Kyle
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Will they open their eyes and realise we are one?
Posts: 63
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Post by Kyle on Jun 23, 2006 20:56:57 GMT
The tall, broad-set fighter leaned back against the counter in the lobby, watching the odd, groggy pack member shuffle this way, or amble that way; sometimes with a bowl of cereal as they headed back up to their rooms or to the TV lounge to socialise wearily with one another. It was understandable that in a pack of large as Cole and Dia’s, there were varying stages of control within its members: some were old enough to hold it off as well Kyle and Mileena; some holed themselves up in their rooms like Cassidy and Brody; others spent the evening in the training room burning off energy by sparring or just scuffling amongst themselves; a handful had to trudge down to the basement every month to be confined. It was pretty varied.
Kyle, for his part, felt rather restless. He would feel better when the weight of needing to apologise to Mara was off his shoulders, he knew. And with any luck, it would only be another ten minutes at most before he could do that.
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Jeremy
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Historian
Nothing ever goes as planned, get your head out of your hands. Scream and shout like you were five.
Posts: 82
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Post by Jeremy on Jun 25, 2006 7:57:38 GMT
Suffice to say that Jeremy had thoroughly tired himself out the night before, and had probably annoyed the ever living crap out of poor Tina. After talking her ear off, he'd proceeded to bounce around the hotel some more before ending up asleep on the little couch in the records room. Jeremy slept there just as often or more often, really, than he did in his actual room. So much so that there was a pillow and blanket there ready for his use whenever it was needed. The dawn of a new day had found Jeremy thoroughly burrowed beneath the blanket, and even though he had awoken, he'd had every intention of staying burrowed there for quite some time longer, because he was one sleepy puppy. However, his stomach informed him that he would be doing otherwise. So he'd gotten up, wiped the sleep from his eyes, didn't even bother wasting the effort to try and tame his frenzied hair, and made sure he hadn't looked too rumpled before shuffling his way to the kitchen.
There he found exactly what was needed: froot loops. No post full moon morning, or most other mornings for that matter, was complete without it. Num. A few minutes later he was carting a large bowl of sugary goodness back towards the records room, already spooning cereal into is mouth as he walked, and would no doubt fall back to sleep once his destination had been reached and the bowl had been emptied. Shuffle, shuffle, num, num, shuffle, shuffle. In his still bleary state, he was so fixated on simultaneously walking and eating he didn't notice almost running into Kyle and the lobby counter until it happened. Meep. Shaking his head slightly, Jeremy looked up at the fighter, already cowering slightly and managing a mumbled "Sowwy" before swallowing and repeating the apology properly. Kyle intimidated Jeremy a good deal. All of the fighters did, really. The only one that ever hadn't was Damien, and that was so long ago… He'd be more than happy to simply keep shuffling right along as long as Kyle didn't swat at him or anything.
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Kyle
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Will they open their eyes and realise we are one?
Posts: 63
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Post by Kyle on Jun 25, 2006 16:31:25 GMT
Not many members in the pack ever expected Jeremy, per se, but to be bumped into by him while simply standing still at the desk? It was new, certainly. Kyle looked down at the pack’s historian, blinking in silent surprise, before he acknowledged the apology, “Don’t worry about it.” He’d subconsciously checked Jeremy hadn’t spilled cereal and milk on him before saying as much though, but to be honest, he wasn’t really up to intimidating that morning… not that he made a habit of it, really, ever. He wasn’t the type to loom over smaller or younger pack members and get a kick out of making them jump or cower; that wasn’t Kyle’s way. Protective and loyal though he was, there were limits to his duties… scaring the crap out of his fellow pack members was not one of those duties.
Glancing to the cereal, and Jeremy’s scruffy appearance, he guessed the historian had only come down from his records room to grab breakfast. Many of the pack were behaving in the same way, and usually did after each night of the full moon, respectively.
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Devon
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Bobby McFerrin definitely had the right idea.
Posts: 55
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Post by Devon on Jun 25, 2006 18:11:18 GMT
Continued from: The Basement with Molly
"Ow! Dev, you trod on my foot."
"Sorry, toots."
"M'not your 'toots.'"
"Oh. Sorry, baby."
Devon barely managed to dodge Molly's open palm as it zipped towards her head. He grinned. Many of the pack found it strange that, even after a night of grappling with his wolf, Devon was able to maintain his usual chipperness. Granted, exhaustion made him a bit slap-happy, but everyone knew that slap-happy Devon was fun. Kinda.
"Kitchen's this way, Mollsee," he mumbled, still grinning as he tugged her along, waving to the other pack memeber that milled about. "Lessee what we can russle up, eh?"
Continued in: The Kitchen with Molly
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Jeremy
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Historian
Nothing ever goes as planned, get your head out of your hands. Scream and shout like you were five.
Posts: 82
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Post by Jeremy on Jun 25, 2006 20:32:48 GMT
That's because no one expects The Spanish Inquisition! Jeremy Starke! And it's not as if anyone had to actually make an effort to intimidate Jeremy it kind of just- happened. He knew very well he was definitely 'the odd one' of the pack, preferring his isolation and computers to anything else. Even his inner wolf was different from the others, less a wolf and more like a rampant puppy that had been kept in a pen for too long. That being said he did feel comfortable within the pack. Everyone had their duty or place in the grand scheme of things, including him with all his strangeness. Maybe you simply had to be a bit odd to be a historian in the first place. If so, Jeremy was certainly no exception.
Seeing that apparently the apology was accepted, Jeremy grinned a bit reluctantly and sidestepped around Kyle perhaps a bit dramatically before continuing at a slightly faster shuffle back towards the Records Room.
Continued in: The Records Room
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Sissy
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Live, laugh, and love.
Posts: 197
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Post by Sissy on Jun 27, 2006 12:45:46 GMT
Continued from: The Basement She passed through the lobby quickly, her mind focused on nothing but snack food. She really did know that she should indulge in a proper breakfast, but at the moment, nothing seemed better than pretzels and a chocolate bar. Continued at: Sissy's Bedroom
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Mara
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
Posts: 260
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Post by Mara on Jun 29, 2006 4:05:18 GMT
Continued from The Basement with Cole "Impressive?" Mara blushed slightly. "I don't see how..." Her wolf curled through her, warming to the praise from the alpha like a pup. She could not control her change - that was sure - but as long as she and her wolf were in agreement, the training of her mind in her arts ...much like Greg's, she hated to admit... was something that her wolf did like, and on a basic level was sometimes willing to respond to. The rage - no. That was beyond her power. But the instinct - the respect due to a warrior/master, or in this case, her alpha - that her wolf and she both knew - and well.
She leaned against the wall of the elevator, relaxing a little - til the doors opened to show the lobby of the hotel. Her wolf sensed Kyle's presence in the lobby as the doors opened, and her wolf's reaction was fear. The rage of the night was gone, and she found that she was glued to the spot in the elevator looking out. His wolf was the stronger and her respect for him on the human level added to her mixed emotions.
"I'm not sure I can do this." She felt silly, but she felt suddenly like a child - facing a monster in the closet. "Maybe I should stay in the basement."
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Cole
Alpha Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Fear of the unknown clouds our hearts today. Come into my world, see through my eyes.
Posts: 500
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Post by Cole on Jun 29, 2006 4:44:24 GMT
“Of course you can,” Cole encouraged, but gently. He pushed off from the back of the elevator, glancing out briefly to where Kyle still stood against the counter, watching them silently, and patiently, not saying a word. “He’s not going to attack you, or look down on you. He’s been through what you’re going through… he was bitten too; he knows what it’s like.” Everyone had to go through this stage, and it was only natural for Mara to fear rejection, but he had to make her realise that, while she was in the pack, she wouldn’t have to deal with that anymore… not from her packmates.
“Just don’t rush yourself. He knows you’re sorry… you don’t have to apologise right now.” He glanced out to Kyle again, before his eyes were quickly back on Mara, supportive and reassuring. “Kyle’s not going anywhere. And neither are you. It can wait.”
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Mara
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
Posts: 260
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Post by Mara on Jun 29, 2006 12:01:38 GMT
Mara shook her head sharply. "No. Waiting will just make it worse. I'm being rediculous." She closed her eyes a moment - the exertion over her wolf's desire to stay put made her head throb. A tug of war went on - she finally pleaded with it to remember Cole's words - that this was its pack. This is our family... we cannot burn bridges, nor live alone here...please... The wolf prowled behind her eyes - when she opened them again they were fully golden - but calm. When she met Cole's eyes again, they were her human color.
Pushing off from the leaning position she'd been in, she took one faltering step, then commited to each step after it. It closed the distance to Kyle slowly - she felt Cole just to her side, a warm support. How she'd functioned without a pack...
"Kyle." She gave a small smile. "Hell of a night, mate."
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Kyle
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Will they open their eyes and realise we are one?
Posts: 63
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Post by Kyle on Jun 29, 2006 18:14:25 GMT
The tall fighter wolf watched his Alpha, and the new female at Cole’s side, as they approached. He’d been able to sense the hesitation as she’d lingered in the elevator, and couldn’t say he blamed her. He’d made mistakes in the past; Cole knew that better than anyone — after all, what was an Alpha if not a guide? Cole had helped Kyle through many a rough full moon, as he had with countless others.
Inclining his head slightly in a respectful acknowledgement of what Mara said, he replied, “It certainly was.” Glancing only briefly to Cole, perhaps for reassurance, he turned his eyes back on Mara, and offered her a faint smile of his own; a rarity for Kyle, if ever there was such a thing. He didn’t smile very much, in general.
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Mara
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
Posts: 260
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Post by Mara on Jun 30, 2006 1:28:29 GMT
Mara met his eyes and gave a small smile in return. "Look... I'm really sorry about what - " she gestured behind her to the elevator - "what happened down there. I never meant to fight you, much less hurt you. Though - " she touched her temple gingerly - "from what I remember we're even now. Forgive me?"
She extended her hand. "I'd like to spar with you still, but just ..not this particular week - what do you say?"
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Kyle
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Will they open their eyes and realise we are one?
Posts: 63
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Post by Kyle on Jun 30, 2006 23:36:54 GMT
“It’s already forgotten,” he assured her calmly, taking her hand. “And I’d love to spar with you.” Truth be told, Kyle was always looking for new willing partners. William and Mileena and the other fighters were skilled combatants, but after a while, he had gotten used to their styles, and that made it easier to predict what move was coming next, therefore eradicating the challenge.
“I’m sorry as well… about what I did. It was an accident.” Kyle glanced briefly to Cole once again, seeing the almost peaceful encouragement just in that momentary eye-contact.
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Mara
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
Posts: 260
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Post by Mara on Jul 1, 2006 1:01:57 GMT
"I think we can probably write the whole thing off as an accident." Mara smiled. "And you're on for the spar." She felt better, and her stomach gave a loud growl. She blushed slightly, then said - "Everything about being a wolf involves growling and noises, I've found."
She turned to Cole and gestured to her head. "Can we get this taken care of so I can get something to eat? I've got a hell of a headache, and it's not just this."
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Cole
Alpha Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Fear of the unknown clouds our hearts today. Come into my world, see through my eyes.
Posts: 500
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Post by Cole on Jul 1, 2006 1:27:25 GMT
Cole smiled as the exchange concluded, and in calm spirits at that. He’d known Mara could manage it, but he couldn’t blame her for being nervous. Not only was Kyle much older than her, and therefore respected within a pack that she was hoping to join, but the fighter was the self-proclaimed protector of the pack’s leaders… meaning Cole. Both males gave their own soft smiles at Mara’s comments about growling, and the Alpha nodded his head.
“Sure thing. I can smell Heidi’s infamous French toast, so if we’re quick, we can get some before it’s all gone.” Glancing to Kyle once more, he led her around the counter, taking out the first aid kit that the Beta female had used to treat his wound the night before. Flipping it open as Kyle wandered off with a mumbled parting, he took out the items they needed to treat Mara’s gash. “That wasn’t so bad,” he said to her when Kyle was suitably out of earshot, vanishing into the TV lounge.
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Mara
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
Posts: 260
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Post by Mara on Jul 1, 2006 1:45:54 GMT
"You sound like a mother hen, not an alpha wolf." Mara did feel better though, and she sat patiently while Cole cleaned her temple, putting a clean bandage over the wound. She smiled, then voiced a question that her wolf had been feeling since yesterday morning...
"So how do get to be in the pack...?"
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