Connor
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Post by Connor on Dec 29, 2007 15:27:32 GMT
He hadn’t moved once all the time he had been here, not a twitch or head turn, the only indication that he was anything more than a statue being the very subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed slowly and evenly. Connor was almost meditating in a way, focus narrowed to the sight of the hotel a little way away from him, dismissing everything else as unimportant, the occasional sound of a car rolling past under him, the shouts and laughter of humans as they milled about doing whatever it was human’s did for a living. They were nothing compared to his task.
Connor’s thoughts had slowed as well, pacing himself so that impatience would not come, so that boredom wouldn’t rear its ugly and dangerous head. He wondered if those who left the hotel tonight – if any were going to – would be any of those he had seen before of if someone new would venture beyond the confines of the walls. From the size of the hotel, combined with the frequent and large grocery shopping he had observed, Connor didn’t think for a moment that he had seen more than half of the wolves that actually resided as part of the pack. Although he felt confident that if Dylan was among them, he would be a fighter instead of a pack member; how could he be anything less? It didn’t mean he could rule out this group because although the majority had indeed been those he would class as fighters, he hadn’t seen all of them either.
He would soon enough. He had to.
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Connor
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Post by Connor on Sept 7, 2008 21:35:03 GMT
Years of solitary life and countless nights spend perched on rooftops or other advantage points had given him a surprising accurate sense of time. Even when distracted or not thinking about anything in particular, Connor could, at a moments notice, know how long he had been doing whatever it was he had been doing and the time now. Occasionally he was a few minutes out either side but on the whole, it was a good internal clock and one the male wolf found himself relying on more and more as he moved on from one city to the next. He had to keep himself to a limit when watching a group of wolves and the larger the group, the riskier it became.
Connor knew his time was almost up for the night even without checking against the bulky watch he kept in his coat pocket, the glass face badly nicked and scuffed from years of misuse. He supposed that a new one was in order soon but a new watch meant money, especially if he bought a semi-decent one instead of those cheap plastic ones which needed replacing every week or so, thus making the saving a pointless one in the long run.
For the first time since he had settled down by the lip of the roof, Connor moved, shifting his weight and inching slightly to the left, closer to both the handy obstruction should someone try to spot him, while at the same time ever so nearer to the entrance of the pack’s home. It wasn’t only his time for the night that was running low, Connor’s patience was as well. He was bored, as much as he had tried to avoid it. It wasn’t really surprising, watching a static building in the faint hope that he might recognize someone coming out of it, someone he had never seen before in his life, was hardly a thrilling task. Connor was determined to do it nevertheless and he pushed down the feelings of impatience and boredom, promising himself just a little longer before leaving for the night.
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Connor
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There is no love here and there is no pain...
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Post by Connor on Jan 15, 2009 18:42:47 GMT
As was his luck, everything seemed to happen at once, after hours of sitting patiently, watching small figures move about the roof, figures he had quickly dismissed as being not the person he had been looking for. The majority of them had been clearly female for a start. Connor had just exhaled a short, almost irritated sigh that tended to precede him giving up for a night when movement on the roof of the hotel caught his eye, followed mere seconds later by movement down on the street. After a moment’s hesitation, Connor crouched down lower, body almost pressed against the surface of his own roof as he tried to get a better view of the people milling around the cars, catching only brief views of the tops of heads before they vanished from view. He didn’t know what was going on, but it didn’t take a genius to realise something was, and that the people on the roof were likely to be there after the people on the street had left.
It was all so frustrating, to watch head after head and not know one way or another, what they looked like under the blond, red or brunette stands and Connor felt like cursing aloud once they had driven off, knowing that he had missed out on such a perfect chance to get a look at a good portion of this pack. He highly doubted he would be here when they came back. Which only left those on the roof and slowly he focused back on the newcomers, not really expecting to see anything new.
Connor jerked backwards after only a second, almost jumping a little in shock as he pressed up against his cover. To his surprise, he realised he was shaking a little, blood pumping frantically around his system. It had been a long time since he had seen someone who could have signalled the end of his hunt. In the early years, Connor had ‘found’ Dylan almost every time he left his room, seeing something he recognized from himself, his father or the drawing in a turn of the head or the tone of a voice. Each one had been a crushing disappointment and the Irish wolf knew that such an ending was bound to happen this time, as it had over and over again.
Still, it was impossible to quench that hope completely as he risked another look back, trying to get a better look at the taller of the two men.
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Connor
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Post by Connor on Jan 21, 2009 19:29:07 GMT
A combination of shadows and his cover enabled him to look across at the pack’s rooftop without being too obvious. If one of those currently enjoying the night air happened to take the time to really stare across back at him, Connor was in no doubt that they would suspect something was a little off about where he was sitting. Until just now, that wouldn’t have bothered him too much, even if they had caught his scent and considered him some kind of threat for spying. But that was before, now the idea that they might try to chase him off for whatever reason filled him with dread.
He’d watched as the only one he was interested in had stepped closer to the edge and looked upwards, watched as the faint collection of lights from the area had illumined his face so clearly, then watched as the strange werewolf had settled himself down on the ledge. Connor wanted so badly to believe that the person sitting across the roof from him was his brother that for a moment the sheer, dizzying hope left him breathless. He’d never really thought about how he’d react to finally finding Dylan, perhaps – if he was being honest with himself – because part of him had never really thought he’d do it.
Connor couldn’t even be sure he’d done it now. Yes, the male had looked like Dylan, his features reminding him of himself and his father, almost painfully so. But Connor knew, better than most people, how cruel eyesight could be and the tricks they played on you. He wanted it to be him, and it was possible that his eyes were just seeing that. Hope or not, the years had ensured that he had a cynical nature, although Connor didn’t move from his place, instead greedily watching the interaction.
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Connor
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Post by Connor on Aug 16, 2009 1:02:26 GMT
He should stop looking and get off this roof. He knew he should, every carefully honed instinct was telling him that he had lingered here too long and was putting the future in jeopardy for the sake of the presence. It was dangerous to let his scent pool in one place for as long as he was, and dangerous to simply crouch there, watching the small group. With every passing second, Connor knew he seemed more and more like a stalker, even if nobody else knew the male was there. It was so easy to just think that; less easy to will his limbs to actually move, to tear himself away from his vantage point. Who knew when he would next get the chance to observe this maybe-Dylan again, hopefully from a clearer view. He might not even get a second look.
With a shaky exhale of breath, Connor finally forced himself to look away, bowing his head and examining the surface of the roof instead. Now that the moment was finally at hand, the Irish born wolf found himself conflicted. In all his years of searching he’d occasionally let himself imagine meeting his brother, finding him after all this time. But never, not once, had he actually stopped to think about how he would get from watcher to interacting. It had all happened so smoothly in his head, just glossing over details. How on earth was he supposed to go up to a complete stranger and introduce himself as his brother – half-brother? It all sounded so stupid when actually thought about, Connor running a hand through his hair in frustration.
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