Owner	Pose
Lucifer	In the small village where Nathaniel and Lucifer have been staying, there is a rumor that begins to circulate. People are talking about hearing howls late at night, and how they get louder and stronger as the moon nearers to full. There also might be a couple of people who are claiming that some people are going missing, like they just left in the middle of the night a few nights ago and have not returned home yet. Lucifer comes into the room where he and Nathaniel are staying, carrying a couple cups of coffee that have likely been Irish'd a bit. "Have you been hearing the rumors lately?"
Sinister	"Ohh, yes." Sinister is currently looking over an ordinance survey map, which lays out the hills and dales on a flat plane, spread out on the neatly made bed. His gaze lifts though at the arrival of coffee. "Did you smile at Morag sweetly enough that she brewed a fresh batch? That smells positively fantastic at the moment. I might be missing our coffee grinder though," rising so that he can rearrange the map and levitate it helpfully, it makes space on the bed for sitting. "It's almost like the plot of a nineteen eighties movie... howls on the moors, we need only find the Slaughtered Lamb pub." He makes a gimme gesture toward the coffee though.
Lucifer	"Smiled sweetly AND batted my eyelashes..." Lucifer admits while walking in and looking over the things that Nathaniel is pouring over. He hands over the coffee just as soon as it's gestured for. "I also might have asked for a shot or two of whiskey to be added. To remind us of home..." This much more offered and then he tilts his head while taking a sip. "Also, yes, it does sound like a nineteen eighties movie. All we needed it to be was teenagers and we'd have American Werewolf..."
Sinister	"Weeeeell, it's all very fortuitous, really. NIce little get away, coinciding nicely with my desire to observe a werewolf and attempt to catch one. At least, we will be able to identify whether it is Werewolf, mutate, mutant or Wulver that is here. Or whether it's just overactive imaginations and a local lunatic," He Sinister leans over to kiss, then chases that taste with whiskenated coffee with a sigh of satisfaction and a close of eyes. "Aaaaaaah, that's the ticket. Though tea will always hold a special spot, I have been native in the Americas for far too long... Anyway, I was looking over the map. We have a lot of wilderness here, but not all of it is the kind you'd expect a wolf to be in. I suspect natural reserves, where there's Scottish red deer would be a thought."
Lucifer	"Well see, that makes this quite the auspicious moment then doesn't it?" Asking this before he gains a kiss, returning it in kind, and then nods. Lucifer looks over to the map once more while Nathaniel explains it. "Next time I will bring back tea, but I think I was just missing the flavour of coffee just a little bit." Saying this much before pointing to a portion of the wooded areas. "So are we going to...set up an encampment here perhaps? See if we can spot something?"
Sinister	Sinister shakes his head. "No. That would be a little dangerous. Well, provocative of the beast for certain. There'd be little threat to you, but if it somehow slipped our control, we might end up with an angry wolf on the loose." He finishes his coffee in one long pull, kind of hustles Lucifer to do likewise, then reaches for Lucifer's temple, whilst staring at the wooded area of the map. THINK: Smallscale version of using cerebro. Lucifer's never been along for the ride when Sinister's mind opens wide and listens. Human consciousness or the vestiges of such, formulate person after person in the village that they're in. Some asleep and dreaming of riding a unicorn into Sainsbury's, or watching TV, having nookie, reading, showering, arguing, pacing... all like ghosts that whizz by. Out further, there's the nocturnal minds of a myriad of animals, like a chitterchatter beneath the surface, not understood but present. Five hundred miles, his mind can stretch -- which is enough to encompass nearly the entirety of Scotland, barring the islands. Hunting. Hunting....
Lucifer	Lucifer finishes his coffee at the urging of Nathaniel and then sets his cup down. As his temple is touched by Nathaniel, he finds himself within the man's mind, scanning. Searching. Perhaps even wishing that he could drink in the underlying sin that people are participating in here and there. Yet this serves another purpose entirely. Leaving the village, finding the volumes of critters that reside among the forest and in the streams that run through them... Hunting. Hunting... Then, there's something there that perhaps ought not be. It's not quite dark yet but there are a couple of figures that exist in the forest that do not quite belong there. It might be tracking a deer. It might be looking for shelter. But it's very likely a point of interest that can be focused on.
Sinister	There. Yes, there! In the Highlands national park to the west and the north, following the great gulley that divides across the diagonal and cuts Scotland in two... What might be troublesome is those hikers and campers who don't believe in such codswallop as spooky stories and folklore. No such thing as the boogie man, or the Devil, or things that go bump in the night. Luckily, it's march, so there's fewer of them... Nevertheless, the mind carrying the pair of consciousness out across the moors, focuses. One by one, fish minds and bird minds, badger, deer, fox, mice, stoats... the murmur of nature at her finest, is drowned out by what amounts to a kind of mental humming to drown out the white noise. Ghosts of trees, the glens that follow the rivers here, a stag by the water, startled into lifting its head. And more. Lustful. Primal. Primordial even. Oddly familiar in its own strange way; they are the other children of Lilith after all, aside from the True Demons of Hell. Lilith, mother of Monsters -- and in other legends, Echidna. Etcetera, it all depends on your dogma. But there is familiarity. ANd hunger. And instinct.
Lucifer	So what do they do now that they may have found it? With people in trouble because they don't believe in the boogie man, and others here in the village ready to go into the moors with their torches and pitchforks. Lucifer lets Nathaniel lead on this one since he's the one searching for their target. He'll likely be the one to offer the next steps that they should do. Why did Nathaniel want a werekin? Ah, to test it...or something. Humanely, of course, and perhaps to even find a cure? Well that might come too. He's not even sure if he should pull away or talk or anything and just lets Sinister do his thing for a moment longer.
Sinister	It's when a mind is touched that is beyond anything human, consumed by instinctual passion, urge and lust, that Sinister's fingers press into Lucifer's face a little. There's a stagger of breath, because they're drawn in. This is the nature of a telepath when they're wide open. Closing the door is sometimes harder to do and one can be drawn along. It's very different from a vampire. Purer in some respects, more terrible in others, as there is no knowledge of what they do. No comprehension of what they become, merely instinct. At least at first. This one might be new. These TWO might be new. Perhaps, they were Supernatural deniers, who argued it couldn't be happening to them, even as the teeth bit down. Who knows? But the world is hunger, the hunt, the kill. Not thirst, not like the undead. And alive. Fight or flight, eat, procreate. It's a vivid hormonal cocktail. "Nnnnnnnnggg," comes from Sinister on gritted teeth, as he attempts to pull back. Lucifer could very easily DRINK this incarnation of primal urge and sin, but that intent is lacking. He might still be able to; like having a Coke Zero. All the flavour, none of the satisfaction?
Lucifer	Who drinks a Coke Zero when there is actual Coke readily available and sugar isn't disastrous to them? Though he can sense the urge there, the primal. Get drawn into what is going on, focused as they are on the creature that is giving into himself. He hears the sound from Sinister breaking through the mind and he tries to gently push him back from the mind link, from the trip they're taking. It's likely going to take effort, but he will surely be as gentle as he can be unless gentle doesn't work. Also, "Come on...come back...there's not much we can do from here...like this." Pushing a little while also trying to pull back from that touch. Break the link. Maybe that will help?
Sinister	THat's harder to do that one might expect. Sin's mind is strong. But the interferance on this side of the equasion of consciousness is enough for him to lose the focus so much on the mind they found. This allows subjective observation. For the next ten seconds, the topology of that hill is viewed through the creature's perspective. A brook that forms a Y, both daughters ending in a pair of waterfalls. A paved road that intersects at the base of these falls and runs on a small bridge over to the other side. Details. They place what they felt, to a place that is real. Then, the hand drops away and Sinister blinks several times rapidly. "Crowley wasn't wrong, there's a heap of lustiness in there, isn't there? I'm all warm about the ears."
Lucifer	The Devil is in the details as well, isn't that what they say? At least they have a general location which can be further found on the map, if they can match up one spot that is precisely like what they saw. "Heap of lustiness where?" Lucifer asks and then reaches to feel Nathaniel's ears, tilting his head. "Do you mean in my head? Or between us?" Asking this because he's not quite sure he gets the reference that Sinister is pointing out. Also, "So. What do we do now?"
Sinister	"In the mind of a werewolf. Animal instinct... although, you wouldn't be you if you didn't go there," Sinister all but chuckles, grinning as he regains a measure of his own composure, but really...it's only a measure. "Tomorrow is the full moon. Hopefully, we'll be able to cross-reference what we saw with a geographic location and ordinance point. Then we'll do what comes to us, even if it's only a test run. We might fluff that one." He takes several deep breaths, because t'was only a /measure/ of composure. "Right now though, I want to test the integrity of these bed springs." And so saying, he pounces. Blame the raging wolf hormones.