Alswytha
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Steeped in denial, the daily grind.
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Post by Alswytha on Nov 22, 2006 4:02:01 GMT
Continued from: The Suburbs; Apartment Complex; Basement Apartment with Gareth.
By the time the pair reached their destination, she had allowed her senses to open up fully to the beautiful, promising night all around them. She took in sights, smells, sounds… everything teased at her sensitive pallet, and she closed her eyes with a low moan of satisfaction, listening to the inner purr of her wolf. The wind flittered through her hair, the light from the moon shining over it almost eerily, in a way, as it flowed around her face and shoulders.
Her eyes opened slowly, and she looked to Gareth with green eyes that steadily turned white, bleeding in from the edges. Her gaze displayed her desire, and optimism… the urge to find fresh opportunities… and abuse them for all they were worth.
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Gareth
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Well you cannot run, you cannot hide - evil has its dark design...
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Post by Gareth on Nov 22, 2006 21:14:55 GMT
Gareth's wolf was affected in a similar manner. The old wolf felt the creature stirring; groaning in anticipation. He breathed in deeply, taking in the scents of humans, vampires, and the wolves. Yes, they were looking for potential humans or rogues that could be coaxed into joining them, but Gareth still found himself distracted by a group of very familiar scents.
"They've claimed this entire part of town," he murmured to his mate. Idly, he reached out a hand to stroke gently (and maybe a bit possessively) through her wilde hair. "He's come a long way..."
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Alswytha
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Steeped in denial, the daily grind.
Posts: 79
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Post by Alswytha on Nov 23, 2006 1:40:50 GMT
Gareth wasn’t alone in that distraction. Even standing on the bleak rooftop, she could catch brief, flittering scents on the breeze that were familiar to her, even if only a small handful. She found her eyes bleeding white that little bit more, the bitter nostalgia coming back to her, before the fingers swept through her mane of hair. She closed her eyes, feeling the wolf ease somewhat at the contact.
“He’s certainly confident,” she all but whispered, opening her eyes, which now showed more of her human nature, the blend between green and white interesting and strange, but not uncommon for their kind; the link between the two sides often showed most passionately in the eyes… some called them the windows to the soul, after all. “That, or his arrogance has overpowered any sense he has. Perhaps his eyes are bigger than his belly…”
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Gareth
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Well you cannot run, you cannot hide - evil has its dark design...
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Post by Gareth on Nov 23, 2006 6:08:36 GMT
"Ever the eager puppy," Gareth murmured with a low, chuckling growl. He crouched at the edge of the rooftop to get a better look, gargoyle-like in his stance and still manner. "His young ones will be restless tonight..."
The humans shuffled around in various states of dress intended to catch the eye. Females in various states of strategic undress, males attempting to appear strong; desirable. Gareth smirked. Humans were so amusing.
"So, love, where would you like to start?"
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Alswytha
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Steeped in denial, the daily grind.
Posts: 79
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Post by Alswytha on Nov 23, 2006 19:52:28 GMT
Her laughter was soft, amused yet bitter in its own way, as she followed her mate to the edge of the roof, copying his position, bringing a feminine grace to it that Gareth lacked. She let the topic of Stanton drop, knowing it was nothing but trouble to reminisce and ponder on the topic. It always gnawed at the back of his mind, she knew, and it was constantly in her own as well. But she knew when to keep it there, and when to dig it up, and now was not the time.
Watching the humans below as well, she hummed to herself thoughtfully. “The alleys are filled with lowlifes,” she murmured. “They’re not the type we’re looking for… but maybe if we follow them, we can find the type we do want…” Alswytha turned her gaze on the male beside her, strong, powerful and determined, and she smiled predatorily. “Nothing like a good hunt…”
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Gareth
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Well you cannot run, you cannot hide - evil has its dark design...
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Post by Gareth on Nov 24, 2006 4:36:00 GMT
Gareth matched her smile with a feral grin, fangs flashing in the bright moonlight. "Of course...we did come out to hunt, didn't we?" He turned to his mate and pulled her to him, one hand lifting to stroke lightly across her cheek. With a faint, subtle smile, he murmured, "Lead the way, my dear. I want to see what you can uncover..."
He knew hunting would make Alswytha happy. And Gareth lived to make sure his mate had everything that she wanted.
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Alswytha
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Steeped in denial, the daily grind.
Posts: 79
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Post by Alswytha on Nov 25, 2006 4:24:11 GMT
The thrill of the hunt sent a rush of anticipation through her body, pulsing through her veins like electricity, making her feel truly alive; true, the hunt hadn’t even really started, but already, she could feel the joy it would bring… maybe, just maybe, they could follow through all the way, if they found a suitable target. Her wolf howled merrily for the hunt, and the end result… it hadn’t tasted that victory in so long now. Too long.
Leaning agilely to the side with ease, she tilted her head to kiss him, almost gratefully, but with an energy that was clear in her confidence, and when she pulled back, she turned white eyes down to the network of alleys and alcoves, searching silently and efficiently for suitable prey.
There. Her gaze latched firmly on a young couple, their intention clearly to just use the alleys to cut off a length of their journey; a shortcut. Perfect…
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Gareth
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Well you cannot run, you cannot hide - evil has its dark design...
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Post by Gareth on Nov 25, 2006 5:25:29 GMT
He watched his mate closely as she studied the human's below, a subtle smile hinting on his face. Alswytha was the one stability in his life. The one person who managed to secure what remained of his sanity. He would be lost without her; he knew that. When her gaze stopped on the couple, Gareth's followed and it was hard for him to keep quiet. The wolf growled and rumbled beneath the surface, sensing the anticipation within its partner.
It wanted a hunt just as badly...
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Alswytha
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Steeped in denial, the daily grind.
Posts: 79
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Post by Alswytha on Nov 29, 2006 21:44:02 GMT
With a brief, bright wolfen gaze at her mate, she moved from their ledge without a sound, beginning the steady, invigorating process of stalking the couple from above, her eyes never leaving them now that she had given Gareth her sign of approval.
The young man’s arm wrapped around his girlfriend’s waist, holding her close, protective and with a hint of possession that made Alswytha smirk darkly. She would show him the meaning of fear, and revel in the terror of his scream before she ended his life. But if he was lucky, she would see something promising in him… and his life would not end tonight.
They would have to wait and see…
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Gareth
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Well you cannot run, you cannot hide - evil has its dark design...
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Post by Gareth on Nov 30, 2006 5:58:14 GMT
Gareth studied the couple, as well. The male was young -- but then, weren't all humans? -- probably in his late-twenties and the girl was close to the same age. They smelt of alcohol and lust, and the scents made the old wolf smirked inwardly. Neither of them were aware of the threat that lurked just over their heads.
After both wolves were satisfied by the distance from the main street, Gareth caught his mate's eye and gave a short nod. With a grace that should not have been possible for one so large, he lept across the alleyway to the opposite building; they would attack from both sides. Below, he heard the male give a startled curse. A few hushed murmurs, and then the pair continued on, non-plussed.
Gareth rolled his eyes. Humans...
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Alswytha
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Steeped in denial, the daily grind.
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Post by Alswytha on Dec 2, 2006 19:57:46 GMT
The couple really had no idea that they were being stalked, and as her mate cleared the gap in the buildings to track from the other side, Alswytha’s smile became wickedly amused and almost derisive of humans altogether. They were entertaining, in their own ways, but really, they were just cattle… nothing but fodder.
She had to wonder how they had survived as long as they had, as a species. They were destructive, hateful creatures with no remarkable traits… like a shadow of the werewolf race, and nothing more. They couldn’t compete with the might of lycanthropes, and most of their kind had no idea that legendary creatures shared their world… taking it over from right under their noses.
Fools, the lot of them…
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Gareth
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Well you cannot run, you cannot hide - evil has its dark design...
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Post by Gareth on Dec 2, 2006 22:35:16 GMT
They were well into this particular network of alleys. Gareth could still hear the noise from the main streets, the cars and buses and whatnot, but he was confident that they were far enough away so that any sounds would be lost.
The couple below came to a sharp turn and prepared to turn down the next alleyway. From above, the old wolf caught his mate's brilliant gaze and felt his own eyes flood fully into their wolven shade. They would be able to corner the pair easily like this. This would be an easy capture...or kill.
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Alswytha
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Steeped in denial, the daily grind.
Posts: 79
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Post by Alswytha on Dec 14, 2006 20:21:37 GMT
Alswytha shut out the sounds of traffic and nightlife, concentrating on the heartbeats and whispers of rhythmic breathing from down below as the couple walked, their pace quickening as the man hurried the woman along. The former Alpha female’s eyes narrowed and glowed fiercely. Humans and their petty laws… females were far from the weaker sex, and she would revel in showing this man that.
The wolf from inside sang out its plea; it wanted to be free, and to enjoy the hunt… it lived for the hunt, and she could feel her blood pumping energetically through her veins. Adrenaline surged, and she felt a familiar tingle in her limbs. She wanted to change. She wanted to shift skins, and let her wolf run free.
Catching Gareth’s gaze from across the gap, she prowled along her ledge, and tried to fight back the urge…
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Gareth
Rogue Werewolf
Former Alpha
Well you cannot run, you cannot hide - evil has its dark design...
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Post by Gareth on Dec 19, 2006 6:28:11 GMT
He could sense Alswytha's anticipation. He didn't need to look into her eyes to see how badly she wanted to change. His own wolf was restless, too. It wanted to leap in and start tearing; to taste the sweet, rich, hot blood. He could practically smell it.
Not yet, my love. There was no psychic connection between the two wolves, but Gareth was sure that the intensity of his gaze was able to convey his message well enough, Just wait. Wait for the opportune moment.
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Connor
Rogue Werewolf
Searcher
There is no love here and there is no pain...
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Post by Connor on Dec 17, 2007 23:47:54 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
Shards of glass from some bottle – no doubt dropped during human’s having an ill thought out party on the rooftops – shattered softly under the black booted foot as he moved across the surface, gentle crunching the only sound his footfalls left. Connor moved smoothly through the night, never looking to the right or left, apparently confident that his approach would be unhindered. In reality, as always, he was on super alert, as though the werewolf was moving through an active enemy’s territory instead of the pack-land he lived on. He never knew when the wind might change, and the benign feelings the pack currently extended to rogues in general– and his activities in particular – into something more negative and dangerous.
The Irish born fighter made sure never to return to the same vantage point twice, and never to remain in the same rough area for more than a couple of hours. To leave a proper scent behind would be almost as bad as letting himself be spotted by the pack. It would be a tangible trace, one they could possibly recognize and remember. He’d made that mistake before and Connor had no intention of repeating such a foolish and potentially fatal mistake. His chosen perch for the night was a rooftop that caught the front of the pack’s hotel, a good few buildings away. It was far enough for him to slip away should he be noticed but close enough that if anyone left by that entrance he would be ready and his watching of the pack had shown him that more often than not they left by the front – these wolves had nothing to really fear and hide, no need to slink out of the smaller exits.
Any other task and Connor would have long ago lost his patience, concocting some reckless plan that relied more on his adrenaline and skill to keep him going instead of caution. But this was far more important than any personal petty urges he might have, any desire to change and meet the danger face on. His eyes glowed the eerie white of his wolf as he crouched near the edge of the roof, long duster folding over his knees and touching the surface of the roof. To the left side of him, Connor could feel the solid and comfortable feel of his sword, weapon ready to be brought out at a second’s notice.
He was ready for anything.
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