Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Mar 22, 2011 22:52:19 GMT
He sighed and shook his head, unimpressed by the Omega’s feeble attempts at apologies; by the way he stumbled over the words and trembled, so close to breaking. Really, the only thing that saved this was the fear, that glorious, all encompassing fear. Erik could almost taste it on the air around them, something tangible, vivid, a tangy spike that invaded his senses with every intake of breath. Micah was rather distracting in the best possible way when he was this weak, when he whimpered and shook on cue. A glorious boon to the ego, thinking that he and Faye were able to create such a reaction.
It was a little less fun when it was this easy. Micah was already broken, already raw and aching, and all the pair of them were doing was pushing down on a wound, sticking fingers into something already cut open. Blade played over his skin, frown growing on his face at those thoughts. It was all Micah’s fault. He wasn’t putting up more of a fight when he should, wasn’t giving them the entertainment they deserved, empty eyes watching the Omega shake. “What do you think Faye?” Erik asked, gaze never once leaving their prey. “Perhaps if we gave him this blade, he could show us he was sorry with his blood?”
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Faye
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Lucian's Pack
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Post by Faye on Mar 23, 2011 0:26:04 GMT
As much as Faye enjoyed the fear, enjoyed knowing that she and Erik were the causes of it, it really did seem pathetically easy to get Micah to the point of breaking down, of drawing forth tears. It was fun, yes, but every now and then, a bit of a challenge could be entertaining. She knew they wouldn’t be getting it from the Omega, he was already too broken and too far gone for that, the fact making her want to find someone who might put up a little more of a fight, might make the whole process more of a challenge so the begging, tears and fear were more filling, more satisfactory.
A small, cold smile formed as she released Micah from her grip, ready to go after him if the terrified, tearful Omega got enough gall to actually try escaping. “You know, Erik, I think you have a point. Are you that sorry, Micah?” She was curious as to how the male would react to the idea and she watched his face closely, not wanting to miss a bit of his reaction to what they were talking about.
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
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Post by Micah on Mar 23, 2011 1:03:59 GMT
Fear-flooded blue eyes switched from one wolf to another, from Erik to Faye and back again, the Omega almost skittish as he stood there anchored to the spot by his confusion and the sense of complete and utter loss as to what he should or could do in his current situation. There were many things Micah didn't understand but what Erik and Faye were suggesting now was not one of those things. Micah understood perfectly what they were presenting to him as an option and despite the telling scars on his arms and the pack-wide knowledge that they were self inflicted he was in no way eager or willing to do what they were asking him to do.
Despite being aware that he had what many would describe as a sickness, something wrong with him inside that had been present before the wolf that was now a side of him had come into his life, Micah never knew when it was coming to the surface, when it was playing a part in his thoughts and actions. He was in no way capable of understanding that for himself and as far as the Omega was concerned he was scared one moment and irate the next. The knife he understood but the shift in his own mood he did not.
Had he been in wolf form his hackles would have risen in full and his lips would have peeled back to reveal his teeth in an unmistakeable display of aggression and displeasure. In human form his eyes shifted from blue to green, the quaking stopped, tight tension gripped his shoulders and a low rumble of a growl rolled in the bottom of his throat.
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Faye
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Lucian's Pack
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Post by Faye on Mar 30, 2011 20:42:13 GMT
At the sound of Micah’s growl, the wolf rushed to Faye’s eyes and she gave a sharp warning growl. She had been amused until now, enjoying watching the Omega stumble through apologies and attempting to find some way out of the situation. Having him growl, though, watching as he seemed to decide to try standing up for himself. Surely he hadn’t forgotten his place. Micah knew that he was nothing, so what the hell was he thinking issuing such a challenge? She didn’t care about what she and Erik were suggesting, or the fact that most would think that it was sick and twisted, disturbing and horrifying.
It didn’t matter what most would think. It mattered what she and Erik thought.
“You better catch yourself before you do that again,” Faye said, voice low and dangerous, “especially if you know what’s good for you.”
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
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Post by Micah on Apr 9, 2011 23:31:00 GMT
If it was possible Micah's eyes burned even brighter, becoming an even more intense shade of feral green and he growled back at her without hesitation or fear. The Micah of only moments ago was gone, that scared and trembling individual had tumbled back into oblivion and was lost beneath the cresting waves of aggression and intolerance as he stared at his enemy. That was what she was. Enemy. In that moment she was a threat, nothing more, she was his enemy and not to be underestimated, she wasn't to be given an opportunity to attack. She wasn't his dominant or someone to fear then, she was someone to defend himself again, plain and simple.
His shoulders were tight with tension and some of his height had been lost for the slight hunch in his frame, a wolf in the skin of a man. He moved towards her, a challenging step that was flooded with intention and predatory boldness. Micah had switched completely, something in his mind had clicked from one setting to another and there was no easy way to reverse it, he had no control over it himself, it simply happened and he rode the current without fighting it, not even knowing how. Micah wasn't even aware anything had changed. He was so far beyond awareness.
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Faye
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Lucian's Pack
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Post by Faye on Sept 28, 2011 23:47:22 GMT
Well, this was an unexpected turn of events, she had to admit, but it was interesting as well, though extremely, extremely stupid. She didn’t care for the aggression he was directing at her, something he had no right to do, as far as she was concerned. She was not the sort of wolf one wanted to cross, especially when they were of no position that commanded her respect. As far as Faye was concerned, Micah was only just slightly above something she might step in and, therefore, had absolutely no right to think that he was good enough to act as he was. He was supposed to be cowering, trying to convince her not to hurt him, not suddenly standing his ground and acting like he was.
Eyes blazing, Faye gave a warning snarl and took a step forward herself, matching his challenge with one of her own while telling him to back the hell down while he still had the chance to make the choice for himself. Faye was ready for a fight if Micah chose to start one, because the last thing she intended to do was back down. It was becoming obvious that Micah needed a refresher course in how to mind his manners, something she was more than happy to provide.
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
Posts: 37
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Post by Micah on Oct 1, 2011 0:14:31 GMT
Challenging a wolf above his own station could get him killed, normally that was a fact Micah was well aware of, he kept it at the front of his mind at all times. Normally he would never even dream of challenging a senior wolf within the pack. This was not normal. Micah himself was not normal in a lot of ways, he was fractured and broken, his mind had cracked and there was no repairing the damage that had been done by time and biology itself. As Omega, Micah was at the bottom of the chain, the lowest of the low, and he had no place growling at those like Faye and Erik. They could kill him where he stood and there were very few who would question it later. A new Omega would fill his place, Lucy Everett most likely, and life would go on.
When she stepped towards him his growl grew louder and picked up in pitch as well, sounding more like an unsettled animal, a spooked predator that could claw and bite at any moment, with the slightest provocation. His feverishly-bright wolf's eyes were fixed on hers, challenging and aggressive, and then, without warning, as though the cord holding him back had snapped, he swung at her, hard and fast.
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Faye
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Lucian's Pack
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Post by Faye on Oct 4, 2011 17:40:06 GMT
If he wasn’t so much fun to torment, Faye very well might have killed him right then and there, using him as an example to the next Omega to make them think twice before they challenged her in such a way. All the same, as fun as tormenting Micah was, she was getting very, very annoyed and she couldn’t be sure how much longer she would be able to keep her instinct to kill under control. Normally, she would have reminding herself that not only would death be too easy for the little nothing wolf, but it would be robbing herself of a wonderful form of entertainment. He was pushing too hard, though, forcing her towards that breaking point that came just before she tortured someone very thoroughly.
Whatever she was expecting, it wasn’t for Micah to swing at her. She managed to see it in just enough time and managed to move just enough to the side that he only clipped her shoulder. That was more than enough, though. She let out a harsh growl and lunged for him, reaching for his throat.
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Erik
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Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Oct 7, 2011 22:22:14 GMT
Erik frowned when Micah began to growl. He was supposed to stay afraid.. pathetic. Then they'd bleed him and watch the fear continue to grow. When he swung at Faye, Erik's eyes pulsed with his wolf's color. His knife was in his hand - his other arm flung out and in an abrupt movement unlike him, he stopped Faye's lunge.
"Straight for the throat, Faye dear, really." With his hand clamped on her shoulder, he bared his teeth at Micah, his knife out and ready. A quick slash to Micah's cheek brought blood to flow, and he breathed the sweet scent of blood. "We need him scared and in his place.... you're letting yourself get too excited."
And that was no fun at all.
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
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Post by Jesse on Oct 8, 2011 2:45:41 GMT
Jesse smelled blood as he entered the courtyard. He'd smelled the three wolves - he'd only been moving to go outside for some fresh air - when he scented Micah, he'd veered off - but to then smell blood - his eyes flashed and his hand moved to his pocket, placing his lighter in his pocket and his knife came out into his hand, flicking open and closed.
He stood at a distance from the trio. Micah had been blooded, that much was obvious, but he was also snarling. He'd obviously been pushed over into his wolf side.. he wouldn't be reacting with any awareness. He had no wish to go in and cause more bloodshed - Micah would need to get himself out of this one, if he'd been wolf to get into it. If it looked like he would receive any other injury, Jesse would step in - but for now, he'd stay to the side, his presence certainly obvious to all involved.
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
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Post by Micah on Oct 9, 2011 20:39:09 GMT
Micah had landed the first blow and it was up to Faye to retaliate, lest he strike her again, and then again and again. The wolf in him had issued the challenge, and it was up to her to respond and defend her standing within the pack, otherwise it was in question. Erik stopped that though, he stepped in and interfered, and in the moment before the other male lashed out, Micah growled at him. It was wrong for an outsider to a conflict to step in and interfere. Wrong. That was when Erik struck, that wickedly-sharp blade slashing across Micah's cheek and for a second shock warred with rage. He staggered back a step, one hand lifting halfway towards his cheek as he gasped, cutting his own growl short. Warm blood trickled down his face.
Control was gone then, the animal in him incensed by the crude and unwelcome attack, and with a snarl that was nothing short of wild, Micah lunged, not for Faye, but for Erik. If the other male wanted to claim this fight as his own then Micah would be only too happy to oblige him. Deep down there was a small voice that screamed at him to stop, this was wrong, all wrong, but Micah was beyond hearing it. As he lunged he was even beyond using his own senses; Jesse's scent hung in the air, but the Omega had not caught it, as overcome as he was by his own predatory side and that cloud that hung heavy across his own mind, cutting him off from any and all reason.
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Faye
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Lucian's Pack
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Post by Faye on Oct 14, 2011 0:01:59 GMT
Faye took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, knowing that Erik had a point. “I wasn’t going to hurt him too badly.” She would have left bruises on the Omega’s throat, but she would have made herself stop before she could do too much more. After all, Micah being dead would give him relief while taking away an extremely amusing target. They couldn’t have that, after all. “Reminding him that I can crush his throat would make him remember his place, I think.” She was still more than ready to retaliate, though, wolfen eyes showing her desire and intention to forcibly remind Micah that she was more than ready, willing and able to knock him back into his place. It would just have to wait until there was no one around to interfere.
The fact Erik took first blood made her a little grumpy with him, but it could be forgiven and it was absolutely forgotten when Micah lunged for him. Faye reacted quickly and instinctively, twisting side ways and lashing out with a kick aimed at Micah’s abdomen. It didn’t matter that he was lunging for Erik. It mattered that he still hadn’t been reminded of his place. She didn’t care that Jesse was there, watching, maybe waiting to step in if he thought they were getting too rough with the weaker wolf. All she cared about was reminding Micah that he was facing off against two wolves who were above him and who deserved far more respect than he was currently showing them.
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
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Post by Micah on Oct 15, 2011 20:46:15 GMT
The walls had come crashing down completely and control was gone, there was no trace of it left whatsoever. Micah was beyond seeing the danger and the disrespect, he was beyond thought and reason. All he was right then was rage and impulse, he was anger and aggression, a wounded animal being threatened. Faye and Erik both outranked him in the pack, everyone did, but all he wanted to do was attack. Bite, slash, rip, tear. He wanted blood on his hands and in his mouth. In essence, Micah had gone wild.
The kick slammed the wind out of him before he could get close enough to Erik to go for his throat. He staggerd back with a breathless cough, his eyes watering, doubling over at the waist, but it only stopped him for a moment. Before he had even filled his lungs again, before the ache had even begun to fade, Micah surged forward with all the speed he possessed. Staying low, he caught Erik around the waist, but at the last moment he lashed out and caught hold of Faye by the arm. Micah drove forward and down, taking both Erik and Faye with him.
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
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Post by Jesse on Dec 23, 2011 23:04:39 GMT
When the set went over in a tumble of teeth and claws, Jesse knew it had gone past where he should have stepped in. Micah had overstepped the boundaries of Omega - perhaps with goading from the other two, but he had, and Jesse had no problem with them disiplining him to a point. But when the Omega lost all control and began to rage, the human portion of his mind pushed through the fog that he always had. This will bring death.
Jesse was a protector of this pack, and this was a time that it needed him... in a flash, the huge white wolf was there, and he waded into the scuffle. Micah's teeth had slashed the pair, Faye's arm was torn, and Micah was about to begin slashing and ripping in his madness. Without hesitation, Jesse's huge foreleg whipped out and hit the smaller wolf with a solid thump. Micah was bowled off of Faye and Erik, and with lightening moves, Jesse had Micah on the ground, his throat in his jaws, biting enough to hold him still. His eyes glowed, and he snarled harder as Micah struggled.
Stand down. The message was clear. Jesse would not hesitate to end this if Micah did not stand down, though whether it would be the more man side or the wolf side that made that decision, was anyone's guess.
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Micah
Omega Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
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Post by Micah on Dec 31, 2011 22:07:56 GMT
At some point, Micah had given in to the wolf, and it was that swift and sudden shift as the three went down in a tangle of limbs and fury that had enabled him to draw the blood. Satisfaction and elation, if he felt any at all in the confusion of emotion that swirled through his mind, were short-lived, and the Omega all but roared when he felt the blow that drove him from his enemies. That was wrong, it was not fair, and his teeth snapped furiously as he scrambled to get his paws under him again, his claws catching at the concrete and raking harshly.
He didn't get the chance to rise, not before a strong set of jaws closed around his throat and pinned him to the ground. Micah thrashed, instinctively and desperately, not caring that he could rip his own throat open, but the snarl pierced the fog of his rage and he blinked, beginning to see things a little more clearly once again. Breathing heavy and frantic, he searched for the scent, and found it close by. Jesse. Jesse was there, holding him down, keeping him from losing himself, and he had to obey. He had to obey, because he was Omega, and Jesse watched out for him. This was for the best. It was safe and smart.
It was not as easy as that, though, as much as the steady part of Micah's mind might wish it was. With a sharp whine that rattled off into a snarl, he tried to struggle his way free, his brain tipping messily between wolf and man, the fog coming and going, everything still knotted with confusion. Micah, the part of him that knew his place and understood Jesse's command, wanted to stop, but the side of him that had driven him to attack Faye and Erik, did not care and did not care to end things just yet.
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