Faye
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Faye on Oct 21, 2008 17:34:08 GMT
She had been trying desperately to entertain herself in her room, working on a knitting project that she had the tendency to keep hidden in a box under her bed, but it simply hadn’t worked as well as she had been hoping. She was in the mood to be on her feet and even with some music playing, the room was too quiet, which was beginning to put her in a bad mood. Faye was bored and anyone with half a brain in their skull didn’t want that. If they thought she was nasty when she was in a good mood, then they were stupid. It was absolutely nothing compared to how she could get when she was angry.
Making her way into the kitchen, she made a quick note of who was there and where they were standing before she headed silently towards the refrigerator, listening to everything that was going on as she pulled the door open and studied the contents. She was pretending to stay out of the way while eavesdropping on what was being said around her, something that usually entertained her for a few moments at the least.
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Oct 26, 2008 19:42:13 GMT
Speaking of those select few within the pack that enjoyed the skill of a blade and the delicate song of a scream, one of the better had just entered the kitchen. Erik respected Faye, respected her talents and the skills she could bring to a torture session. They each had their differing views on some things of course, which was only natural, but both of them understood the call of making someone hurt, of how it felt to hear the snap and break of bone and sinew, mind and soul. She was a kindred spirit in a way, up there with Lucian and Farryn and one of the few worthy of any time and effort.
Not like the Omega still crouched on the floor, drinking as if he really was the dumb dog he appeared to be instead of a werewolf. Erik had little patience with people the best of times, but those like Micah were just plain pointless to have around aside from the fact that while they were Omega, the space was filled. Aside from a title, what purpose did he really serve, what was his role in life? Should Erik find himself alone with Micah he might have to ask those questions, a faint, cold smile on his face at the idea although he betrayed none of his thoughts in any other manner, knowing that he was still talking to Lucian and thus all his attention should really be fixed on his Alpha, not on any delicious possibility. It was still something he would have to discuss with Faye, if he remembered, he was sure she would enjoy tormenting the beast.
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Faye
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Posts: 21
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Post by Faye on Nov 3, 2008 22:15:07 GMT
Having been trained in how to make someone suffer, Faye respected Erik for his talents. He knew what he was doing, something that had been proven a number of times as she had stopped to watch him torment whatever victim he was given. She could appreciate simply standing back and watching- it was watching art come alive in her eyes- but she wouldn’t deny that it was more fun when she was a participant, making someone scream and seeing the fear in their eyes up close. She wasn’t crazy, just an evil bitch and proud of it.
Spotting a container of orange juice, she pulled it out, shutting the refrigerator door before moving to get herself a glass and pouring some of the liquid for herself, leaving the container on the counter because she knew that she would likely finish the first glass off quickly. Turning with her now filled glass in hand, Faye leaned back lightly against the counter, glancing around again, her eyes landing on Micah.
Now, there was a sad excuse for a werewolf. What right, she wondered, did he even have to call himself one? He was, in her eyes, little more than a dog who could take human form on occasions. It was pathetic and demeaning to them all in a way, something that honestly angered her. If someone couldn’t do their species proud, they should have been put down as quickly as possible once they were found to be inferior. It was the only way to keep the werewolf race strong and, if Erik really ever did have such a discussion with her, he would find a very willing audience and participant.
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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 Nov 7, 2008 7:19:15 GMT
Jesse smelt the new pack member before she arrived - he hid a curl of his upper lip with a last draw of his cigarette, flipping his lighter into his pocket. Pulling his silver switchblade, he began playing with it, the quick sound of the blade snapping. Micah's finished meal in crumbs at his feet, he remained infront of the Omega. The female and the other male were so alike. Jesse's mind fogged in and out, his wolf looking at the pair. They didn't hunt for the pack. Wasteful. He struggled to find a place for them, but he couldn't. With a small shrug, he sat back, watching the kitchen. Micah belonged. His Alpha. Himself as fighter. His wolf eyes flashed once as he stayed where he was, finishing his beer.
Jesse flicked his knife and sat, confident, arrogant, and quiet.
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Posts: 43
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Post by Erik on Nov 21, 2008 21:32:53 GMT
A lot of his victims had called him crazy, normally one of the last acts they had been able to do, screaming through the blood and the pain, the word crazy thrown in with a lot of other, far less polite words to describe Erik. Although he shrugged them off at the time, preferring to work on his art than to consider such things, there were times when he wondered. Was he crazy? The dead thought so, and so, he knew, did Tyler. Anyone unimportant or annoying considered him crazy, but the question was; did Lucian think the same thing?
And really, did it matter either way?
If he was crazy then he was and that wouldn’t change anything in the long run. He would still enjoy his arts, would still spend time Faye and the others who played the same songs. Erik’s life wouldn’t change just because of some random label. Being crazy or being sane wasn’t an excuse; he chose to do what he did, he embraced that which he had learnt, which he had experienced himself, having passed through the fire and come out stronger because of it. If being crazy was the price to becoming stronger, then Erik could accept that. Just as he could accept that Micah was weak, and that he and Faye would have delightful conversations imagining how to ‘deal’ with such a life form.
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Faye
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Posts: 21
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Post by Faye on Dec 4, 2008 18:44:39 GMT
Crazy was what those who didn’t understand the true art behind what they could do tended to call those like her and Erik. They were too narrow minded to understand the intricacy of killing someone in the ways they liked to employ. There was nothing artistic about going out and just shooting someone. That was dull and had no flair. Getting close to the subject and using a blade in an effective matter was an art form and, like every art form, it took practice and dedication to get perfect.
To Faye, it didn’t really matter what anyone thought of her. She was who she was and she did what she did. If someone didn’t like it, that was fine, but they had better as hell not make a big deal out of it in her presence or she would do all in her power to show them exactly how big of a mistake doing such a thing really was. If she could have gotten away with it, she would have been happy to use Micah as an example of what could happen if someone crossed her the wrong way. True, he hadn’t done anything to her, but he had to have some sort of use and that, she thought, was a good one.
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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 Dec 29, 2008 14:54:37 GMT
Micah knew what people thought of him; what the general opinion of him was. People looked down on him, thought little or nothing of him. But they didn’t give him enough credit. Beneath the fear and the trembling and the wolfen mind and the bipolar back-and-forth was a sharp mind. It was just buried beneath all the layers, smothered by confusion and chaos. But he knew. He knew far more than people would ever assume. Did that make him dangerous? Perhaps. Were he anything other than an Omega, it would, without a doubt. But what he had, he lacked the strength and conviction to use. There was much he could do, places he could go, while in wolf form, where others could not, constricting themselves to their human bodies. Micah knew better. He knew.
Just as he knew Erik and Faye disliked him, were looking at him in that moment. A shudder ran down the length of his spine and he shifted his weight, ever so gently, subtly, an uncertain predator surrounded by superiors not knowing whether he was at all welcome, or even safe. One predator knew the gaze of another, and the intensity of those coming from the pair across the room carried the ferocity of hunters. Micah gave a low grumble of a sound in his throat, ears flicking and beginning to lay back.
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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 Jan 17, 2009 7:36:12 GMT
Jesse both felt the growl and heard it unfold. His eyes flickered once and he casually leaned forward, moving his leg towards Micah. His lower leg met the animal's side, and he pressed the leg to him gently. It was both to calm him - and to send him a clear message. He was not alone...
He reached across the table for a discarded magazine and began to thumb through it, though no one would doubt his attention was firmly on the wolf at his feet. He'd keep Micah from harm if he could, but he'd not actively step in.
Not unless he had to.
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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 Jan 17, 2009 18:41:30 GMT
Realising too late what he had done, Micah felt that leg nudge lightly against his side, and the growl diminished and became a soft whine instead. The wolf sniffed and then shifted his paws, taking his eyes from the judgemental gazes of Erik and Faye. Jesse was with him, would keep him safe, or at least give him fair warning of any discipline that would come hurtling his way. Micah would be all right.
Gaze lowered now, Micah’s paws shifted and he set his head down, laying it between his forelegs. As ‘pathetic’ or ‘wasteful’ as it might make him seem, he looked for all intents and purposes like a domesticated dog, silenced by its master and waiting dutifully to be told what to do. Any one of the other werewolves in the room could give him a command, and the rules of the pack’s hierarchy meant Micah would have no choice but to obey, no matter the consequences. It was his place as Omega. Bottom of the chain.
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Posts: 43
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Post by Erik on Jan 17, 2009 23:57:48 GMT
It wasn’t time to show Micah everything he and Faye wanted to. That and Lucian hadn’t given them permission yet, hadn’t indicated in any way that the Omega’s usefulness had run out and until such a signal was given, Erik would just have to force himself to wait. To try and convince himself that when the day came it would be that much sweeter for having waited. Erik might be rotten to the core and devoid of compassion or any of the so called ‘positive’ thoughts, not to mention feelings in general but he was loyal to those who earned it. And Lucian had earned such loyalty.
Until that day finally dawned, there would be other opportunities, other people to play with and other times to silently and subtly remind the Omega that his time was rapidly running out. The growl had been pushing things, Erik feeling his eyes flare in their animalistic colour, a natural response of the sound and the faint challenge it represented, the English born wolf holding the light for a moment before allowing his natural blue to bleed back in. Of course, should Faye ever step in and pre-empt the plan, well, Erik probably wouldn’t care too much. He looked away as Micah did his best impersonation of a dumb animal, not even worth a glare anymore. Not when he could talk to his Alpha and to Faye instead.
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Faye
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Posts: 21
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Post by Faye on Jan 18, 2009 23:53:36 GMT
As far as Faye was concerned, no one had earned her loyalty, but she played along, pretending that she gave a damn about who was an alpha and so on and so forth. It wasn’t like she was going to challenge anyone’s authority and she followed instructions, so she didn’t see why anyone would know any different. She didn’t get to be who she was- a born killer- nearly enough for anyone to have gained her loyalty. She respected their word and their authority, which was as good as it was going to get.
When the growl sounded, Erik’s eyes were not the only ones that changed to their wolfen hue. Faye’s own eyes went from blue to dark amber, narrowing slightly at the offender. She was quick to regain her composure, though, her eyes reverting back to their original color as she took a drink of her orange juice. As hard as it was to do so, she was forcing herself to simply let herself fall back into the old ways and start in on Micah. She would be a good little pack member and wait until Lucian gave permission. Then, all bets were off, though she would very happily work with Erik in making the omega wish that they would show mercy and kill him quickly. Too bad for him that that wasn’t in the plan…
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