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 Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:36 am
  The smell of a woodsy smoke and a strange hint of cinnamon seemed to linger in the air. The young female curled up comfortable in a corner of the sunken, soft grey mattress, pillows lining the edge of the cot. She inhaled deeply, her nose pressed deep into the pillow clutched to her chest; smelled warm, spicy, and woodsy. The scent from the large comforter that was used as a blanket was similar but not as strong. Ears twitching, she snuffled into the comfort of the pillow when another scent hit her senses. Jackknifing upward, her sleepy eyes fell directly to the corner of the desk on the far wall where a tall male stood. She watched up with heavily tired eyes. He was not wearing a shirt, which was very typical of him. He wore a pair of athletic shorts, the fabric shined from the natural light that filtered in from the window. His hair was a mess, disheveled, the dyed strands mingling intermittently with his natural dark hair. The boy's shoulders were broad, the muscles on his back seemed so pronounced even in his slouched, lazy, relaxed state. She smiled, a soft chuckle escaped her noticing that her brother was never a morning person, no matter how adamant he tells people he is. She remembered how she would trudge down the stairs into the kitchen, barely managing a shirt and pants on before sprawling onto the table to be waited on. Her chuckle did not go unnoticed as the boy huffed, glancing over his shoulder. He couldn't do anything when he hasn't has his coffee. Flopping down, Brenna starfished across his bed, enjoying the enormity of it. For once, she could be lazy, she did not have to be up, she did not have to get dressed up, she did not have to check in with the staff, she did not have to check in with her alpha. She could just be. With a soft sigh, she raised herself off her brother's bed, rubbing a hand over her face and hair. " 'orning, brother." She yawned, rolling herself off the bed and onto the floor. She found it strange last night when she came into the room, so open and wide, the bed that was made into the floor was the strangest she had seen. But once on it, she did not want to leave, it was like a den! Turning, she took an offered cup of coffee from her kneeling before he turned and moved about the room. "What time is it?" she inquired around the rim of her cup. It was a nice cup, it matched the room with it's dark brown color.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:37 am
 Uru had woke early as his usual schedule dictated, but he felt like staying in a little longer. He shut in a yawn as he groaned a hand through his hair, flopping it back beside him. Turning, his eyes - his true, unguarded eyes - fell to the face of his sister resting, curled up in the other corner of the bed. Rolling his eyes with a smile, he stretched with a whine before pushing him off his bed and onto the hardwood, giving himself two push ups before actually getting up to stand. Barely looking awake, he trudged over to his desk, pulling a Fang Snare, burning it into a dish on the corner of his desk, the near smokeless aroma wafted through the room shortly. His hands firm on the edge of his desk, looking down at the leaf slowly grow dark and desecrate. With some effort, the demon moved to the main part of the desk, pulling out the small coffee press and worked as quietly as he could to allow his sister to sleep. The events of the other day still fresh on his mind, even after he gave her a more in-depth tour when Damien had already given her the brief run down of the campus. He took his sweet time with her on his shoulders as they marched around the campus. But he could not help to notice how friendly she was to the other male; not the fact that she was completely different from how she was when he was home or over the phone. She was more outgoing, shining, and very active. Over the last year, she had gotten even more beautiful, too, and it wouldn't have surprised him if she was already getting offers from other packs for suitors. Shaking his head he tried to shake it from his thoughts as the coffee finished and a shuffle behind him. "Morning." He replied with a throaty huff. He knelt down to hand her a cup before retreating to his nook by the window where a dog-eared book rested. Placing the cup on the sill, he opened the book over his knee. "It's 6:34." he replied, sipping the cup. He smirked when Brenna groaned. "We'll go for breakfast at 7:30. Ghoul's shower is upstairs, don't lock yourself out."
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:39 am
Groaning, she picked herself up, cup in her hands as she shuffled about the room. Against the wall closest to her was a beautiful, but simple dresser, closet. In the middle of it was used as a place where miscellaneous seemed to be strewn all over the place, noticing the biscuits and silver seed jar. It was strange, she didn't take her brother to be the most organized of individuals but the room was that; organized. The fireplace against the far wall was burning low, the piano against the opposite wall, a guitar beside it. The desk on the opposite wall where the smell of the Snare Fang and coffee filled the room with a morning smell. Brenna smiled as she edged around the room before settling down in the opposite corner of the nook where a small, grassy lounge sat, tucked in a crook. Fraustus was the first to greet her when she arrived last night, his head pressed against her leg until he was petted before wandering over to the lounge to lay down. Aster kept his distance, hiding among the pillows and blanket on the bed before retreating to her brother's safety. Only then did he come to sniff at her before disappearing again. This morning, they both laid asleep on the loung. With a soft yawn, she took another sip of her coffee before sitting herself on the nook beside her brother. It was the strangest thing, that one, they were both Cocytus Hellhounds that specialized in the cold natural of things and Uru was a blazing furnace that every blazed. She giggled briefly at the glasses that he donned on as he read. "You could find some sort of magic to fix your presbyopia." An hour from now and they were to go with breakfast. Well, perhaps that is a good idea - a shower. Looking down at herself in her undergarment of black shorts and a black top that wrapped over her chest and just below her shoulders. She recalled her dress was neatly folded and placed on the desk chair, thanks to her brother. Patting his leg, she pushed herself up. "Alright, I'll shower and be back. May I borrow a towel?" He gestured with his chin to the dresser.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 7:40 am
Uru did not need to look up from where he was to know that his sister was meandering around the room, taking in everything that was his now that the space was well lit. The coffee was waking him up now, just the smell alone was enough. The book was a pleasure read, nothing about magic or teaching, or anything like that. It was a fantasy book about a powerful battle-mage in a world of werewolves in a werewolf society with some sort of mythos about an all powerful, all knowing individual that created everything in their country and the main protagonist was looking for him. He was also a drunk. It was never boring when he opened it, and he never dog-eared any other book unless it was for pleasure reading. He let his lips twitch when he came to a passage between the protagonist and a struck-dumb individual that was all brute. Brenna sat beside him, her presence a welcomed company as he inched over to accommodate her. He could feel her reading with him, her shift to look up at him, his true eyes glancing back at her, with raised brows as if to question her. "I rather not use magic to fix something that I have grown accustomed to, Brenna. It doesn't bother me." He chuckled at her following expression. "You making fun of my glasses?" It was rhetorical, but her smile was enough to know she adored them because it negated his RBF. It was about twenty minutes later that she walked back in, drying her hair wearing the same undergarments.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 9:49 am
Slipping her dress over her shoulders, and fastening the belt across her waist. Patting down her front, she smiled at herself before settling down into her chair, refilling a bit of her cup to keep it warm. Her brother was up and at the dresser, going through it to find the articles he was seeking. Smiling to herself, she swiveled the chair back to the desk as she withdrew the ribbons to do up her hair to keep it out of her face. The brush was nice and done the job well as she worked the ribbons into her hair. "So, Damien's a nice boil. Why aren't you friends with him?" She inquired over her shoulder as she finished one side. "He seems like you two would get along, maybe spar some. Plus, he smells nice, not a hint of anger on him like you do. Which kind of reeks some times, I mean, have you smelled it before? It's like the taste of rust. Don't ask me how I know. Just, you know, get to know the guy, maybe you two could really hit it off." She swiveled the chair back around to see her brother with raised brows, his eyes flashing their dual-colors, his leather jacket that she had gotten him for the holiday, their father's scarf around his neck, and a pair of ripped jeans at the knee, his arms crossed over his thick chest. She gave an unimpressed look as she stood up, patting down her dress.
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Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2014 10:31 am
"Damien and I are... acquaintances." he deadpanned as he moved to sit on his bed. The desk chair, the piano bench, and the nook were probably the only elevated places in the room to sit, but he felt comfortable regardless as he looked to his sister who sat on the floor across from him. "We... did not have a very good first impression."
"Oh? You hardly make any good impressions on people to begin with. I mean, the girls at the house - sure, I mean you look amazing. I mean after the whole dropping the knife holder on your foot and saying that you were okay, I am sure you made some of the boils pine for you afterwards. Let's just say your impressions tend to be dramatic; good or bad." She clarified as she moved onto the bed beside him, her dress airy, floating behind her, the dark brown tail swishing playfully. Her fur was unlike her brothers, it wasn't black like his but more like a dark chocolate, her ears shorter and softer than her brothers. But if it was anything the two shared, they kept their fur pristine and brushed.
"We fought over demon vs monsters-"
"Brother! I know for a fact you are no racist and that our father, your most respected and admired figure, was a monster." She scolded as she sent daggered looks into his back.
"I know, I got riled, I don't know why. He was fine before all that; he liked minipets and he was a hellhound." He knew why. He felt challenged, and he never turned away from a challenge. But this hellhound felt like he was challenging him. "We also brought up our packs..."
"Why would you bring up our pack?" She questioned, her voice hushed with curious questioning. "It isn't like you to use our name to get anywhere, I thought that was why you came here - to get things done on your own."
"It is, it's just. Like I said, he got me, he got under my skin and... I should..." he contemplated his words. "Talk to him."
"You're not coming with us on our date."
"You're not going on a date, Brenna."
"It's just lunch."
"I'm gonna go, too. I don't want you alone with him."
"You just said he was okay!"
"Not precisely my words."
"It was subtext." She wagged a finger before pushing herself up. "And if you come with us, I am just going to tell him more embarrassing stories and truths about you." He glowered. "I totally will, like how you are an overprotective poop head, and not just to me, just about anyone, and how you like your glasses because if Damien didn't know about your eyes, I bet he doesn't know about your dorky glasses." Uru huffed, rolling his eyes, standing up himself.
"Fine, you can go, but if he does anything I'm going to break whatever he touched you with."
"That could be misconstrued as-"
"I knew. I knew you would take our talk and turn it on me." he growled. She giggled as she hopped and ran for the door.
"If I start seeing Damien, you can't do anything about it!"
"YOU WILL NOT DATE HIM OR ANYONE UNTIL YOU ARE OLDER!" He roared as he charged after her. "YOU WILL DATE NO ONE!"
"I said nothing about dating!"
"SUBTEXT."
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