The Weight of the World [OPEN]

[emmaspencer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,343,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=B0C2C2] Emma was exhausted. She wasn’t sure why she was so out of sorts, but with every day that passed, she felt herself growing weaker and weaker. She wasn’t generally a sickly individual and very rarely did she come down with an illness more severe than a common cold. She had been feeling lethargic for some time now, and much to her dismay, her illness was beginning to interfere with her daily life. She had many things to do but found that she couldn’t complete all of her tasks in a timely manner. For weeks she had been promising herself that she would take an entire day to explore the area, and get a feel of her territory. When she awoke that morning, she struggled to get out of bed and into the shower. The moment she stepped beneath the hot running water, she lowered herself onto the floor of the tub and rested. She fell asleep for a few moments and roused only when the water turned ice cold and jolted her awake. Hurriedly, she washed her body and hair and exited the shower as quickly as humanly possible. It appeared as though everything that she did was delayed and it took her a great deal of time to complete even the most basic tasks. Dressing took a great deal of energy but fortunately she had planned ahead of time and clothed herself in a rather simple pair of black pants and a fitted long white sweater Fortunately the temperature was just nearing 60 degrees, though Emma knew the sun would begin to set in a few hours and that her time was limited. After slipping on a pair of black shoes, she pulled her long dark hair back into a high ponytail and slipped out the door. The sun was warm on her face and she reveled in its glory. Until that moment she hadn’t realized how much she missed the outdoors. The streets were crowded, full of women, men, and children that were enthusiastic about the new season and enjoying the beautiful warm weather. She smiled sleepily as she passed a father and his young daughter bounding happily along the paved path. Emma wasn’t sure what she wanted to do with the rest of her time, and she knew that it wasn’t a good idea to visit the forest so late in the day. She needed something new to explore however and eventually decided that she would simply continue walking and stop when something interesting caught her eye. The alpha walked for some time, her feet aching and her head pounding with every heavy step that she took. Though it was nice to be outside and among others, she wasn’t in particularly good spirits and wasn’t sure how much more she could walk. It wasn’t long after she began contemplating heading back to her quarters that she stumbled upon a rather old church and cemetery. The fresh green grass was thick and moist, and the entire yard was shrouded in a thick gray mist. Both curious and fascinated, the woman crossed the street and wedged herself between an old rod iron gate that lead to the cemetery. Suddenly chilled, she crossed her arms protectively around her middle as she continued meandering through the cemetery. When she finally grew too tired to continue, she lowered herself beside an old weathered grave that was marked with a large white stone cross. It was wound tightly in dark green vines that twirled from the bottom of the stone all the way up to the top. Her tired eyes soon drifted downward, searching for a name. Emily Spencer. Emma's brows rose and her eyes widened as she took in the name. Though she knew it was merely a coincidence, she couldn't help but contemplate her own mortality. A frightening thought indeed.

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=3][bg=615b5b] Driven by a focus not my own, fueled by bloodlust that was never asked for... _____________________ How dismal could a day become to his inhuman eyes.Humans wandered around the towns like nothing was wrong, all of them smiling. He hated those smiles, loathed the faces that carried them. It didn't matter whether he knew them or not, reguardless of that, they had aggravated him. However hating the humans, and pretty much almost anything that stood in his way, was usually his own personal nature. It didn't hurt to mention that he was apart of one of the more troublemaking packs, the Nyalcom. In particular, he was probably one of them most dangerous werewolves in Nyalcom. Forstarters he was a trained assassin, he was brutally beaten since birth,and his bloodlust is uncontested. He holds no love lose for anyone, even if there apart of the pack he swore allegiance, and had the misfortune of being born into. Victor Reeves, around six foot three, and made of solid muscle, occumpanied by scars from battle, and from his up bringing. Along the right side of his skeleton was three, long, chizzled scars that ran from the top of his cranium, to right above his right eye. His face was stone serious, as the scent of another werewolf had attracted his attention. Today he could care less about the pathetic humans, the bags of water and gutless nerves that roamed around him. Instead he was more interested in figuring out who was fearless, or stupid, enough to venture into the graveyard of the Church of Durin. Admitedly he was quite surprised to spot the woman peering over a vine covered cross grave. At first he had been stalking in the background, just trying to see what her purpose was for being there. However he grew bored, and wondered why she was out and if her scent was one of a particular pack, or if she was a loner. Victor was not a people person, but it wasn't like he loved his job of professional killing. In fact he hated his forced lifestyle, and was constantly trying to will himself from not killing those he came to fight. As of lately, he had not been successful in leaving those souls breathing. Strolling up to the woman, he hoped he would be able to watch her walk away unscathed. Were he to learn of her being the Havren's new alpha female, he may have acted less then civil. " You have family here?" It was more of a nonchalant careless opening to his appeareance, rather then him trying to be insightful. He had already learned something of her personality and attitude by her clothing, and the way he had walked. _____________________ 517: words.

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[roguepup]

The sounds of morning flitted restlessly about the mentally aged wolves ears, causing them to twitch and fold as she lay in a restless dozing. Was it time to wake up now? The gray coated she-wolf lifted her dark muzzle and stared groggily up towards the light that slowly filtered in from the above coverage. Lazily she swept her large head around the inside of her shelter and recalled how she had gotten there. She remembered stumbling into what she scented was a cemetery sometime last night and completely hating herself for wandering so far away from her cabin when she hadn't eaten anything decent for a good two days. Dammit, she hated when she had days like this. After that, she was sure she had curled up under what she thought was a heavy canopy of leaves, but now, as she looked about, was a toppled crypt roof. Tiredly she crawled forward out of the underbrush near the fallen crypt and rose to her paws, stretching her shaggy coat and shaking off the dew that had gathered onto her fur matting it into clumps and tufts. She would have to clean herself later.

"You have family here?"

The sound of a man's voice caused Tonatzine to train her ears forward and instinctively inhale. A snarl began on her feral lips and she stifled a warning growl, A male...and...a female...[/i] she thought brokenly, it had been so long since she had made contact with another person let alone another wolf and she wasn't liking the idea of meeting up with two of the same variety on the same day, especially since one of them was a man. Sliding her darkened ears onto her cranium, she crept back, her copper eyes fixed ahead of her as she found the forms through the stunted tombstones and low shrubbery. She observed for a moment, unsure whether she should try to escape before she was noticed or stay, just in case the female needed some assistance. That man seemed so cocky, ugh, she hated the way he was standing and how he just oozed bad karma....she was glad she was downwind or she would have no choice but to face him. Her ear twitched as she stalked from the shadows...waiting to see what would happen next and if she would need to interfere with this confrontation.

[emmaspencer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,343,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=B0C2C2] Emma was exhausted both emotionally and physically. She had hoped that a short walk would temporarily relieve her of the unnamed illness she was suffering from, but it did nothing of the kind. Instead, she was more tired and worn down then she had been before. Despite the fact that she felt the sudden need to lie down and rest, she remained standing where she was, contemplating life, death, and what both of them meant. Because she wasn’t feeling up to par and because her attention was on the stone cross in front of her, she failed to notice that she was being followed. Not once did she get the sense that someone was coming after her. So when the man finally appeared and spoke quietly beside her, she turned sharply to face him, an unreadable look upon her face. For a moment, she didn’t register his question. She was too caught up in the fact that there had been someone lurking nearby and she had failed to notice. She studied him in silence, taking note of his stature, his positioning, and finally, his scars. Her eyes trailed up and down the length of his body and she didn’t hide the fact that she was shocked by the severity of his markings. In less then sixty seconds of being near him, she drew the conclusion that there was something off about the man. Not only had he approached her in such an unusual fashion, his scars and the way he stood were slightly unnerving. She didn’t know who he was or what he wanted. And as far as she could tell, the two were alone in the cemetery. Finally deciding to answer his question she answered flatly, “no. I don’t have any family here. I’m not sure why I came, really. I guess I there’s just something about old cemeteries that fascinates me. I get the feeling that you don’t have relatives here either. So what ARE you doing here?” Emma wasted no time and came to the point rather quickly. She saw no reason to beat around the bush and preferred to have all of the cards laid out on the table as soon as possible. She wanted, needed to know who he was and what he wanted. He had followed her, that much was true. But why? She supposed that he knew of her status as Havren alpha and that he had decided to trail her for a while to get an idea of who she was. Unfortunately however, she wasn’t as energetic as she normally was and likely appeared rather listless and frail. She stood her ground however and if she was nervous or frightened, she didn’t allow it to show. As the minutes passed, Emma took a moment to survey her surroundings. There was something amiss, though she couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Because her senses were temporarily dulled, she didn’t catch the scent of a female canine lurking nearby. And though she couldn’t see, smell, or hear the creature, she was getting the sense that she and the male were no longer alone. Narrowing her eyes, she continued to scan her surroundings until she tired of it and paused to glance back at the male, who stood uncomfortably close to her. What on earth was going on? Emma’s long dark hair blew back and fourth in the breeze and every once in a while she pushed it out of her face and tucked it back behind her ears.

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[~Nighthunter~]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=3][bg=615b5b] Driven by a focus not my own, fueled by bloodlust that was never asked for... _____________________ He stood seemingly unperturbed at her scanning eyes. It was natrual for his enemies or victims to try and figure him out. Of course he had inevitably killed them all anyway... Still she was rather unusual to him. Her scent suggested power, but he knew not her rank. The Havren were strong, and she did not look like much of a threat to him from where he was standing. Though he couldn't tell she was slightly unnerved by him, he could tell of her unease, probably because he was able to sneak up on her so easily. Not that it was her fault, little did she know the type of Werewolf she was currently in front of. Biding his time with answering her query he stretched and cracked his neck. In a way it was his furthering his display of strength shouldshe be stupid enough to try something. He had no intention of a fight at the moment, his inner deamons sort of behaving for once. Finally deciding to answer her his steely yet chilling voice echoed in the mist. " Me, well I'm merely out on a hunt for my pack. By myself I might add." Now while this may have given her an answer it also should have alerted her to the fact that yes he was indeed alone, and he was unafraid to let her know it. If she knew he was a Nyalcom wolf then she might have more of a guard up. His pack had such a bad reputation,well not like he had helped to cleanse it. It didn't escape his attention that they were both being monitored it seemed. This was only slightly more interesting then the female before him. It was an unknown, he couldn't tell of rank nor pack of this intruder. The mist must have been thicker near there positioning. Disturbing but unperturbing, he made a mental note to keep an ear out for whomever it was. Perhaps this female had brought along some company, or a guard perhaps? _____________________ : words.

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[emmaspencer]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,343,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=B0C2C2] The peculiar man had taken the Havren alpha by surprise. It wasn’t only that he had come upon her so quickly, but there was something strange and unusual about his presence. His appearance threw her off somewhat, but more than that, it was the way he carried himself. He was confidant and radiated both physical and emotional strength. Though Emma was perfectly capable of holding her own, and didn’t often fall victim to overwhelming emotions, she didn’t think she gave off a vibe nearly as strong as that of the male. If he was a ranking member of a pack, she guessed he was probably a hunter or a guard. Something that utilized his physical strength. But she couldn’t really be sure. Fortunately she never had to ask, for her voluntarily explained that he was out on a hunt for the benefit of his pack. She didn’t miss the emphasis he placed on being alone, and she assumed he did that in an attempt to ease her concerns. She answered him with a single nod and then began, “which pack do you belong to?” Emma hadn’t been in the area for very long, and knew only a select few things about the packs that resided nearby. She had gathered the most basic information, and most importantly, knew which packs needed to be avoided. The alpha didn’t forget the equally strange presence lurking nearby and she couldn’t help but wonder if this male had been lying to her, and that the well-concealed creature had come along with him. Deciding it would be best to just come out and ask, she questioned, “are you sure you came alone?” She motioned toward the beast with her right hand before continuing, “it looks like we’ve got company. Do you know who that is?” Emma hoped the male would give her an honest answer. The last thing she needed to worry about was an ambush. Though the male claimed to be traveling alone, the young woman knew better than to lower her guard enough to expose herself to an attack. And even though the alpha wasn’t feeling well, she was still alert enough to be defensive. And as far as she was concerned, she had every right to be distrustful. She was still fairly new to the area and it wasn’t completely outlandish to believe that the other packs would try to take advantage of that vulnerability. Emma was determined to get Havren established as a strong, loyal pack, and she would take every precaution that she saw fit until that was accomplished. The young woman’s legs were tired and she wished she could lower herself onto the ground and take a short rest. But placing herself in such a position was only opening herself to an attack. So she firmly stood her ground and waited patiently for the male to explain himself.

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