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Post by crash tenative. on Oct 29, 2007 21:44:36 GMT -5
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The moon never looked so beautiful, in the blue eyes of Crash. It seemed as if everything was happening so slow lately. Ever since that night.She could still feel the fangs in her neck, from her father. Let alone, she could still remember the pain of transformation. She growled alittle, as her eyes shifted gold, taking a deep breath to clam herself down.
She continued to walk down the dark street, seeing more then what a mortal could, since she was werewolf she could see what the lights didn't uncover. She sighed alittle more and rubbed her neck. Even though it was over a few months old, it still hurt so bad. Only when she thought of it though. Since she did think about it alot, it was just pretty annoying.
Crash's blue eyes moved around, trying to find something that stood out. Nothing really did, and it was slightly ticking her off, she was so bored. Licking her lips alittle, as the thought of food, for some reason entered her head. Maby it was the fact she hadn't ate in a long time. But she pushed the thought out and sat down on a bench, wondering why this town seemed so empty, and forbidding. She laid back on the cold metal and closed her eyes, rubbing her face a little. Just, annoyed at the silence, annoyed at the fact, that everything was just so..Empty.
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Post by jacob danvers. on Oct 30, 2007 22:34:02 GMT -5
Step, step, step, step. One foot in front of the other, eyes glued to the ground. Step, step step…wait, what was he doing? Oh, that’s right, absolutely nothing – except wandering, of course. Jacob tends to do that a lot, just to get away from the hustle and bustle of the intricate lives of his pack mates. He loved them, he really did, but sometimes the dramatic and frenzied lives of the werewolf just seemed like too much to handle. The vacant street was so familiar to him now, the sights and smells of the neighborhood were recognizable now; three years ago, he would have been totally lost. His rich brown eyes focused on the ground in front of him, staring at the bland pavement and his moving ebony shoes. What was the purpose of amble across the streets that you already knew the way around? What was the purpose of wasting time doing such a meaningless activity? For Jake, it was to think. In an average day, twenty-four hours go by and he barely had the time to stop and think, reflect upon the happenings of the past few days and what they meant. There was no time to process his emotions, until now. Back when he had just arrived in this small town, he spent most of this hikes thinking about his mother and the wretched leech that ripped her to shreds and left her mangled body bloodless. Sure, nowadays, he still thought about it quite frequently, but much less than he did when he had first arrived; he found it so much easier to control his anger that way.
A solitary form up ahead briefly caught his attention, his first thought was that it was some depressed vampire feeling sorry for itself while waiting for the first person that came by to comfort them, only to rip his or her throat out. But with a quick sniff of the air, his olfactory senses told him otherwise, no threat here, just another shapeshifter. Jake moved towards the girl, his gait slow and steady just as it had been before he had noticed her. “Hey,” he said idly, his resonant voice traveling through the air. He turned and took a seat at the opposite end of the bench, smoothing the creases his greasy jeans, just one of the pros of being a part time mechanic. The male leaned his head back, resting it on the tip of the backrest so he could see the stars, perfectly comfortable and at peace; perfectly comfortable until the silent movements of the girl next to him changed his mind. She seemed sad. No, not really sad but… lonely? Yes, that was it.
At this sudden recognition, the ever familiar urge washed through him. Sadness, empathy, and pity washed over his heart and a pained look crossed his face, furrowing his brow. Jake slid closer to the female, but far enough away that she wouldn’t feel claustrophobic. “You okay?” His thoughts put out in words, hopefully sounding as true as his concern was. It was kind of weird, the strong and almost magnetic pull he felt towards the mentally and physically wounded, maybe it was part of his whole ‘making people happy’ urges too. It didn’t make sense, but that was just the way he was. There were times where Jacob wished that he never possessed these strange urges and there were other times where he was so thankful for them; overall, the pros outweighed the cons, therefore he was doing a good deed. Good deeds were what Jacob Danvers did best.
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Post by crash tenative. on Oct 31, 2007 11:26:08 GMT -5
The night echoed sounds of steps, and the shapesifters wolf ears heard them easily. Her eyes closed, and she nuzzled further into her coat that smelled strictly of leather. A small sigh left her mouth as she looked up at the sky again. The moon was shining extremely bright in her eyes, reflecting into the deep blue pools. As the males sent tickled her nose, she wriggled it gently underneath the black leather. The smell of oil, leaked in soon after, and she wrinkled the small pink appendage in a dog like manner. Hearing a hey her gazed lifted, looking around to make sure he was talking to her. She didn’t want to feel stupid and respond if he was talking to another person. Seeing no one, she looked back at the male, and spoke her own greeting.
“Hello”
Gentle and shy, course you would be the same way, if the thoughts of your father, transforming you, just because you weren’t strong enough in his eyes. Watched your own mother die because of your own weakness. She hated feeling so small, and fragile. Hearing the bench creak under another person’s weight she gathered that the male sat down beside her, but she continued minding her own business, staring at her black and white shoes. She stayed bundled up in her leather jacket closing her eyes hoping the man wasn’t going to hurt her. He was bigger, stronger, and probably wiser in the ways of fighting. So, she stood no chance if he decided to attack her. Her ears caught the sound of the wood in the back giving way to another force of weight. So., he was comfortable around her? He mustn’t be as shy as see. Or he was just really determined to make friends, Either why, she found it to still be none of her business, if she meddled, she was usually punished.
She soon felt the bench move, and the feeling of more warmth came to her, as she moved closer to her. Crash’s head lifted as she turned her small oval head towards him. He had a caring look in his eyes which made it seem like everything was okay. She knew that feeling, long ago when the gentle whispers of her mothers love caressed her ears. His voiced wavered around her sensitive for a moment as she took what he said to meaning. She didn’t feel sarcasm in it, so maybe his eyes weren’t a lie.
“I’ve been better.”
Still her shy submissive voice sounded, clam and almost pathetic.
“Its a little cold.” She spoke and nodded looking away again nuzzling back into the comfort of her jacket, feeling somewhat like a turtle being bated to come out of her shell. “What about you?’ She asked just turning her head not coming out of the jacket just yet. She was just cold, and really shy. You couldn’t blame her, not with her past. Her father killed so many people. She hated being related to him, but you cant chose your family. She just prayed her mother didn’t hate her since she was the reason that father took her life.
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Post by jacob danvers. on Nov 3, 2007 14:55:50 GMT -5
{JACOB DANVERS.}
The girl looked up to him and the light from the nearby lamppost partially lit up her face, how small and delicate it was; she looked so petite he couldn’t help but smile. Once again that urge overcame him to sweep her into his arms and shield her from the frightening real world, that would solve everything. Her small voice shivered along with her body as she told him that she was just slightly cold. He wished that he had brought a jacket along for her, if he had known, he would have and gladly given it up. It always perplexed him, why did girls always get so cold? I mean Jake was in a short sleeve shirt and he was perfectly comfortable and this girl sitting next to him was freezing cold and she had a jacket on. No wonder boys were always so clueless, girls made absolutely no sense!
Normally when someone said they were cold, Jacob would pull that person into a big bear hug until they were all warmed up again. Unfortunately, he barely knew this person and even though he would feel perfectly comfortable doing that to a stranger, he wasn’t so sure how well this girl would take it. Maybe just talking would be good for now. His lips opened and his naturally baritone voice fell through them with a reply, “I’m alright.” The reply was quick and simple, but he didn’t really know how else to reply to it without going into his life story, which didn’t particularly enjoy doing with a stranger. If you think about it, telling his life story was one thing that Jake didn’t like talking about to anyone, he even felt uncomfortable telling his closest of friends. The only other creature that he had told before was the Ulfric because Jacob trusted his leader and felt that he should know where each of his minions had come from. The male’s lips parted once again, this time forming a question, “But, if you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing out here? It can be kind of dangerous… there are all sorts of monsters out there.” An amused smile pushed its way through his lips at the irony of the sentence. Hopefully she wouldn’t take it as rudeness or mockery because Jacob would never do anything like that, especially not to her who seemed like such an outcast at this point in time. He was here to make things better.
His eyes traveled from the miniature girl to the velvety black sky above, speckled with random stars and star clusters. His round eyes fully focused onto the scene above, but his ears were all hers. “Beautiful night…” Jake whispered quietly, mostly to himself. The night sky always fascinated him and its endless beauty never seemed to weaken. His eyes remained skyward, jumping to the different constellations, lingering on Canis Major for a moment before finding its main star, Sirius. His father always pointed out that star to him as a child, before Jake knew what his father was and what he would eventually become as well on that fateful day. Father’s stories made so much more sense now; it was almost as if he knew that one day his son would be bitten in one of the raids.
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