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 Jul 20, 2007 22:41:46 GMT
Tyler had kept himself out of sight until the untrustworthy presences of Erik and Ryan had retreated from around the corner and down the way. When they were gone, and no troubling sounds came from the closed door the Lucy’s room, Tyler sighed, allowing the tension to leave his shoulders for a time, as he considered what to do next. He had been tired before the encounter with Vash, but now, he felt just as awake as if he hadn’t spent the entire night thrashing against a metal cage in wolf form.
Damn him.
There was no point going to his room with the intention of sleeping. He suddenly had far too much energy to burn, and he would only end up irritable and frustrated if he lay there unsuccessfully. There was only really one other option, when he thought about it, so after glancing at Lucy’s door one last time, he headed for his room, intending to only stop there long enough to change and then set off again.
Continued at: Training Room.
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Farryn
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
To be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive.
Posts: 46
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Post by Farryn on Jul 21, 2007 22:24:19 GMT
Continued from; The Kitchen, with Lucian.
Farryn liked being the 'bad girl' - she knew that there was a feral appeal to her brand of bad too, her kind of naughty and wicked satisfied not only her mate, but in doing so pleased her. In truth she knew she was rotten to the core in a way, she didn't see why she should have to change for anyone, or make excuses for it - she lived without compromise and loved it.
"Anything..? Luc' you know that's a dangerous word to use around me." Her teeth raked over her bottom lip, hips swaying into her mate's arm as they moved along the hallways. She looked up at him again, her own arm snaking around his waist as she slotted up under his shoulder.
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Lucian
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over...
Posts: 47
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Post by Lucian on Jul 22, 2007 5:22:24 GMT
"But darling, I love it when you want to be dangerous," he rumbled, bending to kiss her shoulder. "It leads to all kinds of fun."
Farryn's wicked streak was one of the many things he loved about her. She was shameless in her ways, had the strength to stick with her cruelty and damned if that didn't get him going. Lucian knew bloody well that his little brunette could probably give him a run for his money if she put her mind to it. She could brawl with the best of them and keep going while she relished in ever minute of it. It was exciting.
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Farryn
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
To be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive.
Posts: 46
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Post by Farryn on Aug 11, 2007 0:53:40 GMT
Her head tilted away from his kiss on her shoulder with a rumble wending its way through her throat at the contact, damn it he knew exactly how to push her buttons and in a way she loved him even more for it. Lucian was the only person who really understood her and accepted the way that she was and for that he had her unwavering support and love and attention. With a definitive growl she twisted against him, one hand snaking out to grab the buckle of his belt turn him physically to her.
"I have all this energy, baby," she almost purred, though the sound was not nearly feline enough to be given that distinction, Farryn pressed herself against her mate, tongue flicking out to wet her lips, "I think maybe you should help me spend it..."
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Lucian
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over...
Posts: 47
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Post by Lucian on Sept 2, 2007 20:13:55 GMT
Lucian laughed in the back of his throat; a quiet grumble of a sound that intermingled with the wicked, wanting growl from his wolf. His hands settled easily on Farryn's hips, fingers gripping possessively while he stared down into her eyes with a fanged smirk. The wolf pulsed forth into his eyes and the black of his pupils rushed out to cover the whole of his normally-brown eyes, making for an eerie, almost demonic effect. He didn't bother to hold it back.
"I'd love to, 'Ryn," he snarled playfully. His thumbs rubbed light, teasing circles at her hips. "Just tell me what you want."
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Farryn
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
To be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive.
Posts: 46
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Post by Farryn on Sept 4, 2007 20:55:48 GMT
Farryn smirked briefly, her own canines pushing down ever so slightly, barely visible though they were in her expression she felt them teasing at her lower lip as she answered her mate by stretching up and covering his mouth in a hungry kiss. Her hips rolled slightly to the side, smoothly, like a dancer, pressing into his touch as she pushed herself up against him. The moons always made her restless; it was the same story for so many of their kind and with that agitation came, for the Alpha female in particular, the need to release her energies either violently... or in other ways.
Lucian was holding her attention at present as only he could, as only he was allowed to so for the moment the pack was safe from her unpredictable wrath.
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Lucian
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over...
Posts: 47
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Post by Lucian on Sept 7, 2007 1:25:36 GMT
He chuckled, in spite of himself, but only for a moment.
Once the wolf 'took over', the Alpha growled in a fashion that was definitely appreciative. Farryn could be violent, to be sure, but that kind of energy tended to lead to all sorts of...fun elsewhere. The grip on her hips tightened to become possessive, eager; another growl rattled between them. Two long-legged steps pushed Farryn's lean form back into the far wall and Lucian molded his body to fit hers.
Never one to beat around the bush, his Farryn.
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Farryn
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
To be endlessly cold within and dreaming I'm alive.
Posts: 46
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Post by Farryn on Oct 15, 2007 17:38:52 GMT
As her back hit the wall Farryn gave a tiny grunt, though the impact hadn't exactly hurt it had been forceful, just the way she liked it and the throaty noise was one of pleasure that clearly teetered on the pain barrier; maybe that made her more psychotic than she gave herself credit for, but hey, Farryn didn't give a damn, she was an Alpha, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted, within the realm of her mate's ruling.
A hand slid up into Lucian's hair as she pulled his head down more, half in response to the grip that tightened around her hips and half simply to bring him closer still and deepen the fervor of the kiss, mkiing it clearer -as if it needed to be- just what exactly it was that she wanted.
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Lucian
Alpha Werewolf
Lucian's Pack
There's nowhere to run, so let's just get it over...
Posts: 47
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Post by Lucian on Nov 20, 2007 18:11:33 GMT
Somewhere in the back of his mind, the wolf howled and the sound echoed through him. Lucian did not mimic that exact utterance, but as he pulled away for air, he let a dark and rattling snarl rip from his throat. He gazed down at his mate with eyes the color of pitch; when he smiled at her, he flashed canines that were far to sharp to be human. Another push of his body pressed Farryn back into the wall before he gripped at her thighs to lift her bodily up.
"Always tryin' to push me, 'Ryn," the Alpha rumbled. His mate was granted one more brief kiss before he let her legs wind around his waist so he could cart her easily down the hall and to their private suite.
Continued in: Alphas' Chambers with Farryn
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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 22, 2008 19:29:54 GMT
Paws lifted and set down without even a whisper of sound as he carried his sleek, white body along the hallways, turning corners with his left side close to the solid, reassuring walls, the blade of his shoulder brushing softly against the paper and paint and plaster in unplanned, sporadic intervals as he walked, his short claws not even making a noise on the carpets. His senses ignited often and sharply, relaying information to him: the sound of a feminine scream he recognised, his ears rocking back at the pitch and abruptness; the scent of food in the distance; the proximity of power…
Head dropped down below the peak of his shoulders, ears perked to catch the sounds of movement and the rustle of material and feet on a clean, smooth floor, Micah Haines’ tail tucked between his hind legs as his nose twitched, bringing the telltale, musky scent of his Alpha to him. Sure enough, when he inched his way closer to the open doorway looming ahead, the unmistakeable presence of Lucian made a brief tremor run down the wolf’s spine.
Jesse was out. He had left with Levi some time ago, and Micah had heard them leave. As he angled his lupine head as close to the edge of the doorway as he dared without tilting it around into view, he wished the old fighter was back. He would not feel so cowardly when around the other male. Jesse made him see his weaknesses, made him regret them. Without him around to tell him wolves were proud and strong, how could he move on as he knew he should instead of being cowed into stillness when this close to his Alpha? Still at a respectable, avoidable distance, but close enough to make him hunch down nearer to the floorboards beneath their blankets of carpeting, as if afraid to move on, in case Lucian scolded him for fleeing his presence.
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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.
Posts: 25
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Post by Ryan on Jan 29, 2008 2:46:38 GMT
To the extent that Ryan could feel genuine pity for anyone -- which, to be sure, wasn't much -- he pitied Micah. He exited the stairwell and paused, sniffing, recognizing the wolf hunkered in the shadows. The fainter scent of Lucian in the training room was there, which he supposed was the reason for Micah's antics. He stood there for a moment, reflecting on the situation.
Micah was weak, dependent on the fighter Jesse for strength enough to get through the day. But Jesse wasn't here at the moment, and Micah needed someone else to give him the encouragement he needed just to move out of the hallway. Was there an advantage to be had from helping the cowering Omega?
He supposed there might be.
"If you come back this way," he remarked offhandedly, "you should be okay. He's usually pretty focused when he's training; he may know you're there but he probably doesn't care too much right now."
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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 Feb 23, 2008 1:35:27 GMT
With the scent and close proximity of the power of his Alpha, Micah was unaware and completely numb to everything else around him, practically hugging the wall, one lean side pressed against the flat surface, keeping him out of the way of anyone passing by, and only just out of sight of the male who had essentially frozen him in place. He was practically shaking, the intimidation factor his leader carried was so great, and when a presence was suddenly revealed and announced behind him, Micah started, and visibly.
The muscles in his body tightened even more than they already had been, making him look bunched, coiled not unlike a spring, and his tail had swept down and under so far it was brushing his belly, his ears flattened back not in aggression, but surprise and anxiety. Bright eyes turned, taking in the sight of Ryan, but his gaze didn’t linger on the older male’s face for long, soon dropping respectfully.
Still quivering, Micah lifted his body from the floor enough to creep it away from the doorway, keeping low even in the presence of a pack member such as Ryan, someone older than he was himself, and therefore, more dominant. Not that there was a single wolf in the pack who wasn’t more dominant, such was a delight of being Omega. Micah was nothing even remotely resembling bitter, he accepted his place and everything that went along with it, and as he slowly scrambled away from Lucian’s presence and in the direction Ryan had indicated, his only thoughts were about staying off his Alpha’s radar.
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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.
Posts: 25
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Post by Ryan on Apr 11, 2008 23:10:55 GMT
Ryan fought off an amused smile. "I'm not going to eat you, y'know," he said mildly. "You're not in trouble for anything, at least not that I know about."
He regarded Micah thoughtfully, adopting a somewhat gentler tone as he spoke. It was as close to actually being kind as he was likely to get. "Why don't you go down and get something to eat, since you're looking to stay out of the way? There was some decent roast chicken in the fridge, should still be a little left." After a slight pause, he added, "If you're worried about anyone giving you a hard time, I'll go with you."
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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 11, 2008 20:20:06 GMT
The smile unnerved Micah, made him cower lower to the carpet, and he trembled slightly, untrusting and timid. Even the words ‘you’re not in trouble’ didn’t penetrate the fog of insecurity and panic at being found out, being caught out for spying on his Alpha, and he gave a small chattering whimper in the back of his throat, disturbed and distressed. Had he been an actual wolf, or a dog, he might have angered everyone further by showing his fear physically right there on the carpet. Thankfully, he wasn’t that far gone.
Instinct, as it was, managed to remind him that he was hungry, and the word ‘chicken’ made his bright eyes blink, the white-pelted wolf pausing before beginning to creep past Ryan, past the training room. Any moment now he would break out into a light-footed, fleeting gallop; his muscles were tensed, coiled. With a momentary glance back at Ryan, his body still low, his hold on that reaction broke.
Micah’s paws carried him quickly, and soon enough, his tail was disappearing around the next bend in the hallway.
Continued in: The Kitchen.
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