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|| Yes you could. ^-^ Now let's delete this OoC. || |
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I'll be your Best kept Secret...
 [[EDIT]] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Olive continued for sometime, she really enjoyed running through the forest. She tended to get a bit frisky when she knew it was soon before she would change back. It made her restless. She turned her head to look out at the sea, not paying attention to where she was going. Next thing Olive knew she was on her back looking up, her stomach hurting. She had run into something. A bit dazed she sat up. "Wha-" Olive's eyes lolled around in her head. She feel backwards on her back again, passing out. Apparently she had also hit her head.  ...and your Biggest Mistake <3 |
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|| Good...wait, one thing; werewolves can turn into wolves whenever they want. Also, it's almost morning. || |
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|| Ok, well just edit your post. Now delete OoC!! |
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A boy, a boy, another boy. Boy's are made for a girl to hook up with, then dump when they get bored.  ღ ℓ џ ç ç ι ą ŋ ŋ ą ღ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx __________________________________________ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ __________________________________________ Luvy jumped violently, giving a scream. "s**t!!!! You scared the Hell out of me!!!" She exclaimed, hand over her heart. After a moment of recuperation, she said "Hypocrite. Besides, I've got Mr. Pepperspray with me. I'm fine." Her voice was monotone, indifferent. Lucianna wasn't a b***h. Therefor, she didn't taunt or torment the unpopulars. She just... tolerated them. Because she didn't want to be hated. So she had a lot of friends, and a lot of people who thought they were friends. Besides, being somewhat nice to them meant she didn't have to be grovel to get favors. "Well, thanks for worrying about me, but I'm fine. You should get home, that's where I'm going." She said, waving over her shoulder as she left the girl behind. She was still a ways from home, but she'd get there in time. Maybe she'd stop by her boyfriends house for a minute, too. Yeah, she'd probably do that. Act all torn up 'cause of the fight, get some comforting. He'd turn most of the guys against her ex-friend for hurting her. That'd be good. __________________________________________ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ __________________________________________ I've been through all the boys in the school. What the Hell do I do now? |
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[V i o l a]  If you t h i n k the bark's bad...» ￭ ￭ ￭ Vi rolled her eyes at the 'popular' human and walked back down into the forest where she came. She sighed with the relief that she hadn't let her cover blow, and she blew her hair out of her face, trying to get under the cover of the trees as the white snow started to fall. She bent down to the forest floor and bent her legs, getting ready for a run, but she was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. It's hold wasn't hard but it had a firm intensity that she knew she shouldn't run. With a gulp she realized who it was. Mom... She thought with a visible wince. ￭ ￭ ￭ «Then wait till you feel the [ b i t e ]. |
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{ E ss i e }  Did you j u s t call me a puppy?» .•: ღ :•. Esme was watching Vi from the trees on the side of the road. She eyed the eye roll Viola had sent the human's way and she couldn't hold back a smile. The Desperado's, at least the living girls, were snarky and sarcastic and Esme was proud of it. At least, when Vi didn't use it against her. And she had to admit, she'd been nervous about her daughter. She didn't want Viola getting friendly with the humans. That would be disastorous. With a determined look in her eyes, she walked behind Vi, matching her tired steps that crunched into the dead leaves scattering the floor. Placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder, she allowed herself a smile as she saw her daughter wince. Good. "Where do you think you're going young lady?" She asked with a a triumphant smirk, as her daughter turned around slowly a 'blank' look residing on her face. "I'm going home." She said with a 'worried' glance on her face. "Don't give me that crap. But now, I guess you are." Es answered with a eye roll of her own. She spun Viola around to face the front, entering the suburbs and was mentally thanking herself for finding her. Not that she was relieved. Never. Essie led Viola into their medium-size home in the suburbs her mouth in a grim line. Viola ran upstairs, but Esme wasn't going to yell at her today, anyway. Tomorrow, she'd give her hell. Just watch. .•: ღ :•. «That is an insult. |
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A boy, a boy, another boy. Boy's are made for a girl to hook up with, then dump when they get bored. ღ ℓ џ ç ç ι ą ŋ ŋ ą ღ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx __________________________________________ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ __________________________________________ Finally arriving at her boyfriends door, she put on a devastated face, made herself start to cry, and rang the doorbell. Her breath was starting to turn visible, fog blooming in front of her lips like a flower. She leaned against the door, making the crying more realistic. This was hopelessly easy for her, and guys liked to act like Superman and comfort them when they cried. Well, here she was, crying. They hadn't been dating for long, so she hadn't pulled this on him before. He would most likely fall for it, her cute little lip-warmer. __________________________________________ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ __________________________________________ I've been through all the boys in the school. What the Hell do I do now? |
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[V i o l a] If you t h i n k the bark's bad...» ￭ ￭ ￭ When Vi was upstairs she let out a hiss of dissapointment and threw her pillow as hard as she could against the wall. Which was pretty hard considering how strong she was. Hearing her mother shout a warning from below she walked into her bathroom ignoring the loud shouts, wanting her to go to bed like a good little girl. She sighed at her reflection, her hair clung to her face, from the snow and her eyes had the pleading look she hardly ever wore in them. She wanted to run. I already did, she reminded herself selfishly. She sighed again, and this time her voice broke on the sound. Pushing her red hair out of her eyes, she wondered if she would see someone from the pack again any time soon. Not that she wanted to. She hated them all. They were like a curse and blessing at the same time. With a look of determination plain on her face, she walked onto her balcony, and stood at the edge, looking over at the snow still falling in swirls to the bottom of the forest-like floor. "I wonder if I could jump." She said her voice slightly sarcastic. She pulled her elbows on the railing and smiled, almost challenging the forest floor to take bets with her. She'd win, of course. Jumping? Almost second nature, next to running. Strength was something she was just born with. ￭ ￭ ￭ «Then wait till you feel the [ b i t e ]. |
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 »»ŢýĺéŕβŕáńóńĆóókś««  Yawning softly Ty slipped in the back door of his house in the suburbs. It was almost morning and he was too tired to hunt anymore. "Telle?" he asked tentatively, walking toward the stairs. He wasn't home Out hunting still. he thought frowning slightly. Telle was the supposed to be the adult here, and yet he was out catching rabbits and eating them at the kitchen table. Nasty. he thought, shuddering slightly. As he was trying to push the image out of his mind he heard the doorbell ring. He stopped in his tracks and looked over at the door. Who would come this late? he thought, his brow furrowing. Probably Telle, forgot his keys or something. he walked over and opened the door, preparing to yell at his brother, but it wasn't him at all. It was his girlfriend, Luccianna, and she was crying. "Lucci!" he cried, instantly concerned, and why shouldn't he be? When your girlfriend comes to your house in the middle of the night crying that's kind of what you do. "What happened?" he asked, his voice clearly worried. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. || I love that phrase. "cute little lip-warmer" xD || |
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Ω TÉĹĹÉ Ω ÁŚĤÙŘ Ω ĆÔÔKŚ Ω   ๑Don't turn your back "Ah!" Telle yelled as someone ran into him. A puppy no less. "What the f*ck are you doing?! Running around without watching where you're going!" he snapped, standing up to his fullest height in an failed attempt to regain his dignity. He looked back down at her, prepared for her sniffling response when he saw she was unconscious. Oh, wonderful. he thought, prodding her with one of his large paws. She runs into me and I don't even get to yell at her. you'll just get your a** kicked.๑ |
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