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[atrb=background,http://i39.tinypic.com/dy3c5h.png] ** The meek teen shuffled past the gates of the school, bare feet pressing against the moist pavement of the route to where the dorms led, gentle breeze of a rather chilly summer's afternoon, the sky churning with all sorts of grays. He tugged the cardigan around himself tighter, thankfully having found some pants and that thin jacket to cover himself once he had escaped from that vicious cartel, yet there had been no shoes left on the bodies of the dead gypsies. Shattered amber eyes flickered around, his breath coming out in ragged gasps as he listened to his surroundings, the world around him blurred, every noise making him jolt forward as if something were pressing into his back. His feet were pale and purple in some spots from the cold and constant moist interaction, raw and scraped, though he never stopped moving, he needed to find safety, a hand driving through his tousled cocoa locks. The abandonment of that grip let one side of the upper clothing float to the side, bare skin battered and colored, like some sort of human canvas, pale skin marred with all kinds of violets and reds, at least until he hurriedly pulled it to hide. A steamy puff of breath slipped past bruised and swollen lips, memories flashing back slowly as he saw the numbers of the dorm building, rushing inside as he tried to rack through his memory for Nikki's room… No, Nico's room first, maybe he, Cris and the vampiress would all be hanging out together as one. ** The werewolf was walking with the presence of a ghost, heels of his feet barely making a thudding noise against the carpeted floor, at least until he knocked at the door of where all four of them used to dorm, the wood making a hollow sound as he whispered out, “N-Nico? Please o-open the door…” He received no answer, and that was when he leaned his forehead against the door, taking in a deep breath before he took a deep sniff, sensing no presences there, as if no life had been there for quite a while, his heart beating quickly. Had they killed all of them? No, this couldn't be happening. Graduation had happened, but that only gave an excuse for Nico and Crispin not to be here, so with practically the last bouts of his energy he rushed towards the female's room. He got lost so many times that he couldn't keep count, every time a student left their own quarters it caused him to panic and hold back a stifled cry, instead curling in closer to himself as he tugged at his pendent, slender fingers clumsily trying to seek comfort in it. Staring forward he touched the knob, and to his surprise he twisted it, finding it open, walking in as he attempted to speak without a cracking voice, but it wouldn't stop, “N-Nikki, where a-are you?” He tried looking around, the groan of the floorboards making him shake even harder, practically the buzzing form of a jackhammer, at least until he saw the folded newspaper on the vacant couch. ** The Canadian waltzed closer with hesitation, touches fluttered as he lifted it up with wary eyes, unfolding it as he scanned the title, 'Cry Wolf High Students In Freak Accident; One Dead, One Severely Injured'. His heart was thumping like an unsteady drum as he started to read the article, only catching the names of Nikki and Crispin, some drunk driver zooming through the wall, and that was when he realized. Nikki wasn't coming back. Stumbling to sit on the couch, the werewolf just sat there in shock, at least before the tears started pouring down, his hands gripping at his hair and he stayed in that room for perhaps three hours, just sobbing. Eventually he knew he would have to go, and that was when he stood up, fingers lingering on the leather of the couch as he whispered out with a cracked tone, “G-Goodbye, Nikki.” His feet weren't even a part of his body anymore, as it felt, the boy just stumbling down the stairs and even tripping once or twice, at least until he got out into the courtyard, just a walking corpse as this lifeless look captured his features, some dorming students catching sight of the boy, murmuring about his emaciated look, yet none did anything. Gripping the pendent around his neck even harder, Matt wandered over to the brick wall near the courtyard, snuggling himself into the corner, pulling his knees up so that he could wrap his arms around them, leaning back. He hoped all would be peaceful, but of course there was never such a blessing, for as soon as he had sat down the ominous sound of shoes entered the proximity, making him breath heavily, biting on his lip hard to try and stifle his desperate sounds. Amount: 814 Words. Notes: Meh, felt a bit rushed, but wanted to get it out before bedtime ;w; Muse: Amazing! Tune: To This Day ~ Shane Koyczan Tags: OPEN;

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/6fs00p.png] So, this was the place. A large sprawling building stretched out before him, yards of lush grasses that were home to slouching trees surrounding it. Shadows stretched across the brickwork, making the tall buildings seem almost ominous. People strolled through the area with a comforting ease however, students traveling in clusters or pairs as they went about their business. Kerrie stood before an impressive stone arch, head canted to the left as he peered at it quietly. It honestly didn’t seem that interesting. Just a stone prison, school, that sought refuge amongst oak trees as though hiding from some sort of predator. He snorted to himself, dragging his bag further up his shoulders before continuing his limping stroll around the yards, never once entering a building. He got curious glances and his sensitive ears burned as whispers were shared about him. The Wolf occasionally perked its’ ears when a stare held too long but otherwise remained dormant. Okay, at one point he was going to have to enter one of the buildings. He had come here for two reasons, one of which was to see if dear Ashelin had survived her vicious attempt at developing alcohol poisoning. A grin briefly tugs at his chapped lips, pale eyes gleaming. He had found out, and somehow managed to remember, at one point during the night that the dragoness was a teacher here. He wonders what kind of teacher Ashelin is but decides not to jump to conclusions, he’d only really been in her company once and it was definitely not her finest moment. The second reason is to find out if this place is so damn interesting as everyone says. He hadn’t stopped hearing about the school since he got here, disregarding his sensitive hearing. He tries not to eavesdrop, that’s just creepy. Speaking of creepy, he drops his vacant grin before it has the chance to become to wolfish. He really doesn’t think the authorities would believe a twenty-three year old werewolf was simply wandering around a school looking for a woman he had spent one night, perhaps a morning, and many drinks with. He gazes across a large courtyard, inhaling deeply while tasting rain on the back of his tongue. His senses are immediately assaulted by a vast amount of strange scents, the Wolf whining in frustration briefly. So many species, even his favourite one, werewolf. Shaking his head slightly to clear the dazed feeling that had come over him, blinded briefly by the sheer amount of new smells, Kerrie wrinkles his nose. Ugh, did students ever bathe? Territory marking is one thing, this is just. Mind boggling. How the Hell did Ashelin survive this every day? How did the students? He was suddenly glad he had decided to venture over during what appeared to be a quiet day. Getting his feet moving once more, Kerrie shoves his hands deep into the pockets of his leather jacket. He tilts his head back to observe the sky, noting that it had darkened since he had started his aimless ambling. It was going to rain later. And he was probably going to get caught in it. Joy. The werewolf sighs, shoving a calloused hand briefly through his thick curls before returning it to his pocket. Either he go into the school and sniff around for Ashelin, hopefully she’d let him clutter up her space for a while, or he leave now and search for some shelter for tonight. He can always continue his stake out tomorrow. In the motion of turning on his heel, Kerrie halts. His nose tingles with an odd scent and he inhales deeply once more, mouth parting slightly so he can better taste the damp air. It was a werewolf, he believes. Not one he had ever scented and in his time, Kerrie had scented a lot of werewolves. They were individual, sure, but never like this. It wasn’t sharper, more. . .Sweet. It smelt less like the bitter tang of human and more canine than was natural. There was no absence of blood, however. The Wolf, instead of snarling and recoiling from the scent of its’ own kind, raises its’ head in groggy curiosity. He feels the beast whuff in the furthest corner of his mind, stalking forward like a lengthening shadow across his brain. With only a passing thought of how he had just abandoned his cause to not get arrested for being creepy, and to get some shelter before the rain, Kerrie seeks it out. He pauses centre of the courtyard, eyes bleeding gold and staring at a slight figure a few yards from himself. The figure, male he had gleaned from the scent, had his face buried into his knees and his back pressed against the dull wall that snaked around the courtyard. Kerrie limps his way over slowly, pausing every few steps to await a response. He knows the other can hear him now. When no deterrent comes, Kerrie finds himself just before the thin, trembling form. Guilt wells up in his chest, thick like sludge, for causing anxiety this severe in the younger male, but he almost starts twitching himself with the need to find out more about the owner of that odd scent. He stands silent for a few seconds, allowing the other a chance to speak up first or move away should he want. When no words arise once more, Kerrie breaks the silence. “Hey, you alright there?” He asks easily, hoping his Scotch accent doesn’t butcher the words too much. Or, you know, make them sound threatening. He rolls on the heel of his good foot, supressing the urge to pad closer. For some reason, the fact that the youths’ feet are bare and bruised and the clothes hung over his shaking form are saturated in a scent not of his own allows the warm thought that this male is a kindred spirit rise up in Kerries’ mind. He suppresses it however, keeping vigilant for any signs of deceit or malice. Assumptions fill up graveyards after all. Amount: 1,008 Notes: I either rushed this or just spoke too much. Not quite sure which. XD Muse: Splendid.~ Tune: Tiptoe - Imagine Dragons Tags: Cal with Matt/Open.

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** The world was not being very kind to the frightened boy, his stuttered senses taking in the scent of what he assumed to be one of his kind, or at least his new kind, and that made him grip the loose material of his pants even tighter, knuckles turning white as his shallow breathing became silent. From his last experience with another werewolf, the one who had turned him, they weren't the nicest of the bunch and were known to be aggressive, and seeing as how he didn't even know how to defend himself nor try, he was doomed. The footsteps became louder, halting for a brief moment before he saw the scruffy body of the stranger, wild ebony curls bouncing atop his head and icy blue eyes making the teen squirm even further back against the brick wall, subconsciously trying to search for a flicker of hunger in those depths. Well at least until the other supernatural turned to face him, the Canadian's amber eyes immediately falling to the floor submissively, not daring to look him straight in the eyes, too much of a risk, others found that to be a challenge of dominance. Nope he was perfectly fine being at the bottom, no doubt about it, he just didn't want to get even more beaten up than his slender body had already endured, so his mouth was kept shut and he prayed that the other man would just take a long look, get bored, and walk away. There wasn't much to be seeing anyways. ** Matt swore he had a heart attack, chest painfully constricting when he was spoken to, words jumbled around as he tried to find something to answer the Scottish man with, hands twitching out of habit as he brought them to his lap, twiddling his fingers around as he just stared at them in a panicked state. He didn't know what to do, did this mean he had permission to speak? Or was it a rhetorical question just meant to be answered by his appearance right now? Gnawing on the inside of his cheek he decided to go with the prior, stuttering out upon a lost whisper, “Y-Yes sir.” He didn't know what else to say, telling the other about his injuries would be rude, there was no need to place such negative thoughts in the brute's mind when he had probably just been taking a stroll around the lovely, rather shady, school. The boy's golden eyes were now glued to the feet of the wanderer, instinctively jolting back a bit when he started to pivot his foot, having expected him to raise it for a kick instead, though once he realized the other had no such intentions he focused himself on trying to calm his weakly heart. This entire encounter was making him pale and afraid, he chastised himself for choosing a corner rather than an open space where he could run, but really, if given the chance, would he? That answer would always be no. ** There were many various thoughts floating through his shattered mind, ranging from his favorite curled position during a beating to the color of the ground, but the main one that kept claiming the title as the move reviewed topic was whether or not he should tell the other werewolf his name. While most would have done it just to be friendly and polite, Matt's intentions were slightly different, just wanting to make sure that he didn't get in trouble for not telling the other person what he was called, he had already been punished for this once or twice beforehand with the cartel members. He didn't like how they smelled, of drugs and sex, it made him shudder just thinking about it, adding quietly with hesitation, “My n-name is Matt, s-sir.” He couldn't think of any other way to put it that wouldn't be too open nor too sharp, he was far from the desire to make the older werewolf angry, even if the guy looked like he couldn't hurt a fly, more of the relaxed type if he was even good at judging character through appearance. Ah, but that was the thing, looks could hide things oh so well. Amount: 702 Words. Notes: Sorry about this horrible post, trying to get it up before school! :'3 Muse: Great! Tune: N/A. Tags: Hachi with Kerrie; OPEN;

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/6fs00p.png] Kerrie watches the youth quietly, noting how jumpy he got at the slightest motion Kerrie made. He stilled himself as much as he could but already he could feel his palms itch and legs cramp with the need for movement. He felt that hot guilt from earlier turn cold and sink to the bottom of his stomach now, collecting there like a bad drink. Speaking of, Kerrie could also feel a light sheen of cold sweat start to collect in the small of his back, throat parched with need. He was not sure how long the need would stay controlled. He turned his attention back to the small male, observing his tight, defensive posture on the ground and the thick layer of metal to his scent. Foreboding chilled his spine and chased away the throbbing that was just starting behind his right eye. Perhaps he should just leave the pup alone, clearly he wasn’t very stable or comfortable with Kerries’ presence. He had been about to open his mouth once more when he heard the teen utter a soft reply. If Kerrie had been human, he would have struggled to catch the almost weak words. He huffs softly before answering. “Hm, you don’t look alright, pup. But I’ll take your word for it.” The words are a soft hum, lowering to match the others volume. He rather wanted to beat himself to death against the near-by wall for his choice of words, however. He hadn’t meant to say pup aloud, it had rolled out before he could cut it off. He had added the second statement on quickly to the end, hoping to distract from it. The term wasn’t to be demeaning, more a statement of what was true. Of course, the youth couldn’t be that much younger than Kerrie himself but he smelt newer to the turn. Perhaps that was why his scent was so curious. He coughs lightly, scratching at the discoloured skin of his throat. He was definitely considered a creep now. What a great first impression, he may as well of just out and said ‘Hey, I’m a dick. You should probably run from me.’ Well, it was true but he didn’t like to be so blatant about it when faced with a shivering teen that looked about ready to asphyxiate and die where he sat. Kerrie takes a few awkward steps back before turning and limping to the wall. He drops his bag from his shoulders and leans his own back to it before sliding down to sit on the damp grass a few feet from the teen so as to not crowd him. He stretches his left leg before him, stiffening slightly as the limb strains and creaks in protest. How he loved the cold weather. He doesn’t leave the pup, just gives him some space and a clear path to get up and walk away from this situation, he had started to look like a caged animal. Kerrie could understand, he didn’t like to be hovered over himself. While there’s a brief lull of silence, Kerrie takes the time to stare at the rucksack beside him. He had a bottle in there. He quietly weighs the pros and cons of drinking in a school yard while in the presence of a nervous student. Honestly, Kerrie always tried to drink in public. He felt he set an example to the young generation, his own fucking generation, about what life choices not to take. He was doing a public service. He tilts his head back to the youth when he speaks up once more, grinning slightly. “Matt. Nice to meet you. Call me Kerrie, my friend. Sir makes me feel old. Er.” He states cheerfully, running a hand through his curls briefly. He wonders how prominent the silver in it is now, he hadn’t checked for a while. As if he has any time for mirrors, then he’d have to accept the fact that the useless sack of shit staring back at him was himself. He turns his head a little more, gazing curiously at the pup, Matt, with pale eyes. He looked like he owned about as many clothes as Kerrie himself did and the fabric itself seemed to drown the males thin form. Kerrie knew he was lean, too lean for a werewolf, but Matt here looked like he was about to collapse in on himself. He still looked, and smelled, utterly terrified as well and Kerrie felt his fingers itch with the need to offer some sort of comfort to the younger male. He didn’t think the offer would be appreciated though and kept his hands to himself. He decided to count it as a victory that he had managed to draw words from Matt. Still, he wished he could draw his gaze up from the ground so he could look the other in the eye and reassure him he wasn’t going to harm him in any way, as he seemed to believe. Amount: 831. Notes: Unnnnng, words are difficult. XD Muse: Splendid.~ Tune: Terrible Things - Mayday Parade Tags: Cal with Matt/Open.

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** There was such an awkward silence between the two of them, something the werewolf blamed himself for seeing as he wasn't the chattiest of teens around, more of the type to talk through body language and even then he didn't do anything drastic, mainly just fidgets and shuffles. The rumbling spicy accent of the older Scotsman made him raise his gaze a bit higher, to around his knees, noticing how one of them was tenser than the other for some unknown reason, only to jerk it back down to the floor, pads of his fingers skimming against one another, and amazingly he didn't flinch as hard this time around. It was a weird occurrence for him, especially when compared to the last few weeks, to hear someone talk to him without lust or malice in their voice, and he swallowed thickly at being caught, well, he guessed he didn't look that healthy to the normal eye. That last part of the statement made his lips quirk a bit in a ghost of a smile, that did make him feel a bit better, most people didn't even want to hear his opinion, so believing in whatever shreds of honesty and dignity he had left was a warmer place. He really wasn't even aware of the stranger referring to him as a pup, that was such a sweet nickname compared to most others he had received, ones he didn't even want to hear ever again, and as he pulled his knees in close to rest his chin on them, that was when the lupe watched the other brute amble over to a wall. ** At first he had assumed that the mysterious soul was leaving, growing bored with the skittish werewolf, but no, he just sat down, stretching out that leg he had watched him mess around with, still intrigued as to what was wrong, primal curiosity that flowed through every living thing despite his terror. Meekly his golden eyes flickered up to land on the supernatural's mouth as it flashed a broad grin, one that wasn't threatening in the least bit yet he still tried to decipher it for any hidden or perverse intentions, his stiff shoulders loosening a tiny bit at that notion. After the Canadian had introduced himself that was when the friendly tones of the European came to him, running his mind over the given statements, only to furrow his brows together in confusion as he replayed it a few more times. Suspicion had crossed him at first but now all that was remaining was genuine surprise, most people, even if they weren't remotely evil, liked to be called by such a formal tag, it gave them the feeling of more power over the teen. This Kerrie was a strange one, already going against nearly half the list of traits he suspected every single breathing male to have and carry around with them, wait, unless he was trying to draw him into a reclusive room, he kept forgetting about that. ** The other wolf's request was complied to obediently as he replied quietly, “Yes s-… I m-mean mister K-Kerrie.” Stating another person's name felt like tar on his tongue, as if he were committing this unholy sin, so used to more degrading terms, or not even being allowed to talk at all unless he wanted someone's steel-toed boot ramming into his side for disrespect, as they put it. His arms covered half of his face as he buried it in the appendages, occasionally looking up only to then bolt them right back down, occasionally catching the startling blue gaze of his new acquaintance, wiggling in his spot with this new found positive attention. Trying to get the spotlight off of his frail mentality and physical appearance, that was when Matt murmured out, feeling quite out of place with initiating conversation, it felt so wrong, “A-Are you a student h-here?” Instantly his amber eyes were pretty much drowning with apology, as if he was begging for forgiveness for questioning the presence of a higher-ranking individual, nope, that was a bad thing. People got mad when you implied that they looked like they didn't fit in, and angered individuals meant rather unhappy endings for certain little werewolves. Amount: 705 Words. Notes: Omfg my posts suck compared to yours, BUT HERE, HAVE SOME MATTIE. Muse: Really good! Tune: Terrible Things ~ Mayday Parade Tags: Hachi with Kerrie; OPEN;

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/6fs00p.png] When Kerrie caught something of a smile briefly flash across the others pale features, he outright grinned. He could see Matt was relaxing slightly and Kerrie counted this as a personal victory. The tense position unwound, soft features becoming less horrified. He kept himself hunched over however, head still buried slightly in his arms. Oh well, you couldn’t have everything. He even got the pup to glance up at him, even if it was brief it still counted. He noted wide eyes, the colour of molten gold and flecked through with amber. Or alternatively, the colour of a good whiskey. Kerrie itches with the need to talk, to ask Matt about his story, how he got here. Why he has no shoes. He doesn’t though, holding his tongue with great difficulty and letting a comfortable silence arise instead to let Matt breathe a little easier. At the stuttering response to Kerries’ introduction, a soft chuckle rumbles in his chest. “I guess that’s the best I’m going to get right now, hm? I can live with it.” He says laughingly, voice still lowered to match the others volume. He couldn’t quite decide if ‘Mister’ was worse or not. It seemed so damn formal, distant. But whatever, different views and all that. He wouldn’t force such a tiny issue. He tried to avert his gaze a little, aware that he was staring. He just wanted to see a little more of this interesting creature but fear and mistrust still lingered. ‘Your trust has been replaced with fear.’ He realised sadly, why anyone would want to scare such a frail and harmless looking youth was beyond him. A dark burn started below his chest, the beginnings of a silent anger stoking itself up in preparation for a later fury. Unfortunately, the heat did nothing to melt away that frost of foreboding from earlier. He reasoned to himself that any werewolfs’ story was a bad one. The fact that the Wolf was starting to pace at the back of his mind did not help his restless twitching. He distracts himself by gazing around the courtyard, grateful that no one else seemed to be wandering around out here. He chalked up the lack of students around this secluded corner to the poor weather. No doubt the teens would be all over this wide, grassy space if there was sunlight to warm it. His attention is drawn back to Matt with a soft snort as he processes the question directed at him. “I look like a student? I thought for sure I looked like a creepy stalker wandering through here.” He says with a relieved laugh before his eyes turn to Matt fully. He sobers up at the once more tense posture of his companion and the look in those honey-hued pools, wincing in apology. “Ah, what I meant was naw. I aint a student. No bin one for a while.” He corrects, Scotch accent thickening briefly. He clears his throat and offers another grin, hoping to reassure the pup he wasn’t actually a stalker. When he peered closer into those bright eyes, he saw it wasn’t actually fear there but a stricken and apologetic look, almost resigned. Kerrie merely blinked at him in bemusement, not entirely sure why he was being emoted at in such a way. Those big eyes were killing him though, he just wanted to declare that everything was fine and apologise profusely all at once. Damn it, was this that puppy-dog eyes thing he’d heard about? It really blowed. He felt completely responsible for every terrible thing that had ever happened in the world and ever would. To distract from that, Kerrie scratches at his throat with nervous hands before speaking up once more. “How about you, Matt? You a student here? I don’t recognise your scent.” He asks curiously, forcing down his shame and awkwardness. His hand moves to run through his thick curls one more, noting they felt almost damp under his calloused fingers. He had spoken as though he was a regular here when really he couldn’t have been here more than a week. He’s pretty confident on his sense of smell however and believes he would never forget a scent such as Matts’. He lets his body relax against the wall, keeping his posture open so Matt wouldn’t feel threatened or whatever he had felt beforehand. Hopefully he could learn a little more about the pup and satisfy his urge to learn every little thing about everyone. A little bit, at least. Amount: 755. SOSHORT. Notes: ErMahGerd, no Matt baby, everything is Kerries' fault. Muse: Splendid.~ Tune: Terrible Things - Mayday Parade Tags: Cal with Matt/Open.

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** Matt's stares were becoming more frequent at certain intervals more so than others, trying to find any malice in the relaxed body posture of the European, but he found none, confusing him entirely, this definitely wasn't normal. Maybe he was just a really masculine looking girl? No, that wasn't logical at all, it was impossible for even the manliest of women to look that scruffy, plus he wasn't sure that they could grow the ghosting of facial hair, unless he was behind on some new scientific discovery. At the other man's questioning look as to the boy's rather innocently ignorant question, obviously the older looking brute wouldn't be at a high school, but who knew, maybe he got held back a bunch of times. The second part of that statement did manage to wrangle another small smile from the newly turned werewolf, however, covered by his arms, though the hints of the glints in his eyes were all that was needed to judge such things. He shyly rubbed his toes against the rough cement as he tried to formulate the correct words, trying not to stutter as hard, but failing all the same, “Y-You don't look l-like a creepy p-person.” Nope, just scary, but that was not meant in offense, everyone was scary to the teen, be it another person his age or even a girl, really the only things he trusted were marshmallows. Gooey, soft, deliciously sweet cylinders of heaven, melting perfectly on his tongue, the mere fantasy making his amber eyes glaze over as his stomach rumbled with the demand for food. ** The completely normal body function made him blush brightly, crimson dusting across his pale cheeks as he tried to silence his belly, and he only succeeded when Kerrie's accent thickened, his inner youthful wolf wanting to learn more about that nice accent, bashfully asking, “Where a-are you from, mister K-Kerrie? If you d-don't mind me a-asking…” Wide, naïve eyes glued on the hand that scratched at the underside of the older werewolf's throat, noticing that he was doing that a lot, one part of him wanting to tell him that he could start to habitually peel the skin off yet the dominant side of his personality, that of the captured little toy, beckoned for him to remain quiet. Another question was directed towards Matt, his hands wringing together just as often as the Scotsman's fingers rubbed against the area underneath his chin, “Y-Yes, a, um, s-senior, m-mister.” The sky above them groaned loudly with thunder, continuing to darken with every second that passed, the noise making him huddle closer to the wall with a rapidly increasing pulse, adding to fearfully finalize the answer, “I l-left school for a while… I-I was supposed t-to graduate, but um, my p-parents… took me o-on a trip.” He hesitated towards the last few terms, having to think up some white lie to avoid whatever had really happened, though it wasn't that far from the truth either, just some things tossed around to make it sound less suspicious. ** The atmosphere relieved itself by dropping a curtain of rain over the city, starting out softly, a few droplets against the Canadian's head, only for it to get stronger as minutes ticked by, his last glance made at Kerrie when they were probably as damp as the dogs they were made out to be from the pounding rain. He didn't move though, just sat there and innocently watched the other, shivering in place from the cold water that easily reached his skin through those barely there clothes, to which he vaguely murmured as the downpour lightened up to a steady trickle, teeth chattering lightly, “Err, I don't t-think we should b-be out here, m-mister Kerrie, we'll g-get sick… Getting s-sick is very b-bad.” So with his hands pressed against the brick wall he helped himself up, ignoring the stinging of his bruised feet, instead walking forward unsurely until he was around a yard away from the older man, gaze cast to the side as he added, “I-I can still a-access my dorm… Um, y-you should come s-so you don't get w-wet.” Even though his mind was screaming at him for such a mistake, listing all of the very bad things that could happen to him, the kinder and people-pleasing side of the boy just wanted to help, and now that Cris had graduated and everyone else left that meant he had the dorm to himself, all alone and quiet. He didn't want that either, it was scary in there, who knew what monsters lurked under the bed. Amount: 764 Words. Notes: OHOHOHO. Had to cut this short since Josue is sleeping, my typing is so loud xD And jus' sayin', my feels are like HEHEHE. Muse: Awesome! Tune: I'm Yours ~ The Script Tags: Hachi with Kerrie; OPEN;

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/6fs00p.png] As Kerrie notes his thick curls starting to slick against his forehead, he tilts his head back slightly to observe the gloomy skies above. Fat droplets of rain spatter across his features and he briefly splutters as water collects against the curve of his grin. He didn’t really mind the waters soaking into his ratty blue polo shirt, seeping into the leather of his beaten up jacket. The rains were something you get used to and he rather enjoyed the cleansing feeling the waters bestowed upon him. What he did not like, however, was the cold. In another life, he remembers loving the harsh bite of cold weather, the sharp feeling of iced winds inside small lungs and frost against numbed fingers. Now, all the cold serves to do is seize up his damned leg, making it stiff and heavy. He feels rather hollow at that conclusion, especially since being cursed with the Wolf means he can no longer be ailed by a humans weak immune system. Fevers and coughs are nothing to a Werewolf and burn out before they can even take root. Of course he would be given something else to caution him in return. Cold means hurt, accept it already. A soft sigh huffs through his nose as he tilts his head back towards Matt, dragging up a light grin at the others ‘relaxing’ state. He rumbles a quiet laugh, pale eyes, now dulling to a stormy grey-blue as the sky became more overcast, gleaming slightly. “Oh, I’m definitely a creep. But it’s nice of you to say so-.” The sentence is slightly bit off, dragging back the name ‘pup’ before it can slide out from behind his teeth. The first time was overlooked, the second would not be. He peers silently at the youth, feeling his grin widen slightly as he notes the tell-tale crinkles at the corner of the others eyes giving away his hidden smile despite having his face buried in his thin arms still. The grin softens when his ears catch the vibrations of the others hunger, suddenly wishing he had something to offer the pup. The thought made him wonder, when was the last time he had ate? Not just Matt but Kerrie himself. Well, he usually filled his gut with alcohol, which kept the hunger sated. Or rather he was too drunk to realise his own hunger. The days tended to blur together, he couldn’t be sure when he swiped his last meal. He made a thoughtful humming sound as Matt piped up once more, swallowing another grin at the fact that the other had spoken without prompting. “Scotland, born and raised. Kind of. Been traveling for a while. And of course I don’t mind, ask about whatever my friend.” ‘Only if I get to ask back’. He kept that part to himself though, wriggling a little where he slouched. It was so easy to draw stories from the lips of those intoxicated, guarded and sober tongues had alluded him for a while. He would be patient though, Kerrie had learned that virtue well. He listened intently to Matts’ words, rolling them over in his mind and committing them to memory. He had noticed that the youth stumbled through his words, and held onto the hope that that might lessen over time, but here he was quick to pick up on the strange hesitations. The shuddering pulse of the other trembled in his ears and the sharp scent of fear became saturated in the sour smell of anxiety. Quick eyes saw every twitch, Kerrie knew when the truth was kept from him. He calculated all this quickly and nodded along with the pups words but kept his expression briefly blank. He would not pressure Matt for the full story but he made sure his suspicions rang loud and clear so the other knew he would figure the story out for himself if the other deigned not to tell him. Otherwise, he would leave well enough alone. For now. The skies groans didn’t bother Kerrie and the Wolf cared little for its’ environment. As long as the harsh booming remained within the sky, he couldn’t care less. The only thing bothering him now was the ache of cold that settled into his bones. He tipped his head curiously to Matt as the teen spoke, eyes soft as he watches the other support himself with the wall. He hummed quietly in a sound that could’ve been agreement but really he didn’t mind staying out here now that he was already wet. He did eye the pup slightly though, did he not know human illnesses meant nothing to a werewolf? Perhaps it was different for Matt, he did seem to be genuinely cold. While shivers did trail down Kerries’ spine, the cold never really felt solid. It was more like his body felt it should be vibrating his muscles to generate heat but didn’t know it no longer had to. He often felt like that, like his body was confused how to act. Truly, he had never been left to grow and accept the transition from human to werewolf. His body had never really come to grips with the change. At the others invitation, he cocks his head in surprise, pushing himself upright to gaze at the other, wet bangs dripping into his eyes. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.” Is the first thing that comes from his mouth but his gaze becomes considering. Really, he shouldn’t be hanging out in the dorm room of a student he had just met. That could cause all kinds of trouble. He also didn’t want to impose himself upon the frail youth, hating to think he made Matt more anxious than was necessary. However, he did have nowhere else to go. The closes bar was quite a walk from the school and he still hadn’t located Ashelin to ask if he could clutter up her area for a while. He gazed to his deformed limb, feeling the ache of it before he had even thought to move it. Perhaps somewhere to wait out the cold was a good idea. “But, if you’ll have me, I would like to wait this storm out. The wet look doesn’t seem to be working out for me.” He quips with a grin, pushing wet locks from his eyes. The motion, while it cleared the hair from his face, only served to mat the wet curls together at the top of his head. Now they struck out at random angles, adamantly trying to defy the waters weight. It’s a slow, painful process to get himself upright, propping himself first on his right leg and pushing one hand onto the bent knee. His other hand sprawled across the soaked brickwork behind him, straining as he shoves himself upright. He totters on the spot for a moment before letting his left limb touch the wet ground. With that, he gives Matt a wide grin and rolls his hand at him, indicating he should lead the way. Amount: 1,171. Notes: Sorry this took so long Cal. 8'C -Hands marshmallows and clunky Kerrie to compensate.- Muse: Sodding great. Tune: Wake Me Up - Avicci Tags: Cal with Matt/Open.

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** Mattie’s fingers were pressing against one another nervously as he stood in front of the rugged werewolf, as if wondering what to do after he offered him a dry place to stay, something so strange to be coming out of the boy’s mouth, seeing as how five minutes ago he was hyperventilating to death on the floor. Though his soft golden eyes did watch painfully as the older brute tried to get up with his injured leg and the youth battled internally as to whether he should give him a helping hand or not, but it was doused with promises of betrayal, so he just lingered with shame. Eventually Kerrie staggered up in a way that reminded him of his drunkard of a father, taking a step back from habit to avoid a lashing hand and when it didn't come he submissively glanced back up, watching him wobble slightly from the lack of balance. He blinked innocently with an oblivious thought, perhaps he could give him an idea later on, pondering, 'Maybe he would be able to walk better with a cane…' The other werewolf was like some sort of bowling pin, unable to find a true center, at least until he wavered around a bit more, settling slowly, that same grin on his face, one that the Canadian was starting to get used to. He wondered if it would disappear if he prodded it, something he didn't want to happen, he liked that friendly expression, it was so much nicer than a scowl, that was for sure. ** When the hand was waved forward at him in a completely non-violent manner the youth flinched back anyways, eyes glued to the floor until they wandered back up and noticed the mitt was back near the older man's side, just having made a gesture for him to lead them to the dorm. Fidgeting slightly Matt nodded and took a step forward, only to glance over his shoulder and take another step to the side, as if distancing himself, already feeling completely out of his comfort zone with someone behind him, constantly having to look back. The stroll itself wasn't that long, his room being only on the second floor, but he didn't move very fast, taking into consideration the Scotsman's injured leg, finally at the ghastly wooden door. Fingers danced over the metal of the doorknob before he found enough strength to twist it, opening it up and shuffling through, head turning back to make sure Kerrie was still there. Since he had been in a rush earlier this was really the only moment he got to truly remember his dorm, and the eerie thing was that most of the things from his roommates were still here, as if they had just up and disappeared, especially Nico's items. Heck there was even a pair of his jeans strewn over the side of the leather couch, Mattie's box of movies left untouched by the TV and even Cris's bed was unmade from what the werewolf could peek from his position. ** He resisted the wolfish urge to just shake himself dry right now, seeing as how he was shivering quite forcefully, only to turn awkwardly to his new guest, murmuring, “I-If you want, you can go t-to Nico's room and borrow s-some dry clothes…” The ghost probably didn't need them anymore, wherever he had went, and the archer shared the same body type as the peaceful brute in front of him. The boy didn't stick around any longer before he scuttled off towards his own room, sore feet comforted by the rough texture of the carpet. Home. A faint smile crawled its way on to his expression as he searched for those pajamas he had worn whenever he woke up earlier than Renny and Nico a long time ago, the checkered flannel pants and that snug maroon V-neck top. Oh, and his precious collection of scarves, checking in the quaint wooden box near his closet just to make sure they were still there, letting out a sigh of relief to see that they were untouched, stroking a hand over the top and making sure it was latched shut with that rusty lock. He had meandered his way into the bathroom, scrubbing at the red and blue blotches on his skin, managing to get any traces of blood off, the latter myriad of bruises left behind as he had changed into something less baggy on his thin body. Alas with no long sleeves he also felt exposed at the same time, rubbing at his forearms tenderly, the inevitable showing and he guessed he'd think up some excuse if he was confronted, but Kerrie didn't seem very forward, so it would be alright. ** Mattie eventually wandered back out, following the older male's scent to wherever he was, gold eyes blinking innocently like some sort of lost pup. With this sort of distraction he nearly collided into the European, reeling back as fast as he could when his nose barely skimmed the other's shoulder, tripping over the couch in the process, gangly limbs and all. Over the armrest he had went, landing on his lean back against the cushions, instantly pulling his legs back into his arms as he stared at the more experienced werewolf. Fear was still lurking in his gaze but his mind had randomly switched to a question no one had been able to answer for him, well that was obvious considering he never talked to many people, but still, he was curious as to this new life as a turned species. So he just blinked one more time before whispering, “W-When do we t-turn, mister K-Kerrie?” He had yet to experience his wolf form, and frankly he was scared of it all, knowing that the shifting process for werecreatures was completely different than that of the shifters. Amount: 974 Words. Notes: Sorry this took forever! <333 Muse: Amazingggg<3 Tune: Untitled ~ Simple Plan Tags: Hachi with Kerrie; OPEN;

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[atrb=background,http://i44.tinypic.com/6fs00p.png] Kerrie winced slightly as Matt flinched back from his rolling hand gesture, squashing down the animalistic urge to whine and wander over to bump the youths shoulder in a show of warmth-comfort-pack. He instead remained in his relaxed, easy stance, internally battling away the Wolf as its’ subconscious influence began to bleed through once more. It was odd, how close to the surface the beast prowled tonight. His last Turning had been recent and the Wolf should still be resting within him. Perhaps it was the closeness to another of his kind that brought on the canine behaviours. However, that usually filled him with a deep, gnawing dread. A bone deep terror that ignited violence like oil under a spark. He dragged his thoughts from those raw wounds and back to the teen before him, watching as Matt hesitated before turning to lead the way as Kerrie had suggested. In such a stupid way, had he forgotten how easy it was to set off a spooked animal? No, he remembered the too-quick movement in the corner of his eye so long ago, the way instinct had seized him in its’ sudden, fierce grip. The world had blurred and there was blood filling his mouth, threat-predator-hurt-kill-killkill, and screams rattled in his ears but he didn’t care because he had struck first and that meant life and why were his teeth not sawing the flesh between them with their usual, effortless grace? Kerrie grimaces, shoving the memory away and rubbing weary fingers at his throbbing temples briefly. This is why he should not be sober, why was he still sober right now? Memories were such a spiteful thing and the ones from that- Rehab. They stung the worse, if only because the line between himself and the Wolf had been so blurred, his cracked mind allowing the other presence to sweep in and fill the gaps like a swelling tide. He follows behind Matt at a respectful distance, being sure not to crowd the pup and that each step he took was heavy and deliberate, so his location was always known to the skittish werewolf. Not that that was hard, his limping gait was even more pronounced than usual. Damn weather. He entered the building with an air of ease but internally he was panicking just slightly, every curious gaze seeming to brand his skin with unheard judgements. He kept up a lazy grin however. Heh, nothing to see here. Totally not some pervert trailing into a high school, nope, not me, what are you even saying. He was distantly aware of the fact that his shoulders had tensed some and rolled them slowly, huffing a quiet laugh to himself. He needed a drink, things were so much easier to deal with when drunk. Kerrie paused a few paces behind Matt as the pup stopped at one of the doors on the second floor, resisting the great urge to sniff in interest at the door frame before him. He did wait respectfully until Matt entered the room first, quirking a grin when honey-hued eyes glanced over to him briefly. He steps over the threshold and is immediately assaulted by a kaleidoscope of scents. The strangely sweet scent that Kerrie knew to be Matts’ own was oddly absent in the area, stale echoes of a scent mostly, but Kerrie remembers Matt saying he had been ‘away’ for a while. There was also a sharp-musky scent that had non-existent hackles rising. The undertones of it screamed Shape-shifter and he lowered his lips from where they had been twitching up slightly. As he moves forward some more to inhale more scents, his wet bangs sloshed into his eyes, making him huff in irritation. Without a second thought, he shakes his skull fiercely, craning out his neck to allow himself to rotate his head at just the right angle. The rippling shockwaves of the canine shakes caused the flesh all down his body to twist and try to shed the water that clung to it. After he ceases the action, his curls are far less sopping and a more curly damp with no more drips. Kerrie had just started to dissect the other, colder smells around the area when Matts’ voice brushes his ears. He gives the pup a wry grin, plucking at his damp shirt. “I’m fine, body heat’ll dry me off soon enough. I’ll try not to drip all over the place, though.”

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It wasn’t even an excuse, his body always burned a few degrees hotter than any humans did. It could have been the amount of chemical reactions buzzing through his form that let out such heat but Kerrie couldn’t be sure, it kept him warmer on the nights he didn’t drink himself into a stupor and that was really all he cared about.

His mind was screaming at him though, even as he peeled off his leather jacket. ‘Idiot, you’re letting this opportunity pass up?! Free clothes, when was the last time you had more than two shirts? And there had to be food in here, you could take it all and finally pack your shrunken gut for once. Stupid stupid stupid, take it and go, look, the stupid child is even leaving you alone! This is your chance to get supplies, he doesn’t need everything in here, he could spare to lose some things.’

Kerrie watched the thin back as Matt retreated, narrow shoulders dipped down and finally relaxed under damp cloth that clung to his bony form. A morbid chuckle rolled from his throat and he turned back to his inspection. Eh, he was gonna die in a few years anyway, might as well die with a somewhat clear conscience.

He let his ragged rucksack drop to the floor, hopefully it wouldn’t leak a puddle on the carpet or something, and hunted for somewhere to put his jacket until it dried. He holds it to his nose briefly, inhaling the scent of grit and rain and under it all, the stale scent of his brother.

He eventually just hangs the coat on one of the hooks near the door and returns to his bag. He hefts it up, winces guiltily at the wet patch on the carpet before he unzips it and rummages around inside. His fingers ghost over the cool glass of the bottle he had wrapped up in there and oh how his throat ached with the need of it. He was starting to get twitchy for an entirely different reason than just unburnt energy, need coursing through him like a toxin. Just one drain, the pup wouldn’t notice if he took a quick gulp and then his stomach would stop thrashing like a pit of especially angry vipers.

But the pup was a werewolf like him, he would smell the alcohol as soon as Kerrie unscrewed the lid. The kid already cringed from him so much, so small and scared and looked oh-so broken couldn’t hurt him more, he felt alcohol would make it worse. He glowered at the bottle silently, he knew he was an alcoholic but he would just have to suck it up for a while. Hopefully he wouldn’t go cold turkey on the pup and start throwing up everywhere but surely he wouldn’t be here that long.

He rummages through the bag a bit more, feeling for his sketch book to be sure it hadn’t gotten wet but it was perfectly dry. Thank God.

He snickered a bit to himself, zipping up the bag once more and looking around for somewhere to stash it. He eventually just placed it where it had been before, deigning to ask Matt if there was anywhere specifically he could leave it.

He was just sniffing around aimlessly when Matt returned. He had smelt him coming long before and his soft footfalls were very loud to Kerries’ sensitive ears. He still jerked slightly in surprise when the pup didn’t stop coming, surprised breath tingling over the nerves of his shoulder and up to his neck.

He spun around quickly enough but thankfully the Wolf only rose briefly to glare suspiciously through his vision, blue irises melting gold before it was gone the next moment. Matt was hunched up on the couch now, eyes wide with a spark of fear, and so not a threat. The Wolf still prickled about being approached from behind like that but only gave out a few ghostly growls before Kerrie forced it to retreat.

He blinked at the question in mild shock, he really was a pup wasn’t he?, but he settled for tilting his head slightly at the youth. No use padding the blow that was to come.

“Every full moon, I’m afraid. The next one isn’t for a few weeks though, you’ll have time to prepare.”[/b]

Kerrie edged closer slightly, wondering if Matt would just clench up tighter if he sat beside him. Damn it, he just wanted to press against the pup, hug him or something. Kerrie repressed that though because now wasn’t the time. Kerrie had always been very touchy-feely and when he had been taken and thrown in a cage the only touch he got was a bite. But he had loved that anyway. He was touch-starved and sometimes the bar fights he started weren’t just for shits and giggles because who cared if it was a fist against his jaw it was still contact, there was still flesh warm against his own. The violence was a comfort now.

Holy shit, he needed to stop being sober.

But not now. Now he just waited for Matt to stop curling in on himself, watching the pup with blue eyes, hoping they were soft and non-threatening, reassuring.



Amount: 1,615
Notes: Holy shit, I don't even know why this took so long. I am worse person. Have this horrible cluster-fuck of words. Hope you can make sense of it. 8'C
Muse: Splendid.~
Tune: The River - Imagine Dragons
Tags: Cal with Matt/Open
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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** Honey-colored eyes continued to peek at the scruffy werewolf from over his knees, arms wrapping around them a bit tighter as he noticed how the older man moved closer. His lower back muscles tensed out of raw habit, only to loosen up when he saw that Kerrie meant no harm, his warm blue gaze evident of that, the sore toes of the teen digging into the soft material of the couch as he murmured, “D-Don't you want t-to sit down, m-mister Kerrie?” He felt that the limping werewolf was trying to be genuinely nice to him and all he knew how to do in return was attempt to show kindness back, in that awkward way of his, just squirming around a somre more, on the opposite end of the couch just to feel sort of safer. But when he had asked his question he wanted to feel some flicker of hope, some chance that it wouldn't be like what he imagined, though as the solemn words passed the male's mouth the youth frowned softly, fingers skirting the skin around his chin as he bobbed his head in understanding. He was afraid, he didn't want to shift anytime soon, the process for wereanimals so much more different than the magical illusion of shifters and he let out a silent whimper, a million more questions racing through his head. Alas he concluded that he would only pick one more so as to not trigger off the curly-haired man, “W-Will it h-hurt, like in t-the movies?” ** As if the mention of films caused a light bulb to go off in his head, the recently turned werewolf scampered his way off of the couch with that face alight with innocence, perhaps not as afraid as before now that he was distracted by something that he liked. Movies were fun, and so were marshmallows, they were just so yummy that he could never have enough. While the boy wasn't confident enough to have his willowy back turned towards Kerrie, he did have it angled, eyes only flickering up from his thumbing through the cases every couple of seconds or so. The tip of his tongue was stuck out in concentration, letting out a quiet hum of approval when he found the exact DVD he had been searching for, 'An American Werewolf in London', popping the disk out of the case as he turned on the television that was right in front of the coffee table. Eyes were glued to the glowing screen as he listened to the rain pattering outside, skimming his fingers over the play button before he was jostled to do so by the voice coming from the box, letting the trailers roll. He sat there for a bit afterwards, just like a child given some entertainment, at least until he remembered his desire from earlier, standing up with a wobble and ghosting along the furthest wall to the right, sharply turning and entering the kitchen that had once been bubbling with life and laughter. ** Most of the organic food was gone from the fridge, other than what Cris had replaced every once in a while, he guessed, turning instead to the pantry, opening up the wooden barrier to peek inside innocently. Most of the snacks in here were nonperishable, something he was thankful for, fingers sliding spices and canned goods to the side to reach the jackpot in the back, the seemingly endless collection of marshmallow bags. Slender fingers snatched the edges of what he could, tugging them out with a breathless grunt, holding the precious cargo to his chest, feeling the cylindrical drops of heaven squish with the pressure, slowly making his way back to where the older werewolf was. He set the marshmallows down first with hesitation, right in the middle of the pair, as if they would protect him in case something went wrong, taking one of the bags as he kept his eyes submissively on Kerrie's throat. He blinked once before he popped open the plastic wrap, shyly nudging one of the other bags towards the Scotsman, leaving the two others in the center for later, only breaking his attention away when he stared gleefully down into the mass of white snacks, plucking one out and popping it into his mouth. His stomach sighed with the pleasure of getting his absolute favorite thing in the world, chewing lightly as heard the eerie music of the movie starting, watching the protagonist stroll carelessly around the dark streets. ** Matt was nibbling on the edge of one of the marshmallows when the exact scene he had been referring to came on, most of the movie having passed in silence between the pair, murmuring as the character's bones twisted and snapped, “S-See? Is it l-like that?” Frightened eyes were wide with the scene as the man convulsed on the ground and tried to control what was happening to his body, only for an immense bipedal creature to take its place, roaring at the full moon itself, the smaller werewolf on the couch blinking at the action. This weird feeling churned in his gut as his inner wolf finally came out to explore for once, it had mainly stayed dormant since his turning, playful bark echoing in his head silently, making the boy jerk a bit in his spot. He glanced to both sides as if expecting a wolf to come out of nowhere, not believing that it was something within his soul that was trying to control his actions, primarily in a way that would include inspecting the European beside him. Potential pack. Shaking those feelings off, the teen instead furrowed his brows and stared at the screen, shivering slightly as his youthful wolf continued to prod him, and he couldn't help it anymore, exasperatedly asking, “I-I hear a wolf, m-mister Kerrie…” Amount: 975 Words. lmao one more word than last time xD Notes: Hngh, short post, apologies! ;w; Muse: So good x.x Tune: Whiskey Lullaby ~ Brad Paisley && Allison Krauss Tags: Hachi with Kerrie; OPEN;