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(rank). fighter (location). room/kitchen (mood). grumpy and agitated (tags). Arthur, Natasha, Aiden, Dimidian, Skylar
Judd’s hands turned at the shower faucet, expecting a scolding-hot, cascade of water to drench his shoulders. Instead, ice, cold needles pierced his spine. He let out a low roar in his agitation and grabbed the faucet in a desperate attempt to end the assault of freeing water. “What the hell, man!” he snarled as he glared at his shower. Cautiously, he reached out again and turned it back on. His hand waited and waited for the hot water, but the best he got was a lukewarm disappointment. “Screw this,” he muttered to himself. He grabbed one of his nearby towels, which was starting to smell of mildew, and ran it over his spikey, brown hair. He’d so been looking forward to a hot shower, but it seemed his packmates had a similar idea. “I really need to get a place of my own,” he declared. He hated sharing space with others. Even as a kid, knowing that his older brother was right down the hall made him feel uncomfortable and territorial. After he was bitten, his desire for privacy and his own space got even worse. He wasn’t sure why he’d moved into the pack house, other than the fact that he, well, had no money.
Grumpily, he stomped back into his room and went through his messy drawers, before finding a pair of old, baggy blue jeans. He snatched a wrinkled red t-shirt off the floor, and paired it with his black and white, loosely fitted hoodie. Finally, with his favorite black and red striped beanie, he felt like himself. He crawled back into his messy, unmade bed and called out, “Alexa, play Future!” His speaker system roared to life and started playing his rap music loud enough to make his walls tremble. With a cocky self-satisfied grin, he crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back into his pillows. If his packmates took it upon themselves to use up all the hot water, they’d be getting a rude wake-up call.
He laid in his bed for another good 45 minutes, scrolling through his Twitter newsfeed and rapping along with his music. Judd loves this music; it made him feel powerful. “Jumpman, jumpman, jumpman, them boys up to something!” he echoed, his bad mood almost uplifted. With the full moon coming up tonight, it made him feel grumpier than ever. He wasn’t looking forward to the terrible pain that accompanied the shift, as well as his true, aggressive nature coming out. He didn’t like for his packmates to see him out of control. Occasionally, his wolf would start up a fight, and well, no one liked those.
Finally, he supposed that his packmates had suffered long enough with his obnoxious music. He was getting hungry, too. With a groan, he rolled himself out of bed and shoved his feet in his red, Nike shoes. “Wonder what’ll be goin’ on today,” he mused. He'd heard Samir's truck pulling out early this morning, so he wasn't around to give orders. As he walked out of his room, he was sure to close his door and lock it. He didn’t trust anyone coming near his domain.
He swaggered downstairs and into the kitchen, where Aiden, Natasha, Arthur and Dimidian were all gathered around. His nose flared as the fresh scent of bodywash and conditioner rolled off of Aiden’s body. So it was him. His foul mood returned like a storm cloud, and he stalked up to Aiden, trying to look as threatening as he could in his hoodie and beanie. “Splish, splash, did Aiden take a nice, long hot bath?” he mocked in a sing-song voice. He slammed his fist on the table, making the plates rattle. “Because when I turned on my shower,” he went on his rant, his hands flat on the table as he loomed across the table, “my water was as cold as the stream outside! Thanks for that, buddy,” he said sarcastically.
He glared at the other young male for a few moments before breaking eye-contact and turning around. He threw his hood over his beanie and started stalking through the pantry. “Where the hell is Skylar and Sebastian?” he muttered as he threw aside various boxes of cereal. As the omegas, it was their job to start breakfast. For now, he’d have to settle for his Kellogs Frosted Mint Wheats. However, upon picking up the box, he realized that it was pretty much empty. “Are you freaking kidding me!” he shouted, and he chucked the box violently across the room towards the trashcan. It bounced off the rim and landed on the floor with a dull thud. “Jesus,” he muttered, and pulled his beanie down farther on his head. This was turning into a real sucky day.
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(rank). hunter [color=#80BFFF](location). room/kitchen (mood). peaceful (tags). Arthur, Natasha, Aiden, Dimidian, Judd
Freida’s light meditation music peacefully set the vibe. She had her candles flickering in the window, the snow was falling lightly outside, and her mind was at peace. She sat cross-crossed on her knitted rug she purchased in Morocco last summer and she brought each hand to the soles of her feet. Her fingers made it to her big toe and arched her back and shoulders. Her eyes remained closed as she did so, staying in her headspace. She felt utter peace wash over her as she stayed in her yoga world, until obnoxious music began to blare through the walls.
She tried to remain in her yoga position, but the harder she tried to ignore it, the more the music bothered her. “Judd,” she muttered, and she flashed her brown eyes open. She tried to wait out the onslaught of the chaotic, vulgar music, but after 10 minutes, she knew good and well that Judd wouldn’t turn it down. She took a final stretch, and then got to her feet. “I’ll just try again later I guess,” she said, trying to remain optimistic. Judd may be trying to ruin her peaceful vibes, but it wouldn’t get the best of her day.
She was already dressed for the day in her comfy, tie-dye leggings and tan baja hoodie. She had long crystal jewelry hanging from her neck, and her Hamsa hand choker at her collarbone. Her hair was wild and unkempt, but that was the way she liked it. She made her way to her mirror and once again tried to ignore the music from next door. Holding her Hamsa hand necklace, she closed her eyes and concentrated on her daily mantra. “My soul honors your soul,” she murmured solemly. “I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides. I honor the light, love, truth, beauty and peace within you because it is also within me. In sharing these things we are united, we are the same, we are one.”
This was the meaning of Namaste. No matter what, this recitation was the most important part of her morning. It reminded her of the powerful light each soul contained, and her own light as well. It reminded her to be peaceful, understanding and calm. And it certainly helped remind her how to deal with difficult packmates, whose views were different from her own. Mindfulness was key. With a smile, she opened her eyes and felt prepared for the day, and a wonderful thing called life.
She made her way downstairs with a dreamy smile and nodded at the rest of her packmates gathered around the table. “Morning guys, and peace be to you,” she chirped, putting the palms of her hands together and giving a small bow. However, her smile faded a bit as she noticed Aiden with his head down on the table. Her eyes flicked curiously over to Natasha, who was asking if the young male was alright. Freida certainly hoped so – it made her sad to see any human or creature suffering, especially if it was part of her wolf family. However, she didn’t want to bombard Aiden with questions if he wasn’t feeling well, so she left the concern to Natasha.
Luckily Dimidian, the pack’s healer, opened the door and let refreshing cold air into the house. If Aien needed anything, Dimidian would be right here. Freida liked the quiet male and made her way over to talk to him, her gate making her look as if she were floating across the room. “Good morning Dimidian,” she responded to him. She could see some droplets of snow still clinging to his jacket. “How’s everything outside?” she asked. She glanced at the fresh snow with a wishful stare, her paws aching to go for a winter’s run. Her attention shifted to the thumps downstairs until they fell on Judd. He seemed to be radiating bad energy this morning. As he went up to go shout at Aiden to complain about the lack of hot water, Freida tensed. She hated the violence and the bad vibes that permeated Judd’s mannerisms, and she wanted to go over there and shut him up. Instead, she sighed and reminded herself of the “Namaste” mantra. My soul honors your soul, she inwardly recited, and tried her best to ignore the developing commotion in the kitchen.
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(rank). omega (location). kitchen (mood). embarrassed, nervous and ill (tags). Arthur, Natasha, Aiden, Dimidian, Judd
Skylar’s eyes tried to desperately focus on the anatomy textbook in front of her. Final exam season was coming up, and she had to finish out strong in her anatomy II class. She made the hour and a half drive to the University of Pennsylvania School of Nursing every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She lived with the pack and had a life-altering, supernatural condition, yes, but it didn’t stop Skylar from chasing after her dreams. She couldn’t afford to go through medical school, but nursing school was the next best step she could take. Her studies were the closest-to-normal aspect of her life, and the more she could learn, the more she could forget about the truth.
Her fingers followed the highlighted sentence in her textbook, until they jolted unexpectedly away from the page. Her arm quickly covered her mouth as she let out a chest-rattling coughing fit. Her eyes watered, and her lips stretched in pain as her lungs screamed for air. She kept coughing and coughing, and she blindly reached out for her inhaler with her left arm. Her poor health was another motivation to become a nurse. However, she couldn’t do that if she was too sick to study.
Finally, she found her inhaler and pulled it into her mouth. She sent a puff on medicine down her throat, held her breath and inhaled after a few seconds. This helped quell the explosion inside her lungs. For good measure, she sent another puff down her throat and repeated the process. She let out a faint groan and closed her eyes. She’d had moderate, bordering-on-severe asthma ever since she could remember. The winter and spring months were the worst triggers, as the cold air of the winter closed her chest and the pollen and other allergens from the spring aggravated her lungs. The drafty air from the window made her shiver, ad she tugged her blankets tighter around herself. She felt miserable, her breath coming out in short wheezes, but she just had to focus.
Skylar tried to keep studying for another half hour, until she was interrupted by another painful coughing fit. Her nose was dripping like the icicles outside and she grabbed several tissues from the box on the corner of her desk. She blew her nose until it was red and raw. She cringed as she wiped the tip with a new tissue and threw the growing pile into her trashcan. “I’ve gotta pull it together,” she wheezily sighed, “I can’t let the others see me like this.” There was a reason why she was an omega, and her weak, sickly nature spoke for itself.
She sniffled and marked her page before closing her huge textbook with a thump. Maybe some food would help her feel better. In realization, her eyes shot open. Breakfast. She was supposed to make breakfast! She shoved her inhaler in her back-jean pocket and rushed out of her room and down the wooden stairs.
She nearly tripped on the last step and instinctively grabbed the railing for balance. She stood panting and wheezing on the stairwell, trying her best to fight off another asthmatic coughing fit. From her position, she could see Judd angrily tearing through the pantry in a search for food. She winced at his angry shout as he threw the empty box of cereal across the room. Other pack members, like Arthur, Natasha, Dimidian and Aiden were sitting calmly, not looking too upset by the lack of breakfast. Samir's truck was gone too, meaning he was probably at The Wolf's Den. Her heart hammering, she stood there a bit longer to catch her breath – and fear. She hoped they wouldn’t be too mad, but if she got the wrath of Judd or any others, she deserved it. At least Samir was at work, so she wouldn't have to embarrass herself in front of the alpha.
With a final, shaky inhale of cold air, she trembled down the stairs and into the kitchen. “Good morning," she murmured to everyone, trying her best to ignore Judd’s glaring green eyes. “I’m so sorry I’m late to make breakfast,” the blonde, pale omega apologized. She hurried to the fridge and puled out eggs, milk ad pancake batter. “Give me just a few minutes and everything will be ready,” she said, trying her best to control her raspy breathing.
