Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Mar 3, 2007 22:52:20 GMT
Continued from: The Basement with Lucy.
They walked together in a kind of melancholy silence. Lucy and Tyler’s feelings at that time were on two different levels, the male wolf knew, but he knew they probably gave off a negative ‘energy’ as they walked around alongside one another. Lucy was frightened most of the time, beaten down and weary, and he was just… avoidant; loathing of the pack, even. He still wished he’d had the courage to flee with Molly that night… to just drop everything, every pretence of acceptance with Lucian and the others, and just go.
But with Lucy, he was different. He let her see a softer side that he concealed from others, because it would only lead to attack or ridicule or challenge, and while he had a place in the pack, for now, he knew he had to keep it, at least until he could find some way to break the already unsteady foundations of the group.
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Lucy
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
It's the fear of the dark; it's growing inside of me.
Posts: 43
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Post by Lucy on Mar 4, 2007 0:33:51 GMT
He was probably about the only person she actually spoke to nowadays, that coinciding with the fact that he actually replied like she wasn't infected or something, the rest of the pack too worried about their own skins and what 'associating' with Lucy might mean for them. She knew Farryn could care less really, but if it meant they left her alone she was willing to go along with it. As a result, just as she saw the more compassionate side of Tyler, he in turn bore witness to the fleeting moments when she wasn't -for want of a better word- brooding.
Lucy folded her arms around herself as they walked, watching the floor beneath her feet and staving off a yawn as they went which no doubt added to the gloomy aura that followed them through the hallways; preoccupied with her typically morose thoughts.
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Mar 4, 2007 2:23:31 GMT
Tyler had already fallen into the ‘bad graces’ of the pack’s Alphas. He didn’t know if they watched him, expecting him to slip up or waiting for him to act out of line, but his challenge of Lucian’s logic had been enough to earn him the vicious scars that adorned his back, the discoloured flesh leading from shoulder blade to hip, and they would never fade. He, actually, didn’t want them to. The wounds, while agonising upon their infliction, had been a kind of release… it had helped him seal that last bit of hatred for the leaders of the pack. After Lucian’s reaction to his verbalisation of doubt and disagreement, he had absolutely no problem hating him now, along with his insane mate.
“Are you hungry?” he asked her quietly, as if raising his voice might attract unwanted attention to the pair of them as they padded wearily along the hallways of the manor. “I can get you something from the kitchen.”
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Lucy
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
It's the fear of the dark; it's growing inside of me.
Posts: 43
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Post by Lucy on Mar 4, 2007 19:59:18 GMT
For a few paces Lucy didn't answer, and then she sucked in a breath of air into tired lungs and looked up about to refuse when her stomach rumbled and gave her away. She might have snorted at herself, or even laughed a few years ago but instead the blonde just gave her eyes a tiny roll, humour not exactly something that factored much into day to day life anymore.
"You don't have to." She said after another moment, eyes skimming the path ahead of them almost nervously, "I can get something later." She hadn't wanted to pass through the kitchen herself, predictably, but she didn't want him to have to spend any more time up and about than he had to, not on her account.
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Mar 4, 2007 23:07:20 GMT
Tyler’s smile wasn’t overly obvious, but it twitched at the sides of his mouth as she admitted to her hunger, and he nodded his head. His scruffy hair had already tumbled around his brows and temples, too shaggy after the night of the moon to be dishevelled any further, but it still annoyed him. All the same, he refrained from brushing it back with his hands.
“I don’t mind.” He watched her as they walked, but discreetly. “I wouldn’t have offered if I hadn’t meant it,” he revealed as if it were some big secret, even leaning a little to the side as he spoke.
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Lucy
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
It's the fear of the dark; it's growing inside of me.
Posts: 43
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Post by Lucy on Mar 5, 2007 19:48:51 GMT
When she looked up again it was without tilting her head and she had already silently conceded as Tyler leaned sideways slightly. If she didn't take him up on the offer then really, she had no idea when she would actually manage to eat, so much of her timetable depended on things other than her own wants. As usual her brain told her not to dwell, the little spark of an inner voice commanding her to stop thinking about it.
"Thanks." she said quietly, realising she already sounded like a broken record so early in the morning, she shrugged to indicate the sweater she was still gratefully swamped by. "Again. I mean."
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Mar 6, 2007 2:18:00 GMT
“Not a problem, Evie,” he said to her with a soft, reassuring sincerity in his tone. He even smiled gently. If he could somehow make the blonde female’s day that little bit easier before it was out of his hands, then he would do so, and without hesitation, regardless of his own wants and needs.
He silent wished he had pockets in the pants he was wearing, but they were the kind he generally wore during the change; easy to replace, and the type that fit his wolf form without a problem, and noticeably lacking pockets, leaving his hands feeling rather useless and empty at his sides.
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Lucy
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
It's the fear of the dark; it's growing inside of me.
Posts: 43
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Post by Lucy on Mar 6, 2007 22:08:20 GMT
She couldn't help a small smile of her own. She preferred the nickname derived from her surname more than any from her given name; being called 'Lulu' or even 'Luce' just made her skin crawl nowadays, in her youth they'd seemed so benign and affectionate but spiteful voices from warped minds had twisted them out of shape. As small a thing as it seemed just having her friend call he by the one name that had been left untouched made a difference, it made things not quite so bad. If she had a little more perspective she might have found the fact sad; as it was she was too tired for much analysis.
They turned a corner in the expansive corridors of the Manor, by habit when they'd moved into the new premises she'd sought out the most 'secluded' room she could but they were fast approaching it even at their weary pace.
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Mar 7, 2007 3:26:31 GMT
Tyler kept himself on his toes as he walked. He knew he was less than liked amongst most of the pack, more or less despised by a few, and downright loathed by a certain pair. Ramski and Erik were blissfully out of sight, but that didn’t mean they were out of mind. He had seen the ways, many a time, they looked at him, or watched him, the intent burning in their eyes, and in the case of Erik Vash, Tyler made a point of carrying himself with the strength only a fighter possessed. He knew how much it pissed off the older wolf, but the spark of mischief in winding him up… Tyler couldn’t help it.
As they walked, the fighter of the pair oddly aware of his hands, he watched the path ahead of them, listening to everything that drifted to his ears in case it promised some kind of threat. In a pack like Lucian’s, it paid to be alert at all times.
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Lucy
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
It's the fear of the dark; it's growing inside of me.
Posts: 43
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Post by Lucy on Mar 8, 2007 2:13:58 GMT
Frankly, though she didn't like to admit it even if it was perhaps obvious, Lucy was scared of both Levi Ramski and Erik Vash, both for individual reasons but mainly because she knew them to be mad. Plain crazy. If she was honest their hatred for Tyler made her nervous over anything else, worried they might do something to him. At least she knew roughly when the attacks on herself would occur and who from; she had one enemy, Tyler seemed to have lots.
Not being a fighter, by title at least, Lucy knew enough to be wary of them but though she worried she rarely kept much of an eye or ear on her surroundings the way she was vaguely aware her companion was doing even now. She knew her fair share of hand-to-hand and bladed combat but she was rusty and no match for any of the fighters, to put it plainly.
For reasons unknown to the blonde just the sight of her door coming into view down the hallway ahead of them gave her a comforted sensation, as false as it was, and she squeezed herself a little tighter as the destination came closer.
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Mar 8, 2007 3:44:40 GMT
Even before he had put on his clothes after reverting to human form, Erik Vash had strapped his arm brace on. The werewolf had instantly felt more at ease with some of his many bladed weapons now back in his possession, grabbing his clothes and pulling the shirt over his head as he walked. He had planned to go to the kitchen after Ryan and get something to eat but the sight of Tyler moving in the other direction had caught his attention and instead he had followed the younger wolf.
Erik could see Tyler and Lucy up ahead, the fighter comforting the female. To Erik it just served as another reason as to why Tyler was weak – comforting anyone. Putting someone else before himself outside of a combat situation… it was pathetic. Tyler didn’t deserve to be a fighter and be responsible for helping protect Lucian and one of these days Erik would prove it and take what was rightfully his.
The thought was a comfort, although none of his pleasure – or disgust – showed on his face, the same impassive expression present as nearly always was. He silently pulled one of his throwing knives from the arm brace, aiming and then throwing in a matter of seconds. The wolf wasn’t aiming for Tyler – he didn’t actually want to hit him, no matter how much he would have liked to – but instead right by his ear.
That should give the fighter something to react too.
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Mar 8, 2007 5:07:59 GMT
If he were a particularly cocky individual at all, Tyler might have blamed his lack of realisation on the moon and how much it had drained him. As the knife flew swiftly past his ear and slammed viciously into the wall not far away, his wolf’s eyes flashed vividly, and he tensed and whirled in a rapid motion, feeling the growl bubble up from the confines of his chest to rumble in his throat, his mouth clamped shut as he stared down the length of the hallway at the one pack member he should have expected.
Erik.
Eyes still carrying their bestial glow, Tyler stared, as if daring the older male to throw another knife, or go through with what he had been avoiding for so long. Really, what was holding him back if the little bastard didn’t know just how poor a fighter he was? Tyler wasn’t arrogant, but he had trained hard, and fighting was in his blood; it was what he did.
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Lucy
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
It's the fear of the dark; it's growing inside of me.
Posts: 43
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Post by Lucy on Mar 8, 2007 22:35:34 GMT
Lucy had taken an extra step, turning a moment after Tyler at the thunk of the blade hitting home, burying itself in the wall. Exactly one of the people she liked encountering the least stood at the opposite end of the hallway and the blond tensed automatically. Had he been following them the whole time? She was slightly aggravated at herself for not noticing if he had been, but more than that she was nervous. It was one of the things she hated most about how her personality had changed, she was skittish these days, bordering on downright twitchy some days. Even if she had her reasons, she disliked it.
With her arms dropping to her sides and her fingers curling round the cuffs of the sleeves she stared down in Erik's direction almost blankly, though her teeth caught her bottom lip; the only really visible reaction.
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Erik
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
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Post by Erik on Mar 8, 2007 22:45:31 GMT
“Tyler,” Erik greeted, ignoring Lucy for the moment. She was no threat to him, she hardly registered on his radar in fact. To the male werewolf she was nothing more than his Alpha’s punching bag, useful in that purpose but no other. He approved of the way she was treated by the female leader and although Farryn lacked the subtle skills of a true torturer, her way got the job done and that was good enough.
“I hope I didn’t startle you…” he drawled, flashing them both a smile - the only acknowledgement he affored Lucy - that was lacking in any real feeling or emotion. It wasn’t that it was a cold smile or a cruel smile – Eric saved those for his torture guests – it was simply a blank smile as if Erik was feeling nothing and just smiling because it seemed the thing to do. He rarely showed any sort of feeling.
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Tyler
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
I'm tired of being what you want me to be; feeling so faithless, lost under the surface.
Posts: 52
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Post by Tyler on Mar 9, 2007 21:02:13 GMT
Tyler’s feral eyes narrowed, and after briefly glancing sidelong to Lucy to ensure she wasn’t showing more fear than was wise around Erik, he turned his gaze back on the other wolf at the end of the hallway. “You’d have to stop being predictable to startle me, Vash,” he retorted, his tone almost bland save for the slight growl rumbling under the surface.
Stepping back, he reached behind him and yanked the blade out of the wall, his action smooth, and spinning the weapon in his hand, he said, “I’ll just hold onto this, then. You obviously don’t want it.” And then, gesturing for Lucy to head around the corner, where they would find her room, he made to walk off, but he made a point of not turning his back on Erik.
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