Cooper
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
If heaven doesn't exist, what we will have missed? This life is the best we've ever had.
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Post by Cooper on Jul 21, 2008 21:13:42 GMT
Who wanted to be taken seriously, really? Cooper wasn’t sure that he wanted that, to be treated gravely or levelly, without laughter or some kind of gentle adoration, as a brother or a friend. There was enough to take seriously in this pack without everyone treating those around them as soldiers on the battlefield. A pack was not all about fighting and fuelling the anger of the animals within. Werewolves did not have to be stern, savage creatures. They could be just as loving and soothing as their wild cousins. At least, that was what Cooper thought.
“Eight’s good,” Cooper agreed, studying the floor and nodding before he reached up and pushed his glasses up his nose by the bridge, looking to Gwen again and smiling. “But you’re going to need to compare it, or, well, you just need to!” He waved his arms out to the sides as he said as much, like an over-exaggerated shrug. “So the real question is, where next?”
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Ishara
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
Posts: 19
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Post by Ishara on Aug 30, 2008 19:26:14 GMT
She doubted that anyone would ever be able take Cooper as seriously as some of the others within the pack, those that courted respect and reverence and part of Ishara didn’t want the male to ever be thought of as serious. It would take something away from his character and personality; make him a different person, perhaps for him a worse person. All the same there was a reassurance and feeling of safety that came with everyone knowing their place and not doing silly and random things which could disrupt the invisible boundaries. There was so much less inward stress and strife when your place was known without question.
Ishara moved slightly, just enough so that she could see both of the two in the lobby with her while at the same time settling more comfortably onto the seat. If they were going to move, to compare floors or whatever, she wasn’t sure if she would be invited to come or not, or if it was more something only real jokers did. Perhaps it was even a private thing, as strange as that might sound, the uncertainty of it all making her bite lightly at the inside of her cheek, a small nervous movement that would have revealed to anyone who was watching and knew her that the situation was starting to move beyond her comfort zones.
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Cooper
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
If heaven doesn't exist, what we will have missed? This life is the best we've ever had.
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Post by Cooper on Oct 13, 2008 0:37:17 GMT
Cooper could live with that. It wasn’t his purpose to be taken seriously; he wasn’t especially wise and he certainly wasn’t strong. If someone asked him for his opinion, then he would share it, raise his voice and offer his thoughts, but otherwise, he was a follower. Plain and simple. He wasn’t made to be anything else, and he had spent a good deal of his life doing just that, so he was more or less content. Of course, the tensions in the pack made it difficult to enjoy much of anything, even something as simple as relaxing with friends. There was a negative energy, and they could all pick up on it. The wolf in each of them read that energy as easily as their human sides might read words in a book.
If they did move along to another location, wherever Guinevere decided, of course Ishara would be welcome, or at least she would be in Cooper’s mind. Everyone was welcome. He was a firm believer in the phrase ‘the more the merrier’, and would continue to practise what he preached, in a sense. It didn’t matter if it was Ishara or one of the leaders. At this point, any socialisation with the leaders and the average pack member would be nice. Reassuring. It would help. But as optimistic as Cooper was, he knew that wasn’t about to happen, and he gave a quiet sigh as the realisation formed and settled in his mind once again.
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Ishara
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
Posts: 19
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Post by Ishara on Oct 26, 2008 19:05:57 GMT
Ishara in her own way was just as content to remain a follower, one of the quieter wolves which made up the rank and file of the pack without being actually called upon to do something such as fighting or making the harder choices in life. Her own skill set was woefully inadequate to anything like that and she knew it. While, at a push, Ishara might be able to hold her own against a fighter, if only for a little while, she wasn’t built to stand up to them. Her skill in battle came from her Tai Chi, to defend herself and not much more. It wasn’t an aggressive policy of training she followed, something which would reveal itself only too clearly against a superior force.
Occasionally, Ishara wondered what she did bring to the pack, aside from a number. Unlike those such as Cooper or Gwen, she was no good force for morale and unlike those such as Penelope or Finn, she wasn’t able to muster enough skills to either seek to become a fighter or at least to be able to save herself against another. They were deep, dark thoughts, that she normally did her best to hide them away from everyone, even herself. At times like this however it was hard; and by times like this she didn’t just mean the small gathering Ishara had somehow become a part of, but times when she felt isolated from those higher up. The Japanese born wolf doubted she was the only one who felt like that, even if her breeding and training prevented her from saying anything, she couldn’t help but wonder what was happening with their leaders. For now though, there were those such as Cooper to try and keep everyone’s mind off the unspoken.
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Cooper
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
If heaven doesn't exist, what we will have missed? This life is the best we've ever had.
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Post by Cooper on Dec 29, 2008 14:49:09 GMT
Power meant nothing to Cooper. He neither craved it nor reached for it. He was a follower, a loyal wolf who trotted along in formation behind the born-and-bred leaders, those with the brains and brawn both to command and guide. Strong in his own right though he was, Cooper was no warrior; he had neither the experience nor the stamina for it, and though he had fought blindly and fiercely once in his past, it had been out of equal parts terror and desperation. Never again would he feel that, or so he hoped, and as such, he would remain in place, just as Ishara and Guinevere would. So long as he was in such good company, there was nothing wrong with his place in the world; in the pack.
Cooper was one of those optimistic, hopeful individuals who believed, passionately, that every person had a purpose, contributed something towards the whole, and in his eyes, Ishara was no exception. Quiet though she may be, perhaps too quiet in the opinion of some, she was a peaceful presence, and that could never be a bad thing. When tensions ran high and emotions were confused, someone like Ishara could come into the room and bring with her an air of quietude and tranquillity. That could never been seen as a bad thing, especially now, when things were so uncertain and no wolf could tell which way was forward when they were without the guiding hands of their leaders.
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Ishara
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
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Post by Ishara on Jan 21, 2009 19:12:20 GMT
There were times when the outward peaceful and relaxed aura that Ishara strove to create around herself was broken a little by some of the more neurotic sides to her personality. It was hard after all to remain quiet and in control of yourself when something such as the length of fingernails were constantly intruding into her thoughts, the slivers of white proof that they had grown too long. She tried her best to keep such things under control, especially now when it felt as though they were a hair’s breath away from having a neurotic fit or fight too far and something would break within the pack.
“What other types of flooring did you have in mind to test Guinevere?” Somehow and Ishara wasn’t completely sure how, they had managed to wander off the topic of floor hunting, without actually wandering off the topic verbally. Then again, they didn’t need words to communicate, not solely, not when there was plenty to be said and heard in the smallest movement of the head or the flicker of an eye. Ishara could appreciate all the ways in which things were said and there were times when she almost preferred the silent speech, because it allowed her the illusion of a peace that had been shattered long ago in another land.
Still, silent wasn’t helping them in their conversation this time, Ishara folding her hands together on her lap as she watched and waited expectantly.
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Guinevere
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
There's no business like show business; like no business I know
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Post by Guinevere on Feb 16, 2009 1:27:09 GMT
Satisfied with the score of this floor, she took out a tiny notepad and pen from the jacket's breast pocket, licking the nib before scribbling. "Lobby floor," she said slowly as she wrote," eight out of ten." She gave a satisfied nod and put the notepad and pen back in her pocket, nodding in agreement at the need to test it against other floors before a solid final score could be given.
Gwen herself was a firm believer that everyone in the pack brought something to the table, in Cooper's case an awesome accomplice she could plot evil deeds with and in Ishara's case a very much needed calming force, her relaxed, peaceful manner seemed to rub off enough for Gwen not to completely bounce off the walls. Honestly, without friends like them she'd have gone insane with all the bad juju running through the place with some obvious unrest from "on-high", so to speak. She tried not to think about that too much because the uncertainty was probably the thing that scared her most right now, and because she didn't want to think of it her antics had grown a little crazy recently. Well, more so than usual. Probably. Maybe.
She grinned to Ishara, suddenly back in the mood to dance. "Well, anything hard that would give a sound, really. Carpet would be a no-no, obviously..." Of course, now came the problem of choosing the floor of another room to test. "The courtyard should be awesome though," she noted, "maybe I can try the floor there and see if inspiration hits as to another floor to try out." She looked from Cooper to Ishara and back again. "You'll help me judge, right? Please?" She gave the best puppy dog stare that she could muster.
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Cooper
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
If heaven doesn't exist, what we will have missed? This life is the best we've ever had.
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Post by Cooper on Aug 17, 2009 20:03:34 GMT
Cooper had spent a long time earlier in life in wolf form almost entirely, only changing when he was sure he was alone and his sister -- though she had never known that Cooper wasn’t just an extraordinarily obedient dog, he had always considered Eleonore a sister at heart -- wouldn’t see him and as such he knew all about reading the little tips and tells that body language could betray. Often he recognised those little signs without even realising he was reading them, he would respond to them and act upon them unconsciously. That was just one of the things about being a wolf, it was all natural and instinctual.
The sight of Guinevere’s notebook being pulled out of her pocket gave Cooper cause to smile and he even chuckled quietly, amused in a good-humoured way that was wholly devoid of mockery. “You can progress from one floor the next, like stepping stones,” he offered with that same smile still on his face, one hand lifting to adjust the unneeded glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. That was his way of saying he would definitely help Gwen judge the flooring as best he could.
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Kincaid
Beta Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold.
Posts: 12
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Post by Kincaid on Aug 31, 2010 13:57:40 GMT
POST TIMESKIP.
Continued from the Side Street.
It took either a supremely confident -- some would say stupid -- wolf to walk right into an enemy's territory the way that Kincaid strode over the threshold of the Four Seasons front entrance. In this case it was neither, the male wolf was neither confident nor stupid, he just... was. Confidence was unnecessary, he was aware of his own strength and his abilities and there was no dispute in them. He was silent and expressionless, snatching up a little wolf on his way, she had been running out of the building and into the night, smoke clung to her hair and the pretty little floral dress she worse. Without so much as batting an eye, no change in his expression whatsoever the tall, broad male snapped her slender neck in one of his bag hand and dumped her body on the steps.
This, he thought, would be the nerve centre of the pack, they would try to come through here to get out and he would be standing in their way. How many of them fell was in their hands, he would keep killing until they stopped coming and then he would chase instead.
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Kaleigh
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
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Post by Kaleigh on Sept 9, 2010 20:05:47 GMT
CONTINUED FROM: Hallways with Derrick
As soon as her mate had signaled to her that he was ready to continue, she had begun moving immediately. Getting Derrick to safety was her only priority right then and the sooner she did that, the better, though she had understood his hesitation and had been more than willing to stop in order to allow him the time he needed. Time was something not currently on their side, but she was keeping careful track of the fire- at least, to the best of her abilities as things stood- and those moving around them, so she at least had known that they could spare the few moments that it had taken before Derrick had been able to move again.
The stairs had demanded a bit of caution, but she had seen to it that they had kept a good pace, trying not to seem as if she was attempting to drag Derrick through the hotel and down the stairs. She was so desperate to get him out of there, to see to it that he was safe, that she felt that she might indeed be dragging him around, even though it was not her intention.
Kaleigh was thinking about where they would go once they were outside, attempting to figure out how far away from the building they should get, when she stopped suddenly, almost at the bottom, spotting first the strange wolf standing there in the lobby and then the body. The wolf surged to her eyes, both determined to keep the stranger away from Derrick even as she slowly began to descend the rest of the stairs. She was wary now, though she was still careful to pay attention to her surroundings, even as it registered that, as they were, she and Derrick were blocking the staircase.
She kept her grip on her mate’s hand, needing to know that not only was he close, but that she was between him and the other wolf. Stepping carefully over the body, allowing herself only a quick glance down as she did so, she arrived firmly in the lobby, keeping her position in front of her mate without realizing what she was doing. It was instinct, pure and simple. It didn’t matter that she knew perfectly well that she wouldn’t be able to take on the big male blocking their way. All she needed to know was that going through her would give Derrick a few precious extra moments.
“Who the hell are you?”
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Derrick
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
I will not fall, won't let it go; we will be free when it ends.
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Post by Derrick on Oct 25, 2010 14:20:53 GMT
When they reached the lobby it took Derrick a few moments to realise where they were, that they had traversed not only hallways but also stairs. His eyes saw not the wolf standing at the foot of the steps but the body of a familiar she-wolf lying in front of them, the body that Kaleigh went on to step over in order to address the stranger. It was only when his mate spoke, her voice breaking the almost oppressive and suffocating silence, that Derrick realised they were not alone, that someone had killed the she-wolf lying dead on the floor.
Only then did he lift his eyes and see the male. He also smelt and heard and felt fire, heat and smoke, the air was thinner and the hotel was burning. Panic flickered and triggered anew and his breath stopped up in his chest like someone had bottled everything up, worked a cork into it to seal it. He could only stand and stare at the tall, thickly-set male, silent and still as a statue, frozen and rooted to the spot by an awful combination of fear and confusion and the undeniable desire to get out of the building as soon as possible.
Not without Kaleigh, though. He needed Kaleigh to go with him. Derrick couldn't go anywhere without her.
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Kincaid
Beta Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold.
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Post by Kincaid on Nov 26, 2010 15:19:43 GMT
Kincaid didn't answer the blonde whelp, he didn't need to, he simply began to walk towards her and what she assume to be her mate by the grip she had on his hand, leading him around like a puppy, how disappointed the Good Sheppard would be by such a sight – a female leading a male around by the hand when he should be dragging her by the hair. They were no match for him and he knew it as surely as he knew that water is wet – and the sprinklers in the lobby appeared to have stuttered to life because he felt his hair grow damp almost instantly.
No matter.
Without speaking once or even really looking at the young wolves with anything less than a blank stare of disinterest he smacked the female in the side of the head with a burst of frightening power that came from being such an ancient creature. It send her sprawling away, tearing their hands from one another and Kincaid turned his eyes on the male before she had even hit the floor, slamming his forearm into the boy's face with a satisfying smack.
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Derrick
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
I will not fall, won't let it go; we will be free when it ends.
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Post by Derrick on Nov 26, 2010 23:41:56 GMT
Between the activation of the sprinklers and the unknown male's attack on Kaleigh, Derrick's mind cleared enough for anger and the protective streak of a wolf for his mate to flare intensely with an unmistakeable heat. The harsh strike came in the next instant and Derrick went down hard, stars exploding through his vision and his skull pounding instantly. He had barely had enough time to call Kaleigh's name when he'd seen -- and felt exactly when her grip on his hand had failed -- her knocked aside like a rag doll, and even as he struggled to reclaim some kind of balance and coordination his worry for her overpowered everything, even the pain through his face. Drops of blood tumbled soundlessly to the ground, already diluting in the fine downpour from the sprinklers that managed to cut through the thick smoke and the heat of the flames. Derrick could focus better without such an intense press of danger on all sides and a growl rattled up his throat as he shook his head, damp hair thrown into disarray and he lifted one hand to swipe under his bloodied nose before dismissing it altogether.
Derrick hadn't been a fighter of any grade for well over a century but in that moment with his mate's safety at stake and blows already landed it was like everything that had once been so natural to him came flowing right back in perfect focus. As he heaved himself up from the ground one hand went down to his lower calf and the top of his boot, catching on the grip of the blade; the tactical knife slid easily from where it had been slotted and as he reclaimed his footing he slashed out at the other male to drive him back and give himself enough room to move so he could fight back without being so cramped. His mind worked quickly to calculate the exact position of the body as well as Kaleigh, no small part of Derrick hating that he couldn't just go to her side to check she was all right. He had to neutralise the threat first, the logical part of his mind insisted, and it was to that voice that he listened.
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Kaleigh
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
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Post by Kaleigh on Nov 29, 2010 16:16:30 GMT
She hadn’t seen the blow coming. One moment she had been wondering if they could edge around the strange wolf and get to the door that way and the next she was on the floor, her ears ringing from the force of the blow and darkness sweeping into the edge of her vision. If nothing else, she supposed that she could be glad that she hadn’t dragged Derrick down with her when she had gone sprawling.
Kaleigh told herself that she needed to get up, the rushing in her ears drowning out almost everything going on around her. She had to get up and see what was happening with Derrick. It was something she repeated silently to herself as she slowly began to move, her head aching, knowing that if she continued to focus on her mate and his wellbeing, she would be able to not only force her feet back under her, but keep the darkness at bay. As badly as her head hurt, seeing what was happening with her mate was far more important. She had never doubted that Derrick could take care of himself, but even when he had been a fighter, she had always had to know that he was all right and seeing it for herself was still the only way that she could ever be truly satisfied that he was.
Forcing herself into a sitting position, deciding it was a good first step, Kaleigh blinked back the darkness as she pushed back her damp hair. Seeing what was happening, watching the confrontation between the strange, violent male wolf and her mate, Kaleigh pushed herself back using her feet, trying to make sure she was out of the way. She needed to be sure that she wasn’t going to be in Derrick’s path, knowing that it was, currently, really the only thing she could do to help. Getting in the way wouldn’t do her mate any good.
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Kincaid
Beta Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold.
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Post by Kincaid on Mar 18, 2011 16:15:44 GMT
If Kincaid either noticed or cared that the female was conscious and mobile he didn't show it; she was inconsequential to his current focus. When the young male produced the blade he rocked back slightly to avoid it, a lazy sort of motion that said he wasn't really putting much effort into the motion. When he stepped forwards again and the blade came up Kincaid grabbed the boy's wrist and squeezed hard, pulling him closer so that he could slam a gloved fist into his face. He didn't let go of the wrist, however; holding tighter he punched him a second and third time and then instead of a fourth punch he grabbed the wolf in his sights by his belt, lifted him up and threw him like a piece of debris into the nearest wall.
Kincaid was not finished there, it seemed. The wall shuddered with the impact and the large male stalked after his smaller opponent, flexing his fingers in and out of fists as he went.
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