Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
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Post by Bo on Jan 10, 2007 1:28:46 GMT
As Fee leaned into him slightly, he reciprocated without even thinking by draping an arm around her shoulder. To anyone outside of their ragtag group of misfits and pickpockets, their actions would have looked very intimate, certainly overly-comfortable, but really, Bo didn’t categorise it as such; he and Fee were like two peas in a pod, and they watched each other’s backs.
“Oh, Fee… you do present some tasty options…” He licked his lips as if to emphasise the point, eyes narrowing to think over the tough decision as the others chuckled and murmured, discussing it as well. “Anybody got a coin?” His grin was back in full, and he looked down at Fee.
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
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Post by Fee on Jan 10, 2007 2:54:39 GMT
Fiona matched Bo's grin, cheeky as ever. "Don't let Tad choose," she announced to the group. "Everybody knows he'd just want to head over to Lunacy to see Laurie shake her tail - "
"Stuff it, Fee!" Tad's retort was rushed and desperate, but Fee saw him trying not to smile; he was turning almost as red as his hair.
"You think she's goooorgeous," the skater taunted her friend. Extracting herself from Bo's person allowed herself to 'moonwalk' in circles around Tad as she teased him. "You want to huuuug her, you want to kiiiiiiss her - hey!"
Tad was too slow to catch her, but he managed to snag her braid and give a good tug. Fee growled, "What is it with you bastards and my hair? Jeez..." But she continued with a smirk, "Maybe we should make it Lunacy before poor Taddle here explodes."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Jan 10, 2007 3:23:17 GMT
Fee’s instincts were almost as highly tuned as a wolf’s; yet another thing that Bo admired about his female counterpart, if he could be so bold as to call her such. True, she didn’t have all the perks he had, but for a human, she was about as close as she could get, really, and that was saying something. Maybe it was just a female thing, he mused, smirking to himself as he laughed at Tad’s full-on blush.
When the redhead tugged Fee’s braid, Bo intervened with a simple shove on Tad’s shoulder that nearly sent him sprawling in the dirt. He grinned meaningfully at the young male human, and for a flicker of an instant, Bo thought he saw something not unlike fear there, before it was chased away by the laughter of the group. Bo would never hurt any of them, but when it came to teasing Fee like that… well, that was just his turf. And he was a territorial creature by nature.
“And since I’m not in the mood to clear up the mess,” the devious wolf continued for Fee, “I second that vote.”
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Jan 10, 2007 3:55:41 GMT
The look on Tad's face was rather priceless, but Fee didn't miss the flash of worry there. She tossed the redhead a genuine smile and grasped the back loop of Bo's blue jeans, tugging him away from the rumpled skater. Bo's wolfen nature made him territorial, but Fiona was always there to make sure he didn't push it too far.
"Down, boy," she murmured to the blonde wolf, teasing. Another tug on his jeans spun him about to face her, and she gave a cheeky smile. "I left some stuff at your pad across town, right? Don't wanna head into the club lookin' like a tomboy punk."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Jan 10, 2007 4:13:04 GMT
Granting Fee a well-timed growl in response to her ‘command’ as he was spun, he briefly turned his head and smirked at Tad with as much apology as he was about to summon, which wasn’t much, but the lot of them were hardly apologetic by nature, and understood one another’s little quirks and habits, even if they didn’t always enjoy them. Bo was territorial and known to give in to his instincts, Fee was assertive and cheeky even for her age, Bobby was loud-mouthed, Tad stammered and rambled…
“Sure did, Chickadee,” he said to her, giving her a boyish grin. “How about we cut these losers loose, and you and I play a game of fetch?” His eyes waned and flickered, the wolf teasing at the surface all over again as his straw-blonde roots bled an inky black.
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Jan 10, 2007 9:07:15 GMT
“You got it, toots,” Fee laughed in return. The young human collected her board and helmet, taking time to skate circles around the little gang. “We’ll meet you bitches there!” she crowed. “Bobby! Make sure Tad doesn’t make an ass out of himself, yeah?”
“That’ll be the day!” Bobby retorted. Tad yelled indignantly, and before long, an all-out scuffle was in the works, complete with flying dust. Fiona just laughed and zipped up to Bo, snagging him by the arm with a laugh of, “C’mon, McScruff.”
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Jan 10, 2007 17:57:29 GMT
Bo grinned broadly, the expression excited and wicked, and he snatched his satchel from down by the can, feeling the fabric’s warmth as he took it in gloved fingers. “Be good, kids,” he said to the others, winking a brilliantly blue eye at them, before he turned to leave them behind, feeling the wolf scratch at the surface, pining to be let out all over again.
Fee snagged his arm, and he laughed, smiling openly at her. “Just gimme a sec, ‘kay?” He winked at her, and then dashed off to the side of the building he had used a while ago, already pulling off his gloves as he went. It didn’t take him long to shed his human attire, and before long, he was letting the last of his wolf’s vertebrae pop and crack into place, and he stretched agile limbs back and forth with a satisfied, feral groan.
With a flick of his tail, he wriggled the bag over his head, forelegs slipping through, and with the satchel in place, he trotted out to meet Fee beside her board, looking up at her with a twitch of one tall black ear. His cheeky lupine expression said it all; ‘let’s get outta here’.
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Jan 10, 2007 18:10:32 GMT
Fiona’s laughter returned again, loud and full, before she ruffled Bo’s ‘mane’ with one gloved hand while she snapped her helmet on. The young skater pushed off of the ground, building up enough momentum to sent her flying along the pavement. The click of nails behind her gave away Bo’s position; Fee couldn’t help but laugh again. The pair raced along the alleys, Bo getting ahead of her easily, but Fee didn’t mind
And then, she saw the stairwell. Mischief and excitement practically crackled around her; with a few pushes of her foot, she picked up speed, closing in. The flat concrete ended and, for a few moments, Fiona was airborne, arching her body back to allow her to grab the board with one gloved hand. She gave an almighty yell of pure joy, landed with no trouble, and kept going.
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Jan 11, 2007 23:14:10 GMT
There weren’t many people who could get away with ‘petting’ Bo as a wolf, but Fee pulled it off ten times out of ten, if only because she and the rogue had so much fun on a near-enough daily basis, and the laughs she provided, as well as the kooky ideas, more than made up for the coddling she made him endure as a wolf.
He ran along with her as she skated, feeling the breeze cut through his ebony-black fur like blades, and he longed to howl, feeling his tail streak out behind him. He startled a group of homeless men as he and Fee rocketed past their little bonfire, and gave in to his urge as they passed, throwing back his large, noble head and letting lose with a great yowl of happiness to the bright, beautiful moon above.
Bo heard the men yelp in surprise, blurting in shock about the size of the ‘dog’ they had just seen, and the lycanthrope gave a hefty wolfen snort. Dog, indeed… oh, how he longed to educate them.
But not now. Now, he and Fee were on a mission…
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Jan 11, 2007 23:24:33 GMT
More stairwells, barrels, and random potholes provided plenty of challenges to keep Fiona on her toes. She was airborne for a good portioin of their 'trip,' laughing and hollering, occasionally going so far as to howl when Bo did. She always loved skating with him by her side. They would race sometimes, but more often than not, they spent the time tearing through town, terrorizing poor, unsuspecting pedestrians, and generally having a grand ol' time.
Regular pair of hellions, we are.
With a devious smile, Fee stood straight on her board, catching her balance before she tried her next 'trick.' Ever so slowly, she turned bodily on the board until she was essentially skating backwards. This view allowed her to taunt Bo as they zoomed along, and although there was a good chance that this would end in a broken bone or something equally painful, Fee was too hyped up to really care.
Continued at: Rayne's Territory; Bo's Apartment
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Tobin
Omega Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
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Post by Tobin on Feb 24, 2007 21:48:06 GMT
The white wolf leaped down into the alley, gracefully pushing off from the wall. The landing however, was not so impressive, one of the beast’s legs folding under him as he landed, sending him staggering to the side with a whimper of pain. He lifted his head as he leaned against the wall, scanning the area for any threat, for anything at all. Blood was still trickling out of the many cuts that littered his body, the thick coarse hair covering most of them from immediate view although the blood was starting to matt it together, turning normally bright white hair into a duller, dirtier grey.
The moon had gone and he was in control of his own mind again. In control and alone, in a city he didn’t recognise. Tobin let out a mournful howl, holding onto the transformation and keeping the wolf in place. He hurt so much, so confused, so lost. All Tobin had was the wolf. He was safe as the wolf, nobody would hurt him.
Painfully he lurched forward, dragging his injured leg as best he could, limbs shaking from exhaustion and weakness. Tobin didn’t know how much longer he could keep moving but he had to – he didn’t know where he was going but he had been abandoned and he had to get away. He needed to find a place to rest and let his wounds heal.
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Tobin
Omega Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
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Post by Tobin on Feb 25, 2007 21:05:26 GMT
Tobin knew he had broken his back right leg. He recognised the pain that came with a broken bone intimately, but he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted by the pain right now. He wasn’t safe. If his training had taught him anything, it was pain was to be ignored if there was something more important going on at the same time. He ignored any of the cuts still open, the stinging and the feel of bruising under his fur coat as he moved.
Amber eyes took in the city spread out in front of him and he whined softly, pausing for a moment. Tobin needed to decide what to do, if he should run forward or backwards. Behind him was… behind him was terror and a danger he knew. Ahead was the unknown and danger of a different kind. He didn’t know what to do and whined again, sniffing the air and taking in all the frightening scents. The werewolf knew he couldn’t stay where he was and after a few more seconds of incisiveness he began to limp deeper into the city, the terror of what he was running from over ridding the fear of the unknown.
Continued in: General Stores etc; Back Alleys
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Dec 17, 2007 23:28:24 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
“Just be careful with it, man, if my cousin finds out I lifted his keys, he’ll kick my ass.”
“He’s gonna find out, dude.”
“Stop it, he’s already wettin’ his pants.”
Laughter erupted as the group leaned in to get a better look at the interior of the car, at all the bells and whistles. “How the hell did your deadbeat cousin afford this?” Bo asked, sitting in the driver’s seat before putting down his foot and revving as much as the vehicle would allow. The roar that resonated from beneath the hood caused the gang around him to erupt with whoops and cheers, and Bo released an energetic, excited laugh. God, this car was awesome.
He was almost tempted to try and, well, steal the keys; ‘boost’ the car. But this gang, a motley crew though they were, were his ‘pack’, in some loose sense, and if Bo and his wolf acknowledged one thing about their nature it was that you didn’t screw over your pack. No way, no how.
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Dec 24, 2007 19:37:36 GMT
Continued from: Main Streets
It was the roar of a finely tuned engine that made Fee think something was up. Curiosity prompted her to jog a bit faster and, once she'd turned the corner, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Holy fuck," was her greeting. "Which one of you douchebags boosted this beauty?"
She slapped her way through a series of high fives and finally made her way to the glorious piece of American muscle that was purring happily in the street. Custom paint job, leather interior, by the look of it...only problem was the loser in the driver's seat. With a smirk, Fee snuck up to the driver's side window and reached in to smack Bo upside the head.
"Don't break it, loser."
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Bo
Rogue Werewolf
Pickpocket
I can't grant your every wish, I'm not your knight in shining armour.
Posts: 177
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Post by Bo on Dec 28, 2007 22:06:44 GMT
Bo let loose with a lazy growl, looking out of the window at Fiona. “Nobody boosted it, loser, it’s Bobby’s cousin’s.” At those words, Bobby seemed to curl in on himself a little, even as Bo revved the engine again, provoking another round of cheers and whoops from those collected. “Oh, don’t have a fit, Bobby, I know what I’m doing.” He was tempted to remind the kid that it could have been worse, that Iz could have gotten her hands on it, and he could only imagine how pale Bobby would have gone then.
“So, McFee,” Bo proclaimed, almost dramatically over the rumbling purr of the muscular engine, “can I interest you in a spin, or am I too much of a ‘loser’ for you?” His eyes brightened in a tease, and he quirked a brow, as if daring her to argue with him.
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