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Post by dakota junnette walkman on Feb 21, 2013 15:18:48 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461] if i die young, bury me in satin Dakota had been enjoying running around the countryside for the better side of two days and was ready to cool off and take a much needed bath. Dirt smeared her pale cheek and made her made her look like a desirable little forest nymph, albeit a very short and skinny forest nymph but a nymph nonetheless. She had only been in this city and hadn’t really found work just yet so she had been forced to sleep outside, but with her wolf form it made that a bit easier as she could easily keep warm at night and food wasn’t much of a problem either as she ate whatever really came across her path, though she had yet to come across a human while she was hunting. She feared them to say the least. She knew that they wouldn’t be as understanding as she was of the new creature that she was.
Guilt was starting to pull at her as she sat under a tree and frowned as she thought about her father and the look of surprise on his face when his own daughter transformed into a monster and attacked him the first night that she had turned. She had tried to control it but the instinct to kill the thing that was threatening her was so strong it seemed almost animal. But to tell the truth it was the animalistic instincts that had caused her to lose control and in turn lose her father. She had no one to blame except herself, or perhaps the man who had made her the way she was. Oliver hadn’t stuck around since the night that he had attacked her. He probably thought that she was dead instead of what she was now. She rolled her eyes at the thought and crossed her arms over her chest and made her way down towards the water.
The wind gave a slight howl as the young black haired woman knelt down beside the river, she slowly dipped her hands into the water and pulled them back up and sipped the water from her hands. It was then that the scent of another wolf caught her attention and she looked around for a moment, slightly nervous. She thought that it was one of the members of the pack and she let out a small growl before she stood up and made a mad dash for one of the trees’ and easily swung herself up into the branches and began to climb higher and higher. Dakota wasn’t usually this skittish but she hadn’t been in Converse for very long, nor had she been a Werewolf for very long either so she wasn’t sure what to expect from them.
Her deep grey eyes scanned the ground, her muscles tense and ready to pounce if this wolf made any unnecessary movements. It had been quite some time since she had come in contact with another wolf. It was likely that she wouldn’t even see them as a wolf and they would be in their human form. Dakota wasn’t quite sure. But she knew that she needed to get away, her instincts where saying fight or flight and she sincerely hoped that it would be the second option. She didn’t think she could live with herself if she killed someone again. The guilt at killing her father was starting to nip at her very soul and making her slightly depressed, no matter how often she reminded herself that it wasn’t her fault. That she had had no control over the matter. But that didn’t seem to count to her brain and that was one of the reasons why she hid and held perfectly still in hopes of the wolf just passing her by.
WORDS - 624 - NOTES - first post! - TAG - isaiah |
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Post by isaiah on Feb 21, 2013 21:00:03 GMT -5
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i'm hanging by a thread. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Isaiah was taking a stroll down the beach. He smiled as the wind howled around his body. His dress shirt flew in the wind and all the buttons popped off. He laughed because his shert flew open and he could feel the wind accross his chest. He loved his body and loved exposing it. His dress pants were flapping in the wind as he walked in his dress shoes. He liked working in an office but he wished he could have something to do with the weather or even being out doors. He loved storms and he could smell one coming now. The beach was relaxing and he could use a cool down for his brain. He had just come from an important meeting and was ready to relax. He heard thunder roaring in the distance. He laughed as the thunder roared he loved seeing lightning and the danger that it held. Rain is the peace and Lightning is the chaos. He loved finding the balances in life. It reminded him of his life saying." There must always be a balance between Peace and Chaos. If not then something is not right in the World." It was something his father had always told him before he passed away. As the wind shifted a scent came to his nose. It was a musky scent and he instantly knew it was another Werewolf. Isaiah had never come accross another Werewolf before and because of that he crouched growling.
What he did next shocked even Isaiah himself. Isaiah ran towards the source of the scent. After making it halfway there Isaiah turned an ran back freightened. He heard a slight growl in the distance which he thought meant they heard him. Isaiah was freightened but he maintained his human form. He thought that they may mistake him for being human but he didn't know. He relaxd after a moment then sat down. He sprawled out on the beach and waited hoping that the Werewolf would grace him with their presence. He didn't know what he would do or even what he would say. However, he knew that he must do something or risk being attacked. Isaiah knew how to fight in both his wolf and human forms. He was trained when he was young and that helped him throughout his life. From the school bullying to the fights in college and even to the bar brawls in his early adult years. He knew how to protect himself in case this Werewolf became hostile.
Secretly though, Isaiah feared killing another Werewolf. It was something his parents taught him never to do unless he feared his own life. They mentioned that certain wolfs are a part of a pack. Meaning they had friends and family that would fight over their death. Isaiah wished he could be a part of something like that so he hoped he could find a mate and start his own. Shamefully Isaiah knew that he couldn't handle the commitment. He knew that his crazy moments from the past would come back to haunt him. He feared the loss of someone he had come to love or even possible mated with. He knew that once he found his true mate though, that his days of cheating would be done for. The wolf part of him mated for life which caused he himself to mate for life. Isaiah laid his head back and simply waited.
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Post by dakota junnette walkman on Mar 5, 2013 2:52:55 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px; border-top: 20px solid #151515;][bg=2e4461]if i die young, bury me in satin When it appeared that the wolf was coming no closer Dakota's brow slowly raised and then she began to climb down from the tree. She turned a wary eye toward the direction of the wolfs scent. Enough time had passed in Dakota's opinion so she went back to what she was previously going to do. She approached the water and smiled as she stripped off her clothing and waded into the water. The coolness felt wonderful against her warm skin. When she was waist deep in the water she took a breath and then ducked beneath the water and scrubbed lightly at her hair even though she didn't have any shampoo to wash it, which she knew was one of the first things on her list of things she needed to get once she had some money. She hadn't exactly thought her whole running away thing threw but what else was she to do? She had murdered someone and it was bound to be discovered one way or another that she was connected to it and so she had had to disappear. Now it was as if she didn't even exhist. And in a way it gave Dakota comfort, and at the same time it didn't. She had grown used to being near people and she much prefered it that way, reguardless of if they where assholes or total bitches Dakota liked people. And she was starting to feel more and more alone.
After holding her breath for nearly three minutes Dakota re-emerged from the water and wrung out her hair after she scrubbed most of the dirt from her body. Her inner wolf begged to be released, as she usually did when she wanted to cause a little mischief. But then again what seventeen year old girl didn't want to get into a little bit of trouble now and again? Ever so slowly Dakota allowed herself to shift into her wolf form, leaving her clothes in a pile and then took off in the direction of the other wolf. Her nose sniffed the air taking in his scent she arrived on the beach and her bright golden eyes scanned the area trying to pinpoint where he or she was before her eyes landed on the tall and handsome man. He reminded her a bit of Oliver which made her a bit wary at first but she only had to remind herself that this man wasn't Oliver and odds where he was just as lost as she was, or he could be part of one of the two packs in the area. She didn't know which one it was but for the most part her curiosity was getting the best of her.
Kota let out a little yip and her tail wagged slightly as she looked at Isaiah and then cocked her head to the side, her ears flicking everytime the wind blew against them. The submissive wolf in her wasn't sure if she should roll over onto her back to show that she meant him no harm or if she should tuck tail and run away. Her mind was at war with itself and she wasn't certain what she was suposed to do anymore. She hadn't been a werewolf for very long and she still wasn't sure what she was suposed to do. What she was meant to do anymore. Life had seemed so much more simple when she had been human. She had only wanted to graduate from high school and go to college, have a family and horses and die of old age. But that didn't seem to be the case anymore. Life seemed to like to throw rocks into your plans, little bumps in the road that liked to steer you completely off course but none of that seemed to matter now. Life didn't give two shits about what Kota had wanted with her life and now she didn't know what to do with it. Now she knew that she wanted to do something that meant something, she wanted to be something or someone important. Even if she was only important to one person, she wanted a change from this ever growing lonliness. She wanted to live.
WORDS - 701 - NOTES - sorry it took so long babe! - TAG - isaiah |
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Post by isaiah on Mar 5, 2013 12:29:41 GMT -5
isaiah muennix if you only knew
i'm hanging by a thread. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Isaiah was still nervous of the werewolf that he could smell but he couldn't determine if it was male or female. When suddenly on the beach before him appeared a small little white wolf. Small in comparison to him. He smiled and stretched his hand out in a way to show that he didn't mean any trouble or to harm her in any way possible. Isaiah smiled as he heard her yip lightly then wag her tail. At this point he knew that the werewolf was a female but he didn't know if it was rogue, stray, or even part of a pack but he was determined to find out. His inner wolf yearned to play with another for the first time so reluctantly Isaiah turned himself around and began to strip. Shortly after the last of his clothes were piled up and with his back to the wolf he slowly turned into his wolf form. He stretched for a couple of minutes and then quickly ran circles around the little wolf. Now in his wolf form he realized that she wasn't really as short as he first thought but he still had some height on her. The wolf to him looked frail and sickly with water still in her fur.
As Isaiah walked circles around the wolf in his own wolf form he started to notice slight similarities between the two of them. Her fur wasn't shiny and neither was his which meant to him that she may be a stray as well. He hoped that he could spend more time with her but he realized that his job would prevent that from happening. He needed to learn who the werewolf was in human form so that perhaps another time that they were both not busy he could meet with her again. Yet seeing as it was his day off and he hadn't been out in a while so he decided to play with the wolf while he had the chance. He stretched a little more before running off into the water splashing water all over himself. The feel of the cold water relaxed him and he slowed down before running back out onto the beach and yipping at the wolf. He was worried that she wouldn't want to play but at the same time he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that this wolf was different then what he thought.
Isaiah smiled as he thought to himself of what might happen this day. The wind howled and he could smell a storm brewing in the south. He knew it was going to be rough and he howled at the sound of it. He ran up and down the edge of the water then back to the wolf. He was hyper as could be. He finally decided to lay down with his head on his paws in front of the new wolf he discovered. He hoped that they could become friends and hopefully even more. He hoped yet feared the commitment it may bring. He let out a final yip before plopping his head down onto his paws.
TAGGING(DAKOTA). WORDCOUNT(527). OUTFIT.
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