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Feb 20, 2017 16:39:45 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 16:39:45 GMT -5
{{ You're good Kurai }}
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Feb 20, 2017 17:05:29 GMT -5
Post by Kurai on Feb 20, 2017 17:05:29 GMT -5
Morrow had never expected to be in charge of another life, more so the life of moody and impetuous teenager. Of course the girl was now technically an adult but that didn't change the fact that Cora acted like a child. She moved around their shared room, picking up stray items of clothing and scattered cosmetics. She ran a hand through her long black hair, sweeping it behind her shoulders and out of her pale grey eyes. A breath of exasperation escaped her plump lips as she chucked yet another blouse into the wash basket rested on her hip. Not for the first time she found herself wondering where her life had taken such a turn, almost instantly regretting those thoughts as memories of a younger Cora raced through her mind. She hadn't known then what she was taking on but even now she didn't regret her decision.
She cast her eyes about the room, moving to stuff the clothes in to the washer and leaning back against the side. She needed to get out, socialise with people who could actually hold a conversation. Before she lost her mind entirely she swore off the housework for now and combed her fingers through her hair and quickly touched up her makeup deciding she would go outside and relax for just a few minutes. Stepping into the cool air she instantly felt the strain run away, looking about the place they called home. She loved it here, the scent of pine in the air and the cool breeze on her face. More important than any of that were the people that lived here.
Meanwhile trying her hardest to escape the town was the redheaded teen that cased Morrow so much worry. She stalked through the trees in wolf form, jogging effortlessly over the leaf litter, leaving no trace of her presence. In this form her sense of smell was astute, pointed muzzle low to the ground and tall ears tipped forwards. There was a sense of pride about her motion, her high stepping gait effortless and fluid. Her focus on some unknown target, long plume of a tail lifted high. Some shifters didn't like to remain in their animal form for long periods of time, Morrow was one such shifter and it was a constant source of debate between the two. Her adoptive carer couldn't see the joy she found in spending time here in the forest. In the same way she couldn't understand Morrows tolerance of people, and her need for solitude.
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Feb 20, 2017 17:34:47 GMT -5
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ℊℓоω and Kurai like this
Post by cιnnaмon roll on Feb 20, 2017 17:34:47 GMT -5
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{{ Lou had a big mouth. He was rude and vicious, always spoke his mind and never backed down from a potential fight. What kind of man would he be if he just let everyone walk all over him like he didn't even matter?
A smart one, Riley thought with a sick feeling in his gut. Lou would be much wiser if he knew when to keep his mouth closed and hold his tongue. Of course, he didn't think that would ever happen, but it was a nice thought. It would have saved Riley quite a bit of worry and trouble.
They wouldn't be in their current mess, either, if Lou would just back down for once.
Crouched on the forest floor, Riley held a bleeding, unconscious Lou, shaking his shoulders gently. "Wake up, Lou. C'mon, Lou, c'mon. Get up!" He was mumbling quickly, but his friend wouldn't budge. Didn't so much a move a muscle. Nothing, absolutely nothing, and Riley growled loudly in frustration. There were two men close by, heading their way, armed and angry and ready to finish the job.
Riley didn't have any other choice. He hefted Lou onto his back, not worrying about being careful-----he'd worry later, when they weren't about to be slaughtered-----and began to outright sprint. The wolf shifter ran as fast as he could for as long as he could, holding Lou by the backs of his legs, panting and sweating and internally panicking. Lou was bleeding badly-----he could smell it, knew it was soaking the back of his t-shirt, and Lou's skin felt cold against his hands. "Hang on, buddy. Just hang on for a little longer, okay? We're almost safe, I promise. We're almost there," he rambled, trying to keep himself calm. He couldn't lose Lou, not now, not like this. They couldn't take his best friend away. They couldn't.
At some point, he'd lost the men-----they were too slow to keep up with him, even while he was weighed down by Lou. He would find them, after this, and they would pay, but right now, getting Lou help was his priority. The pack house came into sight much later than he'd thought it would-----he must have been running for over an hour, as it was no longer dark and cold-----and, at this point, he didn't even know if Lou was okay.
What haf started as a routine patrol across their border had turned into a full fledged fight. Lou and he had stumbled into a small group of extremists and Lou, being the stubborn moron he was, had jumped head first into an argument. It had spiraled out of control quickly, so quickly that Riley had blinked and... And Lou had been there, on the ground... Bloody and bruised, with three big, tall men towering over him. And all Riley had been able to do was stare. He hated himself so, so much.
If Lou didn't make it, he'd never be able to live with the guilt.
But Riley needed to find the others, a healer especially, and get help, so he shook off the thought.
"Guys, I need help! Roni, Kieran, someone! Please!" Riley gently eased Lou off of his back and into his arms, the other man's body limp. Completely limp. But he was breathing, yes, however shallow it was. He was alive, though not for long. Not if he didn't get help. "It's okay, Lou. You're going to be okay, alright? Just hang in there, please hang in there." He'd shrugged off his jacket and was pressing it to the wound on Lou's chest, trying to stop the bleeding, wishing he had any sort of healing ability. It made him so sad, looking at Lou, at his bruised, beaten face and pale, lifeless skin. He was trying so hard not to cry. }}
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Feb 20, 2017 18:02:05 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 18:02:05 GMT -5
Okay, typing up a response for y'all <3
Kurai are your characters part of the pack already? If so it's likely they'd live in the pack house
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Feb 20, 2017 18:09:51 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 18:09:51 GMT -5
{{ No worries! }}
{{ Okay, who do you want them to interact with? }}
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Feb 20, 2017 18:16:56 GMT -5
Post by Kurai on Feb 20, 2017 18:16:56 GMT -5
I don't mind, think its likely Morrow will be involved with whatever happens with War's charries as she is right there. Cora however who knows XD)
A call from the outskirts of town roused the dark haired womans attention, the voice was anguished and instantly she knew something was wrong. Cora was her first thought, the girl was never far from trouble so obviously her first concern was her. She hurried in the direction of the call, her long legs covering the ground quickly, glad she has slipped on her converse rather than heels. Guiltily she felt a little relief as the two figures came into view, before once more the wave of concern rose up. Even in human form she could scent the metallic tang of blood and the limp figure resting in the arms of his friend, motionless had clearly come across some trouble.
"What happened?" She asked, wishing so desperately that she had been blessed with the gift of healing. He was battered and bruised, his skin ominously pale. "We should get him inside" she suggested, keeping her voice calm despite her rapidly beating heart, she could see in Riley's eyes he was close to breaking down, someone had to remain composed. She had a basic concept of first aid, in her time during the human cities she had been training as a nurse. Unfortunately what she was had been discovered by a rather unpleasant ex-boyfriend and those dreams had been crushed, her life changed and she found herself here. No she was no healer but perhaps she could help until a more qualified person could reach them.
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Feb 20, 2017 18:42:00 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 18:42:00 GMT -5
Imani Cairne
Imani paced back and forth as she waited for Tom to arrive. It seemed like an eternity before the front door swung open; she swung around, unsheathing her claws, prepared to fight to the bloody death. When she heard Tom's voice call out to her, she relaxed, marginally. It was hard to relax fully when she knew that those humans would've realized that she wasn't at work, and that they were likely on their way back. She breathed a sigh of relief, letting Tom take one of the duffle bags slung over her shoulder, and then they both booked it to the car. For not the first time, Imani thanked her lucky stars that Tom's car was nondescript. If Tom drove a flashy car, it would make them easier to track. She threw the duffle bags in the back seat, leapt into the passenger's, and secured her seat-belt, just as Tom floored it. The car groaned in protest for an instant, before the engine kicked into gear and accelerated the metal box across the town, and onto the highway. There was a long moment of silence, as each tried to digest what had just happened. The terror and uncertainty of the situation that Imani had just escaped crashed down on her and drove the adrenalin rush away. The margay shifter exhaled, pulling her knees up to her chest. Her short stature made it relatively easy in the front seat of the sedan. She rested her forehead on her knees, taking a moment to get control. Her cat was furious, raking her claws across Imani's insides, demanding release. She wanted to hunt the humans down and tear them to shreds, and while Imani shared that desire, she recognized that it would be a very, very bad idea. As they drew closer to their destination, Tom spoke.
"I don't know anything about this pack other than that they have a safe territory," Tom was saying. Imani tried to focus, but the fury of her cat made it hard to pay attention. The rest of what Thomsin was saying blurred together, but Imani got the gist: there was no trusting this pack. They were only there to find some sanctuary, until they could pool their finances again and get the hell of out dodge. She nodded absently, closing her eyes as a wave of memories assaulted her. Imani had been just a little cub when her pride had been annihilated by the extremists. She'd been tossed through the foster care system, but most humans didn't know how to deal with their precious little daughter turning into a pissed off cat at whim. She'd been alone, until she'd met Tom, and her world had shifted. Tom was the only person she could trust; they looked out for each other. If something had happened to Tom today, Imani didn't know what she would've done.
The car wound down a road that was deserted; it drifted through the forest, and if the situation had been different, Imani might've considered it to have been beautiful. The drive had a bitter undertone, though, and the scenery left a bitter taste in the back of her mouth. She wanted to go home, and not for the first time, she missed her family, her parents, her pride, with a fearsome sorrow. Imani stared at Tom, and for a moment they sat there, uncertain. Then it was like a flip had been switched, and they left the car, heading towards the front door. Tom knocked, and didn't hesitate to speak when the door swung inward. Imani nearly died on the spot when she saw who it was. She swore to herself. Kieran Roan. What the hell had Tom gotten them into? Kieran was the black mamba version of a shifter, and he was notorious among the shifter community, partly because his wolf had a tendency to go feral. She didn't speak; Tom was more dominant than her anyway, despite that Imani was a dominant herself. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from growling as her cat raked her claws across her stomach, still furious. The man frowned at them and stared for a long moment, as if judging their intentions. He inhaled sharply, icy blue eyes narrowing as he took in the scent of the two females standing before him. Before he could speak, another person walked up, raising an eyebrow at the two on the doorstep. Despite her fear, Imani had to admit the female was hauntingly beautiful, with dark blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, and stunning green eyes that seemed to stare straight into her soul. Imani averted her gaze.
The man started to speak, but a panicked shout drew his attention.
"Guys, I need help! Roni, Kieran, someone! Please help!" the voice cried, desperate. The female shared a look with the man, and then she disappeared, booking it in the direction of the cry.
"Fine," the man growled. "You can stay. Don't do anything stupid." He spun on his heel and left, leaving the door open behind him. Imani shared a nervous look with Tom, and then trailed after Kieran, entering the home.
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Roni Axton
Roni trailed after Kieran, watching as he swung open the door and frowned. She crept up behind him, coming to a stop next to him. She raised an eyebrow at what she saw. There were two females on the doorstep. One of them was tiny, standing around five feet, and she looked extremely uncomfortable standing there. There was a flash of recognition in her eyes when she saw Kieran, but that wasn't necessarily surprising. Kieran had quite the reputation among the shifter community. There was another female, and from the way the smaller one seemed to defer to her, Roni guessed that the one who'd spoke was the more dominant of the two. She studied them for moment, breathing in to catch their scent. Hm, feline shifters. She didn't come across many of those. Kieran opened his mouth to speak, but there was a desperate shout from some distance. The voice called for Roni or Axton, and judging from the tone, it was likely that Roni was more desired. She was a healer after all. Roni swore to herself, shared a brief look with Kieran, and then took off. She heard her alpha speaking to the two females, but she ignored it. She booked it in the direction of the voice, thanking her shifter genes that granted her increased speed in agility. Within two minutes she'd arrived, and she took one look to assess the situation before she moved.
Lou was sprawled on the ground, soaked in blood. Riley was nearby, pressing some close against Lou's chest, trying to staunch the bleeding, but it was doing very little against the sheer volume of blood pouring out of the wound. Morrow was crouched nearby as well, trying to offer some help, but what Lou really needed was a healer. She swore loudly and then dropped to her knees next to Lou, laying her palm on his forehead. Instantly, luminous patches began to glow on his body, indicating where his injuries were. God, he was really messed up; his entire body was practically glowing. Roni swore again and then leaned forward, pressing her lips against Lou's, as if she were going to give him a kiss. In a way, she did. She breathed in until she could accommodate no air and then lifted her head, turning her face away. She exhaled, and a whoosh of black particles left her lungs. When she'd breathed out all the corruption, she pressed her lips to Lou's again and repeated the process, again and again and again, until the luminous patches had mostly faded, and the dire wounds had been healed. When she was satisfied that Lou wouldn't be dying, she sat back on her heels and exhaled. She was exhausted, pale and shaky. Lou had been severely wounded, and it had taken a lot out of her to heal him.
"He'll be okay," she told Riley, voice strained and exhausted. "He needs rest and some fluids, but he'll survive."
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Feb 20, 2017 19:41:45 GMT -5
Post by 𝚃𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝 on Feb 20, 2017 19:41:45 GMT -5
{Hey guys ^^}
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Feb 20, 2017 19:46:34 GMT -5
Post by Salted Squid on Feb 20, 2017 19:46:34 GMT -5
Man it really, really sucks how I'm stuck at work for another three hours x.x))
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Feb 20, 2017 22:44:47 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 22:44:47 GMT -5
{{ hrm }}
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Feb 20, 2017 23:00:19 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 23:00:19 GMT -5
{{ yay you're alive }}
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Feb 20, 2017 23:16:02 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 23:16:02 GMT -5
{{ Tired lol }}
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Feb 20, 2017 23:31:28 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 23:31:28 GMT -5
{{ Not necessarily :3 They may be like super drawn to the person but it's rare that true mates can recognize each other on sight }}
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Feb 20, 2017 23:36:55 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 23:36:55 GMT -5
{{ mhm }} {{ they also don't have to end up together :3 }}
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Feb 20, 2017 23:42:15 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 23:42:15 GMT -5
{{ it's easier if they are :3 }}
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Feb 20, 2017 23:49:33 GMT -5
Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Feb 20, 2017 23:49:33 GMT -5
{{ c: }}
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Feb 21, 2017 0:04:41 GMT -5
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Post by Salted Squid on Feb 21, 2017 0:04:41 GMT -5
Yay, finally a starter for me cx))
Skylar woke to a dark room and a quiet house, sometime before dawn. Sitting up, she stretched, her wolf letting out a whine of protest. She let her animal out slightly, just enough that her night vision kicked in so she could read her wall clock. It was three AM. Perfect.
With a yawn, she threw back the covers and slipped out of bed, shivering slightly as her bare feet made contact with the cold hardwood floor. Wolf eyes shining in the darkness, giving her a visual advantage, she pulled on a robe, she gathered up the day's outfit and slipped off toward the bathroom.
A ten minute shower and a cup of coffee later, she slipped out the front door of the pack house, scanning the landscape around her as she pulled on her coat. The early morning hours were peaceful, the long private driveway in front abandoned. Frost glistened on the grass; it would melt quickly into dew when the sun came up. She started down the driveway, crossing the narrow two-lane street at the end of it to the woods beyond. The short woman walked for a ways, then paused, closing her eyes. She reached back into her mind, and felt her wolf stir. A moment later, she had shifted, and shook out her thick pelt, much better than her coat at keeping out the early morning cold. Then she took off at a trot, nose up and sniffing the air as she headed toward the border.
By the time that Skylar finished patrolling the section that she had assigned to herself yesterday, a six mile stretch that she had designated high risk, the sun was high in the sky and her paws were growing sore. She began to make her way toward home, still alert for any signs of trouble. Things in her area had been quiet that morning. In fact, they had been almost too quiet, which worried her. Usually that stretch of the border showed signs of extremist activity, but today she had found nothing.
At the edge of the woods, she froze, every muscle in her body going rigid. She raised her muzzle, sniffing the air. She smelled two very distinct new shifters' scents on the air-- one was a wolf, like her, while the other smell was feline. Both were female. There was an unfamiliar silver car sitting in the driveway as well, and the scent of blood hung heavy on the air. A deep growl rose on her throat, the hair rising along her spine. Shifing into human form, much to her wolf's fury, she darted up the driveway and circled around the new vehicle, amber eyes taking in every detail. She made note of the license plate before abandoning the ride, storming up to the door. To her dismay, there was blood on the front stoop. Her wolf strained to escape, howling in fury at the sight of it.
If one of these intruders has hurt anyone in my pack, I'll kill them. Then I'll have Roni heal them so I can kill them again.
She pushed her way into the house, letting the door slam shut behind her. Despite her meager five foot two inch height, she certainly looked intimidating, with her eyes blazing with unconcealed anger and a snarl curling her lips. She looked ready to tear open the first intruder she saw. Her gaze fell almost instantly on Imani and Tom, and she froze, sparks of gold flashing momentarily in her eyes as her wolf nearly forced its way free.
"Who are you?" She demanded sharply, her arms crossed menacingly. "Why are you here? Why is there blood on my doorstep? And where the heck is Kieran?"
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