Fox
Pack Werewolf
Deceased
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Post by Fox on May 6, 2007 3:45:07 GMT
Continued from: Fox's Bedroom
Dark brown curly hair poked through the door, falling on the previous night before's playmate and giving a smile. He did like their little game of hide-and-seek. It was a nice way of spending the full moon instead of playing video games with Casey. Or getting on Spence's nerves just for the hell of it. All in good humor he supposed. But right now he had more pressing matters to attend to.
The brown eyed wolf came to lean against the wall, tucking his hands in his pockets. "Everything alright, Ams?" He canted his head to the side with a curious glow in his eyes. A brief smile gracing the older wolf's face. He twirled the jewel between his fingers in his pocket. Happily prepared to give the other wolf her new and improved necklace back.
Dark brown curly hair poked through the door, falling on the previous night before's playmate and giving a smile. He did like their little game of hide-and-seek. It was a nice way of spending the full moon instead of playing video games with Casey. Or getting on Spence's nerves just for the hell of it. All in good humor he supposed. But right now he had more pressing matters to attend to.
The brown eyed wolf came to lean against the wall, tucking his hands in his pockets. "Everything alright, Ams?" He canted his head to the side with a curious glow in his eyes. A brief smile gracing the older wolf's face. He twirled the jewel between his fingers in his pocket. Happily prepared to give the other wolf her new and improved necklace back.
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Amelia
Pack Werewolf
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The road ahead is turning.
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Post by Amelia on May 7, 2007 23:04:33 GMT
Amelia was simply enjoying the sun as it his her face and illuminated a few of the bushes surrounding her. She barely took time to do such a thing like sit around doing nothing anymore. Usually a billion other things she could and should be doing. Sitting in the warm sun, she thought that it would probably be a good thing to do at least once a month. Recharge metaphorical batteries and all that kind of junk. She wasn’t really the type to believe in that kind of nonsense, but it was just kind of nice to do nothing, even though she was surrounded by weeds.
The female werewolf knew of Fox’s arrival before he even emerged out into the courtyard. Such was the joys of getting to know pack mates by smell alone. Giving a cheerful wave, Amelia was pleased to see her good friend. “I thought you were going to bed.” She pointed out as he drew closer. “Think better of being a Lazy bones so early in the day?”
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Fox
Pack Werewolf
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Post by Fox on May 19, 2007 20:17:10 GMT
His smile grew even more as he glanced around the courtyard for a moment. There was no need for anyone to see him being...sappy. Fox had always loathed giving pack mates fuel to taunt him. It showed a weakness that he hid from everyone. He took notice of the female wolf for a moment, how the sunlight seemed to love her for the time being before he shook out his curly long locks.
He gave an 'awkward' little wave back as he kneels down beside her. "Couldn't sleep much...my kitties were thinking me of some sort of stratching post." He chuckled lightly, eyes waning a low crimson for a moment. His wolf closing to the the surface of his mental boundaries as always when he was around the she-wolf. "I could do for some laziness after you ran be ragged last night, Amelia." He smirked, glancing over to her before worrying his bottom lip for a moment.
"I have a surprise for you...close your eyes."
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Amelia
Pack Werewolf
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The road ahead is turning.
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Post by Amelia on May 20, 2007 6:18:27 GMT
Amelia had laughed at the comments about those evil little cats Fox insisted on keeping. “Well, that’s the risk you take when you have to furry rats hanging around you all time.” She finished with a grin. “I could take care of that little problem, you know.” With her dislike for the creatures in question, it was mot likely to be a suggestion of something awful, but she knew Fox would probably see the intended funny side.
She looked at Fox with a vague hint of suspicion before she actually went ahead and closed her eyes, although it was with some hesitation. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust her good friend, it was just he had a penchant for jokes and she didn’t want to be the target of one “It’s nothing horrible like one of your little fluff balls, is it?” She asked, barely restraining herself from opening her eyes.
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Fox
Pack Werewolf
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Post by Fox on Jun 2, 2007 19:40:55 GMT
Fox didn't see them as evil. He loved his kittens and only needed two more to have all of the seven dwarfs. He slightly wondered if they would let him have seven, even if he ran the risk of being called a spinster. He knew quite well Amelia's dislike for the creatures...it's why he kept them in his room at all times.
Those brown eyes lit up with the feral hint of red that belonged to his wolf, a large grin dancing across his face as he dug his hand into his pocket. He leaned over, tightening the hook at the back of the necklace around her neck. "I'd never do somethin' like that, Ams. You know me...I wouldn't want to lose my favorite kitty to my equally favorite pack mate." He winked before pulling back.
"Open your eyes now."
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Amelia
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The road ahead is turning.
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Post by Amelia on Jun 5, 2007 2:57:27 GMT
Amelia chuckled a little nervously, her eyes remaining closed. She wasn’t exactly a fan of being in such a vulnerable, blind state but she trusted Fox and knew he wouldn’t do anything too horrible. As she felt him lean over, Amelia stiffened a little, not exactly sure what to expect from the situation and not entirely comfortable with that unknown element. “Well, I’m glad I at least rank right up there with your horrible little buddies.”
At the mention that she could open her eyes, Amelia did so immediately and glanced down at her necklace, raising a hand to it as she did so. There was a moment of stunned silence before she grinned widely at Fox. “Where did you find that jewel? I’ve been looking everywhere for it!” It was probably silly to be so excited about such a trivial thing, but the necklace had been with her for decades and its sentimental value had sky-rocketed. Now, if it were at all possible, it had been made all the more special. The female werewolf couldn’t stop grinning, her gaze flicking between the necklace and Fox as though she couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. “Fox,” She paused, trying to think of something to say but coming up empty. “I don’t know what to say. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
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Fox
Pack Werewolf
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Post by Fox on Jun 24, 2007 5:18:51 GMT
Fox smiled, giving a little shrug. "I went scouring the hotel for my shirt after our game the other night." He just figured that since she had such trouble keeping it on the necklace he had to fix it. If only because Amelia was his friend...he'd do anything for anyone he considered a friend of his. Even die. But let's hope it never comes to a matter a life or death. Fox had dealt with enough of that growing up.
"I'm sure it isn't the nicest thing. There's probably more you're not thinking of right at the moment." He didn't want it to be the nicest thing. Because hello...they were old wolves. People had to have treated her better then just kind gestures like this. Fox knew that had to be the case. Right? Even if thinking of it as the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her made his wolf bounce in the back of his mind. He'd done something right...for once.
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Amelia
Pack Werewolf
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The road ahead is turning.
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Post by Amelia on Jul 3, 2007 0:21:24 GMT
Amelia was driven to distraction by the necklace and almost didn’t hear her friend’s answer to her question. For a little while, she couldn’t even bring herself to take her hand off the small trinket. When the werewolf finally wrenched her eyes from the new necklace she settled her dark gaze on Fox. “You really didn’t have to, Fox.” She said slowly, her words filtered through a happy grin. “But really, I am so glad you did.” The younger werewolf then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Fox in a tight hug. It wasn’t every day that random acts of kindness happened. Sure, everyone was pleasant enough and if someone was pouring a coffee for themselves, they’d usually offer to others. But things like this? It didn’t happen to Amelia in any case.
“I don’t know about that.” Amelia admitted and she was absolutely telling the truth. The only person she could ever remember that would do anything like this was Henry and he was long dead. Not to mention the fact that for a lot of her life, Amelia had been very much alone. “Well, that’s not important though, is it?” She said hurriedly, not quite wanting to think about the truth in her own statements. She gave a slight chuckle. “I guess I’ll have to lay off your furry little monsters for a while now, won’t I?”
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Fox
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Post by Fox on Jul 14, 2007 18:39:01 GMT
Fox scowled for a moment; he didn't want to think that this was the nicest thing that's ever happened to the younger wolf. He'd just have to prove Amelia wrong than. It shouldn't be all to hard for the older wolf, after all. Amelia just proved that the simple things were the best in her eyes. He hugged her back, giving the she-wolf a gentle squeeze before leaning back and crossing his arms. "It was my pleasure..." He smiled briefly, letting those dark curls of his get in his face.
Amelia wasn't alone anymore though. Rayne's pack would still remain there as much as they could. Fox would remain there as much as he could. The older wolf smiled, albeit mischeviously for a moment. He was happy to give Amelia some sort of happiness. It meant he was doing something right within the pack without being a total idiot. "It'd be appreciated if you did...but than again, I'll have to tell them to lay off you. I think they're plotting, which usually turns out bad for my feet as well as a number of others."
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Amelia
Pack Werewolf
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The road ahead is turning.
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Post by Amelia on Aug 2, 2007 12:03:12 GMT
Amelia laughed at Fox's words about his cats before tilting her head to the side in a moment of thoughtfulness, albeit a crude mockery. "You be sure and let them know I give as good as I get." She pointed her finger briefly at the other werewolf, although there was nothing malicious in the way she did it. More a playful mockery. "And if their plans interrupt mine." She shrugged, that small ghost of a grin still playing lightly at the corner of her mouth. "Well," Although slight pause in order to shrug punctuated her words" I think the old cliché is 'I can't be held responsible for what I do to them'" She nodded once, the deft movement signalling her complete belief in her own words.
"Honestly. I don't know how you put up with all those little things running about. It's a wonder you've even got any socks left."
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Ishara
Pack Werewolf
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The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
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Post by Ishara on Sept 5, 2007 20:02:49 GMT
Continued from: Ishara’s Bedroom
The sudden shift from indoor lightening to the bright sunlight of the courtyard took Ishara a few seconds to get used to, blinking rapidly as she stood by the door that led out into the garden area of the hotel. Ishara always liked to spend an hour or two pottering around her patch of the courtyard, fiddling and rearranging to her hearts content.
She wasn’t the only one in the courtyard, smelling Amelia before she saw her. The other pack member swam into focus as her eyes quickly adjusted to the change in light sources, Ishara moving towards her own patch, offering Amelia a smile and friendly; “Morning.”
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Ishara
Pack Werewolf
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The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
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Post by Ishara on Sept 19, 2007 13:29:43 GMT
The green and copper bracelet slid down her arm, banging lightly against the back of her palm as she dug about in the dark soil, pulling out a handful of green leaves and stems, yet another weed. Carefully, Ishara lifted her arm in the air, letting gravity do her work for her and send the old fashioned bracelet back near her elbow. She didn’t want to actually touch it with her hands in case some of the dirt and soil transferred onto it and got stuck in one of the many nooks and small twists in the design.
Ishara knew that only moments after she dipped her hand back into the ground in order to ferret out more of the weeds that were choking the life out of her precious plants, the bracelet would slide back down and irate at her wrist again. She supposed she could just take it off and leave it carefully balanced on top of the small pile of her belongings on the path but that would mean touching it and that wasn’t going to happen.
A few snatches of song drifted out of her as she worked, a soft and happy tune reflecting her mood.
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Ishara
Pack Werewolf
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The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe
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Post by Ishara on Dec 5, 2007 0:43:03 GMT
The weeds always came back – they were fast growing plants after all, it was one of the reasons why they were considered weeds – but for the moment at least, she had managed to protect her plants, allowing them to grow in peace without having to fight with other plants right next to them for nutrients in the soil and sunshine. The small pile of dead plants remained on the path next to her, Ishara wanting to let them wilt a little to make sure they were actually dead before she used them as compose to help.
She rocked back onto her heels, staring down at the patch with satisfaction, almost not caring about the soil on her hands and under what little of her nails remained. That was far far better, Ishara decided, happy with her work and thinking it time well spent. Now all she needed to do was clean her hands, the female carefully scoping up the rest of her belongings without actually touching them and heading back inside the hotel.
Continued in: Hallways
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Gabriel
Beta Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Tell me what you feel, now you're here.
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Post by Gabriel on Dec 17, 2007 23:37:29 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
Only knowing the names of a select few plants, Gabriel was in no way a gardener or horticulturalist, or anything in between. Still, that didn’t keep him from being able to appreciate the quiet beauty of flowers and flora in general, and that was in fact his reason for being in the courtyard at that moment, breathing in and catching all manner of delicate scents. For a fighter, and an old one at that, perhaps this was a peculiar, even unexpected way to spend his time between training and socialising with his closest friends, but there was something almost relaxing about the courtyard and everything growing within it.
The Argentinean-born male allowed his blue eyes to roam over the various colours and formations, admiring the skill and handiwork of the pack mate who had poured time and effort into the garden. It took experience, expertise even, to turn what had originally been a patch of plain land into something so colourful and alive and nourished, and Gabriel smiled gently in appreciation.
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Samson
Pack Werewolf
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Yeah I've got the best intentions, for a little bit of anarchy but not the hurting kind
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Post by Samson on Dec 18, 2007 15:42:41 GMT
Someone had made the fatal mistake of leaving The Princess Bride DVD out in the lounge the other day and Samson, being Samson, had been unable to resist the lure of the brightly coloured case and the amusing sounding description on the back. He’d enjoyed the movie as well, seeing it for the first time despite his age. Watching it only once seemed awfully tame however, Samson opting instead to play it on a loop for nearly ten hours before he was chased out of the room. That had promptly been followed up by a search for the music, research into everything else everyone had been in, trying to track down the book itself and practising his different accents so he could speak along with it.
When he got obsessed, he got obsessed and even though it would pass just as quickly as it came, for the moment at least he was Inigo Montoya, complete with plastic sword – all he needed was a wig now. Or roping in the other wolf he spied in the courtyard, since Gabriel had a fine set of hair. Just perfect for the role in fact, as soon as he could be convinced of the wisdom and if not Ingio, there were plenty of other long haired characters. Samson moved out fully into the courtyard, shuffling from side to side as he walked in imitation of the duel from the movie. “Gabriel! I do not suppose you have six fingers on your hand do you?”
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