If the old saying was time fly when your having fun, then the black male must not have had any fun since he joined a pack, before he came back to these lands. He missed the freedom, he missed being able to be reckless and carefree, and not having to worry about who would he hurt in the process. The male was stick of acting like he was wise beyond his years, he was sick about caring for every one else, he wanted to live his life his way, and with the mood he was in now, nothing was going to stop him. He was going to have a night out, with just his good old self.
The male had been out all night, drinking, all night thinking about life, all night thinking about the one that he thought he loved. The black male had found a rather old and stale bag of pot, though there where many of stock of the plant, the male didn't want to sort though all the steams and seeds that would be in the plant. Sitting on the border of the two the male rolled the pot into a joint and sparked the flame that light the joint, and started smoking it. He didn't care about the sent of it, to him it was a blissful smell, that he would eagerly take smelling like this herbal cure for his life, over the smell of the alcohol he had been drinking earlier.
After the joint was smoked and gone, the male stubbed into the lands of Storm, where was she where was Deuce, The male thought that he was in the shadow lands, not the one place where he could have gotten killed at. The male snorted with laughter. This was funny how every thing seemed so different when you where high and drunk. The male stubbed though the lands with out a care. He was in his pack lands so why should he step with a tender foot around the lands. The male poked his head into a few den, she wasn't there. Where the heck was she? Why did ever thing look so different? Where was the common meeting area, where the was pack dens, dude...he was lost, he was lost in the lands that he shouldn't have even dared to come into, and she wasn't even in the lands by the smell of it.
[html]She didn't usually spend a lot of time around the borders, but her new rank required that she did, now. Dierdre didn't particularly like greeting newcomers...and helping them into the pack. She was a little...antisocial. But whenever she did find someone, she tried to help them out as best she could. It was her duty to the pack! The reason that she didn't like it was because she never knew what to say. She hated not knowing what to say to them.
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He had checked every den and there was no Deuce, she wasn't any where for the male to find her. With the start of swearing words he stubbed out of the den area, this was not like how he was able to remember Jaded Shadows, she should have been there, she knew he didn't want her out running around, there was to big of a chance of her getting hurt, and with the miscarry, he wanted to her stay safe and heal up. The male stubbed around, falling over a rock, he head something snap,but really the pain wasn't there, he was to far off the "sober" level.
Stubbing out of the pack lands the male looked to the twin of his mate, as he tried to stand still, no he couldn't she couldn't stand still. He snarled, partly upset that she wasn't in the den sleeping and resting, he didn't care if she was the alpha, she was still trying to heal. the drunk, and high male looked her up and down shaking his head, falling back onto his seat."Deuce you know you need to rest!"
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She wasn't prepared for what she was about to see---Lucifer. She couldn't believe that he had come here and had come all the way inside Storm...not after what he had said before. When he had come to tell her about Deuce's antics the last time, he had been suffering from a bad stab wound...but he wouldn't even come in to let her help him. He'd told her that it was too dangerous. And now he was inside the boundaries? She frowned, coming toward him.
Lucifer didn't look that good. Her eyes swept over his unkept self, and her frown deepened. "Mother's not here...and I think you should leave"
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The male stubbed as he stood there, about falling over the white female. Quickly he corrected him-self, stubbing back the other way. The male grunted, trying to hold still and stop the churning in his gut. Lucifer looked at her, Deuce was all that he saw when he looked at her, he it still wasn't clear why she was there and why she sounded so much like Dierdre. The male forced him-self to set down as he closed his eyes as his stomach flipped a few times, before he opened them back up. He was gone. gone like any trust that he would have for his mate, it was clear that she was playing a head game with him...again.
"Deuce...this..this game is stupid...Go home...NOW!" The ugly side of the male was coming out, it was time for every one to see the drunken side of the male, a side that he tended not to show any one, even her. "You made a promise that you would rest."
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Dierdre knew that she could make him leave. Any pack member had the right to chase others from the lands, herself included in that. Especially if it was Lucifer--they would understand. She stiffened her posture, showing her pointed fangs. Dierdre didn't enjoy fighting, not one bit...but she would go after him if he came any closer to her. He was drunk...or high...or both. That was something that she wouldn't tolerate.
"This is no game. If you do not leave the Storm lands...then I will use force to make you go." It was an empty threat. She couldn't risk fighting him right now...not with the pups that were growing inside of her. She might not care about what happened to herself, but she had to think about them.
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Lucifer looked down at the Deuce impersonate, as he rolled his eyes at her. If she would just stop playing this stupid game, things would be fine. It was no wonder why they fraught so much, when she did the stupid shit like what she was doing now there was the reason for all of the fighting that they did. The black male gave a hic, his head swayed from side to side. To him it looked like a little fatter Deuce, and she was playing this game that she wasn't her. The male tried to forces his eyes on her, shaking her head. No he wasn't able to to. "Deuce you have no power in these lands. You need to stop! I'm sick of chasing you around making sure your not into trouble."
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What his eyes came to rest on was the last thing he had expected – a black male that was clearly not a member of Storm. By Dierdre’s posture, he could tell that things were not going favorably. Either this wolf was causing Dierdre trouble purposefully or he was just plain stupid. Pilot, shifted to stand on two legs, quickly marched his way towards the two. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt Dierdre, especially now that his love with her had been so clearly established only a few days before. The necklace she had given him swung on the twine rope as a fist began to slowly curl into a ball. He wasn’t thinking about the trespasser in terms of a Gamma, but rather in terms of a mate.
The young Storm wolf had been the first to come across Dierdre after she had been raped. Then, she had refused to tell him much about her condition, but slowly the truth had emerged. All wolves of Storm were told to keep a look out for this Lucifer person, but Pilot had yet to come across him. If he ever did, he swore he would show him how he truly felt. No one had the power to cause someone so much pain.
Cutting across the dead grass, Pilot decreased the distance stretching between him and the other two. His grey eyes looked out with a look of stern disapproval. He was determined to find out what was happening. "What’s the meaning of this?" He called out, voice unusually harsh for the more-often-than-not peppy wolf. He glared at Lucifer, then looked to Dierdre, hoping either would provide an explanation.
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Dierdre's fur was standing on end as she stared Lucifer down. Was she not very intimidating? She would keep this pose until it worked, until she got him to leave. She really hoped he would leave. She wasn't so afraid that she would call somebody else there...but she would if she had to.
But it didn't look like she would have to after all--Pilot had come by. It was just chance that he'd come along the scene when he had...very good luck. "He's on something. I don't know what, but something...and it's making him do things. But that's no excuse. He's trying to get me to go home with him--keeps calling me Deuce." She kept her eyes on Lucifer. Under any other circumstances she would have gone to greet Pilot, but she couldn't afford to take her gaze from the dark wolf that stood before them.
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The male's eyes couldn't stay still, they rocked along with his head and body, they swayed in off beat motion, now Lucifer was way to drunk to hurt any one, he would be likely to fall into a pit and break his leg then any thing else, well okay he would be up to using his skills of bullying to push "Deuce" to going home. Lucifer snorted, seeing now four more wolfs, two Deuce's and two of a walking male, he snorted with a laughter as he pointed."Deuce...holly cow there two of ya."
The male grunted as he laid down, for a second waiting on the images to stop moving around, and multiplying. Lucifer licked his jaws as he sniffed around.
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