Steven
Beta Werewolf
Cole's Pack
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Post by Steven on Feb 5, 2007 3:44:40 GMT
The laughter was always pleasant to hear, a signal that Cole was relaxed and happy. In simple Alpha-Beta terms, when Cole was happy, Steven was happy. But more than that, they were close friends and he always strove to keep his friend happy, their positions in the pack aside.
“Well, with you at the helm, who could blame me for partly loosing my otherwise firm hold on reality?” Steven retorted, grin on his face despite the words and the way his eyes remained flooded with the blackness of his wolf, the beast shifting excitedly in his brain at the slight release Steven was giving him. Both sides of him were enjoying themselves immensely. “I mean, its enough to send anyone a little crazy with worry.”
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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 Feb 6, 2007 3:24:03 GMT
“Oh, I see how it is…” Cole moved away from the ledge, his pace seemingly relaxed and confident, but just hinted at with a hunter’s grace; the wolf inching its way to the surface, subtly displayed in the amber hue of his eyes, of the black, shaggy roots of his otherwise coppery hair. “You lose a few marbles from sitting too close to the TV, and it’s all my fault.” He nodded, as if this was to be expected, the blame-game, and shrugged.
“I wonder how else those games have jumbled your brain…” he mused to himself, eyes narrowing as he paced forward and to the side, always keeping Steven in his line of sight, as if he would attack, and Cole needed to keep his wits about him. “Maybe you think Italian plumbers really do eat mushrooms, and smash blocks… not to mention race go-karts around.” He smirked discreetly. “Just how warped is your reality, hmm?”
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Steven
Beta Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Posts: 141
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Post by Steven on Feb 7, 2007 3:11:33 GMT
“Those darn plumbers… I would say they aren’t really plumbers because you never, ever see them actually doing any plumber work. But really, that is just another point in their favour, because when do you ever see a real plumber doing work. I know I would rather save a princess than fix some sewage pipes.” Steven kept his eyes fixed on Cole the whole time he was speaking, his light and almost rambling train of words a direct contrast to the stiff and battle ready stance he kept himself in, ready to leap into a fight at a moment’s notice should he need to.
The faint stirrings of Cole’s wolf stirred in his own into wakefulness, the beast pushing in his mind and causing his hair to lengthen slightly although the colour remained the same. Steven had always thought it lucky that his wolf shared the same hair colour as himself, cutting down on the subtle hints that would warn someone if he was shifting and preparing to change.
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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 Feb 7, 2007 4:32:53 GMT
Wanting to laugh at Steven’s rather youthful ramble about what was, to humans, an antiquated game at best, Cole settled for an amused smirk. It was always entertaining to the older male how his friend had gotten so caught up in such a, in werewolf’s timelines, new craze. The way Steven had practically pounced upon the fad had made Cole laugh when it had first happened, and it was still humorous to him even now, many years later.
“And I think most people would say the same,” he conceded, nodding his head a fraction, leaving it slightly tilted down. He recognised the signs of Steven’s wolf coming to the surface, even though, to many, they would have been perhaps too subtle. Most werewolves had contrasting, to some degree, hair and eye colours for their human and lupine sides, but Steven was an exception on the former… not so much on the latter. The darkness in his gaze was a dead giveaway.
“Even females…”
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Mileena
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hope dangles on a string like slow-swinging redemption...
Posts: 39
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Post by Mileena on Feb 8, 2007 21:36:42 GMT
Continued from: Hallways
Mileena paused when she came up to the hotel's rooftop. Her wolf stirred inside of her, moved to sit upright, almost, and she was sure that she stood a little straighter in the presents of her Alpha and Beta males. As was customary for the female fighter, she greeted both males with a respectful smile and a deep bow of her head before she moved to the other end of the rooftop; she wasn't about to butt in.
The light breeze picked up her dark hair, made her smile. Mileena balanced herself easily on the ledge of the roof, crouching for a moment before she simply sat, facing out across the city. One leg dangled over the edge and she stared up at the wide, pale orb of the moon, basking in its glow while her wolf pined quietly.
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Steven
Beta Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Posts: 141
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Post by Steven on Feb 16, 2007 19:51:48 GMT
Steven’s inky black eyes glanced away from Cole for the briefest of moments, taking in Mileena and her bow. He indicated slightly with his head back at her, letting her know that he saw her presence before his attention returned to his Alpha. The appearance of another fighter did little to calm his wolf – after all if the small group clustered by the entrance didn’t stop his beast like and childish instincts, then another addiction was hardly likely to change it.
“I think females would want to save the Princess just so they could kick her ass for being so wimpy…” he answered at last, a smirk curling along his lips at the thought. He couldn’t imagine someone like Mileena for example, being too impressed with the antics of the Princess who seemed to only exist in order to be kidnapped various times over the course of each game.
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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 Feb 16, 2007 20:59:54 GMT
Cole too acknowledged the presence of and recognition from Mileena, turning his eyes to her as the amber waned and dipping his head a little in thanks for her own gesture, before he returned his attention swiftly to the Beta in front of him. Many leaders would have remained nonchalant and businesslike in the presence of their pack, but Cole wasn’t the average leader, and he liked that; he would be himself with his pack, and he liked to think that was part of what had kept him strong and dependable over the years.
He chuckled in amusement at Steven’s suggestion of how females would deal with the Princess, and tilted his head curiously. “I’m sure they would… or maybe they would just want to laugh at her for being so helpless. A few might even offer to give her self-defence lessons,” he offered, far too entertained by the thought, as unlikely as it was. That was part of the fun.
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Steven
Beta Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Posts: 141
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Post by Steven on Feb 21, 2007 19:26:35 GMT
“Can you imagine that Princess fighting? Please, she wears the most ridiculous goofy pink dress in the world. You can’t fight if you’re dressed as a cake,” Steven rolled his eyes slightly as he spoke, showing only too clearly the distain he held the fictional character in. It annoyed him no end when the end target he was working towards in a game was a stupid one. “And really, she should have learnt her lesson by now, instead of getting kidnapped every single time.”
When the mood struck him, he could talk for hours about his games, ones that were good, were bad, had a good plot, enthralled or disgusted. Steven wasn’t really a fan of the more violent ones, where the only point seemed to be killing everyone else – he’d seen enough of violence already in his life, and he had no doubt he would see too much in the future. The world was bloodthirsty enough without adding to it with games.
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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 Feb 21, 2007 23:54:08 GMT
Not laughing at Steven’s comment about dressing like cake would have been something of a crime, and an impossible one at that. So it was that Cole laughed, shaking his head in amusement, losing his serious composure for a few moments at least. “Well, some people are just destined to be kidnapped… maybe someone painted an invisible bull’s-eye on her back, or hung a ‘capture me’ sign there.” The chances to be this immature were rare, and Cole would them when he could.
“Maybe you should write to Nintendo…” he suggested, quirking a brow and cocking his head, his ‘serious’ demeanour back again now that he had taken a moment to compose himself. “If you’re lucky, they might send you a prize, like a window sticker… or a stuffed Yoshi.” It wasn’t often he referenced the games Steven loved, and knowledgeably at that, but once in a while, he would admit it. He was guilty of sitting with Steven sometimes, if the mood struck him, either joining in on the odd round of Mario Kart, or simply watching and ‘mocking’.
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Heidi
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
One step at a time; one hope, then another.
Posts: 300
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Post by Heidi on Mar 1, 2007 18:39:44 GMT
Continued from Hallways
Ah, this was better. Heidi wondered how long she could remain undisturbed. She wasn't angry, and she wasn't even that upset anymore, but she was still shaken by Raze's innocent question. It wasn't as if she was ashamed, exactly; okay, yes, she had behaved in a most improper fashion, but eh. Just because she was old didn't mean the moon couldn't affect her.
Once Dia woke up, she decided, she'd try to talk with her. Dia was practically Heidi's sister in some respects; if she were going to discuss this with anyone, she was the most likely choice. She adored and trusted both Cole and Steven, but wasn't really sure how comfortable she'd be discussing the matter with either of them...though Cole did know her history. He was the only one who did.
That was something she would have to change, she realized. If she and Will were going to be mates -- and that seemed to be inevitable, after last night -- she was going to need to be honest with him about what she'd survived. As soon as possible, really, she needed to talk to him about it.
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Heidi
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
One step at a time; one hope, then another.
Posts: 300
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Post by Heidi on Mar 14, 2007 14:00:43 GMT
After what felt like a couple of weeks of solitude, Heidi's head felt clearer. She gave herself a good shake, and then headed for the stairs. She wanted to talk to Dia; she needed to talk to Will; but first, and most pressingly, she needed to reassure her "son" that she wasn't angry with him. She knew Raze had probably been stunned by her reaction to his query, and he was still very sensitive. Flora had been in the kitchen, and would most likely have taken it upon herself to ease his mind as best she could, but this was something she, Heidi, needed to settle.
Continued in Hallways
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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 Mar 20, 2007 4:17:42 GMT
Continued from The Hallways[/I]
All but bursting out onto the roof, Jeremy scanned the area with the determination of a lion honing in on its prey. There, that spot’s good! Nice and open, nothing near it. Scurrying over he set the wastebasket down in the spot he’d picked. The metal made a soft clunk as it made contact with the surface of the roof. Hehehe. Digging around in his pockets, he fished out the lighter that had been retrieved from the depths of the couch. After leaning down to light the nearest paper edge, Jeremy happily hopped back a few steps as the flame quickly spread and grew, but stayed contained within the metal wastebasket as intended. Throwing up his arms he did a little jig as he sang along with the song that was already playing in his inner monologue.
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire!
He had every intention of continuing to dance and sing until the fire burned itself out. All in all, it would only take a few minutes. But oh, what a fun few minutes they would be. Sometimes, he is so very easily entertained. It’s the little things, right?
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Mileena
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Hope dangles on a string like slow-swinging redemption...
Posts: 39
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Post by Mileena on May 15, 2007 20:16:42 GMT
Continued from: Hallways
The smell of burning paper really didn't concern the fighter all that much. If it wasn't something from the city below, it was probably the pack historian on another one of his burning sprees. Milenna chuckled quietly at the thought; it certainly didn't take much to entertain Jeremy.
She turned away from the smell, instead moving toward a more vacant area of the rooftop. There, she encountered a few of her fellow fighters, enchanging words and quiet greetings, but when she settled herself on the roof's edge, she fell silent. The fighters didn't really need to have a constant, most of them being of a calmer disposition, and Mileena, for her part, was just happy to sit there and enjoy the L.A. sunshine.
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Darien
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Every dream's a journey away
Posts: 32
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Post by Darien on May 20, 2007 23:15:53 GMT
Continued from: The Kitchen
As soon as he had opened the door to his room, Zeke had squirmed, demanding to be let down and had trotted over to his cat bed, flopping down, obviously ready for a nap now that he had eaten. Darien had closed the door to make sure that no one would accidentally disturb the kitten- just like he always tended to do- and had moved up to the roof.
As he stepped out into the sunshine, he noted Jeremy and Mileena, the former busy with the burning paper. Deciding that he would stay away from that little scene, he moved to a corner of the roof, the one on the other side from Mileena, ensuring that he was well out of the way and respecting the privacy of the other two wolves as he peered down at the street below.
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Darien
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Every dream's a journey away
Posts: 32
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Post by Darien on Jul 12, 2007 18:18:30 GMT
Darien stayed where he was for a few moments before deciding that up on the roof wasn’t really where he wanted to be. The problem was, he didn’t know what he wanted to do. He supposed that he could always just go back to his room, turn on some music and do a bit of sketching. Actually, now that he was thinking about it, that sounded perfect. Giving a quick parting wave, he headed back inside and for his room.
Continued at: Darien’s Bedroom
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