all my underdogs

Theodore Stone · 06-06-2011, 12:20 PM

The waves crashed around him and the warrior male looked on in bemusement. He didnt know what had happened to him in the last month or two, but if he thought about it logically he could only come to one descision. Demi had certainly stamped her mark all over him. He was much more mellow now, but he was trying to regain his edge. It would do him no good to become soft to the rest of the pack. Of course, it didnt help that he'd settled on the beach, his ever vigilant watch of the borders interupted by invading thoughts. He knew Demi was pregnant, although he had no idea how many of the rest of the pack knew. It was clear from her scent that she was knocked up and he was going to be a daddy. And it terrified the living daylights out of him. Never one to sit and think about the world going by, it was a rare occurance that Theodore had settled here at all. He should be out in the pack lands, with some weapon or other, beating an underdog around. But he could bring himself to seek anyone out. So he sat on a rock in his lupus form, form completely rigid stone still. He had no idea what to do. He loved Demi, but he certainly wasnt ready to stop chasing her ass for sex. He wasnt ready to become a responsible parent just yet. He was lost.

The mid afternoon sun was hot on his black fur and the desire to launch himself into the water to almost too much. The waters were calm and gentle, unlike the previous visit to the Serene Sands that had ended in him almost drowning. Bemused he searched for the carcass of a penguin that would mean he just had to go swimming. It was a shame that he could find one. With a sigh he turned and fought the urge to go swimming. He needed a distraction.

Lockeheed · 06-08-2011, 01:05 AM

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The afternoon found Locke away from the tunnels and caverns that encompassed the majority of the pack's residents. He found it both queer and interesting that they, as canines, chose to make their home in a cave; large, spacious caves no doubt, but underground nonetheless. But he hadn't complained about the adequate shelter from the elements it provided. Far better than the ramshackle and run down settlements that he'd spent time in during the last few months. Earth was solid and steadfast—not unlike the woman who'd welcomed him into the pack.

Locke glanced down at the palm of his hand where the cut was still visible. The wound was small and had closed not long after it was opened. But it was not the concern of infection that drew his gaze but rather the curious manner in which he'd been accepted into Anathema. Her family as well as his now. It was a pact sealed by blood. He was bound to them as they were now bound to him, she'd explained. He was family. Agares, she'd called it.

The coywolf sat there in silent contemplation until a gust of wind carried the scent of another member to his nose. Entirely distracted from his train of thought, Locke lifted his gaze to the ocean before pushing him up and off the rock to land ankle-deep in the scorching sand. He followed the scent of salt and wolf down the beach a few dozen yards before spotting the swarthy male seated on the rock. A strong wolf; large, even by wolf standards even in his smallest form. Massive, really. Locke had no doubt he would be completely outmatched in combat against him, but it did not deter his curiosity.

He observed him in silence for a few beats before calling out over the gentle roar of the waves, "Bit hot for a guy like you to be out in this heat, don'tcha think?" He remarked with an offered smile only to turn and pull himself up onto a nearby slab of rock, seating himself on the dark stone. He noted, fleetingly of course, the contrast of white on the fellow male's pelt, wondering what sort of genetics led to such a drastic conflict in his appearance.

Theodore Stone · 06-16-2011, 12:22 PM

He should have heard the animal walking towards him. He should have heard the shift in sand, the whisp of claws over rocks. He was far too absorbed in his own thoughts. His thoughts that had quickly led him down the path of his unborn children. Fairly shortly after that, the panic attack had kicked in. He couldnt be a father. He was rude and crass, he was cold and arrogent. He didnt exactly scream affection. And Demi was the only one who recieved anything of the kind, and most of the time it was because Teddy wanted more. He couldnt do that with his children. What if he was like his own father- abusive and ridiculously driven to breed a super race of wolves? He could never do that to his children, but his panic saturated brain wasn't looking at this in a logical manor. All he could see in his mind was his children, alone and neglected. No matter that Demi and Naniko would never let that happen. He was just about to move onto the stages of hyperventilating when the voice came through the mist.

His natural instinct was to flash round and bite. To snap and growl, not just for being approached but for his own stupidity at being creeped up on. But it wasnt exactly like the male had been quiet and stealthy and he quite clearly had no intention of doing anything untoward. And a small voice in the back of his mind told him firmly that he couldnt live his life like this. He couldnt hate the first person to talk to him automatically. It just wasnt going to work. And he also couldnt do it because he was a leader. He had to be approachable. So instead of growling and snapping, he turned, peering over his shoulder and trying his best at a smile.

"I'll never learn... A sun-pup as ever." He tried joking and with the roll of his shoulders, turned back to the swell. "You smell new" He stated, a contorted way of asking the male who he was and what he was doing.

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