Drake
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
Posts: 258
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Post by Drake on Feb 1, 2006 0:40:37 GMT
Drake Montgomery entered the lobby with Carolina and Owen, wearing a grin as he talked lightly with the other two werewolves. They had just spent approximately an hour and a half riding their motorcycles around Rayne's territory and that had put the normally happy werewolf in an even better mood than he had been in when they had left.
Drake's eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. "No wonder I'm hungry."
"When are you not hungry?" Carolina asked teasingly, shoving him lightly.
Drake shrugged good-naturedly as Owen said, "I think I'm going to hold off on raiding the kitchen until I've kicked off my shoes." He headed off to his room as Carolina wandered off to the training room for a bit of practice. Finding himself alone, Drake began to slowly make his way across the lobby, heading in the general direction of the kitchen.
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Drake
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
Posts: 258
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Post by Drake on Feb 2, 2006 16:41:47 GMT
Drake glanced towards the lounge curiously, but continued on his way. He always managed to work up an appetite during a good cruise around Rayne's part of LA and he was deterimined to make it to the kitchen and grab a snack. Perhaps he could even manage to find the time- and peace- to read a bit of the day's paper while he ate.
Continued at: The Kitchen
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Casey
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
When you're brought into this world, they say you're born in sin.
Posts: 64
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Post by Casey on Feb 6, 2006 17:11:28 GMT
Continued from: The Lounge.
Stepping out into the lobby, he saw his Alphas and hung back, not wanting to intrude on their affectionate behaviour towards one another, or the apparent excitement the dominant female was exhibiting. It made Casey smile, knowing she was so energetic; that meant the hunt should be increasingly rewarding, and exciting, if nothing else.
He would wait for Spence, and whoever else was supposed to be coming along. Until then, he would just lean against the wall, and be quiet.
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Casey
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Fighter
When you're brought into this world, they say you're born in sin.
Posts: 64
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Post by Casey on Feb 6, 2006 19:25:53 GMT
"To cause pain and suffering to vampires?" Casey inqured needlessly with a cheeky grin, eyes flickering just subtly to their lupine shade before returning to their human colour completely.
"As always," he replied more seriously, but still with his excitement clear in his tone and expression. He hadn't gone along on a hunt in a few weeks; at least a month or two. He'd either been in the wrong place at the wrong time, or simply hadn't felt up to it. If the notion of encountering humans actually affected his decision, then he often said no. This time was different... he hadn't been out in a while, and he was getting overly-restless.
Which probably explained his enthusiasm while playing Time Splitters 2...
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Drake
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
Posts: 258
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Post by Drake on Feb 6, 2006 21:08:45 GMT
Continued from: The Kitchen
Drake entered the lobby and met up with Owen, who had been heading for the kitchen. Noticing the small group gathered, Owen nodded and stated the obvious. "Looks like a hunting party."
"Looks like," Drake agreed. "I think I'm going to go to my room and pass the night there."
"Doesn't sound like much fun."
Drake shrugged. "It's good enough. Besides, I'll probably get on the Net and see if I can find somebody to talk to."
Owen nodded. "Sounds like a better plan than nothing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm hungry." He headed off for the kitchen and Drake bit into one of the cookies he had brought with him. He hadn't really had any real plans for the night, but suddenly what he had told Owen he was going to do sounded good so long as nothing more interesting came up.
Continued at: Drake's Bedroom
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Fox
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Posts: 64
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Post by Fox on Aug 4, 2006 2:29:02 GMT
Continued from: The Kitchen
Fox shuffled his feet on the ground in an attempt to scuff or mark up something. Just for spite. His wolf tentatively rolled its eyes. Yes, the scuff mark would tear the pack in two--lame. Fox set down his plate and sighed before taking a seat on the stairs. Damn his wolf for being moody. And damn it for wanting to a pick fight with anything with two legs and some sort of intelligence.
He wouldn't have minded if the wolf taunted Casey a bit. But Spence was a different story. The older wolf held something over Fox that no one could touch. Respect and self-control. Fox leaned back folding his arms in the back of his head and yawning. And damn his wolf for being so tired on the full moon. Well, during the day at least. During the night, both were bounding with energy. And not so moody either.
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Fox
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Posts: 64
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Post by Fox on Aug 26, 2006 19:04:09 GMT
Fox woke up with a shudder. He fell asleep on the stairs. "Ow...shit." Sitting up, he popped his back. It was karma. This was his payback for picking a fight with Spence. The musician rolled to his feet, picking up his plate and glaring down at it. His food was cold. His back was sore.
Note to self: Never, ever pick a fight with Spence...you might get hit by a semi next time. Fox shook his head a little before starting back to the kitchen to dispose of his cold food. And possibly see if he could get anyone to escape with him to the outside world to pick up some of that cappuccino stuff he had become addicted to over the years.
Continued in: The Kitchen
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Fox
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Posts: 64
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Post by Fox on Dec 16, 2006 22:16:38 GMT
Continued from: The Hallway
The guitarist ran out the hallway, his once dark brown hair taking on the shade of his wolf's as he eyed the empty room. Amelia would be hot on his tail...he knew should would. Move. He had to keep moving.
His wolf loved this feeling. Even though if it was only bound to the hotel. The hotel had a lot of room. He could hide. Or he could run. Run outside. They had a courtyard, right? Hide...for a while. Run...forever.
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Amelia
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
The road ahead is turning.
Posts: 141
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Post by Amelia on Dec 27, 2006 23:13:25 GMT
Continued from The Hallway
As soon as she entered the Lobby, Amelia paused in order to take several large sniffs at the air in order to check if Fox had come this way. She couldn’t contain the grin on her lips or the yellow in her eyes as she glanced around swiftly, taking in all areas of the space in a matter of seconds.
Suddenly her grin widened and she crept forward into the room a little further. “I’ve got you now Foxy!” She whispered as she rounded a blind spot behind the stairs. As she jumped the last few steps, convinced she’d found her prey, she yelled a large ‘Ha!’ and was immediately disappointed to see her guess was wrong. But that didn’t matter. She was still on the hunt. Now, where could that sly Fox be?
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Fox
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Posts: 64
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Post by Fox on Jan 2, 2007 20:15:03 GMT
Well...for one, Fox is not captain obvious. He knows better to let himself get cornered. Even when he doesn't really act like he does. Because...that's just how Fox is. Fox popped his head up from behind a wall barrier, eyes catching a feral red glow for a moment before he bolted towards the door.
The guitarist stood at the doorway for a moment, taunting the huntress. His wolf wanted to belt out a howl; just to make the taunting worse. But this was a game of sealth. Not announcing where you were just for the hell of it. His wolf took it very seriously...oddly enough. He scurried out the doors with a bright grin, out to the heavily shaded courtyard.
Continued in: The Courtyard
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Amelia
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
The road ahead is turning.
Posts: 141
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Post by Amelia on Jan 28, 2007 1:20:11 GMT
“Damn it.” Amelia growled to herself as Fox got out into he courtyard, his extra pause at the door grating at her brutally. “Oh, Foxy. You are going to wish you never agreed to this!” Amelia shouted at Fox’s retreating back. She was a little stung that her guess had been so wrong, but in a few moments that no longer mattered as Amelia took a deep breath, her eyes closed for a few brief seconds before shooting open. Their colour was now completely that of her wolf. There would be no simple tagging going on now. No, now it was full force tackle or nothing at all.
Continued in: The Courtyard with Fox
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Drake
Pack Werewolf
Cole's Pack
I'm looking for my place in the world.
Posts: 258
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Post by Drake on Feb 24, 2007 23:53:35 GMT
Continued from: Drake’s Bedroom
Drake was moving as quickly as he dared; he didn’t want to break into a run but he did want to leave the Four Seasons as far behind him as he possibly could. His final destination was clear in his mind, but first thing was first- he had to get out of the hotel without anyone coming upon him and trying to stop him.
Putting on a bit more speed, he covered the distance to the front doors quickly and made it outside. As soon as he was in the morning air, he took off at a run, moving straight to his Harley Davidson and getting on. With a well kept roar, the motorcycle started up and he sped away from the hotel, not being bothered enough by his decision to consider looking back.
Continued at: Cole’s Territory; Main Streets
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Heather
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
Between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
Posts: 33
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Post by Heather on Dec 17, 2007 13:18:01 GMT
Continued from: Alley’s and Streets: Main Streets
The entrance to the pack’s home had somehow seemed more opposing and even foreboding in a way because of what she knew lay beyond those doors. It could be her salvation but just as equally, it could be terror, fear and in the end running for her life. While she hadn’t been in a pack that seemed anywhere near the size of this one – if the home was any indication – she had been in a mini-pack, group rarely if ever reaching double numbers. Even they had turned potential pack mates away for one reason or another and those situations had never ended well.
Heather took a deep breath and then another. She was as ready as she would ever be and the longer she waited outside the harder it would be to step inside. The pack probably already knew she was there, and so she stepped inside, her shoulders hunched, forcing herself to keep her head up – not in an attempt to appear challenging but not wanting to appear too cowed and submissive.
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Ishara
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
Posts: 19
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Post by Ishara on Dec 19, 2007 20:45:19 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
She kept her feet tucked under her body as she shifted on the couch that pressed against the wall, seat faced towards the large doors that led out to the outside world. Ishara had no desire to step through those doors, at least not on her own and see what waited beyond the strong walls of the Four Seasons. Knowing there was a world there and wanting to be in that world was two very different things. Ishara was content where she was, carefully trimming her nails ever shorter, glancing up every now and then at the different scents from the pack drifted out of the rooms and hallways, reassuring even if they weren’t followed up by the actual wolves themselves.
Mentally she ticked off some of the scents, feeling a general shift within the hotel as though the rapidly approaching deep night had signalled some silent change over and reshuffling of locations. She smiled lightly at the thought, nail scissor clipping as close to the actual finger as she could manage, Ishara wanting there to be no trace of white nail. There was nothing to fear about being so close to the entrance on her own and such a thought didn’t occur to her
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Guinevere
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
There's no business like show business; like no business I know
Posts: 14
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Post by Guinevere on Jan 23, 2008 0:12:11 GMT
Continued from; Guinevere's Bedroom
Gwen had pranced down the hallway, taking long, sweeping steps much like Michael Flatley did on stage, wanting to really channel his energy and awesomeness as she swept along, stopping to give demonstrations of her awesome dancing whenever she passed someone. This costume was probably ranked pretty high up on her list of favourite cosplays ever, right below her pirate costume and her Cruella Deville costume. Then there was her werewolf costume, that always got a few laughs.
As she got closer to the Lobby Gwen caught Ishara's scent, and while she was happy that there was someone who she could entertain with her clearly awesome dancing, she also hoped she wasn't interrupting anything. She stomped down the stairs, glancing around before spotting Ishara and making her way over, grinning brightly.
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