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 Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 10:04 pm
How can I decide what's right xxWhen you're clouding up my mind. xxI can't win your losing fight, all the time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
██████████████ ████████████████ ██████████████ Jesus...Was every day this hot? The sun beat down on the pavement, making it one of those days that you started to wonder whether or not you could boil an egg on the sidewalk. Even the grass was beginning to brown, water reserves drying up, leaving people wondering the same thing that most that lived within this small town. When the ******** was it going to storm again? Especially in one of the largest houses on the block. The house belonged to what was thought to be a family, the Deloran's. They'd been a pillar family in the community for the last few centuries, and this one was no different. They were still shrouded in mystery though, keeping mostly to themselves, and keeping their kids homeschooled, away from the outside world....that was...until their youngest progeny had decided that he was done playing the secretive game, and gone to public school. He didn't care that they had a darker side...that he was a Wolf, and had to keep himself ready to leave at any point in time. That he was truly a feral beast within. No....This son, Taylor Verin Deloran, had decided to try to live a life as normal as possible. Try to be a normal kid....just like everyone else.
Taylor was a 19 year old young man, with golden hair, and eyes the same gold as his wolven form's. He was lithe, about 5'9" tall, with muscles carefully tailored to allow him maximum stamina, and agility, while still lending decent strength. He was rather attractive, though riddled with scars. Across the bridge of his nose was what looked like a claw stripe, and upon his neck, a set of scars that looked like some large dog had bitten him like it would a submissive creature. Which...was actually what happened. Taylor was a Beta in his family's pack, and had often run afoul of his elder brothers, who'd taken the position of Alphas. He'd challenged them once or twice, getting left with the scars of loss. He wasn't exactly the most dominant guy. He preferred laying back, and letting things happen, occasionally helping out with things in the Pack. Most of the time though...school was his life. He spent his time studying, reading, and sitting alone...away from people. Not every pack creature was social, after all!
Today was no different. The young man had chosen to leave his house, and tonight's Pack Run, to sit inside the large marble building that served as the town's library. The Run would start in a few hours, and the young Beta was happily leaning back in a chair, reading, soaking up the AC in the Library, and allowing the sun come through the large windows, the light warming his bronzed skin. His fingers gently ran across the pages, pale lips pulling into a warm smile that told that he was currently very happy with what he was reading. Mythos and Magick were just something he'd fallen in love with as a child. His earbuds blared Seondhand Serenade, keeping him from noticing any of his surroundings. Ah...This was the life. A normal kid's life....something Taylor had wanted from his pup-hood. Just the kind of thing that made him feel at ease. "The best part about tonight's that we're not fighting....could it be that we have been this way before~" He hummed, quietly, along with the song.██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:10 pm
 ✫мιѕια ✫ кιтαмι✫ ▆ ▆ Xxx "There is always time to have fun!" xxXxxxxxx x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x ● ● ● ● 
It seemed centuries of work had finally paid off as even the light who shined through the window seemed to feel the confidence blossoming in the room. The years she spent on her goals was finally paying off as her prey seemed to be in sight. A small young girl was sitting in the grand library of her school, as she stared at a blond boy who sat to tables down. A book of 'Wolfsbane' sat in front of her but the pages seemed stiff as though they were not being read. It was true though, for this girl had another thing in mind. You see, Misia was not your ordinary girl in high school.. She knew to much of the real world to worry about history and science. The fact of the matter was she was a hunter and not just any hunter.. A wolf hunter. Back when Misia was just a teenie one, she had learned of werewolves and their great powers. Her parents being hunters themselves had devoted their lives to hunting down a clan that seemed to be having fun with the locals. A step to far though and Misia lost her parents in a fatal accident to the very prey they hunted. She never understood it all since she was little but in the end, she followed the very goals of her parents and was seeking revenge. Today was they day, how such a beautiful day it was. It took her years to find the clan and their hideout and lucky her, one of the little cubs seek refuge in a school with the norms. Just another way for them to take over and kill...
It wasn't till she came around, to rid the world of these hateful creatures. Hiding their disgusting features in the skins of humans. It wouldn't be long till she skinned them and hung them on the very wall her parents were killed on. Misia narrowed her eyes at the boy and sighed. Just a little longer and she have him and his little pack. All she had to do was capture him and hold him captive. It stir up trouble and she was ready for it. She just have to wait for the right time. With that, Misia looked down on her silent book, crimson eyes scanning the very pages.Her black hair falling behind her, just a few strands covering her eyes. It was funny how werewolves were acknowledge in the book. Like heroes they were, guardians, who protected those close to them. It was bullshit, all of it and she was going to prove it once and for all. Tonight was the night she get what she wanted and it started with Taylor.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 9:54 am
How can I decide what's right xxWhen you're clouding up my mind. xxI can't win your losing fight, all the time. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
██████████████ ████████████████ ██████████████ But Taylor knew something was up. You couldn't fool a wolf's second senses, and this pup had dealt with his fair share of troubles and trials. For the life of him, he couldn't tell just WHAT had his shoulders buckled, and his lips curling into a slight snarl, just that smallest of sounds. Golden hair fluttered into his eyes, and he slowly rolled to his feet, gathering his books to himself. He didn't like trouble...And hell, Tay didn't want trouble. It was the precise reason he didn't go wolf very often...Because in his mind, he wasn't like the rest. Hell, Taylor wouldn't have minded being a pet for some nice family, if it weren't for the fact that two legs were actually rather nice in the young man's book. He was trying to ignore that nagging feeling that was clinging to the back of his mind, warning him that there was something here seeking to hurt him, or worse, hurt his family. Wait...no. That wasn't REALLY worse, but in his Pack mentality, it was. He could feel the golden fur of his wolf-self bristling within him...and were it not for the amazing control he'd attained over the years....He might have been shifting.
He'd noticed the only other person there, of course, a girl. A girl who seemed to be glancing over at him a lot, but she...She couldn't be the reason he wanted to run, could she? She was so small...Shaking his head, he carefully, held his books to his chest, nuzzling his nose into the pages slightly, enjoying the scent of old paper and ink that seemed to be unique to libraries. But...As he passed the girl...the scent that clung to her was unmistakable. Even with his earbuds still blaring music, he tensed right behind her, golden eyes going wide. Hunter. Every inch of his body tensed, because dear ******** god....He knew that smell better than anything. He remembered it from when his family had killed a pair. It was what lead him to become more human...because he DIDN'T want to do that! If she was here, though....and he was here...She was after him! Oh god, she was coming after him, and she was going to ******** kill him!
Just like that, Taylor dropped his books. He had to run!██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██XX██
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