Tomas
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Posts: 105
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Post by Tomas on Nov 5, 2006 1:34:14 GMT
“Fine then, I’ll just start being stuck up. Is that what you want? I’ll just be serious all the time and never lighten up. I’ll even go.” Despite having just settled on the grass, he stood. Tomas knew that anyone who didn’t know him extremely well would very likely think he was completely serious. He certainly sounded like he was and he even looked it. The fact of the matter was, Morgan was really the only one who ever saw his not-so-serious side. Except for when he joking with her, he was typically quite serious, so there should have been no doubt in anyone’s mind that he really could be very no-nonsense.
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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.
Posts: 127
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Post by Morgan on Nov 5, 2006 19:17:38 GMT
Morgan reached up and grabbed the belt of Tomas’ pants, pulling him back down, even though she knew she might accidentally unbalance him. It wasn’t like the landing would hurt though… it was only grass, and he was a pack fighter. He’d survive. “Stop being so dramatic,” she told him, looking up at him as she shook her hair out of her eyes, smiling to herself.
Glancing to Heidi and Olivia, Morgan’s attention was soon back on her brother. She knew exactly what he was doing, and wondered if the other females had been able to see through his act… she doubted it, in the nicest possible way, of course. Tomas was a bit strange at the best of times, and by that, she meant that he was especially good at acting serious or angry when he wasn’t necessarily in either state. She supposed it could come in useful, and was probably just a by-product of being a fighter.
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Tomas
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Posts: 105
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Post by Tomas on Nov 5, 2006 21:24:03 GMT
Tomas allowed himself to be pulled back to the grass, sitting heavily. “Hmm… Well you are usually dramatic enough for the both of us. Every now and again, it’s just my turn, though. Besides, considering what I have to put up with from you sometimes, I think I deserve to be dramatic on occasions.”
He gave a bit of a shrug and shifted on the ground, making himself comfortable on the ground again. He wasn’t sure how many pack members other than Morgan could see through his act, but he didn’t that it was many. Cole, maybe, but after him, he didn’t really know. He rather hoped that it wasn’t many because being able to pull off anger or some other emotion that he wasn’t particularly feeling could come in handy, especially when it came to the pack pranksters…
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Heidi
Rogue Werewolf
Departed
One step at a time; one hope, then another.
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Post by Heidi on Nov 6, 2006 19:05:17 GMT
Heidi just chuckled, and shook her head. Sometimes she thought that it was a shame the age of vaudeville was over, if only because Morgan and Tomas would have made such an amusing act.
She was glad she'd decided to come down. This felt so much better than staying alone in her room. Even if she was more of a spectator to the whole conversation than an actual participant, it felt good to be where she was.
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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.
Posts: 127
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Post by Morgan on Nov 6, 2006 20:33:45 GMT
Morgan smiled brightly and triumphantly when her brother plopped back down on the grass beside her, giving him a playful nudge with her elbow once he was back ‘where he belonged’. “Well, it’s my job. And I’m defensive of my position, thank you very much.” She was never that dramatic, but she did have a tendency to show her mischievous side once in a while, and that was what Tomas was likely referring to. “And just remember… I could be worse. Be thankful for that.”
Looking across to Heidi at the sound of the chuckle, she smiled at the Beta female, and took in a content sigh, letting it slip out of her again. With a small rock where she sat, she tipped slightly to the side, leaning against her brother comfortably, and to draw that small piece of inevitable comfort from being close to him.
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Tomas
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Posts: 105
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Post by Tomas on Nov 7, 2006 16:21:53 GMT
“True,” Tomas agreed as Morgan leaned against him. “You aren’t nearly as bad as you could be, but I think that’s something we can all be thankful for.” He knew that Morgan was never as bad as he had just made her out to be, but exaggerating such things was a key part of being an older brother. That or he just enjoyed it… Either excuse was good, really.
Tomas tipped his head back to look up at sky. It really was a nice night; far too nice to go to the training room like he had originally planned to do after dropping off the sweater. It was almost enough to make him wish he had a room with a balcony so that he could just sit out there all night. Since he didn’t, his current spot would do nicely.
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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.
Posts: 127
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Post by Morgan on Nov 11, 2006 14:18:17 GMT
Tomas’ sister nudged into him with a playful little growl when he teased at her, smiling all the same. She knew he was only playing, and she definitely enjoyed it in her own way, perhaps in a manner that only a sister could appreciate. Besides, many of the other wolves in the pack seemed to enjoy the siblings’ little games, and she remembered many times when they had been the cause for laughter. Somehow, knowing she could at least be partly responsible for any kind of happiness that her pack mates might feel… it comforted her, in a way.
As she leaned against her brother, she sought out his heartbeat in the melody of sounds that filled the courtyard, from small insects that made the space their home, to the laughter and small clangs from the kitchen. When she picked it out, she shut everything else out, taking in a deep breath, as if she was willing her heart to beat in time, to match her brother’s rhythm.
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Nerys
Beta Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Medium
I'm haunted by the lives that I have loved and the actions I have hated.
Posts: 250
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Post by Nerys on Nov 11, 2006 17:07:24 GMT
Continued from: Nerys' Room
She grabbed a box of matches from her cabinet, she had several all neatly arranged in a drawer, and stepped out onto the balcony. She looked down, Heidi was down there with Morgan and Tomas if her nose and eyes were right, which it usually was.
Oh how perfectly embarrassing, she thought, but she had no other option, the normally demure, lady like Nerys would have to just step back a little, relax the reigns so to speak. With the matches and bag in her left hand she grabbed the railing and lifted herself up and over, she dropped through the air and landed in a bob. She straightened herself up quickly, giving her maroon cardigan a little tug to smooth out the creases and then smiled sheepishly at the group.
"Good evening," she said softly, tucking some hair away, "don't mind me."
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Tomas
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Posts: 105
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Post by Tomas on Nov 12, 2006 4:42:54 GMT
Tomas had given a little smirk at his sister’s growl but had made no effort to return it. This time. When they were both in the mood for it, they could get into growling contests that had been known to go on for hours if no one interrupted them. They could even have conversations during their odd little contests, placing their growls at either the beginning or end of their reply to whatever their sibling might have said. He supposed they could be seen as odd at times, but it didn’t bother him. Everyone needed some little quirk, he supposed.
As was natural for him, he allowed Morgan’s leaning against him, gazing up at the stars and letting his senses take in everything around him. As relaxed as he was, he was instinctively always aware of what was going on around him and even more so when his sister was nearby. He supposed he could be labeled as an overprotective older brother, but Tomas was really quite satisfied with that particular title. It meant he was doing his brotherly job.
He turned his attention away from the stars to look at Nerys questioningly, tilting his head slightly before deciding that what was in the bag and her intentions with it were none of his business. He did, however, say “Evening, Nerys” before tilting his head to go back to his stargazing.
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Nerys
Beta Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Medium
I'm haunted by the lives that I have loved and the actions I have hated.
Posts: 250
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Post by Nerys on Nov 12, 2006 12:00:59 GMT
She paused for a just a moment, no questions came her way and she breathed and sigh, smiling at the group in general though mainly Tomas as he had spoken, before he went back to gazing at the stars with his sister. Their relationship was, in Nerrie's opinion, just lovely, so protective and close that it reminded her of her own sister and brothers. She crossed the courtyard purposefully, dispelling memories with every step and focussing in on the fire pit and subsequently on the task at hand.
It wasn't that she didn't like talking about the spirits or what she was doing to help them, it was just that while in the middle of trying to get rid of this one, or two as it now appeared to her, she wanted to be focussed. She was tired and her wolf was ever restless and pacing.
It seemed her plan had been figured out by her little friend though. The boy stood by the ashes in the ground and looked up at the blonde, there was pleading in his eyes. She simply ignored him and set the bag down. Maybe she would have talked to him had there not been four other wolves sitting in relatively close proximity.
She wasn't sure of all the pack's opinions of her abilities, or gift, or whatever word was chosen to describe it. She knew that a lot of the pack she called friends believed her, they had seen too much not to, but she knew there some sceptics in the pack and they probably thought she was mad.
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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.
Posts: 127
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Post by Morgan on Nov 12, 2006 20:52:41 GMT
Quiet against her brother, Morgan’s bright eyes never left Nerys. She watched the female with silent attentiveness, even as she subconsciously nestled a little closer to Tomas. She didn’t mean to be unnerved by what it was that Nerys could do — and Morgan had never seen any reason to doubt her; Cole believed it, and that was enough for her to believe as well — but it never failed to send a little shiver down her spine at the thought of spirits in their home. Were there any in the courtyard right at that moment? She wanted to know, and at the same time, was glad she didn’t…
So instead of asking, she simply watched Nerys, feeling the small hairs on the back of her neck rise, followed shortly after by the ones on her arms. With a quiet sigh, she wondered to herself how the ‘seer’-wolf — for lack of a better term — could handle the things she saw…
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Tomas
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Posts: 105
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Post by Tomas on Nov 13, 2006 17:14:38 GMT
Tomas had no doubts that Nerys could do what she did. After all, if they could exist, why couldn’t spirits? And it only made sense that someone would be able to see said spirits. At least, it made sense to him and he figured that was really good enough. He didn’t take any particular interest in the thought of spirits, though. He didn’t understand all of the ins and outs of what spirits could and couldn’t do, but he figured as long as they weren’t actually hurting anyone, he wasn’t going to worry about them. He supposed his view on it could be described as a sort of odd, slightly twisted version of ‘live and let live’ since the spirits weren’t actually alive any more.
Despite his relative disinterest in spirits, Tomas just couldn’t quite help but pull his eyes away from the heavens and watch what Nerys was doing with a slight tilt of his head. He was still convinced that it was none of his business, but even he was allowed to be curious on occasions.
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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 Nov 13, 2006 19:40:21 GMT
Heidi's mind had been wandering until the arrival of the newcomer, which caused her to look up with a start. "Hello, Nerys," she said. "That seems to be the popular way to enter the courtyard tonight."
Eyeing the matches, she gave a small nod. She didn't have the slightest idea how Nerys dealt with her particularly odd ability to see the spirits; Heidi, even after six centuries, found it challenging enough just to be a werewolf. "Would your task be easier if the rest of us left you?" she inquired. She didn't want to interrupt, and she doubted any of the others did either.
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Nerys
Beta Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Medium
I'm haunted by the lives that I have loved and the actions I have hated.
Posts: 250
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Post by Nerys on Nov 13, 2006 20:10:58 GMT
Nerys looked over at Heidi just as she shook the box of matches to unstick them. She smiled warmly, not really following her comment about her entrance but assuming she hadn't been the only one to make it. She shook her head to the Beta female, aware of Morgan and Tomas' eyes on her also. Her cheeks flushed a little and she gestured to the fire pit,
"No no, please. I'm the one jumping in on your evening. I really won't be long, just a little bonfire and then I'll be off again," she smiled once more, "besides the stars are so lovely tonight I wouldn't dream of depriving you of them."
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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.
Posts: 127
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Post by Morgan on Nov 18, 2006 2:15:22 GMT
Hesitating for a moment, Morgan chewed on her bottom lip, before lifting her head from Tomas’ shoulder. She looked to Heidi on her bench, and then to her brother, before turning her blue eyes on Nerys, and the fire pit she stood over, listening to the sound of the rattling matches.
Go and see, a voice seemed to whisper in her head, and she almost smiled at the curiosity of the wolf, as it pulled her soundlessly to her feet. She pressed down gently into Tomas’ knee to get herself up smoothly, and then started off halfway across the courtyard, before using her voice to announce her approach; “Do you need any help?” Nerys seemed to have things under control, but she was intrigued, in her own way, even though the thought of present spirits sometimes shook her.
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