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 21:54:10 GMT
It was some time before Lucian ceased in his mauling of the heavy bag. By that point, he was somewhat winded, and the normally curly hair atop his head had been soaked with sweat. It plastered itself across his brow. His clenched fists finally dropped to his sides and the Alpha male forced himself to take slow, even breaths; centering himself and grounding the energy that he had built up.
This impromptu meditation was brief, but when Lucian finally stepped away from the punching bag, he felt energized. Snatching a towel from the bar on the wall, the young male wiped away the rapidly cooling sweat from his brow and shoulders as he made his way up to the main house.
Continued in: The Kitchen
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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 Aug 28, 2010 0:14:12 GMT
Jesse had been jumping rope for almost an hour. The rope whipped through the air, his breath only just beginning to become more labored. Suddenly, as the rope impacted the floor as usual - it severed, the constant strain finally weakening it. The thick nylon cord cracked up, hitting Jesse across the face. His lip split, and he snarled, his eyes flashing as the blood welled up in tiny droplets. It wasn't so much from the pain, but the sudden cessation of the rhythm that brought the growling.
Jesse had his good days, he had his bad days. He usually knew where he was, what he was doing - at the very least, he'd be aware of who he was. Today, the fog swirled through his mind in it's thickest patterns, and he tasted the blood on his tongue. The white wolf came out with a rush of ivory fur and fangs, and he ran at the punching bag hanging from the ceiling at the other side of the room. The chain ripped from the roof and the white wolf began to shred the leather in it's teeth and claws. The frenzy built until the room was filled with flying bits and the snarls from the wolf.
When he came to - Jesse would most likely light his cigarette, and leave the room.
For now, there wasn't going to be anything left.
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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 Mar 19, 2011 9:09:19 GMT
The bag was destroyed - the huge white beast standing over it, breath coming through an open jaw, tongue lolling out in relaxation. The training room was covered in bits of leather and padding, completely trashed. The wolf gave a huff that sounded almost like a laugh, and padded over to the door, the huge claws muted on the floor of the room.
The fog swirled through his mind - the floor felt unnatural under the pads of his feet -- flashes of forest went through his mind, the smell of Cora as they sped together... the smell of blood and pain. The comforting smells of the forest a memory - the constant smell of fear and animals filling his nostrils with the cloying smells of the city.
The animal put his head down and blew air out of his nose with a whoof of air, as if to try to gain back the scents he so ached for. Sadness of not having anything to do... not being in a pack that really acted like a set of wolves... wolves were emotional creatures, and while Jesse may not have understood his loss in his damaged mind - his wolf could and would express it. The huge white ghostly wolf put it's head back and howled once - long and loud... then pushed its nose against the training room door... trying to decide what to do next...
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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 Apr 9, 2011 23:41:51 GMT
Slowly the fog began to ebb.. the destruction and the smells returning him to reality once. Jesse could not remain longing for the forest when only the sharp smell of rubber, torn materials and sweat lingered in the air. In a fluid movement, the white wolf stood into the dark haired man.
Collecting his lighter and knife, he surveyed the room impassively, then removed a cigarette from his pocket. Lighting it, he opened the door to the hall and moved out to roam the hotel.
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