Enter the Den of the Wolf [Open]

Druid. Ayame Moon. Normal, nothing special Ayame Moon was a druid. A singing boxer who was apparently also a druid. How this was even possible she didn’t know. She had been thinking about it since Scott McCall and their best friend Stiles Stilinski had told her about it the night before. Now she wide away, looking up at her plain ceiling. She had been counting the little rough balls that were seemingly glued to her ceiling thanks to the texture of the pain that had been used. She had gotten to 5,954 before her mind drifted off towards what could have been sleep, but all that went through her mind was what Stiles and Scott had told her. They didn’t know much about Druids, just what a man named Alan Deaton had told them. It unnerved her to think that the one man that could help her was M.I.A. Last time Scott had spoken to him, he had been at a convention type thing for veterinarians, which could have seemed like fun, but Ayame would have much rather had him be there so she could talk to him.

Someone that was supposed to be able to help her was one Derek Hale. She hoped for his help, she really did and as she laid there in bed, she realized that she couldn’t stand not having answers anymore. She couldn’t stand laying in her bed thinking about all of the questions she had without getting answers. So, she sat up in bed, gazing at the clock next to her. She nodded, it was still a decent time, which was good since light was starting to shine through her window. She grabbed some clothes and headed into the bathroom for a nice, hot shower. It had taken her a few hours to get herself to relax and enjoy her typically short, fast showers. She sang in the shower and did as she liked since it was summer and her aunt was at work and her cousin was with his grandparents. Ayame was able to sing as loud as she wanted and do whatever she wanted, so long as she made sure the house was clean and her chores were done by the time she left to go do whatever it was. It was easy enough for her to do so when she finished showering, she didn’t just bugger right off to find this Derek Hale guy.

After her shower, Ayame dried off, got dressed, and did her chores. A little laundry was started and the dishes in the sink were done. The rest of the house was clean so she was able to write a quick note to her aunt before she left the house and made it towards Derek’s, or at least where Stiles told her it was. She was walking since she didn’t have a car, so it took her a little while and she wondered if she was lost as she looked around, eyebrows knitted together as she looked around for where Derek’s loft was supposed to be. She muttered to herself before she walked up to the building, the address, and then stepped inside. She looked at Stiles’ directions before she nodded her head and headed up the elevator. It was old, rickety, and she hoped she was being sent to the right place. She trusted Stiles, of course, but this was just terrifying. Still, the elevator made it to the floor and Ayame paused a little before she stepped out and down the hallway to the only large steel door. She bit down on her bottom lip, nervous before she raised her hand and knocked. The sound echoed throughout the building, making her flinch a little. She looked at the paper before she looked up again, hoping that Derek was even home. Stiles had mentioned how the werewolf was a home body so…hopefully he was there.

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You didn’t have to be a werewolf, or any other supernatural creature to see that Ayame was more than a little nervous standing at the door to the loft of a werewolf that she had never met. She had met her first werewolf the night before, the werewolf being Scott. He was the only supernatural that she had met. Well…sort of. She found out that their substitute teacher at school had been a werewolf and that Lydia Martin was a banshee, which was a little awkward since, well, it was Lydia that told Stiles she was a Druid. Ayame’s mind and her life was a whirlwind at the moment and she had no idea if she should tell her Aunt or if she should keep it a secret. Were her parents druids or just one? Were neither of them which made her some freak of nature? She had no idea and she wished she could still find out, but with dead parents, there weren’t a whole lot of questions that could be answered, regardless of how important they were.

It seemed like ages before the door finally swung open. When it did, the scratching at the base of her skull intensified. It had been so dull at first that she hadn’t realized it was happening until she saw the rather…upset looking werewolf before her. He looked like a werewolf. Dark, brooding, and seriously attractive. The man was wearing sweat pants and that was it, which gave her a nice view of his rather delicious looking chest. She moved her eyes from his body up to his face, feeling even more terrified as he looked at her, scrutinizing her. He grumbled a little before he asked if he could help her. Ayame nodded her head. ”Yeah, um, Stiles and Scott sent me. Apparently I’m this…thing called a Druid? They didn’t have much information on the matter and apparently the resident Druid is M.I.A. for a conference. They said that…maybe you could help?” She asked, looking over at him, keeping her eyes on his face and not the rest of him.

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The man seemed less than thrilled that Ayame was at his door. She couldn’t blame him, of course. She’d probably be upset if some random stranger came over to her house and said that her friends had told them where she lived. Still, she was hoping he wouldn’t be too upset with her and would actually help. It would be beneficial, but he didn’t have to. Although she wasn’t going to be overly fond of his cranky attitude, but she pushed that aside and focused on the man before her. Her cheeks burned a little when she realized that he had noticed her staring. Now she was just embarrassed that she had been stupid enough to actually stare at the man. Typically she kept herself in check, but hey, the man was attractive. What else could she do?

Derek nodded again when she spoke before he moved forward, smelling her. She blinked a few times, but allowed it to happen. He asked about Marin Morell, making her eyebrows furrow. “Our guidance counselor? Seriously?” She asked, but her tone was quiet, as though she was speaking to herself. ”I have so much I need to learn,” she muttered again, shaking her head. Scott and Stiles probably hadn’t even though of her, but she digressed as she looked to see that Derek was walking away. She looked at the tattoo a moment before she focused on what he was actually doing, picking up various books and tomes off of a bookshelf. Damn, that’s a lot of books, she thought to herself as she gazed at it, her fingers itching to go through the ones who were relevant to her.

Hearing Derek’s voice suddenly surprised her and she looked up at him, looking at him as he asked her if she was going to come in before telling her that if she was, she needed to close the door. She paused a little, slightly miffed. Sure, she showed up at his house unannounced, but she figured Scott or Stiles would have at least told him she would be coming over soon. She wasn’t completely rude. Still, she stepped inside and shut the large steel door, sliding and locking it before she turned and made her way over to where the books were, careful to not touch anything. She looked over at them all and paused a little. “Um, do you know if being a druid is passed through bloodlines?” She asked, not bothering to shout since, well, he was a werewolf.

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Derek’s distaste for Ayame was clear as he grumbled about her. She frowned, any positive feelings towards him coming close to diminishing. She appreciated him allowing her into his home to teach her but his pissy attitude was starting to upset her. She gazed at the books none the less when he spoke to her as though she was a useless child. He told her how her school counselor was Alan Deaton’s sister so she may have been able to help her further than he could. Then maybe I should go to her instead of Cranky McJerkface, she thought to herself as she kept gazing at the books, her face returning to passive as she looked over at the collection of books. She couldn’t blame Derek, she couldn’t, but a part of her did, even if she understood why he was upset.

The Druid looked over at Derek as he pointed to the ones he placed on his coffee table. He told her that she would learn in time but the only thing he could say was that it started with a spark of belief and knowledge of various herbs and other plants. Ayame nodded her head before he answered her question about lineage. He said that he believed it didn’t sicne it was more of a form of faith or religion. Interesting, she thought to herself before he told her that it was possible to pass the spark that druids could be passed by. She nodded her head in understanding, understanding what he was meaning to say. She figured he knew what he was talking about, but still, there was more than one person she could go to if she got sick of his cranky butt.

Still, Derek was nice enough to tell her that the books on the coffee table contained information that was relevant on Druidism, Emissaries and their work with werewolf packs and even some information on pack dynamics. He said that it was the best he could offer since he had never dealt with emissaries much even when he was an alpha of his own pack. Apparently Deaton would have rather worked on with Scott than Derek. She wanted to ask him why he said that he “was” an Alpha. She didn’t think that would be a thing, but she didn’t ask. Instead, Ayame nodded her head as she picked up one of the books. “Thank you… Um…would you mind if I borrowed these or would you prefer me stay here and read them?” She asked curiously as she gently thumbed through the pages. She looked up at Derek, looking him in the eyes out of respect. He was being helpful and for that she was grateful, even if he was a bit of a jerk.

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Ayame looked over at Derek, not really believing him when he told her that it wasn’t anything against her personally and that it wasn’t his intention to upset her. Now that last part she believed. Still, Stiles had forgotten to leave out the part about him being a cranky werewolf. She gently scratched at the base of her skull where she still heard scratching. She had learned that that was a werewolf noise, or so she told herself. The louder the scratching, the closer she was to them, the harder the scratching, the higher in rank they were. It was interesting since, well, he called Druidism a belief and yet she felt something around each and every werewolf. She hadn’t been around Lydia that much, but she was sure she’d get a god awful ringing in her ear or something related to that. Still, she said nothing and instead focused on the books in front of her.

Derek spoke again and Ayame looked over at him. She noted that he put on a shirt. Good for him, she thought to herself as he told her that he was sorry for being a bad host and thathe wasn’t upset with her, but with Stiles who decided to just give out his address to a complete stranger. She smiled at him a little, accepting his apology. ”Yeah, well, it’s not like Stiles actually thinks before he does things…” She shook her head. ”Had I known he hadn’t told you I was coming, I’d have waited,” she told him before her attention returned to the books, looking them over with extreme interest.

You didn’t have to be a supernatural creature to feel the tension in the room rise when Ayame asked about borrowing the books. After a moment though, it melted away to just minor tension as he stated that he would rather her stay in his loft and read them since they were the only things he had left of his family. She looked over at him, empathy in her eyes before she looked back at the books. ”I can understand the feeling,” she told him before she sat down in front of the coffee table and pulled one of the books in her lap, reading the words that would hopefully give her answers.

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Ayame heard what sounded like a soft chuckle come from Derek’s lips when she mentioned Stiles. She had to admit, she was surprised to hear such a sound from him and it made her grin as she glanced over at him. He told her that on some part he thought that he may have had something to do with Stiles’ lack of brain cells. Ayame looked over at him fully after that, one of her eyebrows raised in curiosity. He then said that Stiles had always been awkward in movement though, from what he remembered, making Ayame laugh as she was reminded of Stiles’ characteristic flailing. ”He is a…bit of a spazz,” she reasoned, smiling still.

Then Derek did something even more surprising. He asked if Ayame wanted anything to drink. She turned to him a moment as she finished the sentence she had been reading. ”Do you have any tea?” She asked curiously. ”If not, water is fine,” she told him with a smile before she returned to her books. Not that she was focused on the books for long. Derek seemed to have also had some loss of family. She saw him wince and looked down a bit, back at her book. He cleared his throat and informed her that he still had his younger sister Cora even though she was currently missing in action. He then stopped in the middle of his sentence.

Curious, Ayame looked up from her book and jumped a bit when Derek’s eyes flashed blue. Blue? How many fricken colors can werewolves have? She thought to herself as she looked over at him. He shook his head, calming himself and returning his eyes to normal before he spoke of his uncle, Peter Hale, whom Stiles had told her about. Still, he had left out the part about killing Derek’s sister in cold blood. Her eyes widened in surprise and shock. Good sweet heaven what had this family been through to make all of this nonsense happen? She didn’t know, but Derek’s eyes lit blue again before he snarled, surprising Ayame and making her jump again, but she didn’t move. ”Well…I’m sorry your sister is currently elsewhere…unknown to anyone, and I’m sorry your uncle’s a dick,” she told him with a small smile, trying to be comforting, and somewhat funny to break the tension, but she wasn’t sure she had succeeded.

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Notes; Aya's trying to be cautious with her jokes...unlike Stiles.

The boy stated that she should have seen Stiles when he was a child. He stated that his sister Laura and Stiles’ older brother blackmailed him into babysitting the boy. He then told her that if she would ever meet Morgan, who she assumed was supposed to be Stiles’ brother, to not let him talk her into anything since both him and Laura set him up with a super high Stiles. Ayame frowned a little, confused. “Older brother?” She inquired, extremely confused. She didn’t know that Stiles had an older brother. He had never told her about one before and she hadn’t seen any of his pictures around. She wondered why Stiles had never spoken of him but decided she wouldn’t ask the boy about it.

Ayame heard some shuffling around in the kitchen for a moment before he told her that it was either green tea that a girl named Kira (she believed it was the Kitsune Stiles and Scott told her about) left behind when she was last there or water. Ayame turned to him and smiled, her answer not really needing much fault. “Green tea is perfect,” she told him before she turned back to the books in her lap. Not long after he told her about his Uncle Peter. She responded and he laughed a bit before saying that he wasn’t sure if he would call him a dick, but apparently this Morgan fellow called him arsenic. Her nose wrinkled a little at the word before she shrugged her shoulders, noted Derek’s small smile, and returned her attention to the books before her.

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