Post by Slaine O'Harra on Jun 14, 2013 21:39:18 GMT -5
SLAINE O'HARRA.
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She had been running for what seemed like forever. This was apart of her extensive training, long distance pack hunts. Sometimes they ran and other times they took short breaks to take a quick breather. The pack wasn't too big There were only six of them. She has become the more recent addition. She had met Erina and Jacobi on her first day in the house. She smiled as she ran next to the girl who had practically become her sister. Next in line was Vearo. He was the one who had turned her in a pain induced panic. The beta of the pack was Connor, she hadn't had much communication with him. And lastly was Zackson, the pack leader. All of the males in the group were visibly muscular. But Zackson was the more noticeable of them all.
She was thankful for the small pack. But they were nothing in comparison to the O'Connell mob. A group of werewolves who could destroy this small family. They often avoided contact or confrontation with them, in fear of loosing their lives. Until then, they live as a small pack, hunt as a small pack and they will live in fear as a small pack. In fact Vearo had gotten into much trouble for turning her, they didn't want the pack to grow. Her joining was very unexpected.
While all of this processed in her mind, she hadn't noticed how far they had gotten. The group finally decided to stop for a rest. Erina sat down next to her, "how are you doing, Slaine?" she smiled. She huffed out a large breath, "well, I'm still here, aren't I?" the two giggled. She was thankful to have Erina with her. They matched in both age and gender, fifteen and female. Vearo and Jacobi came up to them, "how are you doing, pup?" Vearo asked. She smiled, "better than I thought, I didn't think I would be able to last this long"
"We;; you're doing good, pup" he smiled at her and she she blushed lightly. Vearo was older than her, but she always got flustered around him.
The relaxation quickly dispersed, "move, move, move!" Zacksons voice rang through their heads. This must be the pack speak she had been told about. The confused anthropomorphic creatures rose sharply to their paws and began sprinting. "Zackson, what's going on?!" Jacobi demanded. "He scented some hunters, now keep moving!" Connor replied, keeping close to Zackson. No one questioned the order. "If they're persistent enough, they'll follow for a while. Don't stop for anything!" the pack leader added on.
They ran and ran, their paws ached and their lungs burned. Then, when they thought it was clear. A scream rang out from the back of the pack. The werewolves turned, "Erina!" she screamed. A silver arrow had been shot and pierced the chest of pack mate that was practically a sister to her. The werewolf shifted back into her usual human form. Jacobi turned and ran to her, and she followed after him. Erina smiled as Jacobi scooped her up in his arms. "It was fun while it lasted..." she coughed, blood came up "Slaine... take this... please..." she pulled the white gold chain off of her neck. Her crystal was attached to it. "But... Erina..."
"Take it... keep moving... or they can get you too..." in between every other word she took in heavy breaths. Zackson and Connor danced on their paws, "hurry up guys, they're close..." he promptly reminded. He knew it was a hard time for their recently fallen comrade, but they still had to keep moving. Erina smiled and put the chain around her neck. "Watch over her, Jacobi..." he nodded. "Now, go!" she demanded. He gently set her down. Then with heavy hearts, they ran as far and as fast as they could.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
She woke up in a hot sweat, heavily breathing, She sat up and brought her knees up to her chest and quoetly cried for a few long minutes. Often times, she had this dream, it was vivid and detailed. What made her cry harder, is that it was't a dream. It was a horrible memory that haunted her. She wiped her eyes and grabbed onto the crystal around her neck. "Oh, Erina..." she whispered. The incident had occurred seven years ago, but it still came to her every other night. ""Ig you can hear me, Erina... I miss you...." she never knew what spirits were listening in on her. It all depended if the spirit would want their presence to be known.
After a long night of knowing she wouldn't be going back to sleep. She sat on her windowsill for the rest of the night. After living with this family eight years ago. She had drastically changed her appearance since joining them. Her scar was the first thing that changed. Being a werewolf gave her the ability to regenerate and heal herself. Next that changed was her hair. It went from being blonde to keeping it at a dark red. She didn't want it any other way. She wanted to stay away from her old appearance as much as possible. Her hair had grown long since them. She left it long, instead of having her hair be short and curly. She smiled at the window reflection. She loved who she had become now. She had so much to be thankful for, but that ugly scar was on the top of her list.
The sun began to peak up over the mountain. Her pale skin reflected the sunlight. Since becoming a member of this werewolf family, being nude while at home was a natural thing. It use to bother her when she first moved there, seeing male parts most of the day. But she had grown far use to it. She enjoyed the fact that clothing was optional to her now, it was a silly freedom. But one she enjoyed. "Hey pup, you coming down for breakfast?" a male voice had entered the room. She turned, it was Jacobi. He was leaning on her door frame. His dark brown hair a mess and missing as much clothing as her. She nodded, "I'll be down in a minute, thank you" he nodded and her on her own. She got off the windowsill and made her way down stairs to begin her day.
After a rather civil breakfast of sitting around the large dining room table, the pack went on to do their own separate daily chores. Jacobi and Vearo went on a hunt for tonights dinner. Connor and Zackson went over daily duties of planning for future hunts and evasion plans. Her daily chore was to go into town for little things they needed around home. She dressed herself to look presentable for public. A navy blue shirt and cream colored knee-length skirt. Her long red hair tumbled over her shoulders in thick locks. Her crystal necklace sat in the middle of her hardly developed chest. This outfit was typical for her. After all, living in a home that didn't require clothes half the time prompted her to only have few sets of different outfits.
Her way into town was quiet. She always kept to herself and traveled quick and brisk. Avoiding strangers that came close to her path. As she made her way into town, she made a slight detour into the neighborhood. She had stopped in front of the home with several old cracks on the stone steps. The house had been abandoned for five years now. A flyer had brushed past her feet. She picked it up and her eyes began to tear. It was a missing poster from the day she had left. "October 16th..." she whispered as she read the paper. Her picture was on it. Her original blonde hair... That ugly scar. She folded the paper up and put it into her pocket and continued making her way into town. "Besides... I'm getting off course..." it was her excuse to keep her moving from sobbing on the old stone steps.
First stop on her list was the local market, "medical supply must be low again" she muttered under he breath, "I'll have to make this quick... the weaponry shop is only open for a short time... I need to get there to pick up orders for Connor and Vearo..." thoughts running through her head, which were actually forming sentences. She hurried to the medical supply isle. Not expecting a force to be in her way. She ran into a figure who had decided to stop in the middle of the damn isle. Unfortunately for this girl, her human form didn't offer her much grounding. She found herself being knocked on the ground for something that was completely her fault. Her frail physique had her swearing under her breath. She picked herself up and dusted off her rump from the floor dust. "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there... I was in such a hurry I wasn't really paying attention". She knew her next question was pointless, "are you okay? Did I hurt you?" now, actually saying it, she felt stupid.
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Character thoughts;; UGH. Stupid, stupid!
My thoughts;; YAY. HELLO EVERYONE. I'M HAPPY TO BE HERE.
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