Joseph "Joey" Micheal Tait
Loner Werewolf
At; Bonfire
Feeling; Worried, Anxious
With; Alice, OPEN
Mates with Alice
Joseph tried his hardest to mingle with the other party-goers that fumbled around him. A drink clutched firmly in his hand to the point of almost breaking the solo cup. Being away from Alice concerned him, what if something happened? What if she needs me? All these thoughts rushed through his head. Though he'd never admit that he was over-protective of her, it was definitely obvious and undeniable. He couldn't help it, he'd never had someone like her before and he was worried that the simplest of things would sweep her away. He, reluctantly in the back of his mind knew that this was probably good for the two. It was a chance to get to know some of their new pack mates and the townspeople. With Alice starting school soon and him most likely having to work, making at least some friends probably would benefit them. Though he second-guessed this, he didn't want to have to leave Alice on her own. Since they'd arrived he'd become much more clingy than usual, it was an odd emotion he'd never felt before. It wasn't just directed towards her, it felt like he was being protective of something... or someone else. Joseph chewed his lip nervously "Maybe.. I should find her" He sighed, popping his knuckles anxiously. Topaz blue eyes hovered over the crowds of faces in a desperate attempt to find hers mixed in somewhere. Nowhere.. He sighed, shifting his weight uncomfortably before maneuvering his way through the drunken teens.
Patrick "Pat" Flynn Northern
Warrior "Northern" Werewolf
Feeling; Bored, Restless
At; Bonfire
With; Kearan, OPEN
Relationship Status is OPEN
Patrick stared dreamily at the seemingly shimmering stars that accompanied the bright, looming moon. Everything around him felt amplified, all the sounds he heard, all the smells that mingled with the scent of the ocean, even the dimmest light seemed blinding. It was getting harder and harder to contain himself, and time felt like it was in slow motion. How long did Kearan plan on being at that party, his body was aching and begging to shift already. It felt agonizingly long waiting for their plan to be put in motion, even though they'd only been at that little shindig for roughly twenty minutes. An hour hadn't even passed yet it felt like it had been an eternity. Patrick wanted to pass the time by letting go at the party, but he feared that if he let himself have a little too much fun that things would get out of hand. That'd be way too risky, hell it'd basically be a death sentence if his brother were to catch him. Where was Kearan anyways? Normally the two would wonder around the crowd looking for each other after a certain amount of time. He'd thought about going back to find him, but he didn't want to interrupt any conversing that may have been going on. Perhaps it'd be best if he went back to the party incase he was needed though it was unlikely. Pushing himself out off the soft, pale sand that shifted below his hands, Pat got back to his find and dusted off his trousers. He rid himself of all the small particles that dotted his clothing before shuffling back towards the rowdy and bustling crowd of teenagers. He rolled his shoulders slowly back and forth, stopping at the edge of the loud bonfire before hesitantly entering.
(Wow.. Where did all this come from o_o)
