Isabella
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
While you were busy destroying my life, what was half in me has become whole.
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Post by Isabella on Mar 5, 2008 0:59:28 GMT
Continued from; Empty Room with Neal
Of course, their scent trail would be easy to follow if anyone was looking for them and a werewolf's hearing would make the door pointless, it was more for the feeling of privacy than anything else she supposed, the physicality for 'keeping it behind closed doors'. "I agree," she sighed heavily, "you know I do, but... what can we do? I mean more than what we're already doing." As she shook her head, the sheet of smooth black hair that hung over her shoulders shifted against her neck and sleeves and she sighed again, "We can creep around behind their backs, checking up on the pack as much as we like, sooner or later something 's going to give. I think every member of this pack knows that. It's only a matter of time..."
Personally, Bella wanted to deal with it on her terms, she didn't wantto wait for something in the pack to 'give', couldn't bear the thought of the pack splitting or fracturing for good. Not when so many of the members were forging or had forged meaningful relationships here. That was just the older members too. What about Heather? She had only just joined, how would she feel if suddenly the rug was ripped out form under her? It physically pained Bella to think about it. No. She wanted to resolves things on their terms.
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Neal
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
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Post by Neal on Mar 12, 2008 2:53:14 GMT
It was not the first time they had held such a hushed conversation, words bordering on lines in the sand and the knowledge that the no turning back point was almost upon them, if not already far behind and lost somewhere in one of the insults and indignities that the pack as a whole had suffered recently under the ‘leadership’ of the four. It hadn’t been only the fighters to suffer, the group as a whole diminished without a clear leader; Neal couldn’t remember the last time the fighters had been able to take a group of the pack out for some fun, or even the last time they had left the hotel at all that hadn’t been a food run.
It wasn’t only the pack in here that they had to protect, there was the territory out there that could be being taken over for all the leaders knew and apparently cared. It made the wolf in him almost howl in anger and frustration, Neal having to swallow to keep the sound silent. “We shouldn’t have to do it this way…” It went against everything he knew and believed to feel this way and to say what he was feeling. “We can’t let it carry on this way because it’ll be the pack who suffers if we do…”
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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.
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Post by Isabella on Apr 3, 2008 21:52:10 GMT
Isabella couldn't remember the last time anyone in the pack had actually been out for an evening, none of the mated pairs had she knew, they'd have had to seek the permission of the 'Alphas' and that just wasn't happening right now, they weren't approachable, they weren't available. It made her so angry she couldn't form words for a moment. Neal was absolutely right, they shouldn't have to be doing it this way, and Bella didn't want the pack to be hurting the way that is was, Drake's absence still stung, even two weeks after the fact, she knew she wasn't the only one who felt it, who felt his absence, it was one of many little things that grouped together to give her a headache. Then again maybe that was better than the heartache, it seemed more logical at least, easier to deal with, which was probably also an illusion.
"I know. You're right." Sighing, the dark haired female stepped forwards, just to close the gap between her and her mate, her wolf giving a low growl that she largely curbed, prevented from becoming a full out sound but in a way she needed to let a little of it out because there was so much pent up inside her she found she needed that proximity to Neal to calm her down. Both sides of her. The fighter folded her arms and frowned. "The pack is already suffering, amado, I don't know what we can do to fix things. It's not our place anymore." Her voice was quiet, but her words were weighted and she gave a tiny shake of her head again, frustration in the situation seeping into her posture.
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Neal
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
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Post by Neal on Apr 14, 2008 20:16:14 GMT
For all that wolves were creatures who craved the company and safety that a large group provided, there were times when all of them wanted to either be in a smaller group for a while or to explore something outside of the hotel, to see the sights of the city instead of being cooped up behind the walls in a way that reminded Neal uncomfortably of a prison. It was the norm for a pack to stay as close as this one did he knew, but it wasn’t the norm for them to be unable to travel through other parts of the territory they claimed to posses.
“It’ll be alright, we’ll help fix this somehow,” Neal soothed, although he wasn’t sure he completely believed the words anymore. Time and time again he had heard himself make similar promises but Isabella was right –what could they really do when it wasn’t their place to outright question the choices that were leading them down paths none really wanted to tread. All this sneaking around behind the backs of the Alpha’s was starting to get to Neal, and not just the feelings of frustration at seeing those he cared about restricted to the hotel or unable to feel a part of the pack, as though they weren’t a family anymore.
It was the sense of betrayal, that by believing the Alpha’s had done something wrong he was somehow failing in his duty to protect the pack and to protect those he followed. In his heart, Neal felt as though he didn’t truly deserve the title age had given him of ‘senior’ fighter, just as a part of him felt that even being a fighter and thinking what he thought was bordering on treachery; something which hurt the loyal side of him but he didn’t know what else to do, mind twisting and turning helplessly against the trap time had set.
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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.
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Post by Isabella on Jan 12, 2009 23:58:41 GMT
They were inquisitive beings most of them, by nature or by character, there were few members in the pack that didn’t like spending at least a little time in the outside world, oddly all that Isabella could think of for a moment was how much restricting herself to internet shopping was probably killing Regina. In any case, they couldn’t stay cooped up like this without tempters fraying and spats breaking out forever, it just wasn’t possible, just as it wasn’t possible for humans to do so either.
After a long pause spent shaking her head in disbelief that it had come to this, the female looked up thoughtfully, “Maybe we should try and get the pack to sit down together for dinner at the same time for once?” Bella suggested, eyebrows rising subtly as she looked at Neal. “We need something to promote a feeling of togetherness right now, the most anyone can accuse of is cooking too much,” a very slight smirk had started to tug at the corner of her mouth as the suggestion started to take hold in her own head. “In fact, we could push the tables in the dining room together into a semi-circle, it’ll be just like the old days.”
It was a temporary patch, a band-aid for a bullet hole, but it was likely the best thing they could do for the time being, it was the bets thing she could think to suggest at least.
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Neal
Alpha Werewolf
Bella's Pack
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Post by Neal on Jan 25, 2009 5:55:07 GMT
There had probably already been a couple of blow ups within the pack, with some of the pack members with shorter fuses, or those that always meant well but sometimes appeared to push things a little too far. Personally, Neal dreaded to think what might happen if Samson was cooped up in a room for too long with someone with one of those tempers that was quick to anger. They all needed to get out once in a while, if only to cool off and Neal didn’t doubt that everyone was feeling the tension to some degree. Even those who might not fully understand why things were off, knew in some way that they were.
How had it come to this? He couldn’t pinpoint an exact turning point within the pack, when he had first noticed the way in which somehow their leaders were no longer approachable. Neal knew that it must have been a gradual thing, a slow pulling away from those who loved and trusted them until one day he had just realised that there was a hole in the world. Neal and Bella could try to fill that painful wound with all the tricks they knew but it just wasn’t the same. They were no substitute for what had been lost whenever that change had taken over Rayne and the rest.
“Good idea,” he agreed, warm smile on his face as he met Bella’s gaze. “We’ve not done that for far too long.” Another example of what had been faded away from pack life without the Alphas.
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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.
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Post by Isabella on Dec 28, 2009 0:16:05 GMT
God help poor Samson if he actually managed to piss off one of the other wolves enough to make them snap, Finn for instance she imagined wouldn’t suffer the Greek wolf too lightly with fuses short as they were and Samson as energetic as ever. Worst of all she and Neal and the wolves that she knew were loyal to them, wolves that had come with them from Argentina couldn’t be everywhere at once to police the pack, to ensure that everyone was playing nice, or at the very least playing safely. It was worrying to say the least. As with so many things this slide into uncertainty had been slow, almost imperceptible and none of them could have predicted i in reality, but that was a small comfort to the crumbling walls of the pack. Things were fragile, the balance was oh so delicate and they had to maintain it as best they could.
Finally a smile came to Isabella’s features and she raised an eyebrow, "I have my moments," she informed her mate. "At the very least it wil allow us all to feel as though we’re a family for an evening. It should be made known to the Alphas--" Bella rarely called them Rayne and Dante now, as if she didn’t know who they even were "--so that they may make the choice to attend or not. I think we will all know where they stand if they choose not to spend time with the pack." It could lend a sour note to the evening, but Bella was sure they could counter that, perhaps with music and dancing like she remembered from her youth, how her parents had thrown great parties where they would all eat together and then push the tables away so that the fighters might spar or they might all dance until the night was wearing thin. How she longed for those joyous nights to be common in this pack. It pained her how quiet and dead the place felt sometimes. That was not the way she thought a pack out to be.
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Finn
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
War is overdue. The time has come for you to shoot your leaders down.
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Post by Finn on Sept 18, 2010 22:58:28 GMT
POST TIMESKIP.
CONTINUED FROM: Hallways with Penelope.
At the end of the day, Finn was actually a very tactically-minded individual. He had lived on the outskirts of his birth pack, observed and studied, and most would say it was his arrogance that had led to his being exiled but he would say it was the pack's carelessness that had led to the events preceding his exit from the territory and the only surroundings he had ever known. From that point until he met up with Rayne and Dante and the wolves they commanded as their own, he had been considered a rogue and that had taken intelligence and cunning, both of which Finn possessed a good deal of. People looked at him and understimated him but he wouldn't have survived as long as he had if he wasn't smart, if he couldn't dissect a situation, pick apart the pieces, and analyse them with a cool, clear head.
Finn had no doubt that there were those inside the Four Seasons now who were taking charge, in fact he could picture very clearly who those wolves were, but they weren't in the area and so it was down to the two of them to get to safety. They couldn't just cower in the corner, whimper and whine and rely on others. Pride and a certain degree of -- what he felt was justified -- arrogance meant their wolves wanted to be independent, as much as they could be in a pack situation. They weren't going to wait to be rescued. They would rely on one another.
After a nod towards Penelope to agree with her statement, Finn studied their surroundings with a quick glance, taking everything in with keen eyes, and then he moved off at a swift pace with the female in tow. The door swung inward and he stepped through with the she-wolf at his back, Penelope closing it behind her as she followed him in. It was as Finn was headed towards the window to see how clear the ground beyond was that a shadow passed over the glass, a moment before a figure burst through it, sending shards inward where they scattered over the ground, littering the carpet around their feet. The wolf flickered in Finn's eyes and he stepped back not out of submission but to give himself room to draw his rapier, a growl rolling up his throat as he moved.
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Ripper
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
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Post by Ripper on Sept 23, 2010 9:37:23 GMT
Continued from: Side Street.
He landed cleanly on two feet, his knives flashing in his hands, his lips curled in a snarl of satisfaction. Two wolves - two inferior animals, even one female. Sheppard would be so proud if he cut up the woman. He'd deliver her hair to his Alpha. His eyes flashed as he took in the male infront of him.
He was wielding a sword. A sword. How pathetic. Ripper spun his knives and looked at the female cowering behind the male. He licked his lips once and looked at her, his eyes flashing. Then he turned his attention back to the male and spun his knives. "Prepare for pain."
And he lunged.
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Penelope
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
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Post by Penelope on Sept 27, 2010 16:22:33 GMT
In Penelope’s eyes, Finn’s birth pack had been foolish, had been short sighted and petty, to give him up so easily, to exile him, throw him away. Their loss had been her gain, the male by far the best thing about her life and this pack, making day to day living more than tolerable as a result. Everyone only saw the tiniest layer when it came to the pair of them, never bothering to look any deeper. Penelope knew she was as guilty of this sin as everyone else, that there were wolves within the pack she had seen, sized up and decided were unworthy of her time and effort in a single glance, judging them as she so hated to be judged herself but then she tended to be right most of the time. She had been right about Finn, right about Samson after all.
A widening of the eyes was the only reaction given to the shadow and shatter of glass falling all around them, tiny glittering splinters of sharp rain, making the pair step back from the promised freedom, so soon after stepping forward. A male wolf stood between them and the way out of the burning building and what kind of insane creature would chose to leap into such a building, not to protect a person or a thing, but simply to attack further. Head was held high, defiantly so, as he looked at her, licked his lips in so disgusting a fashion.
She had no weapon but for the violin case, Penelope gripping it harder in its own protection, already knowing that there was no way she could actually use it for a weapon, not unless Finn was… gone. And he wouldn’t be dead and gone, Penelope wouldn’t allow that, eyes dancing desperately around the room for something else she could wield, something to protect herself, feeling her wolf dance to the forefront of her eyes, growl on her throat at the strange male’s words and his lunge forward, for Finn.
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Finn
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
War is overdue. The time has come for you to shoot your leaders down.
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Post by Finn on Oct 9, 2010 16:54:08 GMT
The unknown male left little time for thought or preparation, but Finn noticed the trespasser's glance beyond him to Penelope at his back and his reaction triggered a fresh growl, this one protective and perhaps something more. Possessive? There was no time to analyse, pick the reaction apart, ascertain whether it had been all wolf or a mix of animal and man before their enemy was coming forward, intent clear, motions purposeful and thoroughly predatory.
Finn had to move quickly, trusting Penelope to keep back and out of the way of the swinging blades; she was unarmed -- though not defenceless and so very far from helpless -- and he didn't want her to get caught by either his rapier or the enemy wolf's knives. Steel sang as he deflected the first intended strike and stepped back to swing in with one of his own, knowing better than to let any kind of arrogance or satisfaction come into play; whoever this wolf was, he knew how to wield a blade and Finn wasn't about to let himself slip, especially not since it wasn't just his own life at stake but Penelope's as well, and if there was one life he was just as keen to prolong and preserve as much as his own, it was hers.
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Ripper
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
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Post by Ripper on Oct 28, 2010 9:32:11 GMT
Ripper's eyes flashed the colour of his wolf, his mouth curled in a snarling grin. The fight.. he loved the fight. It came with blood, with pain... and that was what Ripper loved most in life. If it could be considered love, from such a black, insane soul as Ripper's.
The pathetic wolf's blade snaked out - Ripper let out a bark of laughter, this was a swordsman - the fun would go on, while he wore him down.. he let his eyes flash to the female - she would be his reward. The females always bled and bled.. and Sheppard always had the females killed. Just another reason for Ripper to end these two wolves, and move on with the plan.
His knives flashed, his arms moving, his feet sure and quick. He met the male's eyes and allowed his eyes to blaze with his wolf's disdain for him and roared, bringing his knives along the blade, trying to break the thin blade between his own two flashing blades. His left hand snaked out and he caught the other wolf on the forearm - a long slash. Enough to hurt and spread blood - Ripper breathed in the rich smell of fear and blood, and pressed his attack.
The blood spattered onto the floor - Ripper knew how to keep his feet in the slipperiness of blood, having dealt with it on many occasions.. he waved the bloodied knife towards the female, flinging spatter at her, even as he whirled, a mocking laugh as his knives tried for another slash to the male.
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Finn
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
War is overdue. The time has come for you to shoot your leaders down.
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Post by Finn on Oct 30, 2010 23:17:29 GMT
Finn honestly couldn't remember the last time he had been in a fight, and a fight for his life at that. He was well trained in the art of swordsmanship, he practised regularly, religiously and some might even say rigorously; he was proud of the skill and made sure to hone it. He had never had any aspirations to become a fighter or anything else like that, really he was far too selfish, but he liked being able to honestly say he could defend himself. It was something upon which he could rely if necessary, like now. But he had never had to rely on the training and the experience like this before, never with an opponent so clearly intent on causing physical harm, even death.
Always aware of Penelope's position in the room and her proximity to the fighting itself, Finn deflected as best he could before pain lanced down his arm, enough to bring a cry out of his mouth as he staggered back, bringing his arm close. His right arm. The wolf surged to the surface in response to the pain, incensed by the attack and the claiming of first blood by his enemy, colouring his eyes brightly and tightening his chest in that tell tale demand for a transformation, one that Finn told himself to deny. Now was neither the time nor the place, and there was something about the other male that told him he would even more outclassed in wolf form, and space would be an issue.
The stagger allowed the other male another wound, catching deeply across his shoulder, a reminder not to stand still, never stand still in a fight, always be on the move and be light on your feet; even as blood slid free of the sliced flesh he pushed down pain as best he could to swipe back at the other wolf, a quick slash through the air to drive him back or lay open his chest. The latter would be preferable, but the former would be a relief in and of itself, if only because it would give Finn a moment to recover.
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Ripper
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
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Post by Ripper on Nov 26, 2010 4:06:30 GMT
The sword snaked towards Ripper's chest - he backed off, not quite enough to keep from being blooded a little - the burning slash awakening his wolf further. Blood... blood... blood...
It was a light one, and Ripper could have avoided it entirely - but blood in the room was a smell of chaos - it unsettled opponents deeply, and excited Ripper. The more blood smell in the room, the more his wolf thrilled to the battle. The wound was barely worth the blood it leaked, the seeping already slowing when he pulled away from the fight for a moment. The harsh breath of the other wolf as he tried to catch his breath - Ripper's own breathing steady and deep. Surprise and adrenaline - two things that would serve Ripper as he wore this... swordsman.. down. But he needed to finish this.
There was the girl to kill.
And more chaos to cause. He snarled, his teeth bared, and pulling a small dagger from his boot, he threw it at the female's shoulder - his eyes never leaving the male wolf. The knife would connect, this he knew, but it would depend on how she moved. It would either cut deeply into her torso or simply strike lightly, causing a flesh wound - it's silver edge adding a burn. It would distract the male - and Ripper's chance to end this fight - and him - would get closer.
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Penelope
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Bella's Pack
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Post by Penelope on Nov 28, 2010 0:52:45 GMT
If there was one thing that Penelope didn’t like about fighting, it was all the blood that came with it, the scent thick and heavy in the air around them, unable to prevent the wrinkle of disgust that drifted across her features at the scent. Blood. It just highlighted the undignified manner of fighting, how even something as elegant and as regal as sword fighting could be become so base. Blood didn’t excite her, didn’t get her pulse running, heart pounding, the adrenaline did that for her already, the simple fact that they were in a fight had Penelope in over drive. Not that she was getting to do much fighting, unarmed and unable to take on such a vicious armed enemy as this one. It meant having to leave the fighting currently to Finn, Penelope feeling ridiculously useless in these moments, unable to do anything but watch, fingers curled tightly on the violin case, almost going white at the knuckles.
Every time the intruder looked in her direction, it sent a cold shiver down her spine, something beyond unsettling about him. He was built to fight, not in the same way that Penelope could say those like Mateo were built to fight. There was something about him, something empty almost behind those eyes, as if fighting really was all he was interested in – no, not fighting. Hurting. Trying to kill and break, he seemed the sort of man who lived for that.
Her horned reflects came into play as without even having to look at her, he threw a weapon, Penelope spinning and twisting away, trying to avoid it as best it could. Blade still connected with skin, a glazing blow that lit her skin on fire, sharp gasp at the sensation of silver touching her. She bit savagely down on her lip, determined not to let any other sounds of pain escape her, to give the wolf any further satisfaction. There was Finn to consider as well, hand lifting to press against the burn, stifling another noise, not wishing to distract him, knowing that a distraction now could be deadly.
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