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Post by triell on Mar 20, 2013 16:35:32 GMT -5
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if you say stay to me
Heavy paws slapped against the ground as the bulk of a brute stalked his way through the foliage. He’d been avoiding the Pack all morning, too tired to deal with all the whiny brats at the house. He’d not been sleeping well, a fact not that well known other than to his Alpha and himself. The clouds rumbled angrily over head, a sound that startled the brute into a random rock.
With a snarl, the wolf gave his head a sharp shake, lips pulling back over his teeth as he glared grumpily at the stone. Leaping atop of the rock, Triell continued grumbling darkly to himself. Bones cracked and bent as the giant black wolf grew, black fur being replaced with tan skin and golden locks. Amber orbs shrunk and brightened to a soft silver as he stood slowly, grabbing his clothes from the ground and slipping silently back into them. He toyed with the dark grey shirt in his hands, contemplating on putting it back on or just leaving it off.
Dropping it onto the stone with a grumble before falling back across the cool grass. All around him were twigs, some sticking against his skin and other getting tangled in his hair, but still he lay there, staring up at the sky through the dense canopy above.
WORDS: 0 2 2 1 TAG: Luk NOTES: Ish kinda sucky -- but I'm just getting into Triell again xP |
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Post by Lukan Christopher Oliver on Mar 21, 2013 1:13:04 GMT -5
 Rain represented cleansing and rebirth... at least, that's what Lukan's first - and last - middle school English teacher told him. They spent nearly an hour discussing the symbols; apparently river and rain had different meanings, not like Luk cared. He just remembered them, otherwise they were irrelevant. Besides, what did he have to "cleanse" himself of, anyway? He was clean already! No problems or anything... right, Luk. Even though J had adopted him and treated him like his real son, the sixteen year old still have a plethora of problems. He was standoffish, rebellious (probably a result of missing his friend: Dave), and oh so awkward when it came to romance. As if that wasn't bad enough, he also had a tendency to panic when around humans - yeah, thanks dad - and thus, stuck to the Converse wilderness. Right, Luk. No problems to wash away.
Lukan watched the sky tentatively - contemplating heading for cover - before he continued his stroll through the forest. The trees would be his sanctuary if the rain should fall, they rarely let him down. And soon enough, he had launched himself up into the tree branches with a fast beating heart and flickering eyes; he heard a growl. Yes, he was on Walizi territory. Yes, he had heard the stories. Many of which were just exaggerations and stupid - like how the alpha ate little werewolf babies for breakfast - but one was oh so very true; it wasn't long ago that Rufus Bailey was taken into the pack against his will. Luk was never fond of the scrawny boy. He was noisy, a drunk, and an intense partier; none of which appealed to Luk. But the idea of being "kidnapped" into a back... it almost made his skin crawl. It was for that reason that he was exploring. What was an adventure without some danger? Jason be damned, Luk wanted a little fun. But that snarl had almost made the danger a little too real.
He peered through the branches with furtive eyes, both curious and apprehensive about his surroundings. But rather than show all his fear, Luk retained a look of indifference; not like he cared if he got hurt, right? It was very much this standoffish disposition that scared away many potential friends, or gave him more trouble than he wanted. Finally, he saw the source of the growl; some Walizi wolf from the look of it. Well who else did he expect to see here? Orion wolves!? Doubtful. Luk was stuck up in his tree like a helpless cat. He tried to shift positions to make himself more comfortable while he waited for the other to leave, but all he'd managed to do was scrape his boot noisily against the bark. He mouthed one single word in frustration: fuck.
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TAGS! Triell
NOTES! None
CREDITS! Haze |
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Post by triell on Mar 21, 2013 8:58:33 GMT -5
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if you say stay to me
Triell didn't know how long he'd been laying there before the rain actually began to fall. Blinking rapidly as the water fell into his eyes, the wolf pushed himself into a sitting position, shaking his hair like a dog might. And then, he changed. Silver orbs narrowed towards a tree, lips drawing back into a scowl as he leaped to his feet.
"I know you're in the damn tree. Show yourself!" he snarled, hands clenched tight as he eyed the tree cautiously. Having never had the best sense of smell, and with the rain messing with it, Triell couldn't tell who or what was in the tree, leaving him tense and flustered. "Come out now and I might just spare your life," he continued after a moment.
The stranger would have to put up a good fight if they wanted to kill him, he knew -- but still, not being able to see or smell the stranger was putting the wolf on edge.
WORDS: 0 1 6 9 TAG: Luk NOTES: I blame the shortness on school xP |
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Post by Lukan Christopher Oliver on Mar 23, 2013 0:43:18 GMT -5
Lukan felt his blood run cold as his "prey" - if you could call it that - spoke up. The boy's claws scraped nervously against the gnarled branch, making long grooves into the bark. The ran spattering against his back was doing very little to calm his nerves. Screw those people who say rain is calming! To Luk, it was wet, cold, wet, blinding, and wet! He didn't think he could feel more uncomfortable... until the stranger spoke again; or rather, threatened him. The sixteen year old may have snapped back with some snarky retort, but he didn't know this man. If Luk knew anything, it was to not fuck too much with strangers. Death threats meant it was time to pull back a little. It was a very good code to live by, in Lukan's opinion.
If he was to follow this self imposed rule... well, then he'd have to get out of the tree; damn strangers with their threats! Lukan grit his teeth and shook water out of his hair like a wet dog. Fine... fine he'd climb down! With a stifled groan, Luk clambered down from the tree - careful not to lose his grip on the slippery bark - before cautiously making his way towards the stranger. Eventually, he became close enough so that the rain no longer obscured their vision. The teen stood wet, cold, and apprehensive; dark hair clung to his forehead while he watched the seemingly older male.
"You gonna kill me?" His eyes narrowed to blue slits, but the corner of his lip twitched nervously; Luk sometimes could hype up his ego to the point where he thought he was the best hunter in the world, but the stranger's threat had him all flustered if not afraid.
WORDS! 295
TAGS! Triell
NOTES! None
CREDITS! Haze |
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