Thud!
Nate slowly picked himself up from the motel floor. Looking down, he saw a pair of claws where his hands should be. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, trying to relax himself. Slowly, his body regained its human shape.
"This place stinks," He thought to himself as he stood up, yawning.
Only a few days here, and already he was tired of it. Sleep was now out of the question, hell, he was lucky to have gotten the hour or so he had managed. Humans, how could they stand this style of living? It was as if they built their whole lives around pretending they were something they weren't. Nephrem...no, 'Nate', his name was 'Nate', simply because the humans around here weren't comfortable with names that weren't bland...Nate decided that this style of living was far too overrated. There was only so long he could go on pretending that the nearby stench of Wyrm was not keeping his whole body on edge, constantly on the alert for some vague, undefined, yet palpable threat, preventing him from achieving any level of real relaxation.
Looking out the window, Nate noticed the sky had gone from a deep indigo to a lighter blue hue. Putting on his sweater, and tightening the hood around his pale white hair, Nate prepared to head out into the crisp morning air. Normally, he would have preferred to wear his cloak, but while it would elicit no comment in his homeland, here, apparently such articles of clothing aroused suspicion. Closing and locking the door behind him, Nate journeyed out into the pre-dawn glow.
Sleep, he still needed it. Normally, he would sleep during the daylight hours, for practical reasons, but as of late, the stink of Wyrm permeating the motel he was in had kept his surival instincts going at full bore, preventing him from getting any rest. Now, though, the lack of sleep was beginning to get to him. Looking about, Nate searched for a location that would be both free of the smell of Wyrm, and be protected from the harsh glare of the sun. The fact that it was far too easy for him to burn in the sunlight was a large factor in his nocturnal lifestyle. It was ironic how he resembled the walking dead that his tribe was at bitter war with.
That girl though, was he mistaken? He had been certain she was Garou, but apparently she was ignorant of her own gifts. Hmm, perhaps he had misread her. Still though, in case he was right, he would keep an eye on her. Normally, he'd be content to leave others to their own fates, but with her, he saw something...well, whatever it was, it had caught his interest. When she went through her first change, he had this strange feeling that he should be there to protect her. Why? Who knew, so long as it didn't interfere with his own mission too much, he didn't have much issue with watching over her. With time, perhaps, the answers would come.