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Post by Harold Blaidd on Mar 24, 2018 1:48:32 GMT
Harry drove normally well within the speed limit despite the hustle and bustle around him. In the moment now however he was pissed and it showed. He drove his truck as if he stole it. He whipped down to the Oviatt and once more stormed in as if he owned the place. As usual the security was on him in the heart beat between his arrival and him moving towards the bar. He expected as much and knew just how badly he wanted to cut lose. So even as it was sure to get him another smudge on his record he purposefully shouldered past the head guy.
Sometimes you wanted to be the wrecking ball sometimes you wanted to be the wall. He wasn’t sure which he was in the mood for just yet. Truth be told it was why he normally stayed near his cabin and hunted the mountains. It was calm peaceful and he rarely outside the odd chartered tour had the world to himself.
As also expected they converged and attempted to keep the commotion to a dull roar. He was in no mood for their foolishness. So, as they attempted to wall him off he said very lowly but directly. “If you don’t take me to Mister February now I will cause a huge scene that you will need a week to clean up.”
As expected they obliged With a few unnecessary nudges.
Two hours later he was tearing up the road to his cabin surprisingly far less lighter of mood than he’d expected. February was surprisingly more paranoid than usual. Even going so far as to threaten him with a full banishment if he didn’t rein himself and the other wolves into line. He was surprised that the spider was even remotely concerned with anything except keeping power and yet it was as if he were answering to someone else.
So it was with no small undue annoyance that as he was rounding the bend leading to his FR that he felt another wolf a strong one and if he wasn’t mistaken. Her.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2018 2:09:06 GMT
Anja had texted her three just like usual, but at their wishing to join she had declined for the time being. Right now she was in no mood to be around anyone and didn't wish to lash out on one of them at the moment. Though she knew Ariella would be the most worried, being the only other female in their little pack, but Anja was pretty confident in the two males keeping her safe and watching out. Of course, she'd not really paid much mind to exactly which region she was in when it came to the mountains. All she knew was she wanted to be in her wolf and let some of her anger be released in a run. It had always helped in the past so she was pretty confident it was going to help her even now as she raced across the grass, through the trees not even paying attention to the various scents about her right now. This was about release not anything else, so her movements were a blur with out quickly she moved. She'd always been quick, agile and right now was no different, those piercing blue eyes staring out as she ran, enjoying the feel of the wind through her fur. Her Wolf |
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Post by Harold Blaidd on Mar 24, 2018 2:38:06 GMT
There were over one hundred wolves or thereabouts floating around the area. Most were simple easy going and were accustomed to just living their lives. They’d meet up once every three weeks to run through the mountains, raise hell hunt a goodly portion of the white tails and other prey animals in the area. It was a huge thing the monthly hunts the communing and the socialization. The fights and the feel of fur. It was in truth the only time he didn’t hate the lycanthrope community. Even as he knew it wasn’t this felt like poaching like someone rifling through his things. He didn’t bother restraining the snarl that came to his lips. Pulling as much off the road as it the space would allow without him getting stuck he sat behind the wheel rolling his shoulders beckoning the change. Kicking off his boots and slipping free of his clothes he turned off the ignition taking the keys and locking his truck.
Stepping out he hid the key and fob under the back wheel well. Moving around the vehicle he sniffed the wind tracking it moving through the brush plotting an intercept course. Once plotted he took off. Running headlong into the brush taking trails that most wouldn’t know existed. Rounding one crossing another and shifting finally as he coursed past a cliff. The usual pain and realignment of bone and muscle snapping things into place his dark brown pelt spring forth in a shower of shift spray. Under the cloudy night sky he would appear a living shadow save the lighter edges of the mask over his eyes.
He didn’t bother to hold back his aura the sheer majesty inherent. The meeting of like to like was not what he was seeking. He was seeking her flight and removal from his spaces. He was seeking his solitude unmolested.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2018 3:09:47 GMT
Since she wasn't attempting to find anyone, she wasn't taking notice of any one particular smell. This had nothing to do with wanting to find another at the moment, this was about her unleashing the emotions she had inside before she lashed out on someone she didn't wish to hurt. That blur of dark colors barely seen with her quick pace, leaping over the bushes and limbs in her path she moved deeper and deeper into the range. Not really sure when she'd stop, no doubt when the urge was there, but for now it was a need to run.
Of course, she had no idea the area she'd picked belonged to that male, wasn't like she choice the area cause she had. Far from it. She wanted to be alone, she wasn't looking for any particular location, so where ever his dwelling was she could careless at the moment. Although, with her running on instinct right now, well them running into each other only a short time after their first meeting might not go well.
Male or not if he happened to come upon her and tried to start something, he'd find out she didn't just roll over and submit to anyone. So when she felt that sudden aura a feral growl broke from her chest and out her muzzle in a warning, but she didn't slow down. Merely continued along her path she'd chosen, using the fallen branches, limbs and such as she pushed off, gaining a good bit of distance and speed. Shifting easily through the denser part of the forest, sensing where his aura was and had a pretty good idea what he might be planning.
So in a sudden, last minute decision she shifted her direction, but didn't slow down.
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Post by Harold Blaidd on Mar 24, 2018 3:27:46 GMT
Male had nothing to do with his charge space and a general lack of respect was. This was his space invitation only. He wanted her gone as he was not in a receiving mood. He was not forgiving of useless needless aggression. He needed and wanted solitude because rail though most did he was anti-bitching. He was about solutions and most seemed t be only about what they felt not using those feelings to solve a god-blessed thing. He took it as a generational thing. A mindset that said hey look at me I am can do whatever I want even piss over traditions, rules, and legacy yet were gravely hurt when there were repercussions. Everyone enjoyed sausage but didn’t want to know how they were made.
So one of the many things he couldn’t tolerate was sheer rudeness for rudeness sake. Angry at the idea as well as the fact he couldn’t quite right it in his head why it even mattered. February was of no help and it seemed as if there would be no bartering for her acception into the society nor why would it even be a thing he was concerned over. Screw it let her get banished or hunted out of the city. Because that was what would happen sure as the sun would rise if she didn’t toe the line.
And as she shifted course he adapted closing the distance to one of stride lengths. He didn’t bother masking his oncoming. He meant simply for her to leave his area to give him his peace. To give him his solitude.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2018 3:43:23 GMT
Like she'd come specifically to 'his' neck of the woods on purpose to piss him off? But maybe if he didn't have that stick up his ass he wouldn't be such a hard nose dick. Oh well, she was beginning to think LA really was the worse place for her and the pack to pick. Perhaps they would leave, it was certainly on the forefront of her mind to do just that once she left here even.
Of course, when he adapted she growled and mentally screamed. If he'd just fucking left her alone, she'd of probably been out of his 'little' area, no instead he was going to be the guard rail. The brick wall that pushed and she mentally shook her head, done dealing with the male all together and completely changed, heading out of Mt. Lukens and instead further south.
(guess thread end)
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