Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Feb 24, 2007 21:57:20 GMT
With a gasp of air that exploded down into his lungs, he fell to his knees, the wolf ‘collapsing’ inward and he buckled, eyes shut tightly as everything in the vicinity spun and whirled, nauseating him as his dark hair clung to his sweat-dampened temples and brow. His pale green eyes opened at last, the vivid colour of the wolf faded, and he started taking in deep breaths to try and get his body working again.
Letting out a loud groan as his shoulder cracked into place, he gritted his teeth, and lifted his head, looking around the basement, and the cages that lined it, to the other pack members who were finishing their transformations. Breathless still, he swallowed dryly, pulling a face, and looked to his right, crouching again after reaching through the bars of his cage and grabbing the sweater he had pulled off before containing himself the night before.
“Evie… hey…” Rested on his haunches, despite the way they ached, he bowed his head to try and see the weary blonde’s face, offering the sweatshirt through the bars to her. They wouldn’t be getting out until someone let them out, and for the time being, no one had shown themselves.
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Lucy
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
It's the fear of the dark; it's growing inside of me.
Posts: 43
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Post by Lucy on Feb 24, 2007 22:30:42 GMT
Bone and sinew shifted against one another, tears in a mix of agony and effort streaked her cheeks as the wolf receded and she was herself again; lying on the floor of the cage in the basement, hating the smells and the sounds and the sensation of the cold hard floor against her skin. She panted for a few moments; her eyes squeezed shut against it all as the shakes that coursed her body slowed.
By habit her right hand was wrapped around her left wrist, bracing it after her wolf receded, the muscles always ached more than any other part of her body, the ligament protesting the strain, the bones creaking as they were forced back into place. It was a nauseating feeling, but she was used to it. The nausea would pass eventually and so would the aching. Lucy Everett's eyes opened one after the other and she looked up through wisps of messy blonde hair that clung to her cheeks and temples in a light sweat upon hearing Tyler's voice.
She shifted position uncomfortably, groggily, and reached out to take the sweatshirt he offered her with a shaking hand. "Thanks Ty'..." she said, clearing her throat afterwards, her voice sounded hoarse to her own ears. That would pass too. She pulled the sweater on quickly to help battle the chills that shot up from the floor right through her and sucked in air through her teeth as she caught her wrist again, she drew it back into a protective cradle against her chest, fingers massaging the skin.
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Ryan
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Pray to your God, open your heart; whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark.
Posts: 25
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Post by Ryan on Feb 24, 2007 23:46:28 GMT
Cartilage shifted and he swore if he wanted to listen through the pain, he could hear his muscles and bones groan as the raging wolf was once again back in the dark of his mind. Just waiting, like always, for the full moon. Which, thankfully, was the last night of. Which meant that he could return to sleeping in the comforts of his own room.
Ryan Clerec's brown eyes slowly opened as he lay on the ground in his 'cage'. Gods...he just wanted to lay in there for the day and just sleep. Sleep sounded just peachy keen right now. Instead he propped his head up slightly on the back of his hands, glancing over at the others in their own respective cages. Sweat trinkling down the sides of his face before he absently brushed it off with his shoulders.
"...Is it done yet?" He asked warily, giving a sigh. He could hear his bed calling from here. And oh how he just wanted to lay face down on it. He wouldn't even bother pulling on the blankets. He'd just lay there. Possibly get food if he wasn't lazy enough.
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Feb 25, 2007 1:51:00 GMT
Tyler Martin looked up at the sound of Ryan’s voice, and gave a small nod, before he looked back to Lucy. She worried him, more than was healthy, and he frowned as she cradled her wrist, growling inwardly again as he thought he heard movement from somewhere above them. For now, until it was an issue, he ignored it, hating the unforgiving, unwelcoming cold of the cage around him, without so much as a blanket to keep the wolves from getting stiff and uncomfortable. But then, a moon-crazed wolf was as likely to shred the blanket as sleep on it, so Tyler couldn’t fault the decision to forego them.
He rocked around and back, resting his shoulders against the rear of the cage, reaching up with a hand as his knees rose to toy with the dog-tags still hanging safely from his neck. At least he wouldn’t need a new chain this time around. “Just one more night to go,” he said, mostly to the blonde at his side, but more or less to the room in general.
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Lucy
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
It's the fear of the dark; it's growing inside of me.
Posts: 43
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Post by Lucy on Feb 25, 2007 2:24:23 GMT
She had turned her head to look at Ryan as he spoke but looked back to Tyler at his words, her eyes following the conversation. She nodded and heaved a sigh that came right from her core. It was always so tiring spending the moon down in the little cages, even if they perversely made her feel safer. She hated the change and the night of thrashing and fighting but at the same time she held onto the fact that if she was down here she wasn't up there.
Lucy moved hair from her face with a clammy hand, pushing the wisps back from her face. "Until next month." She said. It was obvious; an obvious answer to a non-question and she didn't know what she meant by it, she was tired, groggy and hungry. "Guess they survived this time..." she nodded towards the dog tags he played with around his neck, stifling a yawn with the back of her hand.
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Ryan
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Pray to your God, open your heart; whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark.
Posts: 25
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Post by Ryan on Feb 25, 2007 20:11:07 GMT
Ryan sat up, giving a little stretch and a quick yawn. He was only impatient during the full moons it seemed. He disliked the cold. He loathed the cages. It was always too...confining. It made him feel hopeless rather. But he had gotten used to it. Ryan sat in the corner of his cage, folding his legs in front of him and stifling a yawn in a cupped hand. He wanted to sleep...and eat...and get changed. Not in that particular order.
Ryan glanced over to Lucy and Tyler for a moment. He just wanted out and away from all the angst that was coming off of them. Though, understandably so. He wanted to leave and go to his room. But they were taking forever to get here.
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Feb 25, 2007 23:37:33 GMT
Tyler looked down at the tags around his neck, his smile anything but amused, and he nodded. “Guess they did… they’re tougher than they look.” The subtle Irish lilt in his voice softened his words, and he looked across to her, trying to reassure her, even though he expected the day was far from promising in her eyes. He frowned subtly, but held it back; she didn’t want his pity.
He sighed, looking towards the entrance to the basement, and tapping the fingers of his free hand against the corresponding knee. He knew Levi would be the one to come down and unlock the cages, and he knew the smug bastard was taking his time on purpose. He enjoyed the fact that he could contain the wolf a little too much, and liked to rub those kinds of victories in everyone’s face as often as possible.
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Lucy
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
It's the fear of the dark; it's growing inside of me.
Posts: 43
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Post by Lucy on Feb 26, 2007 2:44:02 GMT
Once more the blonde nodded, but when Tyler looked at her she dropped her eyes. Not because she didn't appreciate that fact that he actually bothered to speak to her unlike so many pack members, but because she knew she looked a mess. Not so much physically, she didn't care about that, but her expression, the look in her eyes that she saw in the mirror everyday; resignation, increasing in depth, consuming and swelling inside of her.
The day ahead was definitely not something she was looking forwards to; she would rather stay in the cage all day than go upstairs. It wasn't just the beatings, though they'd been getting steadily worse, it was the fact that at the full moon she knew Farryn was much more vicious and the smallest things would make her snap. Lucy just hoped that when she did snap, they were out of the way of the rest of the pack. There was nothing worse than having an audience. Nothing.
Lucy stopped massaging her wrist and sighed, pressing her hands to her face and elbows between her knees and chest as she pulled her legs up stiffly. She supposed that meant that she had some sense of pride left. She didn't like others to see her submit. She didn't like them to see the shame she felt when she did.
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Feb 26, 2007 2:52:22 GMT
As he watched Lucy subtly, he wished he knew of some way to dissuade or distract Farryn from her ‘ritual’ when it came to the blonde female. Tyler knew from experience what it was like to incur the wrath of one of their vicious Alphas, but his had been as an example to everyone as to what would happen to those who questioned Lucian’s decisions and logic. The obvious scarring down his back was evidence enough of his first-hand experience, but he knew his was nothing compared to Lucy’s. At least his had been for a ‘reason’… as warped and archaic as it had been.
He kept quiet, taking his hand from the tags around his neck, letting them land with a quiet clap of plastic on plastic against his chest as he sighed, leaning his head back against the rear wall of the cage.
Any time today would be nice, Levi… asshole…
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Lucy
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
It's the fear of the dark; it's growing inside of me.
Posts: 43
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Post by Lucy on Feb 27, 2007 23:10:43 GMT
Despite her less than enthusiastic personality, or perhaps because of it, Lucy had gotten good at noticing things about fellow pack members. Inflections of speech, matters of routine, nervous habits, thoughtful ones; maybe because she was rarely an active participant in conversations she was able to observe more, be objective. She had an average memory, no better or worse than the average, normal wolf, but seeing an action enough imprinted it on her mind. When she saw Tyler playing with the dog tags that he wore without fail, she'd known he was thinking. She didn't ask though. She briefly wondered what about before her thoughts turn to what she did when she was thinking.
She didn't know of course, she was rarely looking at herself when she was thinking. Mirrors were used for checking bruises and cuts and not for studying her appearance above checking her hair wasn't sticky with her own blood. It was sad, but there it was.
After a moment she looked up at the 'door' of her cage, not really seeing it; lost in her own thoughts. She was pretty good at passing time but she would rather being doing exactly what she was doing now only in her room. Though she didn't relish having to be near Levi any longer than she had to, she didn't like having to sit there in ripped sweat pants waiting while he unlocked the cages. She was suddenly grateful all over again for the sweater and she looked down at it, smoothing the cuffs between her fingers silently.
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Lucian
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over...
Posts: 47
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Post by Lucian on Mar 1, 2007 5:18:58 GMT
Continued from: The Courtyard
Lucian didn't speak as he stalked down the stairs to the confinement section of the basement. The pack's confinement methods were a bit...mediaeval, yes, but it worked, and that's all Lucian was concerned with. He went through the motions of unlocking each cage and made sure none of the young ones were seriously injured.
"Go on, everyone," he told them when they had all been freed. "Rest up, eat, do what you need; but make sure you're all back here at sundown."
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Mar 2, 2007 0:40:27 GMT
Alpha.
The growl came from the back of his mind, the exhausted wolf stirring at the familiar scent that drifted down to him, and the other caged pack members. They all tensed to varying degrees, depending on their comfort in regards to Lucian; where some cowered noticeably, others perked up at Lucian ‘gracing them’ with his presence.
Tyler rose to his feet as the Alpha unlocked his cage, waiting until the older male had moved past to step forward and push again the heavy door, his eyes narrowing at the offensive creak the hinges gave, his sensitive ears protesting. His pale green eyes turned back towards Lucy’s cage. He would wait for her; help her upstairs to her room, if she would allow him. Maybe, just maybe, if he got her to her room before Farryn locked her sights onto the blonde female, she could rest for at least a couple of hours.
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Lucy
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
It's the fear of the dark; it's growing inside of me.
Posts: 43
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Post by Lucy on Mar 2, 2007 2:52:07 GMT
Lucy's reaction to the Alpha's entrance was one of quiet revulsion; she didn't even look up for more than a heartbeat before she turned her attention to making her tired limbs obey her into standing. She rubbed her face to wake herself up a bit more as she pushed her way out of the cage, following the same formula as most of the wolves; waiting for the Alpha male to move past before actually exiting.
She shut the cage door behind her with one hand, looking up as she started automatically for the stairs to see Tyler apparently waiting for her. She looked at him silently; for some reason she didn't like talking while Lucian was around if she could help.
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Mar 3, 2007 1:22:17 GMT
It wasn’t that Tyler didn’t like talking around Lucian; in fact, he had to do it often, out of necessity relating to his ‘job’. He was almost thankful he had been essentially stripped of his place as lead fighter, succeeded by Levi. The cocky older male loved the sound of his own voice so much, the job was perfect for him. Tyler was, frankly, glad to be rid of that position. He just preferred not to talk around Lucian, unless he needed to. That way, he could almost pretend he wasn’t there.
Glancing to Lucian, he then looked back at Lucy, and gestured very subtly to the stairs. They could go upstairs now, and he would see her to her bedroom, like a gentleman from some movie or book… it was all something of a lie, really, he knew. Taking her to the ‘sanctuary’ of her bedroom wouldn’t keep her from Farryn for long, if the Alpha female got it in her mind to pay the blonde a visit. He almost wished he were that naïve, but he knew better…
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Lucian
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over...
Posts: 47
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Post by Lucian on Mar 3, 2007 9:00:42 GMT
Their apprehension made him smirk, at leat inwardly. He knew of his mates violent tendencies; her sadism and her abuse towards little Lucy. It wasn't that he condoned it...all right, that was a lie. Farryn had a right to assert her dominace, and if she had to take it out on one of the pack, so be it. It made her stronger, made sure that no one would dare challenge her for the position of Alpha female. So, he let 'Ryn go on with her 'habits.' however violent.
Martin's protectiveness of the little blonde wolf was intriguing; cute, even. It wouldn't do her much good, though. Eventually, Farryn would get bored and restless, and if he couldn't calm her, then she would go looking for Lucy. It was Farryn's way, and so long as it kept her happy, he would let her continue.
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