Crossing the Line{Open.}

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Olivia . Culprer

Olivia was still unsure of how she would react in her new body. She could possibly hurt people if she wanted to, but she didn't. The sun was high in the snowing sky as people bundled up in their new Winter attire. She was paler than all the others, and her skin matched the icicles that grew from the houses and market buildings that surrounded the village. Olivia had a thick cotton coat on with a fur hood, laced with a now dead animal's fur.

Her feet were numb and felt like ice, so Olivia took a turn and walked into a small pub of some kind. She walked over to a stool far off at the end of the counter, her hands tucked perfectly and snug inside her pockets. Olivia's brunette hair swung down partly tangled, it didn't much matter to brush out ALL the knots in her long hair. The bartender quietly strode over, his face bleak and boring. "Can I get you anythin', miss?," he looked at her, inspecting like all men's eyes do. She looked up from staring at her tangled hair and narrowed her eyes slightly at him.

"Yeah, actually laddie. I'd like some Irish beer if you don't mind.," she looked back down inspecting her finger nails next: clean as can be, for a werewolf. She inhaled through her nostrils, smeling all sorts of brews and cigarette smell as well. Cigarettes always had a bad habit of making her vomit. "Here ya go miss.," the bartender smiled showing greased yellow teeth and slid a tinted green bottle down to her, Olivia's reflexes caught it automatically.

Next he slid a small cup down to her, which she also caught, and went to tend to a couple on the other part of the pub. She opened the bottle with ease and poured the transparent beverage into the glass cup. Olivia lifted it up and stared at the other bottles placed safely behind the counter, before chugging the beer down. She listened carefully to the conversations that were going on around her: The couple were talking to the bartender about having a baby or something, the two old geezers in the back were playing chess and talking about rubbish, and the young guy just sitting a few feet behind her wasn't saying anything.

Olivia turned to glance just a sneek peek at the man, he seemed to be around his 20's or so and looked similar to her older brother, John. She turned around and snorted, it sounded more like a wolf than a human. She took another drink of the Irish beer and sat there observing the old furnished pub, she was oblivious to anything else.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Ulric made his way down the streets of Nerian village. He didn’t care to be walking with such creatures but he was thirsty and the human barkeep had the best stuff around down at the pub. Ulric saw this as a human fulfilling his purpose, serving a wolf. He grinned at his thought and looked about him on the street to find his bearings. He felt the cold wind blow from across the mountains. He knew this town well only because a few of his lower ranking pack members have homes here. He would often come down and drink at the pub with a group of wolves and they would have a good time but Ulric was alone at the moment. He didn’t know if there would be any other wolves there or not but he sure hoped so. He saw the pub coming up and licked his lips in anticipation of a drink. Turning into the doorway Ulric took two steps into the door and the pub was silenced. They all knew he was no one to be trifled with, not they knew he was a werewolf… the Havren forbid it and so he abides, only because he can’t yet win a fight with them. He could see the confusion on there faces at his being alone. “Quit staring or I’ll remove your gazes for you.” he barked and they all went back to their dealings whatever they might have been. Ulric’s gaze swept the room and rested on a member of his pack, ‘Good another wolf. At least I won’t be stuck with a bunch of humans.’ A smile came to his face as he turned from the girl and walked to the bar. “Give me a glass of whiskey. Strongest you got.” Ulric said in a rough tone. He waited at the bar while the barman got the scotch glass and filled it with two cubes of ice and a splash of whiskey. “Fill that little cup to the top.” He said with a tone of authority in his voice. The man obliged instantly and filled the small scotch glass to the brim. Ulric grabbed the cup and turned back to the wolf he had seen sitting alone. He walked over to her and took the seat next to her, “Why hello there Culprer.” He said friendly enough to her. He was a bit on the iffy side about the girl, being human born and all, but she had been a wolf for over two centuries and that was good enough to make her suitable company and considerably less human than the rest of this lot. He grinned and took a big gulp of his whiskey. He cracked his neck as he felt the liquid coarse down his throat. The warm burning sensation that he loved so much. He placed the glass back down on the counter and turned to look her in the eye. _____________________ Word Count:488

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Olivia . Culprer

Olivia had caught his scent even before the alpha had entered. Since she had studied wolves at a library after she escaped the hospital, she'd learn the dominant and submissive steps most of all. She quickly lowered her olive pupils down to stare at her bottle of beer, or wine, it tasted the same to her. Olivia twisted her head around when Ulric had come over, ordering the sharpest whiskey the bartender had. She laid her head on the oak wood counter and looked at him.

"Aye, Ulric. How're you today?," she poured one more glass of the Irish wine stuff and slid the bottle back over to the bartender.

Though Olivia had learned a lot about wolves and werewolves when she was bitten, she had a bad taste in her mouth when talking to the real thing, specially when it was her alpha. None the less, she had respect for him. Her hair slid over the coat she was still wearing, covering her olive eyes. The only thing she'd never tell anyone, even Ulric, was that sometimes she changed based on how cold the weather was. Her gaze never lingered off of Ulric until she had to rub er eyes from hurting to much.

Olivia laid her head on top of her crossed wrists, looking around the back. She already knew most of the werewolves didn't like her because she was born human, but she embraced both sides of being human and wolf. She chuckled to herself at that thought: You love being a werewolf more, but yet you miss being human too. Her gaze drifted back to the Veronti castle, when she had first came and joined Veronti. She'd goten in trouble for stealing some meat off the counter for the roast and was chased all through out the castle in her wolf form, clacking her claws against the tiles and almost falling on her arse. She made a wolf's grin at that memory, for it was one that she adored. [/blockquote][/i][/size]

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Ulric watched the she wolf beside him with a new found respect. She had learned the ways of the wolf well in her time as one of the pack. Better than most of his wolf born wolves. Perhaps the human in her wasn't such a disadvantage after all... did that mean that humans weren't as bad as he believed? No it merely meant that the lycan gene was just that much more powerful than that of a pathetic human. "I'm doing a lot better knowing there is another of superior quality in this place. I couldn't stand being here with the livestock alone." Ulric said casting his gaze around at all the humans in the pub. Ulric brought his glass back to his lips, finishing the contents and slamming the empty glass down on the counter signaling, as he usually did, that the bartender should get over here and refill his cup before he got thirsty again. He turned his gaze back to Olivia as the barkeep had made his way over with that same bottle of whiskey. He poured the amber liquid into the glass to the brim, without the prompting this time, and hurriedly scuttled away. "It's a shame the rest of the pack doesn't share your enthusiasm or knowledge of traditional behavior when in the presence of their alpha." He used these words all the time. The humans didn't bother listening in on him anymore. He was quite certain to make an example of those who spoke of what they heard when in his company. "They seem to be more worried about memories of their former selves." He thought back to Yorick and his dead human mate. He breathed in the smell of smoke and sweat. He could stand neither very much. The acrid stench of the smoke that burned his acute sense of smell, was almost as bad as the foul stench of the humans pressed together along the bar, body heat building and making them sweat, even in the midst of winter. He brought his glass back to his mouth and drained half of it in a single draft. He felt the burn of the alcohol down his throat and into his belly. It warmed him and dulled his sense enough to make the room slightly more bearable. "What brings you here my dear?" He asked turning his head back to Olivia with a certain look of curiosity. _____________________ Word Count: 410

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Olivia . Culprer

Olivia watched all the movements that her alpha made: all bearing signs of dominance. She often wondered about Ulric, like why he hated humans so much. She scratched her scalp still looking at Ulric and a lope-sided smile appeared on her face. "I just wanted to get some time without the pack hovering over me. But, your ok.," She looked around again, it was starting to get boring being around a dirty place like this.

Her gaze only snapped back to Ulric when he had slammed the glass on the counter. Olivia wanted to go back to the pack territory and just be a wolf again, she'd found that being human was boring. Her feet moved as she turned to face a painting. It looked like a few men going on a hunt with dogs and horses, Olivia bet she could out-run those stalky creatures. Though her mind was somewhere else, her body lingered where she sat.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=000000] Ulric watched Olivia as she answered his question. She had wanted to escape the pack, just get away, and he had interrupted her. She didn't mind, of course she didn't. He was the alpha, you couldn't mind when he decided to bless you with his presence. He turned his head to look around the bar once more. Perhaps he should just take the bottle and head back to the castle. He needed to get back and see how Yorick's healing was coming along. That bear had been no small feet. Ulric should have had more sense than to bring a new comer up against Veronti bears. Ulric finished his glass in another drink, the alcohol just barely beginning to make a dent on his high wolf metabolism. He let out a low sigh and stood up from his stool. "I see that you came here to be away from the pack and I will let you have your time alone if that is what you would like." Ulric began letting her decide if she was ready to leave this place or be rid of him or whatever, "After all there are a few things that need to be attended to. Bear's on the menu up at the castle if you're interested." Ulric said with a grin. Then a sort of sadness came across his face. He had risked Yorick's life in that hunt. It was inexcusable, "Though now I'm not sure if it was worth the cost." Though he still was mad about Mr. Grey's out burst and general demeanor toward humans, he had a new found respect for the man. He could have ran, probably should have, but he stayed and finished the bear nearly passed out. Ulric remembered his promise, 'Hell I might even rethink my take on humans and hear him out.' the thought rang in his mind. He hadn't yet had the chance to hear him out. It wasn't really the best time to have a chat directly following the hunt and he needed some fresh air and a strong drink so he came here. He needed to get back and talk to Grey. Perhaps this man needed a bit of respect, Ulric did insult his mate after all... he would have reacted the same. Although he still had enough time to talk with Miss Culprer is she still wanted his company. _____________________ Word Count: 407

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