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There was a slight chuckle from him as she spoke reminding him of Layla when she was younger. slowily his eyes moved back to the forests finishing the tea with a crinkle of his nose to its sharp bitterness. "No... I am more afraid of that tea than his needles any more." a faint chuckle left him as he noticed the state of her hair guessing Malik hadn't quiet gotten the hand of fixing a little girls hair something he experienced as well. "Alright... No use in making everyone starve."with a slight groan he forced himself up no longer paying attention to the silvery grey skies that threatened rain making his joints ache. "Come on before they send a search party." there was the faintest grin on his muzzle as he opened the door to let her i before walking to his bedroom door and out to the main hallway of the lower house walking out to the dinning room. despite his muscles and thick aura of authority it was easy to see he was aching from how his jaw set stiff. Giving a larger yawn he waved to his pack offering the best grin he could. "Good to see all of you awake and moving! So early too!" In a tired manner he went to his seat at the table head looking up as his underlings came over his eyes and face softening at the sight of them.

Allura------------Tag:Malik

Allura smiled at the others seeing the younger of her students she began to flip pancakes without the spatula for thier entertainment tossing them time and time again to a pile on two large plate. Once done she gave the pan to Daemon to use for the bacon spinning herself smoothly around him picking up the plates with a grin. Smoothly she placed them on the table soon followed by various meats and juices. for Don she placed a steak nearly cooked raw and a bowl of cereal placing the rest of the meat cooked meadium to well on the table. In front of John a bowl of grits and eggs with a side of wheat toast and no salt butter. Then she set down another cup of his medical tea knowing he had to have two cups in the morning chucking as he grumbled about it. Still concern did flash across her eyes for but a moment noting he was eating less than he did when she first came. Smoothly she moved to the other side of the tale where Malik was a grin on her face. "Want anything special?" Her eyes were bright and warm towards him reaching over his shoulder to straighten the bowl of fresh cu strawberries and the whip cream can. The brief movement causing her chest and red silken pajama top to brush his shoulder moving to the side her hand on his chair to balance herself as she stretched to give Don a napkin taking care of the others before herself as usual.

Don ate his food happily his deep brown eyes following Layla as she moved about the room. Swallowing a mouth full of foo he went to take three pancakes when Allura gave him a napkin wiping his mouth with a slight frown not enjoying being mother hen'd. Getting his pancakes he topped them with strawberries and whip cream then syrup figuring he would run it off later anyway. With a sigh he looked up to see where Layla went before dropping his eyes back to his plate.

May nodded to the alpha's father (?) "Good morning." She looked down at her bare feet, the color of dirt. She rarely ever wore shoes, what was better than feeling the ground beneath your feet? Her own were tough from many years of walking over hard ground and sharp rocks. She looked around the room, taking note of who was there.

May sniffed the air as the smell of food flooded her nose. She grumbled to herself. "Fine, I'll get up, only to have food." She said, quietly. She threw herself out of bed and tumbled down the stairs.

John Flynn Deus

Alpha-Mate:Deceased-Kids:Layla

Donatello(Don) Valentine

HeadHunter-Mate:Wants Layla-Pups:None

Allura Primrose

Teacher-Mate:None-Pups:None

John watched his daughter from his end of the table as she went over to a newer male member he had let in a month or two ago. In many ways the younger male reminded him of himself at that age. A male suffering from a war that was still raging on in his mind and in his bones, though he hoped he didn't follow the same paths he did in trying to stop it. Perhaps what helped him would follow the same for him a good patient woman willing to hold his leash and give him direction and a reason to keep trying. Males like them needed that to keep living, once a soldier you never really stopped being one just got a diffrent thing to protect. He turned his head as more pack members came wandering in from outside and there rooms offering a grin to thier appearances. "Come on in kids get some food." In a tired manner he ate some of the grits and eggs slightly bland without the salt and butter but even Layla's mother reused to let him have it when she was around.

Don straightened up a little bit at Layla's presence cleaning his mouth after a drink of cooling white milk to sooth the slight burning of his face. "I have seen many things in my life... but the sight of you caressed by mornings first light never fails to quicken my heart and stop my breath." He said it simply his dark brown eyes settling onto his plate smiling in the slightest as he took the one strawberry that hadn't been sliced and lightly placed it in his mouth looking towards her his breath sweetly scented by the pancakes, syrup, strawberry's and whip cream he was eating. Light and sweet not over bearing but rather a innocent scent mingling with his natural scent deep and clean. It was hard for anyone who didn't see his scars to think he was once a killer of his own kind, no more than another wolfs gladiator for pure entertainment. Of course you have to remember its the situation that makes the person.

The males eyes turned as he heard Allura's soft chuckle the woman while waiting for Malik to answer setting a plate of scrambled eggs on the table with a large spoon to scoop with her voice a mothers tease. "He's been getting into the college poetry books lately, So far they are his favorite." Her hand squeezed his shoulder gently in show of a proud teacher moving to the other side of the table to set and eat. Her eyes looked to Layla with a soft smile. "Though I can assure you those words weren't in any of them." Allura was a good teacher setting Don up with online college classes to someday possibly be a writer as he had a way with words of course there was also the practical course of a potential police officer in the town nearby where John was sheriff. After all he was saying they needed a K-9 unit officer that could handle thier newest dogs. Normally it wouldn't be allowed but seeing as he often rode with the sheriff and nothing big happened around here so people were willing to look the other way.

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Alexander Hamilton

LostBloodline-Mate:kinda young-too young for that

along the dirt road walked a young man of no older than sixteen to seventeen, his brown hair was long clearily uncut and unwashed for a couple of weeks if anyone could geuss. In the town he left behind him the people said the man he was looking for lived up this way and though some of the cops offered him a ride he objected understanding this was a matter in which no one else should be involved beyond him and his blood. On his back he carried a large back and two more in either of his hands tired but continuing on. after a few hours of walking he found himself at the roads end a dirt driveway splitting the trees in a manner that one would have thought it was a park trail but in all reality it was the start of the long driveway that would take him to perhaps the one place he actually belonged. walking on it he smelt the pungent scent markers of strong wolves each one a stern warning to turnaround if you didn't live here a smell invisible to ordinary people but to him was a hard worry that he swallowed. As he walked the sounds of the forest slowily relaxed him until he started walking with his back straighter his head higher not knowing what when would find down this log drive way but it had to be something better than the life he was leaving behind him. He looked young and hungry but clearily of strong blood looking at him he had a little muscle that would surely develop into fierce muscle that would accompany a strong honest face with intriguing intelligent eyes.

Art Ó Cairbre~Twenty-six~Doctor~Father to Declan & Siomon

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Art looked at Layla, hearing her offer and thinking about it. Declan and Art were being quite a handful lately which had prevented him from helping Augustus out with the work. Though the other hadn't pointed out his lack of help but still, it was unfair to the other doctor. He gave a genuine smile to the brunette "That would be really helpful, Layla. Thank you." He responded to her, taking a seat at the table near John. His brown eye glanced at the older male, noticing that he was thankfully avoiding any salt or butter on his food. He heard Layla remind him about his medications before either Augustus or Art could do so. Carefully the father set declan down in the chair beside him, the little boy eagerly grabbing his fork to eat. Siomon had already had a bottle but his dad thought smart and brought down a jar of baby food for him as well. The blonde infant had his blue eyes trained on the alpha which only remained on him even after Art adjusted him to a sitting position on his lap. Out of nowhere, Siomon let out a squeal and made grabby hands towards the John and kept leaning towards him. Art looked down at him in confusion before realizing who he wanted. No surprise there. The baby loved the alpha quite a bit and liked to stare at his silvering hair in interest. Art turned to Declan, placing a slice of toast and some eggs on his plate which he dug into with glee. Art himself only nibbled on a waffle for he had little appetite.

Soraya Mohammadi~Thirty-one~Rogue

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The silver haired woman felt that she had enjoyed the morning long enough, her pale skin remaining the same ivory color even if she remained in the sun for a few hours. Soraya stepped down from the boulder she was perched upon, barefeet not making a sound on the earth as she touched the warm soil. She took a deep breath in ,body lowering ever so slightly, before she started to move in a slow walk. Her strides grew longer with each step and with each stride her physique began to morph. Her bones creaked and crackled, hair growing longer and starting to cascade down her form. By the time she was in a full on sprint, she was no longer the graceful human; Now she was a swift silver wolf, bright hazel eyes glittering with adrenaline. Every time she transformed it was as if she was becoming completely free of her earthly bonds and commitments that humans often took up. At the moment, she was edging towards a well-scented border of a pack she did not recognize. Her long legs easily shifted so that her body was carrying her just out of the border so she was more likely running alongside it. Soraya relished the feeling of the wind running through her platinum fur, long legs pushing her on and on, faster and faster. A line of bushes blocked her vision of the other side so when she easily leaped over them in one lean motion, she was not expecting a young man to be in her way. Obviously, that was a foul on her part for not scenting the air better under the layers of pack scent. In midair, she was unable to stop her body from most certainly crashing into the boy and already, she could see herself tumbling into him and body being sent roughly to the ground.

✘John Flynn Deus✘

Alpha-Mate:Deceased-Kids:Layla

♘Donatello(Don) Valentine♘

HeadHunter-Mate:Wants Layla-Pups:None

Allura Primrose♡

Teacher-Mate:None-Pups:None

John huffed at his daughter words the grin on his face that of a old wolf still mischievous but did men every really grow up. "Isn't this tea torture enough?" As he took the last of his grits and egg he stopped at Allura's cheeky look having guessed what the tricky girl did with her next words.

"Oh Don't worry Layla I slipped them into his food. " Her green blue eyes gleamed with a intelligence only her could wear so perfectly had she wore glasses she may have taken the opportunity to push them up on her nose. Her voice was well and pleased with herself as she slipped a smooth bite of soft sweet pancake int her mouth not a single drip of syrup missing her soft looking lips chewing it carefully swallowing with ease. "I had to do the same to Don whenever he got sick." To her alpha she stuck out her tongue earning a light bout of laughter from the alpha Who shook his head setting the finished bowl aside paying attention to the toast and all to bitter medicinal tea that not even Allura could make taste good. She looked to Augustus and Remy a faints redish blush crossing her olive cheeks at the complements of the food grinning softly as she tried to move the stubborn curls that refused to stay back from her face. "My family believed a woman should always have the skills to feed her family plus some and please everyone's tastes." Shaking her head she smile up at them. "Really I wish you could have tasted my grandmothers cooking, her peach cobbler could make you forget any trouble that crossed your mind." While she never spoke of her parents or old pack she would speak with ease of her grandmother. The one woman that believed in true happiness over just pair breeding for ranks and money. she was the only reason she remained kind to the world that had been so cruel to her. Though now in this pack she found herself softening more and more each day.

His eyes were warm at the sly Teachers words drawing forth a laugh he didn't know he had to many of any more. yes it was a little rude of ehr to trick him into eating them but still at least he didn't suffer trying to choke them down. setting back he ate his toast watching Dons eyes as Layla took strawberry with cream and dabbed the young mans nose leaving a interesting look on his face. One he used to know the same he had for Layla's mother it hurt almost how much she looked like her. still before he left this world he could at least make sure she would be happy and have someone to watch over and comfort her. As he took another drink of bitter tea he stuck out his tongue and scrunched up his nose earning a laugh of return chuckling himself. His dark eyes turned brightly towards the child sitting close to him setting down the bitter tea before reaching out towards him his large rough hand moving to gently touch the childs still soft face. "You seem to grow more every morning I see you. Eats your food." his voice rumbled as it did when he spoke to children that soft caring fathering tone that never left a mans voice one had a child.

Don's eyes were soft as his eyes met hers unable to stop that longing glint in thier depths. yet when she booped his nose with the strawberry he came back around shaking his head with a light laugh. His eyes followed her as she spoke to er father hearing the exchanging of words but only seeing her from where he sat not realizing he was still looking up at her. The suns light softened by the silvery clouds that hung in the air caused the pale nearly silvery blue tones in the thick brown to shine like waves, and her light skin looking like a dolls perfect with defined cheek bones, soft petal like lips thier soft pink color brightened by the blush that had temporarily taken residence across her cheeks. The finishing blow that had him helpless was those bright eyes...As blue, warm, and endless as a Caribbean sea as if you were standing in the sand staring into them wondering if you got any closer and fell to thier depths would you drown? A faint electric shock entered his brain zapping across it reminding him not to stare a self thought cleaning the soft white whip cream from the tip of his nose and taking another bite not wanting his pancakes to become soggy, though even then it wouldn't ruin the sweetness of them.

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❂Alexander Hamilton❂

LostBloodline-Mate:kinda young-too young for that

There was a slight shout of surprise from him as suddenly a silky furred female came flying out of no where at him. His automatic reaction being to catch her despite the slight pain it would bring him. Tightly he held her as they went down grunting when his head bounced off the hard grassy ground blinking deep browns as he looked up at her giving a faint groan. "Man... first beautiful girl I meet and she takes me out." His warm glowing eyes a soft intelligent flame as he released her from his hold to set up the back on his back thankfully not the one that had his shaving kit among other sharp objects. With a huff he ran a light had through his long slightly curly hair in its length feeling the faint trickle of blood but not all to bothered by it. "with eyes as as lovily and bright as those I am surprised you didn't seem me." Slowily he drew up a knee placing a arm on it as he looked down with a half grin at the female in his lap not missing a beat. "If you can give me a name I'll forgive you, though can't say I'll ever forget such a beautiful face." his voice was light hearted and charming having no issue with his silver tongue in talking to a wolf that could possibly be from the pack he sought for.

sorry fixed it ^^'

Art Ó Cairbre~Twenty-six~Doctor~Father to Declan & Siomon

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Soraya Mohammadi~Thirty-one~Rogue

{Bad Alexander, Baaaaaaaad XD XD Alex is hitting on an older woman.}

Soraya was glad that the boy had caught her rather than let them both tumble to the ground. Other than feeling a bit discombobulated, she didn't suffer any major injuries. As she sat up, her body shifted back into her human form, eyes opening to reveal them as a grayish color. Her head tilted to the side. This boy didn't seem bothered by the position they were in, her legs straddling him from the fall. Her short silver locks were mused all over the place and she was still a bit out of breath from her run. Judging by his facial features, he was still rather young, younger than her by many years she could guess. Her lips gave a gentle smile as she looked him the eyes "How sweet of you but maybe I don't want to be forgiven." Her words came out smooth ,soft and sweet even if one were to go as far. Her hand moved some stray strands of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. She was carefully avoiding telling him her name as his scent didn't smell of the pack nearby but he seemed to be headed towards the pack home she suspected. She was a rogue which could earn her being chased off or worse, death. Neither seemed appealing. She attempted to make a move and stand up to hopefully run from the boy, hoping very much that he didn't push her to stay and chat.

Eibhleann awoke slowly, her eyes opening slowly...the turquoise shade seeming to glow in the darkness of her den. As she move to get up, her fur glimmered in the given light though it was also red, brown, and white instead of the pure pristine white it should have been. The fae (female) limped out of her den, making her way through the trees to a creek. She lowered her head to lap a t the cool liquid, relishing the feel of it going down her throat. Her eyes closed but her wounds still bled slugishly.

✘John Flynn Deus✘

Alpha-Mate:Deceased-Kids:Layla

♘Donatello(Don) Valentine♘

HeadHunter-Mate:Wants Layla-Pups:None

Don a normally stern faced man seemed to freeze in a manner only Layla could get him to do. As he turned his head to see who tapped his shoulder he became aware of a hand on his taking the food from his fork. Quickly looking the other way to shout at the thief that was stealing his breakfast he suddenly became aware of soft lips swiftly leaving his cheek as they had met it. With wide brown eyes his body seemed to freeze up his hand frozen in the same place it had been when Layla took his food her scent thick in his nose one he couldn't forget if he tried to. A flush color crossed his face as he turned to follow her the woman's sly looking face his own wondering eyes saying what he was thinking but couldn't get out of his mouth.

Johns eyes turned from the blonde child to his daughter her voice first drawing his attention a faint disapproving frown crossed his face as he looked at the tea. "If you didn't have me setting on the edge of my chair I am sure I wouldn't need it." He wasn't a young father he knew it was to both get a rise out of him and to tease Don the fact she would tease a young man being what had set his jaw more than her doing it. "Though it is also your mothers blood that runs trough you so i suppose it is to be expected." With closed eyes and a stern face he drank the rest of the tea standing sharply. "If anyone needs me I will be in my study. Art be sure your son eats. Allura you get laundry today, and Layla... You can babysit seeing as you were offering any way." John moved stiffly as he walked irritated with what Lalya displayed the loud bang of his study door nearly breaking the frame evidence of it soon followed by a sharp click meaning he didn't want to be disturbed. Aggravated he went to his desk setting down as he began to sort bills and do his paper work opening a lap top and setting into his work. He knew his daughter was growing and old enough for a man yes it was true but he wouldn't accept her acting in such a easy teasing manner. It was bad to tease men, foolish girls that flirt and play with hearts wind up dead from leading on the wrong men. After all there was no guarantee she would choose that one in the end and if she did lead him on john wasn't sure what he or any man could do anything to stop him if he reacted badly. He could have sworn he taught her better than that especially to act in such a manner right in front of him where was her self respect. Maybe he was old fashioned but he expected a certain level of maturity from the next in line. With a sigh he leaned back rubbing his temples trying to lower his raised blood pressure. He wanted the best for Layla the best chance in life, and to know how to lead when he was gone and that sort of action wasn't a sign of a young alphess getting ready to take over should her father pass away rather a young woman of common blood enjoying her youth. It may be cruel to think it but she could afford to have that luxury as when she took over she would have to have the power to lead the pack and keep them in line when they stepped out of line. She had to hold up a certain image of leadership and strength so she would be respected and unquestioned when the time comes to stand in front of them and keep them from rising up and swallowing her whole as once you see someone as a foolish young girl that is all they can be in your eyes. This was something he didn't want to happen to her.

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❂Alexander Hamilton❂

LostBloodline-Mate:kinda young-too young for that

OOC-Yes he is a bad little boy, bad but not little. (anyone catch that?)

Deep brown flames flickered with intrest as the soft furred wolf soon turned into a equally sot skinned woman straddling him across his waist with a shameless but quizzical look. A wolfish look appeared on his face tempted to look down but a gentleman was at his core... though.... even a gentleman has a bit of dirt under his shoes. As she stood up he let her, his eyes admiring her body as she did so taking advantage of his position. From what he saw her body was that of a woman well above his own age but still just as worthy of lusty thoughts. At her words he chuckled lightly immediately figuring out she wasn't apart of the pack. Quickly he stood up in a all to smooth manner his long bangs drifting across his eyes giving him a slightly older look with his thin face made so from clearily having missed more than just a few meals. Yet the hand that moved out and gently took hold of her hand as he drew himself around to the front of her showed he still had some muscle to spare. With a smile he kept his eyes set to those that looked like polished steel, Taking a few second to admire how sharp and yet still somehow relaxed they were. His own deep brown eyes having the faintest ring of jasper around the black pupil giving them a warm entrancing look almost similar to that of a campfire, beautiful, alluring, hypnotic, and yet still dangerous if you get to close. A young male not all to unfamiliar with females a similarity he shared with his grandfather when he was his age. "Whoa now... where are you running of to? I am not part of the pack so don't worry about me causing you harm... Even then considering the situation we were in I feel it my responsibility to at least give you my name." With that all to wolfish looking half grin he moved forward keeping the distance between them relatively close so to assure her his eyes were steadied onto her own. "I am Alexander Hamilton. If you have the time I can tell there is something on your shoulders and I wouldn't mind taking the time to finding out what that is as I can see no reason such a lovely creature as yourself would be living off of a packs terratory yet not attempting to join them." Alexanders voice didn't crack or shift about like most young men's rather it was rich and smooth the creamy center of a decadent white chocolate truffle. Something that only made it harder to refuse talking to him for just a little longer, if not for his voice then his eyes that seemed to stare deep into a persons soul. he was young but he was well and grown from having to fend for himself and take care of his grandmother since he was nine and her memory started to slip.

May walked in, causally wearing her usual grungy clothes. "Morning." She said, casually. She walked over to the waffle iron to get herself a stack of pancakes. "Mind if I have some?" She asked politely, yet still keeping her chill tone.

The rogue were shifted into her human form as she closed her eyes to take a breath, dipping her feet in the cold water, allowing it to wash the blood from her skin. Her long ebony raven wing black hair drifted to the ground in small waves as she stood there at the waters edge. She wore a white dress with a white veil and red indian designs. Her heritage was that of a Indian woman but she refused to show it often. Her hands played with the veil as she stared at the wounds covering her body before she shifted and turned to head back to her den, she couldn't risk getting caught by the pack....she wasn't supposed to be there.

Legend sat down to eat her breakfast, her eyes flicking around the room to listen to every one that spoke and every motion taken. As usual the breakfast tasted great. She wolfed them down cleared her plate. (Low muse...)

~Hickory is up for interaction, just standing around~

Art Ó Cairbre~Twenty-six~Doctor~Father to Declan & Siomon

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Soraya Mohammadi~Thirty-one~Rogue

[I hate you so much for that joke XD]

As she stood up, her knees were slightly scuffed up from the tumble but she looked all around okay. For someone younger, Alexander provided quite the imposing aura to himself and his presence was almost alarming. Soraya was surprised when he took her by the hand and got into her space from the front. She could feel the tight muscle upon his body with just hints of the youngness about him. The female was entirely different in structure; From her long elegant legs up to her slightly flared hips, her narrow waist sloped up to her sharp collarbones and finally the eyes ended at her face. Her visage was square-ish with very slight color on her cheeks, her upturned deep set eyes were outlined in kohl and curled eyelashes. Her tongue quickly flicked out to swipe across her cupid lips in nervousness but it went away shortly. But really, anyone took notice of her short wavy locks that just reached past her ears. The left side of her head was shaved halfway up while the rest of her hair was all tousled to the right side, the silver color of it wavering on white but not quite. "Alexander Hamilton? I'm surprised your still alive from the 1700's." She responded playfully to the mention of his name but what really made her day was when he spoke in words that he seemed would bait her to come towards the pack house. No thank you; She had spent all thirty-one years of her life off the land and that wasn't going to change because of a sweet talking man "What weight do you see because I don't feel a thing. Why join others when I can live free like a bird?" Her voice faded off into laughter, her laughs sounding like musical windchimes almost. Soraya gave an experimental tug on the hand holding her's, to see if he was gripping her with purpose or simply showing off.

Art Ó Cairbre~Twenty-six~Doctor~Father to Declan & Siomon

Art finished his breakfast just before Declan threw his fork to the ground in retaliation. Siomon managed to eat a third of the baby food before refusing to eat anymore. The father wiped there faces off just as the door to John's office slammed shut loud enough that it startled his infant. The baby did not appreciate the loud noise, bursting into fearful tears. Art sighed, picking up his son and rubbing his back in circles to calm him "Alright, that's fine. I'll go check on your father." In a swift motion, he stood from his chair, declan in tow who was fretting over his whimpering little brother. As he came to the door of the office, her carefully knocked on the door to alert him of his presence before gingerly popping the door open a crack. The six year old chose to push past the doorway and run over to the obviously agitated alpha. "Declan! Don't-" His words were cut off when the little brunet attempted wrap his arms around the large silver haired male "Dun be mad, alpha. I give hug so you feel better." Art could already tell that his elder child would be too nice for his own good. Siomon had ebbed his tears but his face was still read and puffy from the small fit. Heterochromia eyes looked down at the floor as he tentatively made his way to the alpha's desk "Though I may be pushing the boundaries a little, John, but you seem upset with Layla which isn't good for your health. Would you like to talk about it?" Art couldn't do very much for the man other than offer an ear to him and possibly talk to Auntie Layla later when she watched his boys.

Soraya Mohammadi~Thirty-one~Rogue

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