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Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Nor should you, that was very wise. The man smiled and took off running in the direction seeing some of the wolves that were hunting for her. The wolf stood up and looked up at Sybil. It was a look of defeat, fear, and pain. She turned and began to walk slowly toward the forest and away her ehad down adn she didn't look back. She didn't understand what she was or waht was happening.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Sybil's eyes turned to the wolf. She knew the sadness and the confusion she was experiencing. She quickly moved to head her off. The forest was far more dangerous than the city right now. She came to a knee in front of her. She gave a sigh before shaking her head. If you won't come with me willingly, than you leave me no choice. She quickly scooped the wolf up in her arms, cradling her like a child. Come along now, we're going to get you somewhere safe. Her bike would be fine here at the school for now. She couldn't risk trying to ride it with a wolf as well, and her apartment wasn't that far away. In her head, she couldn't even begin to understand why she was risking so much for this young wolf. She didn't want to get into the territory disputes. She didn't want a pack. Was it a selfish reason? Loneliness, perhaps? At this point, it didn't matter. She began running towards her apartment, careful to take the shortest route.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Looking at Sybil, she gasped as she felt the arms go around her. Leaning into the safe arms, Abby just shut her eyes and let the other do whatever she wanted. She leaned her head agianst the shoulder and whimpered gently in her ears. It hurt to be carried, it hurt ot walk, she shut her eyes adn began to doze. She took in her scent not aware that her wolf was soothed by the scent of the alpha. She continued to rest, never feeling like anyone truly cared.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Sybil didn't notice that the wolf in her arms had dozed until she was nearly to her apartment. As she climbed the stairs to her home, she held the young wolf close, panting lightly from having sprinted the whole way home. No one was dumb enough to attack an alpha at home. That was asking for trouble. She cradled the wolf in one arm as she opened the door to her home, carrying the young wolf to the couch. After lying her down gently, she moved to close the curtains and lock the doors and windows. She came to rest beside the young wolf, petting her gently as she slept. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, trying to save you. But you're safe now. She whispered quietly. She leaned her head back against the back of the couch. Exhaustion catching up to her quickly. Before long, she also closed her eyes and drifted too sleep.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

The wolf woke up in an odd place. She jerked up and looked around and her eyes went wide. She began to whimper and jumepd down and began to move around the appartment. She found her way to the door and began to scratch at the door whimpering and looked up whimpering and howling a bit. She continued to scratch and jumped up trying to work the door knob panting and shook her head and looked up. She moved back to the woman and snuffled her hand and nudged her hand up and whimpered and shut her yes and whimpered to him adn shook her head gently and whimpered softly.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Sybil awoke to the feeling the wolf's head brushing against her hand. What's wrong? She asked in an alerted voice, looking around for any sign of attack. She looked down at the young wolf for a moment. you seem to be coming to your senses at least. She rose to her feet and walked towards the kitchen, returning with another slab of raw steak. She set it down in front of the young wolf, before taking her seat on the couch again. We're gonna have a fun talk when you turn back. I promise you that. She stroked the wolf's fur gently before speaking. Eat up, pup. You need to keep up your strength. Especially if you ever want to walk on two legs again.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

She recoiled from the steak. She was a vegetarian. Looking up, she groaned hearing her say that she needed to eat to turn human again. Her wolf clicked over and tore into the steak and growled her tail wagging in gratitude as she ate. When the steak was gone, the wolf moved to a warm corner of the house and walked around three times in a circle and laid down her tail covering her black nose and she looked at him.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Sybil watched the young wolf consume the steak and find her way to a warm corner. A faint smile finding home on her face as she turned to leave the living room. She entered her bedroom, collecting a set of undergarments, and some clothing. When she returned she set the clothing down on the edge of the couch. I'm not sure if you'll remember any of this when you return to normal, but I'm sure you'll want to be clothed. I'm not sure if these will fit, but it's better than nothing, right? She sure was being awfully accommodating to the young woman. She'd be damned if she knew why. My room is at the end of the hall. I'll leave the door open in case you need me. She gave a small wave before disappearing into her bedroom. She casually stripped down, tossing her clothing into a pile the corner. What a night... She muttered quietly as rubbed her brow. She entered her personal bathroom, starting a warm shower. She climbed under the water, sighing happily as the hot water cascaded over her body. Even as she relaxed in the shower, she couldn't help but be curious about that new wolf. Who was she really? What was she like? How would she take to this new life? She was certainly worried for her. I'm being silly... She said with a small laugh.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Abby groaned in the middle of the night as she slept. She then rolled on her back and the wolf began to howl in pain. She was stumbling around and stood up staggering and stumbling around. Soon she collapsed and the howls turned into a scream of pain. Anigale laid there and sobbed shutting her eyes and trembled. Shivering, she shut her eyes and broke down sobbing naked on the floor of the foreign place. She was covered in sweat and tremblign hard. She remembered the whole horrible event and continued to sob shutting her eyes tightly.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Hearing the howls accompanied by a scream of pain, Sybil burst from her bedroom quickly, wearing only her robe. Seeing the woman's female form on the ground, she moved to her side quickly. She placed a hand on her shoulder, gently. Hey there. It's okay now. You're safe. Her voice was soft and gentle. Don't be afraid. I'm a friend. My name is Sybil and I know exactly what you're going through.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

She broke down sobbing shutting her eyes. She was naked and very defenseless. She shut her eyes and whimpered softly. She couldn't see very well, she would stumble into a few walls if she tried to escape this odd place. Leaning her head against that arm, she broke down sobbing trembling. Never before in her life was she so scared. M-my name is A-A-abigail...but I like Abby. She sobbed and she gripped the floor as if it would swallow her up and just make everyone forget she was there. Shutting her eyes, she swallowed and trembled. Every muscle hurt.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Sybil offered a faint smile as the woman replied. How about we get you cleaned up and comfortable, huh Abby? She slowly moved her arms beneath her neck and legs so as to lift her up in her arms. I'll prepare a warm bath for you. She carried her back to her own bedroom, setting her down on the bed. That should be more comfortable than the floor, I think. She said with a smile. She turned to enter the bathroom, prepping the hot water to begin filling the tub. She fetched some pain killers from her medicine cabinet before returning. Here you go, sweetheart. That should help ease your pain a little.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Leaning into Abby's arms, she curled up. For some reason, she felt so safe and secure in her arms and her voice wrapped around her soul and soothed her. She shut her eyes and then laid on the bed and looked at the wall. Images swirled and blended. She sighed adn then looked up at the figure, without being able to focus in her face. She sighed watching her go away. Reaching out, she took the pills without question and then leaned back and inhaled the scent of Sybil. She rested her cheek against her pillow and shut her eyes. Thnak you. She whispered and reached out and took her hand. her smaller one wrapping around her hand and she smiled softly feeling for the first time in her life like she belonged.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Sybil smiled again as Abby turned took the medication. I'm glad I can help. She could sense a loneliness in the woman's voice. As though she had difficulty truly belonging anywhere. That deep sadness filled Sybil's soul. It was a pain that she was all too familiar with, even more so after her own turning some time ago. She shook her head, freeing herself from dwelling in her thoughts. Let's get you cleaned up. A hot soak will help alleviate your soreness. She continued, speaking in the same gentle tone she'd taken before.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Alright, thank you. She sighed adn then got up and then leaned up. She would have to find her glasses soon, otherwise she was going to be forced to just walk around blind. Standing up, she held out her hands to Sybil. Abby stumbled forward a bit and winced. She then looked at her and canted her head a bit as she began to walk with her and waited for her to lead her to the bathroom and then watched her smiling.
Thread: Running with the Pack (Skeith x Loneiy)

Sybil quickly moved to help support her. I imagine you're quite weak still. She said as she slowly began walking with her to the bathroom. She pushed the door open with her foot, and continued leading her in. Don't worry we're gonna get you all cleaned up and good as new before long. She paused in front of the bath, offering her aid in whatever way to help the woman lay down in the water. I'm sorry that you have to go through this, Abby. She said quietly as she knelled beside the tub. I know what it's like, and I'm afraid there isn't any going back. But you're welcome to stay here for as long as you need.
Thread: MxF Sharingan's Sideshow of amazement: Fanbased, original, and pictures.

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Thread: MxF Sharingan's Sideshow of amazement: Fanbased, original, and pictures.

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Thread: MxF Sharingan's Sideshow of amazement: Fanbased, original, and pictures.

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Thread: Fire and Snowfall (Skyrim RP)

This idea sounds like a lot of fun I have a few character concepts tumbling around in my mind that would work well for it. But, just for clarification, would you like characters posted here or will you be making a separate thread for them?
Thread: Fire and Snowfall (Skyrim RP)

I'll make a thread once we get more people and oh this may help people, whose character hail from Cyrodiil
Thread: Fire and Snowfall (Skyrim RP)

Alrighty, fair enough. Well count me in. I'll likely be playing either a Redguard or an Orc who is a veteran of the Legions. Thinking I'll have him be a scouthunter type with a bit of magical talent
Thread: Fire and Snowfall (Skyrim RP)

Just made the character profiles thread, if you already have your character written out.
Thread: Forced Together {PenguinDesperado + DontBlinkk}

Rather than some manner of cab, it was a sleek black Mercedes-Benz S-Class that pulled up in front of the apartment building not long after the young Korean lady mounted the elevator. Rather than one of the many hundreds of cab drivers through the city, blurring into one another until there was little distinction between the last cab one used and the next, there were two parents, one in a black suit, the other in a white dress that befit the vestiges of summer. And rather than the punky, pierced, and purple nature of Celeste Yount, there was Arthur Greene. It took some few minutes for him to take his leave of the car, instead talking at length with them, assuring his parents that he would be fine off on his own, at college, that yes, he had enough money for food, and no, please, they didn't have to help him bring his bags up to the apartment he'd been slated for during his stay at the local college. But finally, after hugs, goodbyes, and far too many assurances, Arthur stepped out of the car and retrieved his carry-on laptop bag from the back seat, and his rolling luggage from the spacious trunk of the S-Class. He made his way into the apartment building, dragging his luggage along behind him, laptop bag slung haphazardly over his shoulder. Er. Excuse me. I'm innnn... apartment 8, he said, dragging a form out of his laptop bag to hand over to the receptionist at the office. The papers told the whole story. Arthur Greene, seventeen years old, honor graduate, involved with a wide variety of extracurricular activities, and a shoe-in for the scholarship that had netted him his position at the school. His appearance hardly disagreed with the story, bearing a fit 5'10 frame with cropped short black hair, the pale skin of the introvert, and intelligent green eyes behind a pair of glasses. He took a moment to pull off his silver frames, wiping down their rectangular lenses on the hem of his grey and blue argyle sweater vest as the receptionist finished filing the last forms that would finalize his stay here at the apartments. He was told that his roommate had already arrived, and was given the second key, which he palmed and slid down into the pocket of his slacks. Thank you, he said with a smile. He was wondering what his room mate was going to be like. He'd schooled primarily with other boys throughout his life, and had made a good many lasting friends among them. He was hoping that this would be the same. He took to the elevator, and soon arrived on the fourth floor. Taking a moment to unlock his door on this hallway, he pushed open the door, revealing the room beyond. It was a spacious, hardwood living room, presently devoid of others. He guessed his room mate had already left to do something, or was in one of the other rooms. Er. Hello? Arthur called out, dragging his luggage into the living room. He set his things down along the left wall, pulling off his laptop bag and setting it on the low living room table.
Thread: Forced Together {PenguinDesperado + DontBlinkk}

It didn't take long for Celeste to take her bags to her room and begin to unpack. One at a time was the key to her method, starting with her bedding and some small decorations she had brought along, followed closely by the clothes that had been, almost ungracefully forced into the bag. Getting it out of her home was a struggle on its own, which was only made worse when her half-drunken, French-speaking mother found out she was leaving earlier than the school year was starting. Somehow, getting across to her that she had to be there early for registration and general set up of her apartment was an impossible task. It was easier to get her step-mother over, cram all she could into bags and get on the train as quickly as humanly possible. Thankfully, she had her father to buy her a ticket and get her out of the city before all hell began to break loose. New bed linens, new home, new school, new year. Everything was perfect. And then her roommate arrived. The woman turned her head towards her open bedroom door, listening in silence, giving the man a chance to look around the apartment to take in the larger details before she stepped out of the room to expose herself. When she rounded the corner, she came face to face with the exact type she had fought her entire life to avoid and ignore, in her later years. Nerdy, introverted, perfect student.... She was all of those, deep deep down, but not many could get past her pierced, dyed and tattooed exterior of what she had done to her body in the past. She stopped in the doorway, looking over the man who had just entered before raising an eyebrow towards the ceiling. Hello, she responded, keeping her hand on the frame of the door as if she was ready to dart back into the room in a second. Slacks and a sweater vest? He screamed IT tech. Wait... Please tell me you're here to hook up the tv, she requested, letting her now uncovered arm slide down the frame to her side with a loud slap to her thigh. Peaking out from beneath her short sleeved, maroon shirt was a solid layer of tattoos covering her upper arm some sort of design with a large, vibrant butterflies being released from a cage. She doubted it would be something Arthur would really enjoy to find out she had. Hopefully she could overload him and he'd leave, opening up his space for someone she would enjoy to have around more.
Thread: Forced Together {PenguinDesperado + DontBlinkk}

When he heard footsteps as his room mate came around the corner, Arthur stepped forward to say hello with a shake of the hand... until she actually stepped out and Arthur's brain ending up slamming itself into neutral. What? Several thoughts rapidly flitted across his mind. A girl? Here? And the tattoos! He actually looked on in marvel for a moment before he shook himself free. Er... Hi. He stood there, quite plainly awkward, for a couple of moments. Why? Does it need to be? he asked, glancing over the TV, before realizing that that had probably been a rhetorical question. After another long moment of dreadful indecision on his part, he spoke Um, in any case. My name's Arthur. Arthur Greene. I... do have the right room, right? Room eight? Fourth floor? he asked. Of course he did, since the key had worked, but he couldn't help but think there had been some sort of mix-up here. I mean, this isn't... usual is it? I mean, I'm not... against it or anything, but it seems like neither of us were expecting this. But, um. Meanwhile... what's your name? he asked giving her his best attempt at a smile just then. He was clearly out of his depth. He'd never been away from home for any significant length of time. There was a term for that sheltered.
Thread: Forced Together {PenguinDesperado + DontBlinkk}

That was the exact reaction she was hoping to get the shocked, confused look that so many people got when they looked at her. She was Korean, which to many meant she would be a perfect, obedient, raven-haired quiet girl. For most of her life, Celeste had gone against that thought and was quite proud of herself when it came to such an idea. The dark haired man in front of her was exactly what her parents would have wanted, she could tell that already. It was hard for her not to scoff at the man's question but continued to stare him down, expecting him to turn around and leave to ask the front desk about the possible mistake. Instead, he remained where he was and asked for a proper introduction. Celeste stepped forward, her eyes scanning over him as she crossed to the space next to him to pick up the last bag she had brought inside. No, this is the proper apartment, she assured him, sighing loudly to express her displeasure towards the situation she was currently in. Then again, she doubted that Arthur was perfectly alright with it either. It's certainly going to be awkward, she commented, lifting the handle of her bag, letting her dark chocolate eyes land on Arthur's own. Celeste, she informed him. Celeste Yount. And I guess we're stuck together. She turned around, taking her final bag back into her room. I guess whoever was in charge of this mess didn't think we'd mind, she called back out tot he living room before returning to the public space. So we'll have to lay down some ground rules, hm?
Thread: Forced Together {PenguinDesperado + DontBlinkk}

Arthur was quite sure he'd never seen anyone like Celeste before. Well, that wasn't entirely true he'd seen it online, or in films... but he'd never really come across someone like her personally. It wasn't even that she was a Korean girl, but rather the punk look in general. The piercings, the tattoos, the dye. It wasn't... bad, necessarily. Just different. He would have been entirely out of his depth with anyone as his room mate, but perhaps not so dreadfully obvious as it was then. When she leveled her chocolatey eyes on his own greens, he felt curiously a little embarrassed. Like she was sizing him up. Er. Arthur Greene, he said, repeating himself, before watching her disappear back around the corner to her own room. It would seem so, he said, picking up his bags from the table. He could see which room she had chosen, and he made his way to the one that was left empty to receive him. It was almost dismally blank, a situation he was going to have to rectify. Maybe they ran out of rooms and couldn't shuffle anyone around? Arthur asked. He couldn't speculate as to another reason. He'd never heard of allowing men and woman to room together in college, at least in official dormitories. He honestly couldn't guess as to the reason, though he was just happy enough to have a room with someone who didn't seem like they were... aggressive and mean. She seemed displeased, but not exactly a jerk. Ground rules? he asked, returning to the living room to talk to her face to face, rather than through the relatively thin wall that separated their rooms.
Thread: Forced Together {PenguinDesperado + DontBlinkk}

Well, this year was going to be much longer than Celeste thought it would be. Ground rules, she repeated, staring him down. I'm in journalism and media. That means I'll be needing at least eight hours of television to complete my assignments. That's what university takes, right? She leaned against her door frame, doing everything she could to study and judge Arthur from her spot in the room. Eight hours of homework on top of work in class. But anyway, radio, internet, television, I need it all. So we'll have to work out some sort of schedule for shows. Hopefully there was something the two could watch together and agree on, or this year would be almost unbearable. Celeste was beginning to pray to a god that she never thought she would need to plead to. Then again, Arthur wasn't nearly the worst person she could have been paired with. He was at least some what normal, or appeared to be, despite his introverted personality. Celeste could deal with that one of her best friends back in her home city was as introverted as they get despite the terrain they were living in. With a wave of her hand, she continued on. What are you going for? Anything special I need to know about your classes? There was plenty more for them to work out, but their programs was a good place to start talking and getting a good idea about what sort of person the other roommate was. Journalism typically meant outspoken, energetic, curious and more importantly, creative. Although she had to sit in front of the television for a bit of time, her mind could still work and churn out ideas at full speed, if not better than if she had to stare at a wall. If someone was to look at her, there was a good chance they would think she was becoming some sort of art student. Journalism may have been the last thing. After all, if she wasn't Asian, she looked like a delinquent more than the scholarship student she really was. I guess, more importantly, is there anything you need in the apartment? Allergic to anything or major pet peeve?