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Bronze
tracked Runa leaving, marking her path and direction Bronze turned toward the parking area that was in front of the bed and breakfast, Seeing if he could get a glimpse of the owner of the Harley parked there. He had heard it earlier, but this was his first time actually getting a view of the license plate. Repeating the line of numbers and letters repeatly, he committed it to memory. Never hurts, he thought to himself as a low rumble emitted from his stomach. Breaking his concentration on surveying the bike and surrounding area for the owner, he glance ruefully down at Celeste "Wonder whats for breakfast this morning" he asked to her in a wondering voice, drool slightly gathering at the corners of his mouth. He loved to eat, found it greatly satisfying to have a full stomach. Either during a hunt or a meal at the table, he would never turn down a meal. He would have to talk to John about the menu in the future.
Hearing a movements off from the side, the timing couldn't be better for Bronze. His stomach was telling him that it felted unloved, since the back got a massage, it should get to massage itself. And he knew how to rub it the right way. Turning to Kleo with a huge grin on his face at her words, he knelt and with sure movements picked up Celeste in his arms, holding her within the crook of his arm like a exquisitely made china doll and waving at tyrone with the other hand. "We all know what why we are gather here today, let's go get that food" Right as those words came out of his mouth, he would think about this moment and grimace in agony over such words in days to come. For out of the back of the bed and breakfast strode Niall. He had a serious look going on at the moment. With a quizzical gaze at the Cycle, he turned it to Niall walking up to the Cabin.
Hearing Niall's words, without changing expression, Bronze felt his stomach clench slightly in agony for it knew it desires would have placed on hold. With a sniff of the tempting smell coming from the kitchen, He placated his stomach with the aroma's floating around him, promising that it will get its fill in due time. "So whats the situation? Biker get lost or something Niall?" he inquired.
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Bronze Zahi Brighton
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Meeting Kleo eyes spark something in Bronze, making his heart skipped a beat in his chest. She had this glow about her that he found instantly appealing. It was one of the first thing's about her that had attracted his attention when they had first met. Slipping his arms through her arms and around her back, he shortly felt her hands rubbing his back. Tilting his head back slightly, his eyes close slightly in relief that was been emitted from the smoothing motions made on his back. Listening to her gentle scolding, Bronze responded absent-mindedly tone he replied back to her "It never ends" for this had become a ritual of sorts. His sleeping habits on the counter in the store, then the scolding that promptly came with the massage. He didn't do it on purpose, But it had happened enough times that he started to see the bright side of these one men sleepover's he seemed to manage to find himself in.
Head still tilted slightly upwards he concentrated on her words, listening to the soft words spoken to him, he gesture with one elbow at the direction the Cabin that they resided in was, marking off Tyrone in the little checklist in his head, wondering what to do about the name that hadn't been check off yet. Giving himself a tiny mental shrug, he would search for her in a few hours after breakfast. Being a child, Celeste would get hungry and head back when she grew hungry enough. Catching back up to what Kleo next spoke of, Bronze turned his head toward where leader was. Mentally evaluating what tasks still needed done at this moment, he felt the warmth of Kleo draw away from him. Watching her walk back inside, he couldn't help but grin at the prospect of waking up Tyrone. Many of times he had gone to wake up Tyrone, only for it to turn into a pillow fight. "throw a pillow for me" speaking to the that was quickly disappearing into the cabin.
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Standing on the porch, Bronze was monitoring the area around the bed and breakfast, noting the bike parked outside. Spotting movement, he watch Elise moving toward the building, confirming his belief that there was no need to rush over at the moment since she was also there now. Still observing, he hear sounds coming down the street, seeing a pair hand in hand walking down it. Instantly recognizing the duo, he flashed a smile toward them both as they strode closer. Still smiling, Bronze crouch down to her level, waving back energetically back and forth. "Good morning Miss Celeste, Hope you hungry. We're going be collecting breakfast with Kleo once she wakes up sleepy-head." Inclining his head slightly up, he welcomed his other visitor "Runa, how are you today? Hope the shop still running smoothly, Just give a holler if you need something"
Whew, mission accomplish. Post done. Haven't done this in awhile, So bare with it for a bit please :D
Arms beneath his head, Bronze tilted his head slightly up in a grimace hearing a sound he knew all to familiar. The industrial size fridge press up against the back wall, taking a full three quarter's of the wall space hummed to life, vibrating lowly in the background.The motion from the head triggering a bolt of pain in his lower spine from sleeping on the counter in the store. Pushing upwards with his elbows to straighten up even more, he looked around his shop again for the hundredth time in the past few days. Everything was in neat order, the shelf's lining the walls while other stands fill with goods and items were throughout the store. The industrial size fridge that was situated on the back wall, taking a full three quarter's of the wall space hummed to life, vibrating lowly in the background. Ignoring the pain in his back, he begun pushing up even more, swinging his legs over the counter, fully sitting upright with the motion. Gently massaging his back, he quickly jumped off the polished top of the counter, landing lightly on the floor. With a shake of a body, Bronze loosed up all the cramps and aches that had he had accumulated throughout the night while sleeping on such a surface. He had slept on worse, but now at least he had something to look forward to after sleeping like this. Kleo's Massages.
"A blacksmiths hand's are something not part of this world" Bronze thought to himself. Just remembering the those shapely fine fingers sparked a shudder and a dreamy smile across his face. With a slight shake to his head, he got back on track to what lay ahead. With a glance down, the goofy grin that he still had spread from thinking of Kleo quickly morphed into a wry smile at the wrinkles in the Tan cargo pants. "Appearances" silently mused bronze. Turning toward the The only other door besides the front entrance, he strode toward the closed-door at the back. Neatly surrounded by it was the book section. Filled to the brim with books. Countless books of this regions were here, along with different maps and information about the surrounding area and a wider area still. He would loan them out to any who asked, keeping careful track of who took what. Reaching the door, he push softly past the swinging door, steering through several crates and such obstacles to reach his desk. While strolling past the desk heading toward one of the cabinet's next to the desk, he gave a routine glance over the desk. Noting that everything was still neatly align just the way he had it the night before, he opened one of drawer's, pulling out a neatly folded set of cloths. Quickly changing, he hung up his other clothes on a rack in the corner. Settling in the clothes, he quickly trotted through the crates once again, he went out the back door, pushing open the screen door quickly stepping down the step's. With a slow measured pace, he scanned the surrounding area, twitching his nose in the air he filter through the scents that assailed him. Nothing setting off alarms in his head, he quickly set off toward the cabin Kleo's
Checking the watch on his wrist, he sped up even more. Kleo wouldn't be happy if he missed breakfast with Tyrone and Celeste. Though they could always be gone by the time he came back. He didn't always sleep in the store, but sometimes he just fell asleep while listening to the sounds through the front window's. Thoughts of the counter and the pain he had felt this morning brought Kleo face swirling through his mind. He felt pleased with his mate, being strong yet soft in her way. Turning a corner to get on the main street, he spied a figure in the near distance. Straight as an arrow shot from a bow he went to her side. Taking note that she looked a little uneasy, he quietly walked up toward her. Lightly brushing her hand, reassuring her that he was here, he looked around to see if the cubs were in sight. "Don't see Celeste or Tyrone around. They still sleeping?" Bronze murmured in a quiet tone directed toward his mate.
"A blacksmiths hand's are something not part of this world" Bronze thought to himself. Just remembering the those shapely fine fingers sparked a shudder and a dreamy smile across his face. With a slight shake to his head, he got back on track to what lay ahead. With a glance down, the goofy grin that he still had spread from thinking of Kleo quickly morphed into a wry smile at the wrinkles in the Tan cargo pants. "Appearances" silently mused bronze. Turning toward the The only other door besides the front entrance, he strode toward the closed-door at the back. Neatly surrounded by it was the book section. Filled to the brim with books. Countless books of this regions were here, along with different maps and information about the surrounding area and a wider area still. He would loan them out to any who asked, keeping careful track of who took what. Reaching the door, he push softly past the swinging door, steering through several crates and such obstacles to reach his desk. While strolling past the desk heading toward one of the cabinet's next to the desk, he gave a routine glance over the desk. Noting that everything was still neatly align just the way he had it the night before, he opened one of drawer's, pulling out a neatly folded set of cloths. Quickly changing, he hung up his other clothes on a rack in the corner. Settling in the clothes, he quickly trotted through the crates once again, he went out the back door, pushing open the screen door quickly stepping down the step's. With a slow measured pace, he scanned the surrounding area, twitching his nose in the air he filter through the scents that assailed him. Nothing setting off alarms in his head, he quickly set off toward the cabin Kleo's
Checking the watch on his wrist, he sped up even more. Kleo wouldn't be happy if he missed breakfast with Tyrone and Celeste. Though they could always be gone by the time he came back. He didn't always sleep in the store, but sometimes he just fell asleep while listening to the sounds through the front window's. Thoughts of the counter and the pain he had felt this morning brought Kleo face swirling through his mind. He felt pleased with his mate, being strong yet soft in her way. Turning a corner to get on the main street, he spied a figure in the near distance. Straight as an arrow shot from a bow he went to her side. Taking note that she looked a little uneasy, he quietly walked up toward her. Lightly brushing her hand, reassuring her that he was here, he looked around to see if the cubs were in sight. "Don't see Celeste or Tyrone around. They still sleeping?" Bronze murmured in a quiet tone directed toward his mate.
Name:Bronze Zahi Brighton
Gender:Male
Age:28
Rank:Beta Male
Trade: Merchant/General Store Keeper
mate:Kleo Daniels
Pups:Tyrone Daniels(adopted) & Celeste Forrester-Daniels (adopted)
Upright Appearance:
Canine Appearance:
Personality: Bronze has a straight forward way of seeing the world. He always has a vibrant smile at hand to dissolve situations that arises, though it seemed to have dimmed somewhat due to events in his past. He takes his responsibility's seriously, keeping his word when given. He loves challenges, and follows after them with single minded purpose till said task is done. He is easy to talk to, enjoying company of others and never judging them till he has his own opinion of said person. He has a pessimistic thoughts at times, though he usually keeps it to himself.
History: Bronze parents were named Jerry and Lisa Brighton. They belonged to a pack that was mostly centered in Northern Canada, roaming the very edges of Civilizations, avoiding hunters that seemed to be constantly on their trail. He never met his father, for he had been slain before he was born, through he proud of his papa, for his mama told him many tales about him and his bravery. He spent five years on the run with his pack. Through it was nightmarish, he would always treasure the time they spent together with his pack, though it didn't last, for in the sixth year his mama had been caught, never seeing her son again. After that, the pack grew smaller at a even faster rate. The last of the pack, two females and himself, aimed for the states to get away from the hunters. Somehow the hunters knew their destination, setting up a trap. The last of his pack, the two he was with, died on the border, getting him across on a train and setting him up with money and addresses that he could use to hide before kissing his cheek in goodbye as they placed him in a container smuggling him on the train bound for Denver. Years later found him still wandering around the states, passing through packs and cities, trying to find a place in this world where the hunted could find peace. He found the blue ridge pack After years of wondering. He still not sure if staying put in one place is good, but he was sick of always moving and decided with join the pack.
Extra: He likes going by the nickname Zay. And he plan's on opening a bar in the future.
Gender:Male
Age:28
Rank:Beta Male
Trade: Merchant/General Store Keeper
mate:Kleo Daniels
Pups:Tyrone Daniels(adopted) & Celeste Forrester-Daniels (adopted)
Upright Appearance:
Canine Appearance:
He is a large wolf, weighting in at 58kg with a length of 1.9m from nose to tailPersonality: Bronze has a straight forward way of seeing the world. He always has a vibrant smile at hand to dissolve situations that arises, though it seemed to have dimmed somewhat due to events in his past. He takes his responsibility's seriously, keeping his word when given. He loves challenges, and follows after them with single minded purpose till said task is done. He is easy to talk to, enjoying company of others and never judging them till he has his own opinion of said person. He has a pessimistic thoughts at times, though he usually keeps it to himself.
History: Bronze parents were named Jerry and Lisa Brighton. They belonged to a pack that was mostly centered in Northern Canada, roaming the very edges of Civilizations, avoiding hunters that seemed to be constantly on their trail. He never met his father, for he had been slain before he was born, through he proud of his papa, for his mama told him many tales about him and his bravery. He spent five years on the run with his pack. Through it was nightmarish, he would always treasure the time they spent together with his pack, though it didn't last, for in the sixth year his mama had been caught, never seeing her son again. After that, the pack grew smaller at a even faster rate. The last of the pack, two females and himself, aimed for the states to get away from the hunters. Somehow the hunters knew their destination, setting up a trap. The last of his pack, the two he was with, died on the border, getting him across on a train and setting him up with money and addresses that he could use to hide before kissing his cheek in goodbye as they placed him in a container smuggling him on the train bound for Denver. Years later found him still wandering around the states, passing through packs and cities, trying to find a place in this world where the hunted could find peace. He found the blue ridge pack After years of wondering. He still not sure if staying put in one place is good, but he was sick of always moving and decided with join the pack.
Extra: He likes going by the nickname Zay. And he plan's on opening a bar in the future.
Name:Bronze Zahi Brighton
Gender:Male
Age:28
Rank:Beta
Trade: Merchant/General Store Keeper
Upright Appearance:
Canine Appearance:
Personality: Bronze has a straight forward way of seeing the world. He always has a vibrant smile at hand to dissolve situations that arises, though it seemed to have dimmed somewhat due to events in his past. He takes his responsibility's seriously, keeping his word when given. He loves challenges, and follows after them with single minded purpose till said task is done. He is easy to talk to, enjoying company of others and never judging them till he has his own opinion of said person. He has a pessimistic thoughts at times, though he usually keeps it to himself.
History: Bronze parents were named Jerry and Lisa Brighton. They belonged to a pack that was mostly centered in Northern Canada, roaming the very edges of Civilizations, avoiding hunters that seemed to be constantly on their trail. He never met his father, for he had been slain before he was born, through he proud of his papa, for his mama told him many tales about him and his bravery. He spent five years on the run with his pack. Through it was nightmarish, he would always treasure the time they spent together with his pack, though it didn't last, for in the sixth year his mama had been caught, never seeing her son again. After that, the pack grew smaller at a even faster rate. The last of the pack, two females and himself, aimed for the states to get away from the hunters. Somehow the hunters knew their destination, setting up a trap. The last of his pack, the two he was with, died on the border, getting him across on a train and setting him up with money and addresses that he could use to hide before kissing his cheek in goodbye as they placed him in a container smuggling him on the train bound for Denver. Years later found him still wandering around the states, passing through packs and cities, trying to find a place in this world where the hunted could find peace. He found the blue ridge pack After years of wondering. He still not sure if staying put in one place is good, but he was sick of always moving and decided with join the pack.
Extra: He likes going by the nickname Zay. And he plan's on opening a bar in the future.
Gender:Male
Age:28
Rank:Beta
Trade: Merchant/General Store Keeper
Upright Appearance:
Canine Appearance:
Personality: Bronze has a straight forward way of seeing the world. He always has a vibrant smile at hand to dissolve situations that arises, though it seemed to have dimmed somewhat due to events in his past. He takes his responsibility's seriously, keeping his word when given. He loves challenges, and follows after them with single minded purpose till said task is done. He is easy to talk to, enjoying company of others and never judging them till he has his own opinion of said person. He has a pessimistic thoughts at times, though he usually keeps it to himself.
History: Bronze parents were named Jerry and Lisa Brighton. They belonged to a pack that was mostly centered in Northern Canada, roaming the very edges of Civilizations, avoiding hunters that seemed to be constantly on their trail. He never met his father, for he had been slain before he was born, through he proud of his papa, for his mama told him many tales about him and his bravery. He spent five years on the run with his pack. Through it was nightmarish, he would always treasure the time they spent together with his pack, though it didn't last, for in the sixth year his mama had been caught, never seeing her son again. After that, the pack grew smaller at a even faster rate. The last of the pack, two females and himself, aimed for the states to get away from the hunters. Somehow the hunters knew their destination, setting up a trap. The last of his pack, the two he was with, died on the border, getting him across on a train and setting him up with money and addresses that he could use to hide before kissing his cheek in goodbye as they placed him in a container smuggling him on the train bound for Denver. Years later found him still wandering around the states, passing through packs and cities, trying to find a place in this world where the hunted could find peace. He found the blue ridge pack After years of wondering. He still not sure if staying put in one place is good, but he was sick of always moving and decided with join the pack.
Extra: He likes going by the nickname Zay. And he plan's on opening a bar in the future.
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