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Post by bloodrosepelt on Jan 4, 2024 23:46:21 GMT -5
glad you both like, and that is fine Lazzylake.)
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 5, 2024 0:38:32 GMT -5
++ Charlemagne Cross -- Charlemagne made a quiet sound, almost an objection when the darker she-wolf was sent tumbling. Even as he backed away with his son, his pale eyes were hastily scanning her body and taking stock in the way she moved. His vision is nigh-perfect despite the world's darker shading; the flow of blood is steady and readily visible. It's another severe wound- but she's lucky that she didn't have time to brace for the blow, or she'd have risked breaking bones. While she has succeeded in turning the situation around, Charlemagne is still loathe to leave Teagan to face the rogues alone. With he and his unexpected partner out of commission and the cubs freed, however, it looks as if he has no choice. He can only hope that the Beta has reinforcements nearby-
"Thank you. Take care." He tells her, though it's likely she's distracted with her fangs in the werebear's leg. It cheers him to see that she isn't struggling as he did, just as it galls him. If Teagan fails to kill or seriously injure their attackers...Charlemagne has their scent. And he won't soon forget it.
His attention then hones in on the werewolf approaching him with clear pain in her features but a resolute glint in her hazel eyes. Charlemagne halts his backward movement to surrender the younger coyote and circles around to support her injured shoulder. "My triage kit is roughly two kilometers from here-" His mind goes to the route he took, analyzing it for a quicker, smoother return journey. "-to arrive as quickly as possible, we may need to cross or otherwise circumvent a ravine." His companion is as eager to move as he is, and the werecoyote spares one last thought for the bloodstained scene they leave behind before picking up the pace as much as he is able.
Labored breaths hiss out between clenched teeth, forcing himself to put weight on his injured leg with every other step to make up for the unevenness in the she-wolf's gait. Without the benefit of fear and adrenaline- at least the kind inspired by immediate involvement in a desperate situation- Charlemagne's body feels bogged down by both emotional and physical exhaustion. He hasn't given up- and he'd carry Bruno alone through mud with half his limbs if need be- but it seems he is reaching the limits of this form's vitality. The full moon may be greatly contributing to his ability to move his paws, as otherwise he has never had much in the way of stamina or endurance as an animal.
His mind swims with nebulous calculations on how much blood they're collectively losing, and how much they can afford to lose...so he seeks to distract himself.
"Bruno. I- thought you should know the name of the child you're saving." Because he will be saved. Charlemagne will treat him and take him home and protect him better than he ever has before.
"Thank you, Miss...Levington?" His mental voice tilts upward in inquiry. The doctor has seen the surname on his list of Shifter patients, albeit rarely. And knows of both a family pack by that name and a deputy that Metaxas has mentioned in passing. With the time to access that knowledge, he can surmise his companion may be affiliated. He can think of no other werewolf that would be welcome on Primal Blood grounds during the full moon, let alone close enough or with the inclination to spring into action in service of unknowns. His fur prickles with unease at such proximity to a shifter that the animal in him views as a threat, but in much lower quality to the rogues who terrorized his son. In fact, the ferocity with which she defended them has gone a long way toward dropping his guard. He finds himself gently brushing his tail against hers. A minute flick.
"Not much farther now."
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 5, 2024 1:21:10 GMT -5
Bruno slowly comes to though he wasn't all the way there. He lets out a low whimper unsure of what was going on. His head was pounding and his whole body ached. He opens his eyes a little and sees a figure dragging him. "D-Dad?" This was all to much and he ends up blacking out once more.
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Post by Junospower on Jan 5, 2024 1:23:05 GMT -5
The wolverine narrows his eyes at Jack. How dare he refer to him as a badger! "Surely, you know where the Primal Bloods call home? That is all I wish to know. As for your creator, well they are a paranoids type. Seems to think someone or something is after them. The sandy wolf slowly rises to his feet. "Careful Ryder, I don't think you can take him" He said in a low voice. There was something unnerving about this werewolf and that scared him. Never heard of these “Primal Bloods”. I only smelled a pack near where I woke up hours ago. He growled to the wolverine. Perhaps my so called “creator” should be paranoid. Where are they? If they’re your alpha, perhaps we can have a chat?What are you doing? Don’t!
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Post by Junospower on Jan 5, 2024 1:23:36 GMT -5
(Sorry I’ve been so poofy guys :< )
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 5, 2024 1:27:32 GMT -5
(New character alert!!) Name: Dammion Walter (Walt) Phillips
Description: Dammion, or simply Walt as he used to go by, is a 54 year old human [he/him] with a pale almost ghostly complexion and thin, lanky frame. He stands at around 5'10 though he hunches over a little due to age. His hair is either neatly combed over or messy depending on the situation, and is a light brown that is beginning to fade into grey at the roots. Their hazy eyes are honey brown and can change from serene to crazed in an instant. Dammion has healed claw marks on his left hand from an unknown creature, and his hand trembles when provoked or stressed.
Dammion can often be seen wearing any pairs of clothes the typical gardener wears. He owns many pairs of sunhats and gloves due to his profession. He typically still wears leather gloves even outside of working to cover up the injuries on his hand. The other clothes he does wear are often stained with grass an dirt.
What you are: Dammion claims to specify in exotic botany. He's been obsessed with gardening and biology as a young kid and it's been his calling for as long as he can remember. He has a daytime job working as a florist who produces plain flower arrangements to sell at local markets. He's been keeping a greenhouse where he monitors the plants frequently. Little do people know that he also works on growing his strands of wolfsbane and poisonous herbs there, which is quite popular within the small circle of hunters in Griffindale. They come to him to get any herbs they need to subdue any shifters and get intel from Dammion on how to force shifting.
Dammion also asks the hunters in exchange for the herbs to help him in his dirty work too. He asks for hunters to deliver any shifters they've captured to an abandoned animal hospice center that he's illegally owning. Dammion is the head of a small undercover group of recruits at the former shelter who engineer and create devices such as shock collars and any other contraptions to rattle shifters in any way possible. The forced shifters are no better than lab animals to be experimented on in their eyes. The more they study were-creature biology, the better chance they have of destroying the shifter race for good.
Personality:
Background: He originally worked in the fur-trapping business with his brother Alexi, and the pair hoped to make it big in Griffindale. Walt and Wren (As they called each other) were practically inseparable from birth since they were twins, with Alexi being born a few hours earlier. As they grew up, Alexi considered Dammion to be more of the eccentric type, always delving into conspiracy without any grounding in reality, but never thought anything too deep about it. One night, Walt convinces his older brother to set traps with him on the full moon in hopes that they will capture a werewolf of mythical fame and live to tell the tale.
They both begin to set traps and meet at the middle near the formations of a small mountain. Dammion is armed with a bow he homemade and Alexi holds a quiver of arrows laced with wolfsbane that his brother mashed into a poultice earlier. The twins remain in hiding for a majority of the night, but they hear howling from far off. Alexi suggests they should head out and check back in the morning, but Dammion disagrees. Soon enough, they hear cries from the peaks of the mountain, and later, pawsteps crunching on the grass below. Everything goes silent. The pair see a cougar stalking them, and in a rush Alexi gives the arrows to Dammion to shoot. That's when the puma attacks, but Dammion comes out unscathed. Alexi however, is not. The younger brother tranquilizer the puma, but their sibling is left bleeding with clawmarks slashed down his torso. Walt cries out for help and tries to return his brother home, but Wren's wounds are too deep and he does shortly afterwards. From this moment onwards, Dammion has been bent on his rivalry with the supposed shifter he faced to avenge his brother.
Family: Alexi Warren (Wren) Phillips [brother, deceased]
Romantic Interests: None. He is heterosexual.
Other: As a very skilled biologist, Dammion has studied many literary works from pioneers in the science world. In fact, he has a Master's in chemistry which he puts to good use in developing new strands of herbs. However, he is incredibly superstitious regarding shifters and will do anything in his power to make sure every last one of them is neutralized as a threat. He's still troubled by the tragedy of his brother's death, so much so that he's paranoid Wren is still out there, haunting him beyond the grave...
Sn: lazzylake
RAWR!! THIS ISN'T EVERTHING. WILL EDIT TOMORROW.
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Post by Junospower on Jan 5, 2024 1:38:43 GMT -5
(OOOOHHH THERE HE IS!!!!)
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Post by soot on Jan 5, 2024 1:56:01 GMT -5
.’ - Nola Levington - ‘. Nola sends a silent regard of good luck towards the only recently introduced she wolf, feeling that tinge of guilt creeping up her spine before she clears it out with a quick thought. It’s logical, and the best idea, Nola and the two injured coyotes.. would not be the ideal help in their current conditions. So Nola shifts her paw, wincing slightly with a scrunched nose as she helps guide the young coyote. Nola internally thanks the silver coyote who switches sides, helping to support her injured leg, near instantly leaning against his as minimal as she could bare to do. She also internally sighs at the mention of a ravine. ‘ If it’s not too large, I can make it. Best to find a thinner part to get him across with less difficulty.’ She replies quietly, mental voice slightly strained to make sure she doesn’t injury the coyote with her teeth in their scruff, and to avoid tripping. The scent of more than three shifters blood in her nose fading, the steady shoulder beside her, and a keeness of the young boys scent is what keeps her fully steadfast in where she places her paws. It certainly helps to have directions as well, she idly thinks. Nola can smell the somewhat sharp, but mellow scent of the older coyotes pain, just slightly above that of his son’s scent, it’s more subtle, and the hint of nutmeg is still there, most coyotes have it. Neither of them managed to get out unscathed, she hopes otherwise for Teagan. Nola’s ears swivel! perking up just slightly at the man’s voice, slightly different than before. Somewhat less terse, perhaps? And the name of the boy- Bruno -makes her steps more steady, and swift. Not to mention the use of ‘saving’, it instills more so the need to make sure he gets help. There’s no ‘hopefully save’ it’s a surety now, that’s how she needs to think. And the fact that she felt a tinge of amusement, since she thought he’d momentarily addressed her as Bruno. She’s about to respond, before the thanks comes. Her voice tinges towards more soft at the thanks, and a solid answer at his wondering tone. “Nola Levington, yes. And.. you are?” Nola inquired herself, wincing at a slight, particular step that riled her shoulder before carrying on as best as she’s physically able. She may not be on an adrenaline high, but the will to keep a child from dying is a hell of a motivator. And the want to ask how exactly he knows her last name. She senses his slightly curious unease, but the small brush of his tail against hers eases it. It’s a rapid situation, and his son is hurt, unease seems particularly normal.. thorough his scent makes her the tiniest bit curious if there’s more to it. Her ears flatten further against her head, the dark brown tips nearly blending with the rest of the fur on her neck. “Once we get there, is there anything I need to prepare to help do?” Nola asks, walking more carefully at the possibility of a ravine, as small as it might possibly be. She rather be prepared to help, then floundering some once it comes up. She has a decent mount of on field medical training, it’s part of her job for any situation that might arise, and she’s fully ready to put her probably minimal knowledge compared to this coyote to use. Nola hopes it can be of help, even if it’s simply holding something of to the side. Her main concern, besides keeping the boy, Bruno, alive of course. Is… how exactly are either of them going to be of use as their shifted forms? Shifting would be easy enough, even during a full moon. There’s minimal issue with it, besides a few concerns- she quickly pauses when she hears a what she assumes to be Bruno’s voice, his heart rate picking up subtly. Her grip on him loosens just slightly, before she’s shuddering, her shoulder very much so disliking her use of it at such a pace, and added weight. She tightens her grip, and keeps moving. It’s easy to tell when he passes back unconscious moments later, and she feels sympathetic for his father. But that means he’s alive, and hopefully soon to be more well. His voice is hopefully more of a comfort, than doom instilling to his father.
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Post by soot on Jan 5, 2024 2:05:04 GMT -5
EEEE, he’s here and he’s amazing! I’m super exited to see this guy in action, and learn more about him!
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Post by soot on Jan 5, 2024 2:18:45 GMT -5
Eee, your writing got mine kickstarted to finish my own newly added character Lazz! If there’s typos.. no there isn’t! I’ve had her at the back of my brain for a while, so now she’s of an actual existence! Yaya! Thanks for the inspiration Lazzy! Name) Bun-ma ‘Callisto’ Ayutthaya
Age) 24
What you are) Were-Jaguar
Appearance) Callisto has a sturdy, squared face with golden, tanned skin. Her dark hooded eyes are a dark green, with small specks of gold near her pupils, and small tinges of brown. Her eyeliner enhancing her almost feline line eyes. Her black hair is wavy, with light, but tight curls through out, and not to mention the small, slightly orange colored strands coming from her temples in somewhat of a money piece. When her hair is down, her bangs are more so of face framing, the reddish-orange and black blending together nicely. Callisto’s ears have three piercings in each, two helix, and one lobe matched perfectly on both sides. Her frame itself is lithe, but somewhat muscled, standing at just about 5’5”. Her features overall have lightly recognizable origins of being Thai. And on of the few scars she has marring her body, is a faint mark of teeth on her upper arm, part of why she lacks a substantial amount of off the shoulder shirts or dresses. Her hands are soft, due to her line of work, but has small, noticeable calluses where she actively twirls her pen. When it comes to clothing, it depends on the day.
For work you’ll often see her wearing professional skirts, tights, heels, and a simple either white button up shirt, or just as simple elegant shirt that goes with a skirt, or slacks.
On off days, she favors tailored slacks of all types, generally a simple black, or stripes. And for a shirt, she might wear an elegant, but more detailed half sleeve shirt, tight fitted long sleeve, and on occasion, sweaters depending-on the season. For shoes, her favored dark plum oxfords, Doc Marten boots, or short healed boots. Her collection of belts is vast, and love for her fitted corduroy jacket, or was it ,Esther jacket even more.
Creature appearance) Callisto’s shifted form is a sleek, black jaguar. With slightly visible rosettes on her tail, and shoulders, most of her form being a solid, silky black. Her large paws have extremely neat claws, refined and pointed. Her eyes, keeping that somewhat hooded shape, are an even darker, alluring green. And on occasion, if she keeps her piercings in while human, and shifts with them still in, she’ll be a jaguar with piercings of whatever type she has at the time.
Personality) Responsible, sarcastic, genuine, and playful. Callisto highly values honest, and loyalty alike. She’s keen at reading people, and even better at shifting how she speaks and reacts to deal with different personalities.
Callisto is reserved, running more on a social battery than being introverted, or extroverted. With a neatly, and confidently spoken voice. She adores having company that knows her true self behind the many facades, and adores even more when people are bluntly, even rudely, honest with her. She’s quick witted, and intelligent in book smarts, and street smarts. She’s quite a pressured person, and a workaholic. Having more hours at work, than at home, Callisto’s good at what she does. Shes also a bit of an overly nest person, keeping everything clean, tidy, and orderly to a T. She’s level headed when she knows what she’s doing, and even when she doesn’t. Though she can start to panic, or get agitated if her social battery is run dry, or she’s in a particularly bad mood.
Her more genuine, playful side comes out the more comfortable she is with someone. With a love for sarcasm, and movie references, her jokes can be somewhat offensive, or just not understood elaborate references. Though Callisto does her best to jest more lightly, and playful over any type of offensive joke, but they slip out more often than not. She’s a bit lacking in control on her head to mouth filter when she’s more comfortable, and less high strung in certain situations,
Callisto has quite a genuine, reflective and mellow side on occasions. She contemplates other ways of life than she has now, and of what her future could be like. When it comes down to it, Callisto is genuine, and a willing to help woman. Being considerate with things she does for friends, like putting a maximum amount of effort in finding gifts they’d like, or remembering things they like, food, clothes, movies or otherwise. With a heart for K-dramas, and love for dramatic and subtle stories alike. Callisto isn’t an easy to cry woman, but when she breaks down, she breaks down. She’s emotionally mature in some ways, but still struggling with other parts. She’s somewhat lonely, but has a hard time communicating such things, seeing it a bit as somewhat of a weakness, and somewhat of an unreasonable feeling. And along with that, she has a difficult time making genuine friends. But when she does, she’s a carful, but adoring friend, and a great ally, not to mention her nor lacking in the honesty department. And you need something done right, she’s your woman. Effective at planning, and executing, something she’s used and honed over the years.
Background) Callisto’s family moved when she was young, her memories only dating back to when they’d first come to America for business reasons, she comes from a wealthy, but high expectation family. Loving, but not one to pull punches. She used to live in New York State, and city. And has gone from place to place for work, or college. She finished school young, and college young as well. Now shes here in Griffindale working as personal accountant, and aids with the county, and town funds.
Family) Middle daughter of Bussaba Ayutthaya, and Noah De Vere. She has strong contact with her family, and in depth knowledge of her culture on both sides. Her eldest brother, and younger sister are in similar boat. Her brother already with a masters degree, and working towards a large role in their business, and their youngest sister is an aspiring artist.
Romantic interests) Heterosexual, open.
Extra) Callisto is perfectly fluent in Thai, though when speaking English the accent completely disappears.
She has a major preference for homemade food, and a bit of a dislike for the classic, greasy foods. Homemade, or fancy restaurants all the way for this rich gal.
Callisto absolutely has a whole section of her closet dedicated towards oversized hoodies and sweaters. Most of them being over priced, but she doesn’t care, she loves the soft ones too much.
She has a lot of her younger sister’s art hung on her walls, or has her sculptures spread around her apartment. Her sister creates little trinket sculptures , or pottery. Half of the reasons Callisto is so adept at naming and pointing out flowers was so she could put them in the vases she has from her sister
As for her older brother, most of the more tactical things she’s learned, especially when it comes to how she deals with people, came from him. Her blunt honest is all her own though.
Callisto, with her more feline-esq side, likes to take naps just about anywhere sunny. She definitely gets more naps in than full nights of sleep.
She has hoards of family photos. Neatly hung up just about everywhere a photo seems like it could fit without being too out of place.
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 5, 2024 11:57:45 GMT -5
(Soot I love her!)
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Post by soot on Jan 5, 2024 19:15:41 GMT -5
Thanks! Some effort was put in for sure, haha. I’ll probably put her starter up after the full moon, if anyone wants to say hallo, and have an interaction with her, let me know!)
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 5, 2024 23:22:32 GMT -5
++ Charlemagne Cross-- He mentally tsked at himself for his inattention, eyes that had only stared ahead now occasionally dropping to the ground in search for other small inconveniences that may hinder their steps. "Charlemagne Cross. It is...a pleasure to meet you. Circumstances notwithstanding." His tone manages to be reasonably pleasant despite the dire situation they find themselves in. In fact, it's more bizarre than anything. Utterly devoid of sense. Why were they attacked? By whom? And for what purpose? Surely if there were a feud between another shifter clan he would know about it? Charlemagne doesn't consider himself particularly high up on the chain of command nor does he unneccessarily involve himself in pack affairs, but word has a way of getting back to him in one way or another. Even if as an offhand comment during a routine physical. He will have to speak with the Alpha...
"Help..? Ah, only holding him still, perhaps. I will need to stitch the wound on his forehead as well as clean and wrap those on his back. Otherwise I do not want you moving overmuch." He sends her a wry look, "You will be next."
Charlemagne's entire countenance changes at the sound of his son's voice, brightening as he huffs out an unsteady breath and turns his head to nuzzle against his cheek despite their continued movement. "Yes. Appa's here." Unbidden, his tail wags slightly. It droops when Bruno slips back into unconsciousness, but even hearing his voice is enough to ease his nerves and steady his heart.
"The ravine will be the last leg of our journey...we will have to go around it to avoid a climb. Passing through foliage will shorten the distance."
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Post by Hushabye on Jan 5, 2024 23:28:45 GMT -5
[ Ooh the mad doctor's in the building! ✨️ I really like that extra spooky touch about him being worried his brother is still with him~
And there she is! A fellow big cat~
Looking forward to seeing them both in action!
Also...I only mentioned a ravine because that was in my original post about his path to get there. ^^" We can kind of gloss over it and move on to the destination if you want! ]
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Jan 5, 2024 23:59:57 GMT -5
Ryder tilts his head to the side finding this whole situation curious. Perhaps, the human had met the pack but not the wolf. "My alpha is not your creator wolf. This wolf was no used to him if he couldn't tell him about the pack's camp.
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Post by Junospower on Jan 6, 2024 0:31:52 GMT -5
What are you doing? Stop!
Shut it, will you? I have a plan.
The wolf had no idea where this camp was, but clearly intimidation alone wouldn’t give him what he wanted. Even that annoying voice wouldn’t stop begging for silence. But perhaps… perhaps he could bluff? Let the mongrels think he knows, take them to a secluded spot and attack them for answers? Yes… That could work.
They won’t fall for it. Just watch, they won’t.
I said SHUT. UP. You crave blood just as much as I do.
Alright, suppose I know where they’re camp is. What business do you have with the pack?
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Post by Junospower on Jan 6, 2024 0:33:05 GMT -5
(Writing these arguments in his head are so fun (: )
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Post by soot on Jan 6, 2024 0:50:28 GMT -5
.’ - Nola Levington - ‘. Nola feels a brief tinge of thankfulness at his lighter tone. It’s a serious situation, especially with his son being so injured, but worrying so much you can’t function certainly won’t help. “The pleasure is mine as well, Mister Cross.” She replies, her own low, but melodic voice similarly light besides the slight tinge of strain. A sudden thought crosses her mind, ears tilting. These are the rogues, her nose picked up on that. But they’re fully aware, not any loss of control whatsoever. So these are targeted, purposeful. Nola’s gaze stays on where they’re pointed, towards where they came from, watching for any followers. At her question of help, Nola makes a quiet sound of agreement, a quiet huff. “ I’ll help where I can. What about your own injury…?-“ Her response is lightly cut off when the boy woke up. And Nola is happy to see his waking, and quick fall into slumber is more encouraging than discouraging for his father. And she’s glad to smell a faint scent of ease, and his heart rate just a bit slower. An at ease doctor, is the best doctor you can have, especially for a child. Her tail drifts against the Dewey ground, teeth securing around his scruff as they continue. Not even a minute after taking note of his added words, she lets him steer and guide until she feels the brush of of leaves, and sticks at her leg. Nola pauses faintly, but quickly continues on, careful of the coyote in her teeth, and at her side. Her feet are the tiniest bit more unsteady as she goes, but Nola is extremely relieved when a somewhat chemical scent wafts into her nose. And the silver coyote’s- Cross’s scent appears more pungent. She carefully takes Bruno nearest to where the chemical scent is strongest, and releases his scruff from between her teeth. They need to get to work. Nola doesn’t waste a moment in backing away some, and letting the coyote take the lead. As he does, she speaks up just a tinge. “ The ones who attacked us today are the rogues we’ve been looking for. A cause for the recent animal attacks. I’ll keep an eye and ear out for them in case any come after us here. Be ready, in case someone finds us.” Nola says, settling carefully in her paws, but not sitting down just yet. He mentioned stitches, and keeping him held down. She can do that, she’ll just likely need to shift. Easy enough, even if the pull of the full moon makes her bones ache. Plus, it’s later, which means the later in, the more the pull fades, especially since the moon is past its apex.
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Post by soot on Jan 6, 2024 0:55:45 GMT -5
And reading these arguments is very entertaining! I’m excited for the aftermath as well! So many people are hurt tonight, we’ll have a few injuries to deal with. And mental breakdowns, pfft. Poor Jack!)
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 6, 2024 0:58:35 GMT -5
(Incredibly tired right now but I think I can muster up enough energy to finish the form, if that. Wish me luck guys!)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 6, 2024 0:58:54 GMT -5
(Perhaps it’s a good thing he won’t remember any of this lol. Everyone would sound so insane to him the next morning haha)
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Post by soot on Jan 6, 2024 1:07:05 GMT -5
I wish you much luck, Lazzy!
And oh dear, that’ll definitely be interesting ^^’ Nola might have a bit of a conversation with him about last nights events if you’re wanting us to have our characters recognize him as shifted, and human.
Especially with that little quarrel, lol.)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 6, 2024 1:12:30 GMT -5
(Oh I would love that actually! I also hope he could run into Adeline at some point as a wolf. I’m thinking of eventually him developing a crush on her, if that’s okay? Not right away of course.)
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Post by soot on Jan 6, 2024 1:20:00 GMT -5
(I’m fully done then! She’ll have the version of the newly bitten shifter, ‘The talk’, lol. I think Nola, if you’d be up for it, would help him some with him gaining control? Her family and such is very based on shifter control, being embracing of the animal and the human, but valuing control over all.
And running into Adeline as a wolf sometime for sure! And I’d be perfectly fine with that! I’m figuring it’d go both ways, if you’d be down for that(: I’ve also got some stuff with Adeline going on! Think.. odd blacking out, bloody nose, and a presence that seems to be following her?)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 6, 2024 1:22:50 GMT -5
(Oh the poor thing! It can definitely drive the two to start working together since they both have similar black outs! And control training with Nola would be fun to write! Wolf Jack is still pretty feral, so having someone with him to calm his violent urges until he clicks back into control would be interesting)
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 6, 2024 1:27:04 GMT -5
(I feel like Nola and Javalle would be a big help into getting Jack on track with controlling the wolf! Although Javalle's only seen a part of what's going on with him. Nola could tell him to keep an eye on Jack though since they're coworkers!
Speaking of which, one more thing for timeline's sake! I'm planning for Jack to start his first day at the library the next day after the full moon. Let's just skip over Javalle saying he got the job. There's still the situation with Maria that I gotta work on, but I just want to give our characters some room too breathe before they have an interaction again)
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Post by Junospower on Jan 6, 2024 1:30:24 GMT -5
(“I’m planning for Jack to start his first day at the library the next day after the full moon” BROO that’s what I was thinking too! I also love the idea of Jack having a group to help him out and slowly give him more control. Like their on weird pack)
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Post by lazzylake on Jan 6, 2024 1:37:44 GMT -5
(Good, good! Glad to hear we're on the same page! A little "pack" would be a fun idea too! Also soot, do you think Javalle and Nola could have an interaction after the full moon? He'll go to the Primal Bloods grounds with Maria in the morning and the two could meet again somehow. Nola could be patrolling on detective duties)
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Post by soot on Jan 6, 2024 1:38:42 GMT -5
Oh for sure! Javalle will definitely an integral part of the help as someone who’s there to also give advice, and just be there! Hell definitely help sort of anchor Jack per we?
Nola is dearest control training instructee, lolo. And I’m excited for what we all have planned! And Juno! I’m a bit curious, since dpshifters can shift at anytime, will a Jack have any accidents or shifting not only on full moons?)
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Post by soot on Jan 6, 2024 1:40:44 GMT -5
(Ahk, sorry! I replied before yours loaded! I for sure think Nola and Jack can have an interaction, Lazzy. And Nola will definitely be there figuring out where the rogues came from, and blocking off areas in the forest for investigation and such. I’m very curious about any and all interactions after this eventful full moon!’
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