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 Jan 28, 2012 16:44:33 GMT
Fighters definitely had to take the time to enjoy themselves, Morgan believed, and in most cases she knew they made the effort. Except Kyle, perhaps, because she didn't think he was capable of something as loose and carefree as fun. The idea of the tall, blonde male even so much as cracking a smile made her feel a little out of sorts. It would just be so out of character. The others, though, they all seemed to find ways to relax and cut loose, and she was glad for that. Tomas didn't have any trouble embracing his inner child, if only because she made sure he didn't. What were little sisters for?
"I don't know," she returned, scoffing quietly. "You're so paranoid, big brother. What's gotten into you?" Clucking her tongue in mock disappointment, she shook her head and propped her chin against the heel of one hand, sighing through her nose. "I don't know what we're going to do with you." It was almost impossible to say that without breaking out into a smile. Almost.
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Tomas
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Post by Tomas on Feb 14, 2012 0:04:28 GMT
Even if he hadn’t wanted to take time to enjoy himself and let his inner child out, he knew that Morgan would never have let him get away with such a thing, something he was grateful for, even if he wouldn’t have actually admitted that. If he hadn’t taken the opportunity to cut loose every once in a while… Well, he wasn’t sure how things would be, but he very highly doubted they would be enjoyable. Or, at least, he doubted they would be as enjoyable as they were, because he doubted that being serious all the time would have done him any good. Kyle managed it well, but that was Kyle. Tomas himself needed the opportunity to relax and just go crazy every now and again.
“With you as my sister, I have to be paranoid. Otherwise, who knows what could happen?” He knew that Morgan wouldn’t do anything too terrible, but a guy had to be on his toes lest he give his little sister the perfect opportunity to do something that he might end up regretting. “That’s what I’m really afraid of. Well, sort of. It’s more of what you’re going to do to me rather than with me.”
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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 Mar 1, 2012 20:03:48 GMT
Tomas could get away with anything when it came to Morgan, and that had been the case for many years, most of their lives in fact. Ever since she was a small child, she had thought the world of her big brother, this remarkable and strong wolf who was already fully grown, physically, by the time she came into the world. She had followed him around, awed by him, quick to laugh when he tickled and teased her, loving nothing more than when he would sit and play with her, despite the fact that he was well past childhood himself. In Morgan's eyes, Tomas had always been the perfect brother, always there for her, he had never failed her and never would. He was all the blood family she had left, and she still thought the world of him. He could get away with anything, and could do no wrong as far as she was concerned. That would never change.
Dropping her bottom jaw a little in a look of mock dismay, Morgan followed through with a disbelieving shake of her head and a sigh to top it off. "You make me sound so irrational," she said, lightly dropping her hands and laying them, loosely knitted together, in front of her on the carpeted floor. "What's a big bad fighter got to be afraid of from a little girl like me?" Never mind that Morgan was one of the tallest females in the pack, or that she had long since grown past the stage where anyone could call her a little girl.
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Tomas
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Cole's Pack: Fighter
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Post by Tomas on Apr 16, 2012 20:21:58 GMT
Though he did complain about some of the things Morgan did (he was very rarely actually serious in his complaints, but what kind of brother would he have been if he hadn’t complained on occasions?), but, really, she could get away with anything. Even though he had been an adult by human standards when Morgan was born, he had devoted every bit of spare time to his little sister. Even when she had gotten to the stage where she had just wanted to play with his hair, he had sat there and let her, despite the fact that every one of those little sessions had ended with knots in his hair that had needed to be combed at, oftentimes painfully. All the same, he had never once denied her that little enjoyment, just as he had always gladly played whatever game she had wanted to play. He would never call himself the perfect brother, but he had always tried to get as close to it as he could. Morgan deserved nothing less.
“What a big bad fighter like me has to be afraid of from a little girl like you is the fact that you know how to play dirty and won’t hesitate to do exactly that.” Of course, he could play dirty if it came right down to it, but he wasn’t going to just say such a thing.
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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 8, 2012 21:58:20 GMT
Many an hour in her childhood had been spent trailing behind her big -- and he had been big, so big, like a giant when she was only a toddler, she remembered -- brother around. She remembered vaguely how he had frequently acted surprised to find her there when he'd turned and looked down at her, and how that had always made her giggle, how Tomas had gone on to scoop her up in his strong arms and carry her around. Her hero. That had never changed, that hero worship she had for her beloved brother, but she wasn't nearly so ignorant as she had once been. Morgan knew very well now what it was her brother did, just how brave and strong he was, that he went out night after night and literally put his life on the line to protect others. That hero worship was more justified now than it had been when she had been a little girl, she had come to believe, now that she understood the sorts of risks Tomas took so regularly.
"I do not play dirty," she gasped, managing to sound both insulted and childlike at the same time, like a little girl truly indignant in the face of such an accusation. "How dare you." Even as she went on to say such a thing, she could feel the smile creeping onto her face, and how she was losing the battle to keep it from the surface. Wolves knew how to play, and this was just one of their games, this back and forth. Honestly, Morgan loved it, she wouldn't miss this for anything, this brother-sister exchange.
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Tomas
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack: Fighter
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Post by Tomas on Jun 11, 2012 18:35:06 GMT
There were, he supposed, some who might have become a little frustrated at having their younger sibling trail after them in such a way, especially when they were so very much younger, but not only were wolves far more understanding and amenable to such things, he had always found it rather amusing. There had never been anything he wouldn’t do for his little sister and that hadn’t changed as she had grown up. He had been a little overprotective when she was younger, that was true enough, but though he had tried to ease up on that at least a bit, she would always be his baby sister. He protected the pack with everything he had- would kill and die to protect any of them without needing to stop for even a second to think about it- but there was nothing, absolutely <i>nothing</i> that would set him off faster or more violently than a threat made against his sister.
Honestly, all Tomas could do was laugh at that, especially when the smile started to creep onto her face, shattering the illusion of indignity she had been putting on. He honestly didn’t know what he would do if he and Morgan ever came to a point where they no longer had such exchanges and he very sincerely hoped that he never had to find out.
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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 Aug 2, 2012 18:50:09 GMT
Morgan knew she hadn't been the first to behave in such a fashion within the pack, but she thought she might be the only one who had followed their flesh and blood sibling around. She had heard stories of other wolves born into the pack trailing after another much older than themselves. Irina, for example, had been known to shadow Keegan all over their home at the time. The thought of such a fierce and feral she-wolf behaving in such a curious and innocent fashion brought a smile to Morgan's face. Wolves were curious creatures, and for those born into their lycanthropy it was a trait so very difficult to ignore, especially at such a young, impressionable age. Morgan hadn't been able to help herself, much as she suspected Irina hadn't when she was a child.
"Besides," she went on, flicking her hair out of her face a little, "even if I do play dirty, girls can get away with it." Never mind that Morgan wasn't technically a girl and hadn't been for many years. "That's our right." She nodded, almost sagely, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the amused and somewhat mischievous smile on her face. "Just like we're always right, and we can throw tantrums whenever we want and not have to explain ourselves." Another nod and her smile grew even wider.
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