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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 15:51:30 GMT -5
Paul was furious! No, furious was an understatement. He was ready to kill someone . . . and not just anyway, he was going to kill the wolf who imprinted on his daughter. This was the exact reason he wanted her to be far away from all the wolfness in Washington. Not only had a wolf imprinted on her, he had concluded it was someone from the Makah reservation. Those idiots! And so, in a fit of anger he went to his trusted friend . . . the only one in the Makah pack that he could talk to . . . the alpha. He was going to need his help in finding the moron who had dared imprint on his daughter. Dyami would know. And Paul was too angry to care that he was going to ask someone for help.
He quickly parked his motorcyle and practically threw it down before barging into the shop. He stormed to where Dyami was, his face and voice filled with anger. "I need to talk to you!" He said in a loud, infuritated voice. He really was ready to kill someone, and Dyami had better help him find out who that someone was.
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Post by dyami on Sept 13, 2009 23:16:56 GMT -5
What was a jump drive? And why did they cost eighty five dollars? Something someone (Mikki?) ordered had come with a free jump drive and it came in today. Valued at eighty five dollars. It had no buttons, no anything. Just a keychain. An eighty five dollar keychain?
Dyami heard a motorcycle coming up in a hurry, and paused for a moment, before tossing the jumpless drivless keychain into the trash and get up to walk to the main room. When Paul came in ranting Dyami stayed calm and still just watching. "Hello Paul, how is your family?" He asked being respectful as always. This was different however, now he wanted to make a good impression on Paul, so when he married his daughter things would be nice.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 13, 2009 23:22:44 GMT -5
Dyami's calm response only made Paul more angry. Well, not angry at Dyami . . . no no no. He was angry with that damn wolf who was paying too much attention to his daughter. "My family? My family?! Well I'll tell you how my family is!" Paul slammed his fist on the table. Had he still been phasing, and had freakishly strong strength . . . he would have broken the table in pieces. But now, all he could do was use all the human strength he had. He was pacing back and forth, trying to control his tremendous anger.
"I need to talk to someone in your pack! How many wolves you got in there? I swear, I'll go through them one by one if that's what it takes to find the son of a bitch." Paul was going to KILL him! He was too irrational to think of the impossibility of that. He took out his gun and held it up, as if to show Dyami his weapon. "This may not kill him but it'll hurt like hell and I ain't gonna stop shooting!"
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Post by dyami on Sept 13, 2009 23:32:18 GMT -5
Paul knew.
Just not allot. Dyami watched him rant and rave only moving his eyes to watch him. He didn't back away or flinch when Paul pulled out the gun. He just watched him closely, and thought over how best to handle this. Hopefully with out getting shot, or shot at. Dyami wasn't going to talk numbers with Paul, or reveal to much about his pack for simple old fashioned military type reasons. Protect your own. "Shooting anyone with a state issued gun, would make you do paper work." Dyami warned, in a monotone type voice he had at times, deep and almost bored. It rarly used it with Paul, but it was his 'business' tone. His Alpha tone.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 15, 2009 14:19:45 GMT -5
"Paper work?! SCREW PAPERWORK!" Paul's voice was getting louder and angrier. "I am gonna KILL this guy!" Paul didn't know how, but he was going to find a way; it didn't matter what it took. "Damn paper, screw the paperwork. Some jackass is gonna pay!" He continued to pace, letting out frustrated sighs. "I need your help . . . I need to find the idiot. I know he's in your pack. And I know you gotta know which one it is!" Pack, brothers, screw all of that! None of that mattered when it came to killing the wolf who imprinted on his daughter. "I'm gonna KILL him!" Paul reiterated.
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Post by dyami on Sept 16, 2009 0:01:30 GMT -5
Mikka got her dramatic flair from her father.
"Paul, why don't you start by telling my why your here." Maybe that was a bad idea. "Besides to get your self arrested for murder." Dyami knew but if he admitted it while Paul had the gun in his hand, then there would be trouble. "Come up to my rooms, and we can talk this out." Dyami who had bee alpha longer then Paul had been alive did not want to see if his order would be questioned, just walked on up the steps, and into his house above the shop and scanned quickly for any signs Mikka had been there. No since in letting Paul find out that way.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 16, 2009 15:16:01 GMT -5
"Murder? Oh its going to be pure torture . . . I ain't gonna let him off the hook so easily. It'll be a slow and painful death." Paul's mind was not quite working, as he saw no impossibility in killing a wolf. Paul didn't want to go upstairs, but he needed information from Dyami and was not about to let it go so easily . . . so he followed him, storming up each step. "I don't need to talk!" He yelled. "I need to find the son of a bitch who imprinted on my daughter!" And now that that was out in the open, he expected Dyami to understand. Dyami had known Paul when Ray was pregnant, and throughout Mikka's childhood . . . so he fully expected Dyami to understand why he was so upset; because he assumed that Dyami knew how protective he was of his daughter, especially in this kind of situation.
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Post by dyami on Sept 17, 2009 21:15:47 GMT -5
"I would think after you experienced imprinting your self, you would want this for your daughter. You know that whom ever has fallen for her will care for her for life, treat her in the highest and love her like no other would." Another thought occurred to Dyami then, one he wondered about. "Perhaps it is easier for me to understand, because while I have known you for many many years, and known of her, I never meet her until she came here looking for her car." Which was odd being Paul and Dyami were friends.
If Paul had brought his daughter to see Dyami then he could have had so many more years with Mikka, so many more laughs and maybe could have even keep her away from them shoes. Dyami wondered why Paul let Mikka wear the stripper shoes.
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Post by Paul Lahote on Sept 18, 2009 8:55:00 GMT -5
Paul just stared blankly at Dyami. He was too irrational to recognize how amazing he had felt when he imprinted. "Screw that!" He yelled, still far too upset to let this wolf cal him down. "Okay, so which of your pack has been around her recently? She works here, fine. Which one was it? I swear, I'll kill him myself. I don't care about how he feels about her. She's my baby girl! This is exactly why I told Rachael that Mikka should have gone away for university, so she was far, far away from all this wolf stuff! I didn't want this for her!" His voice was more angry than it was concerned right now, though he was practically worried to death. "Like you said, we've been friends for years, so you're find this guy for me, right?"
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Post by dyami on Sept 23, 2009 1:23:20 GMT -5
"Paul, I can not repeat my self a million times while you rant." Dyami said, "When your calm, and the gun is away, we will talk." Dyami mostly just wanted the gun away--far away--before he asked Paul for permission to marry Mikka. Dyami knew very well who imprinted on Mikka, as a pack, everyone knew. Dyami wondered how Paul found out about the imprinting. He doubted Mikka would just blurt it out but one never knew.
"Sit down." Dyami pulled a chair out from the table but seemed to know better then to push the issue as she just sat down in another chair, and then looked up to watch Paul, as if he was seated and ready to wait out Paul's little temp rant.
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