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Kline-22-Trans Male-M: group in kitchen, Rowan specifically - Kline groaned as he woke up to the sight of dust bunnies and random things that had been kicked under his bed and forgotten. As usual he'd moved around so much in his sleep that he'd rolled under his bed. With a huff of annoyance and a soft sneeze he crawled out from under the bed and got up, dusting himself off and stretching out with a satisfying series of cracks and pops. His muscles groaned in annoyance, he was sore to the bone from working out until he could barely move the previous day. Some jerk in town had catcalled him in the streets the day before, mistaking him for a woman while he was shopping for stuff for his beard and in response he'd flipped them off and Run home to work out until he physically couldn't anymore. - He pulled on a skin tight tank top and his fa orite pair of acid washed jeans before tying up his running shoes. Once he was dressed he moved on to fighting with his hair and messing with his patchy beard. After a few minutes of preening and primping he was as satisfied with his appearance as he could be and he decided it was time to finally leave his room. As soon as the scent of bacon and French toast met his nose he was quick to forget reason and run downstairs a lot faster then he probably should have. However he was to slow to stop and ended up accidentally bumping into Rowan's giant figure. Kline smiled apologetic ally up at the much taller man as he said "morning guys, sorry Rowan, I got excited when I smelt food. Though it's not like I did any damage mister giant, seriously share some of that height with me." He was quick to move around everyone else and go to the fridge making a concoction of eggs, fish, milk and some supplements he'd bought the day before. The mixture was horrid and almost made him gag but he was doing it for his beard so it was worth it as he held his nose and chugged down the disgusting mixture. Grimacing when he finally got it all down before quickly moving on to making himself a far to sugary coffee that he also proceeded to chug down to get rid of the gross taste in his mouth. He didn't even give the alphas wounds a second glance since they didn't seem serious and it was normal for him to come home beat up. The whole time Kline stood in the kitchen he never stopped moving, he was always tapping his foot or leaning side to side, it was second nature for him to always be moving. Being still felt wrong to him. |
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Rowan Draven | Werewolf | Scout | Mentions: Kline Rowan was lost in thought until he felt a small, fast moving force bump into him. He grunted slightly and looked down to see Kline, who must've just woken up, had run into him. He chuckled slightly in amusement at the smaller, yet older man. "Eh, I don't blame you for getting excited at the smell of food. You didn't do any damage though." he said with a grin at the man's comment. "If I ever figured out how to do that......I probably wouldn't share my height, still." he said with a slight laugh. He watched as the man made up a strange concoction of eggs, fish, milk, and supplements, and he did his best not to gag. "Seriously, how and why do you drink that stuff, it smells awful, which makes you wonder if it tastes as bad as it smells." he said bluntly, watching as he then downed a sugary coffee, which to Rowan wouldn't make the taste any better. He'd just stick to anything that wasn't coffee or alcohol, thanks. He'd once been allowed to try a sip of wine, and he hated it, hence why he'd never do that again. They had said that was a sweet wine, so no thank you. Hope thought the same, although she'd had a rather large sip, which only made it worse. He watched as Kline never seemed to stop moving. He raised an eyebrow slightly, but by this point, he was used to Kline constantly in motion, so he didn't comment much on it anymore, unless it was being particularly annoying, but it didn't do much good then either. |
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Luna S. Bartley | Werewolf | Female | 19 | Hunter | Mentions: Rowan, Kline and Tori Luna woke up to the sound of an alarm going off. She moaned as she rolled over to turn it off. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking several times to clear her foggy vision. She got up out of her bed and rubbed her eyes. It was dark in her room due to her dark blinds. She'd shut them last night so she could sleep better. She wasn't used to having an alarm set. She liked sleeping so she could get up and start the day as early as possible. Luna stood up and opened her blinds. She was met with the bright sun burning her eyes. Luna's eyes stung so she turned away. She opened her eyes slowly and blinked, becoming used to the brightness. She then turned to her closet which was across from her door. She opened the doors and threw on a navy blue hoodie. It was her favorite and she'd just washed it yesterday. Still tired, Luna opened her door and walked downstairs. She was met by the warming smell of French Toast and Bacon. Tori was making the food and Rowan and Kline were talking. Luna yawned as she walked down the last few steps and stumbled to the fridge. She opened the door and poured herself a glass of Orange Juice. As she put the bottle back, the smell of brewed coffee filled her nose. She didn't make a face because she liked the smell, just...not the drink. |
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Natasha DeForest | Werewolf | Female | Medic's Assistant | m: group in kitchen Nat woke to the sound of her alarm clock blaring incessantly in her ear. Grumbling under her breath, she smacked at her nightstand until she successfully hit the top of the god-forsaken thing. She had a bad habit of sleeping half the day away if she could, so she’d picked up the rusty alarm clock at one of those run-down interstate antique malls. It did its job, she would begrudgingly admit. Quite literally rolling out of bed, Nat assessed herself in the floor-length mirror propped in the corner of her room. She brushed her fingers through her bangs, which were sticking up in all sorts of directions. Good enough for her. She grabbed an old gray sweatshirt off of her bedpost to slip on over her tank top and made her way to the bathroom. As she brushed her teeth, Nat knelt down and swung open the cabinet underneath her sink. In this cabinet, she kept medications for more serious illnesses - those that couldn’t be treated with natural remedies. Penicillin, painkillers, even an epipen tucked into a corner. Satisfied with her inventory, she shut the cabinet door and rinsed her mouth out with water. Nat trotted down the stairs and into the house’s kitchen. She was still in her pajama pants, not having bothered to change into real clothes other than her hoodie. Shuffling past her fellow pack members, she tugged the refrigerator door open and grabbed the smoothie she had made the previous morning. She unscrewed the lid and tossed it into the sink before hopping up to sit on the countertop. “Morning”, she muttered, mostly speaking into her smoothie. |
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Rowan Draven | Werewolf | Scout | Mentions: Luna, Natasha Rowan watched, faintly amused as Luna stumbled to the fridge and got a glass of orange juice. He also didn't miss the fact that her nose curled up at the smell of coffee. "So, you not like coffee, or do you not care for the smell?" he asked, raising one eyebrow as he took a sip of water. He noticed a small gray piece of something float into his drink, and he frowned. That looks like.....ash? he thought, before realizing. He quickly ran his hands through his hair making sure he did it over the sink, and a whole layer of ash came out of his hair. He blinked, looking annoyed. I looked like that this whole time..... he thought, and went back to leaning on the counter, still only partially awake. That is, until Nat came in and hopped up on the counter he was leaning on to his right. That shocked him awake, as he didn't even notice her come in. "Yeah, morning." he said after hearing her greeting. He made sure not to get any ash from his hair in her smoothie. He was fairly certain she wouldn't thank him for that. |
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Kline-22-Trans Male-M: group in kitchen, Rowan, Tori - Kline chuckled and stuck out his tongue at Rowan's joking words about not sharing his height. He lifted his head up trying to seem stuck up as he said "I can assure you young man that it tastes ten times worse then it smells But how else am I supposed to grow the long luscious lumberjack beard of my dreams? Seriously you'd think being a werewolf would be enough to make growing hair as easy a breathing but apparently I'm not meant to have more then this patchy mess on my face." He ended his small rant with a huff of annoyance before pouring himself another cup of coffee loaded with sugar as he nodded a greeting towards luna and Natasha. Some people probably thought coffee and sugar was the last thing the already hyperactive man needed but he refused to be denied his daily dose of caffeine and diabetes. He moved so he was out of the way of everyone else and leaned against the counter, drumming his fingers and tapping his foot to the best of an imaginary song as he smiled almost sickeningly sweet towards tori and said "hey tor is the food almost done? I need my breakfast before I go pick up where I left off yesterday in my training but I'm getting a bit antsy just standing here waiting." He chuckled apologeticly as he knew his restlessness was his own problem but he really did want to just quickly eat and get back to working out even if his muscles felt like jelly already. |
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Tori & Carson O'Connor | Werewolf | Hunter & Medic | Mentions: Kari, Rowan, Hope, Raven, Kline, Luna, Natasha, and Carson. Tori looked over hearing her friend's greeting and annoyance flicked through her features noticing his wounds. She had stayed up later waiting for him to return, though she wouldn't admit as she was sitting in the window of her room keeping an eye out. It seemed that as soon as the alpha was awake, everyone else had awoken and made their way into the kitchen. She pulled out a couple of plates from the oven that held the made items and looked at everyone. "First off, it looks like a few of us had a rough night last night so this is just a little pick me up. Plus I haven't cooked in a while and was craving french toast." "There shouldn't be a reason for your craving..." The deep sleep filled voice of her older brother retorted as he also joined in with the group standing around his sister. The glare that was thrown in his direction earned a chuckle from him as he stretched looking around at the others. "Good morning everyone. Also" His eyes looked over at Kari and he raised an eyebrow. "do stop by the med room if you need a quick injury mended. Carson had his hair tied back in a low pony while wearing a pair of black sweat pants and a dark grey t-shirt. He moved over to stand by Kari and folded his arms as he waited and watched his sister as she situated the filled plates so that the others could get the food. "Some is ready now. Those that want to eat come and get it." An eyebrow raised as she watched Rowan seem to fill the sink with ash from his hair and a quiet snort left her before she returned to cooking. She knew she would be cleaning it up while everyone was eating. Carson nudged Kari lightly before speaking in a tone just for the two of them. "How bad was it last night?" Being the medic of course it was his first concern to worry about the alpha and also he was partially digging to see if any of the others had to worry about being attacked while in town. Even though Carson looked as though he would easily intimidate most of his opponents, the man preferred to use words instead of his fists. Though sometimes those worked better. It wasn't much longer before Tori was finishing with the last little bits of bacon and toast before she began cleaning the sink and washing the dishes she had used. Her mind focusing on the dishes before her and not the fact that it seemed the others were joking about Kari getting into fights. It was one thing that always concerned her about her friend. Of course she had been involved in a few of the fights alongside him but when he was alone she always worried a bit more. |
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Luna S. Bartley | Werewolf | Female | 19 | Hunter | Mentions: Rowan and Tori Before Luna could take a drink of her orange juice, she replied, "Well, the smell is good. It smells earthy in a way. I greatly appreciate the smell of fresh grounds in the morning." Luna said, putting on a serious face. "As for the coffee's taste itself, yuck. It is strong and tastes nothing more than a pile of dirt." Luna finished, taking a sip of her orange juice. Luna smiled at the taste that made her feel more awake. Hearing Tori then exclaim that food is ready, Luna jumped through all her pack-mates and grabbed a plate before they were all taken. "Thanks, Tori!" Luna called as she opened the door. Luna didn't like to sit inside when she could eat outside and enjoy nature. She walked over to the now burnt-out fire pit and sat on the ground about 7 feet away. The smell of smoke and ash was weird. It made Luna think of forest fires that could easily burn a forest down. But it also made her think of campfires and fire from the stovetop when food had been burnt. She liked the after-smell of fire. It smelled good, but not as good as the french toast. It was delicious and cooked perfectly. Luna was glad that she'd grabbed a plate first. In a few hours, she was going on her two-and-a-half-mile run and she'd need the energy. She'd hopefully be back by lunch. Knowing herself, she would be back around lunchtime or just after. Trying not to think of running, Luna sighed as she looked around noticing that no one else was outside. Maybe after everyone gets their plates, they'd come outside too. Even if they didn't, Luna liked enjoying nature just as much by herself as she did with a group. |
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Zane Felix | Hunter | M | Werewolf | M: Rowan, Tori, Carson, Ikaris, Kline, Natasha An alarm clock went off and a hand groped for it. He missed the first time before finding it to turn it off. Zane would have gone back to sleep if it had not been for the scent of food wafting into his room. He opened an eye groggily before breathing in. Mmmm french toast and bacon. Zane rolled over, pushing himself into a sitting position before yawning.
Zane was not a morning person. He would rather sleep in all morning and go hunting at dusk. It was so much more fun that way anyhow. Scratching his head, he heaved himself out of bed. He had better get downstairs before the food was gone. Quickly going to take a shower, he dressed in jeans and a casual shirt. He was never fancy, no real reason for it when it was just the pack.
Securing his lucky ring necklace around his neck, he quickly hurried down the stairs, barely missing Ikaris who was standing by the fridge. Zane blinked once at him, noting the bruises but didn't say anything. Instead, he said, "Good morning. How is everyone this morning?" He noticed the plates of food being passed around. Kline, Rowan and Natasha was leaning on the counters, Natasha had a nice looking smoothie.
However, Zane went over to the orange juice and poured himself a glass. He didn't understand those who liked coffee but he could see various drinks around. That was normal for them though, everyone liked something different. Grabbing a plate, he said cheerfully, "Thank you Tori for making breakfast." He took his took his plate to the table before digging in. A few minutes later he was finished. He must have been hungrier than he had thought.
Getting up, he put the dish into the sink before grabbing a towel. He didn't have to go out hunting until the rest of the hunting party started out, so mornings was helping out around the house. Tori looked a bit more worried than usual. A glance at his alpha made him understand. Zane could understand why some of the werewolves fought but he didn't like the violence. Sure, words that held violence was fine, all bark no bite. As a hunter, he should be more in the bite part but he didn't like unnecessary violence.
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☾ Ikaris V. Ravik ☽
"Kari" ⋆ "V"
Alpha male ⋆ 25 ⋆ Mentions: Tori, Raven, Carson. Vaguely mentions others
It didn't take long for the other pack members to find their way to the kitchen, which made Ikaris bite his tongue to hold back a comment he was going to make. In all honesty, he was going to apologize to Tori for last night. He knew it didn't make her feel good to see him good one day and bruised the next. Kari knew he was selfish for purposely getting into fights, which in turn made some of the pack members uneasy. He wouldn't doubt that at least one person wanted him to step down from being the alpha. He was reckless at times, and that would be the last thing you'd think an alpha would be.
Upon seeing the others take their spots in the kitchen, Ikaris muttered a good morning to them, just loud enough for them to hear it if they wanted to. When Raven spoke to him he offered a small shrug as he softly responded, "I think you know the answer to that already." Mindlessly rubbing a thumb over his knuckles he smiled, "So much worse." Taking another drink of his coffee the alpha sighed and bit the inside of his cheek as he watched everyone else interact. He hadn't even heard Carson speaking to him until he stood beside him. Staring at the bottled coffee in his hand, Ikaris began to think about what had dragged him out to the bar last night. Before he could get the answer, a nudge brought him back to the moment. Looking to Carson Kari pursed his lips, "Not that bad. The guy had his friend with him... all they wanted was to kick my ass, payback really."
Looking over to the food Ikaris huffed. Normally he'd take some bacon, but this morning his appetite was completely shot. It made him happy to Luna grab a plate and eagerly head outside to eat. As long as the pack was able to get some food this morning, he'd be happy. Closing his coffee Ikaris reached back into the fridge and sat it next to his other bottles before he grabbed a different drink and closed the door to the fridge. Keeping the drink tucked at his side, the alpha walked passed Carson and tapped the counter as neared Tori, "If anyone needs me I'll be outside."
Rather than walking to the balcony out front, Ikaris made his way to the back side of the house. If anyone had gone outside this way, he was unaware of it. Sliding the glass door open, Kari stepped onto the back patio. Resting a hand on his side the grown man winced. Last night's brawl had been petty. Ikaris remembered what had happened, for the most part. A few minutes into the fight the man and his friend had managed to knock Kari to the floor. He was surprised and the initial impact he made with the wooden floor stole his breath; and before he could catch his breath and make his next move, they were already making their move.
Ikaris had always hated it when someone caught him off guard, but this time they humiliated him. Not once had the alpha found himself on the floor with someone kicking his side. That was something he had only seen in shitty movies. Granted he did get back up and throw some more punches, he was far from the winner of that fight. He didn't want to tell anyone that though. It was bad enough that he got into fights, but picking one and losing it seemed worse.
Twisting the cap off of the bottle, Ikaris took a drink. The familiar burn in his throat and warmth in his belly calmed him, "Dammit." He had no reason to drink this early, but he didn't have any intentions to get himself intoxicated. One drink to make him feel better, then he'd hit the gym and figure out the rest of his day from there. |
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