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Post by alryktwyla on Jul 25, 2012 1:38:02 GMT 1
Alryk had been out on patrol with a small group of the pack. They had not found anything remarkable and were heading back for the night. Day. Time seemed to lose all meaning unless it was a full moon. Everyone then felt its subtle lure during it. He had not ventured out of the tunnels in several days and was looking forward to a foray out for something fresh to eat.
His lip curled at the thought of luke warm left overs. No he was hungry for something hot and raw. Preferably young and tender too. He could feel the saliva pool under his tongue as he thought of just what he was hungry for. He spotted his brother lurking just out side of his den and smiled at him.
"What up little bro?" he asked before stepping around Aryk and heading into his room. They never seemed to be on the same page these days and he wondered just what was going on.
"Little? The only one little in the family is Ravyn and she ain't here." he snapped sullenly.
Great his brother was in one of those moods. If Alryk didn't know any better he would have thought his brother was a bitch going into heat or something. He was moody as all get out and everything set him off. It was like playing with one of the VSF's bombs.. He had little desire to get his hand blown off.
"Whatever Aryk. What do you want. I'm hungry and not in the mood to tip toe through your garden of woe is me." He added and stripped down to bare skin. He always kept a small metal bucket of fresh water that he used to wash up quickly in. The chill of the water brought his rapidly heating temper back down to a low simmer. Droplets of water ran down his back in little rivulets. It felt good to wash the stink of the tunnels off of his skin. His brother still had not said anything and he turned with a brow quirked in question.
"Earth to Aryk. What did you want bro?" he asked as he gave a little shake to dry himself before donning a fresh set of clothing. A simple tee that clung to his pecks like a second skin and pair of cargo pants that were growing a little snug around his ass. Damn time to find a fatter human to eat, he thought with a soft snort of laughter. He stole another glance at his brother as he zipped up the pants. Usually his brother was quiet; just not this quiet. Unease started to work it's way into his normally care free and happy go lucky attitude.
All Aryk did was shake his head and turn around leaving his brothers room.
"Son of a rabid she bitch, what the hell is going on with that mutt." he muttered to himself as his stomach let lose with a growl of it's own. He would deal with that later, now it was time for food. He started to think about his brothers weirdness and wondered if it didn't have something to do with Ravyn. Just what had his sister gotten into now. He was fairly certain she had not mated.. yet. We'll she better not have. He decided to hunt her down first before cornering his prickly brother to find out what the hell was going on.
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Post by Hall on Jul 31, 2012 1:02:05 GMT 1
Hall was going crazy. He was currently sat on the floor in his room with his hands over his ears, rocking and muttering sullenly to himself. Had anyone walked in and seen him he would have looked the very picture of a lunatic. There was a fair bustle going on in the lair at the moment and as far as Hall was concerned it might as well have been a riot. Far too many scents and sounds, far too many lycans he didn't really know, the lair always seemed hectic and crowded to him.
Retreating to his room had rescued him from a some of it. The scents were no longer a confusing tangle just one big smell of habitation which wasn't quite as bad. He didn't have to look at or talk to anyone here and it was starting to get around that visitors were not welcome. He was having considerably less success dealing with the noise however. Hall's hearing had always been pretty damned good but now it seemed like he could hear every word, footfall and sneeze in the entire Under-city.
He found he was growling again and the first hints of painful hunger pangs were beginning to twist at his stomach. Hunger had taken on a whole new meaning since he had become a Lycan. There had been a time what seemed like forever ago that hunger was the normal state of being and could be disregarded as no more than a minor annoyance. Now it was a raging inferno that must be fed constantly or it would consume him entirely. He needed to feed again, or maybe fuck... probably both.
With a snarl of irritation he got to his feet; he would have to go out and face the heaving mass of lycans again and see if there was anything around to eat. Of course there wasn't. With so many out and about a fresh kill didn't last long at all. If he wanted to feed he would have to go out himself and hunt. Not that Hall had even the slightest reluctance to embrace any excuse to head out of the lair but out in the tunnels there was still a significant chance that he would just get lost and end up hungry, pissed off, and walking in circles.
A couple of lycan children ran past playing chase and shrieking exuberantly, causing Hall to wince. That settled it. He turned and headed back into the area of the private sleeping quarters planning to use one of the lesser travelled tunnels out of the lair; there was a considerably greater chance that he would get lost that way but at least he would be able to do it in peace. He slipped silently down the corridor, the last thing he wanted was to draw the attention of some cheerful soul who wanted to 'help him'.
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Post by alryktwyla on Aug 2, 2012 3:44:08 GMT 1
Moving silently down the tunnel from his room into a smaller set of tunnels that were usually not used often or by most. His nose twitched as he caught a familiar scent. A slow smile spread across his lips. Hummm, something young and tender, he thought with a very wolfish grin. Alryk had been hungry for food before he left his room, and now another hunger might need to be fed as well. He bent his neck to the left and then the right releasing the built up tension in his muscles.
He started forward again slowly, now hunting for a tender morsel that would definitely take care of one his current hungers. He could deal with family issues later. What ever was going on. But, not now. Now was for himself.
A few hundred feet ahead of him he could begin to make out a silhouette. Tall thin and with a scent of frustration rolling off on the air. Alryk wondered what had the young lycans knickers in a twist. He chuckled softly to himself and quickened his pace just a little. Coming up behind Hall he made sure to make a noise as he didn't feel like scaring the man. A soft scrape of his hand on the tunnel wall. New lycan's had tendency to attack first and think second. He did not feel like the one being eaten when he was the one hungry in the first place.
Feeling more like his usual self he couldn't help but grin before whispering "Boo!"
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Post by Hall on Aug 8, 2012 8:14:22 GMT 1
Hall was still quite seriously agitated from just walking through the lair and the scents of all the unknown individuals seemed to cling to his skin like spider webs. He was rubbing at his naked forearms vigorously to try and alleviate the crawling of his flesh that made him want to try and physically claw the scents from himself. It was so hard to feel clean around the lair; it felt like constantly wading through soup and the damp of the tunnels was cloying compared to the dry heat above ground.
He was wearing a pretty basic ensemble even by lycan standards, torn jeans with a plaited rope belt. He wasn't wearing a shirt, for the most part because he didn't actually own one yet but also because he was looking forward to feeling the sun on his skin for a change. All the creeping around in the dark bugged him; he would much rather sneak about during the day and enjoy the sunshine. He'd not even managed to find any shoes to fit him; it seemed City Humans all had huge feet. He was hoping to pick off one of the construction skivvies, that might net him some decent boots at least.
With a frown on his face he headed off into the dim passageways. Scowling had become Hall's usual reaction to most of the lycans he met by chance out in the tunnels. He didn't like being crowded or patronised and the 'grouchy' reputation he seemed to have garnered served to give him a little peace from those who were determined to make it their business to 'integrate' him into the pack. As far as Hall was concerned he was integrated just fine thank you very much. He'd got the message loud and clear with regards to Lukias and that was that.
Of course he still had a lot to learn about the whole Lycan business but Dels was helping him out with that despite him having thrown a complete strop at her when he found out she normally taught infants. He'd gotten over it, and it was a hell of a lot better than learning alongside the brats. Dels felt almost like family. Not really like a sister; more like the hot cousin who was supposedly off limits but what could it hurt huh? Everything else just seemed to need practice, and that he did much better by himself.
He hadn't gotten very far at all into the twisting tunnels that led in a more roundabout route to the upper levels and eventually the surface and food, when he heard a faint sound from behind him. Instinctively he spun around with a snarl on his lips and a growl growing in his chest. It should probably have been far too close to the lair for anything dangerous to be creeping up on him but 'should' and 'probably' weren't odds that Hall liked to play.
Before the adrenaline completely kicked in however he realised that what was behind him was another male lycan. He was all ready to scowl and tell whoever it was to piss the hell off when he caught sight of the grinning expression. “Boo!” For a second Hall was puzzled; he was sure he had seen the guy glaring at him earlier, slinking around looking as surly as Hall did on a bad day. This look was better, tight pants, damp hair; Hall was already feeling that familiar tightening in his groin as one hunger fed into another. For a moment he just stood and stared before slowly running his tongue over his upper lip.
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Post by alryktwyla on Aug 19, 2012 22:53:16 GMT 1
Alryk instinctively took a small step back at the snarl and growling lycan that spun around. Though his smug grin never changed he did give the lycan some space. His brow quirked as he watched the tongue slide over Halls lip, leaving in glistening in the dim tunnel light. Well if that wasn't a invite he was a monkey's uncle.
"Hungry aren't you?" he asked of Hall, a slightly mocking tone that hid his intentions as he stepped up closer to the young lycan. Crowding him. His pale blue grey eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in closer. His chiseled jaw covered with a days growth scraped against Halls as he moved in closer still. "I'm hungry." his warm breath feathered out over Halls ear.
Alryk lipped at Halls ear before pulling back quickly and giving him a once over. Slowly letting his eyes rove over every muscular bit of bare chest. Lingering like a caress as he looked over the growing bulge in his jeans. His own were growing smaller by the moment. Nothing like a fresh bit of hot flesh to feed a starving creature.
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Post by Hall on Aug 20, 2012 6:47:07 GMT 1
Quite suddenly all the other annoying odours of the lair and sewers seemed to fade away from Hall's senses and the only thing left was the hot, musky scent of the male lycan stood in front of him. It seemed to fill the confined space of the tunnel, rich and tempting, and Hall's body was leaping at the chance to succumb to that temptation. The hunger that had been growing in his stomach melted away as blood rushed southward and another hunger rose fast and hard.
“Hungry...?” The other male clearly had no idea just how hungry Hall got for flesh to sate his considerable appetites. Though Dels had assured him that he would gain more control over the next year, he knew he had frightened her with how rapidly and determinedly his focus changed from feeding to fucking with very little warning. He was still growling as the taunting male moved up to him, but the tone had changed entirely, becoming deeper and sliding from threat to challenge.
He didn't flinch back an inch as the taller lycan brushed against him, meeting the gleam in his pale eyes with a smouldering look from his own dark-lashed brilliant blue orbs. His breathing was becoming fast and shallow and he was practically panting with need. He shuddered as Alryk teased at his ear and groaned in frustration as he pulled back from him, wanting far more than just light teasing. Hall stepped forward into the space Alryk has just vacated; he wasn't about to let this flirt just walk away from him after that come-on.
Hall wasn't just hungry now, he was ravenous. A light sweat was glistening on his skin catching the faint light of the tunnel, the shiny black scar from his branding standing out in sharp contrast to the lean tanned muscles of his chest. He was wound so tight that something was going to snap if he didn't defuse some of that pent up energy soon. Hall reached for Alryk's hair, knotting his fingers into it and pulling his grinning face down toward his hungry lips. “I want a taste...” he growled urgently.
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Post by Marcel Chevalier on Aug 26, 2012 7:29:07 GMT 1
Moved see PM.
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