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[abandoned.]

[[lol I wanna pair up with someone ;~; *flits about* Let's get Ally squared away first. I think I wanna leave Elias single...I dunno xD

I need to get his wolf pci...crud.]]

[Annwyn]

{{Okay, I'm finally finished with my guy. He's not very detailed like my girl is but I might add some more stuff later as I think of it. x3 So abandoned., if you want you can pair Ally with my guy, it's totally up to you though. c:}}

[Hobo!]

{{ Major Wip x-x I need to finish Note's looks and start on my girl. I just need some sleep. THey'll both be finished by tomorrow afternoon.
My post layout got all wonky for some reason ;-; Sorry it's not as pretty as I hoped }}
{{ New :: Her name, age and gender is finished. I'm going to do her personality and history and looks along with Note's looks now, but I wanted to make sure you could get Starla up on the front page ^^ }}

{{ Hey! Guess what? None of these pictures belong to me. All of them are to their respective owners. THankyou ^^ }}

Holy Red-Knit sweaters, batman!
My name is ;;Aiden Jacob Noterelle Not really a very special name, according to the boy. Quite boring, in fact. Aiden was so common, so normal, average. Something insanely typical. So, of course, Aiden has decided he would go by his last name instead. Note, to be exact; Noterelle isn't the most manly of names, even if it is just a nick-of-a-name.

Note is obviously a large advocate for nicknames, and tends to use them more often than not. He really, truly does just enjoy them. Maybe it's the fact that it's the out of the ordinary kind of thing he has always craved, maybe it's that he likes ot have somethign he makes start to stick, or maybe it's for no real reason at all. You'd have to ask Note, but honestly, he probably wouldn't give you any more of an answer than this, either.
His motives tend to blur.
His middle name is his father's first, of course. The man wanted his son to carry the Jacob legacy, whatever that would come to, considering they lived in one of the smallest towns Note could possibly imagine. But, oh well. The ideas and trials of hi sather aren't any of Note's concern, so he would much rather dwell on the fact that Jacob was the number one most popular name since 1999. How horribly normal.
Notelle, Note's preferred contact, is of course his last name. The name came from a small country village-type area in France with his Great-Great grandfather being the real start of it all. He worked on a small vineyard with his family, until he packed up his meagre belongings when he was 21, and moved on to America. There, he met Note's great-great grandmother, and, well, the rest is history.
My gender is ;; Oh, so debatable Yeah-no. Note is 100% male, and he is very displeased you had to ask. I mean, honey, look at those cheek bones. Have you seen those cheek bones on a chick? No, I doubt it. Not to mention his impecable taste in clothing. Shown by his multitude of glasses, which not even he knows where some of them came, and taste in red-knit sweaters. He's as manly as manly can get. Bro.
My age is ;; But a number.. For real, though, 18 Finally is the word that would always play in Note's head. Now that he was eighteen, the end to a lot of things was here. The end of high school in New York, finally, which meant he could,legally, be away from his alcoholic mother and finally choose to stay with his father in the small town and finish his senior year in peace. It meant he could get a job with longer hours, to save up for college, it also meant he could get married, but he was having none of that, thank you very much. But still. 18 is the end of childhood, the start of a long bumpy road into the scary world of adulthood, even though he was getting it easy for the first year or two, it didn't make the facts any less loud, or mortally terrifying.

My personality is ;; Quite interesting, really. Note is a... Very...different guy. He isn't really your average male specimen, and the funny thing is, he's completely okay with that. Actually, more than okay. He's ecstatic about the fact he's kind of odd. Yes, fine. You could call Note a 'hipster'. But, really, he just strives to be different because it sets him aside, not because of some new fad. He does it for the pure fact that he gets to have his own identity,
Lolz
and won't be like somebody else just because society thinks he should be.
A strange thought process, you say? Well, you obviously haven't seen the half of it.
He loves to be the first to try something, to make something. He loves to change things around to make them something better, more interesting and stunning. Of course, his constant need for change can be a problem with friends. It's not that he needs new people to be around all the time, quite the contrary, actually, he's just very hard to keep entertained. If you agree to hang out with him or go on a date, you should expect a full schedule of random events piled together to make the night fun, a constant whir of excitement. A relationship with him really is make it or break it.
Note is a very sociable guy, but he tends to stay with people he knows are more like himself than others. He's not very accepting of people that differ from him in social standings, and sometimes even just little, nit-picky things that only he can notice. He tends to stick around the more artsy group in highschool, of course enjoying art, but also because they seemed to be the most down-to-Earth kind of people. If somebody is in art in their senior or junior year, it usually meant they were the kind of person that loved what it was. They could get lost in a piece, but also have a good conversation with you when they're done. Note 100% loved, and respected that, especially because he could do it himself.
Speaking of his artsy side, Note is incredible with pencil. He's that guy that always has graphite smudging his fingers, has a full-on, every type of shade pencil lurking in his back pack, colored pencils in their proper places in a box, all color coated of course. He loved to sketch and draw, create and envision something new. The sole act of drawing was something he tended to get lost in, leaving the world for a bit to stay with his drawing utensils and paper, making sure to, not only create, but re-create. One of the best things in drawing was the latter. He loves to give himself little tests and challenges, seeing how fast he can draw somebody's face accurately, if he can sketch that bird before it takes off. He usually wins the bets he makes with himself.
Note loves competition. He tends to make little bets here and there often, usually on the most random things you can think when it happens. Yet, when he loses, he never takes it well. Even in those moments right after the bet, the game, or the contest of which he lost, he thinks of how he could improve, always trying to make himself better, so next time he would secure his win. It was his way of dealing with loss, even if it wasn't always the most healthy.
My history is ;; In between. When I say in between, I mean that Note's life was'n' extremely horrid, or extremely amazing. Yet, it wasn't average, either. And this time it wasn't his choice to have his life a little out of the ordinary.
His parents got a divorce when he was ten. The relief it brought to him was sickening, in some people's eyes. The way he was so eerily calm about the whole thing, the way he wasn't blaming anybody, being upset, not going to school.. No way of mourning was happening on Note's part. But the young boy had a reason. He was tired of listening to his parents exchange screams, seeing who could be louder when he tried to sleep. Tired of having hi smother come into his room, mascara leaking down her cheeks with her tears, sitting on his bed and stroking his hair somberly and feeding him the lies that eventually made him detest his father.
He was ready to be rid of all of that. Until his father moved out.
As soon as the man had lost his court debate with Note's mother, he took off, him and his online business, to the small town of Paradise Falls, Maine. At first, it was just as Note had hoped. Him and his mom were closer than ever, spending eveyr moment together, going to the park, the zoo, anything to keep him occupied.
Then, his mother got her boyfriend.
Everything spiraled out of control quickly. And when I say quickly, I mean within the month quickly. About half a year after the divorce, Note's mother had taken up a new relationship. Then they broke up. The she took on another relationship... This cycle repeated itself over and over, each time his mother's fear of commitment, and need to drink raising greatly each time she had a breakup, messy or not.
The woman Note had previously worshipped was now a mess. A shadow of her old self, relying on the temporary comforts of boyfriends and booze. Her son was quickly erased from her life, and Note had counted the days until he could go back to his dad, whom he had called after her third distasteful ended relationship.
And finally, he was here.. Here, fulltime that is. He would come and stay with his father during the cool Maine summers, and show up for Christmas every other year. He also came here for the majority of Middle School, when his mother was in rehab for her drinking issue. It was the time him and his dad finally got to learn about each other, and make Note really want to stay with his dad fulltime. But of course, his mother won the custody battle again, somehow.. But, in seventh grade, the first of the two years he would stay for middle school, is the time when he met his closets friend, Anestesia.
My relationship status is ;; Free as a bird Hey, he's not complaining about being single. But to be completely honest, he would be elated to have a girlfriend. He would love to have somebody to be there for him, and him for her, somebody to text cute little hearts and emoticons and such. He's a lame guy, but Note is completely okay with the fact.

My looks ;; Hurp Derp


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My name is .:. Starla Mai Esposito Starla finds her name to be quite nice. It was popular in the 60's, the time of radical change and relaxation. The decade where so many taboos were lifted and made better. And that's what Starla sees her name as. It was given to her by her grandmother, in Italy. She can't remember the place, she was brought to Paradise falls when she was young, about seven months. But she did learn what her last name meant, even though she didn't know a word of italian. The word stood for 'exposed.' The name, long ago, was usually given to orphans, when they were found with no last name. Although her grandmother took her in when she was young, about 2 months, the woman deemed it a name to be kept.
Mai, a middle name she never found the origin of, is something she usually passes over. Very few people are really aware of the middle name, so she decides to pass it over as well, a small detail to her that isn't important to everyday life.
And I'm a Wolf
My gender is .:. Very much female
of course she is a lady! Her red lipstick and use of eyeliner didn't give it away? Well.. If that didn't, what about her lovely black hair she wears in a new style constantly? No? Oh, well then. Yeah, she's most definitely female.
My age is .:. 17 Supposedly she was born on November 13th, a day that is considered quite unlucky every once in a while, when it happened to be a Friday on her birthday. She hasn't had any particularly bad birthdays, though, even though some of them had been on the dreaded Friday the 13th.

My personality is .:. More shy than not. Although she is part of the pack, and constantly surrounded by people she's known since she was eleven, she's still quite reserved, and not the most talkative of the group. She tends to be a very private person, keeping to herself, not being the one to spill all her secrets to anybody that will listen. She is that girl that follows the 'don't speak until spoken to' rule, not very good at starting conversations or keeping them on.
Speaking of her conversation skill, the only way she knows how to keep a real conversation is asking a multitude of questions. This is a strategy she only pulls out when she really has no idea what else to say to keep you around. They are never personal, mostly little questions to see if you have anything in common, or just to find something out about the person that's new. Lik, what's you favorite book? Your best day? Etcetera.
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She's not afraid of people, or anything. She would rather just stay in her own company, read a book, listen to music. Her two favorite past times, actually. It is much too easy for her to get lost in a good playlist, or a good book. So, if you're getting unusually ignored by her when you try and start up a little chat, check to see if she has her large, sea foam green headphones on, or if there's a book in her hands. She tends to block out reality and substitute it for her own world while she's doing the two things she loves the most.
Of course, her shyness is prominent, but there is a sweeter side to her. Starla, although quiet, can be a really great friend. A person who likes to listen to others, a playful spirit dancing behind the wall she puts up around herself. The sid eof her previously mentioned is easiest to see when she doesn't know you're there. When nobody's around, Starla let's go. She'll usually close her bedroom door and turn her music up, using her hairbrush as a microphone, her floor a stage for her to hop and dance on, her bed, desk and chair an audience.
Her imagination is vivid, thanks to the constant stream of books she reads and music she memorizes. You can usually catch her staring wistfully out of the classroom window during a boring session, her eyes a bit blurry as she imagines an alternate reality that she can escape to, where her life's playlist is on repeat, she goes on adventures through the water streets of Venice, Italy, climbing the smoky mountains. Doing all of the things she will probably never be able to do.
Her adventurous spirit sticks right next to the playful one and imagination. Walled in. Sure, she'll usually go off in the woods, find a good tree and climb. She'll go to places she's never been before, even though she's been everywhere in town. But, really, Starla dreams of travel. She wants to see the world, explore and live. The bad thing, though, is that she's given up on it. She knows that it can't happen. She's a werewolf, she has to stay with the pack. The last thing she wants is to be a cast away, somebody that is rejected by those she loves. She is to stay here, despite her inner wishes.
My history is .:. She was orphaned in Venice, Italy... Sounds super dramatic, right? Well, not exactly. Her parents both died at the hand of a drunk driver when she was only two months old, leaving the little girl to the care of her grandmother. The woman took her son's daughter in, but not being extremely ecstatic about it. The woman was getting ready to move from her small town home in Europe to a quaint little cottage-type hom ein a small Maine town. It wasn't exactly her plan to bring a two month old on the escapade with her.
The older woman gave her grand daughter her last name when they moved to the states, getting the baby to be an American citizen instead of Italian. They ultimatly arrived in Paradise falls when she was seven months.
Of course, Starla doesn't remember ny of this. She only heard the vauge stories from her grandmother, the little blibs about how her parents fell in love, how they ended up with her, and finally how they were taken from the little girl.
Living wiht her grandmother wasn't terrible. The woman cared for her, gave her what she needed, but Starla wished she still lived in Venice. She always wished she still had her mommy and daddy. But that would never happen. And soon enough, the girl would have another run in with death that would shake up her world.
She was ten years old. It was a hot summer day, and she was out playing with a little boy that lived across the street when she heard the siren. She said bye to her friend, then quickly went to her home, to seek comfort from her grandmother. Sirens had always been a fear of hers. But then, as she was about to open the door, the sirens came to a halt. In front of her home. Her and her grandmother's humble little cottage was now holding an ambulance. The men in the car quickly came out with a stretcher, ignorong the screaming girl as they picked up her grandmother's dead body. She had fallen down the stairs while Starla was gone.
Starla went through life in a blur for the next few days. A social worker came, but she was numb to the proding and questions. She was alone in a big world, now. One night, while she was supposed ot be asleep in her small white, much too sterile bed in the home of the socail worker, she snuck out. She went into the woods, ignoring the dark, the cold and her hurt. But of course, her ignoring of those facts made her run into a wolf. A scary, big wolf that was in the woods around Paradise falls. She almost screamed. But then, somethign amazing happened. He changed. Rapidly. Into a human.
Starla will never forget that night. Not only did she learn what a werewolf was, but she became a werewolf herself that very night.
My human looks are .:. Change often Starla tends to change her looks often. She likes to dye her hair, or give herself highlights with cheap dye from the drugstore. Right now, she's kept it the same color since early in the summer. It's her natural color, but with a reddish glint to it when she steps into the sun. It's about mid-neck length, but she usually wears it up some way, so it never goes down past her chin.
She does have piercings. She has a single piercing on her ears, and she'll always wear a pair of ear rings, even if they're exactly the same for two weeks. But she always makes sure to have them in. She also has a lip piercing, and she keeps the little ring in almost constantly, but she is able to take it out, and she'll do so when she needs to.
Her usual outfits consist of jeans, jeans, and more jeans. The only pants she really feels comfortable in are jeans. Of the long or short variety. Sometimes, when she knows she has a big test that day at school, or she just wants to veg out, she'll slip on an easy pair of sweatpants instead of her usual. The shirts she wears really depend on the day, yet they'll usually be short sleeves. Somedays, the shirts will be plain, just white or gray slim fits. Other days, they could be a graphic teeshirt depicting a pant she particularly enjoyed, or maybe an excerpt from a video game. And finally, some days she'll chose to be a bit more fancy, ruffle tops sometimes makign their way into the mix, as well as blouses and such.

[saorsa-]

{ @ gizmo - whoops nope. I'll change that right away. XP
And what do you mean? Like would human males be bitten and turned? I guess if you guys wanted them to be, you could, I just put the human male slots there to give the female werewolves a human counterpart, if that makes sense. >.< }

{ To any of you who are pairing up Charries, pm me with the couples so I can update the front page. :3 }

{ @ those of you who don't feel like pairing up characters before the roleplay begins - we can always start roleplaying, and then hold a winter formal dance later on in the roleplay if you guys wanted. C; }

{ @ .:Afflicted:. Great! No worries, my guys is significantly less detailed than Hanna too. :3 }

{ @ Hobo! Looks good. I'll update when I'm next on the computer. }

[- drift.]

[[ Whew! Okay, I think I'm finally finished with both of my forms on page four. And, Silver, my male's wolf picture is a link, underneath his human ones. c: ]]

[saorsa-]

{ Whew, okay, I think everything is updated now. c: I just need the name, age and two pics of Hobo!'s girl, and then the character information stuff will be done. Planning on putting up the first post later this afternoon. }

[Dafna]

{{ Kayla and Landon are free if anyone wants them. Oh and I was meant to tell you that Landon's wolf pictures are in the species part of his form c: }}

[saorsa-]

{ Sounds good. Working on Andrew's post now, and then the first post will be up. c: I'll update the front page when I'm finished & you guys can post. }

[saorsa-]

In your ocean, I'm ankle deep,
I feel the waves crashin' on my feet,
It's like I know where I need to be,
But I can't figure out, yeah I can't figure out,

just how much air I will need to breathe,
When your tide rushes over me.
There's only one way to figure out,
Will ya let me drown, will ya let me drown?

Hey now, this is my desire,
Consume me like a fire, 'cause I just want something beautiful,
To touch me, I know that I'm in reach,
'Cause I am down on my knees, I'm waiting for something beautiful,
Oh,Oh,Oh something beautiful,

And the water is risin' quick
And for years I was scared of it
We can't be sure when it will subside
So I won't leave your side, no I can't leave your side

Hey now, this is my desire
Consume me like a fire, 'cause I just want something beautiful
To touch me, I know that I'm in reach
'Cause I am down on my knees, I'm waiting for something beautiful,
Oh, Oh, Oh Something Beautiful,
Oh, Oh, Oh Something Beautiful.

In a daydream, I couldn't live like this
I wouldn't stop until I found something beautiful
When I wake up, and all I want I have,
You know it's still not what i need something beautiful.

Hey now, this is my desire
Consume me like a fire, 'cause I just want something beautiful
To touch me, I know that I'm in reach
'Cause I am down on my knees, I'm waiting for something beautiful
Oh,Oh,Oh something beautiful
Oh,Oh,Oh

нαηηα♥

❝αη∂ ƒσя уєαяѕ ι ωαѕ ѕcαяє∂ σƒ ιт... ❞

It’s just a dream, nothing more, Hanna chided herself, stretched out on her back, under a mound of blankets, staring at the ceiling, but not really seeing it. Instead, she saw the hungry orange flames, licking up the side of her house, charring her home until there was nothing left but ash and a skeleton. Her mother’s screams echoed in her mind, despite the fact that when police finally managed to track Hanna down, her mother was long dead. Almost a year had passed since the fire, but it still haunted her dreams, stalked her sleep. It was rare for her to go a night without dreaming. She’d long ago left behind her New York life, and yes, admittedly, it had been extremely hard at first. Everyone here in this small town seemed to go way back – to them she was just the outsider from the big city. It was strange, she was strange to them. The way she spoke and the way she dressed, her speech and her mannerisms were all odd to them. She stood out, something that was unbearably hard for a girl so used to blending in. Back at Westwood Prep school in the city, she’d been one of many young teens, accustomed to the life of luxury. But here in Paradise Falls, people were used to living without multiple phones and classy cars. Hell, you stood out if you drove a Volvo.

If anything, Hanna made the kids in the woods seem like they fit in. And they did – more so than she did anyways. The kids of Paradise Falls were used to their presence, but she was a foreign object, one to be stared at and made fun of. She wasn’t to be trusted. If Hanna minded – which she did, she refused to show it. This was one girl who was amazingly good at hiding her emotions, something she learned from her lawyer mother. If anything, it was one of the few things she picked up from her parents. They’d never been around Hanna much, too busy with their elite lives and booming jobs to care about the daughter they’d never wanted. But after years of it, Hanna had grown used to eating dinner by herself, tending to congregate towards the maids and other house staff instead of her parents when they actually came home. And as long as she didn’t go off and marry one, or make a spectacle of herself in public, Thomas and Anabel were perfectly fine with it. After all, they didn’t care who she hung out with so long as they were never brought into the public eye because of any relationships Hanna formed. They had reputations to uphold.
Now that they had passed, Hanna was free to be herself, although many characteristics of her old personality still lingered. She was even more of a perfectionist than she had been, struggling to get everything right. She did not understand that it was okay to be imperfect. Her parents had always pushed her to be the best, and when she finally seemed to perfect something, they told her to do better. Their wishes were her commands. She was incredibly hard on herself, and still is. But their passing has also brought about something that Hanna finds herself drowning in – guilt. Yes, this dark-haired beauty has her fair share of secrets, and though she’d probably never tell anyone, she blames herself for the deaths of her parents.

Turning her thoughts away from the fire and the death of her parents, Hanna stared at the circles on the ceiling of her new bedroom. Well, it wasn’t exactly new, but it wasn’t the one she’d grown up in – therefore she labeled it as new. Her mind turned over and over, willing the time to pass faster. If anything it only made the time slow down. It seems as though time works that way – whenever you want it to pass quickly the seconds tick by like hours. Sleep was obviously out of the option – even though it was early, Hanna refused to go back to sleep. After all, she’d been up for almost an hour now, and it was hard for her to fall back asleep after being woken. She glanced around her dark room, trying in vain to make out some of the pictures and posters that plastered her walls.

She had a thing for photography, and especially loved to photograph animals and people – her favorite person to photograph being her boyfriend of eight months, Jayden King. Jayden was, in Hanna’s opinion, one of the best things that had ever happened to her. She was unable to express just how much she loved him, how happy he made her feel. When she was with Jayden it was easy to forget all of her troubles, all of her worries, and most of all, the guilt. Hours with him felt like minutes – there was never enough time in the day to spend with him.

❝ ωє cαη'т вє ѕυяє ωнєη ιт ωιℓℓ ѕυвѕι∂є... ❞

They’d met in the woods in her Great Aunt’s backyard. Hanna had opened the back screen door for half a second too long, allowing Muffin, a surprisingly chubby tabby female cat, to dart out into the woods, in pursuit of some imaginary animal. Annoyed, because she had wanted to head into town to grab a coffee, Hanna scrambled after the cat, calling out Muffin’s name despite the fact that the old cat was half-deaf and probably couldn’t hear her anyways. God only knows where she’s run off to, Hanna thought, growling to herself. The sound was surprisingly animal-like – although it would never sound exactly like that of a dog’s – or a wolf’s for that matter.

Tramping through the woods, dead leaves crunching under the heels of her shoes, Hanna came to the hasty conclusion that the forest was no place for a city girl like her. She was just about to give up and tell her senile old Aunt that Muffin had gone to “kitty heaven” when the devil herself came streaking back through the woods, running right past Hanna, headed for the house. Her tabby fur was fluffed up, ears flat against her head and her tail was puffed up to twice it’s normal size.

Hanna laughed out loud, the sound cutting off as she heard the unmistakable crunch of dead leaves under feet. Eyes wide, she looked up into the face of the boy – quite literally, looked up, because he was quite a few inches taller than she was, but couldn’t seem to stop laughing. Great, I probably look like some freaking maniac. “Sorry,” she chuckled, sounding a bit breathless. Turning she pointed back the way Muffin had run. “It’s just I have never seen that cat move so fast.”Pulling herself out of her memories, Hanna pushed away the covers, a soft smile on her face. Everything had started there. Glancing at the clock, Hanna realized that she still had quite a bit of time left before she had to go to school, but she also knew how long it took her to get ready in the mornings. She moved about her room sluggishly, in spite of the fact that she’d been up for almost two hours now, and her brain was in a frenzy. Hanna undressed – shivering in her Great Aunt’s cold house. The old woman had no concept of the temperature one should set one’s heat at during the fall.

Close to twenty minutes later, Hanna slipped out of the shower, and after toweling herself off she rummaged around until she found her dark skinny jeans and a white wool sweater with a scooped neckline. Not one of her favorites, but she looked good in it, and it was clean. Padding barefoot across the cold wood floors, Hanna retreated back into the bathroom, which was conveniently across the hall from her room to complete her morning routine. Drying her hair, styling her hair, doing her makeup, ect. It was a long process, but one that Hanna enjoyed. By the time she stepped back out of the bathroom, it was 6:22.
Heading down the stairs to the first floor, Hanna tried to move as quietly as possible, so she didn’t wake her old Aunt. Much to her surprise, she found the woman sitting at the kitchen table, gray hair all done up, in a sparkly red dress and black pumps. The old lady was smearing red lipstick over her face, trying to hold the mirror up and put the lipstick on at the same time was obviously proving difficult.

“Going somewhere Auntie?” Hanna asked, trying to hide her shocked smile.

“Mhhmn.” Magdelene nodded. “Got myself a date, I do.”

Shaking her head and biting her lip to avoid the laughter that was threatening to break free, Hanna pulled an apple from the fridge along with a Poptart from the cupboard. Not the most healthy breakfast choice, she knew, but it was quick, it was easy, and besides, she wasn’t sure if she could sit at the table with her Aunt and watch the old lady without bursting into laughter. Besides, the sooner she got to school, the sooner she could see Jayden, feel his arm around her shoulders.
The choice was a no-brainer.

❝ѕσ ι ωση'т ℓєανє уσυя ѕι∂є, ησ ι cαη'т ℓєανє уσυя ѕι∂є. ❞

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I want you to know,
I’m leaving to let you go.
One day we’ll walk upon
Streets of gold.

I don’t remember seeing fear in your eyes,
When you were fading,
The day we said our goodbyes.
It’s easy to say that there’s a reason for this,
Much harder to know,
That what we say is true.

Everything we hold could someday slip away.

I want you to know,
I’m leaving to let you go.
And someday we’ll walk upon
The streets of gold.

Running through your veins was a slow-ticking clock,
Counting down the days,
And no one could make it stop.
All of the time that it takes to figure it out,
Could be the moments
That you can’t live without.

Everything we hold could someday slip away.

I want you to know,
I’m leaving to let you go.
And someday we’ll walk upon
The streets of gold.

αη∂яєω●

⊰ ι ωαηт уσυ тσ кησω, ⊱

Andrew was impossibly tired. He was one of those people that could sleep for hours on end, and wake up still feeling like he could sleep even more. His alarm clock blared, pulling him out of his cherished sleep, back into a world filled with nothing but problems. Stumbling out of bed, he exhaled slowly – feeling more like a wolf than a human, as if the shift was close, a very very bad thing when he had to be at school. Usually, when a member of the pack shifted before being able to go to school, one of the Elders called them off sick. He pulled on a pair of jeans, grabbed them off the floor, inhaling first to make sure they smelled clean. His sense of smell was so strong with the shift so near that he didn’t even need to hold them to his face.

In a zombie-like state he padded silently towards the kitchen, trying to ignore the aching in his bones that premeditated the shift. Coffee would help – it usually did. Coffee was another thing that Andrew loved almost as much as sleep. He could drink up to four steamy cups of the stuff in the morning before school, if time allotted it. With blurry eyes, he glanced at the clock on the wall. Damn. Running late. Oh well. He turned the coffeepot on and punched in the settings for a large sized cup, wincing as the thing bleeped and sputtered loudly. Other pack members were already up and moving about, getting ready, eating, some were even leaving for school. Many of them had their own cars, but some, mostly the younger ones, did not. Those who didn’t usually caught a ride with an older pack member.

At this time in the morning, the house was bustling, and sometimes felt claustrophobic to Andrew – who liked the quiet and large open spaces. If anything, being a wolf suited him more than a human did. As a wolf there was no responsibility, nothing to worry about except for survival. He liked it best that way, a life without worries.

⊰ ι'м ℓєανιηg тσ ℓєт уσυ gσ. ⊱

He’d come from a life that was filled with worries, he’d been drowning in them. He was angry all the time, at his siblings, at his father, for leaving them, at his mother for not being able to see the negatives in things, at the world for seemingly turning against him. The choice offered him a way out. Once you became a werewolf you were forbidden to contact anyone in your old family. To them, he was as good as dead. In fact, they probably thought he was. And although some struggled to leave their families behind, Andrew wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was happy to be away from them. Aside from the pain of the shifts, this life was great.

The coffeepot beeped to let him know that it was all finished. Grabbing a thermos from the cupboard, he poured the half of the coffee into it, and then the other half into an oversized mug. Leaving the thermos on the counter, he didn’t have to worry about the others taking it simply because his name was printed in large block letters on the side, impossible to miss, Andrew grabbed the mug, took a long sip, and headed back upstairs to throw on a shirt, comb his hair and brush his teeth.
The coffee helped, making him more stable in his human form, although he wasn’t exactly sure he would make it through the day. If necessary, he could always ditch during free period, and skip his afternoon classes by feigning sick. The school nurse wasn’t exactly a nurse, but she took minimum wage, and she’d lived in Paradise Falls for most of her life. She was incredibly easy to trick.
Andrew scoffed at the thought of how dopey these small-town people were. He was cunning, quick, and sneaky. Let’s just say he’d stolen more than his fair share of pocket change. Before, he’d lived in Denver, so this small town was quite the change for him, although he quickly grew accustomed to life in Paradise Falls. If someone were to ask him where his home was, he would reply, “Paradise Falls.” Not the most obvious answer, but it really did feel like more of a home than Denver ever had. Home was pack, and pack was home. So long as he was with the others, everything was right.

He pulled a crumpled black V-neck out of his dresser and pulled it over his head, ignoring the numbers on the alarm clock that told him he was perilously late. Whatever. He hated school anyways, and although he was intelligent and received good grades, he would never enjoy it like he enjoyed the forest. Maybe staying home today isn’t such a bad idea, he thought.

No. The Elders would be upset if he stayed home and didn’t shift. He wouldn’t risk their anger. He would obey, for now, anways.


⊰ αη∂ ѕσмє∂αу ωє'ℓℓ ωαℓк υρση тнє ѕтяєєтѕ σƒ gσℓ∂. ⊱

[ God, Andrew's post is so short. ;-; It's amazing how one page on word condenses on here. Sorry guys. >.< ]

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[[I'm late to ask you to pair up with Andrew xD I think I'm gonna leave my characters single. It's just more fun <3 gah. long post. >_< so lazy. i'll read soon]]