Yes I know I'm a wolf and I've been known to bite, But I'm telling you that you'll be safe with me
Welcome
Hello potential student and/or teacher!! Before you begin, there are a few things your had better know right away.
First, Whispers in the Dark is an alternate universe Vampire Knight rp. Meaning, we are based largely upon the anime, but we've expanded the world in a pretty big way and we just don't feel comfortable claiming it can be in the same universe as the original.
Secondly, there are only original characters here. There should be a certain equality among our student body and to achieve that, we feel everyone should play their own character and not one designed to be the star of the show. We are all the stars of our own show.
And finally, we are rated PG-13. We know our limits, but we love to use them to the fullest.
Your pre-orientation is now complete. If we seem like the place for you, check out the plot and the rest of the rules and don't be afraid to ask us anything in the cbox!
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Common
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ex-human
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Mooncalled
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Humans
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The Season
Year
Year One, First Semester
Season
Winter
The school has finally opened its doors to the... well, it's not so public yet.
All students are here by invitation only for now. Why? Because Cross Academy is a school unlike
any other... and not just because their school year begins in winter. Grades levels
(meaning freshman, sophomore, etc.) don't really matter much here. After all, the
students aren't just here to learn. We're all here to try to coexist. That's our main
priority. Teaching kids as we do it is just a bonus.
adjective - Having a smooth, rich flow; filled with something (such as honey) that sweetens.
Updates
March 4, 2016
Today we have converted the proboards shoutbox into an ic cbox!! We have a new ooc cbox on the side tables. Hopefully this will help us all keep up with who's who when we get more members/memebers start making multiple characters.
February 27, 2016
It's been a few days, but everything has been rewritten, tweaked, and updated now!! Finally done!! We are pleased to reindroduce Wispers in the Dark!! We hope you will find the updates fantasic and have a wonderful time here! Welcome!
February 22, 2016
We are hard at work redoing everything for WITD. It's been years and we are all older and wiser now, so it's time to give this site another shot! Let's get this thing back open!!
The fact that his mate had already been chosen for him was completely unknown to him. At least, it had been up until she was placed down in front of him, the bitch of a wolf nudging the younger girl towards him. Everett had little to no interest in her, and was about to turn away when his father just about kicked in him in the ass to get him closer to the female his age. To be honest, he felt a bit betrayed. Never before had Fredric forced him to interact with another child. Not even other wolves outside of their family in general.
“This will be your mate when you are both older, and when your mother and I are gone. You will be the alpha pair.” Fredric seemed so proud of his words, and he lightly nudged his son closer to the alpha female again. He knew that Everett wouldn’t back down. After all, he’d been training the pup ever since he was crawling to be more dominant than any subordinate had before. If an alpha faced him down, his son wouldn’t back away, he wouldn’t show submission. Subordinate or not, he was a raised alpha.
That turned a bad day to a worse one. Violet eyes snapped back onto the girl that was being just as prodded to get closer. He listened to her greeting but sneered. He didn’t need an insincere bitch saying hello to him. Even if she was to be his mate later in life. Hell no! He wasn’t going to put up with that. He was prodded at again and he finally grumbled and turned his attention to the female before him. “So glad ya came.” He was slapped upside the head for the clear sarcasm, but he couldn’t even bring it in himself to fucking care.
He kept his gaze on the girl for a long moment before he finally turned away and ran back to the cabin before his father could stop him from doing it. It would take more than just shoving them together to get them to… get along. The whelp didn’t even care that he was being a brat. Let Fredric come, let him punish him. There was nothing that the alpha male could do that would surprise Everett. He’d already suffered more of his punishment than any of the other pack members had to endure. [/style]
Sure, she had known for a long while that she was betrothed to the alpha’s son, but knowing something and being faced with it were two very different things. It had been easy to ignore it while no one was shoving a mental looking eight year old boy at her, but now that it was happening, there was nothing that could calm the strange emotions raging within her. Rage, irritation, and embarrassment battled for dominance; but as her mother shoved her closer, irritation won, laced with angry and having been ordered around.
What was the point of this anyway? The kid wasn’t even an alpha! No one had told her she’d be mated to a subordinate. Everett carried himself with confidence and pose like an alpha and he was definitely giving off the telltale alpha aggression, but she could feel in her bones that she dominated by leaps and bounds in rank… but he wasn’t backing down… already, the girl could tell this was not going to go well.
“I can tell. Ya look thrill--” Before she could finish, Miki was watching the boy dart as fast as he could back into his house. Something about the retreat sent her ego skyrocketing and she resisted the urge to strut around in victory.
Lisa’s sharp intake of breath distracted her, however.
“Ma goodness! Now, that’s no way for a young alpha ta act!” She said, sounding shocked.
Young alpha? She had to be joking… there was no way she could really think Everett was an alpha, right? Lisa was dumb, but she wasn’t that dumb… right?! This chick must have mental problems if she had actually brainwashed herself into believing her son was a leader.
“S’aright. Miki, why dontcha go show ‘em how it’s done?” Fredrick said as he grinned at her like he knew something she didn’t. It had come out a question, but Miki could tell she wasn’t being given a choice; she was going to have to go try to make nice with the brat.
“Mkay…” She replied with an agitated sigh and loped off into the cabin. “C’mout, c’mout wherever ya are!” Miki called tauntingly as she trudged through the door, “I promise I ain’t gonna bite cha.” [/style]
Post by Everett Knowles on May 13, 2012 20:32:04 GMT -6
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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/BxVtj.png); background-repeat: repeat; width: 100px; height: 100px; vertical-align: top;][STYLE=width: 80px; height: 80px; border: 5px solid #222; margin: 20 0 0 10;][/style] [STYLE=width: 80px; padding: 3 5 3 5; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; background-color: #222; color: #b7b6b6; margin: 5 0 0 10;]words: 353 notes: XD I have to get back into the accents tags: Miki credits: jumpstart @ btn, ote and ls[/style]
[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/BxVtj.png); background-repeat: repeat;][STYLE=width: 270px; padding: 10 5 10 10; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica; color: #000;]The fact that she was sent in there after him just pissed him right the fuck off. As if he wasn’t before. Hah. He shut himself up in his closet and locked the door from the inside. Without Fredric knowing, he had installed a deadbolt. It wouldn’t really do anything more than piss his father off whenever he tried to get to him whenever he was in there, but still… it made him feel safer. He’d even made himself a little pallet on the floor. Just for those nights when he didn’t want to be seen.
Miki called for him, her tone condescending and mocking. He was a young alpha, he would not stand for that. “Piss off, bitch. No one loves you and you’re not welcome here. Get out.” Everett laid down on his makeshift bed, crawling under the pillows and covers and closing his eyes. He just wanted the day to go away. He wanted to go back to yesterday. At least then he didn’t have to deal with some dumb bitch walking around.
When he had been told that morning that he was already betrothed to someone, Fredric had seemed so happy, and that was never a good sign. Sure, if he was happy then pretty well everyone was usually happy. Unless he was getting a high off their pain, then he was the only one that was. But Everett didn’t like that his father had seemed so pleased when he said there was someone else that was going to be coming in to the family. Life wasn’t all that fun, and with a new playing piece on the board it just meant that there were things that could happen that he never wanted to think about.
He knew it within the very depths of him, his father intended to do everything he could to drag enjoyment out from the young bitch. And if he didn’t… well… that would piss him off than anything else ever had. Why should she be treated so well when Fredric treated his own family like shit. That just would not be fair at all! [/style]
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Post by Miki Holland on May 13, 2012 21:04:41 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=class,background][classy=texty]❥ I'm just a notch in your bedpost[/classy] [classy=subtext]But you're just a line in a song[/classy] [classy=lefty] Glancing around the rooms within the cabin, Miki made herself at home, lifting up trinkets and strutting around like she had been here all her life. There was something, she had to admit, about the place that was creepy—something that she had never experienced before—but being the proud little wolf she was, Miki ignored it and continued on as if the feelings weren’t there.
There was no sign of Everett. Of course, Miki could sniff him out if she felt like it, but that would be entirely too much work for one stuck up little asshole. It wasn’t like she wanted to find him anyway; he ran, so it was her win! Why the hell would she ruin it by going to seek him out? That made it look like she cared and the little bitch didn’t care for a single soul other than her sister. The rest of the world could just go fuck themselves; she didn’t give a rat’s ass about them.
This was before she heard a lock click shut and the boy yell out from a closet…
What the fuck did he just say to her?! Oh hell naw! He had no right to talk to her that way! She was above him in rank and he would have to learn to respect that, damn it! It was so on!
Miki was already imagining cruel and unusual punishments for him and she sauntered up to the door, annoyance drifting off of her in thick waves. “Really?” She retorted, “Seems to me like yer mamma and daddy want me here somethin’ fierce… Ya sure yer no just scared?”
For a long while she stared at the door, daring the bitch to move. C’mon out an’ play, I promise to kill ya quick. She hissed to him in her mind, pondering over whether or not to kick the door or just go ahead and try to break it down.
“Must be terrifyin’ for ya to have a big scary alpha at the door. What am I, half yer size? An’ I bet I could still kick yer ass, pansy.” [/classy] [classy=righty][/classy] [classy=righty] TAGGED: Everett [/classy] [classy=righty] WORDS: 353 [/classy] [classy=righty] NOTE: WHAT NOW, HOMES?! XDDD[/classy] [classy=righty]
Post by Everett Knowles on May 13, 2012 21:30:31 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px, bTable][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -2px; width: 400px; text-align: center; color: #737373;]You became the light on the dark side of me[/style][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 11px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 390px; padding: 5 5 5 5; background-color: #737373; color: #dedede; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; margin: -10 0 0 0; border-radius: 20 20 0 0;]I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray[/style]
[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/BxVtj.png); background-repeat: repeat;][STYLE=width: 270px; padding: 10 5 10 10; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica; color: #000;]There was a cackle that bubbled up from his belly and took over his entire body. That had to be the funniest thing that bitch had said yet! No, the funniest thing he’d ever heard in his entire life! “You’re the last thing that I’ll ever be scared of! Just ‘cause yer an alpha dun make you scary. In fact, yer the opposite of it! Yer relyin’ on yer rank means yer weak!” That was what he had been told for as long as he could remember. If he used rank as an excuse, then he was just weak. And weakness would not be tolerated.
He climbed out of his little hidey hole and unlocked the door, throwing it open before he jumped at the girl. She wanted proof of his bravery? Fine! She would have it! He wouldn’t back down and he wouldn’t leave her be until someone either pulled them away from one another, or they got tired and backed off on her own. But he’d had plenty of stamina training, he could keep fighting for as long as he needed to. Of course he still couldn’t outlast his father, but he didn’t think anyone could.
Their little fight could go one of two ways. It could either greatly please Fredric and they’d both be rewarded, or it would displease him and they would both be punished. Though, his father did generally indulge and reward more dominant behavior, and this little fist fight was most certainly a war of dominance. It was showing that Everett wouldn’t back down, and he would challenge any new authority that tried to take control.
Between them, there was no such thing as “fair fighting” anyway. Everett used anything and everything around him, from tables, to chairs, to the walls and floors themselves. Everything was fair game and there was no possible way that they would ever get out of this without having some serious bruises… if not broken bones.
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Post by Miki Holland on May 14, 2012 6:27:28 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=class,background][classy=texty]❥ I'm just a notch in your bedpost[/classy] [classy=subtext]But you're just a line in a song[/classy] [classy=lefty] The irritation boiled inside her at his cackle, but she squished it down, rolling her eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it. “Yeah right. Yer the one hidin’ in a closet and yer callin’ me the weak one?” She hissed, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her hip—Miki’s ‘no fucks are given’ stance.
If this was how it was going to be, the girl had no idea how she and Everett were supposed to survive together. Thus far they had done a pretty good job of tossing aimless insults and pissing each other off to the point where they were seething. And one day they were supposed to be loving, to show each other affection? There was just no way Miki could ever see herself with him like that. It was an impossibility; she’d fight it until she had no choice.
The door lock clicking open surprised her—guess he had some balls after all—but she had never expected what came next. The door itself flew open and the next thing she knew, the boy was flying at her. In an instant, Miki’s instincts reacted (faster than her mind could register what exactly was happening) and she uncrossed her arms, holding them out to grab at him and readied herself for the impact.
He hit her with more force than she had expected, knocking her off her feet, but she used to momentum from it to roll backward, getting her feet under him and pushed him off of her and over her head.
A growl rumbled up her throat and Miki righted herself quickly. If it was a fight Everett wanted, it was a fight she’d give him. There was no way in hell that she’d just lay back and let herself be dominated; this little dick needed to learn who the fuck was boss. Maybe it’d give him an overdue attitude adjustment to get his ass kicked.
“What was that? C’mon now, you’ll have to better if ya wanna beat me.” The girl provoked, posing herself for the next attack, “I ain’t as fragile as I look… but you might be a little bit more of a bitch than I thought ya were, I guess.” [/classy] [classy=righty][/classy] [classy=righty] TAGGED: Everett [/classy] [classy=righty] WORDS: 372 [/classy] [classy=righty] NOTE: lol Miki's goin, "Come at me, bro!"[/classy] [classy=righty]
Post by Everett Knowles on May 14, 2012 14:03:36 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px, bTable][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -2px; width: 400px; text-align: center; color: #737373;]You became the light on the dark side of me[/style][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 11px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 390px; padding: 5 5 5 5; background-color: #737373; color: #dedede; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; margin: -10 0 0 0; border-radius: 20 20 0 0;]I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray[/style]
[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/BxVtj.png); background-repeat: repeat;][STYLE=width: 270px; padding: 10 5 10 10; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica; color: #000;]Everett’s mind rolled around in his head as he tried to regain his location. The flip had been disorienting, and then he’d been flipped again. It took him a minute, and he just held his head for a second before he finally got back up, staring Miki in the eye. A subordinate should look away, as to gaze into an alpha’s eyes was a challenge. He, however, was no average subordinate. He was ignoring his rank, he was trying to become the alpha his father wanted him to be.
Her taunts did little for her, he simply grinned and laughed again, reaching out and trying to tangle his fingers in her hair. There was just so much of it, it would make a lovely handle as he pummeled her face in. While humans taught their young never to hit girls, he was taught that he shouldn’t care. He could do anything he damn well wanted with anyone. He could kill a boy if he wanted. Hell, he could even kill a girl. He could kill, rape, do anything he wanted. So long as it remained n the pack. In fact, it would be expected of him when he took his father’s role.
The whelp leaned in close to Miki, growling in her ear. “Just ‘cause yer here, dun mean Imma submit ta ya. Yer really gonna hafta work at it, ya dumb bitch.” His words never exceeded a low rumble. It would have been intimidating if he were older. Or speaking to anyone who didn’t know that he wasn’t an alpha. He did tend to dominate the children, pushing them to the ground and standing over them just to show them who was boss. And who would remain boss for as long as they lived. It was practically his job, and he wasn’t about to stop just because a real alpha bitch was around.
If he could just get a hold on her hair, he could sling her around by it. It shouldn’t be all that hard. He was stronger and faster than most subordinates anyway. Thanks to his… conditioning, he was better than his rank all together.
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Post by Miki Holland on May 30, 2012 15:07:45 GMT -6
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=class,background][classy=texty]❥ I'm just a notch in your bedpost[/classy] [classy=subtext]But you're just a line in a song[/classy] [classy=lefty] Everett looks a little bewildered, like the throw had knocked off his center of gravity. That was amusing; Miki couldn’t help the smirk that slithered across her lips and the pleased snort that escaped her. To see him so shook up over her retaliation was oddly thrilling, like when you start to gain the upper hand when you’re playing a game… but the challenge in his rebellious stare was disturbing, to say the least. It unnerved her and enraged her all at the same time.
How dare he, a fucking subordinate, challenge her, an alpha, so confidently?! The boy was not normal; he was a freak of nature that didn’t know when to quit. Somehow Miki knew that she could probably rip him to pieces and sew him back up and he’d still be high strung and ready for a fight. Damn little bastard would never learn.
As he reached for her hair, the she wolf jerked backward, trying to avoid him and dance away from his reach, but she was just a pup; her reflexes weren’t that quick yet and he nabbed her at the last minute. A wrathful snarl ripped its way past her barred fangs, but instead of struggling and fighting to get away—that would have done nothing but caused herself harm and tickled Everett’s fancy, she assumed—Miki leapt toward him, trying to tangle her legs around him as she swung a punch at his gut.
”Yer such a goddamn freak a’ nature.” She hissed, retorting to his shot at her, ”You should be the poster child for abortion, bitch boy.”
The alpha arrogance surged within her and she puffed up her chest, baring her teeth as she growled and snarled at him like she was rabid. By the end of this brawl, these two would have the house destroyed for sure… [/classy] [classy=righty][/classy] [classy=righty] TAGGED: Everett [/classy] [classy=righty] WORDS: 307 [/classy] [classy=righty] NOTE: Damn. . . muse running low ;n;[/classy] [classy=righty]
Post by Everett Knowles on Jun 1, 2012 12:27:24 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][cs=2][atrb=style, width: 400px, bTable][STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 25px; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -2px; width: 400px; text-align: center; color: #737373;]You became the light on the dark side of me[/style][STYLE=font-family: courier new; font-size: 11px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 390px; padding: 5 5 5 5; background-color: #737373; color: #dedede; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -1px; margin: -10 0 0 0; border-radius: 20 20 0 0;]I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray[/style]
[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/BxVtj.png); background-repeat: repeat;][STYLE=width: 270px; padding: 10 5 10 10; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica; color: #000;]Everett pulled at her hair regardless of if she leapt toward him or ran away from him. He used the hold he had to get more of her hair in his hands so that he would have more purchase to pull with. He tried to get her off with that hold and squirmed beneath her, trying to cram his knee into her gut. So when she tried to punch him, her fist was met with his thigh. It still made him growl, but it didn’t knock the breath out of him… but he’d likely have a big ugly bruise from the hit later.
“You had me at bitch boy.” He grinned, trying to roll them over so that he could pin her and growl, but she was heavier than him. She likely always would be. But he was willing to bet that at the moment their wolf forms were the same. At least for now. She’d grow much larger, as would he… but he’d never be nearly as big as she was. This was fine by him, you didn’t always need size to be superior in every way… granted the size never hurt anyone. Or it did, but it didn’t hurt for intimidation.
Their fight never got the chance to escalate more. Fredric came into the house and lifted Miki up, holding her close to his chest as Lisa dragged Everett away as well. “Well now, chillun, that ain’t no way ta treat each other. We’re all a big family here now.” The alpha male’s voice was a deep, amused rumble. One that Miki could likely feel with how pressed against him she was. Fredric gently petted her long brown hair and put her down, but kept his hands on her shoulders. “Ready ta be calm yet, girl?” Granted, he could easily ask Everett the same question.
He was, however, proud of his son. This was the first time that his boy had gotten the chance to stand up against an alpha and he had passed that test with flying colors. He’d easily be able to take care of the pack whenever his parents were gone. It was the thing he’d been striving for for eight years, and to finally see the payoff of all that work, all that training was fantastic. [/style]
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WOW FANTASTIC BABY [/style] [/style] [STYLE=width: 270px; height: 150px; background-image: url(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h441/xtaboo/image2-1.png); -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; opacity: 0.9; float: left;] [STYLE=font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; width: 150px; height: 55px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 10px; background-color: #dadada; margin-left: 15px; padding: 7px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em;] dance, i want to dance, dance, dance, dance, dance. fantastic baby, dance. I want to dance, dance, dance, dance, dance. Wow, fantastic baby. [/style] [/style] [STYLE=width: 185px; height: 150px; background-image: url(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h441/xtaboo/image3.png); opacity: 0.9; float: right; margin-left: 5px;] [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #f2f2f2; width: 440px; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; margin-top: 150px; opacity: 0.9; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px;] [STYLE=background-color: #dadada; width: 380px; -webkit-border-bottom-left-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 2em; -webkit-border-bottom-right-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 2em; margin-left: 20px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; line-height: 10px; padding: 10px;] this post consists of ( 475 ) words for ( EVERETT ), also ( I see this getting really awkward really fast lol ). [/style] [STYLE=background-color: #dadada; width: 380px; -webkit-border-top-left-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 2em; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius-topright: 2em; margin-left: 20px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px;]● ● ● A loud hiss was the only response to her hair being pulled. There was a lot of it and it made it pretty easy to grab a hold of, but she refused to cut it, so it was either learn to deal with it being a potential weakness or overcome the weakness. Over time Miki had had her hair pulled and used as a leash so many times she was hardly tender headed; Everett could tug all he wanted, it only made her mad… however, the punch to his leg, though it missed his gut, made her feel a little better. Just think of how close it came to his balls… oh yes, that was definitely her next target.
”Then ya better get used to it.” She growled, ”’Cause that’s yer name now.”
She could feel his muscles flex as he tried to flip them, but Miki only smirked at him. Everett might be larger than her in the form—Miki was petty short and skinny—but the weight of her wolf form glimmered through and gave her a lot more weight than she looked like she could be carrying and she used it to her advantage, keeping him on the bottom, refusing to give up her dominance above him. Such was a perk of being an alpha; a true alpha. Not a wannabe subordinate like this asshole.
Fingers grabbed her just as she was about to try out a knee to his groin; they lifted her up before the she wolf could attack again. She snarled in protest and thrashed against the hands for a moment before she recognized the scent of the alpha male and noticed how his mate held back her son. Damn… looks like she’d just have to beat the hell out of him later.
Calming down in his grasp, Miki listening as he spewed some crap about them being a family… yeah right. She didn’t need a new family the young alphena already had one! There was her no good, do nothing father; her bitchy, ghetto snob mother; and her baby sister. That was all the family she needed. This one could just give her the hell back… and—
What did he just say…?!
There was no way in seven hells that Fredric had just asked her if she was ready to calm down… what about Everett?! He was the one asking for a fight from the very beginning!! He wasn’t going to be scolded too? What’s up with that? Was that how it was going to be now: his no good, basket case of a son was going to start something and Miki was going to get blamed for it? No way… there was just no fucking way…
”I’m calm.” The lupa replied as he sat her down, ”He’s the one with the problem. I was only defending myself.” [/style][/style]
Post by Everett Knowles on Jun 10, 2012 13:34:49 GMT -6
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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/BxVtj.png); background-repeat: repeat;][STYLE=width: 270px; padding: 10 5 10 10; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px; font-family: helvetica; color: #000;]Fredric snorted and rolled his eyes. “And yer tryin’ ta tell me that you didn’t instigate it even a lil’? I think yer tryin’ ta get out of somethin’.” He patted her on the head and kept her within his grasp just to prove that he let her go whenever he wanted to, not whenever she wanted to be let go. He was going to be nice to her for the time being, break her in nice and slow, but for now she wouldn’t understand just what situation she was in. Her hurt expression when she finally realized what a monster lived in her new home was going to be delicious.
Oh yes, the alpha of the pack knew exactly what he was. He was the monster that mothers told their children about to get them to sleep at night. He ruled with terror and learned violence rather than inspiration. He had the balls to admit he wasn’t a good person and he never wanted to be one. His dear wife, his sweet ugly Lisa… she thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. She practically worshipped him and it always just fueled his ego.
Everett jerked himself away from his mother, never wanting to be touched by her if he could help it. He never wanted to be touched by Fredric either… he didn’t trust them, he didn’t want them near him and he couldn’t wait until they kicked the damn bucket so he could be free of them. And once he was alpha, he could just tell Miki to go fuck herself and banish her or something. He would never accept being mated to her. He would never just put up with it.
“Psh, defending yourself. Right. You call asking for it just defending yourself.” He lightly rubbed his thigh where she’d hit him, and he knew there would be a magnificent bruise later, possibly all black, blue, and purple… if not also a little greenish around the edges. It would be ugly and tender for a very long time. Or at the very least just ugly. She packed a wallop for such a small girl though.
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Deleted: *goes back to studying, trying to ignore the girl shooting spitballs*
Mar 5, 2016 0:28:25 GMT -6
Miki Holland: This sucks! It's boring!! *falls back in her chair on purpose and lays on the floor*
Mar 5, 2016 0:31:53 GMT -6
Deleted: *notices Miki fall from the chair, knows it was on purpose because she can feel the emotions, though the new emotions gave her reason to ask anyway* Oh my gosh are you okay? *has moved next to Miki to help her up*
Mar 5, 2016 0:33:23 GMT -6
Dmitri Vorotaev: Hah, just leave her for a moment. She'll get back up when it bores her.
Mar 5, 2016 0:37:41 GMT -6
Miki Holland: *rolls her eyes* I'm already bored! It's like a funeral home in here! *lays on the floor defiantly*
Mar 5, 2016 0:40:25 GMT -6
Deleted: *Miki refused her help so she went back to her desk to study* If you say so....
Mar 5, 2016 0:42:25 GMT -6
Miki Holland: You guys are no fun at all. *scowls*
Mar 5, 2016 0:43:21 GMT -6
Deleted: It's funny because he suggested I act more fun the other day.... I told him that studying was more important.... and here I am.
Mar 5, 2016 0:44:14 GMT -6
Miki Holland: So you're a nerd.
Mar 5, 2016 0:45:39 GMT -6
Dmitri Vorotaev: *sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose* That will end you in an early grave. Try having a hobby. But try not to be like THIS ONE. *He laughs softly and pokes the side of Miki's head*
Mar 5, 2016 0:46:17 GMT -6
Miki Holland: *tries to bite his finger*
Mar 5, 2016 0:46:52 GMT -6
Deleted: That is right, I'm the one that will help you pass the class if he thinks you need to raise your grades.
Mar 5, 2016 0:52:44 GMT -6
Deleted: I do have a hobby, I read. x.x
Mar 5, 2016 0:53:03 GMT -6
Miki Holland: Pffft. *puts her hands behind her head* As if. It's not like they'd kick me out. Your hobby is lame. When was the last time you weren't surrounded by walls?
Mar 5, 2016 0:58:00 GMT -6
Deleted: I believe the answer to that is when I'm outside.
Mar 5, 2016 1:03:30 GMT -6
Miki Holland: So not recently then.
Mar 5, 2016 1:05:34 GMT -6
Deleted: *places her stuff back in the backpack* Not true, I go outside all the time.
Mar 5, 2016 1:06:58 GMT -6
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