Morgan
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
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Post by Morgan on Apr 16, 2011 14:51:36 GMT
"I'm sorry to say I don't have a trophy for you, dear brother," Morgan teased with a sympathetic sort of smile on her face before she laughed up at him in a thoroughly affectionate manner. As much as she tormented her poor brother there was no one in the world she loved more and she suspected he knew that, just as she knew it worked both ways. She sometimes wondered if they would be as tightly bonded as they were if they hadn't lost their parents. That was a hypothetical best left alone though, she suspected.
"What, you want me to start putting hair dye in your shower head?" she asked him more than a little incredulously, her brows quirking upward in her disbelief. "Well in that case maybe I'll go and talk to Jeremy and Violet." When Tomas let her up from the floor, that was, because with him pinning her day the way he was she didn't have a hope of getting up, at least not until he decided he was ready for her to do so.
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Apr 22, 2011 21:16:16 GMT
“That figures…” He would very honestly be worried if Morgan ever stopped teasing him as thoroughly as she did because it would be a sure indicator that something was very seriously wrong. A day or so could go by without it being too bad and he wouldn’t worry, but much longer than that and he would know that there was something going on that needed to be dealt with and, if it was something he could deal with, he would do it as quickly and efficiently as possible. He couldn’t imagine the two of them not being as close as they were, especially considering the fact that his sister was such a big part of his life.
“Don’t you dare even think about it.” He glared at her. “No dyeing my hair, no shaving my head, no messing with my stuff… You know what, if you’re going to pull pranks on someone, make it one anyone but me.” Now he wasn’t going to let her up until he was certain she wouldn’t go off and get crazy ideas from the pack pranksters.
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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 May 30, 2011 17:09:12 GMT
"Anyone but you? That's not selfish at all, big brother," she teased with a chiding lilt to her voice, a cluck of her tongue against the roof of her mouth and a shake of her head. "I'll just have to let the other fighters know you said that, I'm sure they'll appreciate it." Of course she planned to do no such thing but Tomas was proud of being a fighter, he was also one of the younger members of the defending team. Maybe, if she was lucky, it would spook him enough for her to wriggle out from underneath him.
The only other thing she could think of to get out from underneath her brother was to transform but in the grand scheme of things it seemed unnecessary, it was going a little too far to achieve something that was ultimately inevitable. Tomas would let her up from the floor eventually, it would just most likely be a time of his choosing rather than when Morgan decided she wanted to get up.
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Tomas
Pack Werewolf
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Post by Tomas on Jun 3, 2011 18:47:10 GMT
“Oh, I see how it is.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “You’re just trying to play dirty, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.” He wasn’t too serious about it, since they could both play dirty to win in one of their little spats if it came right down to it. He wasn’t entirely sure about whether or not she was actually bluffing- as well as he knew his sister, sometimes it was a little hard to tell- but he wasn’t going to let her spook him. He wasn’t going to let her get to him. That would make things far too easy on her and he certainly couldn’t let something like that happen! It just wouldn’t be right.
After a couple of more moments, he finally shifted to the side and got up, taking a step back so Morgan could get up. “I guess I should be nice and let you off easy. Just don’t get used to it. I can’t have something like that happening. Can’t spoil you that much, now can we?”
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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 Jul 28, 2011 23:48:03 GMT
Playing dirty when having fun with her brother was just second nature and really he shouldn't have been surprised in the least. If Tomas was going to freely give her ammunition the way he just had then what did he expect? She looked up at her with a smile on her face, easy and quietly triumphant as though she believed she had already won this little game of theirs when really there was no victor yet. When they teased and tormented like this they weren't really in it for the victory either way. It was just a game and that was the point, that was the fun of it.
Morgan wasted no time in sitting up when Tomas eased off on his hold of her and she came up smoothly and easily, shaking her head back off her shoulders as she turned to look at her brother. "You can spoil me as much as you like," she said to him with a smile that was so very much like the one she had sported freely as a little girl. There was laughter in her voice and it was plain to see -- and hear -- that she had bounced back from the brief but heavy melancholy that had overcome her without warning only a short time ago.
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Aug 4, 2011 17:03:29 GMT
Tomas supposed that it was only fair that she get to play dirty if he did, but he wouldn’t ever actually say that. Instead, he’d say that playing dirty was only okay when he did it and she wasn’t allowed to do it at all. He could imagine his sister’s reaction to such a statement, but it was his sacred duty as a big brother to pick on her mercilessly if given the chance and it was a duty he took to heart. After all, why shouldn’t he when she was so quick to mess with him? If she got to mess with him, the he certainly got to mess with her and, though Morgan probably would have argued with that, he knew how to dig in his heels and argue right back.
The fighter couldn’t help but smile back, glad to see his sister had bounced back, her new good mood infectious, though that really was how it always seemed to be. “I’m sure you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Of course, it wasn’t like he didn’t spoil her, because he did what he could in order to do exactly that. It was another part of being a big brother, after all, and what kind of brother would he have been if he didn’t take that one as seriously as the rest?
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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 Aug 7, 2011 21:51:45 GMT
In the time when Morgan had been born, in human society girls hadn't been allowed to play as she and Tomas just had. Period. Thankfully she hadn't been born into that kind of oppressive social situation, she had been allowed to do as she pleased, there had been certain boundaries of course but wolves did not have the same restrictions and gender-specific expectations that humans did. Even now Morgan knew that females were looked down on to some degree, it had taken them much longer to get the same sorts of rights that males had had for centuries, and there were still limits. She considered herself lucky. She and Tomas had always been able to rough-house and play-fight, very much like wild wolves, and she couldn't imagine just how different her life would have been without that freedom. Strange, really. To humans, werewolves would seem brutish and feral, but they were so much more open minded and progressive in their thinking.
Her brow wrinkled a little, as did her nose, and she gave a little snort of laughter. "Of course I would," she said with a grin and a mischievous glint in her eyes before she tossed her hair back. "I'm the baby, remember? It's my place to be spoiled." Her grin sobered a little into a smile but there was still a good degree of amusement and perhaps even triumph there. Morgan was nowhere near the youngest member of the pack, certainly not now that Sophie had joined them, but she was younger than Tomas and always would be. She would always be the youngest Woodburn.
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Aug 8, 2011 3:57:32 GMT
He honestly couldn’t imagine a society in which his sister- or any females for that matter- was seen as less than he was simply because he happened to have been born male. For Tomas, it was impossible to imagine his sister any other way than the way she was and there was certainly no one he would have rather have roughhoused with. Oh, he had been an adult by human standards by the time she had been born, but that didn’t matter when it came down to it for wolves. His sister had always been an equal in his eyes, needing gentler and different treatment when she was younger, yes, but as she had gotten older, there had been play fighting at what had seemed like every turn and he wouldn’t have had it any other way. For humans, males were still often seen as the superior gender, but werewolves knew something humans didn’t seem to: females could run things, do things and bring the hurt as good as any male.
Tomas gave a little laugh of amusement but, really, he couldn’t argue. Instead, he ruffled Morgan’s hair playfully. “Even if I couldn’t remember that on my own, I don’t doubt that you’d make it your mission to remind me so I wouldn’t forget.” Morgan wasn’t the baby of the pack, but she was his baby sister, and that was what counted. They were all family and he’d die for absolutely any of them, but Morgan would always mean the most to him, and would always be the one he’d do his damnedest to live for.
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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 Aug 9, 2011 20:59:15 GMT
Morgan pitied humans so much of the time, their society seemed rife with prejudices and restrictions and she honestly couldn't imagine having been born into something like that. It would be so stressful and oppressive, everyone was always judging those around them for one reason or another, race or gender or origin, wealth and power and popularity. With wolves there were no such judgements, not in a pack like the one into which she had been born and for that she was deeply thankful. Cole and Dia's pack was open and loving, everyone was comfortable and accepted and there was no bullying or social ladder to climb. With some packs hierarchy was competition-based and there was frequent violence and challenge but not their pack. Morgan had always liked that.
Morgan put on a show of being disgruntled when her older brother ruffled her hair like that, playfully swatting at his hand and arm even when they were well out of her reach. "Well, obviously," she remarked as though Tomas was silly for ever thinking otherwise. Of course she would remind him that she was there to be spoiled, and by him most of all. What were big brothers for? Never mind the fact that big brothers were much better suited to protecting their younger siblings, hugging them and cheering them up when they were sad and proving a world of entertainment through pranks and play-fighting. In Morgan's eyes, big brothers had a number of uses, and hers was particularly good at all of them.
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Aug 10, 2011 17:15:41 GMT
From what Tomas had been able to gather about humans over the centuries, they put far too much stock in petty things. What did it really matter what gender, race or social stature someone happened to be? There was a hierarchy in packs, yes, but it was the natural way of things. Humans were always judging each other, making each other’s lives miserable, flaunting what they had and making those who had less feel like they weren’t as good. Too many didn’t believe in embracing others, helping or supporting them when it was needed. Human society, Tomas though, could learn a great deal from a pack such as the one he and his sister had been born into. If nothing else, perhaps they could at least learn how to treat each other with dignity and respect, a lesson it seemed as if a great deal of humans desperately needed.
Giving a little laugh, Tomas reached out and ruffled his sister’s hair again, just because of the way she had swatted at him. He did love to pick on her sometimes, but that was something else younger sisters were for. Unless they happened to be new and caught him giving Morgan a playfully hard time, there was no way anyone could make the mistake of thinking that he didn’t adore Morgan. At the end of the day, she was the one he sought out (or got sought out by) and that wasn’t ever going to change. She was his sister and, though he would call her a brat and pester her when the need or mood came, she was the one he counted on most.
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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 Sept 15, 2011 21:12:39 GMT
The benefit of a pack hierarchy was so each wolf could feel protective and comfortable. Cole and Dia were not the leaders because of wealth or their looks or any other vain or petty reason, they were the leaders because they had seen fit to take charge after the old Alphas failed in their duty; the pack was a warm and loving collection of different people from all walks of life, wolves both born and bitten who felt at home under Cole and Dia's protection. They were the leaders because they had earned the right and they took the responsibility seriously and put the health and happiness of the others before their own. Morgan loved them for it and she couldn't imagine life any other way. They had been the Alphas for as long as she had been alive, from day one she had seen them as the leaders and that would never change in her eyes.
This time Tomas was rewarded with a growl, playful though it was in reality; to anyone who didn't know her it might have seemed a sincere display of aggression, but her brother knew better. The smile that followed her growl ruined any façade of irritation she was striving to achieve. "What do you think they'll name the baby?" she asked, quite out of the blue, but in reality it had been on her mind for days now. She couldn't help but be curious, and she knew several members of the pack were going out of their way to make preparations for the new addition to the pack. It would be some time yet before the little boy or girl joined them, but there was no denying that they were all excited.
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Sept 28, 2011 23:38:55 GMT
There was nothing no one would ever be able to say that would ever convince Tomas that he and his sister weren’t extremely lucky to have been born into the pack that had been their family for their whole lives. He couldn’t imagine things being different and, really, he saw no reason to. Why try imagining something like that when they were part of a pack run and filled with individuals that he very gladly helped fight for? Especially since he knew so perfectly well that his sister was always safe with them, always protected, even when he wasn’t there.
At the growl, Tomas gave a soft snort, knowing exactly what it was in reality despite how real and full of aggression it might have seemed to anyone not in the know. Morgan’s change of subject caught him off guard, but he caught up quickly and gave a shrug. Admittedly, baby names weren’t exactly his thing and he couldn’t begin to hazard a guess at what their alphas might be potentially naming their baby. “As long as they don’t name the baby after food, Superman or something else equally strange, I think whatever they choose will be good. As for what… Well, you know me. I haven’t really thought about it.”
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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 Sept 30, 2011 23:25:07 GMT
It was only when she was with Tomas that Morgan would chop and change subjects like that, because really, the only one who was going to be able to keep up with her if and when she did that was her brother. There were probably others, to give the pack their due credit, but she and Tomas shared blood and it gave them a connection, it helped them to understand one another in a way those without siblings couldn't really understand.
Morgan laughed and regarded her brother with her brows knitted in affectionate amusement. "Why on earth would anyone name their baby after a food?" With a shake of her head that sent her red hair lazy tumbling over her shoulders, she went on, "I can't wait to find out. Some people are making things, you know, blankets and booties, stuff like that. I thought about trying to make something too." Her lean shoulders shrugged and she looked down at a thread she started to pluck from the mass that made up the carpet beneath them. "I'm not sure what though."
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Oct 4, 2011 17:45:21 GMT
He had no doubt that there were others who would be able to keep up with rapid, random changes of subjects and seem as if it was completely natural, but it was something he personally tried his best to avoid doing unless it was with Morgan. If she could do it, then he could as well, which, he thought, was only fair, though, really, he tried not to do it too often. He left that up to his sister, mostly so he wouldn’t get too accustomed to doing it and find himself randomly changing subjects at some point with someone who wasn’t her.
“You never know. Someone could be at a complete loss as to what to name the baby and then someone suddenly says something about wanting pizza. The next thing you know, they’re going ‘Oh, lets name the baby Pepperoni!’” Okay, it wasn’t exactly a great example but really, who knew? It could happen. Not with Cole and Dia, of course, and he wasn’t saying it applied to them, but in general, one never knew where the inspiration for a baby’s name might come from.
He considered what she could make for the baby for a few moments. “What about a baby book? Something you can personalize once the baby is born and we know what the name is? Then it can be filled with pictures and whatever else Cole and Dia put in it. Then, when the baby grows up, they can look through it themselves and know that you made it. You can even get it started with photos leading up to the birth, then let them take over after.”
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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 Oct 9, 2011 20:44:47 GMT
Morgan couldn't help but laugh again. "Pepperoni? Oh god, no." With a shake of her head she rocked back and then forth, balancing her weight on her hips gracefully and easily. "Anyone who lets their partner suggest the name pepperoni really shouldn't be a parent. Ever." As a general rule, food as names was a terrible idea. Why anyone would want to do such a thing just baffled Morgan, though she knew her name was strange to some people. It was a boy's name, in the minds of many, usually humans or wolves who had once been human. Still, it was much better than something edible. When it came to Cole and Dia, she fully suspected the name would come from someone either or both of them had loved. Perhaps the boy or girl would be named after a parent, or even a grandparent. They would just have to wait and see, she knew, but she couldn't help her curiosity.
"A baby book?" Her voice was quiet but there was a certain soft intrigue there, and she took her bottom lip between her teeth as she thought it over, her blue eyes drifting off to the side. Beneath her bed were boxes of pictures she had taken of the pack, scrapbooks and albums she had patched together with polaroid shots and even some sketches generously supplied by Toby. Her smile grew wider and then she nodded her head, turning her gaze back to her brother. "You know what?" she said to him, her eyes alight with enthusiasm already, just at the prospect. "That's a great idea." Reaching out she laid a hand on her brother's knee. "A really great idea." Already she was thinking of how she could put the book together, and how she would get started. First things first, she would need a book. Something she could decorate, and a large one; there were going to be a lot of pictures and there would need to be space for new entries and additions as time went on.
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