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 Dec 2, 2006 20:02:32 GMT
Turning her gaze from her obviously-surprised brother — well, it was obvious to Morgan, though perhaps not to anyone else who could see his face; she knew him too well — in order to return it to Nerys. She didn’t want to seem rude by looking away while they conversed, so eye-contact, especially for someone like Morgan, was important; it showed that she was paying attention, and that she cared enough about the topic to be attentive in the first place.
“You don’t have to leave,” the redhead told the pack’s medium — for lack of a better term — with a calm, welcoming expression. “You’re welcome to stay when you’re finished, if you want. It’s such a beautiful night out.” Her blue eyes rose to the stars overhead, and a tingle of appreciation settled in her stomach.
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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 Dec 6, 2006 0:14:40 GMT
Heidi was still on the bench, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms folded atop them. She didn't say anything, just listened to the discussion; silently she conceded with Morgan's assertion that Nerys was welcome to remain once she'd finished her curious task.
She lifted her head and sniffed, delicately, sorting the different data the sniff brought. Apart from Kate's steaks, she could tell that a few of the fighters were on the roof, as were Steven and Cole. She knew that Cole, like herself, was doubtless still concerned for Andrew and what had happened to him, and whether there would be future repercussions from it. Andrew, like Nate and Marion, was a human member of the pack; they were sincerely attached to the bashful little fellow and the idea of someone harming him made them all angry and worried.
Caught up in her thoughts, she only vaguely registered the conversation of the younger wolves.
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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 Dec 6, 2006 1:04:00 GMT
She smiled, "I would love to stay actually, but duty calls." She indicated the bag, burning it was just the first step, she didn't even know for a fact that it would do any good. She had to find out as much as she could about the vase, that was all she had to go on while the boy was so quiet and his mother so elusive. She held Morgan's gaze,
"I might be back if I get the chance," she said, feeling rude for declining the offer to stay but knowing that if she didn't help this boy now she would feel much worse later on. They came first, sadly.
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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 Dec 7, 2006 15:57:31 GMT
Heidi stood, and stretched. "Well, my dears," she said affably, "I believe I'll take my leave of you. I'm being remiss in my usual duty of patrolling, and on the second night, that's when its most necessary. I'm easily found if you need me, though."
With a genial smile for the three, she headed back into the hotel, in a more normal way than she had entered the courtyard.
Continued in The Hallway
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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 Dec 14, 2006 20:01:24 GMT
The auburn-haired female watched the Beta leave, giving a wave. She sighed and frowned, wondering if the Beta female was okay… but opted against following. The older she-wolf had her ways of handling the moon, and Morgan would only get in the way. Plus, she didn’t want to seem as though she were running away… and the sky was too beautiful for her to just leave. Her wolf gave a little pine, torn, inside of her, but she silenced it as she looked back to the medium.
“What else do you have to do, after… this?” She looked to the fire pit, and then her blue eyes were back on the blonde female beside her, after a brief glance back to Tomas, as if to reassure herself that he was still there.
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Tomas
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Posts: 105
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Post by Tomas on Dec 15, 2006 20:58:15 GMT
Tomas had given the departing Beta a wave of his own before casting a glance upwards to the stars, wondering if perhaps he should go to his room and attempt getting some sleep. That thought, however, was quickly put out of his mind. While he had nothing to add to the conversation going on by the fire pit and he knew that his sister was perfectly safe in the courtyard, the fighter couldn’t quite bring himself to get up and actually go inside. So, instead of doing that, he cast another quick glance to Morgan and settled on his back in the grass having apparently changed his mind about doing so without realizing it.
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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 Dec 19, 2006 22:00:01 GMT
Nerys had watched Heidi leave with a concerned expression, wondering blandly to herself if everything was alright with the Beta female. She knew the pressures of that post, the worries and time constraints and Heidi handled everything a hundred time better than she had in her youth. Morgan's voice brought her blinking back to the present and she looked at the bag again before turning her eyes back to the dark haired wolf.
"Well, there's not a lot I can do. He won't speak to me... I don't even know his name and with his mother so reluctant to come forwards..." she smiled briefly and continued with a light tone, "I'll 'hit the books' so to speak. I have photographs and documentation going back years on the vase that seemed to trigger all of this. That's the best place to start, I think."
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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 Dec 19, 2006 22:58:17 GMT
Morgan’s eyes were focused on Nerys, listening attentively. “Wow… there’s a lot more to all this than I thought there was.” Her slender hands slipped into the pockets of her pants, her arms straight; the waistline of her clothing slipped down a little around her hips, but no lower. She knew Tomas would have a fit if she dressed in any way provocatively. But he had nothing to worry about. Morgan wanted a mate someday, but she knew she was too young, really… well, not exactly, but she could wait. She could afford to be patient.
“Do you… want any help?” She put her bottom lip between her teeth, hesitant about making the offer and in some way offending the pack medium. Nerys intrigued her, and not only in that way that seemed common with most of the pack who heard about her ability to see the dead… but much in the same way as Heidi fascinated her. True, Morgan had known Heidi longer, and grown up around the Beta, making her more like family, but the redhead still found herself wanting to know more about Nerys, and what she did.
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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 Dec 19, 2006 23:29:07 GMT
Nerys breathed in as if about to answer in the negative immediately but stopped herself. She closed her mouth and smiled a little, trying hard not to glance at Tomas. Morgan was so full of questions and not just the small ones; the courteous, tentative questions about how she was and if there was anything to be done to help with her 'condition' or 'situation'. When Morgan asked her there was a wonderful sincerity there and Nerys had to nod thoughtfully.
"If you're sure that you want to help, I can't say no to company. I do want you to understand that it can get a little...intense." she had paused briefly, searching for the right word. When she went on it was with a light frown. "You don't need to worry about getting injured per se but I wouldn't want you to be hurt in any way, so only if you're certain you want to help."
In the past Nerys had on occasion taken a knock here and there as a result of her supernatural abilities but that was mostly due to her own actions rather than any other worldly influence. She was referring more broadly, to emotions to heartache. If Morgan was interested in learning more she would never deny her that but a child and a mother and this oddly bleak feeling she got about these spirits was not the way she would have chosen to introduce the younger wolf to certain facets of her life as a medium.
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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 Dec 20, 2006 20:46:22 GMT
Something not too unlike relief washed through Morgan as Nerys acknowledged the offer in the positive. A soft smile touched her lips, but it wavered fittingly as the blonde female spoke about it being intense. It wouldn’t be appropriate if she smiled through such a warning, and perhaps out of habit, she found her eyes turning back over her shoulder once again to gaze at her brother, as if to see what his reaction to such a statement might be.
But before he could intervene with a ‘suggestion’ that his younger sister perhaps rethink her offer, she replied to Nerys herself, “I understand.” She nodded with a soft smile again, cocking her head slightly as she looked down at the fire pit. It wasn’t that she envied those rare werewolves with secondary powers, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to understand it more; all of it, that was, not just the power itself, but how it affected the individual who wielded it. Maybe, if she learned more about how Nerys’ ability affected her, she could concoct some kind of way to make it easier for her.
Unlikely, but it was in Morgan’s nature to care for her pack mates. They were her family, and she loved them all. She would do what she could.
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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 Dec 29, 2006 0:30:43 GMT
Nerys nodded simply, glad that she had Morgan's understanding. She held up the matches and smiled. She pushed her band-aided index finger into the matchbox, sliding the little tray out. She plucked one of the matches out and crouched down. Like many other werewolves she was not all that fond of fire but this one would be short and contained with no danger of spreading, plus it was a cleansing fire and she had a somewhat tenuous understanding with her wolf that it was the lesser of two evils.
Creepy, invasive spirit or a short, cleansing fire; the wolf usually opted to shut itself up and lay down quietly while the human part of Nerys continued on doing what she did best. She struck a match but it blew out before it got two inches towards the bag, a 'lucky' gust of wind taking the flame out.
"Don't."
Nerys looked at the boy, "Let me hazard a guess," she said, "this is 'Mother's favourite', correct?" The boy nodded and Nerys bent forwards, setting her hands against her knees so that she was fully down at eye level with her little visitor, "Well, if she doesn't want me to burn it, she's going to have to come and talk to me herself. Why is she sending you? Can you tell me your name?"
"I shouldn't talk to strangers."
Well. This isn't going in circles at all. Nerys thought sarcastically, though she covered it up with a smile. She lit another one but this time protected it with her hand and managed to get the bag to catch. She stood back, alongside the slightly taller darker haired wolf, and watched it; the little boy was watching it too
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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 Dec 29, 2006 1:38:46 GMT
Morgan was incredibly wary of fire, and took a definite step back as the cloth bag caught from the match, igniting in a wash of flame. Her blue eyes watched the light dance with the heat, flickering merrily in the minimal breeze contained within the courtyard, and wetting her lips in a barely-contained nervous action, she glanced back to Tomas. It was just a discomfort thing for her; one she couldn’t place. She supposed it was merely instinct.
She had listened to the words Nerys, presumably, exchanged with the ‘young’ spirit, and felt her stomach do a little flip of sadness for the boy. What had killed him, and why? Had it been natural, or something else? Morgan was inclined to suspect the latter. Why would a spirit seek out a medium for help if their end had been natural and… peaceful…?
But could death be peaceful?
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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 Dec 29, 2006 21:00:45 GMT
Nerys stared into the flames as she stood beside the younger she-wolf. She stared as if she were trying to read something in them, as if she were asking a silent question and straining against the rustle of the courtyard breeze and her own steady heartbeat to hear an answer. The boy remained silent with his green eyes fixed on the flames as they licked at the darkness around them, apparently unaffected. Nerys' shoulders dropped a fraction as she realised that she had been right in thinking that it would not be as easy as cleansing the broken vase to free the little boy. Her mind had to start working on other theories with the reassurance that she had narrowed down her options, if only by one.
At a voice she turned and looked over her shoulder, blonde hair catching in the barest of draughts. She saw Gavin behind her and Morgan and Nerys smiled pleasantly and nodded, "Good evening Gavin," she said softly to the fighter.
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Tomas
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
Posts: 105
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Post by Tomas on Jan 8, 2007 16:36:30 GMT
Tomas had given Gavin a quick wave of greeting and now he really was considering going inside and finding something a little more active to do. Sleep was all but forgotten now, instead replaced with the need to do something. He supposed he could always go to the training room and fire off a few rounds. That was usually entertaining. Not that he didn’t have perfectly good company where he currently was, of course. He was just starting to feel the need to do something other than sit- or lie- around. After all, Morgan was perfectly fine out in the courtyard with Nerys and Gavin and she certainly didn’t need him watching over her every move, even if he sometimes felt like she did.
Climbing to feet, Tomas gave a stretch and looked up to the stars again. Maybe, when he decided to go to his room and stay for the night, he would open his window. That was something that he was just going to have to wait and see about.
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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 Jan 8, 2007 17:40:01 GMT
“Hi, Gavin,” she had greeted softly, as was her way, offering the quiet fighter a small but genuine smile, her mind whirring from the topic she and Nerys were sharing. But at the sound of her brother moving, if only to stand smoothly, she turned her head back again, and gazed at him, her blue eyes meeting his. She seemed to be asking without words whether he were leaving.
Morgan wasn’t a baby. She could survive without her brother constantly at her side. While she did feel safer while close to him, she had seen him tonight, and that was enough to put her at ease, certainly. She knew he was well, and that everything was calm and how it should be.
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