Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Mar 1, 2008 16:03:08 GMT
Personally, Erik sometimes found the increased speed of a werewolf’s healing more a burden than a blessing. Wounds healed too quickly and there was no physical reminder of the dances they had done or the games they had played. Without silver there wasn’t really any way to properly mark or record the damage that had been inflicted. Humans were more fun in that respect, because their skin at least left a trace of the history of punishment even if they did break far too easily and quickly. No stamina.
He blinked a few times after she spoke, staring blankly in Farryn’s direction at the use of the words ‘warm and fuzzy’. It was not a description Erik would have thought to apply to himself or indeed any member of the pack. They didn’t do warm or fuzzy and Erik far preferred it that way, without them having to pretend emotions they didn’t have. “Updating my records,” he replied at last, giving a final flick of his knife and stabbing it down against the cabinet. “Getting ready for my next… toy.”
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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 May 11, 2008 20:23:13 GMT
Continued from: Hallways.
Shaking his head and then body out as he slowed his gait to a loping but light walk, form always poised as if ready to bolt, Micah licked his jowls, coming to realise as he approached the kitchen door that he would have to transform in order to acquire the much-desired food.
Damn. As usual, he hadn’t thought this through. Pausing for a few moments at the threshold, just out of sight, well and truly distracted by his simple yet attention-holding troubles, Micah’s muzzle wrinkled, the fur-covered skin over his nose creasing up. Perhaps, if he was crafty and lucky, he could fit a paw or his nose into the crack of the refrigerator door, and pop it open. And then, if he was careful, he could sneak some of the promised meat away to a secluded corner and eat in peace.
Rounding the corner, claws clacking softly on the linoleum floor, his thoughts were silenced at once. Farryn stood not five feet from him. Erik stood opposite her.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
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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 2, 2008 22:06:59 GMT
Continued from: Training Room
Lucian barely gave Micah a glance as he approached the kitchen. The energy he had worked up from his bout in training crackled smoothly under his skin and forced the wolf to the foreground. His eyes darkened considerably and the Alpha male smirked viciously, pausing in the doorway to listen to the eager tone in Vash's voice.
"Refresh my memory, Vash," Lucian rumbled. "When was the last time you honed your...special skills?"
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Jun 20, 2008 18:06:06 GMT
Before he had heard the tell tale clicking of wolf claws against the hard surface of the floor, he had sensed the approach of what was possibly the unluckiest member of the pack, the Omega. Normally, he didn’t tend to think about Micah one way or the other, the male was a strange curiosity in the way he seemed to always spend his time in his animal form but since he wasn’t allowed at the moment to actually play with him, there wasn’t really much point in thinking about him. Unlike certain others, at least Micah didn’t go out of his way to try and provoke an emotion from Erik and for that, if nothing else, he would refrain from trying to torment the already tormented wolf.
Anyway there was far more important things and important people in the area than the mere Omega. Farryn was powerful enough in her own right, but now in the kitchen doorway there lurked Lucian, who deserved all of his attention and respect. There was nobody else like Lucian, nobody worthy of being anywhere close to like him. Not for nothing was the male the pack’s Alpha. “My last session ended one week, five days and eighteen hours ago,” he replied promptly. Although Erik would never dream of voicing it to Lucian, he had been a little disappointed with his last toy, one he hadn’t selected himself and one who had barely lasted over a day. It was still better than nothing.
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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 Jul 21, 2008 21:13:06 GMT
The second Lucian came into the vicinity, Micah whined and shrank down and back, his hind quarters bumping into the wall. He was there now, there was no way to back out without being judged, perhaps reprimanded at a later date. The white wolf just needed to remember his place, stay below the others in the room. His superiors. He was Omega, and he had to behave as such. Micah had been doing this for years. He could continue to do so. Anything else was out of the question, an alien concept.
So he stayed out of the conversation, stayed at a distance, ignoring his grumbling stomach and keeping himself submissive in body and mind. His posture spoke volumes about his station, his eyes low just like his form, the white wolf remaining as still as possible while his betters conversed casually and comfortably.
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
Posts: 43
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Post by Jesse on Jul 25, 2008 13:16:29 GMT
Continued from Backstreets
Jesse entered the pack's domain at a jog and headed for the kitchen. He wanted a cold beer and to check in with Lucian - and it seemed that both were in the same place. The fact that Erik was also there dimly registered in his head - the other wolf merely another pack member. He took in Micah's cowering form as well, but mostly to make sure it was intact. Why he felt the need to protect the Omega, he could not say for certain - probably mostly to do with the fact that Micah was pack, and knew his place. Others... Jesse thought he was on to an idea, but the fog in his head began to flow and he merely crossed his arm to Lucian and pushed through to the fridge, collecting a beer and a leftover sandwich he'd made after training. Tossing the latter to Micah, he pulled himself onto the counter and took a large swig, belching once.
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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 26, 2008 0:50:35 GMT
Her heard Micah's pine, pitiful as it was. The fact that Lucian hardly bothered to glance in the Omega's direction was just another reminder of how low he was on the food chain. He would never go so far as to abuse the lowly wolf, but Micah new the penalty for going against command. Not that he every would -- Micah was incapable of rebellion, one of the reasons why he was so valuable.
"You're about due for a new lab rat," the Alpha continued, nodding to Jesse as the fighter entered. Lucian eventually stepped over the threshold himself and went to his mate's side, settling a possessive arm over her shoulders.
"How long did the last one hold out for?"
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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 1, 2008 19:11:55 GMT
Micah had sensed the approaching scent and sound of a familiar presence, someone who was a stabilising force and a mentor of sorts, but he didn’t relax, didn’t dare show comfort or ease in his Alphas’ presence; that was disrespectful, and presumptuous, for him to act as if he were on any level remotely resembling their own, for him to be peaceful in their company.
When Jesse entered the room, and promptly tossed him half a sandwich, Micah tensed, every muscle in his lupine body twitching as he smelled the food in front of him, the leftover meat and bread and whatever else had gone into the composition of the ‘meal’. Only when everyone else was comfortable did he inch forward and take the offering quietly, shuffling back into the corner and settling down with the morsel between his paws, being careful with his feeding; he didn’t dare to gulp and swallow the sandwich down like a brute, no matter how hungry he was. Instead, he nibbled at an edge before taking almost calculated bites, using his powerful carnassials to shear through the food, soft as it was already.
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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 Aug 2, 2008 13:21:36 GMT
Jesse finished his beer, ignoring the conversation around him for the most part. If Lucian needed him, he'd say so. He moved to the kitchen table and dragged a chair over to where Micah huddled. He sat it down infront of the wolf and leaned back once he sat, lighting a cigarette. Blowing smoke rings into the air, he watched Lucian and Erik idly, fingering his lighter.
A glance told him Micah was eating, and that was enough. Jesse's wolf fogged through his mind, his eyes flickering once in the Omega's direction, then settling in. He didn't trust the pack to let the other eat. Jesse's wolf paced quietly, and his lighter snicked quietly.
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Aug 2, 2008 19:46:23 GMT
The Omega was a useful reminder of how low another wolf could fall and although occasionally Erik wondered what had pushed Micah to such a level, he was content enough never to ask. Different types of wolves were useful in different ways, as reminders, warnings or just plain entertainment. Although his gaze followed Lucian as the Alpha moved further into the kitchen to be beside his mate, Erik was aware in a sense of Jesse moving and the ever so quiet sounds that indicated Micah was eating.
His posture shifted ever so subtly as Lucian spoke to him again, spine – if possible – straightening up even further at the possibility of being given something new to play with. Personally, whenever the opportunity to gain a new toy came up, he always hoped for a vampire, the urge to torture and hurt those undead beings almost as strong as the feeling of loyalty he held for the werewolf in front of him. Erik would be grateful for any thing to experiment on, of any race or creed of course, but there was something about a vampire that almost pleased him when they died. For that race, his payout was in the last moments, instead of the build up, as it was with wolves or humans and sometimes his work showed that, Erik being almost too eager to kill in an as painful way as possible, forsaking too much drawn out torture.
“Twenty-nine hours.” Out of those, only twenty-seven had actually been used to inflict anguish on them before the human had simply folded and stopped being fun. He had thought it before and he would think it again; his pervious lab rat had been too weak to be of any use. Perhaps next time, the next one, would be more of a challenge.
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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 29, 2008 10:45:26 GMT
Acknowledging Jesse’s increased proximity with a twitch of his ears, Micah paused in his meal long enough for the older, dominant male to reach in and take the sandwich back if he felt so inclined. When the fighter did no such thing, he went back to nibbling and chewing, keeping the prize between his paws, savouring it and keeping from swallowing it down in one bite. Respect the Alphas. If they wanted to take his food, Micah would not stop them; he would eat slowly, in a civilised manner, at least for a wolf.
Erik was one of those in the pack who truly, truly frightened Micah. At least once, the Omega had stumbled across the other male in the midst of some horrific activity, pushing painful attentions onto someone Micah did not know. The smell of the blood and sweat and fear had chased the low-ranking male out of the room at once, tail between his legs, paws working quickly to get him out and away and back to some semblance of safety before Erik could get mad and chase him and something terrible happened as a result.
Respect the Alphas. Respect the pack. That was all Micah really knew, all he could really do. He had no use, other than to remind those around him of how low a wolf could be on the chain. Omega’s had no real use. As Micah worked on one of the last portions of his donated meal, he kept himself quiet, against the ground, unassuming and insignificant. Micah knew his place.
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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 Sept 12, 2008 10:35:50 GMT
Jesse watched the pack interact. His mind fogged in and out - some part of his mind wanted to ask why Lucian wanted to aid the other wolf, but before he could really work on the thought, it was gone and his wolf was staring out through his eyes, gleaming around the room as the smoke curled around his head in a fog. Perhaps when Ramski returned the other would consider sparring with Jesse. He wanted to ask his Alpha, but his wolf wouldn't dream of that.
His wolf curled within and the part that was Jesse remained. What was left of him. He looked down at Micah, and made sure the Omega had finished the sandwich. He grabbed a bowl from the counter and went to the sink, filling it, and placed it next to Micah, not looking at anyone. His cigarette finished, he lit another, crushing the pack and tossing it into the bin across the room with a negligent flip. He'd need more.
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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 Sept 12, 2008 17:53:25 GMT
Lucian gave a low whistle through his teeth and smirked. "Not bad at all Vash. Never could figure how you got yourself into all that, but damned if you don't have talent."
Despite his...tendencies, the pack Alpha had never been one to focus on the more base forms of torture. That was Vash's speciality, and while he did occasionally watch as the younger wolf tore apart some specimen or another, he had never bothered to join in, nor did I try to pick up any technique. More often than not, if Lucian wanted a kill, it would be rough, loud and messy; preferably with tooth and claw.
To each his own, as the saying went.
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Sept 13, 2008 19:02:25 GMT
It was praise; and praise coming from Lucian was the only sort of praise that was really worth anything in the pack. Erik didn’t care what the other pack members thought of his work so long as they didn’t interrupt it. It was good when they quietly offered some approval or at least were appreciative of his ‘unique’ talents he could bring to a person suffering. It was even better if his work invoked fear in them, but the most important part was that they were quiet about it and didn’t try and stop him or hog the fun. If they didn’t try and force there way into his sessions, sometimes Erik could be positively warm in offering to share; the important factor being that he made the choice one way or the other.
Should Lucian ever suddenly express an interest in joining in, well of course, that would be different, because as Alpha he had ever right. Neither would Erik complain if Farryn ever wanted to join in, even though he thought less of her compared to Lucian. He knew that his idea of ‘fun’ didn’t really run on the same tracks as their ideas and so it was safe to think and believe that he would share it, knowing as he did that the chances were highly unlikely. It meant more fun for him and any of the select few within the pack that enjoyed 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 Oct 13, 2008 0:45:01 GMT
As much as he was able with so many older, more powerful wolves with such dominant presences around him, Micah remained in his own little world, gnawing away on the bread and meat that had been given to him, licking his jowls between bites and savouring the treat for what it was. As Omega, he was lucky to be fed at all, and any morsel was to be appreciated, not taken for granted. Micah was rather incapable of taking anything for granted, at least while he was lucid. When he slipped, slid back and into that red zone, his mind was so far from logical that sometimes, he didn’t even respond to authority. It made him a liability, and he knew that more than being lucky to be fed, he was lucky to be allowed to live. The Alphas could have just as easily put him down years ago.
When the meal was done, the water was put down in front of him, and only after he was certain it was his to take did he shuffle forward, pulling himself along on his belly so he could lap at the cool liquid and refresh himself. He lapped quietly, making sure not to disturb the other wolves in the room, keeping himself to himself; that was the best way for him to be. Stay low, stay quiet, and obey.
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