The Wall (wolventears & Daggermouth)
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				Title: <strong>The Wall (wolventears &amp; Daggermouth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-01-2016, 18:41:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/RP%20pics/4d043fc9c7b4c0c45cd10b4efdf7df28_zpsjpfjqzsk.jpg) (http://s150.photobucket.com/user/hislipsonmine/media/RP%20pics/4d043fc9c7b4c0c45cd10b4efdf7df28_zpsjpfjqzsk.jpg.html)</div>Allyson Forrest looked up at the wall before her. It had been up for as long as she could remember, armed men guarding the entrance and walking the walls. <br><br>It was said that the scariest creatures lived on the other side, howling, barks, and growls, audible. Once a month, the noise was so loud, as if a pack of dogs were over there, ripping something apart. But that is what one gets when keeping werewolves out. Or in, as it were. <br><br>This part of the city, Wolf District as it took to being called, was sealed and locked down hard, no chance of a single werewolf finding their way out, or anyone in for that matter. Or at least it had been thought. Which was what brought her here this night.<br><br>She gulped, her heart racing in her throat, but it needed to be done. Sam needed this and where else could you find an herb that helped werewolves but behind a wall that kept werewolves from the rest of the population?<br><br>She walked up to the window of the guard shack that sat against this side of the fence. Two guards were inside playing cards. One noticed her walking up, stood with a smile on his face as he looked her up and down. It was a hot day, so she wore a pair of jeans that were tight on her legs and bottom and hung low on her hips. An old Misfits shirt that covered everything but do to her curvature, didn't leave anything to the imagination. It stretched tightly across her breasts and cinched at her waist ending just a couple of inches lower than where the waistband of her jeans began.<br><br>"Hello ma'am. What brings you to my little shack this fine morning?" he asked, his blue eyes alight with mischief. The blonde hair atop his his head was mussed as if he had ran his fingers through it recently. <br><br>She gave him a small smile while opening her purse and reaching in for her wallet. She slid out her I.D. and slid it into the window. "I have business in the wolf district. I only need to run in and out. I shouldn't be long." <br><br>"Anything I can help you with? It isn't safe over there for a pretty lady."<br><br>"Boyle, she's not interested," the other man said as he checked his hand, rearranging his cards. "Just let her in. I'll set the timer for two hours."<br><br>She smiled at the man who still wasn't looking her way. "Thank you. I shouldn't be that long but, but thank you," she replied.<br><br>Boyle rolled his eyes. "Fine." He stepped out of the shack to the gate at the fence and pulled his keys from his belt. He looked at her once more time as he unlocked it. <br><br>"Don't talk to anyone that you don't have to. They may look human while in this form but they're animals. You got two hours."<br><br>She nodded and holding the strap to her purse tightly on her shoulder, she stepped inside. She jumped slightly at the sound of the gate being closed and locked behind her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wall (wolventears &amp; Daggermouth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daggermouth</strong> on <strong>07-01-2016, 00:38:26</strong>
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				<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i.imgur.com/EQzgPZe.jpg)</td><td>The Wall is a desirable address, one of a few good territories which are so safe that even a human can walk there unmolested, for the most part. There are still lockdowns, for a few days of every month, but human travellers and tourists have only to identify themselves and abide by a strict curfew and they can take a walk on the wild side. There is no such provision for the inhabitants of the Wolf district, which puts paid to the tidy little myth under which the split cities were built: separate, but equal. And yet they cannot just show a pass and go wandering back into the human world. The arrangement stands because it is familiar, because wolves are not political, and also perhaps because brutal or not it seems to work. There are seldom casualties.<br><br>Close to the Wall on every night but one it is easy to imagine that this is any city, its inhabitants loud and with a certain look but more or less human. The streets are busy enough but on a go-slow, made lazy by the heat: lidded eyes look up to watch the newcomer go by, but human visitors are not unheard of, and so close to the other side it pays to keep the peace. On this side are guards of a different kind, who put their eyes on the girl coming through as the gates are closed, and nod to their deputies to stand down. Not everything that comes through this gate is benign. There have been raids and brutal retaliations, both in legend and in living memory. <br><br>Remy is walking the Wall looking for someone when he senses the change. He knows the scent of humans, lives close enough to that side that he is always half aware of them, their market days and garbage trucks and diesel fuel, their bodies in motion. The guards have a scent, fear and tobacco and sweat and the stale air in their booth. When the authorities come they have the acrid ancient smell of silver and it stings like breathing smoke. This is something else, something altogether unfamiliar, human but utterly distinct. He skirts it for a street or two, his real quarry forgotten, and by the time he comes to the gates she has passed by and become a rumour. Some of the younger ones linger in the street near the gate, wrestling and calling out to each other, hoping to have some entertainment: human visitors are not as commonplace as they were once. Remy lets it go, absorbed in looking for someone else, although all day he is half-aware of her, forgetting and then remembering when he crosses streets she has walked, so that later his wondering will feel like prescience. [/td</td></tr></tbody></table>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wall (wolventears &amp; Daggermouth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-01-2016, 02:08:20</strong>
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				There are people here and there, most keep to themselves, but she feels the eyes on her. She knew it wasn't uncommon for humans to come here, men and women alike, but she still felt as if she were some kind of new thing. Well, it needed to be done regardless if she was slightly scared or not. For Sam, this needed to be done. <br><br>She pulled out the map she had of the district and looked at where she had marked it. It wasn't far from the main entrance, so, take a right on the first street, then down a little less then a block and she'd be there. <br><br>From the picture off of google, it seemed pretty simple. The only thing written on the front door , The Moonlit Apothecary. The name made her smile. <br><br>About ten minutes later, she was opening the door to the shop, a tingling bell overhead. Behind the counter was an older woman, not ancient by any means, but if Allyson were to guess, in her late forties. She walked to the counter and the woman glanced up from the magazine she was reading and looked at her with a smile. <br><br>"Not everyday I get a human in here. What can I do for you today, honey?" she asked, her voice warm and welcoming. <br><br>Allyson's brow drew over her eyes as she thought about how to ask. "I'm doing a project in one of my classes and am looking at the effects of certain herbs and what they can do for the body. I read that wolfsbane can help soothe and even heal if used correctly."<br><br>The woman nodded. "Yes, but I'm not sure how much you could show in your project if you don't have a wolf to test that on."<br><br>Allyson nodded. "Correct,&nbsp; but I read that it even has soothing effects for a human, not as strong, but a stress reliever. I want to record the heart rhythms and brain activities and such like that." <br><br>"Alright then. How much do you need?" she asked as she stood and opened a cabinet behind her. <br><br>"Four ounces should do. If I need more, I know where to come get it now," she said, happiness swelling in her chest. <br><br>The woman weighed it out for her, bagged the wolfsbane up and rang her up. Five dollars later, she was putting the bag in her purse and walking out of the shop. <br><br>"Hey little human. What brings you to this side of the wall?" a deep voice asked her. She looked up and then up some more, taking in the large man, all muscle and very wide, his dark brown hair close cut to his skull and a well kept beard on his face. <br><br>She smiled. "Just getting something for a project. Have a nice day," she said as she tried walking around him but then another man, this one blonde, but still large, and a wicked glint to his grey eyes. <br><br>"Leaving so soon?" he asked her.<br><br>"Uh, yeah, got some other things I have to do. Bye now." She tried stepping around them and the one with the beard grabbed her elbow and stopped her. <br><br>"Sugar, we could give you something to do."<br><br>"Yeah, no thanks," she said as she tried to pull away but his hand only gripped harder. <br><br>"What if we told you wolves are more fun?" blondie asked in a heated voice.<br><br>"Look dude, I am not interested. Now, get your fucking hand off me," she said in a low voice. This caused the bearded one to laugh.<br><br>"Now that was rude, red. I think you need to apologize and I have just the way to do it," blondie growled before walking an turning down the alley to the left of the apothecary. The bearded one yanked her along with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wall (wolventears &amp; Daggermouth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daggermouth</strong> on <strong>30-01-2016, 19:12:16</strong>
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				The wolf city always smells like sweat and smoke and bodies and dust. They do not rely so much on machines: where would they go if they had cars to drive? Certain things, like booze and bullets and gasoline, are difficult to come by, for obvious reasons, although there is always someone stupid enough to sell even these things over the wall. They are not inclined to get organised. The city provides a little meat and a little money, enough that they do not starve, enough that many of them have no work and no reason to want any. For the most part they see it as a bribe, although of course it is also a shackle. Today the sun has been high for hours and the city smells like burning dust... but the human girl has a scent Remy doesn't recognise. She weaves in and out of his walk, or perhaps he keeps crossing her path, and soon he does not even pretend he is not seeking after her. He tells himself it is reconnaissance, that humans have a kind of worth, but it is closer to curiosity. Like a lot of the big males, he has a little restless madness that comes from being a predator with no prey, with living in a tiny little city, and any novelty brings them all out onto the street. <br><br>Remy is not the only one tracking the human girl, but the one who gets there first has something other than adventure on his mind. It is not necessarily all malice: as his mother used to say, some lycans wear their wolf very close to the surface. And there are men on this side who have a thing for human girls- even, it is rumoured, the other way around- but it is deeply taboo, a dirty joke. They call the human men who come over the wall after girls 'dog-catchers', but they are not unpopular. Lycan bitches are tough enough, and like the males in their human shape they look like humans only... more so: hard-bodied and tall and muscular, with something about their eyes and something about their teeth that is pure wolf. They are more than a match for a human man. <br><br>This is something else: a lycan male could do all kinds of harm to a human girl. Nothing good has ever come of that kind of thing. When human girls go missing, fire bombs come over the wall, and dead dogs and men looking for trouble and all the rest. And so Remy, who has had trouble enough for one lifetime and knows he should know better, detaches himself from the welcome shade of the shopfront and gets involved.<br><br>"Break it up, Romeo-" he calls after them. "You brought a friend-" he adds, smiling in a way that shows sharp white incisors. His knuckles are bruised, and there is a little blood on his lip, and everything about him looks like a bad time coming. He lifts his hands, trying to keep the mood easy, letting the pair get a look at him. Like sex, status is really simple for lycans: by the scent and the sight of him they know his rank, just like he knows theirs. The fair one is no problem, but the older male is big, and might make a match if he's really hard up, if the girl means something to him. He wonders if the others scented her across the city, or if they just got lucky. The girl has bright hair and is soft-bodied and dressed easy, like she meant to walk in the sun, and even coated in dust and swamped by the smell of the alley and the men and their adrenaline, he feels like he knows her, feels like she is impossibly distinct. <br><br>"I've come to ruin your fun. You know what happens if you send your girl here home all torn up..." <br><br>He eclipses the mouth of the alleyway: if he squares up his shoulders brush the brickwork. He is still smiling like a man trying to keep the peace, although adrenaline makes him want to be in motion, and at his sides his fingers twitch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wall (wolventears &amp; Daggermouth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-01-2016, 00:51:23</strong>
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				She turned as that deep voice rumbled over her, her body warming. She looked at the newcomer but didn't feel the uneasiness she had felt with these two. She felt the sudden urge to jump into his arms.<br><br>The blonde clicked his tongue at him. "We found her first. Take a walk and we won't have to show you who's the stronger wolf here," he growled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wall (wolventears &amp; Daggermouth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daggermouth</strong> on <strong>25-03-2016, 22:27:30</strong>
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				"Hey, now..."<br><br>Remy closes up the mouth of the alleyway, swinging himself in to the space with his hands on the brick at either side. It is hot and his grey t-shirt is worn and half worn out, dark with sweat at his throat and his stomach, showing nothing but hard high lines of muscle. He is giving the strangers room and time to take a look at him, to get the scent of him. They must know that they are in trouble: they wouldn't be lycans if they couldn't scent a roaming Alpha when they got close to one. If the girl is the prize they want, they could still make a fight of it. Unless they are fools they will slink off and pick on something a little easier to digest. He is agitated, the heat and their stupid truculence, a predator living in a cage close up with a thousand others, breathing in their separate frustration.<br><br>"Back up, boys. You know what happens if our girl gets hurt. It's too fucking hot to fight, but I will put you down if I have to."<br><br>He is no longer looking at the other lycans but at the girl, a soft-bodied human with bright hair. She smells like secrets and salt and panic and her morning's shopping, and something he doesn't recognise. She is frightened, or else the adrenaline shrinking her pupils is pain: the older lycan has her arm in a vice grip. <br><br>"Come here, sweetheart." he says, holding out his hand to her. He would like her behind him, would like to be between her and the two strange lycans trying their luck, for some ingrained instinctive reason. He is not human, so he does not question for a second the thing that makes him step in, the intensity of his desire not to see her unprotected.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 01:22:25</strong>
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				The bearded wolf let Allyson go and took a step back. He obviously wasn't an alpha and took orders. She didn't wait. She began walking towards the new wolf as soon as the grip was gone from her elbow. But she wasn't quick enough. Blondie grabbed ahold of her and growled, baring his teeth at the newcomer.<br><br>"I told you, she's ours," he snarled out, his eyes changing to their wolven amber <br><br>Allyson looked at the wolf at the mouth of the alley, a plea in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wall (wolventears &amp; Daggermouth)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daggermouth</strong> on <strong>08-05-2016, 19:51:33</strong>
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				It has been a long time since Remy had to ask for anything twice. All the city packs are closely linked up, are almost one, a strange hybrid thing which is brand new: there has never been a city like this. What it means is that they are all deeply, wearily familiar: there are faces and names Remy does not have but no scents he does not know. By the smell of their sweat he knows the children running by, who their fathers are, how well they will ascend. They fight to climb the ranks but by their parentage the Alphas know how far they will go. A strange thing that seems to work, although there is a nightmarish inevitability about their lives now.<br><br>And yet this is brand new. It is not a good thing but it feels good, invigorating, to do something different, even if they are only scrapping over a human girl in what has always been a good neighbourhood. Remy scents the stranger, the big fair wolf with the little eyes, trying to decide if he could take him on the shift: some lycans make wild, stupid wolves, others slow and clumsy humans. Remy is better on two feet. At any rate, they are already metaphorically vastly overtooled for this fight: if he shifts the stranger will shift and the girl will be caught in the crossfire. Better they stay in the bodies they can control, if only because there would be something salacious and strange about two wolves fighting over a woman, even if he did not feel a strange unruly pull towards her. Poor girl. He tracks her eyes as he decides, trying to see how fast she is, whether she will see what is going to happen. <br><br>The stranger starts to shift, his eyes flash, and the choice is snatched from his hands. The first body to change is always vulnerable: he would only do it if he thought it was his only shot. The shift takes a few seconds at best- at first it took minutes and even, for the unlucky ones, hours- and it is dead time, a sort of fit, in which the body has no control. In the time it takes the stranger to find his form the girl is in space, standing between them. If she moves fast she can be out of the alley in ten steps, or at least put Remy's body between hers and the shifting snarling half-wolf happening in the dust. If she does that, he can still protect her. And maybe if he does <em>that</em>, he can figure out why he wants to...<br><br>He dives past her before the shift has stuck, dropping into the cloud of fur and dust and tearing fabric where a wolf is about to materialise. With any luck his weight and his hands casting around for the half-thing's throat will send it whimpering back into human form, some old instinctual protection to stop a large body crushing itself fatally into a small space. Sending a shift back is a good trick if you can do it, but it relies on the first few hazy boneless moments of the new body: if he comes in late he is a big man fighting a bigger wolf, which is taking a knife to a gun-fight. 
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