Farryn
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
To be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive.
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Post by Farryn on Feb 28, 2007 23:40:53 GMT
The brunette leant into his kiss against her cheek a fraction, with a low grumble. A hand came up and stroked affectionately across his neck as he spoke about letting the young pack members out of their cages. She nodded and turned her eyes to look at him, pulling back slightly, "I'm sure I can find something to fill my time."
She said it with a slight smile, part irritation that the peaceful moment was broken and part anticipation. Today was now about occupying her time until night fell again, until she could hunt with Lucian. That was unless anything happen during the light hours that required her attention; Farryn had a knack for keeping herself amused.
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Lucian
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over...
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Post by Lucian on Feb 28, 2007 23:56:20 GMT
"Good girl," he praised her with a hint of a smirk. Reluctantly, he disentangled himself from her person, but when he stood beside the bench, he pulled her up onto her feet and into a possessive embrace. His kiss was languid and a bit rough, but affectionate nonetheless.
"Don't you go causing too much trouble, hmm?" he growled when they'd seperated and gave her an affectionate pat on the rump. "We only just got here, after all."
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Farryn
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
To be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive.
Posts: 46
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Post by Farryn on Mar 1, 2007 0:48:33 GMT
Farryn's nose wrinkled with a cheeky smile, she growled deeply into the kiss, relishing the sensation and arching her body against his. He pulled away and lightly smacked her rear and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth briefly, her eyes touched with blue for the slight pause as he moved away.
"I'll be good." She nodded, "Cross my heart, no breaking furniture." She ran her index finger over her own heart to demonstrate the sincerity of her promise, she really would try not to destroy their new home since they'd only just moved in.
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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 4:12:46 GMT
Lucian flashed a grin that was mostly fang and his eyes teased at the wolf, going darker than their natural brown into black. He kissed his mate once more before finally convincing himself that yes, the young ones did need to be let out of confinement; they would get cranky otherwise. Not that it was any of his concern, but he wasn't that cruel.
Well, not today, at least.
Continued in: The Basement
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Farryn
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
To be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive.
Posts: 46
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Post by Farryn on Mar 1, 2007 18:31:57 GMT
She watched him go; eyes following his shoulders as he disappeared out of the courtyard and back into the Manor to release the young wolves form the basement for the day before they would have to return to their cages for the final night. Only when her mate was out of sight did Farryn look away from the door, wondering what to do now. She scraped the toe of her boot back and planted it on the floor behind her absentmindedly; tapping it a few times before she decided she could do with a cup of coffee.
The brunette had only recently started drinking the stuff, well within the last few years, but she had developed a taste for the stimulant. With the desire now firmly embedded in her mind she too headed back inside, making a bee line for the kitchen, though walking languidly, running fingers over walls and tables as she went, appraising their new home by touch.
Continued in: The Kitchen.
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
Posts: 37
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Post by Micah on Jun 5, 2010 15:35:09 GMT
POST TIMESKIP.
Micah was rarely allowed outside by himself. He couldn't be trusted outside, amongst humans and other wolves who were not pack and therefore had no place within the precise hierarchy under Lucian and Farryn, under Christian and Dorothy. Under Jesse. The courtyard was the only outside world he knew, and it was one he only chose to venture into when it was empty of others. Micah knew better than to invite himself into spaces others were already inhabiting. That only ever brought anger and aggression, and while the Omega knew how to deal with those things, knew to stand and take it, it was not his place to be so bold. No, he had to wait for them to empty, or otherwise wait to be invited, to be told to enter.
The courtyard had been empty when he'd passed the door leading out, and his feet had led him through it into the open space beneath the sky, his attention quickly fixating on a string of things, one at a time. The stars above, the flowers that had bloomed during the days, the flickering light of the moon in the water of the fountain at the heart of the garden. Wolves were curious creatures, and Micah was no different, especially with his animal side so prominent.
When he'd realised the difficulty of exploring properly in wolf form, many things too high or too delicate to be sniffed or snuffled by a lupine muzzle, he had glanced around, a full circle of examination of the area, before transforming. To find Micah in his human form was uncommon. He wasn't the tallest male in any group but he wasn't the shortest either, and he was taller than a good deal of the females in this shape. Micah knew it to be disrespectful, challenging, to stand taller than his betters, and so his wolf form was the most common for him. While alone and exploring, however, he allowed the change and the other shape, giving him fingertips with which to carefully touch and height to look down on the surface of the fountain and the small ripples that danced when he touched.
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Faye
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Faye on Jun 6, 2010 13:35:17 GMT
She had considered spending the night in her room, attempting to find something at least semi-entertaining to do, but that, it seemed, was simply not in the cards. She had found herself too bored sitting in her room, so she had decided to wander the halls a bit in hopes that something- or someone- interesting would catch her attention. There was always the chance of that happening around the manor, so it was usually simply a matter of time.
While it was never a particularly good idea to cross Faye (though she would take it from the Alphas and Betas, simply because of their positions and the power they held), it was an extremely bad idea to do so when she was bored. It was, in most cases, also a bad idea to draw her attention when she was in such a state unless there was something particularly interesting going on that she wanted to be a witness to rather than join in on. She just wished that she had more opportunities to join in, though. It got boring simply being a spectator.
Stepping outside into the courtyard, she gave what some might have considered a chilling smile when she spotted the Omega there, all alone with no one to watch his back. The night suddenly had the potential to be very interesting.
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Posts: 43
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Post by Erik on Jun 12, 2010 22:07:01 GMT
Erik was bored. Bored and starting to grow stressed once more, a little brush under the surface of pure calm and almost empty expression that was a near constant on his face. Bored and stressed, looking for an outlet for those things; it wasn't really a good mix where Erik was concerned. His last game had been a good distraction, a good way to test himself, to see how he could hurt another to the best of his abilities. It had been a good way to test himself, to prove that he had improved, that he could make another crumble and best his previous score. Erik had even managed to achieve that, pushing the human as hard as he could, skilfully making the weak flesh scream and tremble under his touch, destroying them and it had been such good fun to destroy.
The muted amusement and satisfaction had faded though, a rush that he could never quite recapture the same as before, having to work harder and harder, chase it further to reach his goal. That wasn't to say it wasn't worth it, each different person gave him a subtly different rush, a different flavour coloured by their screams and the ways in which they had pleaded. Everyone was special, one of a kind, wasn't that what they said? They might be special dying but in the end death was the great equalizer of them all. Everyone was so very boring when they were dead.
He wanted to do something, make someone hurt and Tyler was somewhere else, other and beyond his reach unless he actually went to the effort of tracking him down and Erik wasn't the time to give that kind of power to someone he deemed so unworthy. Instead his walking had led him around the manor and out towards the courtyard, catching sight of Faye at the other end. She appeared to be watching something, Erik's eyes following hers, a cold smile of his own at the rarely seen sight of a human Micah.
Erik and Faye converging on the same target, the Omega that constantly cried out to be punished? Now that really wasn't a good mix.
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
Posts: 37
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Post by Micah on Jun 12, 2010 23:42:01 GMT
Micah wasn't the most observant of wolves to begin with, even when danger loomed, a great, ominous shadow growing ever-closer with teeth bared and claws ready to tear and rip. It had gotten him into trouble before, that inability to take stock of his surroundings, and it would continue to do so, because ultimately it wasn't something Micah could consciously change; in order to change something, you first had to realise it existed, and the Omega wolf was so absent-minded so much of the time that he had trouble with the simplest of things. He didn't notice when he was hungry, when he was tired, when his ribs were shifting out of place. It took major internal alarm bells to trigger a realisation for him, a stab of pain or an audible growl of his stomach, a dip in the strength of his legs that interrupted his stride. Micah had trouble keeping himself grounded in the moment. Wolves were notorious for their ability to live in the moment, to let go of the past and seize the present, but Micah was not an average wolf, not even at a stretch. The Omega knew that, he knew he wasn't normal, he wasn't the same as everyone else, but then, he was Omega. He had always believed it was his place to be so different.
So it was that Micah failed to notice the threat closing in on either side until something deeply-rooted, some sense that triggered of its own accord rather than anything conscious or actively aware, told him he was no longer alone with the ripples in the water and the subtle scents of the flowers and plants in the courtyard. Blue eyes lifted from the fountain, turning first to the left, where he saw Faye, a more dominant wolf and a dangerous female, he knew, the knowledge encouraging him to take a step back and away, to the right.
His eyes turned to the right before his body could turn all the way, rewarding him with the sight of Erik. Just as dominant over him and just as dangerous. Pale green shot through the blue and the hue split, uneven and conflicted, for several seconds before Micah remembered that could be misread as a challenge. The blue returned primarily, the green of the wolf dropping in a struggle, and he took his eyes from Erik's face and settled them once again on the surface of the water, remaining in place until he was told what to do by his superiors within the pack.
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Faye
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Faye on Jun 14, 2010 18:53:00 GMT
There was always someone begging to be hurt. Perhaps not verbally- almost never verbally- but their mere presence just screamed vulnerability and that was exactly what Micah was doing, making it impossible ignore. She had a number of thoughts about what she’d like to do to him, but she knew that she had to hold back. It wasn’t like it was when she was with her mother’s pack, spoiled and able to get away with torturing and tormenting anyone she pleased without fear of consequences. While she could get away with doing a few things to Micah, killing him was out of the question. She was happy to push the envelope, but she knew how far she could go without causing too much of an uproar.
She couldn’t take Micah away from the pack, after all. There were too few wolves there to torment as it was.
Seeing Erik join her and Micah in the courtyard made her wicked grin grow a bit. She normally wasn’t very good at sharing- actually, she wasn’t at all good at sharing- but Erik always had ideas that she could appreciate. There was almost always something deliciously wicked going on in that head of his and that was something she could respect.
Moving forward while the Omega’s eyes were on Erik, she stopped within arm’s length. “Unusual to see you in human form, Micah. Feeling especially brave, I take it.”
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
Posts: 37
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Post by Micah on Aug 21, 2010 20:56:56 GMT
The role of the Omega in such an undeniable feral and chaotic pack as Lucian Mar's was simple; the Omega was the stress-relief, the target of all pent-up aggression and frustration, they were the ones who put themselves in the line of fire to draw conflict towards them and keep other, stronger and more dominant pack mates from tearing one another to pieces. They lived each day of their lives with bulls-eyes painted on their backs and it was a burden they bore without complaint, one they took unto themselves without putting up a fight. That was what Micah had done. He had stepped into the pack and into the role and rank of Omega. Not once had he tried to change that.
As a result of so many attacks and outbursts from others aimed towards him over the years, Micah's senses had sharpened that little bit beyond the average and he could detect Faye's approach, heard the slightly scuff of her shoes against the ground as she stepped closer and he heard the breath that powered her words when she stopped and spoke to him. Her voice had his chest tightening, his heart feeling constricted like a cord had wrapped around it and pulled taut. He remained silent, his eyes down. Faye hadn't asked a question specifically and Micah had learned not to speak unless the one addressing him had asked a question. That left him powerless, anchored in place with no response beyond the slightest turn of his head in her direction to acknowledge the fact that she had spoken and that he had heard her.
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Faye
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Posts: 21
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Post by Faye on Aug 24, 2010 17:07:55 GMT
There were few things that Faye could genuinely say that she loved, but being feared was one of them. Respect was all well and good, but something in her wanted to be feared, to be looked in such a way that she could read that the other person knew she was dangerous. It was delicious feeling, knowing that she was feared. Oh, certainly, she wasn’t on par with the alphas where that was concerned, but she was happy with what she had. As long as no one doubted that she could be just a brutal as their leaders, then what did she need with an actual leadership position? There was pride to be had with being a pack leader, but there was also more work than she currently cared to deal with.
Putting her hand on Micah’s shoulder as she passed around him to peer down at the water, she gave a quick little smile. “Why are you so tense, Micah? Waiting for something to happen?” Would something happen? Probably. She was bored and when that happened, she was always ready to have some fun when it could be found. She gave the Omega’s shoulder a little squeeze, forcing herself to keep it light, the action anything but friendly. No one in the pack would ever mistake her as the friendly sort. Instead, it was a little show of power, her way of making sure Micah remembered what she could do should the whim strike.
She highly doubted that was something he was likely to forget anytime soon, though. He wasn’t that stupid.
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Posts: 43
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Post by Erik on Aug 25, 2010 0:37:07 GMT
Eric moved quietly from the other side of the courtyard, content to let Faye move faster, to reach their prey first and as much as he liked to play with those so much more weaker and less important than himself, there were times when he enjoyed seeing what others could do, how they would draw a prey in and down upon themselves. It was important to share after all and Eric believed that he should share – right now at least, because he liked Faye, liked her mind, liked seeing what she came up with next, liked seeing Micah in pain, an emotion, a feeling, that in Eric’s humble opinion, the Omega deserved to feel more often.
He stepped up beside them, automatically glancing down to the water as well, brief little sight of all three of them reflected in the ripples. Boredom was never a good thing when it came to any wolf within the pack, they all had their own ways of dealing with being bored, or stressed, or frustrated, or angry and that was the role of an Omega after all, to make them feel better, to feed egos or simply the voice inside his head that called out for screams and terror, emotions he couldn’t truly feel himself. “You should really learn to relax more Micah, Faye and I might take it a little personally, you looking so tense and unhappy to see us.”
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
Posts: 37
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Post by Micah on Sept 9, 2010 14:12:45 GMT
The longer he stood there with the more dominant wolves, the more uncomfortable Micah became; it was an unavoidable inevitability, just the way he was wired. Those such as Erik and Faye were dangerous to anyone they deemed unworthy of respect and the Omega knew he qualified in that category, he was not someone to be respected and certainly not someone to be feared. Even when his moods shifted so unexpectedly and dramatically as they could, there was always someone on hand who could get him back under control in one way or another. Usually Jesse, the one wolf in the pack who took the time to speak to him and give him food and keep him safe.
Micah wished Jesse was in the courtyard right then.
But he wasn't there. Jesse wasn't there and Micah couldn't rely on someone who wasn't available. He knew that well enough, just as he knew that the two wolves didn't have good intentions in mind and there were traps scattered throughout their words and actions. Micah had to tread carefully, very carefully, especially if he wanted to get out unharmed, to whatever degree and in any sense. If he pulled away or responded negatively, verbally, he could inadvertently provoke either wolf, or worse, both. But decision-making and logic were not weapons in Micah's arsenal, they never had been and he sincerely doubted they ever would be.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled finally, opting for an apology when he had no other avenue available to him, remaining still, physically and keeping his eyes down, not even daring to meet the gaze of either wolf with him in their reflection in the face of the water, taking extra care to ensure he didn't challenge or offend accidentally.
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Faye
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Faye on Sept 9, 2010 20:10:42 GMT
Squeezing the Omega’s shoulder again, Faye thought about how much she would have liked to make him yelp, to apply enough pressure to send him to his knees in pain, but she was still carefully regulating her grip on him, making sure she didn’t cause any real pain. Not yet, anyway. Sometimes, threatening pain was just as entertaining as causing the real thing. It was rare, though, since she did so enjoy watching others writhe with the pain she inflicted on them. Not to mention listening to them scream.
Had Micah foolishly pulled away from her, Faye was very well aware of the fact that she would have done something to him. What, she had no idea, but it wouldn’t have been very pleasant for the Omega. She would have enjoyed it a great deal, but he would have regretted moving away from her.
She gave a little smirk at Micah’s words. He really had left himself wide open… “Oh, we know you’re sorry, Micah. Sorry in so very many ways…”
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