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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 19, 2008 22:35:55 GMT -5
Brock stepped out of his house and onto the darknened streets of the city. Nobody was usually out at this time, except for the "night creatures" of course. As he walked along, he made sure to keep his two glocks within easy reach, just in case. Being the alpha of the entire werewolf race made him have a hefty bounty over his head. Brock never left the house without a weapon, even if it was just a walk down the street. Years ago, he had learned things the hard way. When he wanted to go just around the corner, he was attacked by a hunter and had to shift to his wolf form to fight. Yet that was long ago, and Brock didn't intend on just walking down the street tonight. For now, he just wanted to take a walk around the city.
With that being said, he kept at a good pace. Once he had walked a few blocks, he stopped at a bus stop overhang and sat down on the bench. At times, he just liked to stop and take in the air of the city. The moon was only a crescent state, and his inner wolf was calm. He was in a pretty good mood tonight, unless of course some hunter decided to come across and try and start trouble. For some reason, they always seemed to like doing that. Hunters were the ones to judge people for what they were instead of who, and it was that very fact that ticked Brock off. Only a small portion of his kind killed humans for fun, yet his entire race was hunted. Most humans failed to look past the myths and stories to see the real side of werewolves, and if they did, they'd find that they could probably get along with them just fine.
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Post by caleb on Sept 19, 2008 23:35:33 GMT -5
Caleb walked down the street, hands in his jean pockets and eyes drawn to the pavement. He just came from work and was taking a small stroll before he headed back to his car. He really missed the forests...Missed running through the trees.
He took a deep breath of the city air and thought about shifting. He could easily hide. It wasn't difficult...to a point. It can be hard to hide his snow leopard form...Not many huge cats in the city, unless they're in cages.
He shuddered at the thought. He hated cages and he hated collars.
He paused, nostrils flaring and he narrowed his eyes. The wind brushed passed him and it was that scent again. A wolf...very close.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 20, 2008 0:23:55 GMT -5
Brock put his arms around the back of the bench and glanced up at the moon. As long as it wasen't full, it always seemed to calm him no matter what mood he was in. He could be extremely angry at someone or something, and a glance at the moon would take away some of that anger...if it wasen't too bad of course. The only real exception to that would be if he were angry beyond a point, which didn't happen too much.
It was then that he took a sniff of the air and picked up a somewhat familiar scent. He knew there was some kind of cat around, he just didn't know what kind exactly or who. His eyes glanced over in the direction his senses took him, and not too far off, he could see a figure approaching him. This being was powerful, probably a leader like Brock. Yet he knew that the lead soul for felines wasen't called an "alpha" as he was, but rather a king.
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Post by caleb on Sept 20, 2008 13:18:03 GMT -5
Caleb grinned as the wolf looked his way. He kept approaching, walking as if he was just strolling down the street, but his movement was swift and inhuman. If he was in leopard form he would be flicking his tail...He hated being human.
He reached him, but turned his gaze away to look to the street while he leaned against the bus overhang and crossed his arms. To those passing he would look as if he was just waiting for the bus.
Brock's power pressed against him and automatically his power pressed in return. The wolf was what they call an...alpha. Leader of the pack.
His muscles flexed and he glared at those who looked his way.
"What do you want, wolf?" his voice was deep, but thick with a purr.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 21, 2008 1:59:26 GMT -5
Brock snickered at the question. "Funny, I was going to ask you the same. Yet now that I think about it, it crosses my mind that you're probably the leopard king." He paused for a moment and looked at Caleb with a smirk. "I hear you don't take too kindly to my wolves, and I just wanted to know why." If it was a bad experience, Brock had no issues with showing this being that not all werewolves were bad.
In fact, only a small percentage of them killed for fun, no matter what the race of another person. "You wouldn't happen to think that all we are are flea ridden, over grown dogs, would you?" The hunters seemed to like thinking that for some reason, and Brock hated that. Yet he was use to being called names such as 'flea bag', or 'mutt'. As he waited for Caleb to answer, another thought crossed his mind. He had nothing against wereleopards at all.
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Post by caleb on Sept 21, 2008 23:52:54 GMT -5
Caleb looked to the wolf at the mention of "leopard king." He was glaring before his lips curved into a grin. This wolf could be a fun toy! It's been a while since he had a fun one!
"Name's Micah." He frowned at the name before grinning again. "Never liked dogs. Too loyal at their masters. Cats just love to be left the fuck alone."
He chuckled and rubbed his cheek against the side of the bus overhang. He wanted to shift. This human body was so boring. There was only so much he could do out in this city. He could do more even at the club.
He continued to rub his cheek and sighed heavily. "Who would win...You or I?"
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 22, 2008 0:33:28 GMT -5
Brock returned a crooked smile. "Micah, huh? Well Micah, I'm Brock." He continued to listen to what Caleb said, then nodded a bit. "You'd be surprised at how many of us werewolves want to be left alone as well. If we want to be with others, we go to our pack." Brock usually went hunting on his own, yet he found himself hunting with a group more and more often. He didn't know why, but it was just more fun to box in your prey and watch their reaction.
It was then that the question of who would win came up, and that made his smile grow. "Good question. I probably wouldn't have very many issues fighting less powerful wereanimals, but you're the leopard king." A chuckle escaped him. "A battle between two leaders would be very interesting to see." Last time Brock had fought someone just as powerful, or maybe even more, was years ago. He was in battle against his step father, a very old and well respected "master" vampire. Brock had barely won, and he came out on top, battered and bruised. The death blow, the decapitation of his so called "father".
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Post by caleb on Sept 22, 2008 11:18:59 GMT -5
Micah laughed and it sounded a little on the high note. He clicked his tongue and continued to rub his cheek against the overhang. "Oooh. We leopards like big naked piles. Keeps us warm and cozy. Should do it more often, but..." his eyes narrowed, "there are naughty little kitties who just don't understand the importance of...closeness." He laughed that high pitch laugh.
He felt so trapped in the human body. His back rippled and his shoulder would dislocate and pop back in at the promise of shifting. The sweet, sweet promise of having fur, claws, and power within every limb. Couldn't he just shift now, in front of everyone?
"A fight would be fun. Maybe today, maybe some day...soon. Tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock goes on. Always trying to beat Micah, but no no no...Micah knows how to play." He laughed again and his eyes flicked to a couple who looked to him funny. He had never hunted humans before, never chased them, but for a moment his thoughts wondered how the toy would be.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 22, 2008 12:24:58 GMT -5
Brock smirked again. "Seems like an interesting species." He said to make note of the wereleopards. "But you're right, a fight would be nice. Though I doubt the winner would prove to be the stronger of the two. We could have a second fight, and the other person would win. That's just how it is with two powerful beings going at it against each other." Brock knew all too well that if he haden't killed his step father and had to fight him again, chances were good for either of them to win.
It was then that he looked across the street and saw the humans giving odd looks. He nodded towards them and smirked to mess with them a bit. "Damn humans." Brock said with a laugh. "They always seem so rude about things they don't know or can't explain. A good portion don't know about the existance of us wereanimals, and upon hearing about it, they just laugh. Truth is, we're right along inside society with them."
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Post by caleb on Sept 22, 2008 13:18:10 GMT -5
"Pity, pity, pity. I don't like being human. They walk funny and so low on their senses. Bugs me." He nodded to himself and twisted his head, cracking his neck. He clicked his tongue and grinned at a woman walking passed them. She held her purse tighter and quickened her pace.
He laughed and was nearly on the verge of pouncing on her just to see what he reaction would be. He never pounced on one of them before. How would they react? Confused? Shocked? Disgusted?
He'd been a were-leopard all his life and has never played with a human. How come the thought never came to him before?
He tried to push at his thoughts but they just vanished from him. He could even remember come to this bus stop. Last thing he remembered before this was being at central park in New York and that was last night...He thinks. He's always forgetful. Always, always, always...
He looked back to the wolf and tilted his head. "How long have you been wolf?"
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Sept 23, 2008 15:44:33 GMT -5
Brock looked back at Caleb. "I've been a werewolf ever since I was born, so 300 years exactly." He glanced over at the sidewalk across the street and saw a couple walking by. They were young, definatly teenagers, and although Brock wasen't up for killing the innocent very much, he had times were he would bypass that. "Hunt 'em, or leave 'em be?" Brock asked as he nodded over in their direction.
He didn't care which answer Caleb chose, he was just fine without hunting them. If Brock wanted a good thrill tonight, he'd just find a hunter sometime later and have a little fun. Hunters weren't that hard to find, and about ninty percent of them were arrogant and bias. They refused to see the good side of werewolves, and that not all of them killed for the hell of it.
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Post by caleb on Sept 27, 2008 11:27:06 GMT -5
His gaze flicked to the teenagers and excitement twisted his insides. "I don't know...I'm not big on hunting with a wolf." He looked back to Brock and grinned, too much teeth. "Either by myself or with my pack. You understand, right? It has nothing to do with you." He laughed, high pitched.
"So you're an old fart, huh?" He laughed again and power rippled over his skin, urging his bones to shift. His eyes narrowed. He took a deep breath, smelling his own power, and let the air out in a big sigh. His back made cracking noises as it shifted and that...was the starting.
He couldn't stop the rest of his body. He lost control and those teenagers now down the road looked like the most funnest toy ever. His body shifted, clothes shredded, and once he was a full grown snow leopard he shook the shredded fabric off of him.
He gave Brock one look with his bright green cat eyes and then bolted towards the teenagers. People screamed, cars spun out and slammed into each other. It's not every day one sees a leopard...Did anyone see him change?
He didn't care. He cared only about his toy.
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