Mateo
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Senior Fighter
Life is a journey during which we all stumble at times.
Posts: 72
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Post by Mateo on Jun 19, 2007 18:59:20 GMT
Mateo gave a little nod and returned her smile with what constituted one of his own- a very quick, very slight twitch of the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t that he was against smiling, but it was simply something that he rarely did because it was so rare that there was actually anything for him to really smile about. There was no doubt in his mind that Isabella knew how much he appreciated her going to one of the Alphas rather than having him do it himself, even if it wasn’t actually spoken aloud. They had known each other for centuries, which gave them and all those they had known for so long the very distinct advantage of knowing how one another tended to operate, no matter the surroundings or situation.
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Penelope
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 40
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Post by Penelope on Jun 20, 2007 16:01:01 GMT
Continued from: Penelope’s Bedroom
The hallways were blessedly quiet as Penelope wound her way down them. She could smell various wolves had gone through them earlier on the day and no doubt some were still lurking about the place. Penelope knew she would have to be on her guard against some of the more excitable members of the pack, who didn’t seem to understand the concept of calm and quiet. All she wanted was to be able to walk at a normal pace to either the training room or possibly the kitchen if her stomach protested enough.
As she wandered, she could hear the quiet hum of voices behind closed doors all around her. It was a reassuring reminder that life was going on as normal in the hotel and that everyone had managed to come through the hardest night of the moon okay.
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Samson
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
Posts: 93
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Post by Samson on Jun 20, 2007 17:56:41 GMT
Continued from: Finn’s Bedroom
Samson passed Penelope as he left the bedroom, the female being swung around in an impromptu dance, ignoring her horrified squawk of protest. With a cheery wave he left her, Penelope brushing down her dress and shooting him a dark look. He sang under his breath as he half skipped, half walked, words jumbling up together on his quest back to the kitchen.
Distinctive scents caught his attention and he hesitated, head and body swivelling towards the location of his friends while his feet tried to encourage him to keep moving, obviously on the orders of his stomach. Samson visibly vibrated between the two directions, arms outstretched and giving the appearance of being pulled in two. He wanted to eat – he really wanted to eat – and his minion and all manner of people were in the kitchen. But there were people in the dinning room too, people who didn’t sneer at the sight of him.
Although he would never admit it, Samson always came away from his Finn ‘encounters’ feeling somewhat unloved by the world as a whole. Admitting it would have just led to questions he didn’t want to answer. With a small nod, Samson spun, ignoring the sounds of protest from his stomach.
Continued in: Dining Room
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Neal
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 79
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Post by Neal on Jun 23, 2007 13:25:55 GMT
He nodded as Bella spoke, the backs of his fingers lightly brushing up her arm. It was an unconscious action, done simply to subconsciously reassure them both that they were in close proximity to each other. “We shouldn’t tell anyone else until Rayne and Dante decide how they want to handle this,” Neal said softly, clamping down on the urge to take control and do what they could to ease the shock the rest of the pack would likely feel at the news.
It wasn’t his place to do that, no matter how much he might have wished to help. Neal had to follow Rayne and Dante’s lead, whatever it may turn out to be. “I’ll make sure to save us some food while you find one of them then,” he told his mate, wishing there was something more that could be done right now.
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Isabella
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
While you were busy destroying my life, what was half in me has become whole.
Posts: 75
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Post by Isabella on Jun 25, 2007 17:22:47 GMT
Bella nodded at Neal's words, an eyebrow raised in thought as she acknowledged the need for them to keep it quiet until a decision had been reached by their Alphas as to how to proceed. It was a recognisable enough expression that she wore, just as the small smile from Mateo which she had caught and understood easily. Her dark eyes moved to her mate and she caught his hand, giving it a light squeeze, "I'll be quick," she assured him, though she was sure it was needless.
She appreciated his intention to save them some breakfast, no matter how much seemed to be made of a morning or any meal now that se thoughts about it there was usually very little leftover, werewolf metabolisms were wonderful things. After a moment she made off into the hallway system again, heading first towards the Alpha's room where she had a hunch they would be but couldn't be sure until she got there of course.
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Neal
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 79
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Post by Neal on Jun 29, 2007 22:12:44 GMT
He watched her go down the hallway, for a moment almost mesmerised by the way Isabella walked, her long dark hair glossy and slightly bouncing with every graceful step she took. Neal blinked a few times, before physically shaking his head to snap his brain back in gear. A glance to the side told him Mateo had noticed his distraction, something in the way he stood.
Not smirking certainly, because Mateo would never smirk. Not really a change in facial expression of any kind, because it was Mateo and he tended not to show his feelings on his face. Neal could tell anyway, in a way that only hundreds of years in the same family could. “Don’t start,” he grumbled lightly, heading back to the kitchen, the other fighter only a step behind.
Continued in: The Kitchen with Mateo
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Penelope
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 40
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Post by Penelope on Jul 26, 2007 19:54:11 GMT
Getting jumped by Samson or one of the other playful members of the pack was always an unpleasant experience for Penelope. She disliked their casual attitudes to life and towards being a wolf – it was a serious matter to the female and as far as she was concerned, should always be treated as one. With a final brush down of her dress, Penelope exhaled and mentally shook away the memory of the past few moments, trying to recall what she had been doing before.
With a small sigh she continued on her way, passing the dinning room with a masked grimace at the scents inside. There was no way Penelope wanted to get involved in that combination of people and so she moved past, footfalls silent and graceful as she headed towards the kitchen, intent on grabbing a slice of toast before her training.
Continued in: The Kitchen
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Isabella
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
While you were busy destroying my life, what was half in me has become whole.
Posts: 75
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Post by Isabella on Aug 2, 2007 17:50:52 GMT
Isabella had knocked on the Alpha's door and waited patiently outside; her anger, or maybe irritation was a better word, had subsided enough to be replaced solely with concern for the time being and that encompassed both Drake's well being, informing the Alpha's and how they would react, as well as the reaction from the pack at large once it became common knowledge. Dante had opened the door and the fighter relayed to him what had happened, who knew, how long ago the events had taken place, Bella waited patiently until she was essentially told that by now Drake was probably out of pack territory and therefore he was out of their 'jurisdiction' and as such there was nothing the could, or should do about it. Respect had be taught to Bella as a young wolf, engrained into every activity she had partaken in and she had bowed her head in acknowledgement of their decision; they were the Alphas, it was their choice and even though it didn't sit right with the fighter for one of their own to be out alone in the city there was nothing more she could do about it.
So, as the door closed the Alpha's back into their solitude Bella turned and started down the hallway, giving a light snort of annoyance only when she had rounded the corner at the end of the corridor. Informing the pack had been left more or less to their discretion, something she found most unhelpful in that she knew it was going to rock the pack, everyone to different degrees of course but she felt it was something the Alpha's should have come out of their room and dealt with themselves.
Slender fingers tapped against her lips as she walked, she decided talking with Neal was the first thing to do, Mateo too if he wanted to and most certainly Charlotte - if she had been the one to see drake leaving Bella felt that she might want or need to be involved somewhat. In any case she wanted to check on the Historian to see if she was alright; it could wait until after breakfast though, she was probably in the records room and the fighter had the feeling that maybe she ought to have a bit of space and time to herself. It was all very presumptuous of her, but she didn't exactly have much to go on thanks to the vague instructions from Dante.
Continued in; The Kitchen
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Neal
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 79
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Post by Neal on Nov 18, 2007 20:21:18 GMT
Continued from: The Kitchen with Isabella
The contact with Bella helped keep Neal grounded and focused on things aside from his mate. In the back of his mind, his wolf whined softly, sensing the unease from the wolf next to him. It didn’t matter to the wolf that he and Neal knew the cause of her distress, shared it even when he allowed himself to think of Drake alone somewhere outside the protection of the pack and the reactions of those that had liked him, when they found he was gone. It didn’t matter because Bella was upset and all he wanted to do was cure that upset. The fact that he couldn’t, that he couldn’t fix Drake leaving or the denial at being allowed to follow him hurt inside, even if only slightly.
They moved a little way down the hallway, sounds from the kitchen fading with every step they took, until the two reached part of the hotel where they could speak without other’s hearing, where they could work out what to do and how to try and fix it, somehow. Exactly how, Neal wasn’t sure, because he wouldn’t have played it out this way, but he knew if anyone could figure it out with him, it would be Bella. He breathed deeply, drawing in her scent before speaking.
“Why did they say no?”
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Isabella
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
While you were busy destroying my life, what was half in me has become whole.
Posts: 75
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Post by Isabella on Nov 23, 2007 3:44:15 GMT
"Apparently," Bella began, though it was blatant in her tone and the way she crossed her arms over her chest that she didn't even remotely agree with the decision. Here, with Neal she could voice her concerns and be honest and forthright in the fact that she felt the Alphas had made the wrong decision here. It was glaring to her and she was angry about it. Too many times in the past had her family been broken up, too many rough patches, too many sticky situations. Something as simple as going to find Drake and at least make sure he was okay, even if he really did want to leave the pack... it was a no-brainer, "Apparently," she repeated herself, "by now he will be out of the pack's territory and therefore out of our 'jurisdiction', especially if he has passed into the other's packs territory."
There was a modicum of ill-disguised bad-temper in her words., a side of her that only Neal saw now a days, but that some of the pack members from Argentina might have remembered about Bella from her youth; her ability to have a serious temper should her buttons be pushed. It might be true that she was never herself close to Drake but that was as far from the point as was possible to get. He was family.
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Neal
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 79
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Post by Neal on Nov 29, 2007 21:42:37 GMT
There were times when a voice sounded out, deep in the dark reaches of his mind. It always said the same thing, claiming that the Alphas, in their choice, had made the wrong one and that was another push towards some line in the sand. Neal didn’t really know where the line was, or how close they were to crossing it but sometimes he wondered, even as he gave a low huff of breath, wordless immediate response to her explanation. The reasoning just made no sense. To not even try to follow?
Drake was family and you didn’t let family go without at least knowing why. And if family left, you didn’t just give up. The very role he and Bella had within the pack, the role of fighter meant that you fought for your family. They should have fought for Drake.
He reached out, hand drifting along Bella’s folded arms, knowing the anger that was hidden there, knowing that his own rage and confusion was visible in his gaze. The choice was made and they would have to abide by it, and all he could do was hope the young wolf would be alright. “And they didn’t even come out to give the announcement?” Neal asked, fighting to keep his voice even, jaw clenching because he already knew and was asking only to say the words.
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Isabella
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
While you were busy destroying my life, what was half in me has become whole.
Posts: 75
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Post by Isabella on Dec 9, 2007 3:37:31 GMT
That same voice resided in the back of Isabella's mind too. Of course, Neal knew that, because Neal was the only person she would ever discuss such things, she shared everything with her ate, including such, on occasion, mutinous thoughts directed at their Alphas. There was the distinct sense of stumbling towards something and every time the Alphas did something that sat ill with her, or both of them, the pace picked up pace, the line got closer. For Rayne and Dante to not even think of following was insanity. To Bella at least. It was just so... apathetic. So callous and cold of them and that was a side she was not sure had been revealed before this occasion. It felt cruel.
Shaking her head, Bella had to pass air through her nostrils in order to hold onto her composure, "They're busy, it would seem." She responded tartly, "They gave no expressed desire for us not to tell the pack though, just that there would be no search party. No investigation." In tilting her head to the side, dark shiny hair slipped over her shoulder as she regarded her mate. It was the question burning through her, fighting against the instinct that told her to go and seek Drake out and find out at least that he was unhurt, even if he truly wanted to break from the pack: "Do you think we should say something?"
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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 Dec 9, 2007 23:37:36 GMT
Continued from: The Courtyard
Ishara didn’t suffer from OCD and neither was she any sort of clean freak, where everything had to be perfect and just so to keep her calm and happy. In fact, she adored digging about in the soil and the dirt of the ground but it did mean her hands were now somewhat caked with mess and she could hardly touch food like that. She was feeling a little hungry as well, the pull of the moon increasing her appetite and making her crave something more substantial than the usual fruit she would eat at this time of day.
Moving quietly through the hallways, Ishara vaguely made a note of the strongest scents she could smell. Neal and Isabella had crossed part of her own path and recently as well. All around her Ishara could sense the rest of the pack and she drew comfort from the fact she could. While they weren’t the pack she had grown up with, they were slowly becoming family to her. She cared about them and it made her fell safe to know she was part of this pack.
Perhaps some Okonomiyaki was in order, mind abruptly switching from the musing on family and pack – which would have undoubtedly eventually travelled down paths she didn’t want to revisit – and back to some kind of food. Now that she had thought about it, the traditional Japanese dish sounded delightfully tempting. It was a perfect mish-mash dish and she could finish off many of the scraps of food so that they could restock it properly. But first, she still had to clean her hands.
Continued in: Downstairs Bathroom
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Neal
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 79
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Post by Neal on Dec 16, 2007 19:06:02 GMT
The feeling of cruelty had not gone unnoticed in Neal either and he couldn’t help but wonder if it would be the same for all of them. If one by one, a pack member would leave because of that chill and the Alpha’s wouldn’t go after them, thus increasing the feeling and sending more bad vibes, pushing more of their family away until Neal didn’t know what would be left. The whole pack told their emotional whole from their leaders, even if they didn’t realise it and a feeling of uncaring would only result in that unease travelling down to all the fighters and the pack members.
“Someone has to,” Neal replied with a sigh, looking down at the floor and their feet although his gaze was not truly directed there. “It would be worse for them to find out by rumour and accident, it will only add to the… emptiness if they feel the event did not even deserve a proper mention.” If they couldn’t go after Drake the least they could do was make sure he was remembered correctly. It was all they could do really.
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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.
Posts: 101
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Post by Derrick on Dec 17, 2007 23:36:03 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
For someone of his age, with his experience, it was silly to think that he was anxious because his senses were betraying him for a change. As efficient at tracking and hunting as he had once been, still was in fact, it was ridiculous to think that now, when he wanted them to aid him, he couldn’t find her scent, and that had led him to wandering the hallways almost like he had misplaced something of extreme, irreplaceable value. And of course, that was the case. Kaleigh was irreplaceable, the only thing he couldn’t bear to lose, the only thing he had left to lose.
Of course, Derrick knew she was here in the Four Seasons somewhere, and that he had just worked himself up, being unable to locate her straight away. It wasn’t as if anything drastic had happened during the course of him taking a brief nap this evening, but with his past, with their past, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat, well, lost.
She was around here somewhere. It was just a matter of calming himself down enough to find her.
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