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Post by mattiga on Aug 4, 2009 10:19:22 GMT -5
Germany, the place to go to relax, go to a pub, drink a tankard of good beer, sing jovially, and best of all, just be loud. This land is filled with cities, some with a pub on every street corner, some more sophisticated. This land also has a tragic past still remembered by those who are born here.
In a town located on the edge of a great forest a celebration is to take place within a few weeks. The great harvest moon is rising then and many people are ready to celebrate. The crops are all doing well and the farmers are all getting their best ready for the grand feast. People scurry about the town and the forest tree line getting the decorations built, getting buildings cleaned for the arriving guests.
The day before the festival is to begin everyone lend a hand in putting up the last of the decorations, getting food ready to serve tomorrow, making the town square look extravagant and everyone is laying out their festival clothes. Everything is getting set and the travelers that come every year are already packing into the hotels and motels by the hundreds. There is worry that there won't be enough room and what to do with the ones who haven't a place to stay. A few offer their homes with their many rooms up seeing as they can be put to good use, while other worry about the travelers being thieves.
The day of the festival opens on a high note with a magnificent sunrise and a burst of music from the dance hall. Great smells erupted slowly from the kitchens of every house around the city and carts were loaded and brought to the center of the city. People began emerging from building all in a merry mood. A few struggling travelers were escorted to homes and given places to rest, while other travelers emerged from rooms and joined in the merriment.
A traveler coming from Canada to experience a festival he'd only heard stories about emerged from a small three bedroom house on the edge of town. He wore loose black jeans, white converse shoes, a white t-shirt and a black hooded jacket left unzipped but with the hood up. His hair was straightened and his bangs were flipped out of his grey blue eyes. He looked around and joined a trail of people walking to the dance halls.
He wandered into the building and watched as people danced and then he quickly hid behind a group as he heard the polka start up. He really had had some bad time learning that dance and had no intention of dancing it now. Just his luck a guy walked over and grabbed all the guys in his group and shoved them into the middle circle. "Polka isn't my thing" he said as he looked at the girl across from him and bit his lip to keep from shuddering.
A few hours and a dozen polka dances later he managed to escape the dance hall and ran for cover. The day was almost over but the festival was just getting started as everyone prepared for the moon to rise.
He joined a group of people near the forest sitting around a fire. An elderly man was telling stories of ancient times and unspeakable creatures. Mattiga listened intently, he always loved the old stories of Vampires and Werewolves, but this guy was saying they still existed and that everyone should be on alert with the moon this big and full. Mattiga chuckled and got up walking to another small group going into the forest. Not long after entering he found himself alone. he crept back to the edge of the forest and sat on a fallen log just a few yards away from the forest but close enough to the town to watch the festival unfolding as the night grew darker and the moon rose higher in the sky.
"Werewolves. In this century, wonder what they'd look like. Vampires would still be irresistible, werewolves......perhaps...rugged and alluring. Perhaps a dangerous aura about them?" he wondered aloud to himself. He looked up at the sky, it was still quite a bit before the moon would be fully in the sky. He wondered if there would be any surprises. Then again the people of this village had planned a day too soon. The full moon wasn't officially until tomorrow night. He laughed. "Good thing this is a three day festival." He said as he slid off the log onto the ground laying there watching the moon rise.
(OOC: I'd really like to get to hang out with some werewolves because eventually I'd like to become a werewolf. Hence the werewolves only even though I'm a human. ^_^)
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Post by cassidytremmer on Aug 4, 2009 13:09:16 GMT -5
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The acrid odor of alcohol hung in a thick cloud around every beer-bellied man and woman that passed by, but nothing less should have been expected from a festival of this size. Bright decorations adorned even the smallest of houses. Streamers were spiraled along on fence posts and draped from street lights. Good cheer and jolly spirit simply oozed from every nook and cranny of this small town.
Amongst the beaming smiles of the jubilant townspeople, one woman stood apart. An aquamarine t-shirt was tightly fitted to her torso. In bold, white letters, Hollister was stretched across the chest. Over that, she'd pulled on a white jacket. Fake fur rimmed the hood, and the word Abercrombie was broken by the zipper near the top. Cassie had always been suckered in for brand-name clothes, but not because she felt like they were any better than say, hand-me-downs. The brands just helped her blend in with the rest of society.
White-washed, torn jeans snugly hugged her hips and roughed-up turquoise converse, obviously worn quite often, thudded against the cobble-stone road.Whenever anyone came near her, she quickly dodged out of their way and continued walking, ignoring as they called her name. In crowds like this, the beast within was almost uncontrollable. Teeth-bared and hackles raised, the wolf raged, threatening to break free.
Pressing her lips together, she shoved through the warming crowd until she'd broken away from the mass of people. By the forest's edge, she saw the glowing flicker of a warm fire. Finally. People with some sense. Burying her hands in her coat pockets, she wandered over to the small group and took a seat away from the dangerous flames.
A grizzled old man was relaying old legends about the creatures of myth; vampires, werewolves. His stories depicted savage beasts, half-human, half-wolf, ripping their victims limb from limb and feasting on the flesh without even an ounce of remorse or regret. He never described the grief the werewolf went through the day after, as a human. His story was nightmare put into words. This was why people feared monsters, but perhaps that fear was well-placed. A thin frown weighed down the corner's of Cassie's frail lips and she stared into the mesmerizing flames, only half-listening to the hellish tales.
After awhile, the beast within began to stir, no doubt angered by the old man's words, and the woman slowly rose to her feet and aimlessly meandered along the edge of the woods, away from all the laughing humans and frightened children. They were temptations to her inner-wolf, something she had almost no control over when the moon was so close to being full.
A voice caught her attention, and her cerulean optics swiftly found the source. Relaxing by fallen timber, was a man she recognized from the circle of people around the fire. Drawing closer to him, her astute hearing soon made his muffled words ring clear.
Pondering over vampires and werewolves, or more accurately, day dreaming it would seem. A faint smiled was granted the man as she strolled nearer. Rugged? A dangerous aura? Perhaps some wolves, but not all. Cassie wasn't your typical werewolf. She was disconnected from her inner-wolf and when she shifted, the beast completely took over. A human around her then, was as good as dead, but now, appearing fragile and petite, no one would ever guess her true identity.
Illuminated by moonlight, she perched on the end of the log beside him and turned her eyes on the bright orb that caused her so much strife, the moon. It was beautiful, and a shame really, that it forced her into ruthless actions and murderous thoughts. Lucky for the guy lounging in the grass, she was in control of herself at the moment."Ah... I don't know. This festival isn't all that special. Unless you're out here hunting werewolves, of course."A light chuckle was awarded the thought.
Cassidy glanced in the direction of the old man, till spilling lies about her kind, no doubt. "So, you come all the way out here to enjoy the festival and wander off alone? Where's the fun in that?"
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Post by conallforrest on Aug 4, 2009 18:17:44 GMT -5
Conall wandered alone as was usual for him. He hated these types of things, gatherings where wolves were treated as mythical beasts or martyred for their being alive. Humans were so predictable. He hated them even when in huiman form. His wolf was as much a part of him as was the man by now. He had been wolf for more years than he had been human alone. It was simply who he was.
This festival had interested him, he thought for once wolves might be treated with some respect or at least the truth known about them. He had been mistaken, the old ones told stories intended to scare the younger ones, and the young ones weren't scared anymore. They were wandering the forests now, during the night before the full moon, it wasn't a party it was rife for a massacre. Wolves were feral at the Full Moon, it was a bad time for a festival, but he had come because it was supposed to be "friendly' to wolves. He had never felt welcomed anywhere, so he had to see what others considered feriendly, especially a City in a country known for young drunks and old grudges.
He was, as typical, not impressed. The people here were average, nothing special; and what wolves he had bumped into so far were barely in control. Or else they were waiting for tomorrow; anticipating, or alternately dreading, the change. He was in neither group; he had bonded, merged, with his wolf years ago and now they were one and the same person. He didn't "lose" himself in the Full Moon, he hunted, but he killed only what he wanted to. It was in the letting his wolf have a lot of control that had caused the change. He liked the rough personality the wolf gave him, and it was fun to see how people reacted to him. He would not describe himself as feral, primitive perhaps...able to subsist where others feared to tread in the modern society, but not feral or an animal.
Tonight he was stalking others of his kind, he wanted to observe them, learn how they handled things, and compare it to his self control. A smirk had firmly fixed itself over his mouth, he just could not help but be a bit snobbish at these humans who didn't understand, and at the wolves who had gathered on teh whim of a festival where they could blend in.
In his wandering alone he "happened" upon a young she-wolf and a boy. Curious, were they a pair? He stepped out from the cover of the trees and approached silently. Is he your lover or your prey? His voice was mocking and hard even to his ears.
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Post by mattiga on Aug 4, 2009 18:32:49 GMT -5
Mattiga simply looked up at the woman who seemed to appear from nowhere and gave her a 'what do you want and why are you even talking to me?' look. "I'm not the social person like most of the other teenagers here. Also all of them have gone to the woods foolishly if the legends are true. It's close enough to a full moon for the weres to be uncontrollable. If they get killed it's their fault. I want no part in it." He said in an even unamused voice. He sat up and stretched popping his neck.
As he was looking to the village he heard a man's voice behind him and he sprang to his feet at the bizarre question the man asked,"Me date..her!? What would make you think that!? Are you out of your mind!?" He asked his voice rising but not yet a yell. He shook his head and scoffed then got his composure back.
"Look, I don't know who the hell you guys are but, man you're freaking me out. Both of you. You an your nonchalant way of entering people's thoughts even though they are expressing them aloud, still I was alone which means I like to be left alone. And you Mr. Creep who just comes up and accuses people of dating. Seriously look at our body language, no hints of compassion what so ever." He was practically laughing now and had to turn away before he ended up going hysterical.
He ended up walking away and into the tree line which he had just said was a bad idea. He then returned and looked at both of them,"Sorry, don't surprise me like that. I tent to freak out. Umm, no we aren't dating I don't know who she is ...you both just kind of appeared out of nowhere." he smiled apologetically. "Umm...so," he looked at the ground knowing he had just made a fool of himself. he shoved his hands into his pockets and resisted the urge to turn and run. "he then looked up at the guy,'Who are you and what did you mean by am I her prey?" he then looked to the woman,"And who are you to make him ask such a question?"
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Post by cassidytremmer on Aug 4, 2009 20:59:15 GMT -5
At the accusatory question, Cassidy's gaze snapped to the other wolf. The fact that she'd failed to notice him approaching bothered her a bit. There was no excuse for not catching his scent, even if the air was clouded by beer and humans. Other than her eyes narrowing and her lips forming a cold smirk, the she-wolf seemed to remain unaffected by his jeer.
The boy, though, was another story entirely. Compared to her, he was a lunatic, and when he leaped to his feet, she arched a brow and watched with the slightest hint of amusement. Mr. Creep. I'll have to remember that one. He hadn't called her any names, which was almost disappointing, but she'd get over it.
When the younger man had left on his little jaunt to the edge of the trees, Cassie suddenly turned to face the werewolf. Her voice low, she nearly hissed"You've got some nerve asking if he's my prey right in front of him." Seriously, who the hell was this guy? Taking a slow breath, she managed to calm herself and gracefully rose to her feet. "As for an answer to that, I'd never willingly hunt a human." Willingly was the key word there. She'd only been a werewolf for a year and was finding it very difficult to adjust to this new lifestyle. Unfortunately, her hands, or more paws, were stained by new blood every full moon.
At the sound of footsteps, the icy glare melted away and she brushed her fingers through her crimson locks, a nervous habit that she just couldn't refrain from doing. Never really taking her eyes off the werewolf, who was almost half a foot taller than her, she listened to the boy apologize. "Freak out? That doesn't even begin to cover it, but... I guess I did sort of just pop up out of nowhere. She grinned. Actually, she'd been quite loud walking out here. It wasn't her fault that the human had been too lost in his thoughts to notice her.
"Me make him ask it?She was obviously offended by such an accusation, more so than the original question itself."You're the one who was laying down, you idiot! I was just sitting here, purposely away from you, since you didn't notice." It's a good thing she had control of her emotions, because these two men were starting to get on her nerves. As realization of what the boy had asked first, and this was not of her, but the other werewolf, a wolfish grin spread across her lips. Folding her arms over her torso, she nonchalantly asked, "Yes... I'd like to know what you meant by that as well." Surely her fellow brethren wouldn't endanger their secret. If not, then she was screwed, but he was going down with her.
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Post by conallforrest on Aug 5, 2009 8:56:50 GMT -5
Conall smirked at the pair; it was too easy, really, to get people riled upthese days, both his kind and others. He had made an innocuous suggestion,there were many kinds of predators in the world these days, a young woman alone with a young man could indicate many scenario he could think of. Merely instigating a bit of fun, you're a girl, he's a boy...alone in the woods where either body would be easily disposed of...you could be up to all sorts of trouble. I see he doesn't appreciate your company, though. Pity for you, that. Conall stepped closer to the pair, still making no sound in the foliage or underbrush. His clothing smelled like the forest around him.
There were advantages to living alone in a cottage in the forests of Caliornia, he could be a ghost and no one would ever know he was there unless he wanted them too. Like now, he simply wondered atthe realtionship of these two and instantly he'd gotten his answers. She was new, and afraid of the "secret" and the boy was a dreamer. Perhaps he toyed with the idea of the supernatural and wanted to know for himself if it was true.
Conall had given notihing away in his remark, but she could have in her reply. He crouched in a comfortable position on the grass between and in front of them. Neither of you is a native, so what brings you to a festival of the Moon? Just wandering travellers like myself with nothing better to do? He looked at the boy, Morbid curiosity at the underlying customs and traditions of this festival? And then he stared into the girl's eyes, Or looking for kindred spirits?
HE sat there perched on his haunches in a very comfortable for him stance. He could spring to attack or defend from this position, he could escape, and he could sit here for a long time if need be. It was ideal to watch these two and any newcomers to the group.
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Aug 5, 2009 11:25:18 GMT -5
I ' V E B E E N T O T H E E D G E [/COLOR] Y E S I ' V E B E E N T O T H E E D G E.----------------------------------------  ---------------------------------------- T H E P A S T I S A L L T H A T ' S G O N E,T H E F U T U R E I S Y E T T O C O M E.[/CENTER] [/i] The devilish look upon the virgo’s countenance said it all; thought you were intimidated before? Think again. She took longer to surface than Conall. ”My my. Regular party here.” It was a quiet statement, a slight sensuous French accent breaking free past the she-wolf’s lips. She finally did move from the shadows – having situated herself between the other wolves and the human who had moved off. A brow ascended, gaze cast first to her packmates. ”Getting acquainted?” Surely they would recognize certain similarities. ”And you? Just an innocent stroll…in the moonlight?” She murmured liquidly, malevolent gaze ticking towards the celestial blankets in an indicative manner. ”How unfortunate for you.” Palms slipped into the back pockets of her jeans, a quiet frown playing upon her features as she smirked. ”I truly hope you two can behave yourselves.” She remarked with some solemnity, though there was a natural hint of mocking. She herself didn’t always behave. Her brows knit together and she sneered quietly at the biped. Tossing her skull, the lupine was a presence to be reckoned with. It wasn’t arrogance that stemmed from each poor but the feral nature of the beast that lingered so close to the surface, incisors bared. [/ul] TAG YOUR IT - Connal, Mattiga & Cassie WORD COUNT - 609 NOW FOR THE OUTFIT – CLICK!LYRIC CREDIT - ' EIFFEL 65 THE EDGE, NOW IS FOREVER IMAGE CREDIT - MEE. AND PHOTOBUCKET TEMPLATE CREDIT -STRAWBERRY JAM! OF THE BLANK PAGES &CAUTION 2.0[/SIZE] |
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Post by mattiga on Aug 5, 2009 12:03:56 GMT -5
Mattiga looked from the guy to the girl and got that there was something going on that he wasn't a part of and it was boggling his mind. He frowned and looked at the ground trying to get what he was missing out on when he heard yet another female voice. He looked up to find a woman addressing all three of them.
to answer her inquiries,"Umm, actually exploring the myths hat my Dad talks about. Figured this festival would be the perfect time to hear them from other sources." He said with a shrug as he absent mindedly stepped a bit closer to Conall. His skin was starting to itch something awful and these two women were making the small voice in his head scream and thrash around in turn making every cell in his body want to run for the hills.
He bit his lip as the woman started sounding just like the other two members of the party, thus making his brow furrow further as he tried to figure out just was they all knew that he didn't. "So, exactly who are you guys? And what are you guys talking about that is so mysterious and why should I be described as unfortunate? You all talk in riddles and with a mysterious aura. My head's getting all jumbled." He said directing the questions at all three of the weird people who all seemed to be able to pop out of nowhere.
'People in this country are really odd' he thought to himself before hearing the already loud cheering get even louder. He turned to the village and saw all heads turned to the sky, even the people gathered around the camp fires were getting up and staring and several teenagers were appearing from the forest tree line and gazing up at the sky. Mattiga turned his head to the sky and stared. He'd never seen such a huge moon coming up from the horizon. It was huge and orange-ish yellow and beautiful. He smiled,"Wow, you don't see moons like this in Candania." He said with a smirk.
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Post by cassidytremmer on Aug 5, 2009 16:23:44 GMT -5
A small step was instinctively taken away from the male as his eyes met hers. Looking for kindred spirits? More like trying to get away from them. Her answer died on her tongue as she notice what position he'd taken. A crouch. Well, that was just fine and dandy. If she'd been looking for a fight, anyway. Subconsciously, Cassie tentatively moved backward again, this time stumbling on the log. All her former grace was lost in one fell swoop, but luckily, she caught her balance before she was sent to the ground. Her arms, formerly folded over her chest slowly drifted back to her sides. The twitch of her lower lip marked her as nervous. She never fared well around elder werewolves, even if all that was happening was conversation.
Sombra's voice brought a frown to the young she-wolf's features. She didn't quite know how to feel about the alpha. There most certainly respect, but, naturally that was mostly because she happened to be slightly afraid of the other redhead. However, her pride was still sore from their first meeting, and now here she was, tripping over logs. Hooray. I get to lose my dignity all over again. The sarcastic thought was kept to herself, but it was obvious that she wasn't thrilled to be around not one, but two other werewolves. Both of them had more experience than her. That much was more plain the the nose on her face.
"Getting acquainted with who?" A feeble glance was cast in the man's direction, then back to Sombra. She was implying something there that the girl would much rather not have ever been brought up. This guy was already mocking her; he could not be in the same pack. Dismissing the matter, more as a comfort than anything else, Cassie blanketed herself with lies, a very unusual thing for her to do. However, her reasoning made sense to her, what she didn't know... or didn't believe couldn't hurt her.
Taking on a calm air, the she-wolf appeared much more relaxed now than before, though that was the opposite of what was really going on. The moonlight was so tempting to the wolf and it wanted out. Now. She'd suppressed the beast all month. This was its only time to break free of the prison she so cruelly locked it in. if sh didn't bury her instincts, then her outbursts during full moons would be better handled, but as it was, she was a ticking bomb.
When Sombra's own mocking remark was made, Cassie forced a smile and nodded. Although she didn't say anything, her thoughts were easily depicted on her face. Staying out of trouble isn't likely...
Preoccupied with fighting her own demon, Cassie didn't even hear the boy answer Sombra's question. However, she did notice him inching closer to Conall. The she-wolf raised a brow at this and sneered. "Looks like someone's got a crush. I wonder... does it go both ways?" With her inquiry, she chanced a glance at the werewolf and then inwardly sighed as the human started asking questions. She hated being asked questions with a passion and the answers weren't herself to give anyway. In her eyes, if anyone should answer, it should be Sombra. But that could just be the submissive talking.
"Despite this so-called 'mysterious aura', I'm just Cassie." Her cerulean eyes shifted to the paramount of the pack and then to the ground. despite the fact that the questions had been directed at all three of them, she knew it wasn't her that he wanted to know. With a grin, she looked back over to the crouching man but decided against any ridicule. It was likely to send her over the edge.
Cassie's hands were tightly contracted into fists at her sides. Her nails felt like they were digging holes in her palms. This was all about to go downhill for the young she-wolf. "Yeah, yeah. The moon's beautiful, but is it really worth mentioning? I think not." clenching her jaw, she roughly sat back down on the rotting log. Before she could stop herself, an irritated Cassie grumbled, "Who the hell talks about the moon? Her eyes snapped to Mattiga. "You want to know who we are, but you're the weird one, wandering out here by yourself. During the middle of the night, in the frickin' moonlight.
Her voice was rising, her temp getting fasting as she asked, Do you even realize how stupid that is? You could end up dead. That's what she means by 'how unfortunate.'" Swallowing, Cassie somehow managed to shut herself up before she cold say anything else, not that it could hurt anything. She probably already seemed kind of insane.
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Post by conallforrest on Aug 5, 2009 19:58:38 GMT -5
Conall could feel the emotions rolling off the girl in waves. She had no idea who he was. He had intended to take the appropriate place behind and to the right hand of Sombra. But with the human practically hiding behind him he couldn't very well do that now. So he nodded to the Alpha wolf, the only one to ever hold sway over him. Sombra, I should not be surprised to find you here. For the same reasons as I? Curiosity and studying these people who would worship something they do not understand?
Then he could not resist turning to the young she-wolf, and he smirked. You should not speak out of turn little one. What I would, or would not do should not concern you. You would better watch where you are treading so that you might remain upright easier. He chuckled harshly.
The boy was very close and Conall could attack him as easy as the next wolf; but he held his wolf in check quite well having learned that to allow him a moderate amount of freedom daily kept him happier and easier to contain when the urge of the moon was strong. Tomorrow was the Full Moon, Conall could not help but glance at the celectial orb again after all the attention that had been called to it. It was a Harvest Moon, orange and closer to the Earth than usual. It was beautiful to those who were not bound by it's cyclic rhythms. He cast a glance at Sombra again, hoping he had not been wrong to speak his mind, because it was one thing he could not change about himself so easily.
Three wolves, and this curious human whom he had no desire to address at this time; what an interesting group they made.
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Post by arvid on Aug 6, 2009 17:11:02 GMT -5
Arvid slowly made his way into the forest, his black tattered jeans brushing against the bushes. This forest was unfamiliar to him, but was similar to his forests in his homeland of Norway. He looked up at the sky were the bright gigantic orb slowly was rising into the sky. Its luminescence brightened and covered the forest. he stood watching it. 'Ah how I wish to let the beast out. But there are to many people around.' He thought with a sigh.
He continued his walk through the forest. His dark brown hair that almost touched his shoulders shadowed his icy blue eyes that almost seemed to glow in the light of the moon. He looked around as he heard voices near by. The voices seemed to be four people.
Arvid, out of curiosity, walked toward the voices. He could make out a mans voice and then two women, The fourth voice he couldn't make out clearly, it could be a younger person. As he slowly made his way toward were the conversation was coming from he caught the sent of werewolves and a human.
'This could be interesting. Four werewolves and a single human.' Arvid thought as he neared the group. He got nearer were he could see them. A young man stood behind a man, and two women stood by them. The younger man looked to be slightly fearful of the women.
From Arvid view the closest person was the young man and the older man, he slowly made his way out of the bushes without a sound. He walked over to the group. He looked from the two women to the man and the young man.
"Nice night isn't it." He said to the group, with a smirk. "Its nice to see more than just me roaming around in the forest. Nice to get away from the cities and towns, right?"
He glanced at the young man, then back at the other three. 'I wonder what they are planning to do with him? Maybe they might be saving him for tomorrow night for a good hunt. If so, I'd love to join in.' He thought to himself.
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Aug 6, 2009 20:36:11 GMT -5
I ' V E B E E N T O T H E E D G E [/COLOR] Y E S I ' V E B E E N T O T H E E D G E.---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- T H E P A S T I S A L L T H A T ' S G O N E,T H E F U T U R E I S Y E T T O C O M E.[/CENTER] [/i] Cassie murmured, somewhat in shock and somewhat skeptical. A brow ascended slowly at her unwillingness to be associated with Conall. True, the werewolf was slightly abrasive. Perhaps that was why he had been her chosen right hand – he was useful. Other than this their relationship was utterly platonic. They coexisted as pack mates. Tolerant of each other simply because they were similar. It was evident, however, who was boss. ”Cassie this is your beta – Conall.” It was somewhat pleasing to introduce the two, mostly because she enjoyed the chemistry although it would have been more fun to observe if she was less afraid. As the beta recognized her, a faint smirk crept over her effeminate countenance. Perhaps that was the face of someone looking to irritate or make her skin creep…he knew he would fail in this. ”No one understands everything, Conall.” She responded quietly, not committing to taunting the mortal but neither was she saying that she was not intrigued. What a frightened little human it was. Conall’s taunting of the youth was to be expected, given power it took time to situate one’s self in the position, she monitored his actions carefully – the moment he overstepped his privileges she would slap him off his pedestal. Cassie’s compliance to the human’s demanding question was not surprising, not at all. In fact she was pleased with the youth’s humane appeal. It was enthralling. Yet another hint that she had not had many years of experience to grow calloused as she and Conall. She and the human shared this. His words, piercing through the air reminded her something of a rabbit’s death cry as it twitched and writhed and finally lay still. It would suffice to say that this analogy coaxed her stomach to turn in knots. Mmm..rabbit. She shunned her thoughts of hunger, it would have to work itself out while it waited. She took note of the meek one’s voiced responses, very much like a psychologist would jot down notes on a patient or in this case a study. The anxiety in his countenance was clear, well pronounced and maturing into paranoia she would sooner handle later. ”Why should I answer a question you yourself could not respond to if I asked you? Who are you?” It was a calm voice that rang out, softness one that denoted sinister calculation A brow ascended as she then sat and clenched her jowls, clearly fighting the moon. And then there was the resentment for it. Sombra could not help but chuckle to herself to the youth’s expense. ”You seem a little tense, dear. But yes,” She turned to the human, ”You risk dying in our company.” As Conall again prodded at Cassie, the placid tick of her gaze towards him allowed him the nicety of drawing the line. She would allow that but not more. The scent of another on their way induced a faint smirk and she turned slightly, before he had come into view her stare honed upon the vegetation he would soon surface from. This one was a stranger and therefore she took mild precaution despite his earthy scent and temperate aura. Such demeanors could be feigned; she had done so herself. Yet another curious soul. He seemed amiable, though Sombra watched his gaze flick to the human, however briefly, and squared her shoulders. The sensuous mocha of her gaze undergoing a swift metamorphosis from passive to something far more intense. It was a clear statement that this human was under temporary protection. Despite the fact that he was truly of little consequence to the she-wolf, he would only be allowed to be bothered after she had ventured away and he was someone else’s guinea pig. ”It is indeed.” She ventured calmly, though her own easy sneer was created at the inquiry. ”There is no good time to be in a town or city.” She chuckled softly at this, appendages folding lazily over her exquisite torso, lips forming a thin line though the outermost seams were quite subtly tipped upward in a faint smile. Good humor? For the moment. [/ul] TAG YOUR IT - Connal, Mattiga, Cassie & Arvid WORD COUNT - 802 NOW FOR THE OUTFIT – CLICK!LYRIC CREDIT - ' EIFFEL 65 THE EDGE, NOW IS FOREVER IMAGE CREDIT - MEE. AND PHOTOBUCKET TEMPLATE CREDIT -STRAWBERRY JAM! OF THE BLANK PAGES &CAUTION 2.0[/SIZE] |
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Post by mattiga on Aug 6, 2009 21:25:29 GMT -5
Mattiga's gaze was torn away from the moon as he heard one of the Women's voices cut through the silence that had fallen over the village and surrounding forest. He turned back to her with a frown, "What is you problem lady? What's wrong with something as beautiful as the moon? I don't care who or what you are, the moon is still mysteriously beautiful" He said through gritted teeth. He shook his head in annoyance and looked back up at the sky. He never could tell why people hated it so much, he'd come across many who hated it but, this woman seemed to hate it with a passion.
"You're quite the rude one aren't you. Asking so bluntly questions of crushes and with such bitterness." He smirked and looked at her with darkened eyes hidden behind a layer of dark bangs. "Such bitter people should stay in the forest where they belong." He practically spat in her direction.
"If I end up dead because of the moon so be it. If I end up a monster because of the moon so be it. I would still look upon it with pleasure." He grinned and then looked to the other male of the group as he spoke in unusual terms.
Mattiga frowned now with slight confusion. He didn't understand the way these people talked to each other. They seemed so formal yet bitter. He bit his lip as he tried to understand the connection.
He then heard the voice of yet another person. This time however his gaze immediately flicked to the newcomer. He stepped back a half-step ans bit through his lip from fear. "Arvid." He whispered under his breath as a small trickle of blood streamed into his mouth from the wound. He sucked on the wound thankful it wasn't bleeding on the outside of his mouth. He looked away from the group hoping Arvid wouldn't recognize him. Only when the other female spoke did he look back.
He heard the term beta, or were his ears mistaken? He frowned as thoughts rushed his mind. 'could these people..actually be?...no that's impossible! He looked to the ground as the woman spoke of his spasticly prattled questions. His eyes flicked to Arvid, he was as good as dead with the next words he was forced to speak,"Sorry for not introducing myself first. Mattiga Bontecou, from Canada." He said in a spoken whisper. He looked away once more to the moon,"But I'm still curious as to what you are. With the ways you speak, you may not be human." He smiled softly,"As for my safety," He turned to face the group,"I tend to stray away from it and into the arms of danger and suffering. Life's easier if you grasp it with welcoming arms instead of turning and refusing to recognize it." He then fell silent waiting for the worse hoping for the best, expecting nothing more than increased tension.
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Post by cassidytremmer on Aug 7, 2009 10:31:35 GMT -5
Muddled confusion was made a little less befuddling by Sombra's words. Cassie, this is your beta -- Conall. This simple sentence brought mixed emotions to the young she-wolf. On the one hand, Conall's irritating behavior was at least somewhat explained. He was higher rank and therefore had the privilege to act superior. One way or another, he would've had to work to earn his position. However, on the other hand, the previous lack of such information was more than a tad bothersome. When someone had authority, she wanted to know it, and not because she had any desire to be a kiss-ass. She just so happened to have a fierce belief that orders were for dogs, not people. As long as the alpha and beta could refrain from barking commands, then this night would proceed without any rebellion on Cassie's part. No matter her own feelings-a messy combination of unease, regret, and even anger- she was glad that someone had chosen to shed some light on the situation.
The tension clouding every inch of her being was lessened as Sombra stuck up for her. Well, maybe 'stuck up for' is a bit of an exaggeration, but Cassie would take what she could get. It was also nice to know that she hadn't spoken out of line too much by chewing out the human. Of course, the matriarch was the least of her worries at the current moment. The beast was almost to the point of breaking free.
Finally with a slight understanding of the man, Cassie's turquoise eyes flickered to Conall. A thin frown hung on her lips as his 'advice.' He was right, of course - she really must learn to stay within her boundaries and resist the urge to cause havoc but that was so much easier said than done. Not to mention, any impact his words might have had on her was lost in his tone. She wasn't going to let him walk on her. "I'll tread where ever it is I may choose and I'm sure I'll have no trouble remaining on my feet. You nor anyone else has a right to silence my opinion." That was the wolf talking. It certainly wasn't Cassie, as the brash statement had her avoiding eye-contact with either of the wolves and instead, admiring the dull blanket of leaves covering the ground.
If she'd though things would go any better, she was sadly mistaken. The human delivered quite a few spiteful blows, all of which Cassie endured with clenched fists and a few deep breaths. Well, until he had to go and say she belonged in the forest. What the hell was that supposed to mean? That she belonged with the animals? Scowling, the girl shoved herself to her feet, her eyes glaring daggers at Mattiga.This damn boy better shut his mouth before I rip it off. By this point, the poor girl was only an instrument to her own instincts, and though she was battling with them, eventually she would lose. The outcome of such a lapse of control will be rather unfortunate for the human.
The arrival of a new werewolf, one who seemed less formidable than her own two pack mates -probably because she didn't have a clue who he was- was viewed with dread by the young she-wolf. Now, there were three veteran wolves here. She didn't answer his question, but Sombra had done quite well with that so there was really no need.
Normally, Cassie would've been interested by the human's reaction to the newcomer, the fear was far greater than that he showed even for domineering Sombra. At the moment, however, she was still seething over his offensive attempts to insult her. His name? Meaningless. He was just the frightened boy with thrill-seeking issues. Honestly, walking out in the middle of the forest looking for werewolves is about the most brainless thing she'd ever heard of. At least he acknowledged his stupidity, in a round-about way.
With the ways you speak, you may not be human.
Really? She never would've guessed. "Are you sure you should be making accusations like that?"The young she-wolf, already pushed well over the edge, stalked over to the human and grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him within inches of her snarling face."Because I don't think you do." In a wave of rationality, Cassie released his shirt and took a step back. This was a bit suspicious. For all she knew, he could have been joking, and what did she do? Why, flip out of course. Oh well, she might as well stick to it now. Her tone low, she practically growled, Better let your curiosity go this time or it'll get you into more trouble than you can handle."
Of course, that's when her world came crashing down. Maybe she should have thought about this one. Sombra might not like it. Perhaps Conall would be angry. And, well, if the human hadn't known what they were before, he certainly would now.
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Post by conallforrest on Aug 9, 2009 22:03:37 GMT -5
Conall scented the newcomer as he stepped through the brush. He was good to mask his scent from one as in tune to the forest as Conell could be. He knew this was not his forest and that this factored into his senses being lessened; but it still had him smirking at the newcomer. That is until the boy so near to him whispered "Arvid." So this boy knew a wolf? was he this wolf's friend, or something? There was a hint of nostalgia and deep emotion in that one word. They knew each otehr but how Conall could only guess. Did the boy know Arvid was a wolf?
Conall was trying to be on his best behavior, he had seen the rebuke in Sombra's eyes and posture. He was supposed to be the example, not chiding the young ones. So he bit his tongue, literally as Cassie spoke out again. Her defensive posture and tone suggested her wolf was too close to the surface for this to be good. She was barely in control, her wolf was talking and saying things that were thinly veiled truths about their kind. Fortunately for her these things could be taken in any way. She had not said anything directly that would cause any trouble for them yet. She could be a gang that was violent she had yet to explain directly that they were wolves.
He looked at her with a stern gaze, but he bit his tongue again, this time he tasted blood. He tried to catch Sombra's eyes. He would not stray out of line again. He knew better. He liked to play, but he had a good head and knew when to reign himself in. His concern was in the newcomer, was he a threat? The boy had not moved from his side and he wasn't sure if this newcomer was a good thing or not. There had to be something that would cause the boy to stay closer to him than one he knew.
Conall stood his full 5 foot 10 inches and tried to look capable yet placid. It was a tough line to walk; yet he had a lot of experience doing it. His eyes were shading golden to the usual milk chocolate brown. He was in full control but the wolf was here to help if needed for muscle. He waited.
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