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Your muscles tense and they begin to shake as your wolf side slowly draws you towards one side, your true nature, good or evil, slowly reveals itself as you make your decision. Which side will you choose? Will you choose the path of light and good? Or the path of dark and evil?

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Pouring Out My Soul [Open]

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1 Pouring Out My Soul [Open] on Wed Mar 27, 2013 5:04 pm

    The soft sound of pounding rain eluded her senses as she her way down the sidewalk, her hood pulled up to avoid from getting her gelled hair wet. The droplets gently rolled down the silky fabric of her jacket as Mercedes continued to walk. The silver flecked eyes that lay inset her frail face were trained on the ground, their depths searching for answers the ground could not offer her. Little beads of light from the portentous street lamps glared defiantly down into the forming puddles. The quiet squishing noise of her flats was oddly reassuring. Although she knew that her socks and jeans were entirely soaked, she continued her leisure stroll. The scent of the falling rain was helping her clear her mind. The nightmare had come from her wolf side. They always did. It had been the same face as all her other nightmares. Joel, the man she had watched from afar. Mercedes didn’t know at the time that it was stalking. She was young, and in love. Yet, she hadn’t breathed a word to him. Had never met him. He didn’t even know she existed. He had always been on her mind since the fateful night that changed her life. The night he died. Mercy felt her breath catch at the memory of his passed. Her mourning returned to her and her enchanting eyes glazed over as the images of her past captivated her very being.

    She swore to the very god she didn’t know existed that she hadn’t been the one who had ended his life. He had been much too dear to her. He was like her pup, or at least that was what her wolf side considered him to be. In truth, Mercedes had loved him, in her own twisted way. Her cream and black wolf self had watched him every day for seven years, starting at nine years old. Then he had got his first girlfriend. Mercy remembered the jealousy that had run through her veins. It had tainted her view on life, set an anger in her that she had never known. She had shifted into a human for the first time since she was six. Mercy could never remember what it was like being a human. It had been too long. She had been a wolf too long. So, unaware of modesty, the bloody, entrancing, and unclothed girl scaled his house side easily. She swiftly found his window and entered. There he lay, peacefully on his bed. His eyelids were tinted a slight purple, like the sunset on a cold winter night. His hair was a gleaming golden color, like liquid honey. His lips were pulled into a loose smile of dreaming.

    Mercedes broke away from the memories before they could further affect her. Her lips were already quivering, her body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. Mercy brought her hand to her lips, remembering why she had come to New York in the first place. She had left her homeland of Ireland and Adam to forget about Joel and what had happened to him. Also, to become more human. Already, many of the human customs were confusing her. Why did everyone wear clothing? Mercy’s wolf self had never felt modest, and it was a new feeling to her. She felt that everyone was beautiful in their own skin, why not show it. Of course, it had been this very thought that was liable to get her in trouble in New York. Also, the topic of food was something she never really understood. There was always an endless supply here. Mercedes didn’t even really enjoy food. If she didn’t have to eat, she didn’t. It was this philosophy that had resulted in her being delicate and bird-like in appearance. Since moving, however, she had begun eating more and started filling out. Whereas she would always be cursed with a frame just above the 5 foot mark, she was no longer considered skinny, but thin. She was happy to admit that she had curves like those women in the magazines that the people here worshipped. However, no matter how much she looked like she fit in, she never really did. Antisocial by nature, she found it difficult to hold a worthwhile conversation with humans. She yearned for someone of her own kind, someone who understood her desires.

    Still walking silently in the rain, Mercy cradled her arms close to herself. The loneliness that was left in Adam’s absences had left a gaping hole in her. She missed his constant companionship and soothing words. It was this loss that had brought her nightmares back. No matter what the time of night, Mercy did not wish to return to the land where her dreams reigned. The images they portrayed were too painful to bear. So, with a soft huff, the girl continued to walk along the paved path way, her delicate pixie cut and gentle face hidden beneath the folds of her hood.

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2 Re: Pouring Out My Soul [Open] on Sun Mar 31, 2013 2:34 am

Her hip-length crimson hair was put up in a high, messy ponytail. This was rare, she usually kept it down to flow down her back. As she walked past, humans turned to stare. Stylish sunglasses covered her silver eyes, which faded into white around her pupils. She was tall, with curves that human women tried so hard to have but never could accomplish it. The she wolf was most commonly described as 'an angel straight from heaven'. Every time she heard this, Teimhnin could do nothing but laugh at how wrong they were. As the humans stared, Teimhnin's mind was on other matters. Pack business was the main thing, about how many wolves were joining. There were probably some waiting to be accepted at the border by the time she got back from her errand. As the rain came down, Teimhnin noticed humans running for a place to hide. The she-wolf just smirked, walking down the middle of the sidewalk as she slowly began to become soaked in rain.

Turning her mind off of the subject of the pack, she silently remembered her homelands. She had been born in the ruins of Ireland, only to be moved to England at the age of ten. When Teimhnin spoke, her voice had an Irish accent to it but also had a British background. The reason they had moved to England in the first place was her mother. Teimhnin had watched her own mother be slaughtered, but she never forgot the murderer's face. That face motivated her to train harder, to become the skilled Beta she was today. She had thanked him as she was killing him, thanked him for motivating her so much. Teimhnin killed the murderer like he had killed her mother. Slowly and torturous.

Blinking out of her reverie, she realized she had stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk. Looking around, she caught the scent of one like her. Turning her head, Teimhnin quickly caught sight of the other she-wolf. She tilted her head, making her crimson ponytail fall over one pale shoulder. Her combat boots thudded against the ground as she walked towards the she-wolf. Today Teimhnin wore darkwashed black skinny jeans, torn in both knees. Her black leather jacket was unbuckled and unzipped, showing her ripped blue and black tank top underneath. Walking next to the she-wolf, Teimhnin spoke. "Well hello there, wereling."

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