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Post by Witchy on Jun 10, 2019 20:25:12 GMT -5
"No just out of the pack house and away from that...." She said pointing to her desk and the four models and blueprints. "Come on..." She said pulling him out of the room.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 10, 2019 20:53:35 GMT -5
Delvin allowed her to drag him out. He was just happy to spend some time with her. "We shall let out wolves guide the way."
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Post by Witchy on Jun 10, 2019 21:08:45 GMT -5
"Of course," She smiled and released his arm running out the door and shifting in mid air. She landed gracefully on her paws twisting back barking at him playfully. 'Lets go!'
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 10, 2019 21:50:30 GMT -5
Delvin laughed as he started racing towards her. He managed to change midway through and he appears right in front of her. "Let's get going then! He said before racing off towards the forest.
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Post by Witchy on Jun 10, 2019 22:14:38 GMT -5
Deana barked and ran after her catching up quickly. She soon caught up to her mate and nipped at his heels before passing him and jumping in his path. "Catch me if you can!"
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 10, 2019 22:40:51 GMT -5
Delvin lets out a mix between a huff and a growl before racing after her. Naturally, her lean body would give her an advantage. However, he was pretty fast in his own right despite his muscular frame. Oh you are so on!
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Post by Tawnyfire on Jun 11, 2019 3:33:06 GMT -5
Name: Shika Himura // Description: Shika has messy, salmon pink hair(dyed of course), fair skin and curious hazel eyes. he is on the lean side and has long legs to accompany that. he has a scar on his arm from where he fell on a sharp rock and had to get stitches. Shika wears a cream colored jacket over a T-shirt with a pair jeans and his white sneakers; he's never seen without a pair of brown goggles or faded red scarf, as they were gifts from his parents. Shika also tends to wear an old pale brown watch and green bracelet. // Age: 20 // Personality: Shika hides his own problems behind a mask, because he doesnt want to worry anyone. Shika can sometimes can be a bit selfless and cares for other deeply, always seeing the good in people. he loves to cook and is quite good at it; he wants to go to culinary school, but simply cant afford it. He tends to get sad if someone asks about his parents and will try to avoid the question. He tries sees people for who they are and not what they are, but that doesn't always work. // Human // Job: Shika works as a cook at roberts diner 5 days a week, saturday and sunday being his off days. // Shika was 9 years old when his parents died from a car crash. Shika's birthday had been a few days before hand, his parents having given him a pair of goggles and a scarf; which after they died, he never let them out of his sight. Shika was sent to live with his grandparents until he was 18 and could live on his own. While living with his grandparents shika learned to cook from his grandmother and that started his love of cooking, but he also learned about his grandfather being a retired hunter. Shika never agreed with his grandfather who hated the supernatural for reason shika thought were petty, but he never said so out loud. // Other:// SN: The Fanvergent One
(how's this? im a bit rusty at this)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 11, 2019 22:11:58 GMT -5
Welcome!)
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Post by Tawnyfire on Jun 11, 2019 23:52:07 GMT -5
(thanks :3)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 12, 2019 14:19:43 GMT -5
Np)
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Post by Morior on Jun 13, 2019 16:08:03 GMT -5
Mat jumped out of his truck upon pulling into the gas station and starting filling the tank up, looking down at his phone often as he kept getting messages. Friend was asking for a favour to move two old tree stumps off their new yard with his truck. The week before he'd helped them move the furniture in. Never got much thanks but it wasn't like him to refuse a friend in need anyway. He leaned on the truck's door glancing up at people passing along the sidewalk. (anyone have open characters?)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 13, 2019 21:28:25 GMT -5
(I do! Want him to meet one of the other hunters or one of the wolves but maybe not know it?)
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Post by Tawnyfire on Jun 13, 2019 22:19:07 GMT -5
(i have shika open as well.)
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Post by Morior on Jun 13, 2019 23:11:34 GMT -5
(maybe he could meet a wolf character. I'm thinking of making one right now)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 13, 2019 23:21:01 GMT -5
(Okay! lol)
Lexa pulled her Jeep into the gas station and hopped on out. She stretches her limbs before moving to the pump and filling up her Jeep. She planned on grabbing a few snacks or several before heading off.
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Post by Morior on Jun 13, 2019 23:30:31 GMT -5
Mat watched Lexa pull up, admiring her car for a moment, but thinking it might not be the best kind of car for the cold mountainous climate. He stuffed his phone into his pocket and pulled the gas pump out. He turned and walked towards the store to pay.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 13, 2019 23:38:59 GMT -5
Lexa glanced over at Mat before putting the pump away and heading inside. Once inside, she goes towards the candy isle and starts debating on what to get. She wanted to at least grab a handful. Mmmm I could get chips but I have plenty at home.
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Post by Morior on Jun 14, 2019 0:11:56 GMT -5
Mat absent-mindedly passed through a couple aisles of snacks for a few minutes, trying to delay driving off to his friend's. He decided not to get anything, since he didn't want anything, but accidentally bumped into Lexa making his way to the front counter. "Sorry," he said as he turned briefly to look at her, to make sure she heard him.
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Rainbow
Rusty!
Certified himbo
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Post by Rusty! on Jun 14, 2019 15:03:41 GMT -5
Name: Patrick Sailer// Description: Patrick is an average caucasian male who could be described as handsome. He has thick, reddish brown hair that sits atop his head in an unruly, curly mess. He often wears a worn brown hunting jacket, a pair of blue jeans, and hunting boots with dried mud on them. He stands at 5'9" tall. His tan backpack features many pins featuring pop culture references. // Wolf Form: N/A (Human) // Age: 19 // Personality: Despite his rather tragic past, Patrick has a relatively happy attitude. He tries to remain positive and humorous even in dark situations. Bad jokes are his way of coping with things, usually. Despite his happy attitude on the exterior, he's got some emotional baggage he carries with him. // Human // Rank: N/A // Job: He works as a freelance private detective // Background: Patrick was born the son of a private detective and an exotic dancer. His mother died shortly after childbirth, his father turning to drink. He'd loved his mother quite a lot, and Patrick seemed to be the only piece of her left behind. He took Patrick under his wing, teaching him various little detective tricks. Young Patrick was pretty good at these skills, finding missing toys for his friends or threaten to expose his teachers' affairs if they didn't give him an A on the test he didn't study for. The day his father died was the day he really grew up. Patrick vowed he'd find the person who shot him, but never could. It took a toll on him emotionally. Eventually, he graduated highschool and decided to try his hand at traveling the world. Hopefully he'd find some interesting mystery to solve out there. // Other: Maybe a little gay// SN: Rascal
( lemme know if there are any mistakes or if i need more junk )
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 14, 2019 20:39:05 GMT -5
adding)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 15, 2019 0:13:15 GMT -5
Lexa blinked as she turned to look at the man. "Your're fine I barely felt it." She said with a small wave of her hand. "No harm no foul."
Jason and a few hunters happened to be near by and chatting about stuff. "Someone really ought to do something!" One of the men said his arms crossed over his chest. "I'm tired of waiting around and chasing after lone wolves!" Jason leaned back on his heels. "Trust me I'm as anxious as you are. However, you know we are forbidden from engaging the pack. Don't you remember how many died last time?"
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 15, 2019 20:06:18 GMT -5
Jason and the hunters give him a look before glancing at one another. Jason is the who speaks up after a while. "You don't look like the hunting type son." He said keeping his tone cool.
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Post by Morior on Jun 15, 2019 21:43:26 GMT -5
Mat blinked at Lexa for a moment, thinking her response was a bit odd. "Okay." he nodded to her before continuing towards the counter. He paid for the gas but dropped his wallet briefly, sighing as he picked it up, and obviously not looking forward to the day. At the last moment he decided to grab a can of coffee as he paid.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jun 15, 2019 23:55:35 GMT -5
"This isn't your ordinary game." Jason said moving his hands into his pockets. "We are talking about wolves. There are some really big ones around here and trust me they could take you down in a second if you aren't careful." Jason figured this guy must be passing through. Every so often regular hunters try to jump in and ask to join in their hunting party. If only they knew the real danger.
Lexa grabbed the candy she wanted and decided to grab a water too. She gathered her things and placed them down on the counter.
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Post by Tawnyfire on Jun 16, 2019 1:03:09 GMT -5
Shika placed a plate with an omelette and toast on it on the window between the kitchen and sitting area of the diner, before noticed that was the last order for now. "finally," shika muttered to himself. he may have loved to cook, but as soon as he finished one order he had to move on to the next most of the time. Shika looked out the window and into the sitting area of the restaurant, wondering how long till the next order came through.
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