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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 3, 2007 21:34:40 GMT -5
((ooc: i apologize for all of the cussing in this post, well.. i dont apologize actually. Adele is a profane person. i guess i just warn you guys.))
Run. Faster. Faster! The night enfolded everything in its ultimate darkness.
Away from the city, treetops formed a thick canopy that blocked the moonlight from directly seeing the bottom. Eerie silver shadows were cast unto the ground as they managed to escape through occasional holes in the branches. And in the wind the forest was brought to life in the light.
There was something foreboding about the full moon tonight as it sat dominantly over everything in the sky. Silver light shone out in circles around the moon, providing a lunar aura that was easily as thick on all sides as the moon was wide.
All was quiet under the trees’ shelter; no nighttime critters could be heard stirring about. None at all. Except for Adele. And the wind, which provided a constant rustling of leaves and branches under the teen’s running steps.
What the Hell have I done? Adele ran, sprinting as fast as she could, her paws hitting the ground as soft ‘pat’s. She ran away; away from the city into the refuge of the forest. Ran away from the street lights and Humans; away from the mess. What the Hell had she done?
With each stride, Adele’s powerful legs carried her further and further away from that mistake. Her white pelt would have been noticeable to any Human in the forest, but as the wolf she would not be stopped. Blood stained her paws and mouth, but it was not her own. She pushed herself harder than she had ever pushed herself, to run faster; her speed could not be matched.
At a decent clump of trees in the forest, far away from the city lights, a small creek slithered a solitary path. Adele slowed to a stop here and returned to her Human form.
Angry tears lay at the brink of her eyes, and she trembled as she knelt on bare knees to wash her hands in the creek. What the f*ck just happened?
Everything had been going fine; just the way it always went. She had met a young couple on their way home from a night on the town, and was invited back to their apartment.
Where did it go wrong?
The woman had tasted so wonderful, like a new treat she had finally been introduced to; and she had been quite the sport at taking Adele’s rage. Such a good sport. But then…
Her actions seemed so amateur. It was like it wasn’t even her. Who was this stupid girl in her skin with no common sense? Had she really forgotten about the boyfriend?
Ever since she’d met that other Perrin, Adele couldn’t seem to focus right.
I thought… She thought she had knocked the boyfriend out. But then he’d attacked her from behind while she was preoccupied with the appetizer.
Adele had gone off then, hitting the man and knocking him around like a pillow. He hadn’t been such a good sport.
But then, for some odd reason Adele did not know, she’d returned to her Human skin right as she was ripping into the man’s Adam’s apple with her teeth.
And then she had sat there for a moment, stewing in her unabashed anger, looking from one mangled Human to the next. She was so pissed at herself for forgetting about the d*mn boyfriend, and for getting so worked up in the first place. So pissed, she just left; got up and ran, leaving the apartment and its former inhabitants in pieces.
“F*ck… F*ck. F*ck!” She growled violently, kneeling over herself, pulling at her blonde hair.
She needed to calm down. Take a breath..
She was better than this, she thought. It had taken so much time and effort and discipline to control and adapt to the increased abilities Perrin Goldeneyes had passed to her. But she *had* done it. She had been able to control and regulate her feelings and actions as the Lycan. But her outburst tonight was horrific. She hadn’t been this angry in so long; and she wasn’t even sure what had sparked the fuse in the first place.
She slammed her fists into the forest ground as a final act of her tantrum, and sat there for a moment looking into the shallow creek.
There was an old abandoned house nearby in the woods that Adele had left her clothes in. There had been the distinctive, but faint, Lycan stench over the small building which made Adele think that Werewolves would occasionally inhabit the place on hunts; and she planned to go back to it. But first she needed to cool off.
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Post by Pablo on Oct 4, 2007 14:32:32 GMT -5
The lycan continued to shake his head intensely as his jaws clamped down harder onto a piece of meat. He liked to play with his food which at the time he didn't know what it was. But as a werewolf meat was meat. The corpse could not be recognized as male or female, human or animal. He had most likely chewed through the bones of the dead... thing. Thing was perhaps the best choice of words to describe it. There was a clear pathway in which the lycan ate his meal. The wolf bathed in the moon light his figure could be seen from far away. Behind him the rustle of branches and leaves could be heard, instinctively he turned his ahead around and went to explore. There was little left to eat anyways. As he made his way through the forest he came across the path Adele had made. The foot prints were rather large, he compared them to his paws. As he placed his paw onto the ground he noticed it was a nearly perfect fit. Wolf Pablo let out a howl at that moment, one of his own kind were near he told himself. Automatically he began to follow the path, first at a slow pace then at a perhaps unmatched quick pace. His paws touched the ground for not even a split second before he continued to move. The werewolf's running style seemed to look more like a horse then any other animal. He stared straight down following the path, and if he had been running any slower or paying more attention, Pablo would of avoided the house. But he did not, instead he broke right through the wall sending a large crushing noise through the once peaceful forest.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 4, 2007 20:53:38 GMT -5
A loud howl rang out, and the cry bounced back off from the treetops and spread throughout the forest. Adele looked up from her position by the creek as the Lycan howl spoke to her.
When she had been a Human, she had heard wolf cries, but they had all sounded the same to her, whether or not it was the same wolf howling out. As a Lycan, she noticed that all of the howls were distinct; each voices of the particular Lycan issuing them. And it was just as easy to detect emotion in the cries as it was to pick up emotion in Human conversations. This howl had found Adele’s tracks.
She panicked briefly, and returned to her Lycan form. She hated being naked, and it had been just her luck (not really) that Lycan’s were the ultimate nudists.
Out of courtesy, Adele rose her head into the night air and issued a howl of her own in response to the first call.
A loud crash seemed to answer her. Adele c0cked her head to the side, that wasn’t quite what she had been expecting, and it sounded close. Like it was by the abandoned house. Whatever that sound had been, Adele wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle it with a level head; but because the crash had happened after the howl of another Lycan, she wanted to check it out.
Making her way toward the house, she had seen nothing that could have made such a noise yet. Adele approached the house from the front, not seeing the damage that had been caused, and squeezed through the front door in her Lycan form.
The scene inside the house was not something Adele could say that she had seen before, and she stopped, looking from the hole in the side of the house to the Lycan who lay on the floor still partially in the wall. “What the Hell did you do that for?” Her tone was more curious than it was anything else, but she was kind of disappointed at this new door.
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Post by Pablo on Oct 4, 2007 21:10:10 GMT -5
One of the lycan's hind legs was still stuck in the wall as Adele entered. With a good pull the leg came loose propelling Pablo a few feet forward. His head turned back to look at Adele. It was oddly painful. The werewolf's first reaction was to growl and reveal his two front canine teeth. "Because I felt like it!" He retorted. But it was followed by a weak. "I wasn't exactly looking." And if a lycan's face could show emotion, his showed a slight bit a shame. With a tiny bit pain, mixed with humor. Pablo at that moment decided Adele was no threat to him, she seemed oddly familiar. But then again Pablo seemed to recognize every Lycan. Due to the fact there weren't many left. Taking a step closer to the female wolf, he began to sniff. He was perhaps a foot away, though he had declared her harmless. Pablo knew some lycans had become low enough to work for vampires. His senses were as aware as ever.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 4, 2007 23:05:14 GMT -5
Adele barred her own teeth when the Lycan growled at her, and was all too ready for a brawl if he turned out to be hostile. But she relaxed the tension of her face when he admitted he hadn’t been paying attention.
Laughter came up out of nowhere in her, but Adele managed to hold it back, not wishing to add insult to injury. “Chasing something interesting?” Everything seemed interesting in Lycan form, so many new sights, sounds and smells; and if it could run, there was always a thrill in chasing it down.
She looked back at the hole in the wall, this wasn’t her place but it did seem like Lycans lived here on occasion. They probably wouldn’t be happy about the damage.
As Pablo came closer, sniffing the air, Adele stepped back a bit into the door, “Don’t even think about sniffing my a.ss.” But his own smell filtered over to Adele, and she spaced out for a moment trying to concentrate. She had smelled him before, but she couldn’t remember when or where it had been. This was going to drive her insane.
“I’m Adele Holst… you okay?”
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Post by Pablo on Oct 7, 2007 15:59:19 GMT -5
"I didn't plan to." He responded still keeping his safe distance. Adele seemed familiar or smelt familiar. A distant memory at the most. "Chasing your tracks... I think." The wolf's head cocked to the side. The house seemed like it was once cozy. That once cozy could of been three minutes ago. "Adele?" He said the name as if he was trying to get use to it. There was some familiarity behind the name but not much. "Pablo and yes I'm feeling quite well. Just a rather large headache. Nothing some tynenol can't fix." He said joking.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 8, 2007 21:22:10 GMT -5
Learning his name did not help Adele remember where she had encountered his smell before. She was disappointedly not satisfied with having a name to the smell if it didn’t sound familiar or help her remember. It was at the tip of her tongue, well, nose; she was positive she had encountered it before, and she could think of a couple of places where she might have first noticed it, but none seemed to fit.
This really was going to irritate her, but she forced herself to forget it for now.
“My tracks…?” Adele had been standing on her hind legs, but now she lowered herself onto all-fours. Perhaps she should go back and cover her tracks; it seemed likely that the mess she’d left in the city would be found by morning. But for some reason, Adele didn’t mind the thought of being chased down. Even if people on the streets remembered seeing her with the couple and could describe her physical appearance, they didn’t have her name or any other information, and she planned on being gone by tomorrow afternoon anyway. She did not feel threatened by the thought of police or hunters; she’d dealt enough with the former as a Human, and didn’t think hunters would be too difficult to take care of either.
As Pablo mentioned his headache, Adele admired the hole he’d made again, and grinned awkwardly as the Lycan, playing with him, “Good thing you have a hard head.” She laughed a little bit, her head and shoulders moving with the throaty laugh the wolf produced.
At the table near the door, right next to her, Adele’s clothes still sat, thrown across the table top in no manner of neatness, “You staying here tonight?”
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Post by Pablo on Oct 9, 2007 20:55:19 GMT -5
Pablo stared at Adele for a second and was also trying to remember where he had first encountered her. Perhaps at the den... That one full moon. He thought. The thought then quickly ended with his conscience disagreeing. Then followed by the question which night? The boy was irritated with the voice in his head, it asked to many questions. Why can't I be a simple person? He asked himself ignoring the voice, which would come up with a long explanation.
"Indeed, Good for me at least. Not for the owners or who ever dwells in this house." The wolf began to explore the cabin, he pushed a door open revealing a small simple bed. There was another door next to the one he had opened. Pablo assumed it was another room. Turning around he returned to Adele. "Sure... Do you have an extra pair of clothes? Wait is this your house?"
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 10, 2007 0:18:59 GMT -5
Adele sighed when the other Lycan did not laugh at her joke; but he had added to it, so perhaps she didn't seem like a complete b*tch.
Watching Pablo go through the house, she walked closer to the table, her claws tapping the wooden floor softly with each step.
"Oh..." she looked at him when he asked if she had a spare pair of clothes, "Seriously?" That was kind of awkward. She had had an extra pair, but she'd left them back in the city at the apartment; a lot of good that did. "Well," she looked over at her clothes lying on the table. Her hoodie was long enough to cover what needed to be covered. She laughed a bit at what she was about to say, but was earnest in her offer, "You could wear my pants if you don't have anything... But they might be a little tight." She grabbed her pants gently with her teeth and dragged them to the floor for Pablo to see.
"No way. This isn't my place. Your a.ss would be smeared across the remaining walls if it was." Adele laughed, and stuck out her tongue. This place, even if it was a bit small, was much nicer than her house had been. "You look so familier..." She spoke her thoughts out loud; she had been saying that phrase a lot lately.
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Post by Pablo on Oct 10, 2007 19:06:09 GMT -5
The lycan's eyes opened widely in disbelief at her pants. "You have to be kidding me!" He exclaimed, it was a matter of him trying to wear the pants. "There must be some clothes left over in here, the previous owners had to wear clothes at one point in their lives." He turned around and prepared to look for a pair of shorts or pants. "Besides I don't wish to be within your pants." It was now Pablo's turn to joke. The wolf cocked his head back to look at Adele, at that moment he was sure they had come across each others path. "Right back at ya. " His memory tried to recall where he had first seen/smelt/heard the female wolf. "Do you remember the old den?" He asked. If she did it would some what help him. There was no point of remembering somebody's face if you didn't remember the person's personality. He quickly turned back to face her. Trying to fit the appearance of the lycan into any of his memories.(Don't kill me if I'm wrong but this is how I remember them meeting.) "Did you ever come apon a sleeping wolf outside the old den? To shortly become threatened by a much larger one?" (And since we never got farther then that in the roleplay you can make up the rest.  ) |
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 14, 2007 3:19:16 GMT -5
"You have to be kidding me!" Pablo exclaimed."What..?" The word was soft, and had begun to ask what was wrong with her pants. Sure, they were both in Lycan form, but he seemed about her size. "They've only got one hole in the knee... Oh." Adele laughed when he said he didn't want to get in her pants; it would have been pretty funny to see a guy wearing girl's pants anyway. She grabbed her hoodie and shirt carefully by her teeth as Pablo inquired about her memories of the Sweden Den, and set them on the floor. "Yeah, I remember the Den in Sweden." Adele looked back at Pablo with her sad grey eyes. As this Lycan described the scene that had happened at the old Den, it all came rushing back to her. The larger Lycan, "Yeah, that guy was a d1ck," as well as the younger one who looked just like this Lycan. Looked and smelled just like Pablo. Adele looked down and shook her head, smiling as if the answer had been obvious the whole time and she had just now seen it, "You were the sleeping wolf?" This was more of a statement than a question. ((you got it picture perfect )) It seemed to Adele like that incident had happened so long ago, but really was only about a year or so. Sometimes the world was so small. She decided to help Pablo search for clothes around the small house, and went into the other room. There didn't seem to be anything laying about in plain view, but she began looking under the bed and in the closet, as well as in the small dresser in the corner. "Were you at the Den on that day? The day it.. was destroyed?" She asked Pablo, concerning the day the Vampires had attacked. She really wanted to hear from someone who had actually been there instead of just the rumors from the friend's of friend's of the survivors.
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Post by Pablo on Oct 14, 2007 19:21:57 GMT -5
Pablo attempted to grin at the comment of the werewolf. He didn't know how to grin as a werewolf. To him animals couldn't grin. But things were much different in his human body. Most of the time there was a smirk on his face. The slightly happy moment for the wolf ended at the comment of the vampire attack. It was obviously a touchy subject for any true lycan. The ones that actually lived in the den, and made it their home. "No unfortunately I wasn't...." He paused for awhile, leaving an awkward silence. "I was just miles away after the explosion. It was a mess when I returned.... There were a handful still alive. But there was nothing I could do to help them..." Pablo finished telling his tale. He wished not to go into anymore detail. The lycan on the brink of death had given their 'power' to the boy. Much like how Perrin had given Adele his strength. Except for the young male lycan none were as strong as his mentor. But there were multiply, and it added up to make a large amount.
"You want revenge don't you?" He asked as he searched for clothes. Pablo had it planned out, everything. He knew where to find a large amount of desperate men and women who were willing to be turned.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 16, 2007 5:51:30 GMT -5
Adele paused in her search for a moment as Pablo described what he had witnessed, and she leaned her Lycan body to the side, resting her head against the wall. "You got there after-wards, hm?" Sh1t, that sucked. "Did you... see anything of the Mother?" She had heard so many different rumors, but nothing she could trust as being true. Although it had been so long since she'd heard anything of Alena Wulf that Adele was starting to think maybe the rumors of the Lycan Mother's death were true.
She pushed herself away from the wall, and opened up the bottom drawer of the dresser. It was filled with white garments; a couple were just sheets for the beds, but there did seem to be shirts and a few pants at the bottom, although they looked like pajama pants. "Here..." she muttered and stepped aside.
"Yes, the Vampires are due for a good a.ss-kicking." Of course she wanted revenge. They had destroyed the only real home she'd known. And they had killed hundreds of her brothers and sisters, mentors and peers; they'd taken away the people who had actually cared for her.
But she didn't know how to go about with the revenge; it seemed like the Vampires were so many in numbers, and Lycans had been reduced to so little. She had been given Perrin Goldeneyes' strengths and powers, but she did not know how to lead like he had.
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Post by Pablo on Oct 16, 2007 14:26:40 GMT -5
"There at the moment I had not...." He paused. "But I don't know maybe a couple months ago I had seen her. She seemed to be in perfect condition there... And she had her daughter with. Alena er." Constantly Pablo forgot to call Alena his queen. Yes at moments the boy looked up to her, and always obeyed her command. But at one point to Pablo, She had lost her queeness. "Our Queen said it was Raven's child. Turns out we have a mut-." Pablo stopped himself. Perhaps calling Lucia a mutt wasn't the best idea. But he had no ill intention. The boy now assumed that he would have to take orders from Lucia, after she was the Queen's heiress. "A hybrid..."
The teenager looked at the pants and managed not to chuckle. "They look like clown pants... But they would do." The wolf's head disappeared into the dresser, as he pulled his head out, the clown pants were in his teeth. Pablo held it like a mother lion would hold her cub. Letting go of his bite he let them drop to the floor. He could only assume what Adele thought. "The vampires seem endless. But I know of a place, thats very sunny. Overpopulated... and not nearly enough food to support themselves. I would guess these people are desprete..." He obviously spoke of Africa. It was a simple plan, the vampires didn't like the sun. Sure in the city they could hide from it, but in some regions it was nearly only open plain.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 18, 2007 13:38:05 GMT -5
"Her daughter?" Adele tried not to laugh, but was happy to hear that Alena had survived. And, well, surprised; when the Hell had that happened? "Wait... Raven Lestat?"
While Pablo disappeared to try on the pants, Adele nudged the drawer closed and leaned back against the wall. Her bottom jowls hung open, as if in a dazed smile, and she laughed lightly. What the Hell had Alena been doing..? Well, she supposed she knew, but he was a Vampire, their King. It must have been rape, there was no way the Lycan Mother would... It didn't make sense.
Adele watched as Pablo came back still in his Lycan form, and could not restrain laughing for a moment now, "Don't want to look like a clown? You sure you don't want to take me up on my offer? You could wear my shirt too; my hoodie is all I need to cover up."
She listened silently as he explained about this place he knew of. Yeah, the people there would probably make good Lycans. They were already used to tough conditions, and if they were given a new chance at survival they would be loyal to help against the Vampires. What an easy way to get the numbers up. She didn't much enjoy hot weather, but Hell, if it would help the Lycans, she was up for it. "I would help you 'recruit'."
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