Dane
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
And our freedom's consuming itself. What we've become; it's contrary to what we want.
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Post by Dane on Oct 3, 2006 23:42:11 GMT
Continued from: The Kitchen with Samantha.
Breaking the seal on the bottle of water Samantha had given him, Dane looked down at her as they walked, their pace brisk but steady; they weren’t in a rush, but they were both eager to spar.
“So… the question is, how would you like to spar this time?” he asked of her, removing the cap from his bottle, and then lifting it to drink while he paused. “Hand-to-hand, armed or…” His eyes darkened meaningfully. “Well, I think you know what I’m getting at, Sammy…”
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Oct 5, 2006 13:51:24 GMT
She looked looking up at him with a short laugh, popping open her water bottle as they walked. Mentally she twidled her thumbs. Dane posed a really great question. It's just that she didn't really know what her answer was.
She looked back at him, offering a large grin. "Both...let's mix it up a bit." She wiggled her eyebrows with a sly grin.
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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 5, 2006 19:52:35 GMT
“Both? I gave you three options, Sammy…” He flashed her a smile and chuckled, drinking from his bottle again, but not taking too much. He would need the majority of it for their sparring session. Hydration was important, after all; it wouldn’t do to shoot himself in the foot because he hadn’t drank enough water before, during and after such a period.
“Or would you rather not get so feral during a spar?” he asked mischievously, already ready to dodge back from whatever swipe she swung in his direction; he would be able to avoid it. He’d learned her habits, and he was light on his feet. Just because he’d lost a serious combat in the past, that didn’t mean he’d lost his touch. He knew what he was doing.
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Oct 6, 2006 2:02:00 GMT
Sam stopped herself from downing the entire water bottle. She often had a tendency of drinking the entire thing in little less than fifteen minutes. She ran a hand through her long hair, offering him a short grin. Her eyes brightened a shade of yellow with a slightly mischevious grin on her face.
That should be enough of an answer. And it wasn't a resort to violence sort of answer either. Which should make Dane a little happy. She needed to train, any sort of training really. "Does this look like the face of someone who wouldn't want that to happen?" She wiggled her eyebrows tauntingly.
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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 6, 2006 4:33:33 GMT
“All three then, all right,” he mumbled to himself with a chuckle, nodding steadily as they walked, covering ground easily and passing the odd pack member on the way.
He considered her — perhaps rhetorical — question, and lifted a brow. “Well, of course not, but I do have manners. Don’t ever forget that.” He was waiting for some kind of sarcastic remark or witticism now; it would probably be disappointing if he didn’t get one, after all.
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Samantha
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Post by Samantha on Oct 6, 2006 5:41:45 GMT
Samantha turned to him, cocking her head to the side with a slightly fiend-ish grin on her face. "When do you get manners, honey?" Not her best comeback, but it was the best she could give in such short of time. And the fact that her wolf was pacing around, rather giddily waiting for the fight.
Although...she would never intentionally hurt the fighter. They both had become quite fond of his presense. And he didn't mind hers...in fact, reading Dane was like reading an open book. Even though she would never admit to that fact.
Very...just very...she motioned towards the door to the training room. "Ladies' first." She motioned for Dane to go first.
Continued in: The Training Room with Dane
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Fox
Pack Werewolf
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Post by Fox on Oct 13, 2006 23:16:34 GMT
Continued from: Fox's Bedroom
Fox had put it in his head to wander a bit...stray off course from heading off to the kitchen right away. He glanced into the training room, watching Samantha circle around Dane for a moment. Oh...that was a rather boring fight. He was half-hoping to find Spence in there. Than he could apologize for earlier...by getting his butt handed to him.
Yeah...that didn't sound to nice at the moment. His wolf was still a little edgy...he might end up doing something he'd regret. Or losing control of the moody wolf that was pacing in the back of his mind. Yeah...that wasn't a good idea. Better to avoid fighting of any sort. It was probably just a good idea to go veg out in the lounge for a while before getting the cat food and disappearing once again.
Continued in: The Lounge
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Oct 26, 2006 14:06:09 GMT
Continued from: The Kitchen with Amelia
"Well...it's not that I'm losing what little creative edge I have left. I'm just looking for inspiration." Fox's hilariously fun muses had pretty much checked out for the night. Or more likely...been run off by his very moody wolf. Either one was a viable choice at the moment. But at least he was moving around.
"So do you have any ideas? Since obviously my brain has checked out for the night." Fox offered the other wolf a smile.
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Oct 27, 2006 6:27:43 GMT
Amelia shook her head with a smile at Fox’s statement. “Or perhaps you’re just getting a little lazy on the thought train?” She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. “Never mind. I can only think to throw things at unsuspecting people, and that’s about as creative as toenails” She put both hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side, looking down the hallway. “Why does it always seem like there is nothing to do?” She sounded a little more irritated than she’d meant to which was probably due in most part to the impatience of her wolf.
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Oct 31, 2006 23:39:50 GMT
"Because...there is nothing to do. Absolutely nothing." He sighed, sagging his shoulders slightly and letting out a sigh of relief. He had half the mind to allow his wolf to take and let instinct run its course for the night. That sounded waaaay better than just wondering the halls figuring out what to do.
His wolf's head perked up at the after thought of being able to push its human counterpart aside for the night. It had been a while since doing that. The wolf missed it. Even though it would have to stay in the boundaries of the hotel. It would still be nice to run around a bit. Probably not welcomed by other pack members...but it wasn't as if Fox cared. Unless it was either Spencer or either of the alphas he was angering...than he just shut up about it.
"Toenails are creative..." He offered Amelia a lop-sided grin.
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Oct 31, 2006 23:59:28 GMT
Amelia’s shoulders slumped and she leaned against the wall. “Yeah” She agreed with little enthusiasm. “Nothing. Ever. Ever.” She sighed again and looked at the floor. “We could try ripping up the carpet, but I don’t know how well that would go down with the rest of the pack” She looked over at Fox with a small smile. “Toenails are creative on creative people.” She reasoned with little humour.
The whole nothing happening thing was taking it’s toll on Amelia and her wolf, the latter paced around just waiting for a small gap in which to break through. Amelia wiped a hand across her eyes and pushed herself off the wall. “Tomorrow can’t come soon enough” She said darkly. She looked over at Fox. “As childish as it is, we could try a game of tag or hide and seek or something equally energy expending and kiddy” She shrugged helplessly. “I’m sorry. It’s all I’ve got at the moment.”
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Nov 1, 2006 17:09:05 GMT
Fox leaned against the wall along side her. He put careful attention to the floor. Namely the carpet. It'd be a shame to rip up such lovely carpeting. Not to mention...facing the consequnces would not be fun. At all.
His wolf bounced up and down as soon as she suggested hide-and-seek. Oh...it wanted to play. It was bored. Play, play, play. His hair took on a lighter shade of brown, growing a might wilder than it was before. "Hide and seek sounds fun." His wolf thought it was a great idea.
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Nov 1, 2006 21:48:40 GMT
Amelia grinned at Fox’s agreement to her idea. She had been slightly loath to ask because she had an inkling he’d think it was stupid. But his confirmation that it sounded like fun made Amelia slightly happier. “Well, how do you want to decide whose it? Rock, scissors, paper?” Amelia loved Rock, Scissors, Paper and she had a sneaking suspicion that just about every one did.
Amelia was slightest perked up now, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. The Hide and Seek idea, while still childish, was far better than tearing up carpet and it showed. Both her and her wolf were excited to be doing something. Her eyes yellowed slightly as she grinned widely at Fox.
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Nov 3, 2006 23:08:43 GMT
Fox beamed at the suggestion of Rock, Scissors, Paper. Because seriously...who in their right mind wouldn't like playing that game. But he gave a nonchalant shrug, hiding his own general giddiness behind a vague grin. His eyes returned Amelia's yellow shade with the deep red of his own wolf's.
"Another question though," Fox held out his hand, balling it up in a fist a raising it into the air. "Are we going to let our wolves play around? Since mine has been nagging me all damn night." He offered a slightly wolfish grin.
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Amelia
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Post by Amelia on Nov 3, 2006 23:29:39 GMT
Amelia raised her fist is the same manner as Fox, but his question made her lower it slightly in thought. “I know exactly what you mean,” She admitted through a sigh “Mine’s been almost unbearable.” She shrugged briefly and re-raised her fist. “I don’t see why it’d be a problem. Any more of this whining and I’m going to have to anyway.”
She smiled. “Ready to lose?” She teased lightly, already trying to figure out which of the three choices she was pick. She wasn’t great with snap decisions so, when a game was about to happen, she got right onto thinking about it.
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