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| Billy | Jul 2 2013, 12:18 AM Post #1 |
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Alpha dog.
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Walk on through a red parade and refuse to make amends It cuts deep through our ground and makes us forget all common sense --- The wolves under her regime aren't always as friendly or trustworthy as they should be. In reality, Billy's circle of ''trusted'' can be accounted for on one hand and even then the hand is shaky. Sabra, Vianne, Nathan, Giles to a degree. But even then they were carefully maintained and monitored. One wrong step and Sabra or Nathan's wolf would descend, Vianne could be useless, and Giles would destroy everything she'd worked towards; consumed by his demon. Life was about this, balancing on a tightrope. Your arms outstretched in a failed attempt to keep from falling, a feat much easier, when it come down to it, with a tail. But there is one constant in her life. One individual who somehow glides past even the reputation of family. Blood for blood. The sort of union that solidified in the teeth of her wolf who was much more inclined to lick then go for throat. The Blackwater alpha seldom has time to visit. Between incongruous work hours and then her ''night life''. Taking time to specifically see this individual was a rare and valued treat. The fact of the matter being Billy did not have much of a personal life anymore. And more importantly, she did not have to nurture his companionship. There was a cosmic attraction between the both of them that made things easy. That'd been the reason he'd left, come back, and then took her with him when he left again. A healthy long term romance might be observed through kaleidoscope vision. But with Dalton it was and wasn't. Every now and then she yearns for the simplicity of his companionship. The sort of balance and symmetry the monster in her craves, given freely without teeth to bare or blood to shed. "Hey," She says. Smiles at him something big and genuine. Beautiful in it's scarcity. Suddenly the blonde looks five years younger, back in the day when she'd been conquering kings and toppling hierarchy. Yet to experience the pain off loss of inefficiency. Heavy is the head that wears the crown. "Wanna duck out and go out with me tonight?" And feeling cheerful, maybe even more cordial than usual she adds. "Please?" Knowing he has never denied her when she'd added, so uncharacteristically, so hopefully, please. |
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| Beau | Jul 7 2013, 10:30 PM Post #2 |
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Newborn
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Beau is, if anything, an outlier in the pack. The thing that lives in him, breathes through his lungs and reaches out with his hands, it is not a jealous creature. It neither craves subordination nor privilege nor the sovereignty of rule. It is satiated simply with being. That being said, it is unnerved by the stagnation of the backwater little town, and its limited movement around the state. He soothes it, with quiet words and free reign a few nights of the week. He's wound up way out passed the state line, having to hike his way back home. He doesn't ask for help, doesn't ask for money, doesn't sit around getting plastered, reminiscing about the good all the times with the rest of the pack. Yeah, part of it is a pride thing. The other part: simply that he wants next to nothing to do with the others. Instead, fills the time with necessary human activities. Beau works. Picking up simple jobs around Blackwater or the towns around, because it's what he does to survive. Bucking hay, fixing fences, working all day picking ripe fruit off trees in the dead heat of summer, couples times even doing house chores for an elderly lady who he swears is trying to hex him. Today, in the heat and muggy weather, it's loading up a truck. Doesn't know what's in the boxes, just tosses 'em in the back of the trailer and hopes whatever is in them isn't too fragile. He's bone-tired, his shoulder are sunburnt, and there's nothing he'd like more than to do absolutely nothing. "Hey." " 'ey," he answers, doesn't look up from what he's doing, just chucks another box in, and waits. He could hear her coming, knew it was her. She was the only one who seemed to be able to find him, no matter where he was. Billy's always got something hanging over her, a perpetual black cloud. The cloud is an ever expanding territory and greedy little mouths to feed. "Wanna duck out and go out with me tonight? Please?" Gonna kill her one day, he swears. Doesn't say so, of course, he isn't that dense, just let's it all roll off her shoulders. Seldom onto his. She usually consults her sisters who are more invested in matters. Beau figures it must be particularly bad if she's out here baking in the heat with him instead. "Hmmmm," he murmurs, as if he's actually contemplating the request. It was practically a plea. She had a weight to carry. More accurately, chose to carry and she wasn't one to be denied so easily. Especially since their connection, a strange force that tethered them together, was his whole reason for being here. If he couldn't spend one night with her, he might as well pack it in and leave the little town. "Help me finish this up first." A smile and his crinkle up a little bit. It's not a look you usually see on him and he looks almost as different as she does. Like they could almost pretend they don't have those matching scares, like they aren't standing on a pile of bodies waiting for it give under them and swallow the whole town up. |
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| Billy | Jul 16 2013, 03:47 PM Post #3 |
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Alpha dog.
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Beau is a rare treat. A tasty delicacy she can seldom afford. With all the awareness that if she had him every night maybe he wouldn't be so special anymore -- she's fully intent on enjoying her night with him and then returning to her loud and else wise needy existence. It's smothering enough to make this mouthful of southern sun just a little worth it. Damn, Beau's gotten some muscle about him. She observes quietly, still smiling with that out-of-place characteristic gap and part smirk. Arm lifting to cup against her forehead in a makeshift attempt at some shade. She's squinting all black eyelash and murky brown eyes at him. Waiting for him to make his reply. Although she knows he's joking around, she shuffles timidly at his hesitance -- keeps the smile real big. There are a lot of unspoken things between the both of them. Enough that neither likely feel entirely comfortable forever. This she knows. Many were wary of Beau because of it. Unsure at where he stood in the blond alpha's life. They gave him a wide girth and a free existence. A reputation she was sure he worked to his favor. Beau says something about her helping him finish up faster, and any other wolf may have had their eyes bulge out of their head when she moved to do so. She hitches one of her boots at the edge of the trailer first, prepared to mosey on in and slide her fingers open for a classic hand-off. But her werewolf man is in close proximity. And Billy is nothing if not a tease. "You got a little big,' she says. Reaching absent minded to squeeze his muscles then make a show of her own in mock humor. 'Why ya' need a lil ol' girl like me to help you?" And it's less of a play to get out of work than it is breaking the ice. And whatever Beau responds with Billy still climbs up into the back of the truck and opens her hands for him to hand her the boxes. "What's in these things anyway?" she ask curiously, jiggles one of them to her best ability -- narrowly avoiding a box to the foot. She's not as graceful as he is with them. Although she's built up quite the muscle mass over the years (naturally in her line of work -- and home life.) She's still not a hundred fifty pound something man."Aint you look or somethin' bub?" She comments offhandedly. "Mighty damn heavy. Supposin' it's a body?" And laughs because with her luck it probably is. |
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