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Post by noelle on Nov 28, 2009 12:30:14 GMT -5
The sun was blazing above her. Deep in the woods, trees surrounded her. She felt like a pair of angelic arms wrapped her in a blanket of warmth. No one was around to bother her. Noelle looked over her shoulder and saw a few rabbits hop by. A flash back came to her. Noelle saw him. She wanted to see his bright warm smile once more.Romania was were they had met. Noelle remembered when Roberto welcomed her into the chocolate shop for some hot chocoa.
The trees started to mover furiously. She poked her head up and felt a pair of eyes following her. She stood in the middle of the woods waiting. She was standing, there as she stared up at the moon. "Thank god it's not a full moon tonight,"Noelle said to herself. Making sure no one was around, she plopped down on the grass, and sang a little song to herself. The woods became darker.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Nov 29, 2009 10:55:58 GMT -5
Paul had just phased back to his human self. He was tired, hungry, and therefore cranky. All he wanted was to go home . . . well, Emily's home, eat something and then crash in his bed, or couch . . . whatever he made it to first. He was putting on his jeans, yawning in the process. He still hasn't gotten used to the whole patrolling all night deal . . . then again, neither of them have. He knew he had no choice but there were some days where he wished he could just go into hibernation and not wake up for weeks. Sadly, that day would never come (as far as he knew).
He began to make his way through the woods, taking the shortest route to get to Emily's. And that was when his plans suddenly changed. His nose caught scent of something. It wasn't anything he had smelled before . . . it was different, and yet familiar at the same time. It wasn't another wolf . . . well, it certainly wasn't another La Push wolf. Paul's curiousity was great, though he would have still chosen food and sleep over discovering the source of this bizarre scent. It was his loyalty to protect La Push that made him follow his nose. And follow his nose he did. He went deep into the woods, contemplating whether he should phase or not. He was too lazy to at the moment . . . but he would be ready if the stranger posed any threat.
When he finally tracked it down, more questions were raised in his mind and the bizarre situation, just became more weird. It was a young woman. A young, white, blond haired woman. How could she smell so . . . . strange. What was she? Paul was determined to find out. "Who are you?" He asked bluntly, not bothering to waste any time as he wanted to get straight to the point as quickly as possible. Paul was not known for being polite or respectful, not at all.
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Post by noelle on Nov 30, 2009 15:52:20 GMT -5
Falling into a short ,yet, peaceful daze. Noelle felt a male presence in the distance. Lifting her nose in the air, she felt the scent of this male was different. Noelle suddenly told herself, "It's no one," sha said as she crashed back to the ground. The pain came back to her. He entered her mind again, nothing had changed. Eventually, Noelle heard someone behind. She jumped up, and, noticed it was a young man. He looked to be native american, and he seemed angry.
She noticed the way he stood there and demaned , she tell him who she was. She had listened to what he had said,"Who are you?" Noelle slowly turned around and tilted her head to the side and anawered clamly, "I'm Noelle Gaffney,"she continued as she tossed her hair,"I'm sorry I did not know this was your land." Noelle could not imagine, if this was private land she was trespassing on. She slowly turned around and said,"I will leave if this is your land,"she said.
Noelle awaited the strangers answer. The clouds started to form into an unusal shape. The birds nestled into a deep slumber.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Dec 2, 2009 17:11:10 GMT -5
Paul wasn't used to people being so . . . agreeable. Unfortunately, this did not make him act any nice or politer. It gave him a sense of authority . . . more of one than he had before. He looked at her skeptically, slightly raising an eyebrow as he folded his arms across his bare chest. He didn't bother returning the introduction. "What are you doing here?" He asked, or well, demanded. "It is my land, but I wanna know why you're here of all places." He could not ignore the smell from her. It was bizarre and the fact that he could recognize or place it, was frustrating him. Paul getting frustrated or angry certainly wasn't a good thing, so he knew he had to figure it out . . . and soon, before he lost control of himself which so often happened.
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