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Post by FARKAS on Nov 19, 2011 8:38:31 GMT -5
It was late evening and Farkas was wandering the forest by himself. He ignored all the "beware" signs, he still has yet to meet any human or supernatural who would best him in a fight. He wore a gray loose fitting v-neck shirt that he had bunched up at his elbows, his jeans were very worn looking and were starting to fray at the bottom where they dragged slightly on the ground as he walked. Shoving his hands in his pockets Farkas tilted his face into the sky and inhaled a huge lung full of the fresh evening air. Being alone suited Farkas just fine, but recently he began to hang around a young jumper drifter named Joanna Ward.
She was tough and had alot of spunk. Thinking about her made his lips twitch in to a small smile. Rubbing his unshaven jaw he tried to think about something else. His body was.... starting to react to thinking about her, he can't have that, not alone in the forest. Adjusting his belt and his pants he started again on his wandering walk through the thick dense trees. The forest calmed him, lately he'd been having nightmares about that night to what seemed oh so long ago. It haunted him. |
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Post by JOANNA WARD on Nov 21, 2011 0:22:44 GMT -5
She had been here before, which was why she was able to teleport there with such ease. Landing on her feet she caught herself from falling over, bracing herself against a tree trunk. He'd better be here, or she'd kill him. "Brandon!" she shouted into the forest's wilderness. She overstepped the tree's roots, her black boots now caked in fresh mud, she'd kill him!.
"Brandon, it's me Joanna!" she yelled again, she was the only one that used his real name, atleast the only person she knew about to use it, her brown eyes searching the dense foliage, whenever she wanted to find Brandon he could usually be found here. She wanted to ask if he wanted to go out for dinner, she had just finished a running job, and was starving. She had tried to call his cellphone, but no answer, most likely no service out here. So next best thing for Joanna to do was teleport till she found him.
Walking along the forest floor she mumbled "he's so dead, and owes me new boots, the ass" she grumbled, ugh werewolves. |
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Post by FARKAS on Nov 22, 2011 20:21:14 GMT -5
Hearing Joanna's boot crush some fallen tree branches his ears picked her up before she started calling to him from the trees. Turning towards er voice he smiled to himself. 'Joanna' his mind began to wander on things about her things that he wanted to do. Shaking his head trying to keep the thoughts at bay. It was starting to get out of control just being around her was testing his control of his animal instincts.
Rounding a few trees he found his way to Joanna. He just Followed his noes. her scent was distracting and called to his beast. She smelled of Jasmine and Frankincense. It was a beautiful smell and it calmed him in ways nothing else did. running his hand through his hair he smiled and looked to her. "Hey, Joanna" He said his voice low and almost gravely.
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Post by JOANNA WARD on Dec 6, 2011 18:08:04 GMT -5
When Joanna saw Farkas come out from the trees it took all of her strength not to slap him, he had caused her to wreck her good boots!. "Hey you ass" she returned. Her brown eyes slightly angry as she looked him over. Her features softened as she spoke "you owe me new boots" she pointed down to her boots, now caked in fresh mud.
Folding hr arms across her chest she looked up around the forest, it was humid, not cold when she was in Falcon Creek "did you want to go out for dinner?, I can get us out of her if you wanted to" she stated hoping he'd say yes. Her and Farkas were drifters by nature, so sitting somewhere to eat was a treat. |
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Post by FARKAS on Dec 14, 2011 21:53:17 GMT -5
His pulse quickened when she asked him out to dinner. "did she really just ask me out?' he thought to himself raking his hand through his hair. He had just changed, and as a general rule Farkas really didn't want to eat anyone her knew. you know bad rap, and all. Eating people complicated things and Farkas was a simple person.
"Yeah, sure" he said letting his gaze meet hers. she was so pretty in the light of the forest. did he really just think that? oh man Farkas was beginning to get soft. Shaking his head slightly his hair fell in front of his eyes. raking his hand through it again, as he seemed to do often. it didn't the trick and most of his hair flopped back into place. "Yeah, I'm starving. Where did you have in mins?" he asked rolling up the sleeves of his v-neck sweater. Farkas usually took his close off just before he changed so they wouldn't get ruined when he did change. he just places them in a near by bush until he changes back. That way he doesn't really need to buy new clothes every time he changes.
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