Nenet
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
it's nice of you to wait, darling, while i make all my mistakes
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Post by Nenet on Sept 27, 2010 12:51:01 GMT
There were many in the pack who had been wolves countless lifetimes over compared to the years they had spent as ‘normal’ humans. There were even some who were older than Nenet and Seth, some much older, that hadn’t started out as wolves, but had been turned and they were now so much a part of the pack and life that she couldn’t see them any other way. Occasionally, she wondered if those wolves missed being what they had been born. Nenet for her part could imagine no other life than this, couldn’t imagine changing into something else but then to feel what they did, Nenet would have to lose her wolf somehow and regain it. The mere thought of loosing her second side was almost physically painful, a simple thought and it had her heart contracting painfully. She had always felt her wolf, always been in tune with it to a degree, even in her earliest years, before it had truly spoken to her, she had felt comforted by the presence and to imagine it gone, to imagine a life without that other side, honestly frightened the female. Aside from loosing Seth, there was little else that could frighten her so.
Seth was, perhaps a little bit, more endearing to her than she really wanted to admit to him. With anything serious it was so easy for him to wrap her around his finger, willing to do anything he might want and it was a good thing he didn’t know his own powers. In a humorous mood she dreaded to think what he might do with his powers. Nenet could at least pretend to be strong now, perfectly sculpted eyebrow lifting, as if his actions were nothing more than a little bit of fun, as if she didn’t want to smile and shake her head, maybe even laugh at his reaction. “We will accept nothing but your ultimate and unconditional surrender. Any ceasefire would be rejected.”
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Seth
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
My faith in love is like blood; I give it freely for some.
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Post by Seth on Oct 9, 2010 17:03:50 GMT
Seth supposed than any wolf who was turned into what many of them had been born into came to understand and accept, even welcome it, after a time. The time would vary from person to person, he knew, that much he understood, as ignorant as he was to how it must feel for someone who had been human to become something more, something stronger and wilder in a way, but it would come for all of them. Owen and Finn and Susie were among those who had yet to reach that point -- though if what Seth had heard about the little girl was true then she had already reached a strange kind of child-like acceptance -- but there were many within the pack already who had found it and gone on with their lives and learned how to adjust and live with everything that had seemed so daunting and uncertain in the beginning. Seth was one of those who had been born a wolf, had always known it was inside of him even before he had come of age and changed for the first time, and he simply couldn't imagine what it would be like to not have that.
Like so many males of any species, Seth was ignorant to the effect he had on the female to whom he was closest; in his case that was Nenet, and he had no idea whatsoever that he basically had her wrapped around his little finger, that he had so much power over her. Even if he knew, he would never even dream of taking advantage of such a thing. It would be unimaginable. Nenet meant more to him than anything in the world and she had for centuries, from the very beginning; he had gone to lengths for her that he would otherwise never even consider and he had never once regretted his actions when it had come to saving her from those who had killed their families. Such serious thoughts had no business in an otherwise light and carefree moment though and he dropped his mouth open in a mock gasp. "Surrender? Outrageous, madam!" He adopted an expression that was intended to be serious, perhaps even intimidating, and yet somehow he knew he had failed completely. For a moment he stared and then a kind of confusion seemed to dawn, and without even looking down at the board, tone still pseudo-serious, he asked her, "Whose turn is it?"
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Nenet
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
it's nice of you to wait, darling, while i make all my mistakes
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Post by Nenet on Jul 31, 2011 22:10:10 GMT
"Oh. Well," Nenet said, raising both eyebrows now, casting her dark eyes down at the board and the pieces there on. "I don't recall now that you've thoroughly distracted me, so I will go." She paused. "Since I'm the lady." It was said with utter seriousness and she raised her eyes to him again with a perfectly calm, expectant expression.
Technically Risk couldn't be played with two people, the game could end up going on for days as a result of there being two unchallenged superpowers in play but Nenet didn't mind as much as she might have made out when he had put the idea of playing to her. It just meant that in the end they would more likely call an end to the game than have it go on forever, they'd move onto something else to pass the time. Nevertheless while they were playing Nenet was playing to win, or at least to hold onto Asia and the Middle East. Everyone know that the game was won or lost in that region of the board.
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Seth
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
My faith in love is like blood; I give it freely for some.
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Post by Seth on Aug 4, 2011 23:53:01 GMT
Seth was good at that, distracting people, including himself. More times than he could even recall he had started down one train of thought only to derail himself and end up on another one that was completely unrelated, only to have trouble recalling how he had started out in the first place. So he smiled at Nenet and nodded his head, conceding to her decision without argument and settling his hands briefly in his lap as he watched her think over her move and continue on her mission to claim certain parts of the board.
When Seth played games like Risk -- or Clue or Monopoly or anything else with so many rules and guidelines -- he always played them so loosely and without any real thought that he often ended up forgetting whose turn it was, what exactly he was supposed to be doing next or even disregarding the restrictions and instructions altogether. It made for better games in his opinion, even though there were those within the pack who wouldn't always agree with him; it was better to just take things easy and most importantly of all, have fun, and besides, there were often so many rules to remember that it ended up being more confusing than entertaining.
"I'm going to lose again, aren't I?" he said, almost to himself, his eyes roaming the board and Nenet's strategically placed pieces in comparison to his own haphazardly and skewed arrangements. Seth didn't mind losing when he was playing against Nenet. Games were to be played, not necessarily won, but Seth never minded when it was Nenet claiming victory ahead of him.
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Nenet
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
it's nice of you to wait, darling, while i make all my mistakes
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Post by Nenet on Sept 18, 2011 14:29:17 GMT
Nenet always played by the rules. Always. Seth knew that about her, of course, and it was hardly restricted to board games. there was a sense of properness that she valued in life and it was a doctrine she had followed for centuries now; she had a certain standing to maintain and to do that she had to act accordingly, appropriately and while she didn't expect such a thing of everyone around her, least of all Seth who could get away with almost anything in her eyes, she expected it of herself.
"What sort of attitude is that for a general to take?" Nenet said airily, casting the dice after her announcement that she was going to attack the Ukraine from the Middle East, the spear head of her invasion of Europe from Asia and indeed a thoroughly thought out plan. "Your troops will lose all faith if they hear such talk," she mused.
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Seth
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
My faith in love is like blood; I give it freely for some.
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Post by Seth on Sept 19, 2011 19:51:23 GMT
Seth knew very well that Nenet was a woman who expected the best of herself, she had standards, high ones, and she wanted to meet them every day. The way she dressed, how she did her hair, even the way she spoke; it was all a product of her birth, essentially, and the role she had served in their pack. She was the daughter of Alphas, he the son of Betas. They had been somewhat like royalty in their birth pack and in his own way, he still treated her as such. It was what she deserved, what she had earned through her trials. Some might hear him call her Princess and think it mocking or little more than light affection, but it went so far beyond that. It meant so much more than anyone could understand.
"An honest one?" he ventured, looking up from the playing board and meeting her eyes across the table. "Maybe they'll fight harder if they figure out I'm depressed because I'm getting my butt kicked." His smile was crooked and boyish, and he hoped to get a smile out of her as well, no matter how brief. "It'll be like a Christmas present. You know, months before Christmas." He paused, looking down at the plastic pieces. "It's a weird gift, but these tiny soldiers? Who understands the way their minds work? I mean, really."
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Nenet
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
it's nice of you to wait, darling, while i make all my mistakes
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Post by Nenet on Nov 29, 2012 23:30:53 GMT
"If they had minds at all they wouldn't be fighting a thankless, endless, pointless war," Nenet pointed out, her eyebrows raised. "If an unseen deity-like figure were controlling my actions in battle, I'd have marched out of the trenches long ago." Perhaps she was thinking about it too deeply, letting Seth suck her into a strange discussion that didn't really deserve quite so much scrutiny. Then again, that was he way, that was the simple power he had over her.
Nenet rose from her seat and moved to refill the small mug she had been drinking tea out of, slipping one of her silk sleeves back so as not to tarnish it with hot water splashes or anything else. Seth had a way of making her feel both incredibly old and incredibly youthful, fresh like the first buds of spring after a long and unforgettable winter. Honestly, she didn't know how he managed to accomplish such a thing and she wasn't about to ask him, either.
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Seth
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
My faith in love is like blood; I give it freely for some.
Posts: 75
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Post by Seth on Nov 29, 2012 23:53:55 GMT
There was a part of Seth that almost wanted to point out that most wars were thankless, endless, and pointless, but that wasn't his job, that wasn't the role he filled. While he was perfectly capable of being serious and even downright vicious if the situation called for that, he was more commonly seen and recognised as light-hearted and perhaps even frivolous. He made people smile and laugh, whether it was with his words or his actions, and to an extent he passed himself off as without that much in the way of intelligence, regularly saying peculiar or even downright ridiculous things. Talking about plastic soldiers as if they were sentient, for example. It was to create a balance, in a way, his easy smile and spontaneity against Nenet's unwavering grace and composure.
Sitting back in his seat to consider the board across which the pieces were scattered -- literally on his part, while Nenet's were much more tactically and precisely placed -- he made a low thoughtful noise in the back of his mouth. "Would you know you were being controlled though?" he asked, turning his head and twisting in his seat enough that he could see her where she stood refilling her mug. "Would the deity figure let you know you were being controlled? That is the question." He even went so far as to point in her direction when he applied the emphasis to his word like that, his brows lifted and his mouth a fraction downturned as if this were a very serious subject indeed and not just something that had randomly popped into his head and come tumbling inanely out of his mouth.
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