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May 22, 2016 23:40:23 GMT -6
Post by ROSEMARY BYSTROM on May 22, 2016 23:40:23 GMT -6
moon of my life paws beat the ground, jewels clanking against the flanks of her fur as she rushed through the forest. Dodging arrows and shots in way the best she could, before feeling a bullet whistle through her left hind leg. Causing a hurt whine to escape her muzzle as she collapsed to the ground. Breathing heavily upon the forest floor as they caught up with her. Shoving her down by a steel toe boot she grunted, trying to snap at the hunter before she handle of the gun jam into her cranium. Knocking her into absolute darkness.
It had been hours that she had awoken from being knocked out, listening to the distant yet close crackling flames of a fire that had been burning from some time due to the scent of the wood. Her golden eyes bled through the night as she tried to make out her attack her, her lips curling into a growl before she started to struggling against whatever bound her to the trunk of the tree she was resting against. Due to the fact that she had been in wolf form prior, the bare skin of her back scrapped against the bark of the tree as the catalyst that kept her prisoner burned her flesh.
"I wouldn't make any sudden movements, creature. That silver chainlink i made myself." The hunter warned as he came into view, clicking the safety off of his gun as her eyes narrowed at him. Her nails retracted, clawing at the bark as she snarled threateningly at the hunter as he drew closer. Shrinking against the trunk of the tree as much as she was able before twisting her face away, before feeling the barrel of the gun direct her face back to the hunter. "Tis a shame though, you're kinda pretty for a bitch. But orders are orders, the night club was only the beginning. Don't think we're just after little ol' vampers now. But i'll put your pretty lil' head out of yer misery nice... and slow" Watching him lower his gun as he drew closer caused her to suck in a sharp breath.
Why were hunters just now attacking the supernatural population? Was there something that the she wolf had missed? After all she had been hanging out with her father's pack for quite some time only to find out that there was a problem that would surface soon. Was this that problem? Where these people truly trying to take justice within their own hands and eradicate innocent lives just so their families could survive. So they could live? It was horrible to think that supernaturals were now facing the jurisdiction of other beings choices, to die by crimes that they did not commit. This angered Rose, how dare she become a victim of someone's hate. She was a bystrom. The gypsy of her father's pack.
So as he tried to touch her inapproperately she used it to her advantage. Makign her body respond to him before he let her loose, only for her to let her canines extend and bite hard into the nape of his throat. Feeling the blood splurt out against her tan-ish skin as he struggled under her vice. Releasing her clasp, she watched as he fell helplessly to the ground as she shifted to her wolf form. Growling at the male once more before backing up slowly, keeping her eyes on her surroundings. She didn't want to eb caught again or jumped in this case. neeeeeeeeeeh ♡
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May 23, 2016 12:14:28 GMT -6
Post by FAITH BLACKFEATHER on May 23, 2016 12:14:28 GMT -6
So here I am You're inside of me So here I am Our world is over
Here I am with you I'm there till the end Memories are calling So farewell, my friend Farewell, my friend
He dashed underneath the undergrowth of early summer plant growth. The white brute let out a powerful how, as it echoed onto the wind. His form was covered in snow white first, and claws clashed with the ground as he ran. For once in a very long time, he was free of his mortal shell. He had searched for a cure to his condition, but it all resulted in total failure. He wasn’t fighting with the wolf anymore. He had promised Charity, and Ava, that he’d learn to accept the things that couldn’t be changed overnight. It took an adjustment period, but Faith was finally feeling a certain freedom that he had denied himself of the longest time. The wolf and Faith had been enemies in the past. He only shifted during the full moon, when he was force too. Now be barely questioned the power of his true form. He had been bitten, and not born into the lifestyle of a wolf. He was a rouge wolf, without a pack. In many ways, he didn’t understand what a pack stood for. He could never fall into the shadow of an alpha.
As he dashed through the underbrush, something caught his attention. It was the scent of fire and blood. He remained stationary for a few seconds. In this form, he could do little in a crime had been committed. With only teeth, and claws as weapons to defend himself. However, he still thought about the lawfulness of the world, even while in this form. His muzzle turned skyward. For a second, he closed both eyes. Focusing on the scent. He memorized it. Then some more information came his way. He smelled another wolf. Hunters had been known for stalking these woods. It wouldn’t surprise Faith, is someone had gotten themselves into a bit of trouble. Without much hesitation, he opened both eyes and headed in the direction of the smell. He was going to be careful. Not telling what kind of danger would present it’s self. Not like he could talk his way out of the situation, given his current form. With luck though, hopefully it would just be his mind playing tricks on him, as it tended to do. Faith, tended to get himself involved with situations that need not be bothered with. However, he was still a man of the law. He obligated by it. After all, he was a detective. A wolf nonetheless, but still a man of the law.
As he moved through the underbrush, he could detect a faint light on the horizon. The glow of a campfire. He remained stationary for another second, before peering out from behind the bushes. What caught his immediate attention, was the corpse of a hunter, and another wolf. It was a she-wolf. Faith remained still. He wasn’t sure what he had gotten himself into. Obviously, the man had been a hunter. No ordinary person would deal with a supernatural creatures, unless it had simply been back luck. Lycan attacks happened, no denying that simple fact. Usually it was done by wolves who changed on the full moon. Some had little control over themselves, and few tended to member the outcomes during a full moon. Faith remember that very well. He had lost control, and killed many people. He wasn’t exactly innocent. He had blood on his hands before. However, what made it rougher was learning to control the shifts. In the past it had been painful, agonizing even/ Now, he could withstand the physical hash reality of changing between human and wolf form. It tended to be faster now.
He remained stationary, and studied the other wolf. It wasn’t common for him to deal with other wolves. After all, he didn’t know many other then his friend Theo. Faith was a bit lost to the circumstances. He was relearning what it meant to by a wolf. To take pride in the fact that he was powerful. That he had rights, to live like anyone else. He was learning to exist in balance with the wolf. After all, it was a fundamental part of his core. He was quite for the most part. Golden hues, matching the snowy fur that covered his pelt. Not many wolves looked as he did. Some would even argue that his fur matched his honest, personality. It resembled his heart. It was truly, pure, and without taint. Faith was an honest man, and followed his heartstrings, not matter the outcome. His convictions kept him going, it was his ground to stand on. In truth, he could understand the killing of a hunter. After all, he had been one himself in the past.
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Jun 11, 2016 23:35:49 GMT -6
Post by ROSEMARY BYSTROM on Jun 11, 2016 23:35:49 GMT -6
moon of my life Her ears folded at the scent of another, though as her golden eyes fell upon her fellow kind she eased slightly before whining as she applied pressure upon her hind leg. It was going to be a while for that to heal, due to the silver bullet that had been wedged within her flesh. Licking her bleeding leg, she huffed before her golden eyes fell upon the second wolf that had appeared prior. Uncertainty filled her as she watched the white wolf, before she hobbled to the bushes, shifting back to her mortal form.
"Who are you?" She called out, covering herself as much as she could with the aid of the bush before she eyed the dead hunter bleeding out upon the forest floor. Golden eyes angry and uncertain darted from the corpse to the white wolf once more. Slowly she knelt down within the bush, rustling of the leaves indicating she was moving as she crawled toward the corpse and begun to loot their clothing. Quickly pulling it on and sighed out as she closed her eyes, the scent of raw warm meat causing her stomach to gurgle hungrily before she shook out of her instincts as her attention drew to her fellow wolf.
The air was stale, the scent of leaves and limestone clung to the musky air as she stood there. In the thick atmosphire before she smacked the back of her neck after feeling a prick. Noting that it was getting darker and mosquitos were coming out she glanced around, before her eyes reflecting the half moon that hung high in the sky. She didn't know this wolf, though it was settling to know that another of her kind was dwelling around. Why he didn't stop the hunter was beyond her, making this her first actual kill within a while. Other times it was the games of other wolves that she had scrapped upon when they were finished. Or the simple fact that she bought what mortals considered meat, processed meat. Which tasted bland then what her lycan side was used to, but she survived. Wolves protected their own, they guarded their own, they only attacked their own when they weren't part of a pack or the other wolf was feral and in need of being put down.
But this was not the case, this lycan was a stray. How did she know that the creature was supernatural instead of a normal wolf? Their scents were different then that of a mundane creature, not only that his golden eyes were a deadset giveaway. Which only meant that this lycan was a lonewolf, in a sense almost like her. But not quite seeing that she as kind of part of a pack. A pack that she had not sworn felty yet. Which she assumed irked a few of the wolves within the pack, but she was sure to come to her decision soon... hopefully. She was just trying to find her purpose, her meaning in life. Her reason for being.
A sharp pain shot up her left leg once more causing Rosemary to rip off the pant leg to observe her wound. Dark veins webbed around her wound, purple abrisions were scattered along her skin as it slowly begun bleeding and smoking profusely due to the silver. Sucking in a sharp breath, she let her right hand shift into a claw like form as she dug her pointing finger and thumb into her wound. Stiffling a groan of pain she dug the silver bullet out and chucked it to the side as she applied pressure to her thigh. "Fuck!"
it's crap...i know, whatever ♡
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Jun 16, 2016 12:34:08 GMT -6
Post by FAITH BLACKFEATHER on Jun 16, 2016 12:34:08 GMT -6
You can justify almost anything If you are willing to be loud enough But once you've spent everything To change the world around you Even if your voice is taken away Such actions will still inspire
Something kept him going. He was a fighter, but it was often a lonely existence. For so long, he had denied the wolf. Basic instincts, the guided him down the road. Only recently, had he decided to unleash the wolf. It felt good, to feel the foliage beneath his claws. A certain freedom existed in this life. It was a familiar freedom that kept him going. The wind blew through his pelt, and he stood motionless-- examining the entire scene. Obviously, she had succeeded in killing this mortal. Hunters often stalked the wood, during the middle of the night. It was a far more dangerous place, to travel the unwoven pathway. As she vanished behind the brush, he shifted his gaze back to the woodland behind him. He didn’t hesitate, instead, he rushed behind the brush. Quickly, he transformed back into his mortal form.
It was when she asked the question, that he didn’t reply at first. After a few seconds, he raised his voice so that the sound bounced off the nearby trees. “My name is Faith. I heard some commotion nearby, and decided to investigate.” It was the truth, and he never lied when it came to others. Faith, didn’t know many other lycanthropes. He by all means was a loner. He avoided packs, and didn’t really understand how they functioned. Faith, was unwilling to bow before another of his kin. He hadn’t been born a wolf, but bitten. After all, he use to be a hunter. Trained to kill, and it only became more relevant when he joined the police force. Although he used a gun, nowadays, he still preferred using a blade. He sighed softly, and spoke up again. “I can leave if need be.” A dead hunter didn’t mean anything to the lycan. He would kill if backed into a corner, after all he wasn’t mortal anymore. Hunter’s took the opportunity to kill what they deemed wasn’t human any longer.
Apart of Faith kept him here. His concernment overtook his basic instincts. He was a compassionate soul. Even if he didn’t know this wolf, he still believed in the goodness of the supernatural community. In truth, he put others before himself. It was the selflessness that had earned him respect amongst his friends, and the police force. He was a noble, and kind soul. Something that he hadn’t lost after being exiled by the Order of Light, back in Russia, nearly two hundred years ago. At one point, he had killed humans in order to live. He had taken so many lives, most hunters. When he shifted in the past, he did so away from the eyes of his fellow mortals. Faith, by all means was a survivalist. Now in the present, he didn’t need those skills anymore. He worked, late into the night at the police station. He had so much to live for. Faith had managed to build a life for himself. It became ever more important when Charity had entered back into his life. Unlike so lycans, he didn’t hate the vampires. Each member of the supernatural realm, were individuals with personalities, hopes, aspirations, and dreams.
Wind gusted through the tree, and he listened to the leaves as they rustled underneath the mantle of wind. The night was warm, and he could smell the freshness of blood on the terrain. He was standing in the underbrush in the nude, however, he had left some clothing nearby. He walked a few inches away from the camp. Carefully he searched for the clothing that he had left behind. After a few moments of frequently searching, he found where he had hidden his clothing. Quickly he dressed slipping on a black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Causally, he walked back in the direction of the camp. He walked barefoot into the location. The body laid on the forest floor. Clearly, the she-wolf had killed this man. Faith kneeled down, and inspected the man’s pant’s for any sort of identification. Carefully, he dug around and found a wallet. He flipped open the wallet, and found his ID. He spoke out, “John Williams. Looks like tonight wasn’t your night” He didn’t pity the man, after all the life of a hunter was a lonely existence. Faith had lucked out with family, and friends with his old clan. The church had provided so much. When he was young, he had hoped of becoming a top hunter like this father. However, that dream had died. In the years that followed, he had learned so much. He didn’t take life for granted anymore.
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Jul 10, 2016 22:05:16 GMT -6
Post by ROSEMARY BYSTROM on Jul 10, 2016 22:05:16 GMT -6
moon of my life The she wolf watched the male cautiously before letting out a sharp sigh after he didn't pose any intermediate threat. Goldene eyes reverting back to their earthly brown she folded her arms tightly against her chest. "Investigation huh? Well you're doing a piss poor job to be perfectly honest with you. If it takes you this long to react to saving someone who is not human about to get raped and murdered, i hate to see how you fair with the mortals." She spoke, popping her hip out to the right as she chewed the inside of her cheek.
Brown eyes fell upon the corpse that she had previously been captured by, nothing but anger flooded her being. Why did these people feel it necessary to try to erase the existence of people like herself? What even gave them the right to play gods in a world that could very well survive with their own gods to guide them? A brow rose at the werewolf's choice of words before she looked away, her eyes casting to the scenery of her surroundings. The green that dulled to a light shade of black in the dark of the night. The soft cool breeze that hissed through the leaves as the scent of pine and limestone carried it's way to her senses.
"You don't have to leave because you got here late, i just am a cautious person. Comes with the territory, this douche just jumped me is all." Kicking the corpse slightly she sighed after a moment as she began to pace. What did she do to deserve this? She was careful with her meals, making sure the bodies were never found and if they did she made sure that it didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary. Then again she went after people that not many would miss, the rapist. The terrorists, the pedophiles. she didn't go after people who mattered no. She went after the people that mattered less. the ones that liked to take the lives of others, sure they weren't what made her stomach full at night sometimes. But it made the world a better place some nights, so why was she being attacked.
As her thoughts fogged her processes, she only barely heard the male wolf had said before glancing at him briefly. "What? Eh never mind, he wasn't important. Anyway, what brings an officer like yourself into these neck of the woods. Yes, i already know you're a werewolf so you don't have to pretend human in order to keep your little facade thing going on." Crouching down she stared at the ID in the male's hands before plucking the leather wallet upon the ground. wrinkling her nose as her fingers touched almost dried blood. Opening it she saw a picture of a family, the photograph a bit worn out to the year of 1978 written in the back. A frown formed upon the she wolf's lips as she ran her fingers over the two children that were happily clinging to their mother as the smile of the hunter was staring back at her. The picture was haunting and set a sickening shiver down her spine.
"He had a family. He was hunting me down because... he probably lost his family to my kind... or to a kind, i don't know but... nobody just hunts people down without a reason... right?" She asked out loud before sighing as she tucked the picture back into the wallet. Setting it upon the chest of the corpse, staring at the gaping hole in his neck that she had made due to protecting herself. bam son ♡
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Jul 27, 2016 14:56:50 GMT -6
Post by FAITH BLACKFEATHER on Jul 27, 2016 14:56:50 GMT -6
Don't come on quietly when you draw near Don't go on lightly Don't leave me here I wither quickly in winter's cold, but carry onward like I was told.
And I wait for a sign
Faith, never claimed to be an actual hero. He just lived by the lawfulness that he and others enforced. It was a certain way of life. Being an officer of the law. Many people looked up to him, in the department. He had risen through the ranks rather quickly. Being an ex-hunter also helped his cause. So, when she talked about his slowness to react-- he shrugged it off. He was out here in the wilderness to let the wolf free. As he gained a foothold, he spoke rather calmly. “I know my reaction time was poor. I’m actually out here, just letting the wolf have a little freedom. I am an officer of the law. Nothing to do with the body, I suppose. Besides, it looks like an animal did it. The police force will look pass it.” Faith, only spoke the truth. He had encountered many lycan based attacks. Ruling them out as animal attacks.
Although, he couldn’t deny that simple fact, that more and more crimes were being committed by supernatural creatures. It bothered him, that all he could do is say that the crimes were suspicious. He sighed softly, and turned his eyes to campfire. This hunter had been out here for certain amount of time. He had even settled in a tent. This person was living out here. Although, it was her words that got to him. Having a family, and turning to this way of life. Faith’s voice carried on the wind. “I can understand. Not everyone chooses the life of a hunter. It least I know this firsthand. Considering, him and I weren’t that different once. I killed my fair share. It doesn’t take much for good men, to become desperate.” After all, he had severed a religious order back in Russia. Once he had been bitten by a lycan, he had been exiled by the church.
“However, I’ve devoted my life for correcting my mistakes. That’s why I joined the police force, and eventually became a detective. Not that it really matters to you.” His eyes remained on the fire. His right hand reached for the wooden crucifix around his neck. It was the only reminder of home that he carried with him. Even in wolf form, it remained around his neck. Faith, however, questioned his God now. It was more of a comfort to him. He wasn’t sure about anything anymore. It was through others, that he found a goodness worth fighting for. The heart of one person, could change anything. It was progress that he sought out. Somehow, their needed to be a balance between the supernatural world, and the mortals. After all, Faith lived amongst them. Keeping this true lycanthrope nature hidden.
He had only recently opened up to his partner about it. She also had supernatural blood in her veins. A cool wind blew through the trees, and rustled the leaves in the nearby trees. His mind shifted back to the present. His head turning, and eyes addressing the wound that had been afflicted by the silver bullet. Calmly, he spoke, “Anything I can do to help?” Faith would probably regret stating the obvious, but he wore his heart on his sleeve.
Brown hues focused on the wound. After all, he knew that silver was fatal to their kind. He was a rouge werewolf. Without a pack, and even after all this time. He still didn’t understand the purpose of a pack. In fact, she was the first werewolf that he had come across in a long time. His eyes shifted back the fire. His mind was gradually going over many answers. Had he killed, recently? No, he wasn’t a tireless killer. He only killed other animals. However, in his past, he had killed humans. When he couldn’t control the wolf. “If you want, I can leave. You seem to be able to handle yourself.”
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Aug 30, 2016 21:05:44 GMT -6
Post by ROSEMARY BYSTROM on Aug 30, 2016 21:05:44 GMT -6
moon of my life Rose sighed as she crouched there, staring at the corpse before her with disdain. Her golden eyes fading back to that hazel green gold color they had been prior to her merge with her inner wolf before her eyes fell upon the male. "Well considering that i have silver dug into my leg i figure... that you'd help regardless if i'd try to push you away. But seeing that you're one of my kind i won't be all... well... lone wolfy and let you help so." Her attention drew back to the deceased hunter and sighed at the male's words.
Eyes shooting up when me mentioned he was a hunter as well, before slowly pushing herself to her feet. Her left hand clasping her thigh as the pain shot through it. The cool breeze felt nice against her partially naked skin before she glanced back at the male wolf before her. "So you hunted our kind as well? Killed innocent people? Destroyed families because one being was supernatural or all of them were? Does it matter what we are? I'm sick and tired of people taking one look at me and seeing this bitch on two legs. It's insulting." Raking her fingers through her brown hair, eyes flashed to her surroundings. Making sure there wasn't more of this "reformed" hunter before her eyes returned upon him. Keeping him at a distance as she was on the defensive due to that little detail of him used to being a hunter.
The crackling of the flames distracted Rose to the flickering light, finding a calmness about it due to all the times in the past where she had to huddle by a fire to keep warm during cold nights. Times where she was still in search of her father, wondering who he was. What he was when she didn't even know she was a growing pup... how the blackouts used to scare her before she gained control and became one with her wolf.
Blinking back to reality at his words, her eyes fell to the veins collecting around her wound as she thought to herself. Should she let him help her? After all what if he wasn't as reformed as he was mentioning and was just going to lure her into finish the job that his hunter buddy failed to do. Chewing her bottom lip in indecision she sighed, she didn't know how to approach this without sounding a bit bitchy about it. Granted she was in pain. "Well you could take me to one of those doctors that aren't afraid to treat a supernatural... much less a werewolf that is half naked and needing clothes. But other then that, you're right i can pretty much take care of myself." She spoke trying to tough it up before wincing as she applied pressure upon her wounded leg, hopping toward a nearby tree she leaned against it as she watched him cautiously. Crossing her arms as she did so. sorry for the wait, computer issues ♡
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Sept 1, 2016 12:44:02 GMT -6
Post by FAITH BLACKFEATHER on Sept 1, 2016 12:44:02 GMT -6
Let me wash away the painful words I wrote We can smother out the flames within my soul No more standing by the way that I believe We can smother out the flames
Faith always tried to do the right thing. That meant putting others before his one desires and news, as she talked about the killing of nameless families and people-- it sparked some controversy within the rouge lycan. Calmly he spoke, but honestly clung to his words. “Yes. To clarify, yes, I killed because I had been raised to see nothing but the worse in the supernatural world. I was merciless. However, after being exiled by my family, and spending centuries alone, I changed. I’ve witnessed unprecedented good amongst the supernatural world.” His eyes watched the crackling and inspiring dance of the nearby flames. His eyes fell on the fire, and he spoke again. “Watching my family members die, one by one, it caused nothing but heartache.” His mind went over the contorted images of his mother and father, seeing that look of hatred in their eyes for what he had become. Faith, even back then had a good heart, but it had been misguided. “I will admit, I was misguided.” His eyes turned to a gold coloration, as he glanced back at the female wolf. “When I look at you, I don’t see a monster. Just someone trying to live. When we look past the justifications, there is more good then bad. Sometimes, we just find ourselves only seeing the horrific aspects. When we do that, I suppose anyone can commit horrible acts. Murder is murder.” His words came out rather softly, enough so that she could hear. Faith wasn’t a martyr, but he had experienced much in the last three hundred years alone. It was because of people like his partner Ade, and best friend Ava, or Charity, that Faith had turned around. The police force had also done so much good.
His eyes turned back to their normal brown coloration. He spoke again, “If you want, I know a doctor who can treat your wound.” He sighed softly, “After all, it’s the least I can do.” His words held compassion, he only hoped that this female wolf would understand his position, knowing exactly where he was coming from. Faith was an honest man, he lived by his morals. It was one of the reasons for why he had so many good friends. Because of Faith, others tended to see the good within him. Years of being alone could do that to any soul. Where it hardened most hearts, Faith had always worn his heart on his sleeve. The results tended to be good. Gently, he grasped the wooden crucifix that Charity had made him many centuries ago. It was the only thing that had kept him going all these years. Now Charity had walked back into his life. The one person who knew Faith well. He was sure that if someone had been in his shoes, that they would have done the same as he did.
He spoke again, “My vehicle is parked a little ways from here.” He had left his car parked somewhere nearby in the parking lot. The wind wiped through the trees, carrying a rather cool breeze, automatically, he knew that autumn was coming. The sound of crickets, and the crackling fire brought a sense of peace to the wayward lycan. Doing good for others, was something that he lived for. In a certain way, he had inspired others. Around the police department, he was held with high regards. Everyone in the police community knew about Faith. Ten years ago, he and enrolled in the police academy. Quickly, he rose through the ranks, starting out as an officer. Eventually, he became a homicide detective. He wore the badge and gun with full honors. Yet, somehow, he still felt like something was missing. This corpse that laid on the ground looked like an animal had ripped through it. Faith sighed, instinctively, he went over to the tent. He found a sheet. With little hesitation, Faith proceeded to lay the sheet over the man’s body. It was the small amount of dignity that he would return to the hunter. After all Faith remembered the lifestyle, it was a life full of hardships. You never knew what the next day would hold. Faith had gotten off lucky, because of the religious order back in Russia that he had been brought up with. Again, he sighed softly and his gaze fell on the female wolf.
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