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[DEAN XAVIER BROWN]

He started to find his time, the picture in front of him making him smile. Alone that was what he liked , that was what he wanted. Yet at the same time he could her the walking of his pack. It made him realize that he was not alone all the time. Yes he liked his solitude, he never would have believed it himself and why he was in a pack then again it made him feel welcomed and at home at last he could find some peace.

But then again , being in a pack was not that hard at least he was keeping his families roots. But for now, the painting had to be completed later, it was getting to hot and he was in need of some refreshment. He hoped that the waves would be wild, he loved their wildness and their impossible nature. Yet at the same time he marveled at how cool and collected it was with its savage nature. Yes guess that was one of the reasons why he loved to surf to feel the water on his skin and to actually feel the sun burn him slightly.

That was his true love, ah but the discussion of love. Love was either blind, or untruth or unrequited love. Thankfully he could always be jealous and he was jealous now of not having it but at the same time he was more than thankful. He could not really understand why all everyone thought was imprinting and love and the way nature takes it’s own course. He found it to trouble most heads, but then again this was also his jealousy talking to him.

Ah to much was going on in his head, and yet at the same time he found the better that he thought about things. The better they would always result, in the end . What he was truly wanting to say was that he was a dam fool. For what he could not say yet, but maybe it was just him not accepting his jealousy issues. Then again, he was just in need of clearing his head. Walking away towards his closet , he started to take out his swim suit and his body suit as he walked over towards his surf board and started to climb down his room.

His eyes not looking at anywhere else, the mere vibe around the room making him rushed and wanting to get out. His hand closing the door behind with a push as he got on his jeep and started to turn the keys. Well this was a relief, now for a little bit of fun in the beach and in the waves.

Chris..

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[DANICA LEIGH JONES]

Danica fluffed around her room. She was quite the little worker when it came to homely things. Danica loved nothing more than to have a nice clean house. It was bad enough that she had to move out of her excessively expensive mansion in the middle of Melbourne and move to outskirts of Sydney to live with a pack of dingoes. She wanted the house to be perfect. If they had to live in the sticks, they were going to have the best looking house in the sticks. Danica hated the way her new ‘family’ looked after the place. After destroying two old lounges and a few other chairs and beds around the place, Danica took it upon herself to buy all new white furniture. Anyone that made a mark, a scratch, destroyed any piece of furniture; it was going to come out of their pocket. She was sick of forking out her father’s money to ensure the beauty of her new home. Yes she was a little bit of a neat freak, but she was in no way sheltered. Sure she had a home maker in her father’s house, but she wasn’t removed from cleaning herself. Her father always made her responsible for her room as a child and it was always in perfect condition.

Danica rolled her hand along the long window sills the lined the left side of their new home. They had only been here a few weeks and she was already checking for dust. With a family of dingoes shifting in and out sporadically, she was sure there would be an excess of dusty red dirt covering the place, she just wouldn’t have it. Shifting was not for her, she hated her dingo form. She hated having four legs, she hated hearing everyone else’s thoughts, she hated them hearing hers, she hated running fast and sweating in the hot Australian sun, she hated the fur that would matt, she hated the hot sand beneath her feet, she hated the snakes she would always encounter, she hated it ALL! There was nothing that would convince her otherwise. Danica only ever shifted when she was forced to by Luca, her pack alpha. He never abused it as he knew that she didn’t like it, she could trust him to only use her when he really needed. It was fortunate for Danica though, because of her father’s extreme football skills, she naturally had that fighting edge and found herself easily succumbing to the ways of a dingo once in that form.

The boys on the other hand were another story. They knew how much she hated shifting and because they did, they always tried to annoy her, irritate her so much that her temper got the best of her and she had no choice but to shift. The boys thought it was incredibly funny to force someone to shift beyond their control, Danica thought it quite rude to be honest. She didn’t take it to heart though, she knew what Australian men were like, her father included. They were jokesters, they liked to have a good time. Danica would always be angry at them and give them the silent treatment for a few hours but then they would trick her into talking to her again. It was just one big vicious cycle though. Even though the pack was relitavely new, Danica found herself being drawn closer to her new ‘family’. The girls especially, even if they were a little on the rough side, not one of them as refined as herself. She loved nothing more than spending time with the girls.

For now though, the girls were out doing something, the boys no doubt out hunting something. Danica, she would stay home and cook, the boys loved her cooking and it was nice to know she had one ace up her sleeves to threaten them with if they got too out of hand.

[HASHIMOTO KAORI]

Monday morning found the, apparently, young woman sitting cross legged on the floor. Apparently because, of course, Kaori was not as young as she appeared. Her silky dark hair was rolled up at the nape of her neck, tied out of her way, and her eyes were focused. Almost made her laugh to think of it ever being otherwise!. As if she was ever not focused? She liked to get right to her work and get it done, and get it done right. And what was so wrong with that? Was it so wrong to be like that? She had heard other people say otherwise. They did not say so for much longer afterwards.

Before her was the motherboard to her laptop. It had been running a bit slow and she wanted to update it. Again. For the third time this month? Maybe it was the fourth. Anyway. All the complicated circuits and slots; chips and wires…well they spoke to her. Was it that much of a surprise given her ability though? Blowing upwards at her bangs a moment, not because they needed to be out of her way but because it was an old habit that refused to die a slow and painful death no matter how many times she tried to stop herself from doing it, she studied the green, black and silver slide of technology and felt a responding tug within her, but she would not use it just yet. Wanted to do this without it.

Challenging herself was a pastime of hers lately. An amusing one to say the least. When one has forever, one must have pastimes and hobbies. Besides…well…the trouble that usually ended in blood and the stuff of the like. Well, that was just as amusing, and briefly a bright grin lit her features as she thought of it. But in her moment of amusement about things that didn’t have anything to do with the small, complex thing she was working on, her hand slipped. She frowned at it. Why? With a sigh she gave up challenging herself and tapped into that lovely ability of hers to slide the chip that had slipped out of her control back into its slot. It was rare for her to slip like that, lose her focus. She didn’t like it.

She leaned in closer, the tight shirt she wore specifically for this not slipping to touch the workings and shock her, examining the previously slipped chip, making sure it was where it was supposed to be. The details were important with these things, the smallest little thing out of place would mean that everything wouldn’t work right. Her phone started buzzing and she held up a finger, telling it one second, not that she could shut off the vibrating, but it was habit when she was finishing something up. Satisfied, she grinned and put the motherboard down on the rubber coated placemat she had just for such purposes. If her room burnt down she would be very put out about having to find a new one. She didn’t care too much about the physical possessions in the room.

The only possession she owned that she cared about hung from her neck. She touched the moon shaped silver locket out of habit from thinking about it and with her other hand plucked up her phone, flipping it open with her thumb. Oh! She was supposed to meet someone! Her face broke out in a grin as she bounced up and dusted off the tight pants she wore. It took her less than a moment, thumbs flying over the tiny keyboard, as she announced to the other woman she would be on her way momentarily. She had managed to forget about meeting her in her technology obsession. Oops. She giggled a little to herself, finding her shoes and sliding them on, tapping the toe to the floor twice to slide them right into place. On her way!

Kaori had spent most of her life alone, and thus, tended to forget about social things from time to time because she wasn’t used to remembering. Now that she was part of a very social situation, being in a coven, the young woman was trying harder to remember but it didn’t always work out as it should. Most of the time it didn’t, but that didn’t bother her, even if it bothered those around her. Though, her friend wasn’t all that social either, so she never seemed to mind as far as Kaori could tell. It wasn’t that Kaori didn’t like people. She actually liked people a lot! She loved being around them. But she was out of the habit. It would take some time to get back into it. For a while, her entire immortal life had been about technology and learning more about it, rather than interaction with others. She was changing slowly. She wasn’t so old that she didn’t remember how to change.

Headphones in the ears, Kaori took in the total beauty that was the land she lived in as she walked. The music was bouncy and she bobbed her head as she walked. Until a car almost hit her. She freaked a bit and bounced back, glaring at the car owner who glared right back. Oh you… Okay, so Kaori wasn’t paying the most attention like she should have but still! Other people should be paying attention too! Narrowing her eyes as the car drove away, it only took a burst of her ability to make the car swerve. She didn’t care to see what actually happened, the satisfying screeching was enough. Happily appeased now with her revenge, the young woman that wasn’t truly a young woman resumed her walk to meet her friend, humming along to the song now.
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Muse: Work in progress XD
Comments: I apologize if its off? I can fix it if need be ^_^

[FUJIHARA NARIKO]

It was raining.

Nariko tilted her head upwards, towards the sky; bright red eyes scanning the mistiness above, a small smile etched onto her plush lips. Little droplets of rain pattered down onto her face, leaving wet marks behind their tracks as they dripped down onto her clothes. She didn't mind. She rarely did.

Ever since she was a small child, Nariko had always loved the rain; the sound and smells were always so soothing. The duo reminded her of the village she lived in 500 years ago, the two senses awakening long forgotten memories. Closing her eyes, she reminisced her human life; such a fragile thing that she struggled to see clearly. Remembering a human life was hard work; their senses weak, unable to be used to their full abilities to record any memories that they wished to hold. Over 500 years of living as a vampire had Nariko struggling to remember; to see the ones that danced in her treasured memories that had left her life so long ago. Sad, yes. But it wasn't enough to ruin the vampire's mood. Reopening her eyes, she gazed at the city below her, simply watching as the rain created a fog like blanket over the streets. The smile widened into a smirk -- perhaps it was time the rain changed into something more.. thunderous.

Her brows furrowed down to form a small frown in concentration, her mind calling out to her ability. It didn't take long for her power to take place. She had 500 years to get used to it, after all.

The rain skittered for a moment; a marginal change brewing above forcing the weather to go slightly haywire. Nothing big enough for the humans to notice, the silly fools. They rarely took the time to notice anything. This, was why Nariko had chosen to sit at the top of a building, hardly taking any precautions to hide her form. Humans never looked up. Thus, she was safe.

Suddenly, the rain began to fall harder; the noise levels increasing as the droplets fell with more strength. Thunder made its presence, the sound rumbling across the sky, lightning to follow shortly after. The people below began to hurry faster to find cover, determining their umbrellas useless against the storm that they had suddenly found themselves in. The sly smirk on Nariko's lips matched the look in her eyes; mischievous. She loved to use her power. It matched her storm obsession so perfectly. She couldn't have asked for anything better herself, really.

'Turning the lights out, tightening the handcu--'

Before the sentence of her new ringtone could finish, Nariko flipped out her cell with ease, glancing at the caller before pressing the 'talk' button all in one, smooth motion. Agility. One of the many perks, of being a vampire. Bringing the phone close to her ear, she spoke; her voice cold and just audible. "Speak." Annoyingly, it was one of her English speaking connections, a mere child -- but then again, everyone under the age of 200 was a child to the vampire -- that had proved to be useful from time to time. Tightening the band strapped around her wrist, she flicked one stubborn wet strand of hair that refused to move away from her line of sight. With a slight cough, the child stammered in reply.

"Gomenasai, Fujihara-sama,"

Nariko rolled her eyes at the child's attempt of Japanese, his less than accurate accent causing the vampire to run a hand through her dark hair in annoyance. The fool. She'd exterminate him, later. Couldn't have little children running around and pissing her off as workers now, could we? As the child continued to speak, Nariko frowned, the irritation she felt for the boy deepening with every word that uttered out of his mouth.

"I'm afraid we couldn't comply with your orders, the other humans under your control have told me that their simply isn't enough time or space to do as you wi--"

With another roll of her eyes, a sigh left her lips, immediately silencing the boy's rambles. The red in the vampire's eyes darkened; the edge of the iris slowly changing to a much darker, and dangerous colour. Nariko stood, the edge of her heels playfully teasing the border of the building that she had been perched on. Her brows had relaxed, the frown no longer apparent in her features. But that didn't mean that Nariko was no longer angry. No, it was quite the opposite. After a few long seconds, -- it didn't really take this long for Nariko to come to a decision of what to do; she just liked to let the boy squirm in fear -- she spoke once again, keeping her voice unfeeling; the power that she held within it dominating any other emotions that she deemed unnecessary. "I see. It seems that I must complete even the simplest of tasks on my own. I'll deal with you later, Thomas."

She didn't bother to hear his pathetic replies. Instead, she cut off the call, slipping the cell back into the inside of her blazer pocket. She felt the urge to snarl, rip the guts out of a human; anything. The frustration she felt settled in the depths of her mind, refusing to disappear. But no -- Nariko had better control than that. She would not let herself show her emotions so easily like some silly child. No. No, she would not. She refocused on the thunder storm she had earlier created, the pounding rain gently easing some of the frustration away.

The thought of what she would do to Thomas later in the evening amused Nariko, the smirk reappearing in her lips. He was only a mere human; easily replaceable.

And so easily destroyed.


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Notes: Fail. Dx I hope this is okay? I can always redo it if she wasn't as you wanted her to be. :3

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[micah]

How did he stop thinking about her? She plagued his mind every night and all he wanted to do was get closer to her. Mia was so beautiful, so wonderfully perfect. She dominated his thoughts; the most definite love of his life. One day, he would talk to her about all these things... and one day maybe someone would tell him what an imprint was and he'd understand these deep and uncontrollable feelings but today, Micah was oblivious to the feelings of his pure devotion and currently thought of unrequited love. He knew he loved her and he understood how, but he did not understand why, what could possibly drive him to be so obsessive over a woman that he had barely just met. She was beautiful this was true but these feelings were more than just lust, there was something deeper about these feelings. He wanted to marry her, he wanted to have a family with her, he wanted to spend the rest of his life laying with her in a bed not caring about what time it was as long as she was with him... that was just the power of an imprint though. He couldn't fight that power no matter how hard he tried. One of his construction mates mentioned that there had been a change in him since he'd moved with all those people, but Micah only smiled and said that it was nothing. They were all suggesting that there was a girl, some even suggested that their might have been a guy. The twenty-six year old ignored them as he lifted about three hefty bags of concrete mix onto his shoulders while they heckled him all the way. As he walked, occasionally the heckling calmed down when he threatened to throw the bags on them. He was one of the few on the site that could lift such things with no problems, in fact, he could lift a lot more than this, but due to some of the guys being suspicious of his power and often asking him if he was on steroids, he often tried not to show off too much. He wasn't really worried but if they drug tested him and tested his blood what would his abilities show up as, would they notice the mutation? He wondered if they would lay him off for a while, something that was simply unacceptable. He had to be out there doing something. He couldn't just sit back and pretend that he wasn't needed out on the job site. He couldn't pretend that he didn't need to bring home money for food, for bills, to be able to impress Mia...

Micah seriously considered paying off someone to take a drug test for him. At the same time, Micah realized that he couldn't trust that there would be a human that would be entirely clean that could provide him with blood. For him, it was easier to simply pretend not to be able to do quite as good a job as he wanted to do in a fast amount of time instead of risking his neck by pushing himself to the absolute limit and losing his job, something that was not going to happen if he had his way. He thought to himself, that things would be much easier if he just worked alone. Of course, what person would hire a single man to do the job of twenty, sure Micah could do such a job in an appropriate time frame but then how would he explain himself? He still liked his strength though, and when he was at home and building anything for the pack, he could really do whatever he wanted and carry as much as he wanted, something that brought him great joy. Actually what would bring him greater joy would be being able to trot, shirtless, carrying hundreds of pounds on his back and impress Mia-- yeah, that sounded like a good plan. He would be able to show her what a good man he was; call it a bit animalistic, but he almost felt like he was trying to show to her that he was the most powerful 'mate'; the best lover. The right choice to make in the love game? He didn't know all the words, he didn't have to be particularly wordy, he just knew that he had good genes, he was strong. He was everything that a girl could ask for wasn't he? He could give her anything, he wanted to give her everything and then some.

Maybe he needed to get a hold of a kid, women loved kids. He could hear someone calling to him and he looked over in time to dodge a metal beam that had been dropped by a crane. "Watch it up there!" He yelled up at the two men who were looking down very embarrassed by their own mistake. He took in a deep breath and continued on. He fired up the concrete mixer and started to pour in the contents of the bag... was he good enough though? Was a construction worker the best job? Could he bring in more if he changed jobs? No, decidedly no, he loved his job... he couldn't just leave this, he was starting to build seniority too. His mind was dragged away from these thoughts when his phone rang. He fumbled grabbing it and then saw the name Mia on the screen... he wasted not time trying to press talk, a task that was more difficult in this moment than pulling a splinter out of the back of your own leg. "hello?" he finally said pressing the phone to his ear, and then waited for her sweet voice to respond.


-RJ the JR

[Oshiro Ishi]

Ishi was a quiet girl. She always thinking something but usually kept her thoughts to herself. There were many days when she wondered if it was worth it to be a vampire… if this second life was in fact a life meant to be. The one thing that played tug-o-war with her judgement was her renewed eyesight. There was something so beautiful about being able to see again that it was something she dearly cherished. Though she had been given another chance at vision, this time even clearer and sharper than anything she had experienced while human, she couldn’t help but feel the pain that ripped her up as a human. The pain of weakness she felt when she had allowed her vision to escape her as a human. It wasn’t supposed to be that way, she was an artist, her vision was everything to her… but she must have done something wrong, must have been too weak to retain the one thing that kept her going.

As an artist she had always been deeply tied to her emotional side. There was something as an artist she was able to feel things stronger and more passionately than others whose brains didn’t quite function the way she did. As vampires, many lose most of their ‘human emotions’ as they are called but Ishi still feels emotion stronger than the other vamps do. She often tries to hide this, knowing they would think it a weakness, a human trait, that even as an immortal she couldn’t shake off. This was one reason why she had become so independent, always off on her own.

As it happens, Ishi was traveling to the Philippines. She was always running off and traveling around. It was when she was alone that she could be herself and not have to fear judgment of the other vampires. Ishi also loved to see the world, to let her eyes roam the beauty of the landscape and of the life around her. She would go all over to sketch, paint and photograph what she saw. It was one of those things that made her feel like she had a purpose or a goal in a life that seemed so long, endless and at times pointless. Though she loved to travel, she hated being in small spaces. She didn’t like feelings caged up or imprisoned. She enjoyed the freedom to move. When she had to take a plane, she always flew first class and would sometimes buy the surrounding seats so she wouldn’t feel so stuffed inside.

Ishi had an ipod full of music and videos to keep her occupied as the plane took off over the sea. Occasionally she would look out the window or pretend to sleep but all she could think about was arriving at her destination. When she finally got off the plane, she effortlessly got up with her oversized pursed and her purple carryon in tow. She walked into the bustling city, there were people everywhere. There were all kinds of food being sold and she really wished she still had a taste for anything other than blood. A man in a jeep beckoned her over. He tried speaking to her in English, a language she understood, but one the man obviously didn’t very well at all. He offered to drive her wherever she wanted for a fee. Ishi asked him to take her to the countryside. She showed him her camera, that she wanted to see something beautiful.

After a long drive the man left her at a rural village the foot of some lush, tropical green, hills. She paid him and he was off. She was adventuring the fields when a vampire confronted her. He kept speaking in Tagalog which wasn’t a language she knew very well at all. She tried speaking a few other languages but he didn’t know any of them. He was a few inches shorter than her, but his eyes were fierce. She could tell he was newborn. He was agitated and didn’t know why, he kept getting closer and closer and she couldn’t only imagine what kind of havoc a young vampire like him could do. The man tilted his head back and bellowed a horrible cry, she could not understand. Then without warning he charged. She wasn’t a fighter, but she was able to dodge his attack. She sprinted up a tree while he was stumbling on the ground after missing his target. Ishi concentrated as hard as she could to make the vampire lose his vision. He started grabbing at his eyes, still stumbling, hollering horrible sounds in every direction. Ishi hopped down from her perch and bolted off into the jungle.

- Remz

[Jaci Abegail Alquera]

Jaci was on patrol duty tonight. She was still in her human form. As much as she loved running at a jaguar, she didn’t like taking the form for granted. Her ability to shift, was a gift from the jaguar to protect. She didn’t ever want to abuse it and only took form with great care and respect. Jaci was sitting on a rock that over looked a pond and rushing waterfall. The last of the sun rays were spotting down on her from the breaks in the canopy above her. The jungle was alive with creatures of all sorts. This was the in-between time, when the day animals were getting ready for sleep, and when the night creatures were starting to stir from their beds.

Jaci ran through the jungle barefoot, racing herself up a mountain to look over the landscape. When she reached top, she stood there, arms at her hips, just staring off into the horizon. The sky was turning a vibrant shade of purple with some pink streaking here and there. She watched as the silhouettes of birds flew across the sky, she could hear the mothers cawing to their young to keep up. When the sun got even lower in the sky she could hear the growling of a real jaguar off in the distance. A smile stretched across her face. That was a sound she very much loved.

As the sun was making its way into its hollow for the night, Jaci was down on her knees. She was a very religious type of woman and always started her patrol with a prayer of thanks for all the nights so far that she has been able to protect the jungle and the people from devil spawns – more often called ‘vampires’. Now that the sun had left so the stars and moon could play in the night sky, she knew it was time to shift. Jaci knew, no humans were around and so she did so freely. She began to trot through her favorite paths of the jungle, keeping a steady pace as she scoured her beloved land for any signs of danger.

A few hours into the night Jaci heard a sound, it made her ears twist back and forth as they zoned in on it, her head cocked as she tried to understand and her nose sniffed the night air as it tried to pick up a whiff of anything out of the ordinary. Jaci began to move towards the sound, her belly dragging closer to the damp earth of the jungle floor as her body tensed, ready to pounce. When she reached the sound it was just some empty tin cans tied around a tree. Some children must have been playing here earlier in the day. Jaci ripped it off and kept it in her mouth. She would find a place to properly dispose of what didn’t belong in the jungle.

She continued on her path, alone in the dense jungle. Jaci had always wanted a family, she yearned to be a mother and to watch her children grow. When she shifted, that plan had taken a back seat. Her role as alpha was now her task and any distraction would just be a distraction. She was used to be alone, in this way… without family and without a lover, but it was a sacrifice she had already decided to make.

When the sun finally rose, she shifted back into human form. She wasn’t far from her house, secluded from others by a long stretch of jungle and so she ran unseen. Jaci tossed out the trash and concluded her routine with another prayer to give thanks for her night of keeping her home safe once more.

- Remz

[LISA ANNA VENTOLIA]

They always knew she was coming. No, it wasn't because the sight of her struck fear into hearts; her very shadow did not send shivers down anyone's spine. At least, not of terror. And no, they weren't shivers of sexual rapture - she wasn't a seductress, at least not by traditional means. No, the reason that she was so well known among vampires (and shifters that were in-the-know), the reason that her presence could easily be discerned: she was a muse.

Perhaps "the" muse would be a better way to word it. No one knew why, but no vampire power was ever duplicated. There were no more like her, except perhaps the Greek muses of myth. Why assume that they did not exist, if mythological creatures such as werewolves and vampires did? Either way, among her kind, she was entirely unique.

And who could not love her? Lisa quite enjoyed being beloved, and it came naturally to her. She was effusively affectionate, sweetly sincere, enthusiastically optimistic, and slow to point out someone else's flaws (though she noticed them very quickly). Being a good reader of people had made her into a chameleon, and she had many facets. Lover, sister, mother, friend. She could switch easily between roles, and be genuine in each one. It was not a falsehood she portrayed, simply the safest way she found to express herself.

Speaking of expressing herself - Lisa knew all about expression. Although she was merely proficient at the arts, each level of skill given a great deal of effort and dedication, the talent level and inspiration she could set blooming in others transcended any levels.

It was Lisa's favorite past time to walk at night through the park, past the vendors and the street performers, the tiny old men playing chess, the musicians, the portrait artists, and be able to feel her power working as she walked. She loved to look over her shoulder and watch their faces - the 'eureka!' moment, where it all clicked.

Her power was a tickling sensation in the back of her mind, a growing sense of pleasant pressure in her skull, like the moment just before an epiphany. The results were concentrated in places of creation, like the park - and once the seed of inspiration was planted, it grew and branched off into more and more possible ideas, an unstoppable force.

~ Ariel