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 17, 2009 1:55:36 GMT
Bo’s snort was both amused and dismissing. Skid was off doing something so very Skid-like, and no doubt enjoying himself. It was all good.
“Aw, shit, hang on.” His cell phone was ringing. Of all the times to get a call. There were times when the werewolf pickpocket hated the stupid little thing; it was always interrupting, picking the worst possible times to go off. Amazingly, Bo managed to not crash the sports car, digging his phone from his pocket and flipping it open just in time to get the abrupt end of Isabel Bloom’s aggressive plead down his ear.
“Jesus, Iz. That’s just charming.” He had reduced speed now, casting an apologetic, reluctant glance in Fee’s direction. “What the fuck’s going on?”
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Mia
Rogue Werewolf
Bicycle Courier
A billion tonnes of light explodes, we are illuminated now.
Posts: 9
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Post by Mia on Jan 17, 2009 2:17:27 GMT
Continued from Alleys and Streets; Back Alleys.
It was easy as pie to beat Stanely, Mia was already at the outskirts, the thing was in the bag and okay maybe she had cheated a little using her lycanthropic abilities to their maximum but hey, couldn’t blame a girl for going and using what nature gave her. Besides no way in hell was she ever going to let that human dipshit beat her at her own game. That route was hers. End of story.
As she came out from the tall rise buildings, decrepit as they were, she spotted a car tearing it up and thanks to her hearing being what it way she caught enough of the voices within to know who exactly it was making such a spectacle of themselves. Mia put on a burst of speed and caught up to the driver’s side.
“Sup bro,” Mia called to Bo, looking across the male wolf at Fiona in the passenger seat, “hey Mack.” A wolfish grin crossed her features and she swerved closer to the car and then out a little again. “You’re gonna go get someone good and dead talking and driving, y’know,” she laughed, pedalling at the same speed as the car now, something that now human would have ever been able to achieve.
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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 17, 2009 3:01:09 GMT
Bo’s speed dipped again, dropping back to less-deadly levels, especially now that he was holding up a conversation on the phone. With Fee beside him looking his way, waiting for an explanation, Bo simply concentrated on not crashing the car. “Shit, what? You’ve gotta be shitting me.”
When someone suddenly appeared at his window, it took him all of a second to recognise who it was, and how exactly they were keeping up with him. “Hey, Mia.” He rose his voice unnecessarily to be heard over the din of the vehicle, before dropping his speed again; the courier compensated quickly and soon enough, Bo had stopped altogether. “Good thing I’m not jumpy,” he pointed out to her, before lifting a hand to signal he’d be ‘right with her’. At least he could concentrate on the phone now. “What the fuck, Iz? What’d you do? You know what, fuck that, get your skinny ass out here right now. And I’m hanging up so you don’t smash into a bus or something. Just hurry up, okay?”
With that, he snapped the phone shut, holding it in his left hand as he offered his right out the window of the now-motionless car, hand closed into a loose fist. “What’re you doin’ out here, Midge?”
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Isabel
Half-Vampire
Departed
Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
Posts: 48
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Post by Isabel on Jan 23, 2009 6:41:09 GMT
Continued from: Rayne's Territory; Lunacy; Back Alley
She took the roundabout route, turning erratically, back-tracking; if only to make sure the wolf hadn't come-to and decided to come looking for payback. As much as she wanted to shake it off as another bad werewolf run-in, Isabel couldn't. He'd been determined, ruthless, and totally passed reasoning. Something told her he wouldn't just move on to the next target.
Actually, Iz was damned sure that she was the next target. And that scared her.
Only once she was sure that there was no one on her tail did she roar her way into Stanton's territory. She'd hung around with Bo long enough to figure where he would be spending his night but, once she found him, she was a bit surprised to see the ride he was perched in with Fee at his side. Izzy rumbled her bike up in front of the sleek car, smirking as she cut her engine.
"You jacked it, didn't you?"
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Mia
Rogue Werewolf
Bicycle Courier
A billion tonnes of light explodes, we are illuminated now.
Posts: 9
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Post by Mia on Aug 10, 2009 14:19:12 GMT
When he gave her the signal that he’d be right with her – obviously because he was talking on the phone – Mia just nodded, grinning as she stood up on the pedals of her BMX to keep up with the car. That was unnecessary in the end as he slowed to a stop and she followed suit, dragging her back wheel around in a cloud of grit and dust so that she was actually facing the opposite direction to the car’s occupants, but still at the driver’s window.
Mia extended her own fist in response to the other wolf, knocking against Bo’s, a casual meeting of knuckles. "Oh you know, kickin’ ass, takin’ names. Some kid’s trying to take my route and you know how I feel kids trying to take my route." Her eyebrows rose. "You guys? Just out for a joyride or what." The roar of an engine caught her attention and she looked back over her shoulder as someone rolled up on a bike; Mia’s expression wasn’t cold exactly, but it was hardly all grins as it usually was. Half-vampire. It still weirded her the hell out.
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Fee
Human
Departed
I'm street-wise; I can improvise...
Posts: 66
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Post by Fee on Aug 19, 2009 23:43:49 GMT
"Show 'em who's boss, girlie," Fiona teased. It was, of course, Mia's right to protect her routes. No one tried to move in on her business -- it just wasn't kosher. "And why wouldn't we take this beauty out for a joyride? Honestly, Pipsqueak."
The snarl of a familiar engine caught her attention for a moment; Fee poked a head out the window in time to see Isabel's sleek motorcycle tear around the corner. The young human quirked an eyebrow, smirking at the half-vampire's jest before finally hoisting herself half out of the car to sit on the ledge of the window. "We didn't jack it," Fee replied evenly. "We borrowed it."
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Mia
Rogue Werewolf
Bicycle Courier
A billion tonnes of light explodes, we are illuminated now.
Posts: 9
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Post by Mia on Dec 28, 2009 0:23:40 GMT
Mia laughed freely, nodding at Fee. "That’s the plan, babe. Got to keep those human punks in line y’know? Present company accepted of course. You know I set you above the plebes." An impish wink added punctuation to her sentence. It was true that she set Fiona apart, mainly because she rolled with Bo and if he was okay with her being around and knowing about them then Mia was okay with it. While generally distrustful of humans, she made her exceptions and stuck with them. If Fee ever needed Mia at her back, the fierce little wolf would be there.
Finally her eyes turned to the wheels they were sitting in, rolling her BMX back a little to get a good look at her. "That thing’s gorgeous," she stated. "Gonna make any money off of it? I hear there’s a race or two way out in the sands tonight."
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Niles
Rogue Werewolf
Online Game Reviewer
"Holy crap, I have a fanlisting!"
Posts: 11
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Post by Niles on Jun 8, 2010 23:33:49 GMT
Niles wasn’t entirely sure why he had felt the need to look out for Barney the way that he did, perhaps he was just happy to be getting to know another wolf after so long and just wanted to make a good impression. On the other hand, every time Niles saw him, Barney looked like he hadn’t had a decent meal – decent by wolf standards anyway - for far too long so each time they happened to meet he would buying lunch or dinner, usually at Nincomsoup. Eventually it seemed to become something of a weird routine for the both of them; meeting up, Barney acting terrified, Niles offering him a meal, some more terrifiedness, then the both of them chilling together.
Eventually his newfound friend started to grow more comfortable in his company, and bit by bit he grew less skittish and, surprisingly enough, less clumsy. Or, well, he would stop knocking plates and glasses off the table whenever Niles spoke and more recently, he had hardly fallen off his skateboard! He still had his moments but it seemed like Barney was actually warming up to him, which was really kind of cool. It was actually pretty fun getting out of the flat to meet a friend, which kind of made him realise that since his gaming review shtick had begun Niles had become something of a recluse with only his puppy for real life company.
Unfortunately it became obvious during the time they spent together that Barney had absolutely no idea that Niles was a werewolf and, obviously, no idea that he knew that Barney was a wolf too. He wasn't entirely sure how that was possible but that was the situation he was facing and Niles had absolutely no idea how to break the news without risking the chance of scaring him off again.
He was so lost in his thoughts, brow furrowed as he mulled over possible scenarios in his head, that he didn’t even notice Barney’s presence until he heard the familiar voice behind him then Rose's happy barking. He turned, grinning. "Hey, Barns." He stopped for a moment to let Rose excitedly jump around Barney's skateboard. "'Sup?"
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Svanhildur
Rogue Werewolf
Shop Owner: Hariasa
You are the wolf and I am the moon
Posts: 6
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Post by Svanhildur on Aug 23, 2011 21:03:04 GMT
POST TIME-SKIP.
They had been driving for more than a day, straight from Washington State to Los Angeles down the back of the country. Rather, Theon had driven. Svanhildur had not, as yet, perfected the art of driving an automibile, though he was trying to teach her. Instead she had spread maps out on her knees and navigated their way to the mecca at the bottom of the United States, dialling the air conditioning almost as high as it would go.
As they drew closer to the city she began to watch the lights. It was dark now and had been for several hours. They had fallen into silence, the kind of silence that had become common between them and the kind that Svanhildur was usually too stubborn to break. It had been hard for him leaving Washington and she knew that, she even sympathised silently and from a distance; Svana had not put roots down in any town or city for many years, she had felt unable to do so with her husband out there, his eyes on her, his actions calling her out, inching her along. Svana felt as though she had been living on the tips of her towards since he had first sent her his message in blood. Kona. Wife. They had been married against her will but she still held true to her religion and her traditions and by all that she held dear she was wedded to Eyvindur. Only when he was dead would she be free. It would be better for Theon too, she told herself, when the vampire was dead there would be no need to pull up roots that he seemed to put down so easily, so naturally.
One way or another it would all be over soon, she was certain of it.
Svanhildur buzzed her window down and leaned her head towards it, letting the warm, wet air blow through her white hair. "It smells like rain," she commented coolly, eyes on the darkness outside of the car. "And wolves." Lots of them, in her estimation. Los Angeles was hardly a quiet place when it came to the supernatural.
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Theon
Rogue Werewolf
Fighting Instructor
Far from here could you feel my fear.
Posts: 6
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Post by Theon on Aug 23, 2011 22:11:06 GMT
Leaving Washington had been hard for Theon and he hadn't gone without a fight. When Svanhildur had shown him what she had found in the news he had been reluctant to leave behind everything he had managed to make for himself and chase another dead end across the country. He was tired, he was frustrated and angry about it but when she impressed upon him the certainty she felt about finding the vampire who had disrupted their lives so much over the years, he hadn't been able to deny her the fresh hunt. Theon just wanted it to be over. He wanted Eyvindur dead once and for all. That way they could move on, whether it be together or separately, though deep down he hoped for the former. They had managed to spend long stretches of time together as the years had worn on and Theon believed they could continue to do so. The question that burned in the back of his mind was whether or not Svana would want to stay after it was over.
Theon would just have to wait and see.
The drive had been a long one and they had only broken up the trip with stops for food and drink along the way, necessary intermissions in their journey. His legs were starting to feel cramped, his eyes felt tired, and though he would be reluctant to admit it, he just wanted to stop. What he wanted was a good night's sleep but whether or not that would be possible without first scouting the city itself had yet to be seen. Svanhildur was a stubborn woman, she never deviated from her chosen path and if she had already made up her mind to start the hunt tonight then Theon would go with her. His lycanthropy would give him the energy he needed to keep going, a wolf's endurance was far beyond that of any mortal's, but the drive had taken a lot out of him. His mind had been running constantly as they had travelled, his own thoughts filling the silence that had fallen between him and his companion.
Turning his dark eyes briefly towards Svana as she took in the scent of the night air, Theon gave a small nod. "It does," he agreed; even from where he sat he could pick up the feral threads in the air that rode in through the open window. The temperature inside the car picked up a few degrees and he smiled to himself. "Where are we going first?" he asked her then, opting to defer to her judgement in that moment when her mind had to be occupied by thoughts of her taunting husband. Theon still doubted that the vampire was still in Los Angeles but his scepticism could take a back seat to his loyalty for the time being. He had agreed to come with Svana and so he would go out with her into the city tonight if that was what she wished to do.
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Svanhildur
Rogue Werewolf
Shop Owner: Hariasa
You are the wolf and I am the moon
Posts: 6
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Post by Svanhildur on Aug 24, 2011 21:54:11 GMT
Svanhildur's obsession with finding Eyvindur had reached such depths that even Theon had no hope of talking her out of chasing him whenever he surfaced to torment her. It was a blackness inside her now, it had soaked into the marrow of her bones, it shared her body, it looked out of her eyes and spoke with her voice. Perhaps it had moved in long before they had come to the Americas, perhaps it had seeped into her all those years ago in Iceland when she had been wedded to the bastard, the traitor who had abandoned her father and her first husband to a gruesome, bloody and no doubt agonising death. That was who she was married to, tied together with iron ropes so heavy it was as though she could feel them dragging her down into some terrible cold darkness, ropes that woke her in the night by squeezing her ribs together.
Ultimately it didn't matter when the first seeds of the beast within Svanhildur had been sown; it was grown now and as a result she didn't care that they had been driving for hours upon hours or that she was tired or that Theon was tired; she was all but blind to anything outside of the fact that they were finally in the city the vampire had drawn them to, drawn her to, and she wanted to act quickly so that they might find Eyvindur and kill him. So that they would be free at last. Ideas such as rest or sleep didn't come to her mind, they couldn't, there was no room for anything but vengeance.
"I want to see where the body was found," Svana said. She twisted in her seat, smoothly reaching for the pile of papers on the backseat, newspapers and web printouts; she had all but memorised them of course but she spread them over her knees as they drove, eyes down on them. "In all likelihood the humans missed something vital." It wasn't their fault, they just didn't know what they were looking for. Neither did Svanhildur exactly, but she did know Eyvindur and she would recognise a message when she saw one.
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Theon
Rogue Werewolf
Fighting Instructor
Far from here could you feel my fear.
Posts: 6
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Post by Theon on Aug 24, 2011 22:33:25 GMT
The hunt for Eyvindur and their quest for vengeance and closure had been at the centre of their lives for more than four-hundred and fifty years. Theon was sick and tired of it, he wanted the vampire to die, sooner rather than later. The satisfaction that had come with claiming one of the bastard's eyes had long since expired and the male wolf who sat behind the wheel of the car was more than ready for the end. They deserved to live their own lives, much the same way as they had when they had found a place for themselves in Canada. Before Eyvindur had resurfaced they had been happy enough; Svana might have come and gone as she pleased, sometimes for days at a time, but she had always returned and they had been able to exist peacefully and as they pleased. Now that was over and the last century -- had it really been that long? -- had been taken over by the messages left for Svana, the murders and that one word that seemed to haunt them wherever they went: kona. Eyvindur was calling for his wife and she was answering the call. Theon wanted it over. He wanted it ended. Honestly he doubted he could take much more of the torment and the uncertainty. For too long they had been looking over their shoulders, wondering just when the vampire would spring again. Theon had had enough.
"Undoubtedly," he agreed, without any sort of frustration making its way into his voice. Theon didn't doubt that humans were ill-equipped to handle the likes of Eyvindur Halldórsson, he was cunning and elusive, he had managed to evade two old wolves for several decades, so what hope did mortals with their limited senses and awareness have against such a creature? Better than anyone Svana would be able to detect the little things that others would have overlooked, and in the unlikely event that she missed something herself, hopefully Theon would find what they needed to track down their quarry. The doubt had not slipped from his mind but there was no need to wear it so openly all the time. They had both followed their instincts without question in the past, more than once, and at least in regards to one another those feelings had never steered them wrong, at least when it came to danger. Theon remembered very well how he had felt when he had known, just known, that Svana was in danger and in need of his help, just as he remembered when she had been drawn to him in the same way and saved his life as a result. What exactly it was they had never pinned down but they believed in forces that most people did not, their beliefs were old and important to each of them and whether it was fate or the will of the Gods, what mattered was that they had spared one another from terrible fates more than once. Theon's hope was that Svana's instinct and the pull she felt now was much the same and that her passionate belief that this was the end was not misplaced.
"Did they give an address?" he asked her. In all likelihood she had mentioned it already but Theon's busy mind had misplaced the information if that was the case, instead choosing to concentrate on other matters.
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Svanhildur
Rogue Werewolf
Shop Owner: Hariasa
You are the wolf and I am the moon
Posts: 6
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Post by Svanhildur on Aug 24, 2011 23:08:09 GMT
Over the last century Svanhildur had sometimes disappeared for months at a time, never mind days. Eyvindur had made it a personal mission for Theon when the vampire had destroyed the remains of his blood-family to coax the white-haired female out, it had been personal for that female since long before that point and she had vowed to the Gods and the spirits of her dead clan that she would take brutal revenge for them, that they would have justice one day no matter the cost to her in blood, sweat or tears.
In a way it was the guilt over Theon's family that had originally given concession to have him along on the journey. A nobler woman would want vengeance for him almost as much as she wanted it for herself, if not more, and yes, she wanted him to be with her and bear witness to the deed, but selfishly she just wanted to kill Eyvindur, nobility could come afterwards if it had to. If the guilt did anything it made her hate her vampire husband harder and hotter for forcing her to bear such a weight on her shoulders, for being so cowardly as to need to bring someone else in on a personal level. It seemed obvious to her that Theon wanted to live a normal life and twice now that had been disrupted, though she supposed it had been her disruption in both cases; she could have gone alone to find Eyvindur, so perhaps she wanted to grant Then justice as much as she wanted it for the dead. Even if he seemed tired of it.
Svanhildur unstuck the post-it note she had written the address on from one of the sheets of paper and stuck it to the dashboard silently, an irritable flick to her wrist as she performed the action. As a matter of fact she had mentioned it to him, twice. Cold as she could be Svanhildur was rarely irrational. More than likely she was more tired that she cared to think about or acknowledge and Theon would bear the brunt of it.
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Theon
Rogue Werewolf
Fighting Instructor
Far from here could you feel my fear.
Posts: 6
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Post by Theon on Aug 24, 2011 23:26:08 GMT
A quiet sigh slipped past his lips when Svana took the post-it note from her papers and stuck it to the dashboard instead. His dark eyes only strayed from the road for a moment, long enough for him to catch sight of the first line of the address; that single, simple glance was all he needed for his memory to fire fully and bring the rest to the front of his mind where it should have been already as they approached Los Angeles. His gaze briefly strayed in her direction and for a moment he was torn on whether or not to speak at all.
"I have a lot on my mind," he said to her, not because he felt the need to make an excuse but just to fill the oppressive silence that had suddenly flooded the interior of the car in which they travelled together. It wasn't just his busy thoughts keeping him from remembering simple things like the address they were headed towards, it was that weariness that was starting to settle heavily in his bones, it was making his head ache and he felt stiff and sore. If Svana felt anything like that then she was hiding it well but she always did. A highborn woman, Svanhildur had had to learn just how to cage and conceal anything that could make her seem vulnerable; as the years had gone by, that had not lessened or slipped much, and only ever rarely. Theon suspected he was the only person alive who had seen her show real, powerful emotion, grief and despair and overpowering rage and intent. He could count on one hand the number of times he had seen those slips in his companion and still have fingers to spare.
With a small shake of his head he decided not to say anything more. He could easily have gone on to point out that he had been driving for hours and small lapses in his memory were forgiveable, surely, just as he could have pointed out that they should rest before they did anything else, but in the end it would be more trouble than it was worth. Theon was in no mood for a fight with Svana, especially not when they were in a confined space and neither of them could bring the argument to an end by stepping out and away. If she really wanted to pick a fight with him then the least she could do was wait until they reached the address now stuck to the dashboard.
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Svanhildur
Rogue Werewolf
Shop Owner: Hariasa
You are the wolf and I am the moon
Posts: 6
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Post by Svanhildur on Aug 25, 2011 22:29:43 GMT
It had long been ingrained into Svanhildur that to betray any emotion perceived as too female would be to open herself up to mutinies that would cost her dearly. it was ridiculous, of course, to entertain the notion that sorrow or compassion or grief or mercy were inherently female emotions or actions, but she and Theon both came from another time, a different time where a woman's station in society was often dictated to them by men. In many ways Svana had been lucky, she had been born into a family of great standing and respect, she had been taught that she could lead men as well as anyone else but to do that she had to have a heart of iron; cold, hard and unyielding. So iron she had become, iron and fire and nothing else. It was far from an easy life and though she felt things as any other woman felt them she had to protect them, keep them locked away inside the metal casket of her heart where they would be safe, where they could not be used against her.
"Evidently," Svanhildur said, letting her eyes move past the windshield and out to the open window beside her. "I need you to focus," she added to the darkness. I need you were not words that she would say on any given day, not on their own at least. I need you to do this was more acceptable, it was something she required of Theon as opposed to requiring Theon himself. That she could never admit. That was not an option in any way as far as she was concerned. To need him, Theon, the man, was to kill him with her own hands.
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