Loosing Myself in Time[NIGHT]

[draziar]

The sound of children's laughter seemed to roar through the Village, either disturbing older folk or making those who didn't mind smile at the happiness the children exuded as they ran around the village playing. A deep, rich laughter joined those of the more melodic laughter as Draziar Vladimir ran for his life. They were playing a game of Tag, one that the kids redefined and when one got tagged, they would join the rest until the very last person ended up being tagged. That last person was Draziar and the entire flock of kids were running all over the place trying to catch him. As the rules were, if he were to get caught he would be the new Tagger that started a new game. He had been playing all morning with these young ones and well into the afternoon, but it never occurred to him how much time had been spent goofing off with the children of Galton. He was having one hell of a time playing with them that he had also forgotten to eat all day. Who needed to eat when one was having so much fun anyhow? Draziar skidded to a stop when one of the kids leaped out in front of him with an attempted scary shout and made a lunge at Draz. Draziar laughed as he only took a step back before the kid tackled into his stomach and 'knocked' him plum over. He thudded against the ground as the young boy laughed excitedly that he had caught Draziar and promptly sat on Draz's stomach only for the rest of the kids to pile on, laughing just as much as the boy was.

Draziar chuckled as he was smothered by the group of kids and he pleaded for mercy from them while feigning a struggling attempt to get free of their clutches. Though all laughter halted when the voices of mothers called out for their children to come home for lunch. Draziar gave a pout along with the kids who slowly, begrudgingly began their way home saying good bye to Draziar. Draziar pushed himself up to his feet and dusted his white shirt that really wasn't white any more; stained with grass and dirt from his morning play. He glanced up when a mother walked over to gather up the youngest of the group while giving him a gentle, friendly smile. "Why don't you come eat with us Draziar. You've been wrestling with these kids all day," She laughed softly with a shake of her head when her little girl cheered and eagerly looked to Draziar to hear his response. Draz only gave a simple laugh and patted the girls head before smiling kindly towards the mother. "Thank you, but I'll pass this time. I should be on my way really," His smile was warm and appreciative listening as the little girl gave a whine of protest. However, food sounded wonderful and it was decided that he would visit the Tavern for some of the food there. He just wouldn't let Sarah know that he turned her homemade food down for the tavern's food. It was simply because Sarah had an entire family to feed and an addition to it was unnecessary when Draziar could feed himself. Bidding farewell to the two, Draziar turned heel and made his way through the village towards the eastern edge where the rather cozy Tavern was located.

OoC: Sorry it's so short and all over the place ._. lack of sleep kills me sometimes. <3

[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ Anchored firmly to the rooftops in a well trained silent manner, Gethro watched the scene below unfold. This man was the trusted Beta male of the Havren pack, and he was running around with children like a child himself. Instead of bashing him however, Gethro found it was quite humorous and told that this wolf had a great deal of character. Gethro had to admit that he himself would never he found playing with childen in such a way, unless they were his pups. Standing tall , his form became more distinct as he waited for the children to leave. The rigid muscles and sculpted body where two things Gethro prided himself on, though it wasn't his type of thing he often gloated about. Today he had chosen to wear a simple black t-shirt with a pair of jeans that even though they were blue, also contained a more dark color. His shoes where black as well, though weirdly for him, they were flip flops. This above the rest of his attire showed his more laid back air that had over taken him. While not in a high position in the pack himself, he was as high as a wolf could go without being forced to take up a role. Being a rather large looking brute of a man, he could have won almost any honor he wished, but had hearitly given such things up. It was not his life, it was someone else that should live that constricted life, not him. Retracting himself from his boring self reflection, he jumped down and approached Draziar. Gethro had seen that he had been heading into the Tavern, and he wasn't sure that would be the best thing for them to do. Afterall the beta had spent all day playing with the children, so Gethro figured he wouldn't mind a hunt or something more woodsy perhaps. Gethro had been seen in the traverns around the towns more so recently then he cared too, being the type that is usually alone. He last voyage had been to fetch the alpha female when she had first arrived. In truth that was some time ago, but he wasn't much of a Tavern kind of guy. He always ended up picking fights with other men that might spill there bevrages on him. Still he had to do something tonight, and hoped the Beta would have no trouble recognizing him, less he have to beat his name into him in a friendly jokingly serious kind of way. _____________________ 509 words.

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[draziar]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/ncmnow.png] A simple smile remained on Draziar’s expression as he brushed off the front of his shirt, knocking off small twigs and any dirt that would come off in simple patting. He was going to have to buy another shirt that was for sure, or find a woman to wash it for him. He could do a lot of things, but properly cleaning cloths was not his forte; it never had been. When Ava was still alive she was the one usually keeping him and their father properly clothed and in the end it was Ava who gave Draziar his style sort to say. Always a button up shirt, no matter the color, least he was just in the mood for a simple sleeveless which he did sometimes wear beneath said button up shirts. His jeans were always stylish, but now they were caked with dir and scuffed in grass strains. He laughed softly as he imagined just what his dear twin would be saying to him if she saw his poorly kept clothing. Though, his thoughts didn’t tread long on his sister, before he quickly shifted said thoughts just to keep his move in the high. In fact in that particular moment it was relatively easy for Draziar to cut his thoughts when a certain scent caught his attention. His trek came to a stop and he slowly turned around to catch site of a familiar brown eyed man. Luckily for Draziar he had taken all the time he needed to keep faces to the smells and appearances of every wolf in the Havren pack as it was his responsibility to know who was who and who had what status; after all he was the Beta. A warm smile touched over his features as he gave a languid wave of his hand in greeting to the man, ”Gethro, how’s it going?”

[/sup] His previous thought of getting food was quickly forgotten as he fully turned to approach the man who appeared to have been approaching him first. He had met Gethro a time or two, but not long enough to really find out much about him. Draziar knew he was a strong brute, and word was he was quite the ladies man; something even Draziar could relate too. How could he not? He was quite the handsome man himself and Draziar had no problem saying it either. Gethro was a few inches shorter than Draziar, but that did not take away any of the man’s own personal attractiveness. Draziar walked over to Gethro, still looking him over with observant amber eyes. The man held himself highly and Draziar couldn’t help but muse over the idea of it. It didn’t bug Draziar in the least, but he couldn’t help but wonder why he had found Gethro making his way towards himself. Was there problems in the pack? Or perhaps Emma was looking for him? Or maybe Draziar was just getting ahead of himself and the brute was just looking for some company; of which Draziar would give gladly.


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^Note: I can see these two being friends lol.

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ Gethro had been about to call out to Draziar, however it seemed he was destined to be beaten to the punch as the man in question, happened to turn about and notice him. In a way it bugged Gethro that his stealth wasn't up to par at the moment, but he also had to take into account that he was not wearing the best foot wear for the job. The tell tale snapping his flip flops gave off was something he had forgotten to be mindful of, understandaable being as he had barely worn them before. Getting caught by my shoes... that ones going in my book. Smirking like a man caught in the act, he waved and walked until they stood near enough to talk. Gethro wanted to laugh at the quizical air that Draziar seemed to be giving off. It just occured to him that the beta probably suspected something was wrong with the pack. Afterall it wasn't like he decided to seek out the beta male simply to hang out like normal people, particularily because of his preferences towards whom he associated with. Taking a moment before speaking he wondered if he should let the possibility of danger hang in the air. Sort of get his heart going. Ruling that out as going over board, he decided on being mature. "Hello Draziar. Fine, all fine here, how about yourself? Those children didn't gobble you up did they? Looked mighty dangerous to me." Letting that hang for a bit, he glanced around taking in the town. Of course he already knew it well enough. Living for several centuries tended to do that to the memory, makes things harder to forget. Eventhough he wanted to invite Draziar along on a hunt, or something, he simply waited for him to speak up. In a way he was also letting the balance between the " whats wrong with the pack" unspoken observation he had made stay up in the air. _____________________ muse: badish. 421 words.

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[draziar]

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[atrb=background,http://i52.tinypic.com/ncmnow.png] The man smirked and Draziar found that it was rather contagious as he felt the corners of his own mouth twitch with a desire to smirk right back. There was just something about Gethro that Draziar liked, whether it was simply his attitude and the way the man held himself or something else Draz really couldn’t tell you; he just liked the guy even if Gethro didn’t speak to him that much. A delicate brow lifted as Gethro mentioned the children and he couldn’t help but laugh over the words before he rather dramatically pushed a hand through his hair as he closed his eyes with a heavy sigh, ”They were devilish! Crazy little things, but I do suppose the only thing really injured is my cloths.” Draziar chuckled as he looked down at his green and brown stained white shirt while he attempted a small dusting of it once again, but to no avail did it work to get the stains off; not that he expected that it would. He gave a pleasant shrug and turned his amber gaze up to Gethro, the same grin still stuck on his features. ”I don’t mind getting beat up by a few kids ever now and then. It makes them happy to think they’ve won against a man of my caliber, “

[/color][/sup] A rather cocky statement, but very true in the least. The little boys would parade around each time they caught him and managed to ‘wrestle’ him down onto the ground, strutting around as if they had won a world competition or something. The girls, however, weren’t as interested in ‘defeating’ him like the boys were. They just wanted him to run around with him; which was perfectly alright with Draziar. He smiled at the thought of the children as his gaze averted to the side to study a few buildings they had stopped by. Though, even still the thought of the pack was still on his mind and Gethro had still left him wondering if there was any ulterior motive for Gethro to seek his presence. Slowly he crossed his arms over his chest, tapping a finger against his arm in thought before ultimately just shrugging it off as he figured Gethro wasn’t the kind of man to take his time to inform the Beta if there was anything wrong with the pack.

He turned his gaze back to Gethro, watching as he looked around the village himself. ^{”So, what’re you doing to keep yourself busy today?”}[/sup][/color] Gethro had a look in his eyes as if he wanted something or perhaps to do something. Draziar wasn’t exactly sure what, but he figured he may as well keep a steady conversation if he was to find out just what it was. It was one thing to roam around with the humans and play with their children, but it was still not as fun as being around someone who was a fellow packmate.


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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=433d2c] Scars are my past, there all that binds me together, my fuel for all the coming Storms.... _____________________ Draziar looked pleased to see him, and Gethro was glad he was a welcomed intervention into the world of the Beta male today. If any evidence was needed to back that up, he could always use the giddy smile plastered on his friends face. As Draziar explained about his clothes, Gethro caught himself looking around the area. He had looked in time to see the very last of the children fading into their homes. His senses could detect the aroma of the meals they were sharing as families. Not that all of it was extravagent, but it was food nontheless. Blinking, he saw Draizar sweep off his shirt. Gethro gave a quick sweep with his eyes and didn't have to be vigilent to notice the large patches of grass stains and dirt and mud against the white fabric of his button down. Gethro had seen Draziar seek out a few of the females in the pack, and had noticed that occasionally they did his laundry for him. It occured to him, that someone would most likely have to try and get those stains out for him. A pity since it was Draziar that dirtied them, but that was the perk of being a high ranking member in the pack. Just the thought brought the idea of them practically begging to do his laundry to his mind. hah like I would ever let anyone touch my stuff anyway. Blinking he responded." Well I wonder which lucky girl gets to fix those clothes." He brought his right hand to his chin." Personally I would burn them and get new ones." His next cocky sounding statement made the corner of his mouth turn up in a mock disbeileving grin. Now the kids were mighty conquerers. Though he had to admit for all the strong facades he freely trots around providing to people, that he would have let the children win as well. Besides what kind of warrior prides beating children. " I would have to teach the children some moves if they didn't beat you, so that they could the next time." It was meant friendly and in a light manner, he knew that if Draziar had been being intentinally cocky then he could always beat it out of him later. " I wasn't planning on much today, though smelling all this food is making me hungry." As if to prove it , his stomach grumbled its agreement. " Fancy a hunt? Perhaps we'll catch something extra fast since your all stretched out from running with the kiddies." _____________________ muse: eh ok 521 words.

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