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The cigarette was like candy on his tongue and it helped relax the slight tremor in his hand as he walked over to his motorcycle, stomping out the cancer stick with his foot. The bike hummed to life and as soon as his helmet was on, the man sped off. It was getting dark quickly and he was worried that the entire dinner might be over by the time he arrived. Still, the drive home was relaxing and he admired the colors of the trees as the sun disappeared behind the large mountains. He enjoyed the peaceful nature of the woods and really appreciated the times that the pack was able to be calm and not under stress from some outside pressure. <br/>
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Of course, there were always issues, but Elijah was rarely involved in them. He tended to keep to himself, seldom a few friends and would make sure nobody died. That in itself was enough for him. He wasn’t a fan of fighting and often would find ways to avoid it, mostly because he was painfully cautious and tended to take his time. This contrasted with practically every person in the pack which caused him to be a bit of a black sheep but he didn’t mind it that much. He liked the quiet life he lived and he intended to keep it that way. <br/>
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Upon arriving at the dinner location, Elijah quickly got off his bike, clumsily putting his helmet away before jogging towards the large table. The doctor was greeted with heavenly smells of food and conversation, but his idea of a calm and civilized dinner was quickly shattered. He could practically feel the tension when he walked up to the table, his eyes widening slightly as he looked at a few of the members on edge, two of which were his close friends. Kiona was practically his younger sister and Melody was someone he got along with, often scolding her about her unfriendly attitude. <br/>
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He had a deeper friendship with Melody, strictly because he was the doctor who treated her when she was bitten. He was quite protective and fond of her so he wasn’t exactly excited about the fact she was ready to throw down with a few of the pack members. “I see the dinner is going well?” It was a calm question as the tall man walked over to his empty chair and sat down, greeting Zeph briefly. “Sorry for being late Zeph, I had a last-minute patient that needed my attention. <br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">Elijah pulled the coat off his body and hung it up, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he looked at the time. “Hopefully I don’t get in trouble for being so late.” The man was always incredibly busy at the hospital and it caused him to be late to most of the pack functions and gathering. He was a perfectionist and therefore couldn’t leave work until he was sure everything was taken care of. While his loyalty was to the pack, his priority was the hospital. He was more concerned about his patients there than the pack members getting scuffed up in a little fight. The man ran a hand back through his dark hair and huffed, pulling a cigarette from his pocket as he left the building. He was the human embodiment of ‘do as i say, not as i do’ as he had some poor health habits that he would advise against. <br/>
<br/>
The cigarette was like candy on his tongue and it helped relax the slight tremor in his hand as he walked over to his motorcycle, stomping out the cancer stick with his foot. The bike hummed to life and as soon as his helmet was on, the man sped off. It was getting dark quickly and he was worried that the entire dinner might be over by the time he arrived. Still, the drive home was relaxing and he admired the colors of the trees as the sun disappeared behind the large mountains. He enjoyed the peaceful nature of the woods and really appreciated the times that the pack was able to be calm and not under stress from some outside pressure. <br/>
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Of course, there were always issues, but Elijah was rarely involved in them. He tended to keep to himself, seldom a few friends and would make sure nobody died. That in itself was enough for him. He wasn’t a fan of fighting and often would find ways to avoid it, mostly because he was painfully cautious and tended to take his time. This contrasted with practically every person in the pack which caused him to be a bit of a black sheep but he didn’t mind it that much. He liked the quiet life he lived and he intended to keep it that way. <br/>
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Upon arriving at the dinner location, Elijah quickly got off his bike, clumsily putting his helmet away before jogging towards the large table. The doctor was greeted with heavenly smells of food and conversation, but his idea of a calm and civilized dinner was quickly shattered. He could practically feel the tension when he walked up to the table, his eyes widening slightly as he looked at a few of the members on edge, two of which were his close friends. Kiona was practically his younger sister and Melody was someone he got along with, often scolding her about her unfriendly attitude. <br/>
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He had a deeper friendship with Melody, strictly because he was the doctor who treated her when she was bitten. He was quite protective and fond of her so he wasn’t exactly excited about the fact she was ready to throw down with a few of the pack members. “I see the dinner is going well?” It was a calm question as the tall man walked over to his empty chair and sat down, greeting Zeph briefly. “Sorry for being late Zeph, I had a last-minute patient that needed my attention.</div>
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