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Post by Zara Kester on Oct 18, 2008 18:25:01 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] "What's your name?" The boy asked, curiously, but, for some strange reason, Zara felt that she already knew his answer. His answer had been clear all along, even before she asked her questions. Clearly, he had already made up his mind. Zara sighed, resigned, but still a little hopeful. One tiny shred of hope still remained through all her pessimism. It annoyed her now, in the face of her bleak future.
"It’s Zara, but does it really matter? I think you’ve made your opinion of me clear," She said, crossing her arms over her chest in a slightly defensive posture. Obviously, this boy didn’t really like her. Even in wolf form, he’d so clearly disliked Zara that she felt rather stupid ever asking. She should have just left.
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Post by believe410 on Oct 22, 2008 16:05:49 GMT -6
Jacob ignored her commentary; it wasn't important to him if he had hurt her feelings. She could do with growing a thicker skin, in his opinion. Jake was never one to treat women as if they were fragile - what was the point in that? "Zara? Where are you from? Why have you come here? Give me one good reason that I shouldn't tear you into pieces," he said through his teeth, back hunching slightly as he fought the urge to attack her. For all Jacob knew, she was the enemy. This wasn't good nor was this kind, but he couldn't really change his opinion.
Jake ran a hand through his tangled hair. He had been letting it grow out recently - okay, fine, when you were on the run, you wouldn't care too much about the appearance of your hair either - and he had tried to cut it with a kitchen knife, but it was oddly tufted and looked... bad.
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Post by Zara Kester on Nov 24, 2008 9:06:35 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? Where are you from? Why have you come here? Give me one good reason that I shouldn't tear you into pieces," He snarled, hunching over in a defensive position. Zara sighed; he had her there. She didn't have a good reason. She would never have a good reason to live. But, she glanced up at him with pleading, empty eyes.
"Honestly, I don't have a good reason to live. I really don't. So go ahead and kill me; nobody's going to stop you. I won't stop you. But this was the entire reason I came down here-to join a pack. For 2 years now, I've been utterly alone. Two years of utter hell. All I ask of you is to at least consider it before you kill me. That's all I want." Yes, that was truly all she wanted. For someone to at least think about letting her join. To at least think of accepting her. But she knew that even that might be too much to ask. Maybe she would just pray for a quick end. Let the boy dispatch her and be done with all her suffering. She glanced down at the ground again, and crossed her arms, looking back up at the boy with questioning eyes.
ooc;; SORRY it took me so long to reply! I completely forgot. I'm so sorry!! *facepalm*
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Post by samuel uley on Nov 25, 2008 15:32:01 GMT -6
counting days on the back of your hands , Overgrown claws dug deep into the rich earth of the forest ground as the obsidian-colored wolf thundered along an un-shaped path. His frustrated breathing pushed his body along at a quick, raven blur of a pace, and his sullen eyes were fierce with determination. His cold nose raised an inch or so into the air as he ran to follow the line of the scent more clearly – heading off a separate way from the gathering of wolves so he could stop and change.
Sam skidded to a halt behind a thick oak, within hearing distance of the scene – his heightened sense still in effect. His sinuous muscles faded away from fur, and into tanned flesh as he phased back with practice – Sam’s mind going too fast to let anyone invade his thoughts at the moment. He changed into the pair of jeans, and donned a v-neck and a hooded sweatshirt, although he was still quite warm from his brisk run. He weaved through the trees at a casual pace now, attempting to catch his breath before confrontation.
When Sam had just let his breathing return to normal, and his head cleared up a little, he entered the little scuffle between what he recognized as Jacob, and…. Actually, he didn’t recognize the girl.
"Zara? Where are you from? Why have you come here? Give me one good reason that I shouldn't tear you into pieces,"
Sam raised an eyebrow, catching himself before he could say anything. He tilted his head curiously, leaning against one of the trees behind Jacob. He realized at this point something was built up inside of his chest. Sam still had yet to catch his breath – aghast with the scene before him which sent his heart into a skyrocket. A bark and growl of sorts shivered inside of him like a rattling window pane in a thunder storm, and felt as such, too. This was absolutely ridiculous – the tension in the air extremely uncomfortable.
"Honestly, I don't have a good reason to live. I really don't. So go ahead and kill me; nobody's going to stop you. I won't stop you. But this was the entire reason I came down here-to join a pack. For 2 years now, I've been utterly alone. Two years of utter hell. All I ask of you is to at least consider it before you kill me. That's all I want."
Sam crossed his arms, silencing that gurgling desire to phase in his stomach. ”What the hell is going on?” He breathed – sounding more frantic and confused, than angry. He was serious, though. What was happening here? He looked to the one who must be Zara, and uncontrollably, his hard hazel gaze softened. She wasn’t going to get killed. Unless she was an enemy. Why was Jacob being so defensive? Hmph. It had Sam clearly stumped.
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Post by Zara Kester on Nov 27, 2008 21:49:32 GMT -6
Wide green eyes glazed over slightly, as she drifted from thought to thought disjointedly; their order didn't make sense. Flashes of color, memories of school, camping, the smell of winter. . . No one thought blended into the next with a palpable order. Zara wasn't paying attention to her surroundings, really. She was too far lost in the black abyss of her mind to notice anything outide of her mind. She stared into space unseeingly, waiting for the moment when the boy in front of her would phase back, waiting for the slashes of agony. But no such painful sensation came. Oh, yes, she was just writhing in pain on the inside, trying to drown herself in the emptiness of her mind -anything to numb the pain- but no physical pain was present. She was surprised to find herself completely intact when she finally found her way out of the abyss; she had been half-expected to be disembowled by the angry werewolf before her.
Now that she had finally been pulled out of her wanderings, she glanced about, noticing a new scent in the air. Another werewolf. She groaned internally; as if she needed anther executioner. Her green eyes wheeled to find the source of the new scent, finally zeroing in on the owner of the scent, leaning against a tree on the very edges of the tiny clearing when she and the other boy were talking. Well, not talking-that inplied some degree of civility, and there was nothing civilized about this boy. Not even his hair seemed to have some degree of civility.
She kept the discontent off her face as the man approached her, and spoke, seeming confused. "What the hell is going on?" Her chin jerked out defensively as she pondered what he meant. So he wasn't in on the other werewolf's plan to kill her? Then what was he doing here? His motives confused her, and she fought the urge to crouch into a defensive posture.
"Ask him. I'm just as lost as you," She motioned toward the werewolf in front of her with a casual wave of her hand.
ooc;; sorreh for the crappy post. museless. ><
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