An: Apparently my brain wont shut up about this. I think I'm terribly bored.

As you might notice, Vivi is hardly the brightest in the box when it come to looking at this situation like an actual game. She's just too hyped up for being a werewolf.

The moon shone bright in the sky, round and luminous as it cast it's rays across the treetops of the wolf's land. She ran free, cantering across the rich, leaf littered earth. Between shadowed roots she weaved, queen of the land and—

BRRRING BRING!

The newly reborn Vivienne yelped, leg jolting off the edge of her mattress as she shot straight from sleep to the edge of wakefulness. Her hand shot outward, a snarl twisting across her lips as she slapped the offending attacker away where it thudded deep into a wall and fell silent. It took her a moment, chest heaving with adrenaline, before she realized where she was- and what she was exactly. Oh, well that was certainly a wakeup call. The golden glow of her eyes faded slowly, until only her natural amber hue remained as she blearily peered across the barely lit room to stare at her newly... indisposed alarm clock. Huh, that was new.

Bing!

[You have slept in a safe zone! Your HP and MP have been fully restored!]

Vivienne yawned wolfishly, swiping the notice lazily into the abyss as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. That's right, she died and started a new life last night-ish. She was Vivienne now...tall, sexy Vivienne. She blinked. In a flash, the covers were yanked away as she bounded to her feet, bending half over as she peered at her much longer legs. "Swe—et!" She murmured, momentarily surprised as her voice came out equally as different as she now appeared. Her toes wiggled, curling under to bury themselves in the wooly rug at her feet. Fuck yeah she really was tall! Everything in the room proved it, looking ever so tiny with her new position of hovering heads above her previous height. And to think...if she just wore two inch heels. Six foot badass here she came.

"Vivi darling, if you don't hurry you'll be late for your run!"

The newly reincarnated woman snapped her head towards the door at the sudden voice, one obviously from another part of the house. It was faint...yet she could hear it clear as day? At that moment, Vivienne realized that she could hear things in the distance that she had no right to hear- smell things she should not be able to smell. The sound of a spatula scraping across a pan over the faint morning songs of distant birds. The smell of bacon, and rosemary potatoes with..butter, she thought. The thought made her drool. Her distraction of food was swiftly combated by the bing of another notice.

[Quest]

Go for your first run in the neighborhood!Make your mom, and wolfy self proud!

Those legs won't work themselves you know.

Run a mile: 50 exp, Grade B lunch, +2 rep with Mom

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[YES] [No]

Vivienne wrinkled her nose. What a terrible first quest! But still, exp was exp. she huffed, mulishly confirming the quest as she padded over to the briefly forgotten clock to check the time. Once she pulled it out of the wall, that is. Compared to the wall, the alarm clock had nothing more than a few scratches. Not surprising considering it was one of those jarring metal belled analog clocks. It even tried to ring again before she hastily murdered that opportunity. The newly made werewolf nearly shoved it back into the wall once she saw the time. 5:04 am.

Kill her.

Alas, death was not to be, and with half-assed effort Vivienne dug through the drawers and thingymajigs in her new room to get ready for a run. Including throwing her new riot of long, and half curly hair into a lazy ponytail of regret without bothering to brushing it. She had regrets, many of them. Where is her free team of hairstylists again? At least the color was nice, a natural strawberry blonde that reminded her a bit like toffee. She should have gone with short hair, but nooo, now she was committed. It was 5:09 by the time she made it awkwardly down into the kitchen and took a seat at the bar.

"Morning, Maman." The teen grumbled, mouth moving without much input from her brain. Maman: French- what she called her mother always. The information flashed across her brain before she could think, making her squirm a little in her seat. d. "Good morning, my little wolf. Did you sleep well?" Her mother replied, turning to face her daughter with a loving smile. Vivienne and her mother looked quite alike. It was clear from just comparing the two that the wolf took after her mother the most. They shared the same general facial features and coloring, though Vivienne's mother was fairer and not nearly so tall. No freckles either, something that must have come from her dad. Their noses were different too, and the curve of their jaws.

"I dreamt of running. As a wolf." Vivienne yawned, blinking tiredly as her mother pushed a bottle with what was likely some kind breakfast shake before her. She was too out of it to really complain, opting instead to just greedily fill her ravenous hunger with it. Mm tasted like coffee...delicious. "You always dream of running." Her mother let out an exasperated noise as she returned to her cooking. It sounded fond, so Vivienne could only assume this was par the course for the two. "Don't forget that your first day of school is today Vivi, I know it's not what you wanted- but I know you'll do me proud. Together we shall make Mystic Falls our new home." She frowned at that. Mystic Falls...now why did that sound so familiar? Vivienne chugged the last of her liquid breakfast with that thought in mind- totally missing the automatic cheek kissing goodbye as she grabbed her keys and took her first step outside in this new world. Insert A Whole New Word sound clip here, or so her brain thought.

The air outside was crisp in the only way mornings could be. Without the suns morning rays, the world around her was still cast in the blue hues of the night. Despite hating the act of waking so early, Vivienne couldn't deny that it was her favorite part of the day. Mornings like this were quiet. And peaceful. Her chest expanded and contracted slowly, her lips curving into a soft smile as she took in the scent of woods, and nature. If one discounted the faint scent of asphalt, oil and other various human smells. She could ignore that though, no need to burst the happy bubble so soon. Her eyes turned to look around curiously as she went through a few light warm up stretches to loosen her muscles and joints. The porch beneath her feet, as well as the family sized homes around her were positively American. Vaguely colonial-y style(as if she knew the proper terms and architecture). Not really much help other than telling her it was likely an older area. Small too if you counted all the literal trees and forested areas. Not a city then, far from it...

[You have gained +1 WIS by putting together your observations correctly.]

Wait. What. Vivienne stared blankly at the notification, not exactly understanding why that even netted her an attribute point. Could you literally earn them that way? That was like…cheating! You don't even need to level really if that's the case!

[For coming to an intelligent conclusion, you gain +1 INT]

"..."

Vivienne dismissed the notifications and started off down the road at an easy pace. She'd think more on this after she finished her run. Her piece of mind was far more important-

[By coming to a-

Nope- dismissed.

Run time.