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Post by Zara Kester on Aug 1, 2008 15:17:29 GMT -6
[it’snevertoolate] [/size] this world will never be what i expected and if i don't belong, who would have guessed it?[/color][/size][/center] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/font][/b][/center] Zara sighed as she wandered aimlessly through the dark, wet forest surrounding the town of Forks. At least, that’s where she thought she was. She didn’t know for sure. Besides, her nose would lead her to civilization on the off chance she got hopelessly lost. None of the rare sunlight filtered down through the canopy, leaving almost as dark as the night. Not that she minded; on the contrary, Zara much preferred the darkness to blinding sunshine and the searing heat that came with it. She also disliked the summer heat. Winter was her favorite season; the snow, the cold, the short hours of sunlight, hoar frost... Yes, winter suited Zara very well. That and the fact that, in wolf form, she could easily blend into the surrounding landscape.
But here… That was a different matter. Her bright white fur would be easily noticeable here. She shook her head, contemplating her bad luck. Even if, on the off chance, that she would be able to join the La Push pack, she would hardly be inconspicuous in the browny-green woods with her glaringly obvious bright white fur. Winter only lasted, what, four months down here? Four months out of the entire year when she would be camouflaged. A far cry from the nearly, usually more, six months Canada got of the white stuff. She really did have bad luck. The only good luck she had in this stupid trip was finding where her father lived. Maybe she could visit him, once she got the lay of the heavily wooded land.
Zara hadn’t really been paying attention to where her feet had taken her, so it wasn‘t surprising that she ran smack into a tree. A dull thunk resounded as her head connected with the rough bark of the tree. “Ow! Stupid tree…” She cursed loudly at the overgrown plant, continuing her stream of profanities as she walked around its huge circumference, kicking it in annoyance. Her hand went up to her forehead, but any mark that the tree’s uneven, abrasive bark had made was long gone. She smiled to herself, satisfied. She wondered idly how many werewolves were in the pack as she leaned against another tree and stared unseeingly at the ground, bored.
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Post by believe410 on Aug 6, 2008 14:15:15 GMT -6
Jacob was running patrols when he smelled a new scent. He tensed - it was too close to the wedding for Jacob to consider this a coincidence. He didn't know about what was in Italy, but he knew that they were bad. Perhaps this was one of them - what were they called? Oh, that's right: The Volturi.
Jacob was able to hide in the brush easily and he spotted the white wolf. She didn't fit in here. His russet colored fur was great camouflage. Who was this girl? He knew that she couldn't hear his thoughts - they weren't in the same pack. He stalked slowly towards her, quiet as a mouse. Jacob was good at stalking and hunting. He had picked up on those useful traits on his little escapade to Canada. He had run away. He had loved being away from Forks. He wanted to leave again, but he had promised Bella. That was okay, though; once Bella became a vampire, she wouldn't need him anymore. He figured that she probably wouldn't even remember him, as sad as that was. Jacob was up on a ledge, above where the girl was running. He kept his eyes trained on her.
Jacob, in wolf form, barked out a laugh as the girl - another female?! Oh, no! he thought, upset - ran into a tree. It made him happy; that meant this girl would probably lose to him in a fight. Besides her utter lack of coordination, Jacob was about three times as big as her. He lightly jumped from the ledge and landed in a protective stance in front of the wolf. A growl ripped through his body, angry and protective. He wanted to talk to her, but he couldn't. He wouldn't change in front of her, either. His tail twitched back and forth as he waited for the female to do something.
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Post by Zara Kester on Aug 6, 2008 15:01:00 GMT -6
[it’snevertoolate] [/size] this world will never be what i expected and if i don't belong, who would have guessed it?[/color][/size][/center] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/font][/b][/center] Zara's attention was brought back to earth a slight bark, barely audible, it was so low. She tensed automatically, whirling quickly in the direction of the sound. Whatever it was, it was downwind from her. Damn it! Without her sense of smell to tell her what it was, she was practically blind. The glaring d3d3d3 fur didn't help her either. Why were the odds always against her? Why did she always have to fight blindly, trusting faith or something, someone, to keep her alive? Always. Her black eyes, sharp as an eagle's searched the forest again, raking the shadows for something, the source of the bark.
Damn it, She cursed herself again, but Zara was brought out of her mental scolding by the soft landing of feet, followed by a ghastly growling, slightly beside her stance. She adjusted her position in the blink of an eye, coming face to face with a huge brown werewolf. That much was easy to tell, as was the fact that this was obviously a male. Her muzzled wrinkled back over her teeth, exposing the dagger-like serrated canines that lined her mouth, as her ears flattened against her head, blending in easily with the thick ruff of silky d3d3d3 fur there. A snarl, much louder than she expected, ripped from her chest, as she took in the other werewolf's huge frame and lowered into a defensive crouch. Well, a small, sarcastic voice commented, there goes my life. I hope dad won't mind that his only daughter got killed... She would obviously loose a fight to this werewolf.
Now that she was no longer downwind from the beast, she could easily recognize his scent. So, this had been the werewolf who crossed her path while she'd been camping. Interesting. Another growl shuddered out of her muzzle, as Zara shifted her weight to her hind legs, not to fight him, for that would be comically idiotic, not to mention suicidal, but in case. Since she would obviously be the loser in such a match up, but she doubted that this wolf could outrun her, big as he was. Strength, not speed. Not that she would resort to such cowardly measures, not just yet. She raised her head, appraising the wolf again as she began to circle tensely, since she had nothing better to do. Zara's lean frame tensed, all the muscles bunching up with agitation. Her tail whipped back and forth restlessly as she calculated, ears pinned back, stance never relaxing, her keen black eyes never once deviating from the huge brown monster. |
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Post by janevolturi2 on Aug 6, 2008 16:17:17 GMT -6
Margaret's feelings took over as she split, her body becoming that of the dogs. She knew what this was, she just didn't know why it was her. Though when her Grey feet padded against the hard unruffled ground, she knew it just had to be right. The feeling was just there, it was like nothing before. Margret's Body was not built for speed, though she realized how good her fighting skills were when she encountered a bear on her way here.She made her way, fighting a bear, and killing a cougar. She was proud of herself, but why did this awful curse come upon her? Then it hit her, she was downwind of two more, two werewolves. Could she finally find out what she was? The smells were strong, they couldn't be far.
Margaret jumped hard, and she kicked up some speed as the trees sped past her the wolves came in site. She couldn't have been for or five miles away from her home, or could she be farther. Her sense of direction was horrible as well at her speed might have gotten a hold of her. There was both a female, and a male. The male was large and brown, he fit in well with the surrounding area. He looked like he was built for fighting, like Marg. He was hunched looking as if he was going to spring, a growl echoing from his throat. Though the girl was lean, and white. Margaret must be like her. She would never make it in the soft green area that made her way here, and Margaret had a hard time as well. The she wolves sabers were barred, as a louder growl echoed from her.
Margaret's ears flattened slightly at the others looked if they were fighting. The anger was almost tangible as she whimpered. Why was she such a wimp? She let herself fall into a defensive crouch before barking.
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Post by believe410 on Aug 16, 2008 19:30:39 GMT -6
Jacob couldn't stand it; another female wolf had appeared! He growled, ears low. He was still daring the white wolf in front of him to attack, advance. He was ready to protect his pack if he had to. A growl tore through his throat again as he advanced on the white wolf, tail whipping back and forth. He was being protective of his pack.
Jacob didn't know how to communicate with this lone wolf. He was at a loss for words - quite literally in his current state of being. He was still unsure as to if he should call back up or just handle it on his own. On one hand, he was the largest wolf in the La Push pack. On the other hand, he had two unknown wolves with him - although the newer of the two seemed somehow familiar. Jacob was ready to assert himself as an Alpha if he had to (although he had never called on the Alpha Magic before).
[ugh; sorry.]
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Post by Zara Kester on Aug 17, 2008 8:34:10 GMT -6
[it’snevertoolate] [/size] this world will never be what i expected and if i don't belong, who would have guessed it?[/color][/size][/center] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/font][/b][/center] The huge russet wolf stepped forward, and another growl rent the moist forest air before Zara’s keen ears picked up the faint whimper of another wolf on the edge of the fray. Before she could spare a glance at the newcomer, the brown wolf advanced again, challenging her. A slight bark of laughter escaped her muzzle; this unbelievably huge werewolf was picking a fight with her. She found it, personally, hilarious, but being in wolf form did not allow for much expression of this hilarity. Zara was far from suicidal, and engaging in such a one-sided fight would be comically reckless. Shaking her head, she sat down in her haunches, her tail beating out a steady tempo against the tree behind her. Her stature was almost, but not quite, submissive, still slightly defensive, ready to spring at a moment’s notice.
Zara glanced sidelong at the newest wolf, who was crouched in a defensive posture. A female, built for strength, like the wolf in front of her, but nowhere near as imposing as the male was. Her ears flickered forward for a moment at the new arrival, before she turned her attention back to the brown wolf. One ear slid to the side, one pointing straight up, giving her a comical look as she looked over the wolf in front of her. His thoughts were inaudible to her, so how would she communicate? Phasing could be dangerous, but how else could she speak? Her ears flickered back and forth, indecision clear on her wolfish face. Frustrated, a low whine issued from between her clenched teeth as she thought over her situation, waiting.
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Post by believe410 on Sept 8, 2008 17:00:41 GMT -6
When the white wolf whimpered, Jacob bared his teeth and growled loudly. He placed his shoulders towards the ground, ready to spring into action if he needed to fight. Yes, Jacob was a stupid, silly wolf who picked on those who were younger, weaker, more inexperienced and less likely to fight back. He didn't care; if it came between him protecting the tribe and waiting to see if another wolf was harmless... well, Jacob rather err on the side of caution.
Jacob's motto? Attack first, ask questions later.
Another growl flowed through his clenched teeth as he shifted his weight some more. She better have an answer for him, and soon.
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Post by Zara Kester on Sept 9, 2008 8:18:23 GMT -6
[it’snevertoolate] [/size] this world will never be what i expected and if i don't belong, who would have guessed it?[/color][/size][/center] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/font][/b][/center] The russet wolf growled in response to her frusterated whine. Someone was not in a friendly, sociable mood today. So, this whole trip was basically a useless, stupid thing if the werewolves down here were stubbornly adverse to everything. She hoped that the other werewolves weren't so damn grumpy all the time. She echoed his growl, baring her teeth again; her entire stance shifted to match the russet wolf. A defensive crouch, completely tense, her ears laid nack so far that they were lost in the thick ruff around her neck. Her tail whipped back a forth angrily, agitated.
She'd known that this trip would be a one-shot deal, with two endings: join the pack, or leave. Right now, though, the latter option wasn't looking so good. It was probably join or die, at this point, since she had so foolishly engaged in this suicidal fight with a moster of a werewolf. She snarled again, and, despite ir all, she didn't really care anymore. Without a pack, Zara would be sentenced to wandering eternity alone. Forever the outcast, misfit, everything that she wanted to be would be stripped away from her. Maybe she'd just lay down and let herself be killed. Because it was beginning to get unbearable. Or maybe she'd run, all the way to the Arctic. Up there, there had to some sort of salvation, because being rejected by your own kind was a mortal blow, one that Zara wouldn't handle well.
She snarled again, her black eyes narrowing angrily. If this werewolf would kill her, well, it was in her nature to fight back; even if she would just be fighting to live a life worth living. Her teeth snapped together audibly, daring the russet wolf to do something. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by janevolturi2 on Oct 2, 2008 20:31:21 GMT -6
Margaret whimpered slightly as the barks of the wolves became more aggressive. She was more built for fighting, but never was she there to fight. She was there to learn, to be cared for, not to live alone.. The two wolves became a bit aggressive as she fell to the ground into something that resembled a defensive crouch. Then a thought crossed her mind, the female wasn't angry, she was quite calm unless something angered her, that's who she needed to talk to, the female. The grey wolf walked to the side of the white one nudging her slightly, tossing her great grey head to the side, into the trees. Her stance was careful, but it had enough strength. Her eyes pleaded with the white wolf to come along. All she needed to do was talk.
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Post by believe410 on Oct 5, 2008 23:30:47 GMT -6
Jacob wasn't stupid; the white wolf (along with the gray wolf) was a female. She was tons smaller than he would ever be; she was the weaker of the three of them. He wouldn't attack her. She didn't really pose a threat, yet he didn't want her on his land. What was going to happen? What would happen? There was no way for Jacob not to attack her with this predicament. Yet Jacob couldn't really justify attacking a younger, less experienced wolf... could he?
Jacob was at an impasse. To attack or not to attack?
He snorted once and kept his crouch low, ready to attack if the white wolf did something stupid. His eyes communicated his thoughts perfectly: who are you? Why are you here? Can't you talk? What the hell is your problem? What do you want? Are you going to make me attack you?
Oh, what he would give to be more sure.
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Post by Zara Kester on Oct 6, 2008 7:51:05 GMT -6
[it’snevertoolate] [/size] this world will never be what i expected and if i don't belong, who would have guessed it?[/color][/size][/center] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/font][/b][/center] Zara easily saw the brown wolf's implications, along with the copious amounts of questions that boiled in his black eyes. And, in order to answer him -preferably without getting killed- she would have to change back. She stiffened nervously at this thought. She would be human in front of this homicidal, not to mention huge, werewolf, and the grey one, as if her situation wasn't bad enough. A vunerable human-one that even one of these werewolves could tear to pieces in mere seconds.
And then there was the grey wolf. She was plenty taller than Zara's own lithe, thin frame, and her body language made it clear that she wanted Zara to follow her, alone. As it were, Zara did not trust either werewolf, and she was not nearly stupid enough to turn her back on the brown monster. The grey one, however, she trusted, not much, but more than the brown wolf.
Sighing, she leapt to her feet, carefully making non-threatening eye contact with the russet wolf, trying to communicate that she would co-operate. If only because it was the best of the options Zara was presented with. She backed away from him, and shook her head as she stalked off into the trees. If the grey wolf wanted answers, she could wait with the brown wolf. Quickly, she morphed back into her -much disliked- human form, and pulled on her clothes-which consisted of a green tank top, and black and d3d3d3 boarding shorts.
She really hated doing this. Loathed, even. The brown werewolf was being a coward -not that she would say that to his face, since she was not suicidal-; he refused to change into his human for to talk to her, yet expected that exact thing for her. He was staying in his most powerful form, while she had to slink around in her weak humanness. Life was unfair, she reminded herself, and stepped out of the fringe of trees into the clearing where the 2 wolves were still standing. Her face was blank as she stared at the brown wolf. Better?
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Post by believe410 on Oct 14, 2008 23:12:13 GMT -6
Jacob was glad that the she-wolf was doing what he wanted. It made him feel better about the situation; he felt like he was actually in control. He liked being in control of the situation because, deep down (though he never really wanted to access it), the blood of an Alpha Wolf burned through his veins. It was his blood right and he didn't want to be taken for granted because he didn't assert his powers. Of course, the snowy wolf couldn't know any of that, but whatever. Jacob was all about asserting power.
When Jacob saw that the girl had morphed back into her human self, he took off running. He went back into where the trees would hide himself and changed, pulling on the shorts that were tied to his leg. He slowly walked back into the clearing, arms folded over his chest.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" His voice was soft, but he knew that she'd be able to hear him. His head swirled with images of her as a weaker wolf; Jacob would assert his Alpha position now, too, when delegating with the intruder.
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Post by janevolturi2 on Oct 15, 2008 17:35:24 GMT -6
ooc:// you can cut Margarete out, I need to redo her character.
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Post by Zara Kester on Oct 15, 2008 20:56:50 GMT -6
[it’snevertoolate] [/size] this world will never be what i expected and if i don't belong, who would have guessed it?[/color][/size][/center] - [/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size] -[/size][/font][/b][/center] "Who are you? What do you want?" The boy asked in a soft voice, as he entered the clearing in his human form. He was still as imposing in human form as the huge russet wolf was, but she felt on more even footing now. Sure, if she phased now, her last pair of clothes would be destroyed, and she would have to leave La Push, and go back to her demon-witch of a mother. She'd rather chance it with this wolf than go back to living the life of a nobody.
"Uh, well. . ." She didn't know where to start. Her eyebrows lodged over her sparkling green eyes, but she grimaced. The boy would probably just laugh at her, and tell her to go back to wherever she came from. She sighed, but decided to tell him anyways. "Well, my name's Zara, and I'm here on account of the fact that I was going to ask if I could join your pack. . ." She explained in a quiet voice, leaning back against a tree. She braced herself for whatever he was going to say. It was probably a no, anyways. And then she'd wander for the rest of her life, alone. That option was not favourable; Zara was prepared to beg for a chance to feel like she belonged. |
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Post by believe410 on Oct 17, 2008 23:34:22 GMT -6
Jacob was not amused; he was supposed to be the pack leader. His eyes were narrowed and he listened intently to the young girl's voice. He thought about what the girl was saying... was this really his choice? Although he was technically the Alpha, Sam held that position officially. However, he wasn't going to let this girl know that... he'd let her think that perhaps she had a chance. Besides, Jacob was far more than just Sam's right hand man. Jacob was practically half of Sam's brain. Sam asked Jacob for advice and Jacob asked Sam for advice (okay, not really, but they could pretend that was the truth).
Jacob was all business - if business came dressed in a cynical attitude. "What's your name?" Jacob asked curiously, as if that played a part in the whole thing. But, really, could Jacob stand having another girl wolf in the pack? Ew, that'd be horrible. Jacob had enough issues with Leah, as did the rest of the pack. Sam tried to get them to behave, but sometimes Sam's thoughts weren't even that nice. It would suck to be Leah, sure, but what could you do? She brought half of it onto herself.
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