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Post by Vincent Valentine on Mar 7, 2008 2:57:04 GMT -5
Vincent recently had noticed that his presence on the hunter network had increased immensely, thus forcing him to disappear, but a few days a later Vincent had to return to the surface again, for someone in his dreams had told him that something terrible is going to happen, real soon, so Vincent had to travel back to the world he thought he had left behind for awhile. 'Where does he wants me to be?' Vincent thought for himself.
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Post by Namir Black on Mar 7, 2008 17:45:09 GMT -5
(Mind if i post with you Vincent?)
Namir needed to get away. Her mind was a tumultuous wreck after the deal with Pete and Jarrod. But she didn't want to think of that right now. She just needed to get out, get away, and breathe... Oxygen... She breathed in the deep, heavy forest air. Namir's bare feet connected with the soft, cool, padded earth and it was as if all was right.. Almost. Savoring every second she pulled off her clothes and stashed them with her weapons and boots behind a tree. With a few sickening cracks of her ribs and an eruption of thick black fur she was at one with nature. Where the teenaged girl stood now stood a lustrous midnight black wolf in her place. The lean wolf took off running in no specific direction, just running as far and fast as she could. When Namir got further into the thick woods she picked up a scent. Her run slowed and she tilted the leather of her black nose to the wind. There was another lycan close by.. she could smell him. She couldn't recognize the scent, so it couldn't be one of her boys, she thought. But still eerily familiar. Curious, she ran off in the direction of the scent, eager for not only the freedom of being a wolf, but for a new company.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Mar 9, 2008 14:21:52 GMT -5
(I don't mind.)
Vincent noticed an approaching scent closing fast, he waited for the unknown creature to approach him, he had no fears, 'cause he was home, where he was most comfortable, Vincent was prepared to transform to his Wolf form, but now he recognized the scent, it was fellow Lycans, so he lowered his guard, even though she was not part of his flock.
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Post by Namir Black on Mar 9, 2008 18:04:35 GMT -5
(...i am part of your pack.. i'm your descendant since pete bit me.) The black wolf's paws padded on the dirt in rhythmic thumps as she ran deeper into the forest. The smell got thicker and heavier as she got closer to the source. Her mind groped out for things to pick up on, name, origin, anything that would help tell her who this other lycan was. She was too far away now to tell for sure, but she was certain it wasn't someone she was extremely familiar with. Still she ran towards the figure on the hill with the tall swaying grass. When she was feet away from him she stopped and stared in his direction, not sure what to say, but afraid to say anything. Namir just stared and took him in.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Mar 10, 2008 4:39:24 GMT -5
(Didn't know that.)
Vincent noticed that she had some of his blood lines, 'cause she had the same great black fur and black eyes as all of his descendants, but he had never met this Lycan, so he had to ask her who transformed her. "Who transformed you?" Vincent said with his ancient calm voice as he approached the young Lycan, as his eyes changed colour from the blackest of eyes to hazel coloured eyes.
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Post by Namir Black on Mar 10, 2008 15:41:32 GMT -5
(...pete's white. ) The grey wolfen eyes stared up at Vincent. 'Pete is my proginator, I am Namir' she answered her elder. Namir didn't have to search his mind to know that he was older than she was, he smelled of the earth and she somehow just knew. His demeanor and speech was more formal than the modern dialect and his poise seemed to be from another era completely, he wasn't rude in his mannerisms as the younger lycans could be. Beneath her, the green grass tickled her belly as it swayed in the wind. The younger lycan didn't ask him anything in return because she already knew the answers. She knew he was Vincent, and he was from Sweden, and that this was Pete's proginator, the one who turned him. She remembered once just after she'd been turned that Pete had given her his cell phone to call Vincent, but he never came.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Mar 11, 2008 1:56:12 GMT -5
(Forgot that lol)
"Namir huh? I am honoured to have sucha beautiful Lycan in my family - I am Vincent Valentine of The Oldest Flock of Lycans." Vincent said as he bowed. "What brings you here, Namir?" Vincent added to his speech before he looked up to the beautiful moon, whom watches over us at night.
After two minutes of staring at the moon Vincent approached Namir as he transformed into his majestic form of a great Grey Wolf, his fur was bloody, due to an earlier fight with humans. 'We need to get out of here, i'm being hunted by unknown hunters Vincent thought in his mind, letting her read his mind.
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Post by Namir Black on Mar 11, 2008 7:23:19 GMT -5
If a wolf could smile, this one would have, Thank you, she replied mentally, guarding the rest of her thoughts and speaking directly into his mind. Well, she was right about him being old, not that one could go wrong getting information directly out of the person's mind and your own senses. 'Well, that would be a coincidence then. I'm under a different sort of persecution my self, but none the less, running seems like a good idea. she quipped back to his thought. It was odd how other werewolves had to speak directly into your mind, but ones who already knew or guessed that she could pick up on their open thoughts unlike the other wolves, would think and already know. The crimson sticky liquid didn't shock her on his coat, she rolled her eyes over his appearance and turned to run.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Mar 11, 2008 8:40:41 GMT -5
'Shall we?' Vincent howled to Namir before she began to run, Vincent followed her, his majestic eyes shining in the dark of the night. Vincent easily caught up with Namir, 'cause he was kin with Alena, Mother of Lycans. She was a pretty good runner, for being so young.
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Post by Namir Black on Mar 13, 2008 16:14:30 GMT -5
"Indeed we shall," she didn't howl in reply, she'd never really gotten the urge to. Maybe it was an older wolf thing. She'd always partial to the wolf side of her, but never got the point of being so controlled by it that she howled... "Vincent, do the old ones have more wolf blood in them?" she asked with childlike curiosity. Maybe the reason he was so able to give over himself to the wolf was because the wolf blood was thicker than hers because hers had been passed down many generations, and he knew Vincent was at least a thousand years old. Her feet pounded the ground rhythmically as she kept running, running to freedom of many sorts with her pack mate, Vincent.
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