Posts by Snicks

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-size: 20px; font-family: timesnewroman; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: +0px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right;]Spent my life [glow=red,2,300]choosing[/glow] and i always chose [glow=red,2,300]wrong[/glow][/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: tunga; text-align: justify; width: 420px; height:;]((just wanna let you know im goin somewhere tonight and might not reply till tomorrow or the next day, its undetermined yet but just in case i disappear, so you know))
Gage made sure not to look like he was obviously going with her, since if anyone found her missing, he'd be the first suspect and he simply couldn't have that. Once a safe distance, he watched her get her keys out as he went to the passenger side, ideas of his plan screening through of how he would pull this off. He supposed he could just wing it when the time came. [/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 30pt; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 4px black;][b][glow=green,2,300]Sloan[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -3px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;][b]★ we will [glow=green,2,300]fight[/glow] or we will [glow=green,2,300]fall[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; color: white; font-size: 6pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -7px;]A pup was with her, how had he not noticed? That definitely contributed to the strong smell of wolf. Sloan was territorial, but he would never harm a pup and so he waited as its little paws took it back where it belonged. Out of his territory. Fear was coming off of this female in waves, and while it didn't change his outward aggression, it did strike a little sympathy.
That is up until the moment that pup was gone, the female completely changed and he had barely enough time to comprehend the turn-around from cowering to circling him like a vulture. His eyes watched her, she was all snarl no snap, he had thought as he foolishly let his tensed muscles relax a little. The next move had all the warning signs she had given but he had blatantly ignored, yet was not something he had expected when he felt the wind knocked out of him and teeth sinking in his skin. The male very quickly realized that he had made a grave mistake, his female was stronger than she had originally appeared. Although he didn't know why she was attacking him when she was the one trespassing, Sloan was bored and wouldn't pass up a fight. Not that he had any choice when he had just been slammed into. He twisted, trying to break free from her canines as he snapped at her ear, teeth only meeting air. He threw his own weight into her, snarling as he aimed a second snap at her face.
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The female's broad head turned to her packmate who asked the question, swiping her eyes back around the stranger's area. "Doesn't look like it." She answered, waiting for the new stray's reasoning for stalking them when the husky dog turned tail and ran. Iggy instinctively jumped forward, but rethought her decision and looked at Ronan. "I'll follow her if y'want." She offered, paws undeniably itching for something to do other than hunting or guarding. [/fancypost]
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[fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 30pt; margin-top: -20px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: white; text-shadow: 0px 0px 4px black;][glow=green,2,300]Sloan[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 7pt; margin-top: -3px; letter-spacing: 3px; text-align: center; color: black; text-transform: uppercase;][b]★ we will [glow=green,2,300]fight[/glow] or we will [glow=green,2,300]fall[/glow][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; margin-top: -10px;][hr][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 405px; color: white; font-size: 6pt; font-family: verdana; text-align: justify; margin-top: -7px;]Feeling his canines rip into something never ceased to bring him a surge of pride and victory as her attempts failed to subdue him. He knew, he hoped, it would leave a scar to remind her just who she had messed with. Despite the fact that she was losing, he was not counting on the final move she fell on. Shifting? He had only meant to chase her out, them both being half human, he would have thought she understood that. Her human resembled her wolf, in a way.. both forms had seen better days. It striked an interest in him, a curiosity because she was quiet. She said not a word, but her dark eyes spoke. She wasn't aggressive.. she was afraid. Desparate.
That left him with the only choice he thought he had. Not walking away, of course, that would just be rude. Whether she herself was leaving, he had to talk to her. He had to resort to his least appealing option. His teeth pressed into each other and his ears flattened while they still could until he no longer felt the cushion of pads but only his bare feet and no barrier of fur but only skin and fabric. He brushed his arms off and wiped the hair from his face, clearing his throat uncomfortably. What to say now? He hadn't thought this far. "[b]Wait," It slipped out, and, well.. it was a start. Something had to follow it. "Why did you attack me?" That was great, smooth, even. He really had rusty people skills, because it was more than likely out of protection. Maybe it'd be better to hear it out from her though.
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She seemed to fumble with her words and movements. How long had she been off of her human form? Living with wolves, he could hazard a guess and assume a very long time. But then it wasn't right to assume things about this woman he knew next to nothing about except that she was on his territory and she was a fear-attacker. Although what he was wondering would have no importance to the matter at hand. Why was he still pondering this?
Why was he here? He lived here, didn't she know that? Did she not realize she crossed territory? This fem must be lost. And who was this, he fellow she was talking about? His father, their alpha? Or some unknown figure he knew not of that she was paranoid about. This was all very confusing. He needed to answer each question.
"[b]First off.. this is my territory." He stated, viridescent optics watching her, reading her. He looked for something to go off of as to why she was like this. Given the abundance of abuse signs, possible abuse, he wasn't going to get into assuming things again. She seemed to have a very colorful background. And there he was, assuming again. "I live here." He added, taking a nod at the scaping trees around them. "I have a pack too, that I must defend. Same as you. And.." He watched for her reaction, hoping she could understand. But now, he wanted an answer himself. "..who is.. he?"
Sloan waited, contemplating if it was a safe move to step towards her or if she would turn tail, no pun intended, and run like a rabbit. Before he could make his mind, though, he flinched as the silence was broken by a solo howl, and then more followed and he looked in the direction. Were they coming? He could never fight off that many wolves, but given that she hadn't shifted yet, maybe there was a chance.
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-size: 20px; font-family: timesnewroman; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: +0px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right;]Words can lose their meaning once you [glow=blue,2,300]walk[/glow] away[/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: tunga; text-align: justify; width: 420px; height:;]Revy decided she was too scared to look at them when they were in front of her, so she averted her ice blues down the wall, even going so far as to close them and maybe if she were lucky, she'd wake up at her human's feet and this was all just a nightmare. But no, she heard the feet shift more to Blitz's cage and her eyes opened, still down on the cold concrete. She was in the clear, but now they took a lot of interest in Blitz, from what she could see. Please dont take him please dont take him please dont take him were running through her head, she licked her chops and yawned nervously. They wouldn't take him.. today wasn't his day.. right? She couldn't lose her first and only friend in this place. What if they never returned him? Would it be worse if he died or just became a machine? These weren't very positive thoughts, she would admit, but they took her mind away from the fact the human with the paper was scratching it with his pen. What were they writing? Were they giving him more time? Less time? This had to stop.
She yawned again, trying to calm herself but to no avail, not until she heard the dreaded feet walk away and was allowed to release a breath she hadn't known she was holding. The female shifted towards the hole, not as close as before but closer than she was now. "Do y'know what they said?" She asked quietly, ears slowly rising again.[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-size: 20px; font-family: timesnewroman; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: +0px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right;]Spent my life [glow=red,2,300]choosing[/glow] and i always chose [glow=red,2,300]wrong[/glow][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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He got in, glancing at her with a polite nod as he got situated. "So your name's, uh.. " He froze. Sh*t. Catherine? Taylor? No, no.. started with a C. C.. Cu.. What did Jax say her name was? Come on, Gage.. He looked at her again, and remembered Jax talking about her. Courtney! "..um.. Courtney, right?" He finished, acting natural. "Sorry, I suck with names." He added with an uncomfortable chuckle. "So you been with Danny a while, huh? He talks about you."[/fancypost]
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-size: 20px; font-family: timesnewroman; margin-top: -25px; letter-spacing: +0px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: right;]i listen to these [glow=red,2,300]demons[/glow] way more often than [glow=red,2,300]not[/glow][/fancypost][/fancypost]
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: tunga; text-align: justify; width: 420px; height:;]The camp was just blooming with life when Merci awoke, much to her disappointment seeing as she gets very little sleep as is. She was laying in a pile of, basically, her own fur. She was less than a female, a servant, and servants don't deserve comfort. How she could get worse than any other female here was beyond her, but apparently she deserved it so she would take her low life and she would live it. She would try, at least.
The female believed this place had more drama than she had ever experienced in one sitting. Siblings outside trying to murder each other, lowly females trying to make a difference. What was it all worth? Nothing would change. Why she stood any of this, she didn't know. She'd be better off dead than living here, but then, she didn't want the males to win. Just a little longer, she told herself. She laid her head on her paws and hoped Diablo wasn't in the mood for entertainment. Maybe today would be an easy day, although with the ruckus going on this early, he might want himself a distraction. He might want to punish the females for something someone else did. Whatever.[/fancypost]
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Finally, a reaction that brought him some sort of relief. He had been starting to worry she was a borderline nut-job, but the click that went off behind those enigmatic eyes revealed she had just been confused.. and a little paranoid, it seemed. A nod was really all he had to offer at her reassurance that it was only her foolish accident that she crossed their borders. It still made him wonder, however, why she was living with wolves when she could be living with her own kind. It was wrong to dwell on that, though. To each their own.
Was she a nut-job? After asking a single question you would have thought she was one of those humans that got weak when they saw blood. Maybe it was the blood? This female was a challenging one, to say the least. It felt as if every time he thought he was getting somewhere, she would do something that completely knocked him off his game. He could take it though, because it seemed at least one of his non-assumptions were correct as far as he could tell. She states it's her father, then she rubs her scars. Coincidence? He honestly didn't believe so.
That was it? No explanation, no details? He should've figured that, this one was a specimen of few words. She gave no more than she had to, which only meant Sloan had to dig a little deeper. He wasn't sure if her issue was physical or mental because she changed from touching her scars to calming her head. How messed up was this stranger? What did that father of hers do? Other than what was evident on the outside.

"[b]Wait, are you.. are you okay?" That was a bit of a dumb question, she was clearly having some form of a panic attack and as much as he hated trespassers, he was nowhere near heartless. He simply wouldn't just leave her to handle this on her own, this girl was traumatized. "You need to sit down." He suggested, actually not as sure as he hoped he sounded when he gradually cleared the distance between them.
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She was nervous as he approached, it was obvious, so he stopped and retreated a step. The last thing he wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. Then the unthinkable happened. She asked him a question that wasn't dripping in complete accusation like the last ones she had asked. Maybe they were getting somewhere again. He might have just been answered the question that had been in his head, as well. If she didn't know there were other werewolves, then she would clearly settle with wolves. Her face flushed rather quickly after pondering over her question, however, and he wasn't quite sure why. Embarrassment? He didn't see a reason for her to be, but then clearly they had very different experiences which lead to very different viewpoints.
"[b]Oh yeah, a whole pack." He offered, thinking maybe if he acted more open with her then she would do the same with him. Was he making a very stupid decision right now, trusting her with the information that there was a whole pack of werewolves? What would come of this? Maybe she would join them, but if she didn't then.. he didn't see why she would need to ask that. His father would be shaking his head at him right now, saying what an inexperienced being he was and that he should never have given him the beta rank. Or maybe he would be proud? Proud that Sloan was making decisions on his own and possibly bringing another recruit. Possibly. Speaking of his dear father, another howl sounded and much to Sloan's surprise, it was actually his father himself. It was then that he realized he should have been back at camp a while ago, and that this was serious because his father always sent someone else to howl for patrols to return.
"Yes, it is." He informed her, craning his neck as he looked back. Nobody would come, hopefully. He returned his gold-flecked optics back to her, looking at the ground briefly. "I mean, if you.. if you wanted, you could come meet them. I'm sure they'd be happy to have you." He said, the words spilling out before he even went over them in his head. This was stupid indeed, she had her pack to think about and he shouldn't be doing this, but on the other hand, if he had to pick between wolves and his own kind, well, it was an easy decision. But of course, she was probably attached to them as well. His offer would at least stand.
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Something changed in her when he said that, like he spoke the words she was longing to hear. She must have really thought she was the only one. Enough to bring out a barely visible smile, if you could call it that when it was really just a small twitch of her lips. Maybe one day he'd see this girl truly happy, he could imagine she would glow. She was really an attractive woman, just beaten down by the world. All she needed was a chance to shine.
Another barely visible reaction, but one nonetheless. A nod, which he only wanted to take as a yes to his offer. His father would be so proud! Hopefully.
Blackbird. What an interesting name, it brought an elegant feel. He offered his own hand to her outstretched one, shaking it. "[b]I'm Sloan." He returned, bringing about a small smile himself. "So.. you're coming?" He asked in confirmation, turning back to where his camp was. Home was.
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Her answer wasn't very certain, in fact it was almost questioning but he chose not to utter a response and instead only offer a nod. They were about to be on their way again when a sound stopped them both and that pup from before was back. Had it not smelled of human, Sloan would've guessed it was her pup but it was clearly wolf so he dismissed that thought as quick as it came. He looked from the pup to the female again. She was leaving wolves that cared about her, real wolves, that.. surprisingly, loved her and didn't question the fact she had a diluted scent of human at all times that couldn't be washed away. She must really want to see her own kind to be leaving all that she had. Although, it was apparent to him that she had only agreed to meet them.. she had said nothing of staying.
At the reassurance of lead the way, Sloan could assume she was okay with leaving the pup now and began heading to where his pack lied. He tiptoed through the forest flooring, bare feet a bit unaccustomed due to his major use of his paws. He knew everyone would be wolves, they always were and any doubt was subdued the moment they howled for him. "[b]It's right over here," He said quietly to her, ducking through some overhanging plants and into a small area they had made for themselves. Two of his packmates nodded to Sloan, almost subtle surprise taking over their eyes that he was human with.. another human. It was difficult to distinguish her scent from the scent of real wolves, earning a glare. One of them subtly growled and slunk off to where the alpha was. "They mean no harm." Sloan whispered to her when the one had gone.
Moments later the wolf backed out and a slightly larger male appeared, yellow eyes narrowing at Sloan as they skimmed over his guest. She smelled of the wolves across their border.. what in the hell was his son thinking? He was right, Sloan was in no way fit to be beta of this pack. The alpha shifted into a grown man, nut-brown eyes still narrowed as he approached the two. "I only sent you on a patrol. What did I tell you, you mark, you go. Find someone, you chase them off. You don't lead them here." His hoarse voice sounded as a growl would have. "She stinks of our enemies."

"Thadeus," Sloan addressed the alpha, viridescent optics skipping briefly from Blackbird to his father. "She's one of us. Sh - She didn't know there were other werewolves out there." He explained, reading the older man's face for some form of praise, or impression, or.. or even approval. The man seized up Blackbird, huffing through his nose as he looked for a sign of resistance. She could very well be a spy. "Name?" He finally asked, pinpointing his inky orbs on her. Sloan just glanced from his father to her.
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