Name: Tatum Dolores Bores
Tatum meaning of 'Full of Spirit' Dolores meaning of 'Pains' Bores meaning 'Emerald'
Age: 256
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Warrior or Doctor
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have been removed for the fair joining of.. Hell you get it by now. ~NoCtAvIa
Summary:
Tatum's life begins with some trouble, since her parents were trying to protect her from dangerous creatures. Her family had to split up for months to keep her safe. The baby didn't grow up in the right environment, since her parents were a threat. Hundreds of years she had to run and never stop, but one evening her family stopped to get a drink at a small looking lake and no one knew they were being followed. Well that same evening Tatum heard a cracking noise, so she crawled over to her mother, and shakes her till she wakes up. “Mother I think we shall leave this land.. I'm hearing no-” The girl didn't finish her sentence when she heard a loud shriek come from her aunt, across the lake as she was one of the members that were guarding the lands. Her mother picked up the girl, carrying her away from the lands, and doesn't bother to check up on the others. “Tatum.. Stay calm and don't make a sound.” The girl obeyed her mother as she wraps her body around her mother as they run further away from them. Her mother dropped Tatum as she had impacted with a hunter, baring her fangs, and rips the lad apart, limb from limb. The girl wasn't much other then ten years old and she had no idea who her mother was. Frozen with fear as her mother glances at her daughter with a frown. “Don't be worried, I'll tell you everything after we escape.” She grabs her daughter once more, continuing her frown as she whispers in her ear. “I'll keep you save, darling. No one hurt you while I'm still alive.” Nuzzling her girl's cheek before sprinting her fastest, reaching a trail as they follow it without a sound. Tatum was now sobbing into her mother's shoulder, wondering what the hell happened to her only family. Never will Tatum say anything to anyone about her past. Her life is a mystery and know one will find out. The girl is now looking at the world as a pathetic land with no self-interest.
Her life continues with a new secret she discovered after the day she witnessed her mother slaughter a human which was a werewolf hunter. Tatum is a pureblood werewolf with a difficulty of keeping her anger controlled. The female also has a habit of creeping along the cemetery at midnight with the stars out. That night she strolled from each stone, admiring the engraved writing and the flower place in front of them. Tatum wasn't a girl to cry ever but when it came to her family, she would drown her cheeks with her tears. Crouching next to a tree, sliding down the bark, and feels it scratch her back. As she is curled up in a ball, sobbing into her knees, she hears the same noise the night her whole family besides her mother die. Tatum straightens her body as she reaches her feet. “Hello?” She calls out as she hears a noise behind her, jerking her body to the left. “Anyone there?” She continues her calling and as she hears nothing, she sprints through the cemetery. “Tatum.” A voice whisper's. The werewolf stopped in her tracks as she hears her name, close by. “Who are you?” Wiping away her running tears, sniffling her runny nose. “Come with me..” The voice continues it's sinister whisper. “Come with me and you'll be who you truly are..” The voice becomes more clearer as if it's just a foot away filling up her air. Tatum gave off a curious look. “What do you mean who I truly am?” The voice came out of the shadow from the right of the cemetery, walking slowly behind Tatum.. “A killer.” The voice sneeks up behind her, grabbing her waist. “You're a killer Tatum and always have been.. I have been watching you from a distant. That night your mother ripped apart that man.. Damn I knew you guys were no regular humans.. You're a werewolf.” The female froze from his words, staying still not knowing what to do.. “What are you, may I ask?” Tatum turning to face the male, waiting for his response. “Just like you.. A killer, someone who likes to taste the bleeding flesh of a human.” The lad grins at her, pulling her closer to whisper in her ear. “I can teach everything you need to know. All the abilities you can do..” Tatum felt a cold shiver run through her as a rough hand rests on her lower back. Tatum wanted to squirm away from his grasp. “.” The man was trying to keep his grasp but had no success from the females strength. “You can't deny the beast.” The man whispering closer to her ear and slowly walked away from her after. Tatum didn't know what just happened. The other werewolf out of site as Tatum clenched her hands into fist, swinging a punch to the nearest stone crushing it in half. Her mouth dropped open as the stone crumpled to the ground into small pieces. She was speechless with a quick glance to her healing knuckle with a streak of blood running down it's hand. She shook her head fiercely, taking a run back to the small cottage she lived in, climbing into bed not speaking a work.
Tatum had found out secrets, more and more in her dreams. The female would wake up terrified, screaming, sobbing into her pillow, and more different ways. Her mother wouldn't sleep, because she's always out hunting for some food for herself. Well one night Tatum was old enough to take care of herself and her mother taught her how to fight and hunt animals. Mother of Tatum took her into the forest late midnight, teaching her how to hunter bigger living creatures. Well they both crossed paths with some werewolf-hunters. Tatum threw around some punches and slit a man's neck til the warmth of his skin turned cold. She jerked her body around after she fought off five guys, while her mother was dead on the forest floor, drowning in her own blood. “Mother?” Tatum whimpered, looking up to the see a man in his late-thirties holding a stake, ready to fight Tatum. The female had a couple of wounds, but her anger to the man definitely had a way to unravel her super strength. Tatum and the man fough for about ten minutes until Tatum put the man into a headlock and snapped his neck. After it all had happened she saw all the bodies, dead laying across the dirt and grass drained of blood. Tatum though back to the night she crossed path with the other werewolf who told her she was a killer, then and there Tatum thought she was one, but she loved the thought. Running back to her house, closing the door, and locks it up. “I need to get out of here.” She hissed to herself as she gathers up bunches of clothes, shoving them into a duffle bag , and runs up to her mother's room, moving the dresser out of the way revealing a small vault, using the combination of 987-006-567, pulling the door open to reveal some savings her mother and her saved up for emergencies. Gathering up the savings stuffing them in another bag, before walking out of her room only to listen to intruders roam the downstairs. Panic raised in Tatum, causing her chest to pump a mile a minute. Fear rushed through her veins, trembling, but soon fixes herself as one of the intruders attack her making the female fall on the floor, cringing from the wooden flooring. The intruder told her to stay down. She didn't listen, instead she dropped her belongings to tackling the man to dig her hands in the man's chest, yanking out his heart, and tosses it aside. Crawling off the man to attack two other intruders, making Tatum to have wood shoved in her thighs, feeling blood drip down her clothing. She didn't give up she kept going, throwing punches and hissed to the men. A tall, muscular, and tan looking man approached her with a grin. The fae gave a disgust look to the man until he broke the two males necks, motioning her to leave. Tatum didn't hesitate, grabbing her things, and hurries downstairs to catch one of the cars the men drove. Starting the engine, hurrying her way down the streets. Maneuvering her way through the cities, town, countries, and more lands.
Centuries of running it was late 1900's and Tatum was making due with others. She didn't look a day over 22 and she went to college as a werewolf, never running crossed others in her lifetime of college. The Tatum was well-known for being a badass. She may look all sweet and the best person to trust, but she is a royal bitch looking for a fight. She has a bad time controlling her anger, but does her best with that. Tatum lived in New Orleans but her college was in New York City, living in the building of her college. Everyone loved Tatum and charming personality and the guys fell for her tricks every time, but one time she was walking through the building heading to the office only to find two tall good looking boys and they are twins. The minute she opened the door to the office, the boys drooled over her pure tan skin with her blond locks flowing down her back. “Don't get excited boys.” Approaching them with a smug yet smirk look. They did all their greets and those few minutes they talked and got to know each other. Some times the boys also are scared of her, because she can whoop some serious ass and never hesitates.
But one day she was walking through the college on her way to calculus with ear buds in, listening to Drop in the Ocean by Rop Pope. She sang her favorite part, humming the rest.
She sang in her quiets voice, but still able to hear herself. She wore her skinny jeans with a pair of flats and a leather jacket covering upper a blouse, since tonight she has to travel to the basketball regionals. Tatum is the main post on the BullDogs for college, she is their best defense player on the team. Her team has never lost a game this year, so Her hair is pulled back to into a pony with a black streaks all around in her hair. Rocking the badass goth look, she continues her stroll up the steps until a male bumps into her, dropping her phone making it crack the screen with her ear buds being yanked out her ear. Tatum's anger was burning through her flesh, she growled at the male pushing him to the ground as he drops his books. "Bi-" Tatum closed her mouth as he look familiar, just like Dylan her younger brother. "Dylan?" The male jerked to his left, grinning up at her. "Hey sis, long time... Thought I wou- Ooff!" He grunted as Tatum tackles him to concrete steps, squeezing all her strength. "Ohmygod!" She shouted with a single pause or breath. She let go as Dylan began to choke from lack of oxygen. "Love ya too sis, but why you trying to maintain a normal life, when someone can come by and kill you since you're a were-" Tatum slapped him around his face to shut him up. "Quiet, I'm trying to maintain a normal life, since finally the men are done following me. I've been having dreams and threats until I came here. So shut it and don't tell me to leave, because I'm not. Anyways aren't you suppose to be dead? Didn't our whole family die, a few decades back?" She whispered, gathering her books, and cracked phone. "I'm not here to tell you what to do, but I survive plus our Dad and some others." Dylan reached ground, whispering lower as he's afraid of listeners. "Our dad is alive?" Tatum jerked Dylan a bit to find his attention.
Her moods changed to relax, pissed off, happy, and eager. But her mood changed to upset as she found out her family died, but quickly redeemed herself since she promised to never cry again. She leaned against the building breathing slowly, steadying her breaths. But she had still one question. "How long have you been hear?" Tatum voice curious, yet secretly smuggled. Her brother grinned, just like when they were kids playing soccer on the patch of dirt the village lived in. The memories were beautiful to remember, but she has no time for a sob story. Her brother glanced out to the lake which is in the middle of the college courtyard. "I would say, I've been hear for a three months." Her brother didn't seem yet cheerfully, but he sounded like he was trying to feel sad. Tatum's mouth was clenched with anger, but she maintained herself, nodding. "Well let's get my stuff and leave... I don't want my little brother getting hurt." She said steadily walking back to her dorm gathering up stuff.
She moved back into her apartment, breathing in the dust smell with a tint of beer rum scent, since she lived above bar. Her brother moved in next to her. They both decided to go out to a club. Tatum dressed up in a tube skirt with a sparkling red heal and blouse. Dylan dressed up in jeans and a t-shirt. They walked out and began to take the long way, they both hear a rumbling voice attacking some men. Dylan wanted to investigate and sink deeper into the alley only to find a male getting his neck snapped by a homeless female named Amora, she was offered to live with Tatum since their both the same creatures. Werewolves.
Years later the female still lives with her secrets and never tells another soul, except two people. One day they were attacked with Dylan dying and Amora leaving. Tatum still had anger issues with controlling her shifts, but she maintains balance and control. But Tatum is not going to trust you easily.
Example Post:Her sneakers hit the gravel as dried streaks of tears smeared her mascara, which is now lined up parallel down the length of her cheeks. The female sprinted from the mass of men chasing her every corner. A lump was forming in her throat from the thought of her dead brother laying on her lap, dying slowly. The thought made more tears well up in her eyes, she shook her head fiercely as she was never the first one to break. But the lost of her brother, which was a couple of years younger then her died in her hands from the men who are chasing her now. "Those men want you dead for a reason, Tatum. Face your fears, fight for your brother.. You shouldn't let them get away with this. We've been running for so long, why keep going.."Her wolf snarled lowly as she wanted to me unleashed and kill the men who's ten steps behind Tatum. "I'm not running away from my fears. Dylan died from my fault, I'm the only one left in the pack. I need to keep going. I can't risk my life to die with the rest. I'm going to take my father's lead and form my own pack, if necessary. I don't want to, because my brother was suppose to be up for that rule, but look where is lead him.. Death." She snaps but Returns quickly to calm. "I'm done, I'll do what I have to do and that is find a pack of some sorts and Amora is going to come with me. She is like family. My brother had a crush on her as well. Ever since she's moved in.." She can't stand the thought until she hears Amora's though on this. Refocused on her apartment up ahead, so she took a tight turn into the alley before.
The men skid to a stop and turned into the alley. "Time to die, Tatum Doroles Bores?" The bulky one that Tatum called 'The Chubby Hulk'. "Our Boss wants you alive, so your expiration date is later, lucky for you.." The skinny one said, but Tatum had to admit he wasn't half bad for a stick figure. Shaking her head as the female launched at a pole and grasped the ladder to climb up it. One by one, Tatum climbed the ladder. Her eyes glanced at the anger faces down at her, which made one pull out a Desert Eagle probably loaded. "You can't injury her.. Our Boss would kill us!" Shouted the handsome one. "We have to get her down?" Just as the 'Chubby Hulk' spoke, the gun's bullet pelted itself into Tatum lower thigh which made her yelp. "We're. So. Dead." Commented one the others. "That's right!" Tatum's voice was steel with a slight quiver. The blood staining her jeans, she crawled over the ledge of the building and rolled to the middle. Her trembling hand lingered over the gash, pressing down on it as she makes an effort to plant her feet. "Motherfucker" Tatum mumbled. She limped the way home, not caring about the men as she knew she had to take care of the wound before she heals with the bullet still in.
Dropping her bloody purse on the wooden flood. Her eyes barely open, she nears the bathroom until she spots her bedroom door cracked open. "What the-" Tatum knew Amora was probably out doing her drinking times, so she didn't expect her door to be open. Poking her door open with alarm look as her bedroom is still and everything is the same besides the note on her bed. She picked it up and decided to read it later. Not noticing whose name is it and tossed it on the kitchen counter. Limping her way to the bathroom and pulled out the tweezers, peroxide, and cotton. Sitting down on the floor which is covered in small doses of her blood from the gash. Taking the tweezers slowly and twisting them around her flesh until catching grasp of the bullet and pulls it out with more blood spitting onto the walls and flooring. The bullet sitting on the counter of her marble sink, she lifted the ankle to on the white toilet so she can properly clean her wound. Dabbing little bit of peroxide on it with cotton until she only sees a small scar. Her healing ability is way more quicker now, since she's over two-hundred years old. "Finally finished." She finally able to speak from the shiver that claimed her back. She replanted her feet and decided to clean up to the blood later after she gets some potassium on her body before she passes out. Limping back to the kitchen, which is where the note was still folded up. Glancing at the notices the name on its upright corner. Her spelled out 'Tatum'. Grasping it quickly, she unfolded it and read aloud.
Not even noticing tears were falling from her cheeks as she totally breaks down. Feeling like she's never going to get a break from all the tragic happenings. Grasping the counter before falling onto the floor with a 'thud'. Crawling into shadow corner as tears streaming down her cheeks onto her dry blooded jeans. Her jeans were soaked with blood and salty tasting tears. "Why me, why does this all have to happen on the same day? Is this trying to the teach me something? Was Amora doing this because she couldn't stand our alarm times from the men who were trying to kill us? Did Amora care? Did she just use me? Ugh, I can't think right now." Tatum thought out aloud to herself, so she decides the fall onto her side and clench her knees as she drifted off the a light snooze.
Tatum meaning of 'Full of Spirit' Dolores meaning of 'Pains' Bores meaning 'Emerald'
Age: 256
Gender: Female
Requested Rank: Warrior or Doctor
Pack: Eternal Darkness
Human Photo:
Wolf Photo:
Joining Keys: Joining keys have been removed for the fair joining of.. Hell you get it by now. ~NoCtAvIa
Summary:
Tatum's life begins with some trouble, since her parents were trying to protect her from dangerous creatures. Her family had to split up for months to keep her safe. The baby didn't grow up in the right environment, since her parents were a threat. Hundreds of years she had to run and never stop, but one evening her family stopped to get a drink at a small looking lake and no one knew they were being followed. Well that same evening Tatum heard a cracking noise, so she crawled over to her mother, and shakes her till she wakes up. “Mother I think we shall leave this land.. I'm hearing no-” The girl didn't finish her sentence when she heard a loud shriek come from her aunt, across the lake as she was one of the members that were guarding the lands. Her mother picked up the girl, carrying her away from the lands, and doesn't bother to check up on the others. “Tatum.. Stay calm and don't make a sound.” The girl obeyed her mother as she wraps her body around her mother as they run further away from them. Her mother dropped Tatum as she had impacted with a hunter, baring her fangs, and rips the lad apart, limb from limb. The girl wasn't much other then ten years old and she had no idea who her mother was. Frozen with fear as her mother glances at her daughter with a frown. “Don't be worried, I'll tell you everything after we escape.” She grabs her daughter once more, continuing her frown as she whispers in her ear. “I'll keep you save, darling. No one hurt you while I'm still alive.” Nuzzling her girl's cheek before sprinting her fastest, reaching a trail as they follow it without a sound. Tatum was now sobbing into her mother's shoulder, wondering what the hell happened to her only family. Never will Tatum say anything to anyone about her past. Her life is a mystery and know one will find out. The girl is now looking at the world as a pathetic land with no self-interest.
Her life continues with a new secret she discovered after the day she witnessed her mother slaughter a human which was a werewolf hunter. Tatum is a pureblood werewolf with a difficulty of keeping her anger controlled. The female also has a habit of creeping along the cemetery at midnight with the stars out. That night she strolled from each stone, admiring the engraved writing and the flower place in front of them. Tatum wasn't a girl to cry ever but when it came to her family, she would drown her cheeks with her tears. Crouching next to a tree, sliding down the bark, and feels it scratch her back. As she is curled up in a ball, sobbing into her knees, she hears the same noise the night her whole family besides her mother die. Tatum straightens her body as she reaches her feet. “Hello?” She calls out as she hears a noise behind her, jerking her body to the left. “Anyone there?” She continues her calling and as she hears nothing, she sprints through the cemetery. “Tatum.” A voice whisper's. The werewolf stopped in her tracks as she hears her name, close by. “Who are you?” Wiping away her running tears, sniffling her runny nose. “Come with me..” The voice continues it's sinister whisper. “Come with me and you'll be who you truly are..” The voice becomes more clearer as if it's just a foot away filling up her air. Tatum gave off a curious look. “What do you mean who I truly am?” The voice came out of the shadow from the right of the cemetery, walking slowly behind Tatum.. “A killer.” The voice sneeks up behind her, grabbing her waist. “You're a killer Tatum and always have been.. I have been watching you from a distant. That night your mother ripped apart that man.. Damn I knew you guys were no regular humans.. You're a werewolf.” The female froze from his words, staying still not knowing what to do.. “What are you, may I ask?” Tatum turning to face the male, waiting for his response. “Just like you.. A killer, someone who likes to taste the bleeding flesh of a human.” The lad grins at her, pulling her closer to whisper in her ear. “I can teach everything you need to know. All the abilities you can do..” Tatum felt a cold shiver run through her as a rough hand rests on her lower back. Tatum wanted to squirm away from his grasp. “.” The man was trying to keep his grasp but had no success from the females strength. “You can't deny the beast.” The man whispering closer to her ear and slowly walked away from her after. Tatum didn't know what just happened. The other werewolf out of site as Tatum clenched her hands into fist, swinging a punch to the nearest stone crushing it in half. Her mouth dropped open as the stone crumpled to the ground into small pieces. She was speechless with a quick glance to her healing knuckle with a streak of blood running down it's hand. She shook her head fiercely, taking a run back to the small cottage she lived in, climbing into bed not speaking a work.
Tatum had found out secrets, more and more in her dreams. The female would wake up terrified, screaming, sobbing into her pillow, and more different ways. Her mother wouldn't sleep, because she's always out hunting for some food for herself. Well one night Tatum was old enough to take care of herself and her mother taught her how to fight and hunt animals. Mother of Tatum took her into the forest late midnight, teaching her how to hunter bigger living creatures. Well they both crossed paths with some werewolf-hunters. Tatum threw around some punches and slit a man's neck til the warmth of his skin turned cold. She jerked her body around after she fought off five guys, while her mother was dead on the forest floor, drowning in her own blood. “Mother?” Tatum whimpered, looking up to the see a man in his late-thirties holding a stake, ready to fight Tatum. The female had a couple of wounds, but her anger to the man definitely had a way to unravel her super strength. Tatum and the man fough for about ten minutes until Tatum put the man into a headlock and snapped his neck. After it all had happened she saw all the bodies, dead laying across the dirt and grass drained of blood. Tatum though back to the night she crossed path with the other werewolf who told her she was a killer, then and there Tatum thought she was one, but she loved the thought. Running back to her house, closing the door, and locks it up. “I need to get out of here.” She hissed to herself as she gathers up bunches of clothes, shoving them into a duffle bag , and runs up to her mother's room, moving the dresser out of the way revealing a small vault, using the combination of 987-006-567, pulling the door open to reveal some savings her mother and her saved up for emergencies. Gathering up the savings stuffing them in another bag, before walking out of her room only to listen to intruders roam the downstairs. Panic raised in Tatum, causing her chest to pump a mile a minute. Fear rushed through her veins, trembling, but soon fixes herself as one of the intruders attack her making the female fall on the floor, cringing from the wooden flooring. The intruder told her to stay down. She didn't listen, instead she dropped her belongings to tackling the man to dig her hands in the man's chest, yanking out his heart, and tosses it aside. Crawling off the man to attack two other intruders, making Tatum to have wood shoved in her thighs, feeling blood drip down her clothing. She didn't give up she kept going, throwing punches and hissed to the men. A tall, muscular, and tan looking man approached her with a grin. The fae gave a disgust look to the man until he broke the two males necks, motioning her to leave. Tatum didn't hesitate, grabbing her things, and hurries downstairs to catch one of the cars the men drove. Starting the engine, hurrying her way down the streets. Maneuvering her way through the cities, town, countries, and more lands.
Centuries of running it was late 1900's and Tatum was making due with others. She didn't look a day over 22 and she went to college as a werewolf, never running crossed others in her lifetime of college. The Tatum was well-known for being a badass. She may look all sweet and the best person to trust, but she is a royal bitch looking for a fight. She has a bad time controlling her anger, but does her best with that. Tatum lived in New Orleans but her college was in New York City, living in the building of her college. Everyone loved Tatum and charming personality and the guys fell for her tricks every time, but one time she was walking through the building heading to the office only to find two tall good looking boys and they are twins. The minute she opened the door to the office, the boys drooled over her pure tan skin with her blond locks flowing down her back. “Don't get excited boys.” Approaching them with a smug yet smirk look. They did all their greets and those few minutes they talked and got to know each other. Some times the boys also are scared of her, because she can whoop some serious ass and never hesitates.
But one day she was walking through the college on her way to calculus with ear buds in, listening to Drop in the Ocean by Rop Pope. She sang her favorite part, humming the rest.
Misplaced trust in old friends
Never counting regrets
By the grace of God I do not rest at all
And New England as the leaves change
The last excuse that I'll claim
I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl
And still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep
Don't take what you don't need from me
Never counting regrets
By the grace of God I do not rest at all
And New England as the leaves change
The last excuse that I'll claim
I was a boy who loved a woman like a little girl
And still I can't let you be
Most nights I hardly sleep
Don't take what you don't need from me
She sang in her quiets voice, but still able to hear herself. She wore her skinny jeans with a pair of flats and a leather jacket covering upper a blouse, since tonight she has to travel to the basketball regionals. Tatum is the main post on the BullDogs for college, she is their best defense player on the team. Her team has never lost a game this year, so Her hair is pulled back to into a pony with a black streaks all around in her hair. Rocking the badass goth look, she continues her stroll up the steps until a male bumps into her, dropping her phone making it crack the screen with her ear buds being yanked out her ear. Tatum's anger was burning through her flesh, she growled at the male pushing him to the ground as he drops his books. "Bi-" Tatum closed her mouth as he look familiar, just like Dylan her younger brother. "Dylan?" The male jerked to his left, grinning up at her. "Hey sis, long time... Thought I wou- Ooff!" He grunted as Tatum tackles him to concrete steps, squeezing all her strength. "Ohmygod!" She shouted with a single pause or breath. She let go as Dylan began to choke from lack of oxygen. "Love ya too sis, but why you trying to maintain a normal life, when someone can come by and kill you since you're a were-" Tatum slapped him around his face to shut him up. "Quiet, I'm trying to maintain a normal life, since finally the men are done following me. I've been having dreams and threats until I came here. So shut it and don't tell me to leave, because I'm not. Anyways aren't you suppose to be dead? Didn't our whole family die, a few decades back?" She whispered, gathering her books, and cracked phone. "I'm not here to tell you what to do, but I survive plus our Dad and some others." Dylan reached ground, whispering lower as he's afraid of listeners. "Our dad is alive?" Tatum jerked Dylan a bit to find his attention.
Her moods changed to relax, pissed off, happy, and eager. But her mood changed to upset as she found out her family died, but quickly redeemed herself since she promised to never cry again. She leaned against the building breathing slowly, steadying her breaths. But she had still one question. "How long have you been hear?" Tatum voice curious, yet secretly smuggled. Her brother grinned, just like when they were kids playing soccer on the patch of dirt the village lived in. The memories were beautiful to remember, but she has no time for a sob story. Her brother glanced out to the lake which is in the middle of the college courtyard. "I would say, I've been hear for a three months." Her brother didn't seem yet cheerfully, but he sounded like he was trying to feel sad. Tatum's mouth was clenched with anger, but she maintained herself, nodding. "Well let's get my stuff and leave... I don't want my little brother getting hurt." She said steadily walking back to her dorm gathering up stuff.
She moved back into her apartment, breathing in the dust smell with a tint of beer rum scent, since she lived above bar. Her brother moved in next to her. They both decided to go out to a club. Tatum dressed up in a tube skirt with a sparkling red heal and blouse. Dylan dressed up in jeans and a t-shirt. They walked out and began to take the long way, they both hear a rumbling voice attacking some men. Dylan wanted to investigate and sink deeper into the alley only to find a male getting his neck snapped by a homeless female named Amora, she was offered to live with Tatum since their both the same creatures. Werewolves.
Years later the female still lives with her secrets and never tells another soul, except two people. One day they were attacked with Dylan dying and Amora leaving. Tatum still had anger issues with controlling her shifts, but she maintains balance and control. But Tatum is not going to trust you easily.
Example Post:Her sneakers hit the gravel as dried streaks of tears smeared her mascara, which is now lined up parallel down the length of her cheeks. The female sprinted from the mass of men chasing her every corner. A lump was forming in her throat from the thought of her dead brother laying on her lap, dying slowly. The thought made more tears well up in her eyes, she shook her head fiercely as she was never the first one to break. But the lost of her brother, which was a couple of years younger then her died in her hands from the men who are chasing her now. "Those men want you dead for a reason, Tatum. Face your fears, fight for your brother.. You shouldn't let them get away with this. We've been running for so long, why keep going.."Her wolf snarled lowly as she wanted to me unleashed and kill the men who's ten steps behind Tatum. "I'm not running away from my fears. Dylan died from my fault, I'm the only one left in the pack. I need to keep going. I can't risk my life to die with the rest. I'm going to take my father's lead and form my own pack, if necessary. I don't want to, because my brother was suppose to be up for that rule, but look where is lead him.. Death." She snaps but Returns quickly to calm. "I'm done, I'll do what I have to do and that is find a pack of some sorts and Amora is going to come with me. She is like family. My brother had a crush on her as well. Ever since she's moved in.." She can't stand the thought until she hears Amora's though on this. Refocused on her apartment up ahead, so she took a tight turn into the alley before.
The men skid to a stop and turned into the alley. "Time to die, Tatum Doroles Bores?" The bulky one that Tatum called 'The Chubby Hulk'. "Our Boss wants you alive, so your expiration date is later, lucky for you.." The skinny one said, but Tatum had to admit he wasn't half bad for a stick figure. Shaking her head as the female launched at a pole and grasped the ladder to climb up it. One by one, Tatum climbed the ladder. Her eyes glanced at the anger faces down at her, which made one pull out a Desert Eagle probably loaded. "You can't injury her.. Our Boss would kill us!" Shouted the handsome one. "We have to get her down?" Just as the 'Chubby Hulk' spoke, the gun's bullet pelted itself into Tatum lower thigh which made her yelp. "We're. So. Dead." Commented one the others. "That's right!" Tatum's voice was steel with a slight quiver. The blood staining her jeans, she crawled over the ledge of the building and rolled to the middle. Her trembling hand lingered over the gash, pressing down on it as she makes an effort to plant her feet. "Motherfucker" Tatum mumbled. She limped the way home, not caring about the men as she knew she had to take care of the wound before she heals with the bullet still in.
Dropping her bloody purse on the wooden flood. Her eyes barely open, she nears the bathroom until she spots her bedroom door cracked open. "What the-" Tatum knew Amora was probably out doing her drinking times, so she didn't expect her door to be open. Poking her door open with alarm look as her bedroom is still and everything is the same besides the note on her bed. She picked it up and decided to read it later. Not noticing whose name is it and tossed it on the kitchen counter. Limping her way to the bathroom and pulled out the tweezers, peroxide, and cotton. Sitting down on the floor which is covered in small doses of her blood from the gash. Taking the tweezers slowly and twisting them around her flesh until catching grasp of the bullet and pulls it out with more blood spitting onto the walls and flooring. The bullet sitting on the counter of her marble sink, she lifted the ankle to on the white toilet so she can properly clean her wound. Dabbing little bit of peroxide on it with cotton until she only sees a small scar. Her healing ability is way more quicker now, since she's over two-hundred years old. "Finally finished." She finally able to speak from the shiver that claimed her back. She replanted her feet and decided to clean up to the blood later after she gets some potassium on her body before she passes out. Limping back to the kitchen, which is where the note was still folded up. Glancing at the notices the name on its upright corner. Her spelled out 'Tatum'. Grasping it quickly, she unfolded it and read aloud.
Dear Dylan and Tatum,
I love you guys to pieces. Tatum I love you like a sister I never had, you taught me so much of being a true werewolf. You're my wing-women, drinking buddy, best friend, and sister. I wouldn't be able to live without you. I'll miss our late nights, watching movies and drinking with guys we've met on the streets. Remember that one time we got so drunk and your brother had to pick us up in his pickup truck. We had three martinis and we had massive a headache with multiply phone numbers from guys in our clutches. I'll miss you so much, with you smirk, smile, laugh, drunk smile, voice, eyes, and hair. I'll miss your brother as well, his shaggy well-cropped hair and is green eyes. Dylan, I knew you had feelings for me and I'm sorry to tell you that I'll be leaving for a while. It's time for me to move on and build my own life. We have some many memories together, like the time your sister went out for a snack and I stayed so I can watch a movie with you while we snuggled under a blanket and ate popcorn. You guys were the best second family, I've ever had. I'll always remember that secret blush you hide when we comment on your posture when trying the show off for girls. Buff out your chest and squeeze your no-ass cheeks. (I actually laughed out loud when I wrote that) I'm going to miss you so much and take care of my sister that I've never had. Keep her out of trouble, please. Tatum when I return we'll be the same family again, I promise. Please don't hate me for this. I love you and I love your glare that you're probably giving at this paper. But don't hate me for ever, please.
Love,
Your Best Friend n' Sister Amora[
I love you guys to pieces. Tatum I love you like a sister I never had, you taught me so much of being a true werewolf. You're my wing-women, drinking buddy, best friend, and sister. I wouldn't be able to live without you. I'll miss our late nights, watching movies and drinking with guys we've met on the streets. Remember that one time we got so drunk and your brother had to pick us up in his pickup truck. We had three martinis and we had massive a headache with multiply phone numbers from guys in our clutches. I'll miss you so much, with you smirk, smile, laugh, drunk smile, voice, eyes, and hair. I'll miss your brother as well, his shaggy well-cropped hair and is green eyes. Dylan, I knew you had feelings for me and I'm sorry to tell you that I'll be leaving for a while. It's time for me to move on and build my own life. We have some many memories together, like the time your sister went out for a snack and I stayed so I can watch a movie with you while we snuggled under a blanket and ate popcorn. You guys were the best second family, I've ever had. I'll always remember that secret blush you hide when we comment on your posture when trying the show off for girls. Buff out your chest and squeeze your no-ass cheeks. (I actually laughed out loud when I wrote that) I'm going to miss you so much and take care of my sister that I've never had. Keep her out of trouble, please. Tatum when I return we'll be the same family again, I promise. Please don't hate me for this. I love you and I love your glare that you're probably giving at this paper. But don't hate me for ever, please.
Love,
Your Best Friend n' Sister Amora[
Not even noticing tears were falling from her cheeks as she totally breaks down. Feeling like she's never going to get a break from all the tragic happenings. Grasping the counter before falling onto the floor with a 'thud'. Crawling into shadow corner as tears streaming down her cheeks onto her dry blooded jeans. Her jeans were soaked with blood and salty tasting tears. "Why me, why does this all have to happen on the same day? Is this trying to the teach me something? Was Amora doing this because she couldn't stand our alarm times from the men who were trying to kill us? Did Amora care? Did she just use me? Ugh, I can't think right now." Tatum thought out aloud to herself, so she decides the fall onto her side and clench her knees as she drifted off the a light snooze.
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