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Post by blythe on Sept 15, 2011 0:26:36 GMT -6
Blythe walked to the graveyard to visit his parents’ graves. Nix’s visit had really riled up his wolf and he needed to calm him back down. Whenever he visited their graves his wolf quieted and Blythe was always reminded why he liked being alone. He’d lost all he had and no matter what Nix said there wasn’t recovering from it. If anything her coming back into his life and trying to get him to go back to being social and all that it involved was only making things worse. He walked there in just pants he was planning to run after he visited the graves. His wolf usually didn’t come out but the full moon was coming soon and Blythe also hoped the visit and the run would put his wolf back to his quiet self.
He and his wolf had different opinions on how to handle things and though Blythe consented to being a hermit finding it dulled the pain he felt over being packless he felt his wolf went to an extreme. Whenever they were out if people talked to him or wouldn’t leave him alone his wolf would rise up wanting to lash out, wanting space. He ran a hand through his hair, it was becoming suffocating after seeing Nix pregnant with her pups and seeing how well she was taking to being a mother. There was no denying that part that wanted family it was small and Blythe and his wolf had done everything to crush it but it was coming back. It was getting old, he rationed that had to be the reason why. No matter the reason he had to get rid of it otherwise he knew he was going to go wolf crazy and someone was going to have to put him down. He couldn’t handle his wolf anymore it had become a game of compromises between them mainly on Blythe’s part. He’d let his wolf have to much rein after his father had died but he hadn’t cared it had made the wolf’s keening whine stop and his own heartache to dull.
The graves were solemn and quiet, always quiet he’d come here many times when his mother had died especially begging for peace help over his heartache. After his father’s death he’d come a few times mainly to question and yell at his father. He’d screamed like a spoiled child on more than one occasion accusing his father of being weak…being worthless….anything to lessen who his father had been in his life in a vain attempt to lessen the pain of his death. His bare feet didn’t make a sound on the soft grass that surrounded the graves, nor did he have to guide them where to go they knew the land well and soon he was looming over the graves. They were simple reading his parents names, birth and death dates, and the usual beloved mother beloved father crap. He knelt down and traced his fingers over the claw marks on his parents’ graves. A horrible burst of rage had over taken him the first time he’d come to the graves and both his parents had lain under them. He hadn’t been able to control the depression or the sadness and he’d let his wolf take over. As he’d shifted he’d left claw marks on the graves as if clawing at them would suddenly cause his parents to come to life and maybe chide him for his behavior soothe his hurting. They hadn’t risen and it had taken a couple days to calm himself and his wolf, that was when he’d made the compromise that was now being tested.
Blythe didn’t think he’d win if it was a fight between him and his wolf, he’d already half given up on life just wanting to join his parents but he’d cleaned up his father’s mess and he knew no one would do that for him. He’d made sure of it estranging all his friends, all except Nix but that would be fixed in a short time. If she still hung around him when her pups were born he’d threaten their lives she wouldn’t stick around through that. He doubted he could last till then though not if she visited him with any frequency, he’d lose it. His wolf was already growling wanting to attack her make sure she never came around again though Blythe knew that would only cause her mates to come after him and if his wolf harmed even a hair on Nix’s head he knew he’d welcome her mates wrath.
He shook his head when had he become so damn suicidal. The wolf in him didn’t want to die but sometimes Blythe questioned his wolf’s will to live. He traced every letter on both graves, he didn’t offer up a prayer he hadn’t since his mother’s death and he was amazed Luna even let him live though he figured each day was a punishment in and of itself. Nix had gotten one thing right the other day he did miss being able to tell someone things even if it was the stupidest thing. He chuckled feeling bitter tears biting at his eyes, those little things he missed more than anything. He bit the inside of his cheek stopping any tears as he tasted blood. Blythe stripped out of his pants after he’d walked out of the graveyard. He tossed them up in a tree he’d come back for them later and then he shifted. Insanity must be closure than he thought because he enjoyed the slight pain that came with shifting savored it, there was just something better about it, probably because this pain was physical and from the start of it till he felt it again when he turned back into his human form his pain wouldn’t bother him. He’d let his wolf have all the pain as he curled up in his mind and tried to forget it all.
Blythe’s wolf howled as he ran into the forest near the graveyard. He’d run and kill small game until he felt content and that he’d worked out most of his anger at being left alone. If he was lucky maybe he’d get in a fight with another lycan get a chance to make them suffer as he did everyday inside of Blythe.
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Post by beckii on Sept 15, 2011 8:35:04 GMT -6
Bon looked around with a content sigh. The church was clean after today's mass. She had made sure it was spotless whilst her father climbed down from the mass. Smoothing out her pastel soft red summer dress she made her way to the back of the church. The dress ended at her knees, with a square neckline and long sleeves that reached to her wrists. It tightened under her breasts, showing the pair off, and the dress stayed tight against the skin until it reached her rounded hips where it loosed and flared out slightly. She wore a pair of white flats on her feet, with her hair tied up in a neat bun with a white scrunchie. She looked every inch the innocent well behaved reverend's daughter that she was expected to be. She padded into the back room where she noticed her father had just finished getting changed from his immaculate robes. Her father was definately a handsome man, and could easily find another mate. Bon however was proud that her father hadn't and was still remaining faithful to his missing wife - and her mother. She found it romantic, and hoped deep in her heart that her mother would one day return.
She gave her father a warm hug which he returned with equal enthusiasm. He offered her a meal, since they always ate meals together, but she declined politely saying she was going for a run. He of course told her to be safe, she said she would be, and then trotted out the back door of the church. With a happy smile upon her face she felt the sun flooded over her body as she made her towards the graveyard. Sometimes Bon would come to the graveyard and wonder if her mother should be here or if she was alive. She had no idea what happened to her mother and neither did her father. She missed her mother so much regardless of the fact she could barely remember her. As she wandered through the graveyard she smelt the fresh scent of a male. Curious, she wandered further to the edge of the graveyard and noticed a pair of trousers. A bright smile lit up her face. Another lycan! It had been a while since she had played and ran with another lycan. Unable to resist this opportunity she stripped off her clothing and hung them over a branch on a tree nearby and left her shoes at the base of it.
Bare as the day she was born - she had made sure no one was around to see her - she darted into the forest. Bon changed forms as she ran, baring the pain as her skelton, muscle, and flesh changed forms before fur sprouted out of her pores. She looked up to the sky and howled in joy at the moon. The moonlight flooded over her chocolate coloured fur, her darker rich brown eyes sparkling with mischief as she ran faster through the landscape. She had the male's scent memorised as she began tracking him. Her wolf wagged her tail in delight at scenting a male. As she found him she noticed he was alone. Her wolf wondered if the male was unattatched - after all every female wolf sought out a mate eventually so she could bare pups and carry on her own bloodline. Bon however was waiting for her true mate, and somehow she felt she would know - feel it - when she encountered her true mate. Upon looking at this male she didn't feel anything significant that would indicate he was her true mate so she put the thoughts of mating and pups aside.
She yipped happily at the male as she came up to keep pace at the male's side. He was definately attractive looking and seemed more then capable of surviving. She noticed his powerful looking frame and had no doubt he could easily win in a fight if it was necessary. This didn't bother her though. This just made Bon want to know him more as did her wolf. They worked in perfect harmony most of the time. Bon and her wolf had a really good relationship, working well together, and so far hadn't really had a moment where they clashed or fought. Of course Bon didn't doubt eventually there would be a time when they did eventually have a fight between themselves. Until then though Bon felt rather lucky that they co-exsisted very well. Playfully, Bon nipped and tugged on the male's ear before bounding a few strides ahead of him. She span around to face him, putting her bottom high in the air, her front legs and chest against the ground as she peered up at him with her tail wagging - classic canine pose saying she wanted to play. Something in her eyes said she wasn't going to take no for an answer as a wolfish smile crept upon her muzzle.
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Post by blythe on Sept 16, 2011 19:04:13 GMT -6
Blythe's wolf had been running up wind the sprint he'd been running in slowing as he decided to find something to hunt and kill. He wasn't aware of the female till she yipped and came up beside him. His lips peeled back from his fangs when she nipped at his ear's, one cinnamon brown like the majority of his fur the other a solid splash of dark brown similar to the molteded patches all over his body. Those ears flattened back against his head as he stopped crouching a growl reverberating throughout his chest before it clawed into the hair low and menescing. HJis starbust blue gold eyes watching her with near violence, this was just what Blythe's wolf had been hoping for.
The growl caught Blythe's attention and for all his need to stay quiet and just let his wolf run off their emotions he didn't want the female to get hurt. A male Blythe wouldn't have had a problem with especially since he felt a male should be able to fight and hold his own but a female he wouldn't dare let his wolf hurt, they were to be cherished. His father had raised him to always hold women in high reguard and he'd learned from the example his father had set with his mother. There had been no doubt form the first moments he could remember of his life till the last of his mother's that anyone held his mother in higher reguard than his father. His wolf knew it too, there was enough sanitty between them to keep them from attacking a female at least Blythe hoped. His wolf was becoming more indescriminant as the years went by especially since stubborn Nix was making a reappearence. He'd had to send her away before his wolf had become more riled up and he knew from the look of the female in front of him that she was too innocent and nice to be near him or his wolf ,who wanted nothing more than to start a fight with her, she just wanted to play. There had been a time when Blythe would've eagarly returned the play bow and chased her around having fun but those days were long gone. His wolf snarled at him as he forced his wolf from his fight crouch and to a stiff standing position.
As Blythe forced his wolf to slowly relucantly walk perpendicular to the female heading away from her, he prayed to Luna she wouldn't be like stubborn Nix and persist; if she did things were going to get into a tight spot. His wolf still fought Blythe keeping his ears pinned back his fangs bared as he walked perpendicular though soon he was curving making a wide circuit around her. Blythe's brother wolf was stronger now especially with how full the moon was, it was almost drunken with it's light. Blythe didn't like how things were going, he'd wanted to grieve his parents tonight let his wolf run off their pain and then having things go back to how they had been for the twenty years. It was seeming as if Luna was plotting against him first with the girl at the market, then Nix, and now another female who wanted to paly. She probably didn't even realize what she'd gotten herself into coming out and attempting to play with his wolf.
His wolf had made a complete circuit around the female once and was pacing to go back around the circuit in the opposite direction. If she ran he'd be able to keep his wolf from chasing and then let his wolf go kill some forest animal or maybe get in a fight with another male lycan. He bet the fight would be bloody and painful it would quiet the wolf and the emotional pain. Physcial pain had that drowning quality especially if the wounds were deep enough and the bones broken enough. He sounded like a masochist but right now when the deprssion got bad enough he couldn't even control his wolf until his wolf got physically drained enough that the control was given back to him. His wolf didn't get physically drained enough from just running he was too old for that now even when he ran hard. For all of Blythe's solitary behavior that didn't stop him from working out and gaining incredible physical endurance, if only emotional edurance were so easy. One visit from Nix and he'd been but on the breaking point and now he didn't know if he'd be able to stop his wolf from doing something he might regret. He just hoped this female lycan would have the good sense to leave and quickly.
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Post by beckii on Sept 20, 2011 7:34:39 GMT -6
Bon frowned, tilting her head at the male's behaviour. Aggressive. Clearly he had forgotten how to have a good time. She considered using a spell to get rid of whatever had turned this male into the aggressive male he is today. Of course she didn't have any of the items she would need for such a spell on her, and not all could be found in the forest surrounding the graveyard. She thought for a moment before deciding she would just have to help the male the old fashioned way. She yipped playfully as she bounded after him, making sure to wag her tail even more to really put across she meant no harm. She did consider she may have to fight him to get him into a better state of mind so he would be more responsive to her in a positive way. Besides, she couldn't just walk away from someone hurting. If it was in her ability to help someone then she would definately do it. Besides, it would be nice to have a friend. So far she had none. She didn't mind being on her own besides her father, but sometimes it would be nice to be around someone she could be close to.
The moonlight poured over her lupine frame, making her coat shimmer in the darkness. She yipped playfully, nipping him on the neck before bounding away for two strides. She knew nipping him on the neck would probably spark a fight but if it got the male into the right mindset to become a good guy and interact properly then so be it. She knew she could get hurt but Bon felt pretty confident since not only was she a born lycan and had been 'phasing' as long as she could remember but also half witch with the magic that came from it. She was sure she could defend herself rather well, and wasn't afraid of a one on one fight. She may hate conflict but in this situation she knew it may be the only way to get the male onto the path of becoming a better man. Besides it wasn't as if she had anything better to do. Her life was still following the same old routine - wake up, make breakfast, eat, help dad at church, change into a wolf, run and hunt, then go back to human and practice magic, make dinner, eat dinner, hang out with dad, go to sleep, and then it starts all over again the next day.
It would definately be good to have a change in routine. Something new to do or deal with and this male was the perfect thing to put some excitement into her life. Plus, it would be nice to actually have a friend and talk to them. Perhaps share stories, the past, dreams, hopes, the future and maybe... just maybe she would be able to tell someone she was half witch knowing they wouldn't tell a soul. Yes, that would be something. Twitching her ears she looked over her fluffy shoulder to look at the male. He definately was the attractive sort. If he got rid of his aggressive tendancies she knew he'd probably get the entire female population hot and bothered trying to snag him. She made a decision right then and there that she would help this male and would not take no for an answer. Wagging her tail beaming she bounded back over to him and licked his nose before backing away to go back into the playful crouch she had been in earlier.
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Post by blythe on Sept 22, 2011 1:05:17 GMT -6
The first prayer he'd offered Luna in twenty years and it appeared as if she'd deny him. The female in front of him seemed to be just as stubborn as Nix. His wolf snapped at her when she nipped at his neck his teeth closing around nothing but air. It was all Blythe could do to keep his wolf rooted where he stood and keep him from lunging at the female and doing more than nip playfully. It was as if she wanted to incite his wolf draw out a fight though she was doing nothing but playing.
His wolf felt rabid in Blythe's mind almost frothing with the violence with which he was fighting against Blythe. His wolf was truly rabid to gain some vengence against fate. Fate was a coward and refused to take a substantial form causing his wolf to try and make a barer of his anguish as if causing pain would some how lessen his own. Blythe had felt the same the first few years after his father's death but now it wasn't so. Everything felt to monotonous dragging on, he just wanted the pain to stop weary of it finally. His wolf reminded him of the pain of loss quickly as he fought against Blythe to attack the female that thought herself so clever, looking at them over her shoulder those ears twitching. He glared even as she wagged her tail and came bounding back over to him. Why wouldn't she stay away? It wasn't hard to tell that he didn't want her near him let alone trying to play with him. Was she naturally this reckless or did she just suddenly discover that she wanted to know if she could take a random agressive lycan male on in a fight?
His wolf's muzzle peeled back baring his teeth at her once more. Blythe hated himself for it but his wolf was pulling free of his control and he knew he'd have to watch his wolf do something he'd utterly regret. He didn't plan on letting his wolf hurt the female as he wished he was trying and would continue to try and get control over his wolf but there was still a part of Blythe that was ready to give things up as they were just let thigns go and vanish. Until he got rid of that his wolf woulf always be the stronger until he stopped the pain himself and pulled himself up by his boot straps as it were his wolf would run amock in his mind and soon cause him to reach the point of no return that point where someone would have to put him down.
His wolf lunged at the female in her play bow his intent to hurt and make this female suffer for messing with him. Being left alone was a somple thing to ask and she'd ignored the warning growls and body language.
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Post by beckii on Sept 25, 2011 18:40:49 GMT -6
Bon's wolf howled in her mind. The wolf knew this was dangerous but in the wolf kingdom misbehaviour had to be corrected. A rogue wolf would not be allowed - wolves had to be in packs. It was the only way to survive. An alpha was needed to keep the other ranked wolves in line. Bon's wolf saw itself as an alpha, and this male needed to be put back in his place. The wolf knew it had to force the male into submission with all the dominance it had. Bon's wolf saw all the signs the male was giving off in warning of a fight. Just as Bon knew, Bon's wolf knew a fight had to be done. It would be the only way to begin the long journey of correcting this male's behaviour and make him a proper wolf in lupine society. This was the only way, especially since it was clear the male had no intentions to submit willingly or talk it through as a wolf or human man. Therefore Bon's wolf snarled both in reality and within Bon's mind as the male lunged for her. She kept in the low crouch, a devious look in her pretty eyes.
Bon waited, knowing the male probably intended to grab her by the neck but as soon as his belly became exposed her right front paw shot forwards to drag her unsheathed claws down the vunerable flesh of the belly. She hoped her aim was true, knowing it would be an effective way of making it clear to the male she was a very real threat and not a chew toy. Despite being a wolf, and for the most part a passenger right now in wolf form, Bonnie did not want to be a chew toy. She sat in the passenger seat willingly, knowing her wolf had more experience in this area of things, and besides, they exsisted together in one body. They had ages ago learnt to work in harmony. They shared one body after all. There was absolutely no point in always fighting with each other in the same body. It would have just drived them insane and would have needed to be killed for everyones own safety. Bonnie knew they had to subdue this male and take him under her wing so she could make sure such a fate wouldn't befall him too.
Curling her lips upward, the feminine wolf kept facing the male head on as she let out a dominating snarl - demanding the male submit to her. Of course she knew it would be easier to make the male submit to an alpha male but she didn't have a mate, and well, with her father being the reverend he didn't really have the guts to do everything an alpha male needed to do. So, right now, all the male had was her, and so she was going to do her god damn best for him. She had to help him. She had no choice. It was something deep in her heart she had to do. She was a good girl, pure, and if someone or something needed her help she was most definately there to do the helping. She stood tall, puffing out her chest as she took a dominant stanse. The wolf knew she had to make her intentions clear so there would be absolutely no confusion. She growled at him once more looking him right in the eye as she asked the male wolf for his submission so she could care for him. After all, that was what an alpha was for - to look after the other wolves in every way possible.
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Post by blythe on Oct 9, 2011 12:41:52 GMT -6
Blythe saw the female's claws coming at his wolf's side and when his wolf tried to turn away in the air Blythe locked up their muscles for the split second. That second was enough for his wolf to take the claws along his right ribs. He skidded away and Blythe sighed as his wolf snarled. His wolf wanted more and he planned to win even if Blythe thought to get in the way. Blythe was going to do what he could and he hoped that the female could tire his wolf out enough for him to get back in control. His wolf tried to push him back more and get Blythe out of his way.
His wolf faced the female and bared his fangs as he met her eyes with his starburst blue/gold eyes. Blythe saw her intent to be dominant to him, it had him raising a brow even as his wolf snarled back at her. He wouldn’t be dominated and Blythe himself had to agree with his wolf, he wasn’t one to be dominated by a female and even a male would’ve had to fight him. Blythe wasn’t one to just submit to anyone easily even before all his grief, it was just part of his personality. He wasn’t overly dominant and had never wanted to prove to everyone that he was top wolf or anything like that but if someone challenged him he would take the challenge unless it was some high ranking noble. He wasn’t stupid he knew how to pick his fights.
She was just meddling and making matters worse. His wolf glared at her attempts to make herself look more dominant. His wolf started to circle her again looking for a week point to attack at. Blythe was hoping she’d get some sense in her soon before she got hurt too badly, the tear along his wolf’s ribs was enough to keep his wolf from chasing her down if she ran but if she kept fighting he was worried she wouldn’t be able to run soon. As his wolf circled he moved closure the circle becoming tighter and tighter as he snapped here and there testing her. They were both clever and cunning, Blythe and his wolf, she’d shown she had some idea what she was doing and now his wolf was going to test the waters before he gave another attack in earnest.
Blythe was hoping something would come along another lycan or something to divert his wolf from his attack on this female. Another lycan would be really helpful maybe this one’s pack or mate or something anything. His wolf sniffed at the female she didn’t smell mated probably why she was so eager to be attacking an aggressive male. Blythe never understood female’s he’d tried but there was something about them that he just never got. Like why his mother had wanted to die a human or why Nix wouldn’t leave him alone and many other things over the years and this female wanting to fight his wolf was another he would add to his list.
His wolf moved forward suddenly his claws aimed at the female’s hind quarters. The attack was swift and Blythe couldn’t hinder it in the slightest and he only hoped the female was quick enough to get out of the way of it or at least move enough not to take the full brunt of his wolf’s claws. He had to get a handle on his wolf full moon coming or not this was going to end badly if he didn’t stop his wolf. He didn’t want to have to live with grief and regret.
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