Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Jun 1, 2007 15:45:14 GMT
He didn’t mind how many ‘treats’ Lucian and Farryn brought back for the pack, so long as one was his and his alone. It wasn’t that Erik disliked sharing a toy with someone – on their very first meeting, Lucian had leaped in to help and he adored that – but rather he was worried that they would spoil his fun by ending it too quickly. Ramski could be a bit heavy handed with his toys.
The young werewolf moved further into the kitchen, recognising that for the moment at least that Lucian had finished talking to him. It was now safe to focus on the other need he was currently experiencing, his hunger. Perhaps after they had eaten he would ask Ryan if he wanted to watch some anime – as a thank you for cooking. Plus, Erik wouldn’t be expected to talk if they were watching something.
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Farryn
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
To be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive.
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Post by Farryn on Jun 16, 2007 0:08:58 GMT
Farryn grunted her agreement to her mate; he was absolutely right, Ramski got pissy when he was all itchy for something to do and if bringing back more than one human would sate him for the time being then she was all for it. It wasn't like it would be hard to snatch more than one from the streets of LA, it was a big place after all. The Alpha female was loving it already and she hadn't even begun to have her fun yet,.
"Does he have any taste or preference, or should we just make it a lucky dip. See what we turn up?" she asked off-handily, licking the fat from the bacon off her fingers.
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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 Jun 17, 2007 21:09:55 GMT
Lucian's wolf rumbled through his laugh while he leaned back against his mate. "He'll want something pretty," the Irish male said dismissively. "A pretty lass to toy with before he finishes her off. Shouldn't be too hard to find that here; this city is practically overflowing with little tramps."
It would probably require him to go out on a limb to attract the proper 'prey', but he would do what he had to. Besides, humans were fun to toy with; he could manage.
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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 Jun 25, 2007 18:36:11 GMT
Farryn pouted, "All collagen and silicon," she sighed, truly dissatisfied with that fact about the city. She was under the impression that finding someone 'natural' would be more difficult here than anywhere else they had travelled over the years and smiled briefly at the idea that they might have a real hunt on their hands. Soon though, she made a discontent face.
She was bored, now that she had eaten her breakfast. Still she leaned into Lucian with a sigh, glad at least that he was nearby, that was enough to keep her temper in check for the time being.
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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 Jul 8, 2007 2:14:24 GMT
He felt Farryn's sigh ruffle against his hair and chuckled lightly, patting a hand on her knee. "Bored?" he murmurred to her. When she nodded, he smiled subtly. "Come on. I'll find you something to do."
The Alpha male slipped away from his mate and after setting her plate in the sink, offered his hand to her. A bored Farryn just would not do; he knew how restless she could get. Granted, it was rather amusing when she found someone to take her restlessness out on, but not right now. They still had a night of the Change to recuperate from, and where was the fun if they were too strung out to put up a fight?
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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 Jul 8, 2007 21:58:00 GMT
Lucian was absolutely right about the fighting spirit in the pups, they were no fun to taunt -even if subtly in most cases- if they were still recovering from the change of the night previously. Besides the plotting had begun in her brain; how much more amusing would it be to sneak up on Lucy when she was asleep? At her most relaxed, her most venerable, Farryn couldn't remember the last time she had done that now that she thought about it and the blonde was so twitchy these days she had to switch stuff up to keep her interest levels going.
The brunette took her mate's hand and sidled up to him, slotting her body against his as close as she could, "What sort of something..?" she rumbled against his shoulder, looking up at him with wide brown eyes.
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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.
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Post by Ryan on Jul 9, 2007 15:56:42 GMT
Ryan had always had the 'fly on the wall' personality when it came to conversations about this. That and he was busying himself with breakfast for his friend. (And himself by default) The scent of sausage, or more importantly meat, waking his wolf once again as he turned the sausage over with a low hum leaving him. For some reason...he didn't think he should feel so 'safe' with people who could kill him in the blink of an eye or on a whim if they so choose.
Ryan reached for the plates, putting the sausages on the plates and setting Erik's aside with a feint smile. "There..." He muttered, low and under his breath, trying not to interrupt the older wolf. Or draw unnessacary attention to himself. That was not something he wanted in the least bit.
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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 Jul 10, 2007 0:49:50 GMT
Oh, how he loved it when Farryn played coy. He knew she was far from innocent, far from 'sweet', but he supposed that was her appeal. She was the 'bad girl', and Lucian would be lying to himself if he say he didn't find it intensely attractive. As it was, he gave a low growl and slid his free hand over his mate's waist in a possessive gesture, pressing her closer.
"Whatever you like, baby," he said. He kept his arm around her waist while they made their way into the hall. "You can do whatever you damn well please."
Continued in: Hallways with Farryn
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Posts: 43
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Post by Erik on Jul 12, 2007 20:50:48 GMT
He couldn’t help his shoulders slumping down slightly in disappointment as Lucian and Farryn left the room. Erik preferred being in the same room as his Alpha’s, even if they completely ignored him because he was still there, still with the only person he respected and truly trusted as well as Farryn, someone he almost liked for her behaviour.
There was nothing really wrong with Ryan or the sausages that had now been cooked and he looked down at the plate, eyes examining them blankly. Whatever he was looking for, he appeared to find, Erik nodding his head. “Thank you,” he said, voice a monotone, moving to fetch the mustard. Meat was nothing without added flavour to really bring it out.
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
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Post by Jesse on Jul 17, 2007 2:13:54 GMT
Jesse made himself a quick sandwich, mopping up some of the grease from the pan to add a bit of flavor while the conversations went on.
It was looking like an interesting evening - Jesse was sure that he should feel something more as they talked, but his senses were so deadened to anything anymore that he simply had his duty to Lucian and his "pack". What they did, he'd do. It was the way of the wolf, and that was all he had. He turned his souless eyes up for a moment, looking around the kitchen, then left for the training room - his sandwich gone, and his lighter in his hand.
Continued in The Training Room
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Aug 24, 2007 20:55:12 GMT
The sausages were devoured quickly, his appetite increasing at the sight and smell of the meat on his plate. He had poured a generous helping of mustard onto the plate but finding bread had been too much for him and Erik had quickly abandoned his original plan of a sandwich. The sausage on his plate had been fine enough with just the seasoning and were enjoyable. He didn’t bother to thank Ryan again for the food now it was eaten – he had thanked him before and that was more than usual from Erik.
With breakfast done, there was the question of how to spend the rest of his day. The food had given him enough energy to stay awake for longer and Erik didn’t feel like going to sleep but neither did he feel like doing anything particularly taxing. Calmly he moved over to the sink and began to clean up his plate, face blank and giving no indication as to the choices currently swirling around in his mind. In the end, the young wolf decided that the most energetic thing he felt like doing was watching one of his beloved anime series and without a word to those still the in kitchen he turned and headed for the lounge.
Continued in: The TV Lounge
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Posts: 43
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Post by Erik on Dec 22, 2007 22:24:16 GMT
Continued from: Erik’s Room
Somewhere between his room and the kitchen, Erik had pulled one of his small blades free from the arm brace, absently spinning and flicking it in his hand, blade twirling and turning rapidly, little flashes of reflected light whenever the bright metal catch the lights. He took an almost absurd amount of care with his blades, spending time after every use to clean them, washing away any blood, any grime, even any sticky finger prints if someone else had for some reason touched them. Erik also made sure that the cleaning fluid wasn’t corrosive or harmful to the metals he used – the scalpel set was old and he wasn’t sure he would be able to find another set if something happened to the one he had.
The throwing dagger was still being expertly fiddled with as he moved through the kitchen, intent on finding some food, his focus mostly narrowing to nothing but that task. So long as Lucian or Tyler didn’t enter the room, it was unlikely he would even realise at first that there was another pack member with him, unless they said or did something. When he got the food he wanted, that would of course change.
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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 Jan 22, 2008 18:45:57 GMT
Farryn cracked her knuckles as she walked, flexing her fingers and letting the joints tingle and pop beneath the skin, the satisfying sensation of a job well done. When she'd left the room little Lulu had been crumpled on the floor in a heap, blood on the air, she would have one hell of a headache when she woke up and the Alpha allowed herself a small smirk at that, laughing quietly to herself as she recalled yanking the petite female's arm so hard the shoulder had popped out and before she could even scream against the agony, slamming her head into the iron foot ornamentation of her bed.
At the kitchen doorway she paused. Was that a scream she'd heard form her favourite little punching bag? Probably. The stupid little bitch had most likely already woken up to find her right arm was useless, the look on her face was probably priceless.
When silence returned the brunette turned agilely on the balls of her feet and entered the kitchen, her grin growing when she saw a certain male in there. "Erik." She said, eyes a bright feral blue, brought forth from the violence she had just exacted, her wolf close to the surface at the exhilaration of it. Briefly those eyes focussed on the blade he toyed with before finding his face again, a hand coming up to her jaw, one that was smeared still with Lucy's blood. "How're things?" she asked smoothly, licking a smudge of crimson off her knuckle, an eyebrow raised.
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Jan 25, 2008 19:00:56 GMT
Lucian was his alpha, the first who had ever shown an interest in his torture and hadn’t shunned Erik, hadn’t turned away in disgust like so many before him. When he’d first met Farryn she hadn’t been much in his mind, a part of Lucian and therefore to be respected because of that. As time passed and he had slowly eased into the new pack life he had found himself in, Erik had found himself drawn to the female alpha outside of her role as consort to Lucian. There was a skill in her, a desire to do violence and hurt and while the brutal punishments she inflicted on the blond Lucy were not as skilled as they could be, Erik had nothing but respect and loyalty for her, respect separate to her position with Lucian.
He kept the small bladed weapon spinning in between his fingers as Farryn greeted him, dipping his head in a mark of respect to her. While Erik hadn’t noticed her visit Lucy today, it was clear that had had and would have been obvious even if she had lifted a blood tarnished hand to her face, drawing attention to the scent that was oh so clearly of the fallen pack mate. Occasionally, Erik wondered just what had happened between them to make Farryn so determined to beat the living daylights out of the other female and then beyond but it wasn’t his business. And he never wondered enough to actually care to ask.
“Fine Farryn. Been busy,” Erik replied with a small shrug of his shoulders. It was clear that she had been busy as well. “Enjoying your evening?”
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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 Feb 18, 2008 20:22:06 GMT
Farryn's eyes flashed the icy blue of her wolf. Violence was about all she really did and did well, outside of the things she did with her mate behind closed doors of course, in her own way she respected Erik's precision and patience when it came to inflicting pain, the brunette had never had much of either in all honesty. When it came down to it she kicked the crap out of Lucy because she could, no other reason really apart from the fact that she had to let the anger out in one direction or another and replacing furniture was expensive. Chairs didn't heal themselves, little blonde lycanthropes did...
"Is it that obvious?" she chuckled darkly at her rhetorical question, voice bordering on a growl as she considered the male wolf ahead of her. Briefly she glanced down at her knuckles to make sure she'd gotten all the blood, considering the unbroken skin of her fist, the lack of bruises, any that she had sustained earlier that evening had already faded. "Care to share? What's been keeping you busy? Got you all... warm and fuzzy?" The female grinned at her own use of sarcasm; the idea of Erik being remotely warm or funny had the potential to have her in stitches.
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