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 Aug 28, 2007 14:40:46 GMT
It wasn’t that he was being reminded of his ‘punishment’ in front of the rest of the pack; that wasn’t the issue, or the reason behind his anger towards Richardson then. It was the subtle gloating tone, and the added insult of having the smoke blown into his face, making him grimace in irritation. Tyler was no stranger to being the target in the group of fighters, and beyond, even; Vash was a perfect example of that.
The growl rose up from the base of Tyler’s throat, his eyes the colour of the wolf, the animal clawing at him to show his indignation in the most primal of ways. But not only was Richardson much older, but with Ramski at his side, Tyler was not only outnumbered but would be easily overpowered. It was a lose-lose situation, and he hated those. It was like getting the proverbial middle finger from the universe.
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Ramski
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
Let's get a little violent, shall we?
Posts: 18
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Post by Ramski on Sept 2, 2007 20:21:33 GMT
"Oooh, don't think he likes that, Jess."
Ramski strode forward with a cold, cruel smile twisting up his mouth. There was a subtle tension in his body, one that hinted at a readiness -- no, a willingness -- to fight, should Martin rile him further. It was no secret that Levi was constantly looking for a battle, especially if Martin was involved. He enjoyed reminding the other fighter of his place.
"He can't handle the truth, it seems," he rumbled. "The fact that everyone knows he's scum..."
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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 Sept 3, 2007 22:18:55 GMT
God, he hated Ramski so much that nothing would satisfy Tyler more in that moment than slamming the other male wolf’s head clean through the wall. Sadly, with Richardson in the room, there was no chance of that; he wouldn’t get anywhere near to slamming Ramski into the wall without the oldest male intervening and doing him some serious damage.
He was outnumbered, and as much as he hated to admit it, the other males could easily beat him, even if they didn’t combine their strength against him; Ramski had beaten him in their fight, and for a change, without being underhanded and kicking him — too much — while he was down.
“Yeah, right, that’s why I’m still breathing. We all know what Lucian does with the real ‘scum’.” Tyler’s eyes were still wolfen when he spoke, remembering the pack members who had truly ‘stepped out of line’, those who Lucian had disciplined in a much more finalistic manner…
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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 Sept 4, 2007 2:46:48 GMT
Jesse looked at the younger male coldly. "You breathe because you're allowed to. Don't think that might not change someday." Packs change, Alphas change, but wolves that challenged and were beaten were always below notice. Jesse saw no difference here.
"I'm bored now, Ramski. I don't want to get his blood in my claws, I already had a shower." He turned sideways, excluding the other wolf fully. His eyes flared as he did it. There was no reason why he couldn't end this now, but Lucian had not wished it to be so... so therefore it didn't matter anymore. Neither did Martin.
"Ramski - we need to find us some real sport."
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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 Sept 4, 2007 17:54:15 GMT
Tyler couldn’t have cared less if the other males liked him. Shaking his head with a huff of disapproval, he walked around Ramski and Richardson, keeping his distance and never fully turning his back on either of them. He wouldn’t put it past Ramski to attack him out of some kind of childish spite or derisive attempt to wind him up. But if they didn’t want to pay attention to him, then fine; it was certainly no skin off his nose.
Eyeing one of the punching bags contemplatively, he kept part of his attention on the other males all the while, not wanting to let his guard down. That kind of slip came with a price after all, and in a ‘pack’ like this, it could be the last mistake you ever made.
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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 Oct 24, 2007 1:51:29 GMT
Jesse gave the large male a light punch on the arm. "You're leavin' me hangin' Ramski. We're supposed to find real sport, not waste our time."
As much as he wanted to gut Martin then and there, his Alpha said who lived or died, not Jesse. The weak didn't matter, and he didn't care.
"I need to hunt."
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Ramski
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
Let's get a little violent, shall we?
Posts: 18
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Post by Ramski on Oct 25, 2007 16:04:15 GMT
Ramski felt the wolf's coloring pulsing through the deep brown of his usual eye color. He watched Martin, challenging and arrogant in his posture because he honestly wanted to rile the other wolf. There was nothing he loved more than working the whelps into a mad frenzy before beating them down. Priceless, every goddamn time.
Of course, the punch from Jesse snapped him out of the vicious staring contest and he growled at the older wolf. "Where we headin', then, Jess?" he rumbled, chuckling. "Don't think Lucian'll mind us slipping out to scout some, so long as we're back in a timely fashion."
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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 Oct 25, 2007 23:08:44 GMT
The laugh was more of a rumble. "He's busy. He's not gonna care." He'd scented Lucian and his mate in the hall long ago. He flicked his cigarette at Martin before turning his back and heading to the door.
"Do we want 'em drunk, high or just sleepy?" The last time they'd hit a club, the drunk screaming had confused Jesse slightly - he never did understand why people would cloud their senses so completely. Hitting them after a horror movie at the cinema - now that was fun.
"Lead on, Ramski. Let's go play."
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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 Nov 7, 2007 19:47:55 GMT
Honestly, if the odds hadn’t been so stacked against him, Tyler likely would have accepted that obvious, arrogant challenge from Ramski. It stank of self-assurance and smugness, and made the wolf in the younger fighter rebel and snarl in anger at the audacity of the repetition of goading. Ramski was an asshole, and Tyler had no doubt that he would meet a sticky end somehow, whether by his hand or not. He could only hope that it was his doing.
The cigarette that Richardson flicked his way was avoided thanks to wolfen reflexes, but he still growled openly at the childish ‘attack’. The bastard wasn’t worth it. Really, neither of them were; only one of this pack was really worth saving or tending to anymore, and Tyler hated, despised that he hadn’t had the guts to follow Molly all those years ago when she had cut and run.
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Ramski
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
Let's get a little violent, shall we?
Posts: 18
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Post by Ramski on Nov 13, 2007 1:19:23 GMT
Ramski raised an eyebrow. "If we can find 'em drunk this early in the day, I will be thoroughly surprised." But then he paused to really think about it. "Actually, no. No I won't. But unless we want to go trolling the badlands, I'm not sure we'll find much."
Then again, the lower ends of the city tended to be the most lively, day or night. Always some 'pack' of humans or other vying for territory like wolves; their gangs with their symbols and rivalries. Ramski did rather enjoy watching the humans tear into one another -- sometimes being a spectator was just as much fun as participating.
"But we usually have a damn good time in the slums," the fighter chuckled, his expression almost fond. "The humans from those areas are so very colorful."
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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 Nov 18, 2007 21:30:33 GMT
Jesse shrugged. In his mind, humans never had the colors of a wolf pack, but that was getting close to imagination - and there wasn't much left of Jesse's.
"They all bleed red and piss yellow when they're scared." He tilted his head from one side to the other, loosening the muscles. "This time of day we'll need to grab the homeless camps on the south side. They'll be hungover."
He knew the look of dawning horror on the faces was a particular favorite of the other wolf's... himself, he liked the fading light - when they went from favor to food. "We'll leave the cub to his workout." With a click of his lighter, and gestured to the door. "He needs it."
His Alpha didn't need him at the moment - his female Alpha's scent proved that easily. Therefore Jesse could do as he pleased - and he intended to.
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Ramski
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
Let's get a little violent, shall we?
Posts: 18
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Post by Ramski on Nov 28, 2007 0:01:17 GMT
Jesse was right, once again. Even at this hour of the day, it wouldn't be terribly difficult for the two of them to find some kind of sport. Straggling homeless, the odd drunk, maybe a brave prostitute...the dregs of humanity were always the most fun, especially when used to create some kind of grand mess. On any other day, the 'priviledged' humans wouldn't think twice about those that they considered beneath them, but the minute they found the body of some crackwhore in an alley, it was all about the 'poor, lost soul' of the woman.
Humans. They were hilarious.
"Well, let's get a move on, then." Ramski led the way, practically prowling out the door. "I'll meet you out front in five?"
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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 Nov 29, 2007 10:10:40 GMT
He put the lighter in his pocket, shrugging his shoulders into his jacket. "You need five to comb your hair?" Moving out the door he didn't acknowledge the other wolf.
"I'll be waiting Ram. Don't take all day."
He'd stop by his room before they left for his switchblade. Maybe they'd get lucky and find a wolf too.
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Ramski
Pack Werewolf
Lucian's Pack: Fighter
Let's get a little violent, shall we?
Posts: 18
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Post by Ramski on Dec 12, 2007 20:47:22 GMT
Ramski gave a roll of his eyes, coupled with a rumbling growl. "No, smartass. Unfortunately, running around half-naked is frowned upon by most." He gestured to his bare chest. "Don't think we'll get far if I go out there like this."
That said, he gave Richardson a jostle with his shoulder as he jogged by. He would just need to find a shirt and tuck away a weapon or two; nothing major. Unless, of course, he had a rough time deciding on which knuckle dusters to use. It depended on his mood, really...
Continued in: Ramski's Room
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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 Jan 16, 2008 0:00:09 GMT
POST TIMESKIP
The consciousness of each pack member buzzed on a low frequency in the back of Lucian's mind. He knew where each of them was and, on a very general level, what they were thinking. Not exact mind-reading, but he could tell their general mood. It was a talent that had always come in handy; he could keep track of everyone. It kept the pack in line.
And then there was the mind that he prized above all. She was troubled, even surrounded by her own pack in the heart of Los Angeles. She was protected, truly, but that was only temporary. He would have little Snow White back, but first, he had to make sure the plan would go exactly as he wished it to. That could be etched out later.
For now, the young Alpha distracted himself with the heavy bag in front of him. His taped fists left dents in the thick leather where they impacted and he felt the contents within shift as the bag swung violently. The dark curls around his forehead fell into his eyes, obscuring his vision just slightly, but Lucian continued in his tirade. His wolf was greatful for the violence, even if what he was combating wasn't flesh and bone.
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