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(rank). fighter (location). gathering (mood). grumpy and agitated (tags). (mentioned: Samir, Aiden, Sebastian (ment) // open
Judd frowned as he stabbed the gooey marshmallow onto his stick. Aiden was ignoring his taunts for now. In fact, everyone was ignoring him. Didn’t the moon have the same effect on everyone else? The desire for claws, blood and dominance? They were werewolves, for god’s sake. They had better things to be doing than singing campfire songs.
Judd was about to open his mouth and provoke Sebastian, Aiden’s pitiful omega brother. Then, that would get under his skin. However, as he made another threatening step towards Sebastian, a voice behind him stopped him in his tracks. Judd wasn’t afraid of Samir, per say, but he did respect the dominance the other male emanated. Judd would gladly pick a fight with anyone in the pack, but even he knew better than to question Samir.
With a sigh, Judd stepped back from the brothers and turned to face his alpha. “You couldn’t wait for me to make my s’more?” he mumbled. He couldn’t think of anything worse than going on a moonlight stroll with Samir. With every second, Judd felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and his muscles tense. He would be shifting, and soon. If Samir, or anyone else, said something to tick him off he would be an uncontrollable monster.
Judd popped the marshmallow in his mouth, stuffed his hands in his pockets and silently followed Samir. He was silent for a few minutes as the chatter of the pack gradually grew to a hush. Everything was silent and calm, and thin clouds flitted across the full, yellow moon. The wind chilled his cheeks and whispered temptations into his ears. How quickly this peace could change. Deep inside, he loved his packmates – even the spineless Aiden. Why was he feeling this way?
The fighter abruptly turned around and faced Samir. “Well, what? You gonna put me in time out or something? Slap my wrists?”
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(rank). hunter [color=#80BFFF](location). gathering (mood). excited and a little flustered (tags). Dimidian, Aiden, Sebastian, Erika (ment)
Frieda held her breath as Judd reached for the marshmallow bag next to her. She turned her back and pointedly ignored him. Instead, she’d use this time to bond with some of the packmates she never got a chance to speak to – primarily the Cross brothers.
She gave Sebastian a sympathetic glance as she saw the way he tensed when Judd came. Luckily, the foul fighter moved away just as quickly as he came, with Samir carting him off for a chat. Frieda desperately hoped that talking was the only thing on the agenda. She doubted that Samir would make any aggressive moves. He was intelligent, calm and even-tempered. Judd, though? Not so much, and if one thing set him off… Well, Dimidian would be busy saving lives.
Her musings all but died when she glanced up from her hands, with were loaded with various rings and bracelets, to a dark figure standing across from her. His features were illuminated in the ever-fading flames. She almost felt her heart stick in her chest. She wanted to reach her hands across the flames, feel the structure of his beautiful face, be pulled into his chest for warmth… However, she was stuck on her log, her mouth hanging open stupidly as she stared and stared. He was just like the moon; she couldn’t take her eyes off him, and he had her feeling repressed emotions that were rising like the ocean’s swells.
She heard hushed lines of poetry, almost too soft to be coming form his mouth. All her attention was focused on him, and she hung onto every word he said. He could be speaking jibberish, and he would still captivate her.
“I have no shadow but myself,” she repeated in a whisper. Her shadow, the thing that was holding her back, was her own self-doubt. Frieda had never been a shy girl by any means, but there was something intimidating and mysterious about the dashing healer. In high school, Frieda was the heartbreaker, toying with every boy’s heart and then devastating them at the last minute.
She’d never had any genuine feelings for any of them. She felt bad for hurting their feelings, of course, but it was just her nature; her moon sign, after all, was a Gemini. Dimidian was different, though. Was this, then, her first crush?
His poetry stopped flowing out of him, and as if on command. He turned away and went to be with his mysterious darkness. A disappointed sigh escaped her lips. When would she ever get the courage to talk to him? Did he even want to talk to her, or was it all an illusion of the moon?
She felt edgy and anxious, a far cry from her usual demeanor. With her hands slightly trembling, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a cigarette and her Hamsa hand lighter. “Do you mind if I smoke?” she asked the brothers and Sienna, who was still lying at Aiden’s feet. Erika was close by now, too, and Frieda knew she detested the smell of cigarettes. Maybe she would hold off for now, or slink off by herself while she still could. “If you do, I can go smoke somewhere else. I just…,” she trailed off and let out a soft, embarrassed chuckle. The moon really did make people crazy.
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(rank). omega (location). gathering (mood). a little better and more confident (tags). Samir, Erika, Marcy, Sienna, Natasha
Skylar ignored the pain in her chest, as if the cold, night air was squeezing the air from her lungs. Instead, she tried to focus on her other senses. The roasting marshmallows made her nose twitch and mouth water, and the heat from the fire warmed her trembling body. The moon overhead bathed her in a pale light, making her appear even more fragile and glass-like than usual. Her packmates, Samir and Erika, noticed her struggles.
Samir’s furrowed eyebrow sent a wave of embarrassment through her belly and down her pelt. She shifted uneasily at his suggestion. True, the smoke was getting to her, but so was the cold air. It was either stay by the warmth and smoke with her packmates or sit in the piercing cold by herself. She let out a content sigh as Marcy scratched behind her ears. Skylar was anything but social, but even she would opt to stay with her family instead of suffering alone.
Between her wheezes, she was able to thump her tail and give a happy woof back to Marcy. She’d die for some hot cocoa right now, and if she could just shift, she’d be sipping on it in an instant. However, the moon wanted to trap Skylar in this lupine form – likely for her own safety. If she was suffering this badly as a wolf, what would she be like in her human form? The moon always looked after her and protected her. Despite the painful shift it brought, it was a necessary evil.
Speaking of evil, Samir excused himself and made his way over to Judd. The fighter was still up to his same, old tricks as he taunted Aiden and Sebastian. He hadn’t done anything yet, but if he kept prodding Aiden, the other young man would be provoked. Despite the warmth, a shiver ran down her spine. Samir was right to talk to Judd and get him away, but she feared for both of their safety. The moon had a calming, protective effect on her, but clearly it was the opposite for Judd.
Skylar gave a worried whine as the two walked off and pressed her head into Marcy’s leg. She wished the two could communicate through more than body language. However, she heard and understood the barks from Sienna and Natasha across the way. Skylar gave her friend a glance and beckoned her towards the fire with her tail. Erika was sitting by the log too, one of the first times Skylar had seen her so close to everyone else. As she walked by the silent hunter, Skylar softly brushed her tan/cream tail against her. If she was any braver, maybe she would have lingered with the Scandinavian goddess.
However, she shyly stopped and sat near the two wolves. She was sure to keep a respectful distance, though. The two females were kind, but they outranked her. No one believed in the pack caste system more than Judd, but she was still careful to observe its rules – especially tonight.
“Err, me too,” she wheezily and cautiously barked to Natasha. “It’s been forever since I’ve stretched my legs in the snow.” Skylar meant to laugh at the comical image of Natasha’s tongue flopped out of her mouth. However, as she inhaled, she took in a bit too much smoke. Her pale, blue eyes widened at it burned her lungs, and before she knew it, her sides were heaving as she coughed. She needed air, and now, but her legs felt too weak to support her and get her away from the pillars of smoke.
