Looking for Fun (OPEN)

[prophet]

Ezekiel Prophet stood among the surrounding forest and listened to the sounds that rang out all around. He could hear the call of birds high up in the canopy and the rustling of the underbrush as tiny little rodents scurried underfoot. He could hear the faint trickling of the creek the passed by not to far from where he was standing as the water traveled down stream over the rocks and debris that was strewn along the creek bed. Not that it was littered with garbage, more along the lines of branches. He breathed deep and could smell so many different scent swirling through the air around him. Instead of trying to pick out one from another he allowed them to over come his senses and closed his eyes. He let himself get lost in the wilderness around him and he just stood there.

He had no idea how long he had been standing there before he opened his eyes again. He blinked back tears at the brightness of the sun spilling through the sea of green foliage that was spread out above him. It was a beautiful day if you were into that sort of thing. Ezekiel would never let anyone know it but he was into that sort of thing. Nature was one of his only childhood companions and it was certainly a part of who he was. The forest would always be his first true home. He smiled at that and slipped his sunglasses on to help cut back on the bright light filtering through the tree tops. He slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden box. Inside of it was a small thin, golden chain. He didn't know where he got it, he only knew that when the others found him all those years ago he had had it with him. He didn't wear it around his neck because he still didn't know what it meant to him. So he kept it safe and sound in this small little box. He let the thin metal slide through his fingers as he searched for the pendant that was hanging on it. A small cross with a single tiny dark black stone set in the center. He slipped the chain back into the box and put it back in his pocket.

"Now if only there were someone around here with whom I could get into some trouble with." Ezekiel said out loud, yet to himself. He couldn't be sure if anyone was around at all, though he supposed that was his own fault. What with the losing himself in Nature and then fussing with his chain, but he didn't care. He doubted that there was anything in these woods that he couldn't handle, beast or otherwise...

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[atrb=background,http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b9/AshleesAlterEgo/Emmamiddle.jpg] If the male was looking for a little bit of fun, he certainly wasn’t going to find it with Emma. She was extremely cranky and didn’t really want to be bothered with anyone else’s nonsense. She wasn’t normally such a sour puss, but her encounter with the beastly male had put her on edge. So far, being alpha of Havren was nothing more than a nuisance. The whole ordeal was a huge pain in the ass and she resented the fact that she didn’t have much of a pack to back her up. Where were her packmates and why was it that she could never locate them? She briefly contemplated removing every single one of them but then decided it would be better to wait until her bad mood had passed before she made such rash decisions. But Emma couldn’t run a pack completely on her own. She needed her scouts, a beta, someone to help with the hunts. It just wasn’t possible to do it all on her own. And furthermore, she was lonely. And why should she be? An alpha (or any member of a pack for that matter) was supposed to be surrounded by family. But where was Emma’s? Technically speaking she DID have one, she never knew where they were and rarely came in contact with them. She had hoped that in spending more time outside of her packlands, she would meet others and perhaps recruit more wolves for her pack. She had been running Havren for some time now but still she came up with nothing. She wondered for a moment if she ought to just turn tail and run away. Surely she could find another pack to join. But Emma wasn’t the type of female who threw in the towel just because she had hit a few…hundred road blocks. No, she would give it a few more tries and attempt to make it work. Something had to give. Feeling cooped up in her apartment early that morning, she made her way outside and decided it would be a good day to be on her own in the arms of the nature she loved so dearly. She didn’t know where she would wind up, nor did she care. The female was sore and the fight with the ghastly male had done a number on her body. He had torn through her neck and the wound looked much worse in human form then it did when she was in her canine skin. But without her thick fur in the way, she had been able to mend it a little bit and had applied a thick creamy ointment before wrapping her neck in a white strip of gauze. It wasn’t the most attractive thing in the world, but it was functional. As usual, she didn’t bother going to a hospital and felt that she could treat her injuries just as well at home. She clothed herself in a pair of black shorts and a plain gray long sleeved shirt that was cut a little low in the front. Her long dark hair was worn in a high ponytail, pulled up and away from her covered wound. All things considered, Emma looked pretty put together despite all that she had been through. She had a rather large purple bruise forming beneath her left eye and her body was covered in smaller bruises and little cuts that she had obtained during her fight. But none of them caused her any significant amounts of discomfort and if she didn’t think about them, she didn’t really feel them. Em wasn’t the type to complain either, and even if she was, who would she complain to? After a few hours had passed, the girl wound up at the creek, a serene and lush little place. She took a moment to slip off her worn black sandals and dip her bare feet into the running water. The cold water felt good on her hot skin, and she sighed quietly in contentment. The woman smelled various scents all around her, but they all seemed to blend in to one another. For the first few moments after her arrival, she believed she was completely alone. But suddenly she heard a male voice somewhere nearby and knew that she did in fact, have company. A scowl crossed her face as she turned her head toward the sound and through a gap between two slim pines she saw a man talking to himself. Thinking it was rather strange, she cast him a quizzical look and wondered if he would just get bored and walk away. But minutes passed and the man remained where he was, making Emma realize he had no intention of going anywhere. The girl wondered if he was a lycanthrope, and if he was, she knew she needed to investigate. Begrudgingly, she walked to where the male was and prepared to interrogate him. She was in no mood for socializing and simply wanted to know his name, where he was from, and what he was doing here. This wasn’t her territory of course, but she needed to aware of her surroundings and she sure as hell didn’t want to get into an altercation like she had done the night before. Confidently (but with a little limp) she moseyed on over to where the man was and cleared her throat before beginning: “Good afternoon. Are you new to the area?” Now that she was so much closer to him then she had been before, she was able to inhale his scent a little more. She wasn’t certain, but she suspected he was a member of a pack that claimed territory nearby. She didn’t voice her suspicion and instead allowed the male to give her whatever information he saw fit.

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[prophet]

Ezekiel was surprised at the females sudden appearance. He should have kept himself more aware of his surroundings. Not that it was a necessarily a bad thing. He might be able to have some fun with this one. He turned his shaded eyes toward her and looked her over swiftly. She seemed to have been involved in an altercation recently that hadn't exactly gone well it seemed. Not that he thought she had lost, they were mostly superficial wounds, and upon a deeper inspection of her scent he was certain she was a lycan and that she would heal just fine. Well it seemed like fighting her wouldn't be right and so that bit of fun was stricken from the menu. He had hoped that she had been human, they were much more fun... easy to terrorize. He wouldn't have any fun with another wolf. Well he shouldn't go that far.

"Not new, I've been around for a time now. I just tend to keep to myself." Ezekiel told her. He wasn't sure from which pack she came from or even who she was. He didn't care much for keeping up on the other packs. "I am Ezekiel Prophet." He wasn't sure whether he should tell her more or not but then he figured he was Nyalcom and he would never show any shame in that. "We're obviously both something more than just ordinary people, I am Nyalcom. From which pack do you hail?" He could smell that she was no loner or rogue. She had a distinctly pack-wolf smell. He just wasn't sure which one was hers.

He was hoping that if she was any of the three it would be Veronti, At least they also recognized their superiority of the filthy humans that they shared this land with. He didn't know how he would react to a Havren or Rulin wolf. The Havren were a bunch of control freaks that wanted everything hush hush, and the Rulin were no better and on top of that were just rogue Nyalcom wolves anyway that needed to be brought back into the pack and made and example of. Not that he had been around for the split but everyone knew of it in Nyalcom and everyone denied it in Rulin. He grinned as he looked the girl over. She was definitely something to look at underneath all the cuts and bruises. He hoped that he would get the chance to see her when she was all healed up and at her best. Depending on the situation he could see himself tangling with this one, one way or another. She seemed to have a fighting spirit and she seemed more than capable of taking care of herself. Everything you could hope for in a woman. Well that and that she was Nyalcom, but that wasn't going to happen here so two out of three wasn't to bad in Ezekiel's opinion.

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[atrb=background,http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b9/AshleesAlterEgo/Emmamiddle.jpg] The alpha really wanted her interaction with the male to be short and sweet. She didn’t have the desire to spend any length of time chatting with him or getting to know him. She wasn’t feeling in the least bit social and hoped that he would just answer her question so she could move on. It wasn’t that she didn’t like him. Hell, she didn’t even KNOW him. But she wasn’t in the mood to try to act all buddy buddy with someone she had no intention of getting to know. Fortunately he answered her question almost right away but she wasn’t sure how honest his answer really was. He had been around a long time? Bullshit. Or at least, she thought it was. Emma strayed from her packlands often in order to get a feel for the things that went on in the territories that surrounded hers. But she had been a little under the weather for the past few weeks so maybe she had accidently bypassed this young male. She decided to give the man the benefit of the doubt and eventually offered him a small nod, letting him know that she accepted his explanation without question. When he offered his name, she nodded again and stood still for a few seconds contemplating what he had said. When she felt like vocalizing her thoughts she finally answered: “I’m Emma. And Nyalcom hm? I know of your pack. I am of Havren.” She didn’t bother letting the young man know that she was Havren’s alpha. If he hadn’t been able to determine her rank by her scent and by the way she carried herself, there was absolutely no hope for him. Furthermore, the female felt no need to brag about her status in the pack; it was juvenile and utterly pointless. It was what it was, and she didn’t have much choice in the matter. Emma watched with a look of disparagement, as the male looked her over. He didn’t bother trying to hide what he was doing, and therefore wasn’t ashamed of it. But Emma didn’t like it. She wasn’t a lifeless piece of tail and expected to be treated with respect and dignity. She had after all, treated the male respectfully and she expected the same treatment from him. She realized he was probably assessing her wounds as well as her body itself, but it made no difference. She felt like she was being inspected underneath a microscope and she wanted it to stop. “Do you mind?” Feeling that the male wasn’t a threat, Emma decided it was high time to take her leave. She wasn’t going to go home just yet but she was going to put some distance between herself and the male. She was tired of his piercing eyes and was in dire need of some space. Without bothering to excuse herself, Emma turned around and walked between the two pines and toward the part of the creek she had been lazing about previously. She had left her black sandals there and had every intention of getting them back. Peering down at the crispy grass, her eyes searched for the black leather and finally located near one of the river’s bends. Before she made a move to slip them on, she once again dipped her bare feet into the moving water, wanting to cool herself down. The sun was hot and the air was dry, and Emma was quite warm. She knew she needed to be careful of becoming dehydrated or overheated because her body wouldn’t be able to handle much more trauma. And the last place Emma wanted to go was the hospital. She waded through the water for a few more moments and after some time had passed, she seated herself upon the grass with her feet still hanging in the water. For a while she forgot the male completely, but was pleased to know she hadn’t piqued his interest enough to make him follow her. She didn’t want his company. Or anyone else’s for that matter. After her altercation with the deranged stranger in the cemetery, the alpha felt that she had had more than enough interactions with strangers for one week. She needed some time off. But an alpha never had much time to rest, and for Emma (who was for all intents and purposes, the only member of her pack) her work never ended. She was beginning to resent it more and more and knew that she needed to find a way to whip her pack into shape before she mauled every last one of her members.

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