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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 16, 2008 18:38:28 GMT -5
Jean coughed as he entered the room. Tracing his index finger along the spine of an old book, he smiled. "It's fine. I don't need anything more than this, thanks." Staring at the trail his finger had cut through the dust Jean walked over to the small window and pulled at it, hoping to get the old thing open. Meeting Jacob's gaze he simply replied: "Just wanted to get some air in here."
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Post by jacob on Jul 16, 2008 18:43:37 GMT -5
Jacob nodded awkwardly and began to make his way out the room.
"If you need anything...don't hesitate to ask."
Jacob couldn't help but to hesitate and take his time to analyze Jean more thoroughly. Why had there been something so odd about him? Like looking at a puzzle without all the missing pieces, or perhaps it had simply been that Jacob's paranoia had gotten the best of him. Weeks for being in the Coven, juggling between his wife and his duties and a loyal member to the black nail, skewed his rationale and faith in anything and everything. He shrugged off his doubts and made his way out the room, though his ears would still remain focused on whatever Jean was doing.
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 16, 2008 18:53:14 GMT -5
Polnareff's heart began to beat faster in anticipation of his little outing. Finally prying the stubborn window open, he let the cool night air rush in. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, taking in the wonderful scent of the night. Closing the door, he unbuttoned his shirt and climbed onto the windowsill. In an instant, he was gone.
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Post by jacob on Jul 17, 2008 16:23:04 GMT -5
Jacob Pierre entered his master bed-room with Destiny soundly sleeping. He glanced at her, her hair being highlighted by the touches of the stars, and her pale skin noticeable through the darkness, like the moon in space. He was about to kick his shoes off and lay down next to her, to feel and press up against her soft and unique body, when he heard a crash echoing through the silent hallways of his home. He reacted instantly, jumping off of the edge of the bed, sprinting out of the room so quickly he swore time stopped around him. He reached Jean's part of the room, only to find his cousin to be gone.
"Jean!"
His sharp ears heard running and panting from the far distance, faint but strong.
"Damn it, you fool."
Jacob leaped out the window and followed the grunts and moans, hoping that it would leave him to the direction of his cousin.
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 17, 2008 16:37:03 GMT -5
Polnareff sped through the forest like a bullet. Zig-zagging between trees and rocks, he kicked up a trail of dirt and dead leaves. He missed this feeling, the feeling of freedom and power he only got when he was in this form. Jean was intoxicated with this feeling, of truly being alive. Stopping for a moment, his ears picked up the sound of footsteps. It was a human.....walking alone. With an excited howl he raced towards London's streets, determined to capture his prey.
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Post by jacob on Jul 17, 2008 16:48:33 GMT -5
Jacob followed the scent and the sound whirling through the breeze, as if mother nature itself had been moaning. He blazed a trail of battered grass and flowers as he made his way through the rather rough and distorted path the forest presented, dodging trees and bushes, jumping over log and branches, and finally he felt himself coming closer, closing the gap between his target as the scent he provided increased in potency. Jacob finally saw, what looked like his cousin, in the forest, running wildly, but there was different. He seemed bigger, his skin paler, his forearms looking like that of the size of anchors. It was such a drastic difference, as if he inflated. Jacob furrowed an eyebrow as he approached his cousin with caution.
"Jean!"
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 17, 2008 17:01:14 GMT -5
Upon hearing his name, the fur on Polnareff's back bristled. Turning his wolf like head, he snarled, leaping backward onto the lower limb of a nearby tree. His target was literally feet away, stumbling down the street. It was a middle-aged man, apparently drunk. He reeked with the smell of intoxication. Jean grunted in disappointment, alcohol gave the flesh a disgusting aftertaste. Glancing back at his cousin he growled a warning
"Stay back"
All he cared about now was his meal. diving at an angle, his claws extended, seeking their prize.
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Post by jacob on Jul 17, 2008 17:05:37 GMT -5
When Jean turned his head, it took Jacob several minutes to register what was transpiring, what his cousin had become. Though Jacob never saw on up close and personal, stories of the werewolf circulated inside the Coven's interior for years, like oral traditions. But to see one in visual range, and with the fact being that it had been Jacob's cousin, his own flesh and blood, tilted the very world Jacob though he knew. His eyes were wide but he shrugged off his initial shock, he had to act. He was afraid to let Jean, this werewolf, have its first meal, for it would become even more irritable. Quickly, Jacob lunged at the beast, his fist pulled back, launching towards the center of Jean's face.
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 17, 2008 17:15:53 GMT -5
Jacob's fist connected with Jean's face, sending him straight into the pavement. Caught off guard, Polnareff shook his head to clear it. He glared with eyes full of hatred at his cousin. The drunk man had a bewildered look on his face and looked at Polnareff in confusion. The poor fool had no clue as to what was going on. Taking advantage of his prey's confusion, Polnareff dashed toward him with his left claw held high. This would be quick.
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Post by jacob on Jul 17, 2008 18:35:41 GMT -5
He just wouldn't stop. Jacob thought, for certain, the jab would at least immobilize Jean for the time being, but his shock was contributed with his underestimation of the werewolf's strength. His growls became louder as he lunged at the man, his claws stretched out, looking sharper and denser than knives, as he wielded them towards the direction of the drunken man. Jacob sprinted toward the werewolf, his cousin, jumping from tree to tree to increase his speed and leverage, before landing behind the werewolf with his foot extended, aiming and targeting the werewolf's skull. Weeks of walking under the coven taught Jacob many moves that would come in handy during this bout.
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 22, 2008 19:31:46 GMT -5
The entire time, Polnareff followed Jacob's movements. When he attempted to kick him, Jean simply ducked, feeling Jacob's shoe shoot over his head with deadly force. Bending his knees, Polnareff jumped backwards, launching himself at Jacob's face.
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Post by jacob on Jul 22, 2008 21:42:05 GMT -5
Jacob narrowly dodged, but barely, as there were still a few bruises that marked his face. He watched with shock as his cousin brushed past him. He wanted to reserve his strength, just enough as to not cause any physical damage to Jean, but enough to at least incapacitate him. Jacob sprinted towards Jean with his fist pulled back, picking up speed as the proximity between him and his cousin waned.
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Post by selene on Jul 22, 2008 21:48:24 GMT -5
Selene was walking through the streets. She needed some alone time. She was walking near the woods when she heard a noise. She perked up her ears and listened. A werewolf...and a vampire...fighting?! Selene transformed into her wolf form and followed the sound of fists and growls.[/font]
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Post by jppolnareff on Jul 22, 2008 21:54:11 GMT -5
Landing on his feet, Jean glared at his cousin's approaching form. "I really don't want to do this.....but it seems you won't listen otherwise." Polnareff firmly planted his feet, tightening his muscles to prepare for the inevitable impact.......
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Post by jacob on Jul 22, 2008 22:01:29 GMT -5
Jacob increased his speed once more and found himself crashing into the hard, dense body of the werewolf, equivalent to running into a ton of bricks at mac ten. The collision caused the vampire to fall along with the werewolf, his shoulder somewhat ruptured, his strength surprisingly waning after that maneuver. Once again Jacob underestimated the density of a werewolf and it may had cost him dearly.
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