ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇω ᴛʀɪᴘᴘ
beta of morgon
twenty-one years
male
tags; none
Matt had always been an early riser, perhaps a penance of the fact that when he had his brief rebellious phase and moved out west, he had worked on a cattle ranch. It was always early mornings there, and constant teasing about the fact that they had a boy from Maine there. After all, it was always funny when someone in Colorado said something about the 'cah' instead of car, or the 'yahd' instead of yard. Because of his raising and the region he was from, Matt did have that trademark Maine accent. Not quite as strong or obnoxious as the ones in Boston, it was still pretty noticeable. Not wanting to disturb the rest of the house, Matt had decided to just lay in his bed and flip through a book he had. He didn't read to often, but sometimes he enjoyed it merely to have a moment of serenity to himself. After a little bit though, he decided it was of a reasonable enough hour for him to take a shower. It only took him a few moments to clean up, before drying off and running his hand through his sandy blonde hair. He really didn't need to do much to it, as no matter what it always seemed to have that ruffled look. Grabbing a regular green t-shirt, he slipped it over his fit body, before putting on his jeans and exiting his room, walking down the stairs.
He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing himself a cup of coffee, before settling down in a chair in the living room, nodding to the others before seeing what they had on in terms of television. After he finally had a cup of coffee to become more human again (no pun intended), he finally spoke to the others. "Morning everyone." His voice was deeper than some of the others, but it was really no surprise considering her was actually the oldest member of the pack at this point in time, clocking in at twenty-one.
αløu ειƦιαπα
fighter of halvdager
eighteen years
female
tags; none
Alou's breath was even as she ran down an older forest path. After a few moments, she checked her wrist, almost as if checking the time. Instead though, she was actually checking her heart rate. Alou made it a point to job every morning, keeping herself in shape. She woke up at around 5:00am, did some crunches and push-ups, before going for a jog. She usually was back by 6:30-7:00am, as on the way back she left the last little bit for cool down, because it was bad to just stop after exerting oneself a lot. Alou was just about done with this workout and was heading back towards the cabin now. She arrived back in due time, waltzing into the front door without a care in the world. She was sweaty, her black tank top showing some of the areas where the sweat had soaked through. Her skin was also glistening a little, more proof of her recent workout. Walking into the living room, she was who was in there, decided she didn't feel like twittering away with the others quite yet, and made her way to the kitchen to grab herself some breakfast, hungry after her workout.
As she walked in, she tunnel visioned, not really caring who was around, and knowing that she really didn't care. Grabbing a news paper off the counter, she grabbed an apple from the bowl near them, before sitting down at the kitchen table. She looked up, giving a slight polite nod to the Alpha -- it was her duty after all, which sucked -- before opening the paper up and slipping a switchblade out of her bra. Extending it, she proceeded to cut the apple in her hand with obvious dexterity as she read the paper, mostly looking at the breaking news. Flipping the page, she noticed a column that got her to smile. Well, hunting season is about to start? Maybe hunting season for the pack to. She wouldn't mind sinking her teeth into a few hunters. They usually tried to shoot her anyway, so it was more fun. Not that she cared at all if the person was armed and could defend themselves are not. The circle of life was a scary thing, humans just had to respect the fact that they where not as high on the food chain as they thought they were. She continued to cut her apple, and once she finished it, she proceeded to flip it over in her fingers, still out. She chuckled a little at the article about a human hiker who had gone missing a month ago. He had been delicious. She flipped her long black braid over her shoulder, squeezing the ends between her fingers, before putting it down. She didn't need to cut it yet. When it got to long, she would just cut off the end after she braided it. Alou had never really cared about if her hair was cut bad, as it was always in a braid or up. Only when she was being formal or something was it down.
