Their eyes shine in the moon’s light as they fight. Their movements are fluid, smooth, and predatory. Lean, taunt muscles lay beneath different colors of fur and sharp incisors are visible beneath black gums. Blood spatters over their beautiful coats and color the ground red as they snap, tear, and wound each other.

Fur standing on end, you approach the two groups as they pause and separate as they take notice of your presence. Two pairs of eyes stand out to you and unnerve you. Both seemed to draw the respect out of you without your consent as you lower your head and tuck your tail between your legs. Power radiated from them both, and you’re unsure whether it was the large, dark grey male with golden eyes, or the black female with bright green eyes that had the strongest air to them. They both stood across from each other, and large groups of other wolves and Werelings in human forms stand on each side behind them. All of their eyes bore into you and you stop as you stand before the two obvious leaders.

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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1 Moving In [Open] on Sat Oct 26, 2013 3:51 pm


Saturday morning rays shown through the broken glass of his bedroom window, gently awaking Rick. The relaxing sound of crashing waves and seagulls cawing acted as an alarm clock, preventing him from falling back under. Rick pushed himself into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He pushed back the blankets that an omega had dropped off for him last night, bedding until his own was bought. As Rick slid his legs over the end of his bed he looked at what he would now begin to call home.

He'd no doubt chosen the worst possible canidate out of all the houses that lined the beach. It was made entirely of wood; Wood floors, wood cabinets, wood furniture, you name it and it was probably wood. The only problem was that the wood's lack of care had definately begun to show. Walls were peeling, splinters rose from the floor, and some of the cabinets had begun to rot. There was a lot of remodeling needed to be done, and the long process would start today.

Rick slid on a pair of worn sandles to protect his feet from splinters and proceeded to make himself a pot of coffee in his small kitchen. He drank it black and thought about his upcoming job on Wednesday. He'd called the guy, Archie, and told him he was in need of a job. The guy laughed and nearly hung up except for when Rick mentioned Teimhnin. There had been silence over the connection to the point where Rick thought that Archie had hung up, not believeing him. Then he heard Archie sigh and ask for his information and what he wanted. Rick gave him his name and the number of his cell, as well as saying as he wanted to be made main detective. Archie grumbled a bit here and there but did everything as Rick told him. Once everything was completed Rick told him his IOU to Ms. Teimhnin had been paid, and that he'd see him on Wednesday. Archie was no doubt shocked, but Rick hung up and hadn't heard from the man since.

Rick poured the rest of his coffee down the drain, it'd already grown cold, and went back to his bedroom to throw on some clothes. He dressed in wrangler craftsmen cut jeans and a simple grey t-shirit, exchanged the sandals for tennis shoes, threw on a baseball cap, and out he went. He stretched his muscles and cracked his back as the sun engulfed him in it's warmth. The temperatures would be high today and the traffic clogged with vehicles full of families headed to the beach. A few had already arrived, unloading grills and towels and sand toys. Rick made his way past these families, escaping the lands of Venantium. He made his way to an abandoned lot, where he found an old chevy truck sitting in a corner space. The paint was faded and the body rusted in several places. It wasn't even locked. Rick climbed his way inside, even more surprised to find the keys in the ignition. My lucky day. He thought to himself, turning the key.


Rick drove the car along the sand till he could pull up right next to his own building. The box of his truck was full of bags that read Menards and Home Depot plus a few wooden chairs and a box containing a hand crafted wood dining table. It'd been easy for Rick to purchase the items, having inherited his family's wealth. But he didn't wave around his parents' money in the faces of others, instead remained a bargain shopper. No one could tell from just a simple glance the wealth he obtained.

He hopped out of his truck and made his way to the tailgate, lowered it, and grabbed the bag full of paint and brushes and carried them inside. When he came out he propped the door open and next carried in the rest of the bags. He left the wooden chairs and tabel in the truck. He opened the windows that were still intact, adding new windows for the ones that didn't to his never ending mental list. It began to seem he'd need more than just a few short days to fix this place up. Rick sighed, shaking his head slightly with a smile still. He grabbed his newly bought stereo and plugged it in, tuning it in and turning it up. The song Gone, Gone, Gone By Phillip Phillips came on as Rick grabbed the sander and began to work, smoothing the floors.

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Rick paused, taking a step back to admire his own work. He was pleased to say the least, he'd gotten much more work done this weekend than even he thought possible. Grabbing a slim bottle of Simply Lemonade from the fridge, Rick made his way out to the porch. The screen door latched behind him quietly, no longer slamming annoyingly as it had before. Rick inhaled deeply as the smell of the salty waters reached him, calming his spirits instantly. He settled into one of the wooden rockers, the other let unoccupied. Instead he turned the chair, bringing his own feet to rest upon it. He swayed back and forth, the feeling reminding him of the many trips he'd taken upon boats in his younger years. In front of him he had the whole beach to himself. To his sides his neighbors houses sat quietly, as if untouched or uninhabited. He knew they were there though, he could hear the faint sounds of footsteps brushing along floorboards within them. The sun was beginning to set, the wind picking up, casting a slight chill. Rick welcomed it with open arms, closing his eyes as he continued to rock back and forth.

Rick dreamt that he alone was amid an old row boat, venturing out to serious depths. The water beneath him was not a cheerful blue, but instead dark and resembled the midnight sky. Craning his neck skyward Rick noticed not a single star could be seen. Instead thick clouds covered the sky, still and taunting with rain. But there was no wind, the only movement the slight ripple caused by the water hitting the side of his tiny boat. Rick was left to wonder where he was when suddenly the boat began to shake violently...

Startled, Rick shot straight up and nearly fell from the rockers he'd been seated in. A hand rested firmly on his shoulder, shaking him awake. He grabbed it fiercely in a tight grip, twisting it so that the intruders arm was bent behind their back at a painful angle. He acted strictly on impulse, his teeth close to the intruders neck. "Explain yourself." He growled raggedly.

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