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Feb 19, 2017 20:58:24 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 19, 2017 20:58:24 GMT -5
{{ Well I'm gonna start it but I probably won't finish for a bit :3 }}
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Feb 19, 2017 21:26:21 GMT -5
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Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 19, 2017 21:26:21 GMT -5
》I finished my baby Lou. <3
Now I just need to work on Riley and Carla and I should be good to go. xD《
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Feb 19, 2017 22:32:53 GMT -5
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Post by Salted Squid on Feb 19, 2017 22:32:53 GMT -5
I'm actually kind of loving the way that Skylar is turning out so far cx))
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Feb 19, 2017 23:58:48 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 19, 2017 23:58:48 GMT -5
Writing <3
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Feb 20, 2017 0:00:55 GMT -5
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Post by Salted Squid on Feb 20, 2017 0:00:55 GMT -5
Yayyy!
Also I finally got Skylar finished! cx))
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Feb 20, 2017 0:03:37 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 0:03:37 GMT -5
{{ The more the merrier }}
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Feb 20, 2017 0:38:24 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 0:38:24 GMT -5
There were a few things that really, really bothered Kieran Roan, and random people turning up on his doorstep was one of them. The wolf shifter clenched his jaw, eyes flashing wolf for a moment, before he regained his composure. He exhaled slowly, resisting the urge to tell the person in front of him to go the hell away. Unfortunately, it would only fuel the fire. The man in front of him was from the local news, and wanted to interview Kieran about the extremists. Kieran was a well-known alpha to the extremists, considering that a few of the religious zealots had mysteriously disappeared on his territory. He forced himself not to growl at the human, and instead told him to go away, in terms that might not have been considered the kindest of tones, and shut the door in the man’s face. One of his pack-mates, Roni Axton, was sprawled on the couch in the living room, and she raised an eyebrow when her alpha stormed into the room. The pack house was sprawling, and had been built into an expansive cave network. Several of the rooms were caves themselves, and though it sometimes seemed barbaric, the design of the home was modern. There was a soft, cream carpet in almost all of the rooms, sans the kitchen, were a stylish tile had been utilized. There were several rooms, most of them bedrooms. There were also two entertainment rooms, the living room, where Roni and Kieran currently were, a massive kitchen and dining room, an outdoor patio, and a room in which Roni could do her healing in peace. The living room had a huge flat screen TV, and a segmented couch, with two recliners on either end, and it was heaven. It was as if the couch swallowed you in its cushy comfort.
Roni was sprawled on the couch, a book propped against her knees, and the TV running in the background. She wasn’t really paying attention to the show – she was more focused on her book – but when her alpha stormed into the room, practically steaming, she glanced up, eyebrow raised. Kieran was clearly pissed, and from the looks of it, his wolf was close to the surface, too. Kieran’s wolf was strong and often close to the surface; it made him terrifying. Most saw Kieran as the shifter version of a black mamba; quick to anger, and even quicker to strike. Because his wolf was so volatile, Kieran had a short temper. If he was in his wolf form, he tended to go feral. When a shifter went feral, their animal was in complete control. The animal would act on instinct, and would disregard their human half for a short time, until they wore themselves out, or the threat was eliminated. A shifter who’d gone feral could be brought back; a shifter who’d gone rogue couldn’t. When a shifter went rogue, the animal took over completely, and the human half was repressed permanently. A rogue shifter would attack anything around it, and often, rogue shifters were put down to protect those around them. While it wasn’t common for a shifter to turn rogue, some couldn’t handle the death of their mate, or separation. If a pair had imprinted on each other, it was possible for them to separate, but the psychological link didn’t fade right away. Most shifters dealt with constant migraines, depression, and a lingering sense of loneliness. Other shifters found that their animal half couldn’t deal with the loss of their mate, and would retreat into their human half completely.
Roni put her book down and shifted so that her feet were touching the soft, plush carpet. “What happened?” she prompted Kieran, who prowled forward and slumped down onto the recliner end of the sofa.
“Damned press,” the alpha growled, reaching down to trigger the foot rest rising. He settled back and glared at the TV. “They don’t understand they’re making our life more difficult, poking and prodding for more information. As if I don’t have enough crap to deal with, especially with the extremists. I’ve no doubt they’ll target us, even though we have quite the reputation.”
Roni made an agreeing noise in the back of her throat. Before she could speak, however, there was another knock at the door. It was frantic and panicked, and Kieran shot to his feet with a wild snarl as he prowled towards the front door yet again. Roni marked her place in her book, set it on the couch, and stood to trail after her alpha.
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Imani stood utterly still for a long moment, barely even daring to breathe. She was crouched in the shadows, watching the two men tear through the apartment she shared with her best friend, Thomsin. The two men were swearing to themselves, throwing things around as they sought out Imani, or Tom. She remained still, as silent as stone. Her cat was pissed, pacing back and forth. She growled and raked her claws against Imani’s stomach, wanting control. Her cat wanted out so she could tear the men to shreds for daring to enter her territory, but Imani refused to shift. She could see that the men had guns, and as pissed off as she was, she was not interested in taking a bullet. Hell no. She ground her teeth, and suppressed the urge to move about as her muscles locked up. She was crouched in the top corner of her closet, on the top shelf. She didn’t fit very well, at least in human form, despite the fact that she was only five feet tall. Still, with her knees tucked up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her shins, it was a tight, extremely cramped fit. There was a pile of pillows and blankets in front of her, and she thanked her lucky stars the men hadn’t thought to search the top shelf. They obviously didn’t deal with feline shifters often. Imani ground her teeth as her cat lashed her tail and raked her claws across Imani’s back, demanding release. No, she muttered to herself. I’m not interested in getting shot, you stupid animal. Despite her current frustration, Imani loved her cat, and was not the least bit ashamed of her shifter nature. She stilled again, holding her breathe, when one of the men spoke.
“There’s no one here,” he grunted, kicking a lamp across the room. “The stupid shifters must’ve gotten wind of us. Maybe we have a leak.”
“Maybe,” the other agreed. “The demons need to die. If you hadn’t torn the place apart, we could’ve waited for them to get home and caught them then.”
“They’re shifters,” he snapped. “They would’ve smelled us, damned demons. Come on, maybe we can catch the little margay on her way home from work. She works at the bar, right? Let’s go.”
There was the sound of footsteps, and the front door opening and slamming shut. Imani stayed in place for another five minutes, barely breathing. She shifted slightly, and the shelf beneath her groaned. She froze, and waited again, surprised that it didn’t break beneath her. When nothing happened for further three minutes, she unfolded her form from the cramped space and crept out of the closet, moving slowly and quietly. The stench of the humans invaded every inch of the apartment; they smelled of sweat and hate and danger, and her cat flexed her claws. Imani exhaled, and moved quickly. She grabbed a duffle bag and started shoving clothes and necessities within it, both hers and Tom’s. While she did, she dialed Tom’s number, cupping the phone to her ear. When her best friend answered, Imani sighed in relief. “Tommy,” she whispered, still hesitant about alerting the humans to the fact that they’d left the apartment occupied, “we need to go. They’ve found us.”
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Feb 20, 2017 0:51:49 GMT -5
Post by 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝 on Feb 20, 2017 0:51:49 GMT -5
{Just one question, mountain lion or bobcat? I can't decide}
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Feb 20, 2017 0:53:22 GMT -5
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Post by Salted Squid on Feb 20, 2017 0:53:22 GMT -5
I'll reply tomorrow hopefully, I'm gonna head off to bed now tho
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Feb 20, 2017 0:54:46 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 0:54:46 GMT -5
{{ Both Spot }}
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Feb 20, 2017 1:00:18 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 1:00:18 GMT -5
{{ Thanks <3 }}
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Feb 20, 2017 1:13:38 GMT -5
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Post by 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝 on Feb 20, 2017 1:13:38 GMT -5
{But that means another character....Hmmm...I think I will} {Now to decide the animal for my boy}
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Feb 20, 2017 1:15:31 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 1:15:31 GMT -5
{{ haha the more characters the merrier. I have 4 c: }}
{{ Shower time }}
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Feb 20, 2017 2:20:13 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 2:20:13 GMT -5
{{ Nothing wrong with wolves! }}
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Feb 20, 2017 9:44:15 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 9:44:15 GMT -5
{{ I love you all }}
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Feb 20, 2017 11:54:49 GMT -5
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 11:54:49 GMT -5
{{ my ribs are hurty so I go night night for a bit }}
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Feb 20, 2017 13:41:16 GMT -5
Post by ℊℓоω on Feb 20, 2017 13:41:16 GMT -5
Thomasin Goldshire Thomasin was in the midst of wiping down tables. The restaurant where she worked, Benito's, was shockingly understaffed for a Saturday. Rebecca, her fellow waitress, had asked to go home with a "stomach ache" and Tom immediately regretted saying it was fine. Seemingly as soon as Rebecca had left people began filing in for a table. Since then she had been practically running from group to group, taking orders, cleaning, and communicating with the kitchen. All of this wasn't helping her stress level. She couldn't explain it--she'd simply woken up with a sick feeling in her chest. Maybe she was coming down with something? "Ma'am," said a man from the table across from her. He was older, maybe in his mid fifties and he was eating with what appeared to be his three college aged children. "We asked for some extra napkins. And it's been five whole minutes." With complete sincerity he looked up at her in expectation. He seemed oblivious to the fact that she was the only one with an apron on in a restaurant overflowing with customers. Tom took a slow breath, forced a smile to her lips, and then said, "I'm so sorry, sir. I will have those for you as soon as I have seated the next table.""But I would like them now, if it isn't any trouble," the man was drawling. Tom's attention snapped away from him, however, as she felt a buzzing in her back pocket. She reflexively drew her ringing phone out and looked at the caller ID. It was her roommate. Odd. Imani knew she was at work, so she would never call unless something was wrong."Excuse me," Tom muttered, and she put the phone to her ear. "Tommy," said the voice on the other line. "We need to go. They've found us." Thomasin felt her heart drop into her stomach. The man at the table was giving her an incredulous look, but she ignored his next question, whatever it was. She looked back to the door. Six people still waiting to be seated. She could hear the bell ringing in the kitchen and the cook barking orders. Glasses tinked with ice and knives scraped on plates. She was numbly aware of blood pounding in her ears."I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry, I have to go," she stuttered to the man. She turned from the table and walked quickly to the back of the restaurant, ignoring every customer that called for her attention. By the time she reached the back door, her apron was over her head and flung to the floor. "Imani, I'll be there as soon as I can. Start packing our things and be ready to go as soon as I pull up," she ordered and then she hung up the phone. Before she left, she stopped by the kitchen and announced that one of the bussers would have to take over. Before anyone could respond, she left.Her car was parked out back. For half a second she considered shifting if it meant getting to Imani faster, but it was impractical. They needed the car in order to get away. The silver sudan was not built for speed, but it would have to do. She leaped in and started the engine. Five minutes later, after speeding through town ten miles per hour over the limit, her car screeched to a stop outside of their apartment building. She ran up the stairs two at a time and then flung open the door. "It's me!" she called inside, "Are you ready to go?" Imani met her at the door, looking a bit panicked but otherwise fine. The apartment was much messier than Tom remembered it. Had the extremists done that? Or Imani? It didn't matter; they needed to leave immediately. The extremists could be back at any minute. Tom grabbed one of the duffel bags from around her best friend's shoulder and led the way back out the door. As they were moving down the stairs, Thomasin explained her plan: "We'll take the car out of town. We need to find a safe place to stay until we know we can change our names and move outside the state. I think I know about a place we can go. My parents sent me an address for emergencies before--" she trailed off. Her parents had died a few years ago. Extremists had raided their family home in Oregon, then set in on fire with her parents trapped in the basement. The fact was irrelevant now, she pushed it from her mind, but the sickened feeling inside of her was growing.Within a matter of seconds they were in the car, Thomasin in the driver's seat. She sped down the street, taking the quickest route to the highway. Their destination was a few hours away, and there was no knowing if they were being tracked. For the most part they drove in silence, only ever exchanging a few words about what had happened or what they needed to do in order to shake the extremists off their trail. Tom's knuckles were white as she clenched the steering wheel. Her animal was agitated, so much so that it took physical effort not to shift. Even as she passed cars on the highway, she felt she wasn't going fast enough. She needed to run until her breath came in gasps and her lungs shuttered with effort. Instead she was confined to a metal box. "I don't know anything about this pack other than they have a safe territory," she said to Imani. "We can't trust them, okay? We're just asking for sanctuary until we know where to go next." Joining a pack was out of the question for her. Her family had been her pack, and that wasn't enough to keep them safe. Making bonds with other shifters only meant opening the door for more heartbreak. Except for Imani. As a pair they could look after each other in a way they couldn't if there numbers were greater. The sun was setting behind the evergreen trees, dyeing the sky a vivid orange and purple chaos. They were deeper into the wilderness now, and buildings were few and far between. Eventually she took an exit off the highway, and they found themselves on a two-lane road going straight into the forest. The trees darkened the world around them. Tom chewed on her bottom lip in silence. Down a long dirt road. For a while she wondered if they were lost. There was no sign of life other than the occasional bird swooping from tree to tree, although they passed one car heading the opposite direction. Several more minutes of empty road. And then a house appeared. It was massive, even in the growing darkness. A light was above the doorway, illuminating a congregation of fluttering moths. Tom looked to Imani. And then, without a word, she killed the engine and got out of the car. Her heart was pounding so rapidly that counting the beats only made her anxiety worse. She led the way up the stairs, and then knocked.She didn't even look to see who answered before saying: "We come to ask for sanctuary. The extremists are on our tail and we fear for our lives."
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Feb 20, 2017 15:23:19 GMT -5
Post by Salted Squid on Feb 20, 2017 15:23:19 GMT -5
Ooh have fun Glow!
I'll get my starter up after work cx))
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Feb 20, 2017 16:22:09 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 16:22:09 GMT -5
C:
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Feb 20, 2017 16:34:15 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 16:34:15 GMT -5
{{ Gonna give a couple people some to respond then I will ^^ }}
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