someone spelt it out for him more like it." She sighed and got up, helmet and jacket in hand. She patted Dean on the back of the overshirt covered shoulder. "Enjoy your food, gentlemen. Don't die."
She shook Sam's hand after he wiped it on his napkin and took her bottle over to the table. Giving the humans an awkward wave, Miakoda near sneezed due to the vast amount of cologne that Dave had on. Add to that, his lust and eagerness, along with his lack of personal space, Miakoda nearly felt smothered.
She didn't stay long. Enough to finish the drink she'd brought and eat a few of the bits of bar food that they'd ordered so she'd looked sober enough to drive safely back home before using the excuse of having to start writing the midterm as her get-out-of-jail card.
Miakoda rested a little against the brick wall behind her. Tirawa, she thought to herself as she double-checked that she had everything, before pulling on her jacket, making her way to her bike, why could the man not take a hint?
"You weren't kidding." Dean's slightly amused but angered voice came from the right of her and she looked to him. Or rather up at him as she'd just straddled her bike.
Miakoda slung her helmet over the handlebars and rested her hands on the tank, staring at Dean, eyebrow rising. "One of these days, I'll knock some sense into him but in all honesty, Dean, I'd rather he be focusing on me and not potentially endangering one of my younger students. Who are they going to believe more if he gets reported? A fourth-year student, just wanting to relax after midterms and amidst thesis proposals or a well-respected lecturer that's become well known on campus even back when she was just starting? I don't enjoy it; frankly, the amount of cologne alone that he puts on might be a contender for one of the reasons for Climate Change, but I can protect myself."
He relented, surprisingly and stepped back to allow her to put her helmet on. She flicked up the visor. "Okay." Dean knew when to leave women be but he'd seen the glint in the guy's face and it wasn't sitting well. "Ride safe, Doc."
"You stay safe, Winchester. You and your brother both." She smiled and turned the key on the best she sat on. It purred to life after Miakoda twisted the throttle and she flicked the visor down before she was gone.
"She's so cool…"
Going out with 'friends' had done fuck all in helping her try to harness that 'what the fuck is going on?' feeling that she had going on.
Miakoda found herself stalking through the house, pyjamas on but feeling like she was going to rip out of her skin. Her Wolf wanted to shift but there was something off outside and warning signs were going off in her head. The Winchesters didn't seem to pose that big of a threat to her if she kept her head down and offered them support and advice but she still felt restless.
Growling a sigh, Miakoda stalked into her bedroom and sat on her bed. Slow deep breathe in for four seconds. Hold for three seconds. Release for seven. Repeat. She did this breathing exercise for just over a minute or two when, on a whim, she checked the Pack Bond she had established with Evdokiya. Fear bled into her mouth, acrid and metallic.
At that result, it not only clicked what had been making her unsettled but also immediate worry over what had happened to the woman. It was late at night, near early morning rather, so it wouldn't exactly be common courtesy to just pop in for a chat to see if Evdokiya was alright. Her Wolf near clawed for control at the thought. Humans were so strange.
Miakoda knew though, that with the Winchesters probably not being too far from the city, losing control and scaring the shit out of a near victim wouldn't be very good.
She could, however, work out what Evdokiya was though.
With that in mind, the Wolf was soothed and the Doctor came forth to examine it like she would anything else. With research. Miakoda snatched her laptop up and the idea of sleep melted away.
