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 Jan 12, 2012 22:45:12 GMT
Jesse's eyes flared with anger, and the large white beast braced itself. He opened his jaws a fraction to let Micah's squirming happen - as soon as the wolf beneath him squirmed around so his head was to the side, Jesse <i>roared</i>, an ear splitting sound of power, the sound inches from Micah's face. His jaws closed into the back of the other wolf's neck, and lifting him by the scruff like a misbehaving puppy and flung him into the cold water of the fountain in the center of the manor's courtyard. Micah's body cracked against the ugly statue in the middle and landed in the murky, waist deep water.
He stood on his back legs and watched. If Micah came out fighting, he was ready. If Micah came out running, he was ready. This was going to end somehow.
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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 Jan 17, 2012 23:42:52 GMT
Immediately Micah's ears flattened back against his skull when Jesse roared so close to him. It hurt, that sudden, loud sound, and it both angered and frightened him at the same time, sending another rush of wild adrenaline and desperation through him, head to toe, or rather nose to tail. Before Micah had a chance to react, the grip in his scruff tightened and he was hauled off the ground, and then his paws were leaving the solid floor of the courtyard. Jesse's superior size and strength sent the smaller, weaker wolf sailing through the air, and when he collided with the fountain's central statue, the fierce red fog in his mind erupted in white.
Micah didn't feel himself hitting the water, his head plunging under in his daze, his vision blacked out and pain racing through his body like bolts of electricity. He went under as a wolf, but he came gasping back to the surface as a man once again, soaked to the bone with his hair plastered to his face, water streaming and dripping as he gulped in air with a frantic desperation; he had only been under the water for a few moments, but instinct was one of Micah's main driving forces, and it was instinct that told him to breathe, hard and deep, fill his lungs and keep his head above the surface. It didn't matter that the water was only waist deep; right then all that mattered was getting out of it.
Motions awkward and limbs trembling in the crash from the frenzy, like an addict coming down from a high, Micah scrambled his way to the edge of the fountain and clumsily started pulling himself out, a small sound like a whine rolling in the back of his throat. His body hurt, it ached when he breathed, and his head was pounding. All he wanted to do was curl up in the dark and forget what had happened, but first he needed to get out of the water. Out and onto dry land.
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
Posts: 43
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Post by Jesse on Apr 10, 2012 9:52:37 GMT
In a flash, Jesse's form melted and he strode over to Micah, his eyes flashing his wolf's color and his teeth half bared in a snarl. A rumble came from his throat - a low growl to let Micah know he was still the dominant wolf - but Jesse had no intention to hurt him.
He grabbed Micah by the back of his neck and hauled him upwards out of the water, depositing him quickly but gently on the ground. "Easy, Micah. Stand down." He ignored the other wolves, completely concentrating on Micah. He brushed the wolf off, sitting down next to him, and pulling out a cigarette, he calmly lit it- taking a deep dragging breath. He'd wait to make sure Micah was calm. He watched as Erik looked at him, and with a shrug, left - the dark haired, sadistic wolf beneath Jesse's notice once he turned to leave. THere was no more of his fun to be had, and Jesse flicked his lighter, once - twice.
He'd wait.
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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 May 8, 2012 21:45:51 GMT
Jesse's growl enveloped him, becoming more than just sound; it was the older, stronger wolf's energy that Micah sensed and responded to more than anything, and immediately he shrank, cowering and offering no resistance when his dominant reached into the water and hauled him out. Micah kept his eyes downcast, even as his body trembled and his chest and back heaved, though he worked hard to keep from making too much noise. Aware as he was that Jesse had lowered himself to sit beside him, Micah still didn't look at him, instead stayed where he had been set down, water dripping from his hair and his jaw and his chin, his clothes plastered to his body and puddles already forming uncomfortably in his shoes. They would squelch when he walked, most likely. Micah wouldn't complain.
He knew what he had done wrong. Even without lifting a hand to touch the -- possibly already-healing -- cut on his cheek he remembered what had happened, or at least enough to piece the incident together. Erik had lashed out, and Micah, having no right to do so, had retaliated. Things had gotten bad from there. Jesse had intervened. Jesse had put a stop to it.
Micah was dimly aware of the sound of feet scuffing against stone as someone left the courtyard. Gaze fixed on the ground directly in front of him, Micah didn't see who it was, or whether both Erik and Faye had decided to take their leave. In his thoroughly submissive state -- as physically submissive as a wolf in human skin could get, at least, his throat bared and easily accessible to Jesse, his body hunched low with his eyes cast down -- he didn't even lift his hand to investigate the warmth of one of the wet trails down the back of his head, or the crack in his skull from which it had spilled.
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Jesse
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Senior Fighter
You're on the brink of spilling some red in the sink...
Posts: 43
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Post by Jesse on Jul 29, 2012 7:42:32 GMT
Micah was doing exactly as he was meant to do. He was staying down, showing his throat. Jesse sat a moment, dragging on the cigarette and looked once at his shirt. It was wet. He tugged at the fabric once, and it glommed back onto his skin - but he dismissed it. It would dry on its own, and he was far less damp than Micah. And really, it was his own fault for throwing Micah in the fountain in the first place, and his lip curved in a sardonic smile at that.
His eyes flicked down to Micah, noting the slowing breathing, coughing beginning to ease. He could tell Micah was laboring not to make additional sound than was necessary, but in the wild, again, that was best. One should never telegraph one's sickness or weakness to the surroundings. At least Micah had that sense for the moment. Jesse finished his cigarette, and flicked it away from him, careless of where it would land.
He grabbed Micah by the shoulder and hauled him upwards into a standing position as he stood. "Stand." He hauled him up, rather than waiting for the other wolf to obey immediately - Micah would have to maintain the upright position, but Jesse hauled him vertical and looked him over, hanging on to the Omega's arms. "Look up at me, Micah." He needed to see the wolf's face - to see the fear that told him that Micah was returning to himself before he'd let go and let Micah get cleaned up. If he wasn't with it again, he couldn't be left alone. The injuries were healing, though he wasn't certain about the cleaning powers of that fountain water, Micah's natural abilities would take care of it.
"Look at me, you mutt." He shook him lightly.
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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 Aug 4, 2012 14:19:57 GMT
If there was one thing Micah could do well, it was submit. He sensed that Jesse approved, but the wolf in him, ever-present as it was, knew that this was not over, that there would be consequences for his outburst. An Omega could not act in such a volatile manner without repercussions, and not even just an Omega; Micah was a low ranking wolf, and he always would be, wherever he ended up. He had to play his part, and today he hadn't done that. He had acted out of turn, he had behaved disrespectfully, and crossed a line.
In the next moment Jesse was pulling him up and Micah was doing as he was told, getting his feet under him and planting them on the ground, his shoulders loose and his head dipped in another classic pose of submission. The older wolf told him to look up then, and Micah felt the instincts clash inside of himself; one told him to obey Jesse, another told him to keep his eyes down, that lifting them and meeting those of the other wolf would be a challenge. The third, the fierce set that had seen him lashing out at Erik and Faye, told him to do it and hold the gaze, but Micah swallowed roughly and closed his eyes altogether for a moment to chase those away. No. No, that was wrong.
Then Jesse was shaking him, and Micah's eyes snapped open and his eyes came up. There was a faint tremor tracing through his body, he felt it, but whether it was from the chill of the water or the situation itself he didn't know. He didn't have it in him to figure it out. So he just looked Jesse in the eye and hoped the older wolf could see how sorry he was.
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Ryan
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
Pray to your God, open your heart; whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark.
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Post by Ryan on Oct 1, 2012 17:44:38 GMT
"Well." Ryan's voice was dry with just a faint edge of sardonic amusement as he crossed the threshold into the courtyard proper. No one had noticed him when he'd arrived, not even Jesse in his haste as he'd barrelled through the other door to engage the wonderfully deranged Omega. It was a useful skill in Ryan's opinion, being able to slip in and out of a place unnoticed, having that sort of stealth. Sometimes it was fun to be the centre of attention but most of the time it was better to be the opposite. Sneaky, sly, manipulative. Those were the things Ryan enjoyed, the things he was good at. He could crack skulls and break necks just as well as the next wolf but it was so much more enjoyable to slip in quietly and slide the knife in under the ribs when they hadn't seen you coming.
"Nobody told me there was a party going on out here." It didn't look like anyone else was having fun -- not anymore anyway; Faye and Erik had been enjoying themselves well enough before Micah had snapped like that -- but what did that matter? "I'm a little hurt that I didn't get an invitation." With a mock frown he stepped further into the courtyard, offering Jesse a smirk as he went before nonchalantly turning his gaze down on Faye. Erik had already loped off. Faye was still in the process of picking herself up off the floor. A little embarrassing. Instead of offering the younger wolf a hand Ryan just stood there and waited for her to collect herself. His brows lifted while he waited as if to say whenever you're ready.
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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 Mar 1, 2013 11:29:49 GMT
Jesse looked at Micah's face- he could see the torment in both his frame and skating through the Omega's eyes. He held the male's eyes until the inevitable moment when Micah looked down, then he grabbed him by the back of the neck again and sat himself, forcing the submissive wolf to sit at his knee while he sat on the fountain's edge, ignoring the water that soaked into his pants. "You've gone and soaked me now, Micah."
When Ryan made his appearance, his eyes flashed once, annoyed he'd missed the other, but dismissing that as soon as it had come. The smirk of greeting he returned with a half nod - the other was addressing Faye, and he calmly regarded the other's stance as he watched the female begin to rise. He let go of Micah, removing his last cigarette from the pack and lighting it with a smooth motion. The smoke fogged out of his mouth and he blew it slowly, planning to savor this one while Micah decided if he would take wolf form and slink off or stay where he was. Somewhere in his mind he worried that someday he wouldn't be there.
But the fog returned slowly... and his eyes slowly went vacant as he regarded the new arrival and felt the warmth of Micah by his leg. Down where he should be.
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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 Mar 23, 2013 20:56:22 GMT
In response to Jesse's remark about the water, about being soaked, Micah whined quietly, almost apologetically. He was beyond noticing anyone else still in the courtyard, Jesse's presence, his dominant energy, was all the Omega could really feel and pay attention to and for him that was enough. If it hadn't been for Jesse then he would have noticed but if the fighter hadn't stepped into the courtyard and intervened then he still would have been caught up in a fight with Erik and Faye. Micah wasn't the sort who thought about that sort of thing though, it was beyond him, he was more wolf than man and wolves lived in the moment. Jesse was here. He had stopped the fight. It was over.
Eyes closed and his breathing slowing he felt the aggression and anxiety ease and lessen, slipping away. Slowly but surely. Jesse had that affect on him, always had, and in his own way Micah was grateful for that. It helped to keep him balanced, keep him steady, and there were times when he didn't know what he would do without the older wolf. Micah didn't like to think about that and so he wouldn't.
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Faye
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Faye on Mar 2, 2014 18:35:24 GMT
As if getting knocked on her ass by the Omega wasn't bad enough having Ryan witness it added insult to injury. Her anger at being taken down was still strong and when Ryan commented she felt her eyes flash wolf again. "Shut up, Ryan," she barked at him before she could think on it. Ryan was older than her but that didn't necessarily mean he was more dominant. Right then she didn't care, all she cared about was picking herself up and rescuing what she could of her pride.
If Jesse hadn't have intervened then things would have devolved even further but she wasn't about to thank the Senior fighter for what he'd done. To do so would be admitting that she couldn't have handled it herself and she could have done if she hadn't been so concerned about not killing Micah. She stood up and composed herself quickly, a hand brushing down her clothing and removing any loose debris that she might have picked up off the courtyard ground. She threw a glare in the direction of Micah and Jesse. Micah needed to be put back in his place and be punished for what he had done but Faye knew better than to try and do that with Jesse there. She struggled to understand just why the fighter bothered with Micah, he was the Omega and it was that simple in her mind. He was there for their entertainment, nothing else. The smart thing to do would have been to leave without another word but she couldn't do that, her pride wouldn't let her. "Jesse won't always be around to save you Micah, you should remember that next time you decide to turn on someone."
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