Morgan
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
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Post by Morgan on Oct 29, 2006 3:31:46 GMT
Morgan loved the courtyard. That was all there was to it. From Ananda’s beautiful little garden to the small wooden bench that edged one side of it, and the way the light filtered through the square hole at the top of their private domain, she loved everything about it. It was even a wonderful place to be when it rained, if she felt the urge to just get soaked and stand with her arms out to her sides, face upturned into the downpour.
But there was no rain tonight. It was clear, and the stars were bright, and at midnight, the glorious full moon would shine down on their cornered off piece of Los Angeles, and she could bask in its glow, if she wished. It was definitely tempting… maybe she would even change, and let the light wash over her dark fur.
Sitting cross-legged on a patch of grass, she took in a deep breath, drinking in the scents from Ananda’s flowers, and her lips turned up in a content smile. This place always soothed her wolf, and it was one of her usual haunts during the peak of the lunar cycle. She would often come out here to write in her diary, or to simply lay on one of the patches of well-kept grass, enjoying the way it tickled her skin. But now, she sat almost in a meditative position, until her eyes opened.
Her blue, clear gaze travelled up as she heard footsteps from above, and sure enough, she saw a figure emerge onto a private balcony. After only a moment, she registered their identity. Heidi. She would know the Beta female from a mile away. Morgan smiled softly to herself, hoping the older werewolf wasn’t being too hard on herself… it would make a nice change. Maybe she would go up and say hello; try and keep her company.
Or I could track down Tommy-boy… see what he’s up to.
So many choices. And she had the rest of the night to make them.
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Heidi
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Post by Heidi on Oct 29, 2006 3:41:53 GMT
Continued from Heidi's Room
"Evening, Morgan," Heidi said pleasantly, straightening and automatically reaching to smooth her hair. It wasn't every night that the Beta female jumped off of her own balcony into the courtyard, but even the stoic Heidi became restless on the night of the full moon. "Fine weather tonight, isn't it?"
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Morgan
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
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Post by Morgan on Oct 29, 2006 3:49:28 GMT
“Hey, Heidi.” Morgan’s smile came easily, showing her happiness about being joined by her favourite leader; she was always most comfortable around the Beta female. Cole and Dia always seemed so busy, even when nothing was going on, and her wolf instinctively tucked its tail between its legs when they were around — she had spoken with them both on a number of occasions, having been born into the pack, but she couldn’t shake that instinct. And Steven… if she ever saw him out of his room, it was usually for official ‘Beta business’, and sometimes, he just confused her.
“It’s beautiful. It’ll be a perfect view of the moon… makes me just want to stay out here all night.” She sighed, looking up at Heidi and wondering if the Beta would sit and join her rather than stand, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to stay.
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Heidi
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Post by Heidi on Oct 29, 2006 3:56:12 GMT
Heidi chuckled, appropriating a seat on the nearby bench. "There's something sort of reassuring about the moon," she agreed. "Everything changes -- the world, people, ourselves -- but the sun and the moon are constant. The moon that rises for us tonight is the same moon that's risen for centuries. It's one of the only things I know that's older than any of us. It's even older than our old Alphas were, and they'd be past a millennium by now." She sighed, watching the sky. "It's comforting, in a strange sort of way."
Looking back at Morgan, she smiled. "So where's your brother tonight? It's not often that I run into one and not the other."
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Morgan
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Post by Morgan on Oct 29, 2006 4:03:50 GMT
Deciding to change her position, the redhead rolled her legs out from under her, swung them around smoothly, and lay on her belly, propping her elbows in the grass to rest her chin on her hands as she regarded Heidi. “Well, humans did put a few new holes in her,” Morgan reminded the Beta female with a soft smile, obviously referring to the moon, and oddly enough, with a gender. She liked talking with Heidi; they could just as easily have a genuine, serious conversation as they could crack jokes or tease other pack members in good-humour. Morgan liked that.
“I’m sure he’ll show up to toss a sweater at me before too long,” she answered with a laugh in her tone, cocking her head gently so her red hair slipped from where it had rested on her shoulder. Her arms were bare just a little below the shoulder, exposed by her t-shirt, and Tomas could be such a worrier sometimes. It wasn’t as if Morgan would catch a cold, but they fussed over one another all the same. “If he doesn’t, I might track him down and pester him.” Her eyes danced mischievously.
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Heidi
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Post by Heidi on Oct 29, 2006 4:20:22 GMT
"I'd be surprised if he doesn't," Heidi agreed with a nod. "But it's good the way you two look after each other. That's how family should be."
Dimly she could remember her own brother. He was almost faded past complete recall, after six hundred years; little Jakob. Someday, she hoped, she would be able to find out what happened to the Fischer family line -- he must have married and had children, surely. The idea of tracking down her brother's modern-day descendants vaguely amused Heidi.
"I smell steak," she noted, sniffing. "I suspect Kate's behind it."
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Morgan
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Cole's Pack
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Post by Morgan on Oct 29, 2006 4:33:06 GMT
Morgan lowered her arms, her head going down with them so her chin was propped on the folds of her limbs. She sighed softly, and continued to watch Heidi after her bright eyes scanned the courtyard for a moment. Grass tickled her left ear, and she almost pulled a face, before she realised tilting her head would save her from the teasing.
She had acknowledged Heidi’s remark about her bond with Tomas with an honest smile that lingered for a few moments. She and Tomas were something of a special pair in the pack; not only were they both wolves born into the pack, but being brother and sister, they always had flesh-and-blood family close by, unlike almost all the others members of the tight-knit unit. She briefly wondered if they were ever envied. Quickly deciding that such a thought wasn’t exactly productive, she breathed in too.
How had she missed that tantalising smell until now? “Hmm, Kate and steak? That’s like saying dogs wag their tails,” she joked lazily, tilting her head over so the grass tickled her again, smiling to herself at the picture of Kate in an apron, and possibly a chef’s hat to match.
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Heidi
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Post by Heidi on Oct 30, 2006 14:17:42 GMT
"I'm tempted to go and try to mooch some," Heidi admitted, "given how often I get mooched from around here." Her tone belied any annoyance she might have been attempting to suggest; it was no secret that Heidi relished the way the wolves clamored for her cooking. "I must say, it smells divine....I think I smell mushrooms too."
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Morgan
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Cole's Pack
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Post by Morgan on Oct 30, 2006 19:54:19 GMT
Morgan quirked a brow with an easy smile. “Because we both know you make the cakes and cookies all for yourself.” She laughed, tucking her head down for a moment, breathing deeply to take in the scent of the grass that had recently been cut. God, she loved that smell. Lifting her head again, she looked to Heidi anew.
“You know Kate. He always makes too much, and it’s not like he’s going to say no to the Beta female.” There had to be perks to balance out the stress, after all. Sure, Cole and Dia had to manage everything at the top, and probably had to deal with more stress, but Morgan understood that the Betas had their fair share of frustration and responsibility. Why else would they be there? “Unless, of course, he already has a queue.”
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Heidi
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Post by Heidi on Nov 1, 2006 17:06:46 GMT
"Which I'm sure he does. So I won't pester." Heidi stretched a bit. "I wonder where everyone is. The hotel seems a bit quiet this evening....even for the main full moon night.
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Nov 2, 2006 14:38:59 GMT
Tomas moved into the courtyard with one of his sister’s sweaters draped over his arm; he knew that she would be there and, sure enough, there she was, without a sweater, just as he had predicted she would be. He knew that was an overprotective gesture to bring her a sweater, especially when what they were was put into consideration, but that was his job as her older brother. Tomas was well within his rights to be protective and overly concerned where his sister was concerned. Moving over, he shot Heidi and Olivia a smile of greeting and dropped the sweater on Morgan’s head. “Humor me, Morg.”
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Heidi
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Post by Heidi on Nov 2, 2006 14:54:07 GMT
"Hi, Tomas -- I knew we'd be seeing you before long." Heidi smiled at the newcomer. It's turning into a little party, she thought, amused.
She knew Tomas was the elder sibling; after all, Heidi had been present when both Woodburns were born. But he and his sister were so tightly bonded that half the time she forgot, and thought they were twins. They might as well have been, really. Even though they were older than several of the wolves she didn't lump in the category, Heidi thought of them as being part of "the kids," because she'd known them literally all their lives. It wasn't something she could say for everyone in the pack.
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Morgan
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Post by Morgan on Nov 2, 2006 17:13:06 GMT
Morgan had been about to open her mouth to grant Olivia — and by default, her brother — a greeting when the sweater was dropped unceremoniously onto her head… of all places. She let out a little, playful growl, and pulled it off her head, tumbling her loose red curls as she did, shifting to sit up with her legs crossed, like she had been positioned when Heidi dropped down.
“Dork,” she said to him with an overly-sweet smile, rolling her eyes and pulling on the sweater, getting her arms into the sleeves before swinging it up over her head and tugging it down. “Better, Tommy?” she asked him, looking up at him as she swept hair from her cheeks. Morgan briefly wondered if he had only come outside to dump the sweater, or if he planned to stick around. Of course, as always, he was welcome to stay, and she had a patch of grass at her side that was currently unoccupied; he could claim it if he wished.
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Nov 2, 2006 17:24:05 GMT
Tomas gave a rather boyish grin and a little shrug to Heidi’s comment. After all, it was a well known fact that where one Woodburn sibling went, the other was likely soon to follow. It was simply how those things worked with them. “I’m just far too predictable.”
When his sister called him a dork and gave the too sweet smile, Tomas stuck his tongue out briefly at her. Immature, certainly, but the occasion seemed to have called for it and Morgan was rather good at bringing out that side of him. “Much better,” he confirmed before giving her a light smack to the back of the head, “but don’t call me that.” Morgan knew full well how much he disliked being called Tommy, but he knew that was why she did it.
Dropping to the grass at his sister’s side, he planted his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand. “You know you love it when I drop a sweater on your head.”
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Morgan
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
Maybe all eyes are on you as you finish the race, and the world sees you struggling for last place.
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Post by Morgan on Nov 4, 2006 23:34:13 GMT
Heidi had been one of the people to see the Woodburns growing up, and the way Morgan had followed her older brother, just like Tomas had trailed along in Cole’s shadow decades before. Morgan had heard about that, and wished she could have seen her big brother trotting after the Alpha male. It must have been adorable, but she would just have to settle for her mental image of it, rather than the real thing.
Dropping her jaw as he stuck his tongue out at her, she gave a small huff, and turned her head away, as if offended, but soon turned back to return the rather immature gesture. Two could play at that game. The smack was a bit uncalled for though, and she mouthed a heartfelt ‘ow’ as she rubbed the struck point of her skull. “Bully…”
When he dropped down, she looked at him with narrowed blue eyes. “Hmm… well, I do love getting bed-hair without having to go to bed,” she told him with a definite hint of sarcasm, lifting her brows as if to dare him to laugh. She was well aware that her locks were a little unorganised now that she’d had a sweater dumped on them.
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