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Woahwaitholdon what was the newest post about? some sort of street brawl? *confused*
The look of Walker's surprise clearly told the pack how unexpected the welcome was. He revelled in it, lifting his head up with pride, content solely with the fact that his pack -did- respect him after all. Even Svan made a semi-accepting comment, and that was all Walker could really ask for of the she-wolf. However, it was Mikhail's words that really made Walker's day - he felt as if his chest was going to burst. It was, by far, one of the happiest moments in Walker's life as a werewolf.
Aaaand then he spotted Niall and Natalia.
His head lowered down and his lip twitched involuntarily, briefly revealing his teeth. There was no growl, but his hackles raised and his body tensed up. Despite the silence from Walker (It was one thing for Walker to open up his telepathic barrier, but it was foolish to even think that Walker would reply) his body language did the talking for him. Never before had there been a clearer demonstration of "I don't trust you and stay the hell away from me" stance, but then again, what else would you expect from Walker?
At the very least, however, he trusted Ivan and Mikhail, two of the strongest, to keep these new ones off his tail. Briefly, he dipped his head in subtle apology to Ivan for getting all uppity about his daughter, hoping that he'd understand that it was natural for Walker to assume the worst possible outcome and prepare for it instead of getting caught unaware.
As a show of respect for the muttpack's decision and to avoid any further conflict, Walker inhaled deeply, a myriad of scents becoming separate and categorized into different animals in the recesses of Walker's mind. He opened his amber eyes and surveyed the surroundings, completely ignoring the muttpack, and picked it out - some upturned dirt, a few broken twigs, perhaps three metres away from where Walker stood.
Walker flicked his tail - he found the muttpack's prey for the evening, and expected them to follow him if they wanted a meal. Walker trotted off, passing the hoofprint of what appears to be a large buck judging by the depth of the print and the distance between each track.
Aaaand then he spotted Niall and Natalia.
His head lowered down and his lip twitched involuntarily, briefly revealing his teeth. There was no growl, but his hackles raised and his body tensed up. Despite the silence from Walker (It was one thing for Walker to open up his telepathic barrier, but it was foolish to even think that Walker would reply) his body language did the talking for him. Never before had there been a clearer demonstration of "I don't trust you and stay the hell away from me" stance, but then again, what else would you expect from Walker?
At the very least, however, he trusted Ivan and Mikhail, two of the strongest, to keep these new ones off his tail. Briefly, he dipped his head in subtle apology to Ivan for getting all uppity about his daughter, hoping that he'd understand that it was natural for Walker to assume the worst possible outcome and prepare for it instead of getting caught unaware.
As a show of respect for the muttpack's decision and to avoid any further conflict, Walker inhaled deeply, a myriad of scents becoming separate and categorized into different animals in the recesses of Walker's mind. He opened his amber eyes and surveyed the surroundings, completely ignoring the muttpack, and picked it out - some upturned dirt, a few broken twigs, perhaps three metres away from where Walker stood.
Walker flicked his tail - he found the muttpack's prey for the evening, and expected them to follow him if they wanted a meal. Walker trotted off, passing the hoofprint of what appears to be a large buck judging by the depth of the print and the distance between each track.
I'm still around! Just...waiting for the tournament to end.
Archangel89 said
How was I supposed to know...to me you just look like a needle and thread XD
A very feminine needle and thread, mind you.
Archangel89 said
Well if Stiches had something to do with my shitty internet, then yes its all his fault XD
His?!
I am female!
And I may or may not have had something to do with your internet. Anyways, are we moving along? This tournament is taking a while, I can smell the RP becoming stale...who are we waiting on?
We have been waiting for a few weeks now, there is a point where we have to put our foot down and move on else the RP will end up dying.
Methinks we need to timeskip.
Where'd everybody go? Just couldn't handle me being gone, eh?
tsubasa said
Tension is always good in RPs. Sure you want happy go lucky but it is never really fun unless there is a roller coaster of happy go lucky and unease.
Go for it, mate, Walker needs a bully. Check my post - i went into unnecessary detail to make it known for pack members on what to expect from Walker. He is a grumpy git, sure, but also socially awkward and scared of people seeing him like this.
He's a loveable grumpy git, though...Haven got the reaction just right. Insult him right now, but I would like a couple people to be excited about Old uncle Walker joining in the fun and games.
Tablet is dying, won't reply for a while. Cya guys!
Mikhail, he was one of the few to hear Walker's telepathic speech. As far as Walker was concerned, he was one of those who trusted him, had faith. Saw past the weakness and the blood flowing in rivers and saw Walker's true talent...at least, he liked to think Mikhail saw it. Best damn tracker in the muttpack, doesn't matter who else takes that role for themselves because they are "BIG UNT STRONK" enough to actually kill what they find. Walker sees it first. Human and wolf, Walker always sees it first and puts the clues together.
Mikhail has the patience to listen to Walker, and he has the sense to take Walker's observations into consideration. As a reward of sorts, Mikhail is able to hear Walker's warnings first and can choose to warn the others if he felt like it because, to be frank, Walker didn't. He always got so...angry, so angry, as a wolf. A dim voice in Walker's head told him he'd be better come the morning, but he felt like someone was stomping on his foot constantly and laughing in his face.
Walker peered at Mikhail steadily as he asked again why Walker fought the change. And Walker's voice came out into Mikhail's mind, clear and calm and sorrowful, a smooth mixture of English tones that always carried a weariness and grief in their syllables. "Again, Mikhail...I fight it because it ruined me. We claw over our body and leave marks of our disgust with each other on our flesh. I've told you once, I'll tell you again...I'm sitting on the back of a monster, and tonight I lost grip of the reins."
Mikhail offered to hunt. Again, he probably saw the rabbit meat on his paws and knew the answer, but he tried anyways. He said something that intrigued Walker a little. The others see him as family? Walker hardly ever sticks close to the muttpack unless they approach him, but..they still love him like a brother? Walker wondered if it was true.
Mikhail left Walker to ponder over it. He crashed into the bushes and howled, going wolf just as Haven's voice started to approach Walker's head - and was cut out just as quickly. A wall of silence, a clear signal that Walker would not talk, and a gut instinct in Haven that says Walker didn't hear her. Walker shuddered in pain. He felt the hot blood on his shoulders, still oozing, still running. Walker pondered for a bit.
A few minutes later, Walker's dark coat melted into view a few metres away from the muttpack, his sad amber eyes calmly observerving the introduction of Niall to the muttpack, and Mikhail rallying the pack for a hunt. This was rare, really rare, for Walker to approach his muttpack as a wolf.
For some, especially the younger ones, this may be a pleasant surprise as it's common knowledge that Walker is constantly worried his 'lone wolf' attitude is alienating him from the muttpack. He doesn't talk about it, but it's clear by the way he tries to fight out of his shell every so often to prove he still likes the muttpack - moments like this one, for example.
Walker shifted his weight awkwardly and dipped his head. He trembled a little, his tail brushing between his legs (Walker wasn't good at hiding his emotions as a wolf) before the thick wall of silence lifted.
For the first time, Walker let everyone save for Niall into his head to talk to him telepathically. He waited nervously for insults and threats whilst hoping for words of encouragement and happy greetings.
Mikhail has the patience to listen to Walker, and he has the sense to take Walker's observations into consideration. As a reward of sorts, Mikhail is able to hear Walker's warnings first and can choose to warn the others if he felt like it because, to be frank, Walker didn't. He always got so...angry, so angry, as a wolf. A dim voice in Walker's head told him he'd be better come the morning, but he felt like someone was stomping on his foot constantly and laughing in his face.
Walker peered at Mikhail steadily as he asked again why Walker fought the change. And Walker's voice came out into Mikhail's mind, clear and calm and sorrowful, a smooth mixture of English tones that always carried a weariness and grief in their syllables. "Again, Mikhail...I fight it because it ruined me. We claw over our body and leave marks of our disgust with each other on our flesh. I've told you once, I'll tell you again...I'm sitting on the back of a monster, and tonight I lost grip of the reins."
Mikhail offered to hunt. Again, he probably saw the rabbit meat on his paws and knew the answer, but he tried anyways. He said something that intrigued Walker a little. The others see him as family? Walker hardly ever sticks close to the muttpack unless they approach him, but..they still love him like a brother? Walker wondered if it was true.
Mikhail left Walker to ponder over it. He crashed into the bushes and howled, going wolf just as Haven's voice started to approach Walker's head - and was cut out just as quickly. A wall of silence, a clear signal that Walker would not talk, and a gut instinct in Haven that says Walker didn't hear her. Walker shuddered in pain. He felt the hot blood on his shoulders, still oozing, still running. Walker pondered for a bit.
A few minutes later, Walker's dark coat melted into view a few metres away from the muttpack, his sad amber eyes calmly observerving the introduction of Niall to the muttpack, and Mikhail rallying the pack for a hunt. This was rare, really rare, for Walker to approach his muttpack as a wolf.
For some, especially the younger ones, this may be a pleasant surprise as it's common knowledge that Walker is constantly worried his 'lone wolf' attitude is alienating him from the muttpack. He doesn't talk about it, but it's clear by the way he tries to fight out of his shell every so often to prove he still likes the muttpack - moments like this one, for example.
Walker shifted his weight awkwardly and dipped his head. He trembled a little, his tail brushing between his legs (Walker wasn't good at hiding his emotions as a wolf) before the thick wall of silence lifted.
For the first time, Walker let everyone save for Niall into his head to talk to him telepathically. He waited nervously for insults and threats whilst hoping for words of encouragement and happy greetings.
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