Jared Greystone
Settled in Forks
Werewolf Property of: Kim Connweller
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Post by Jared Greystone on Dec 15, 2008 23:44:54 GMT -5
Jared closed the door behind him and took a deep breath. The scent of freshly cut onions was so strong he could feel his eyes watering. “Don’t forget milk,” his mother called through the open window. He nodded, and continued down the front steps. He was barley at the edge of the drive way when she opened the door. “You can take the car,” she insisted as she threw the keys to him. She began to say sorry, but they landed almost too smoothly in his too large hands.
He noticed her confused expression and dropped them immediately. “Thanks!” he called back to her as he retrieved them from the grass. Jared waited for her to close the door and took a deep breath. That was a close one. Although Jared knew he could run fast, and was always roughly ten degrees hotter than the average person, he was unaware that his reflexes could react within a millisecond of thought. He looked at the old white station wagon and with a quick look at the keys he placed them safely in his jeans pocket.
He followed the road toward the local convenience store concentrating on the back of his hand. Five minutes ago he had a deep gash that was oozing red liquid, now it was hardly there. It seemed to be disappearing before his very eyes. A single warm droplet landed on his arm, and he looked up just as the rain began. He was too far to turn back, especially empty handed. He jogged over to the closest store front and stood dripping under the bit of roof that covered the sidewalk. Jared griped the door handle and following his hand with his eyes he noticed the sign, ’closed’. “Right,” he laughed to himself.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 17, 2008 15:56:14 GMT -5
(OOC: Are we already wolf bros?)
Paul had been wandering the streets of La Push for a while now, an option he considered better than sitting around at home. His folks had been getting irked with him recently for eating them out of house and home, so he was often kicked out for the day when there was no school. His stomach growled fiercely and the scowl on his face matched the intensity of his hunger. He had spent all his money on food. Every single cent and yet still his appetite was insatiable. Well, he spent a little money on a new tattoo on his shoulder blade, but that hadn’t been much, as he knew the tattooist personally. He threw his large hands into his pockets as he walked, the rain beginning to flatten his short, partially spiked hair, and relished in the fact that it no longer made him cold. He used to hate being cold in the frequent downpours that this bit of Olympic Peninsula was famed for, but now he could barely remember what being cold felt like.
He rounded the corner , laughing under his breath as a couple of kids crossed the street to avoid his hulking, angry looking form, and his legs automatically took him in the direction of the convenience store. It wasn’t until he looked up and saw Jared fighting with the locked door that he actually realised where he was. He laughed out loud, not even dimming the sound for the benefit of his friend’s embarrassment, and approached his friend. He clapped the other boy on the back of his shoulder blade, hard.
“Having some trouble with the old door there, Jar‘?”
He took a small step back to give the other boy some room, then realised that the store being closed meant there was no chance of conning the shopkeeper out of giving him the off produce. His face fell. “I’m starving…”
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Jared Greystone
Settled in Forks
Werewolf Property of: Kim Connweller
Posts: 75
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Post by Jared Greystone on Dec 17, 2008 19:32:54 GMT -5
Jared felt a surge of white heat, pulse suddenly through his veins. It wasn’t like him to loose his temper, especially over something so small as a closed convenience store. The familiar voice of Paul, the only other person besides Sam and himself to be going through the transformation woke him from the blistering anger spell. He laughed and released his grip on the door handle. For a moment he wondered when the mood swings would end. After all he was starting to act more like his menopausal mother than himself.
“What’s going on?” he asked his friend. “I’m with you, on that,” he laughed, he was getting pretty use to his stomach growling. He thought of heading home for a moment before remembering the fact he would be showing up without the ingredients his mother needed for dinner. He decided against that.
“Why can’t we have Burger King here like everyone else does?” he asked. That was the down fall of La Push, besides the constant rain the closest thing to fast food was hunting.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
Posts: 50
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 19, 2008 20:43:57 GMT -5
Paul raised his eyebrows at Jared’s expression when he turned around, the last glimpse of anger dissipating before his eyes as Paul interrupted him. Thank goodness it wasn’t just him still having trouble with the quick temper that came over them. To be honest, Paul had never been the most patient and level-headed of people, but just before and since the change, he had become unbearable. It helped to know his wolf brother was experiencing the same. He shrugged a little at his friend’s question.
“Nothing much,” he told him, peering through the glass door of the useless convenience store. “The parents wanted some peace, so, naturally, that meant turning me out.”
He shifted his look back to Jared as he ascertained that there was no one in the shop at all, not even someone putting stock out or something. A vague grin appeared on his face and he bent his head a little, lowering his tone so only the two of them could hear. “We can do better than Burger King,” he told him, exciting himself with the thought of hunting. “Want to go hunt?”
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Jared Greystone
Settled in Forks
Werewolf Property of: Kim Connweller
Posts: 75
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Post by Jared Greystone on Dec 19, 2008 21:23:50 GMT -5
Jared gazed into the glass. A part of him, the uncontrollable un-jared part wanted to break something. The elders had assured them that the hunger would cease, but as of yet it only felt stronger. He was hungry all the time, and way too tall for half the clothes he had worn just last summer. How were you suppose to keep a secret that large away from your own prying mother. It was near impossible, and quite frustrating.
Jared turned to face him. Why hadn’t he thought of that. He was sure the dumbfounded look on his face was bound to make anyone laugh. He laughed himself as if to counteract it. He looked past Paul, than in the other direction to make sure no one heard them. Realizing it was still raining and the only people that would be out during the cold rain would actually be them he relaxed his posture. He shoulders falling into a more comfortable position.
With a look in the direction of the forest he half smiled, “Fast food it is.” he replied. The rain continued to fall, soaking everything around them. He could feel his body beginning to quake and he ignored it. He raised his hood and ran head on into the rain. Concentrating on maintaing a human speed.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
Posts: 50
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 19, 2008 21:41:40 GMT -5
Paul’s grin grew as Jared agreed to hunt with him, the excitement manifesting itself as pre-phasing shudders that he knew he had to bite down until they reached the cover of trees. Sam would have a fit if the two of them phased in the main street, even if it was a miserable day with low visibility.
“Awesome,” he growled, clenching his fists into balls as he tried his hardest to remain in control. He clapped his friend on the shoulder once more and set off at a swift run, which was fast, but incredibly inelegant. As a human, Paul seemed a little gangly, he hadn’t filled out so much as the other two, but the two running teenagers was enough to put the fear of god into most people. A grin split his face as he heard a ’Goodness!’ being exclaimed from across the street. They could sure make an impression, even as humans!
It didn’t take long to reach the outskirts of the forest from where they were - it didn’t really take that long from anywhere in La Push - and as soon as he reached it he phased without a second thought. There was a horrific tearing of seams and a small howl of discomfort as the shoes he was wearing broke under the strain of the transformation.
Crap, he thought to his wolf brother.
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Jared Greystone
Settled in Forks
Werewolf Property of: Kim Connweller
Posts: 75
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Post by Jared Greystone on Dec 20, 2008 2:05:06 GMT -5
Jared kept his focus on the massive patch of greens and browns of the forest before them. He clenched his teeth tightly together to keep from phasing. He could feel his body fighting against itself, which caused his body to shudder. He heard the old woman’s voice from a distance. It seemed a mixture of shock, and worry dripping with caution. He didn’t blame her. After all the sight of the two towering teens must have been quite intimidating.
With only a few steps into the trees he lost his grip. He attempted to unzip his sweater but it burst at the very seams. He growled as ripples of tremors flowed through his body. His veins pulsating from his core to all of his extremity’s. At that moment he could feel, and even hear his own heart beat. Within less than a minute his human self had become his wolf form. Large, with a gray fur coat that seemed to melt into a milky white. He felt liberated, free, alive.
Jared laughed at his pack mates thought. It was pure and simple. It was one thing when you suddenly had the growth spurt of your life, ate enough for a small family and had mood swings at the drop of a dime. But how would you explain showing up at the house wearing only your birthday suit. Or even explaining where the new jacket you had just been given had disappeared to.
Why do we always have to ruin our clothes!? He thought to his pack mate. Sometimes I miss just being normal. I can hear her screaming already, he said with his mom in mind.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 20, 2008 21:14:56 GMT -5
Paul turned to Jared in his wolf form, slowing his pace to really take a look at the other wolf. It still surprised him to see the transformation on others, even if it did feel more natural to himself now. He wondered if he would be able to recognise the boy that had recently become his best friend in his wolf form if he couldn’t hear his thoughts. It was strange how the other boy was so different a colour to him, even though their human colourings were so similar. Opposed to Jared’s light fur, Paul was a deep, dark grey with a silver shimmer to it in the right kind of light. It made it much easier for him to blend in with his surroundings than the lighter wolf.
Tell me about it, he responded, beginning to pick up the pace through the forest without making much sound through the undergrowth. The folks have put a limit on the number of shoes they’ll get me - they think I’m becoming fashion conscious.
There was a little panting sound as Paul laughed through his wolf nose. They think I’m going to ask them for laser surgery to get rid of the tats soon.
He stopped, suddenly, and raised his nose to the air, catching the scent of a herd of elk nearby. He felt the saliva pool in his mouth and it begin to fall from his mouth as drool, though he wasn’t bothered by it in this feral form. A slight growl escaped his throat in enthusiasm for the hunt.
Let’s go. Surround and pick off…
He set off full pelt, turning off in one direction to cut off the prey’s escape to make sure they got as bigger pick as possible.
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Jared Greystone
Settled in Forks
Werewolf Property of: Kim Connweller
Posts: 75
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Post by Jared Greystone on Dec 23, 2008 0:05:57 GMT -5
Jared kept his eyes open searching for any sign of movement within the forests foliage. He laughed at his friends response, and it sounded more like a snuff or a half sneeze coming from his wolf form. He couldn’t even imagine Paul giving a thought to being fashion cautious. He just didn’t seem to be that kind of guy. He was more into impressing himself than anyone else, or so it seemed. Besides he couldn’t imagine Paul without the tattoos they were his thing, and they fit him. Without the strange markings covering the flesh of his arm and back he would look just like any other Quilette kid. Just larger.
Jared jerked to a stop. His paws catching dirt between his nails as he stopped himself abruptly. He had to admit, he really wasn’t that great at hunting. Not yet any way, it was something completely new to him, after he hadn’t eaten any other meat besides chicken and poultry before the transformation. The scents and tastes of anything else were new to him.
Jared said nothing only rushed off in the direction toward the back of the heard. He wasn’t that much of a leader when it came to being a wolf. He was much better at taking orders, which was only partly true when he was in human form. Jared could smell their prey. It made his mouth water.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 23, 2008 17:07:23 GMT -5
This was the life! This was what it was all about, he couldn’t believe he’d been living for so long without the wolf in his life. He ran easily and quickly through the forest without even thinking about it. And without being reprimanded or nagged at by Sam. Sam was a great guy, he couldn’t imagine going through the transformation without Sam there to explain it all, but he couldn’t half get on Paul’s nerves with his whole ’alpha’ deal. What was the big problem if a resident or two saw them in wolf form? So the forest would get a bad reputation, that would just mean more freedom for them, right? He let out a low growl at the thought - he wasn’t very good at hiding his anger.
He didn’t have to look at Jared to know that the other wolf had peeled off and followed his advice. He could feel the other wolf’s lack of confidence along with his enthusiasm for hunting and it surged his own confidence in himself. Paul himself ran ahead to the front of the small herd of elk and turned on his paws to face them. A ferocious growl tore from his throat and he bounded forward as they bottlenecked into a particularly dense area of the forest.
Now, Jared. Now!
He bounded forward and launched himself at the head of the herd, watching as the elk tried to scatter and turn back on themselves.
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Jared Greystone
Settled in Forks
Werewolf Property of: Kim Connweller
Posts: 75
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Post by Jared Greystone on Dec 26, 2008 18:47:12 GMT -5
Jared sized up the prey from behind them watching as they ran in an elegant sort of way he couldn’t see himself ever perfecting. He - along with his wolf brothers- just seemed too broad. He could hear the sounds of the herds many hooves battering the cool forest floor. The rain was barely noticeable within the forest, at least in the direction they were headed, the forest canopy shielded most of the falling rain drops, and a portion of the bit of sunlight that hung around behind the light gray clouds.
Jared heard the order loudly in his wolf skull, the sound seemed vibrant with a hum of hunger from his mid section. His limbs seemed to stretch out before him without even a millisecond of thought. His body sprung forward and he could feel his mouth watering at the scent of them. Elk scattered leaving a handful behind to fend for themselves. Jared crouched growling at the two that were backed up to the trees with only one possible way out. He hoped the growl could reach his brothers ears.
“Got em,” he thought, he pounced forward leaving the slightly larger one for Paul.
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Paul Ketwa
Settled in Forks
Werewolf, Tough Man, Imprinted on Rachel Black
Bring it, Kid.
Posts: 50
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Post by Paul Ketwa on Dec 26, 2008 21:57:16 GMT -5
Paul snarled viciously at the elk attempting to escape Jared by running north, forcing them back into the waiting jaws of his wolf-brother. It was all he could do to stop himself from just pouncing upon the defenceless creatures as they bounded up to him - his stomach felt like it was turning inside out with hunger. He wanted all of them, he didn’t care what would be said when humans came across the carnage that the two wolves could cause, he just needed to eat. Now! He ignored the plan that he had formulated to bottleneck the animals and at Jared’s hasty thought, he tore his way forward.
Coming, he growled in his head, distracted by trying to haphazardly catch as the rumps of the fleeing elk. The large claws of one of his fore-paws gouged out a good few inches from a couple, sending them flying in his direction. It only took a quick twist of his head to take one of their delicate necks into his mouth and snap it. A few seconds later he was in front of Jared.
Let’s feast, he thought at him, beginning to devour the elk, unable to stop himself for any longer.
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