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Post by mags on May 29, 2017 22:23:52 GMT -5
ill throw luca in either tonight or tmrw im feeling a lil better so i might be able to do it tonight
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 29, 2017 22:29:37 GMT -5
Avery Maxwell Blake. "Ah, what a beautiful sky"
The simple phrase was muttered quietly by a female racing down a California freeway, her slender fingers gripping the wheel of her Honda Civic so firmly that her knuckles were turning white. She was trying to distract her mind from the precarious situation that she had found herself in. The sun had barely made its way onto the sky by the time she had exited from her home pack's territory, so it must've have barely been morning by now. Good. That meant her pack members would just be waking up, she was never really a morning person anyway so they wouldn't miss her for a couple of hours. For once she was grateful for her bad habit.
Glancing down to her dashboard, she checked the time to make sure that her train of thought was indeed correct. The faint blue light read 6:54. Letting out a gratified sigh, she female shook her head and pressed down on the gas pedal. Her older car whined and shot forward with the grinding sound of wheels on asphalt, she was quickly gaining speed. Within seconds she was twenty miles per hour above the speed limit, but that was the last thing on her mind. Maybe being pulled over would give her a moments reprieve from the anxiety gnawing at her stomach. She could deal with simple humans, especially if they were of the male gender.
It appeared that luck was on her side this morning, much to her disappointment, no police cars appeared in her rear view window. What a shame. The road ahead was void of cars, save for a random truck or two. Where she was going, not many people had much reason to go. That is, except for desperate shifters like herself, oh people looking for a death wish. Her father’s pack may have been a big name in the shifter world, but it didn’t hold the same reputation as that of the Sterling Pack. Her father may have been a big and bad alpha, one who wasn’t afraid to take advantage of the weak and enforce his power just for show, but the alpha of this pack was a whole different animal. He had killed the alpha of his pack, who had also been his father. Good on him, what a fantastic idea he had. She thought begrudgingly with a low growl. Sure, the act may have been severe, but with the relationship that she had with her father, there wasn’t much room for other feelings than hate and indifference for her own alpha.
The blurred image outside of her car’s windows had started to change from that of rocky walls to a thick wall of trees, they enclosed both sides of the street creating a wall of sorts. It was certainly unnerving, and almost made her want to turn back, but her decision was final, she couldn’t possible turn back. She was getting close to her destination, closer to pack territory- she could tell because her wolf was becoming annoying to the point that she had to slow down.
Before, her wolf had just been on edge; pacing back and forth furiously as the morning’s events had unfurled before her eyes. Now, her wolf’s agitation was starting to express itself more openly in her human side. “Fckk”, she groaned and pressed one hand to her temple, willing her to calm down. They would get there soon, but apparently not close enough. Her wolf would’ve been more than happy to finish the trip by foot, feeling cramped from being in the car for so long.
Now you must be wondering what had initiated this set of events happening in Avery Maxwell Blake’s life. One easy guess would be it was her father’s fault and you would be correct. Richard Blake had always been intolerable, but as of late her father had been growing more and more daring in a game of “how does one piss my daughter off?”. Not a couple weeks ago her father had mused the idea of Avery meeting another pack’s alpha for the purpose of an alliance, but a mere few days ago she had been told he may have promised her to the said alpha was a prize for supporting his pack. Then he had the audacity to tell the alpha, named Emmet Jackson, that she would be spending the weekend at his place- in fact, one of her pack’s enforcers would be shipping her over before the afternoon was over. I think not. The idea had Avery fuming even now. Once again, she had been reduced to a mere pawn, a handy play piece that happened to have a nice face.
Instead of getting a good night’s sleep to prepare for the weekend escapades, Avery spent the night awake raking her mind of any ideas to get her out of the situation. Many hours later, Avery was sleep deprived, but one crazy idea had bloomed in her mind. She would go where no one dared to. It was going to be great. She had promptly shoved clothing into a duffel bag, and took to staring out her window, procrastinating the inevitable until exhaustion or panic at the prospect of waking up exhausted in a mere few hours forced her to close her eyes. She needed to be somewhat vigilant the next morning- especially when she was being watched.
Her recollection of the day’s events had left her day-dreaming, shaking her head, Avery looked up and saw the Sterling Pack’s territorial gate looming up ahead. Slowing the car down, she grabbed the wheel with both hands and peered out the windshield. She couldn’t see much from her vantage point, but her hypersensitive smell instantly recognized the scent of a stranger.
Well, lets get this show on the road
The half-heartedly optimistic thought floated through her mind as she slowed to a stop and climbed out of the car. The chilly morning air licked at her skin, sending shivers up her spine. She probably could have dressed better for the occasion, her lithe frame was clad in dark-washed jeggings, a loose long sleeved maroon t-shirt and dark knee-high boots. Eh, she was dressed. That was an accomplishment for her this early in the morning. Stalking forward she stopped before the gate and looked at the guard shifter.
Huh. She was a female.
“I need to see your alpha.”
That was all she said. That was all she needed to say, and that was all she was going to say. Crossing her arms over her chest, she tilted her head and started to study the woman before her.
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 29, 2017 22:30:10 GMT -5
im sorry that took so long
its still horrid lmao
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 29, 2017 22:48:51 GMT -5
Aww thanks<3 I started to ramble a bit tho
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Post by anathema on May 29, 2017 22:52:15 GMT -5
ryland seymour doss ❝ when the world gets too heavy put it on my back, i'll be your levy ❞ ♡ Waking up early was rather easy for someone who was used to getting up and helping prepare breakfast in the early morning for the rest of the pack, so it wasn't shocking that Ryland was already awake. The only thing that was different about this morning in particular was that he had no need to be awake extra early because Yael, who usually cooked the meals, was away this morning, and Rowan had taken on the task of feeding the pack. Normally he would offer his assistance, but it appeared that the alpha seemed content taking on the task on his own, and quite honest, Ryland didn't want his leader to think that the humanitarian was under the impression that the alpha couldn't take the task on himself (which wasn't the case at all, it was just a very busy, big task), and that was why he didn't say anything, and Rowan didn't really ask for help. He had also unmistakably caught the scent of sandalwood and citrus when he had first woken up, and knew that Rowan had passed his cabin, though it wasn't quite uncommon for the members of the pack to be out and about before dawn. So, he didn't think much of it.
Ryland had just stepped out of the shower and was currently in the process of towel-drying his thick, dark brown hair after he had finished drying the rest of his body off. He hung the towel up on the towel rack and slipped on a grey t-shirt, layering a soft blue hoodie over it, and pulled on black jeans and socks. Then, he placed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose, and began to style his hair messily back and away from his forehead. Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he brushed his teeth and slipped on a pair of well-loved light brown leather boots, before rolling up the bottoms of his jeans. So stylish. He rolled his eyes at himself. It was a half-hearted attempt at looking presentable.
He chewed on the inside of his cheek before unplugging his phone and sliding it into his back pocket. He figured he could go ahead and head over to the main cabin and see if Rowan needed any help if he didn't have breakfast finished, but with how late he decided to leave his cabin this morning, he wouldn't be surprised if some of the others had beaten him there first; some of his fellow pack mates were true early birds.
Ryland stepped out of his cabin, shutting the door gently and taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air. From the distance of his cabin to the lengthy separated distance to Elaina's cabin, the scent of fresh roses and vanilla was stale meaning the seer had already left earlier this morning. She must have passed up his cabin while he was in the shower, and he hadn't caught her scent because he was more preoccupied with the water beading on his skin. He didn't smell much else, other than the still barely lingering stale scent of Rowan from earlier, as well as the crisp cool September air with a hint of the leaves and the grass.
Ryland began his trek towards the main cabin, feet crunching on the occasional dead and dried leaves that had fallen earlier than the rest of the still-turning ones onto the path that he walked upon. It was quiet, save for the birds singing, which was why he enjoyed early mornings, as well as super late nights. Nothing could quiet beat such peacefulness.
Before he knew it, Ryland had arrived at Rowan's cabin. He opened the door, entering and taking off his shoes at the front to be polite; it wasn't a requirement to enter, but he felt like he was being less intrusive by doing so. He inhaled the aromas that were already swirling about in the cabin and were most likely gathered up together in the kitchen. He smelled a mixture of fresh roses, vanilla, sandalwood, citrus, honeysuckle, herbs, coffee, and car exhaust. He had an idea of which four members of the pack were upstairs.
He climbed the stairs with ease, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose where they had slid down ever so slightly, and made it to the opening of the kitchen. His assumptions were proven correct and Ryland wasn't surprised to see Rowan, Robin, Elaina, and Colby, all in the kitchen. He felt a bit awkward that he wasn't one of the very first ones here like he usually was but brushed it off.
"Good morning, all." Ryland greeted smoothly, rubbing the back of his neck and offering a kind smile before taking the open seat next to Colby. He didn't want to interrupt anymore than he already had, so that was all that he spoke.
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Heterosexual
appzy
pity those who don't feel anything at all.
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Post by appzy on May 29, 2017 23:01:14 GMT -5
rowan gray hunter
fate whispers to the wolf, "you cannot withstand the storm" and the wolf whispers back, "i am the storm"
Only a few moments of bliss had passed as Rowan drank his black cup of coffee. He was hoping that the majority of the wolves would be late in their morning routines but of course, he was never one to be graced with good luck.
He heard the delicate footsteps on the steps before he saw the female that they belonged to. It was Robin, her natural scent of honeysuckles was the first thing he smelled over his coffee. A welcoming smile was graced upon her face, which made his lips tug up at the ends. He wasn't the biggest smiler around, but sometimes the wolves of the pack were just so happy. It was just so different to how life used to be. After the last five years, you would think that the tension coiled up in Rowan's body would have loosened, but if anything, it has gotten worse.
Staying leaned against the counter, he took another sip of the hot liquid. "Good morning, Robin," he grumbled, his voice naturally deep and rather husky. "Hope you slept well." He not only smelled the natural honeysuckles upon her body but also the scent of her chickens. It normally wasn't so dominant in her scent, so it meant she enjoyed some time with her birds before coming to breakfast. Good for her.
Just as he took another sip of his drink and was going to ask the healer what she would prefer for breakfast, the door slammed opened. His eyes riveted to the side, wondering who was coming up in such a hurry. He softly inhaled, and recognized the distinctive scent of the seer of the pack, Elaina. Her smell was soft and delicate, just as she was; a simplistic mixture of vanilla roses. As she came into the room, she looked like she had seen a ghost; she didn't look like her normal self. Her hair was blown back, a few wet pieces sticking to her face and her eyes wide. Oh. Oh. It was the tell-tale sign that she had an unnerving vision, but before Rowan could say anything, she spoke first ... and confirmed his suspicions.
He noticed the quick glance over at Robin, but it seemed that resolution came about. It was alright to speak of the visions in front of the pack, and even more alright to speak in front of a healer, especially one as compassionate as Robin. Rowan was just about to ask her what it was going, hoping that it was not as bad as her face seemed it to be. The pack needed a break, they needed just a little bit of peace. Rowan's reputation went far, but only so far and would only last so long before it would bite him in the aśs.
However, he wasn't quite able to get the words out just as another wolf prowled into the kitchen. Colby. Rowan gave a quick nod of hello in his direction as he moved passed the two females, wordlessly, and placed himself at the table. Of course, he was probably hungry and unfortunately for them -- their alpha had yet to start making breakfast. He was not the usual cook, and ugh, he prayed that the lovely Yael would be back sooner than later. He wanted her to visit with friends but he was quite selfish in the fact that he rather not make breakfast.
The alpha turned his head back to look at Elaina, and he couldn't help the frown that crossed over his face. "What did you see?" He growled softly. As much as he didn't want to alarm the pack with a vision, it was more important for her to tell regardless of who was in their presence.
Just as he spoke once again, another wolf entered the coffee-smelling kitchen. Ryland. Again, Rowan left his welcoming to a simple nod of his head, moving his chin up in a welcoming fashion. His eyes quickly shifted back to Elaina, now the question was -- would she actually tell him?
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 29, 2017 23:06:55 GMT -5
These quality posts have me dancing for joy
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on May 29, 2017 23:15:04 GMT -5
ahhh this is so good~ i'll hopefully have a starter for leo up tonight<3
pray for my sleep schedule
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 29, 2017 23:15:15 GMT -5
robin ashwood --
Slept well? Haha, very funny. She hadn't had a wink of sleep last night, and she was doing her best to not show that. Surprisingly she wasn't all that tired, especially now that her mind was mostly clear of what had been biting her last night. Not the type to lie, however, she merely gave something of a nod in response to his comment. "The night gave me comfort," she replied finally. In a sense it had comforted her - the wolf she had let loose found solace eventually through the shadows of the night. Even if she hadn't slept, the night hadn't been too terrible.
Almost as soon as Robin noticed that somebody else had entered the cabin's kitchen, the female felt the wolf part of her spirit bristle its fur. Even in her human form the healer could smell a sense of urgency coming from the approaching pack member. Something was wrong, and apparently really wrong.
It was Elaina who came in. The wolf inside Robin was beginning to pace back and forth, ears flattened and tail twitching in anticipation. Elaina wasn't the type of person to just burst in with a nervous energy if nothing was wrong. In an instant the recognition that the other female coming into the room was none other than the pack's seer, a submissive wolf but with just as much importance as a dominant wolf. Robin willed her wolf to calm down. She allowed her human self to calm down as well. Before she had realized it she had been stiff, taut. Her forest green eyes had narrowed into predator-esque slits as if she were ready to strike out. Knowing that it was only Elaina and not some crazed intruder, Robin did feel a bit calmer, but she was still on edge. Her nerves were jumping about like a warren full of rabbits. Then a thought practically kicked Robin in the mind. Had Elaina had a vision? She hadn't had one in, what, over a year? By the way she's acting this vision doesn't seem like it's any good. Dammit.
It wasn't long before the healer's suspicions proved to be true. The seer did have a vision. Robin felt her throat tighten. This was serious. Did she need to leave now? Visions were something that needed to be reported to the alpha first out of all the pack so it only made sense for Robin to get up and leave. She could make breakfast in her own cabin - a simple bowl of granola and milk wouldn't be hard for her to handle. Or, hell, she could easily cook up an egg or two. With her chickens she had plenty of eggs all the time, though she usually donated the eggs to the pack's main kitchen to be used for large breakfasts. But the way Elaina seemed to be speaking... Did she really want Robin to be there when she explained the vision? The healer was sure she would feel out of place, but... No. She would go, but only if Rowan allowed it. If her alpha told her to stay behind then she would - the seer's vision was of no business to her until Rowan made it her business.
Shi-
Of all times for a decent number of pack members to be awake at this time and wanting breakfast... Robin glanced over at Colby, doing her best to make a welcoming smile. "Ah, hmm," she cleared her throat in hopes of not coming off as awkward, though her effort pretty much failed, "morning there, Colby." Quickly did the healer shoot a glance to her alpha and seer. 'Take this to a different room,' her gaze said. If anything Robin would let Rowan and Elaina go off and she would stay back and occupy Colby for the time being. She would go to where ever she was needed whether that be here or with the other two shifters.
In a sense she felt pulled in two different directions. Her first instinct was to be there for Elaina. She seemed in shock almost. Automatically Robin wanted to start brewing a calming tea for the seer - chamomile with honey would certainly help with the frazzled nerves. It would calm the poor female down. But then another part of her wanted to stay with Colby and not leave him completely alone after just walking in. The brown-haired female took in a deep breath. At once she came to a conclusion - if Elaina felt like she needed Robin around, then forget Colby, Elaina needed her more. Colby was a submissive anyway, and while the seer was as well, Robin felt as if the power to see into the future was a tad bit more important than that of a hacker's job; not that Colby's role in the pack was any less, but visions were a matter of life or death.
It seemed like fate was on her side as another pack member entered the kitchen - Ryland. Robin let out a long sigh of relief. Now she wouldn't feel bad about leaving Colby now that he would have somebody there with him if she was needed. The two males could converse with one another over coffee or whatnot while the other three went over the seer's vision. Even if she wasn't going to sit with him for much longer - or so she was assuming - Robin greeted the newcomer. "Good morning, Ryland." Relief swept over her when she noted how steady her voice was now. There wasn't any awkwardness there like there had been earlier with Colby.
So Robin didn't even have to worry about leaving the other members of the pack. God, she made herself worry over nothing. She probably seemed like a complete fool now. Keeping her attention on her pack, especially Elaina, Robin made her way over to the stove. Without even asking if she could she began getting out the necessary items to make some tea. Even if Elaina rejected it once Robin had it made, the healer certainly wouldn't mind drinking it herself. She glanced over to the males and one other female. "I'm listening, so please, continue; however, I'll be making tea. Chamomile and honey if anybody's interested." Keeping that comment short and quaint, Robin went on about her business, fishing out the herb and honey she needed - Robin always made sure there were some of the more edible herbs kept in the kitchen at all times.
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Post by Gengar on May 29, 2017 23:18:46 GMT -5
;w; *didn't realize we were doing quotes that described our characters* o-ok guys. time to pick out new quote cx
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 29, 2017 23:23:19 GMT -5
quotes are for loserssss ;D *shot*
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 29, 2017 23:29:12 GMT -5
loser overlord
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 29, 2017 23:32:26 GMT -5
that's you already. you are your goal
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Lesbian
#ACEBF6
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
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Post by Feathertalon on May 29, 2017 23:36:28 GMT -5
better watch out some other loser might undermine u for dominance
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 29, 2017 23:44:20 GMT -5
Sounds like a challenge
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on May 29, 2017 23:45:09 GMT -5
leo castamere
Mornings for the head enforcer came too quickly, and he felt like he'd just closed his eyes after collapsing in his bed from his late night. He was always the last to bed, or at least, he thought so. Despite busy and long days, his nights were even longer. He moved like a wraith in the shadows, the soft scent of salt and ocean spray lingering against every cabin. He stalked the perimeter, forcing himself to ensure every wolf was safe in their cabins. Especially Rowan's. It felt less like his duty because of his position, but rather because he genuinely worried over Rowan.
There might have been a time when Leo longed for something more with his alpha, but he made sure never to let his instincts go beyond his protective nature. He leashed his frustrated wolf and knew full well that Rowan was not his. But, the alpha had had a hard life, the hard outer shell of Rowan had been battered and beaten for so long. Leo had promised himself long ago, he'd never judge his pack mates, or pry, and he didn't. But, he couldn't help feel a gnawing, nagging sensation in his stomach whenever he considered Rowan too long.
Before long the sun streamed onto the large bed in the center of Leo's room, making the red haired boy stir and shift in his empty bed. Sleep had evaded him so long last night, and when at last he'd managed to slip into a deep sleep, the sun roused him for his morning duties. The sun danced on his freckled body, warm against his already overheated body. Leo was practically smothered by heavy blankets.
Slowly he roused himself, shaking sleep from his limbs, rubbing his eyes and stumbled to the bathroom for a half shower. He just slapped water on his face, scrubbed soap over his arms, rinsed it off, and threw on some semi-clean clothes. A gray hoodie and a pair of loose, but comfy sweatpants. His red hair was even more of a mess after a night of being smooshed against a pillow, but Leo was more awake than before, which wasn't quite saying much.
Morning Leo was the equivalent to a zombie.
But luckily, he didn't need much brain power to step outside and shuffle to Rowan's cabin. Leo, unaware of Elaina's vision, entered the cabin's kitchen to find pack mates already warming the area. Leo relaxed as the scents of sandalwood, herbs, honeysuckle, rose, vanilla, pine, coffee, and exhaust mingled with his own oceanic scent. "Mornin', all." He said, but it got mingled with a yawn and didn't quite come out right, but the idea was still there.
It seemed like breakfast had been stalled, which Leo wouldn't complain about, because he smelled coffee, a somehow different kind of scent than Colby. He went straight for the coffee, pouring himself a hearty cup before returning to the world of the living and blinked. "Hey guys," he said wandering over to Ryland and Colby, but not sitting down with them, rather leaning against one of the chairs. He was cut off again by a yawn, and he glanced around. Rowan and Elaina were talking, hushed and quiet, together. And Robin, he sniffed the air, it seemed like she was making a calming tea? What was going on?
He shook it off, figuring Rowan would drag him in if he needed to. "Anyone start breakfast yet?" He wondered to Colby and Ryland, his hand sliding through his red hair. He figured he could at least start it, if need be. He could probably whip up pancakes, and possibly find some fruit? He knew Rowan was in charge of it when their sweetheart was away, but just looking at Rowan, anyone could tell he was not the cook of the pack.
[ ugh this is not my best writing, i'll admit. i'm sorry i'm about to fall asleep ]
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Post by Gengar on May 29, 2017 23:49:14 GMT -5
what do you mean the smell of exhaust is out of place with all the other scents? i, for one, have five car exhaust candles lit right now
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Post by Nιɳʝα☯ on May 29, 2017 23:49:28 GMT -5
What do you mean it's perf And so is Leo
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Post by mags on May 29, 2017 23:50:44 GMT -5
luca monti (sleep deprivation is not luca's friend & it's not mine either. sorry for the kinda rough post, guys, but i'm about to pass out) - - - - -
There were a couple of things worth noting about Luca Monti.
1. Sleep was his best friend in the whole wide world. 2. Without sleep, Luca was one big, irritable grump.
So. When he failed to fall asleep at all that night, it put him into one foul mood. (And it wasn't as if the pack's beta was one big ball of sunshine and rainbows when running on a full night's rest either; no, on the contrary, he was just a slightly...less short-tempered version of his sleep-deprived self.)
After hours upon hours of tossing and turning in his bed, the male rose -- reluctantly -- from his bed, pulled on a pair of sweats and a black t-shirt, and went for a run.
The crisp, night air burned Luca's nose with every sharp inhale, and with every controlled exhale, plumes of warm breath escaped his slightly-parted lips. There was nothing more liberating than a run through the woods, especially at this time of night. When everything was silent. Still. Motionless. No squirrels chirping at one another as they hopped from tree to tree, no sounds of birds harmonizing to begin the morning. Only the soft howl of the wind echoed through Luca's ears as he sprinted, breathing heavily, through the dense pine.
Thankfully, the run managed to help him curb his own temper, and put him into a better mood. Not a good mood, by any means, but anything was better than that with which he'd started.
By the time he returned to his own cabin, dawn was beginning to break, and the first hints of grey daylight began to seep through the breaks in the trees, forming shadows along the soft, damp earth. He slowed to a walk as he approached the front door, raising his hands over his head and interlacing his fingers. Heaving a single, rather exacerbated sigh, he allowed himself a moment's pause on his porch, breathing in the morning air as his honey-brown eyes flickered closed.
(Several strings of thoughts raced through his mind in this moment. Most of which surrounded one individual in particular: Yael. Now, it wasn't that he particularly liked the female -- he didn't dislike her, either -- but? He missed her. Probably because she was the one member of this pack who could actually cook a decent meal. Not that he was complaining about Rowan's cooking, but...he was no Yael. She just needed to come home already. She needed to restore peace and stability to the whole "food and cooking" situation. He wasn't about to complain about Rowan, though -- at least, not to his face. He could just hope and pray that Yael returned reasonably soon. That wasn't too much to ask, right?)
Soon enough, he strode indoors. Morning was coming; time was ticking. And he didn't want to be too late to breakfast (though, knowing Rowan, he likely wouldn't start cooking right away, anyway).
He took his sweet time in the shower, allowing the warm water to slowly wash away the dirt and the grime and the sweat, and when he emerged, he quickly pulled on some fresh clothes. Luckily for him, Rowan's cabin was not too far from his own. He would be able to make it over there in no time at all.
He gave himself five minutes to make the walk, and he was climbing the alpha's front steps in under four.
The beta ran a hand through his damp hair as he crept almost silently across the cabin's hardwood floor, and as he entered the kitchen, his arms crossed over his chest. For a moment, he simply leaned against the far wall, taking in the room before him, scanning the faces of those huddled around the table, breathing in the familiar scents he knew all too well.
His brow puckered as his golden eyes landed upon Elaina, as he noticed the pallor staining her cheeks, the unkempt look to her that was so...for lack of a better word, un-Elaina. He prowled closer, lips tightening into a single line across his face, gaze hardening into a cool, authoritative stare. From where he stood, he met Rowan's gaze, and one of his dark eyebrows slightly raised in question.
For the moment, he didn't dare interrupt. And his eyes shot to Leo as he strode in, completely oblivious to the tension of the situation at hand.
For once that morning, all thoughts of Yael and food drained from his mind. All Luca was thinking about was the golden-haired female sitting just across from their alpha, and his curiosity as to what it was that she could have seen.
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Post by ʀᴀᴠᴇɴωᴏʟғ ♥ on May 29, 2017 23:56:43 GMT -5
leo is perf that is undeniable.
i'm so glad you like him<3 he's so cute, ah, i love him too i'm so excited /dances/
that line sums of leo in a nutshell xD
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