Fox
Pack Werewolf
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Post by Fox on Aug 30, 2006 2:21:29 GMT
Fox stopped at the door, nodding his head much like a spoiled child would when they were annoyed. "Unforunately..." Fox sighed, bowing his head slightly in respect. He wasn't the most respectful, great person in the world. But he adored his alphas, would lie down his life for the both of them. But he didn't like to admit that fact.
"I guess it...Folger's in my cup today." The wolf joked lightly, offering his alpha a slight grin as hope for forgiveness. He knew it wouldn't work...but at least it didn't hurt to try. He looked over to Samantha who glared over at him, quirking an eyebrow knowingly. The older wolf held some sort of power over the moody guitarist. Fox added an apologetic nod to Spence before crossing over to the coffee pot.
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Fox
Pack Werewolf
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Post by Fox on Sept 2, 2006 3:16:35 GMT
Fox quirked an eyebrow slightly before reaching up and pulling down a mug. The guitarist yawned rather softly pouring his coffee and offering Spence an apolgetic smile. That was all he was going to get out of him today...and Fox thought it should be enough for the older wolf. That and he might get some reprieve for his earlier behavior.
"Heading up to my room...if anything exciting happens just...do whatever." Fox shrugged lightly before giving his rather cuddly alphas a respectful nod and leaving.
Continued in: Fox's Bedroom
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Spence
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Scars are souvenirs you never lose - the past is never far...
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Post by Spence on Sept 3, 2006 21:29:57 GMT
The green-eyed wolf barely stirred, not bothering to do more than sip at his coffee. He watched Fox subtly, a cool mask of nonchalance across his face. Full moon or no, Spence's wolf did not appreciate being challenged. Were he younger and more brash, there was a good chance that the pack fighter would have resorted to violence; given in the instinct. He could still feel his wolf pacing, irritable and anxious.
Might want to take care of that before something sets it off...
"I think I'm going to head down to train for awhile," he announced casually as he rinsed his dishes. "If anyone's up for a bit of a spar, come find me."
That said, he smiled and after nodding respectfully to his Alphas, made a swift an unobtrusive exit.
Continued in: The Training Room
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Dane
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
And our freedom's consuming itself. What we've become; it's contrary to what we want.
Posts: 63
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Post by Dane on Sept 20, 2006 20:20:09 GMT
Continued from: The Lounge with Samantha.
“And when do I ever make the wrong choice?” Dane was asking as they crossed the lobby’s length, heading into the kitchen. From the doorway, they could see Casey digging through cabinets, a packet of… something or other between his teeth while he used his hands to search.
“Looks like the refrigerator didn’t eat him after all,” the Australian-accented fighter noted with a casual wave of his hand. Casey muttered something indistinctly, the packet in his mouth muffling his words. “Okay, my heightened sense of hearing didn’t catch that one. Come again?” And yet, he was still smirking, leaning against the doorway with one arm just over Samantha’s head.
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Casey
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
When you're brought into this world, they say you're born in sin.
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Post by Casey on Sept 20, 2006 20:20:45 GMT
Spitting the packet out and catching it one lowered hand, Casey repeated himself, “I said it tried. We need to fix that top door.” It had just about taken his head off. He brandished what he’d had in his mouth. “But I found Twizzlers, which makes up for the near-decapitation.”
Looking to the obviously-impatient Samantha, he told her, “You never said what you wanted, so I was looking for options. We’ve got plenty of peanut butter, if you want a sandwich or something, and there’s jelly in the fridge. There’s soda, some meats, cake… something in a jar that I didn’t dare to open.” He shrugged. “Plenty of choice.”
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Sept 21, 2006 5:00:09 GMT
Samantha laughed at Casey, smiling rather brightly at the promise of Twizzlers. And probably at trying to talk with his mouth full. All too cute to her really. She crossed over to Casey, giving him a playful wink before holding her hand out for the Twizzlers.
"A handful of those and some peanut butter. A match made in Heaven if I do say so myself." She grabbed the peanut butter jar, swiping a spoon from and dug right into her rather bizarre meal. She looked up at Casey as she tied a string from her Twizzler around her peanut butter covered spoon. Ahh...yes...good.
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Casey
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
When you're brought into this world, they say you're born in sin.
Posts: 64
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Post by Casey on Sept 21, 2006 6:12:05 GMT
Casey pulled a face. He’d found the Twizzlers… surely he should hold onto them. But then… so long as she didn’t eat them all, he supposed he could share. Begrudgingly. He watched her mix what was quite likely the most unusual thing he’d ever seen.
“Okay… you either have no taste buds, or… you have the most messed up appetite and cravings in the world.” He had half a mind to cheekily ask if she was pregnant, but knew what was good for him. If Samantha didn’t smack him for the bad joke, then his ears would be ringing from a blow landed by Dane. Casey knew better.
Taking back the Twizzlers, he pulled one out, and quietly started to chew on it.
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Sept 21, 2006 16:49:54 GMT
Sam cocked her head to the side as she finished another spoonful of Twizzlers and peanut butter. "It's not that bad, Case." She walked over to Casey, twisting one of the Twizzlers around around the spoon of peanut butter and holding it out to the younger wolf. Her eye brow quirking slightly, ready to give him the biggest 'I told you so' in the universe.
The combination was odd. But the contrasting tastes made it all the better. Two different types of sugar but it still tasted just as good. Although the peanut butter had the habit of conquering the Twizzlers. Sam had found the combination by mistake, entirely. While she was bored and sniffing around the kitchen for something to eat.
"Come on...it's not poisionous." She grinned lightly.
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Casey
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
When you're brought into this world, they say you're born in sin.
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Post by Casey on Sept 21, 2006 22:26:03 GMT
Casey scrunched up his nose. “I like my artery clogging goodies in separate portions,” he told her, reaching up to push the spoon away with a finger. He even slid sideways to escape from his place against the counter, moving for the cabinets at the edge of the room, to dig around for chips and other such salty snacks.
Behind him, he heard Dane chuckle. “I don’t think you’d get many people to try that,” the Australian wolf noted. “Not even me.”
Casey couldn’t help but smirk, head buried in the contents of the cabinet. He couldn’t help but wonder if Dane knew how ‘obvious’ he was being.
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Sept 23, 2006 4:48:54 GMT
Samantha frowned slightly, even looking over her shoulder giving Dane a 'AH! Betrayer!' glare before smiling brightly. She shrugged with a little laugh before lifting the spoon to her mouth. "Your loss," she chimed happily. She padded over to the fridge pulling out a water bottle and throwing it over to Dane.
She pulled out her own, smiling brightly and throwing her spoon in the sink. "Hey...Case. You don't mind if I abandon our little game to beat the snot outta Daney here." She winked over in Dane's direction with a bright smile on her face.
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Dane
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
And our freedom's consuming itself. What we've become; it's contrary to what we want.
Posts: 63
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Post by Dane on Sept 30, 2006 17:44:07 GMT
Catching the bottle, he gave a smirk and a shrug; ‘sorry’. She could eat whatever she wanted, and he found it amusing, in its own way. That didn’t mean he wanted to try it for himself, though.
Casey watched the spoon clatter into the sink, before looking up at Samantha when she addressed him. He chuckled to himself. “I was beating the snot out of you on the games, anyway. Victory can be so repetitive…” He grinned at Dane, who returned it discreetly, waiting for the inevitable retaliation from the female.
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Oct 1, 2006 5:12:36 GMT
Samantha's eyes narrowed slightly with a tiny bit of anger. Playful anger...but anger just the same. It was her time to retaliate for the other wolf's words. Sam swatted Casey on the back of the head with a slight growl.
"You say that now...but you know you could never beat me in a real fight, Case." She grinned at the younger fighter before flipping her hair and walking past Dane. She had the "walk" of someone who held some sort of high position in the pack down already. Her eyebrow quirking slightly before looking back at the two fighters and offering them a smile.
"Are you ready?"
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Dane
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
And our freedom's consuming itself. What we've become; it's contrary to what we want.
Posts: 63
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Post by Dane on Oct 2, 2006 1:42:29 GMT
“Ow… jeez, unnecessary spite!” Casey rubbed at the abused back of his head, grumbling as he continued his search for potato chips, and preferably, a bag that hadn’t already been opened, tested, and left to go stale. That ruled out about two-thirds of the offerings.
Dane watched his sparring partner with unveiled amusement. Her ‘strut’ was endearing, in its own way, but then again, he couldn’t exactly claim he wasn’t biased. He averted his gaze, to make it less obvious, and smiled back at Samantha when she offered him the expression first.
“At the risk of sounding cliché,” he began in response, “I was born ready.” He let his eyes flash, and laughed at his own bad joke. He hadn’t been able to resist.
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Oct 2, 2006 23:08:32 GMT
Sam couldn't help but crack a smile when Casey rubbed the back of his head. It was her natural sisterly love shown from her to the other fighter. Although Samantha was an only child growing up, which would cut out that choice of words.
Sam laughed a little at Dane's cliche response. "Good to know, Daney." She winked before opening the door. She was tempted to continue her little strut...but decided against it for a number of reasons. One was she figured it was sort of mean to Dane.
Continued in: The Hallway with Dane
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Fox
Pack Werewolf
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Post by Fox on Oct 18, 2006 4:49:27 GMT
Continued from: The Lobby with Amelia
Fox poked his head in first, cautiously rather. Trying desparately to avoid Spence like the plague. Just until the full moon cycle was good and done with. Than he wouldn't have to worry about being so fricking moody. At the moment, his wolf stalked the thought of going out and having some real fun. But Fox dismissed the thought all together.
He caught sight of Casey before padding over to the fridge. "Alright...what'll it be Miss Williams?" Fox asked feigning a very gentleman sort of manner.
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