BlackMagicSonata (10:06:06 PM): ||This place... It once was the area where he could sit happily nestled between the pack's collective arms, more importantly, he used to love and desire being caught between Ash, Silent, Harry, all of the people that he'd cared for. "Come," he said, "join us." And now, it was a look of sheer angst and pain that stayed him from even thinking about getting close to Ash or Silent again. The Ghost Wolf harmed his parents deeply... Why couldn't he understand himself? Beyond his "best reasoning," he had arrived to the pack house. What was odd, he didn't even realize that he still had a set of keys on him that belonged to the place. Setting a pace towards the door, the metalic surfaces shook in fear, quaking underneath the overwhelmed mind... It felt as though his presence here unhallowed the pack grounds. Something about him brought a line of corruption trailing behind his back. A sigh of tedium escaped his mouth. In he went, descendant of anarchy and lust into the wolve's den to be judged by primal jurors. His scent still flooded the halls, if not dimly. Vinny's scent replaced that, more importantly, his room was no t his own anymore. His heart jumped a few beats before it finally settled back into his chest. Sirus positioned his head towards the couch that had housed his form so many times while he sat alone, watching Animal Planet while yappi ng up a storm like some damn lunatic at animals he could never catch, a few harmonized steps brought him over to the sprawling seats. Of course he shut the door behind him, and down he went, wallowing in silence until the hammer dropped down upon his skull.|| -d- LunaExecration (10:17:10 PM): A while ago she left Bronze Cauldron and came home to the pack house on her Harley. Her baby parked within minutes she was coaxed in a game of tag. So currently she was inleaning against a birch and her hand covering her mouth. She left her boots at the house, she should have shifted it would have been easier. Sliding down on a crouch, she was good at hiding for the black of her tank and leatherpants helped it was the creamy white of her exposed skin that was the fall. Ears twitched and ambers bled to a glowing golden color....prey? Ash. He was it and barefeet moved along the forest ground as quietly as she could to make it to the next birch and listened closely. making less movement as possible. crouching and a move to the next tree only damnit! she snapped a twig...crippppps! She stayed crouched against the trunk. Damn hopefully that didn't blow her cover..-d
ViAshesToAshesiV (10:21:31 PM): Hands were soft against Evies upper arms as he made her stand still, leaning in so that his lips brushed her ears. A hand lifted to cover her eyes a moment as he whispered in a voice almost inhumanly low. "Stay here and listen" Thenit was as though he melded into the night, disappeared among the trees and left her there. Though Evie wa snever alone on pack lands. She was it in this game of tag, but since she lacked their senses he would draw the prey towards her. Circling in the woods he smelled Silent a ways off and then crack he heard that twig and rushed towards it, no sound, no sound...his feet were utterly silent as he ran and Solana would know nothing until his pale form leapt from the darkness and gave chase, herding her towards Evie. When the little vargamour came into site he swerved forcing Solana closer. "NOW!" Shouted as they drew close. (end)
Aharrycanyon (10:26:46 PM): -:Inside the packhouse he was brewing up some of his Memphis special maragritas with three parts tequila and one part lime, hard enough to knock you on your ass. It was easy to see though that he was distracted. His white-blue wolf eyes kept glancing towards the digital read out on the kitchen clock. Dakota was off work soon and he couldn't wait to get her all liquored up and...well that was about as far as his planning went. Lynard Skynard played on the stereo and he called up the stairs:- "LYRIC! Songbird, you home? Com on in here and taste test this for me!" -:Memphis was already laughing knowing she would find it strong and at the same time yummy. Then the front door opened and it was like a ghost walked in (I think):- Sirus, what the fuck man. You forget how to knock out there in the wide world?" -d
An Irish Lyric (10:32:00 PM): -Lyric had been mumbling something on the phone with her mama for the past ten minutes. "Nothin' Mama! No they...No...!" The sound of Harry's wale, made her jump. "Ah gotta go! Ah gottaa goo woman!" And before her Mama could get another word in, she closed the cell phone and was bouncing out of the room to the stairs. The house needed a third floor, too many people. Even if she didn't mind sharing her room with Cypress, still, it was so crowded. "Comin!!" Socked feet took the stairs, jiggling her apple bottom in a set of Ash's silky black boxers, and one of the random wife beater shirts that belonged to Harry. Not that Lyric would purposefully go into the man's room and steal his clothes. No, she stole them right from the dryer. Semi-braided hair was pushed back in a messy bun. Mocha latte hand already reaching for the glass. The lime was none existent. "Harry...! Ya tryin' ta give someone alcohol poisonin?" Which was right about the time Sirus strolled in and she took a step closer to Harry, unsure if Ash knew. Though, her drink was being sipped and she would not relinquish the glass.- bIack cadillacs (10:29:55 PM): It had been years since Evie had played tag. Hell, since she'd played any games, really. It was stupid, that she could find herself so giddy. Evie was fighting giggles, and this girl did not giggle. Nodding to Ash, Evie waited in silence, trying not to let the dark get to her. It was one thing she'd come to realize: being alone in the dark was .. spooky. She was playing a child's game, so why not subscribe to a child's fear? The adrenaline pumped in her earsand she found her hands sweating beneath her gloves. It was just a game of tag, and yet she was strung as tightly as a violin. When she heard Ash's voice bellowing now, and could see one of the pack members in sight, Evie sprang with all of the agility of a drunk spider monkey, yelping with her hands extended, "TAGYOU'REIT!" One word, three syllables. She ended up partly colliding with the woman, a maniacal laugh bubbling from her. This would have been Evie when she was younger, if she'd had a chance to act her age. There was an innocent exuberance about her, as if she didn't surround herself with death and murder for money. For now, in this moment, she was just some kid playing a game in the woods. It was fun. "I got you! I so got you!" She would have claimed the same, whether she'd gotten the girl or not. It was part of the game, wasn't it? Arguing about who won.