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 Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 7:40 pm
Faylin sliped over to the window and listened to Morgan singed. He zoned out, he had liked Morgan's rough voice before but he loved it when Morgan sang. He jerked back to himself and sliped around hte building again. He stayed out of sight from those inside and others living nearby. He sniffed hte air and wondered if Morgan was going ot come out soon. He wanted to talk to his mate when his kids weren't around if he could help it, not wanting to cause any problems if they're mother was still around.
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 5:23 pm
Morgan finished up the breakfast and smiled, enjoying the smell of warm food and the comfortable silence that washed over him. He turned the oven off and left a moist towel over the pancakes to keep them warm as he stepped out on the front porch to get the paper.
He froze, the breeze bringing scents rushing toward his keen nose. Fiore. The cat had followed him, he knew about his daughters he would--Morgan took a deep breath and shook his head warilly remembering that he hadn't showered the night before and it was likly his own scent washing back over him. He shook his head and flipped through the newspaper for a moment, unaware of the cat demon nearby as he pulled the funny papers out for Mary to read.
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Posted: Sun Aug 13, 2006 2:18 pm
"why didnt you tell me?" Fiore asked softy frowm the cornor of the house he was partilly hidden behind a plant but his expresive eyes were visable. "why didnt you just tell me you had kits? then i wouldnt have had to scratch you to get you to lead me here" he looked at Morgan as he tried to hide how hurt he was that Morgan would think he would hurt the Kits
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 1:34 pm
Kira shook his head and arched his brow. He shrugged and stared at the game again.
"Still doesn't make much since...but I don't see why I can't try it."
He leaned the bike again, feeling a little out of place, blushing, but a wearing a smile just the same.
"So..how do you get it to...start?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 1:29 pm
((damn it...i got like...no one..ever....to rp with..*sighs softly* i give in))
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Posted: Thu Aug 17, 2006 5:21 pm
((Do you want me to make another character for you to rp with??))
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 10:16 am
((I'm seriously going to post I just need to finish drawing a picture of Morgan so uhm....the full terror of what's about to happen will sink in.))
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Posted: Fri Aug 18, 2006 6:40 pm
((*sighs* pooooooooooost))
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Posted: Sat Aug 19, 2006 8:54 pm
((It's not done or anything but it was unfair of me to keep you waiting so I'll go ahead and let ya see what I've got, blurry as it may be.)) Micheal smiled and pushed a few strands of soft hair from the other man's face and let his fingertips rest on his cheek for a moment. When he realized that he was simply staring at the boy before him he shook his head as if to clear it and turned his attention more firmly toward the game. "Pull back on the accelerator as if you were driving a real bike, lean to the side to choose a world and a player and pull back again to confirm your choice."Morgan's face melted into something far, far less than human. Claws extending from his fingertips and muscles suddenly protruded from his body, growing larger and stronger with a sick twisting wet pop that would normally cripple him with pain. Morgan fought through it, his powerful hands seizing Fiore up with a ferocious growl.
He'd followed him, he'd followed and now he knew. Distantly he heard Maggie start to cry again. With heigtened senses he could hear Mary waking up and Molly gripping her doll more tightly with a whimper as her older sister nudged her toward doing the same. He could more keenly smell the sausage and pancakes, he could even smell the eggs that the neighbors two houses down were making for their breakfast. It didn't matter nothing mattered as a deep feral growl escaped his throat and Morgan pulled Fiore into the darkened corner of the house where it was unlikely any would see him in such an animalistic state.
He was going to kill him, tear his throat out, destroy him before he could hurt his angels. His treasures. His beautiful little girls. They were all he had left, he did everything he could to protect him, he wasn't going to let anything happen. Not again. Not while he continued to breathe. Not after what had happened to his Moira...
He was more beast than man now and it altered his voice into a barely understandable growl as his teeth lengthened and fur started to stand out on his body. "Oi told ye t'stay away, gi'me one gud reason Oi shouldn't kill ye roight nouw." He demanded though a painfully human voice deep inside told him that he didn't want to and most likely wasn't capable of killing the little demon.((And here he is...it's SO not finished yet...)) 
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 8:06 am
Fiore gasped as Morgan changed and he was grabed. He sucked in a deep breathe when Morgan pulled him into the cornor. He looked up at Morgan with saddened eyes "Morgan..." he wispered. He raised a hand and cupped Morgan's cheek "you wouldnt kill me because you know i wouldnt hurt the kits." he replied softly and he stepped forward to nuzzle the side of Morgan's face "why would I? What have i ever done that would make you think i would?" He purred gently, trying to calm Morgan down before his children saw, he didnt want them to be afraid. "i had to know Morgan, i had to know why you suddenly changed your mind and wouldnt let me stay with you. Now i can see why, if i were you i would protect the kits like you do. I had to know Morgan" He stroked the side of Morgan's face as he nuzzled slowly, still purring as he continued to try and calm him down
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 11:27 am
Morgan shook his head dispelling the hand that stroked his cheek though he secretly craved that touch. It had been a long time since anyone had cared for him, not since Moira... "Oi tol' ye nae t'folla' me. Moi girls are moi secret, if anyone were to knouw 'bout them they could be 'urt." His crazed thoughts turned once more to Moira. She'd been killed just to hurt him but, looking on his past, he knew why she'd been killed, could never forget that he was the reason and that if his children were found out they'd be killed in much the same fashion as his darling wife had been.
Fiore would be killed too, if it was found that he'd fallen in love with Morgan. Maggie's crying once more filtered into Morgan's consciousness and he suddenly felt very tired. Ye're an' ol' dog, Morgan. A vereh ol' dog. He turned away from Fiore, changing back to his former self except for the now-tattered clothing. He left the door open, a blatant invitation for Fiore as he rushed to his youngest daughter's aid. Mary and a half-sleeping Molly were coming down the hall in the same moment. "Don't ye eat e'erythin' afore yer sister an' Oi can ge' there." He warned picking Maggie up and rocking her until the sobs stilled and he was able to wipe away the remaining tears. "Whu' are we gonna do 'bout yer papa's new friend, huh darlin'? Whut are we gonna do?" He asked the little girl as he bounced her in his arms.
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Posted: Sun Aug 20, 2006 6:12 pm
Fiore murred sadly as Morgan shook his hand away. He went in hte open door and closed it behind him as he looked around. He saw the two girls and smiled shyly. "um...hello there" he said softly
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 2:40 pm
Ai_no_Kusabi ((Do you want me to make another character for you to rp with??)) ((no...it's alrite..u dot have to..*sighs softly* you have enough to do so it's alrite *smiles softly* i'll find my way))
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Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2006 6:30 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 9:34 am
((I'm back, I'm so sorry. Bad compy))
Mary looked up at Fiore with a frown and then turned to her sister whispering in her ear. "You remember what Papa said about strangers?" The smaller girl nodded, looking suddenly more awake. She turned and ran back down the hall while her older sister smiled up at the cat demon. "I'll be just a moment." She said, sounding like she was imitating something from the TV.
A moment later Molly came running down the hall with a very large gun, Morgan peeked out of his room with Maggie in his arms and frowned. "Whut th'..." Understanding suddenly dawned in his eyes and he chased after the toddler snatching the shotgun out of her tiny arms. "No, no girls, this is Da's friend. Sorreh fur no' intreducin' ya. Don't shoot 'im. 'E's no' a stranger." He admonished holding gun and infant at the same time.
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