Post by jordan on Oct 14, 2009 21:59:02 GMT -5
This thread rated possibly M for mature for the potential of violence. I made the thread open if any pack members want to join, but I would need Davis to join.
Jordan wandered the library looking for a good book. Her hands idly drifting over the boos, some so blackened you couldn't read the words on their binds. She stepped over a small pile of wet damaged books more curious on how anyone could burn books and destroy a library than anything else when she accidentally knocked over a shelf of books. They clattered to the floor causing Jordan to jump and having grown up in the human world in a library making her shush them to be quiet. Hastily picking them up her eyes grazed over a passage. Intrigued she put the other books on the shelf with her eyes glued to the page and walked over the lone table that was only missing half an ince on one of its legs.
He was strong. HIs muscles rippled beneath his skin with every movement he made. His dull, dead, eyes scanned the horizon looking for his enemy. Suddenly there was a growl and Commander Davis turned his head towards the sounds. A small flicker in his eyes, perhaps fright more than likely joy at the sound. That night the commander killed 3 werewolves before destorying a den. It was one of his lighter nights. The Commander was known to torture, maim, and -
Jordan slammed the book close deciding to read the story from the beginning. She thought it was one of the human fantasy stories. It sure read like one and she wondered who the heroine was or the damsel in distress. The cover of the book was torn off, but the first page was there: The Life of the Greatest Commander by Shawn G. Abbott. Jordan turned the next page, a dedication, and the next before finally getting to read about the commander who was the humans saviors against the 'evil,' 'dark,' races. The book was interesting written as sort of a historic fantasy tale. She was partway through when she turned the page and came face to face with a faded picture of her Alpha.
"Wha-?"
Jordan read the captioned and felt her whole world drop. Not once did she read the name and put two and two together. This was supposed to be some silly human story to cope with the reality that werewolves lived amongst them. Jordan slowly realized she was reading a story based on fact about the history to the man she pledged to follow. Man and according to this book not even born, but created in a lab then trained. A man who killed hundreds upon hundreds of lycans of werewolves.
Jordan closed the book and sat there as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her parents served and loved Strike, her ... their Alpha. They died for him and she was expected to join the pack and serve him too. What did she do? She spat on her parents memory by turning her back on Strike joining with a wolf, Jordan giggled hysterically at that thought. Wolf. By joining with a man she didn't know who turned out to be a serial killer to their kind.
She slowly made her way back to the den oblivious to everything. She walked into a hall where her Alpha just happened to be. Jordan couldn't tell you if there were other people in the hall when she walked up to Davis. She saw why her parents loved Strike instantly as she stared into Davis' cold dead eyes. This man killed, and to her, felt nothing. He could would probably slam her into the floor and step on her neck squeezing the life out of her and not lose any sleep. She was of his pack. She would die for this man gladly and he truly didn't care one bit about her. Didn't give a rat's ass. By the gods what has she done?!
Jordan didn't want to be considered weak, but she coudln't stop the body wracking sobs or the huge tears spilling down her face. She held the book out like an offering her eyes wide and too trusting. Everyone else she'll be coy and jaded, but not to this man; never to this man. Her Alpha, her reason for living (to protect him in this war) when she would have given up after her parents death. She searched him with her eyes pleading and begging tha this book was a lie as she tried to form words. Hell, she would have even taken a lie. She cannot have her world crumble again. She barely made it through the first time she could not have it happen a second time.
"Please," Jordan sniffer. Her voice quivering and small as she tried to finish her thought. "Tell me the humans lied. This ...this ... isn't you!"
Jordan wandered the library looking for a good book. Her hands idly drifting over the boos, some so blackened you couldn't read the words on their binds. She stepped over a small pile of wet damaged books more curious on how anyone could burn books and destroy a library than anything else when she accidentally knocked over a shelf of books. They clattered to the floor causing Jordan to jump and having grown up in the human world in a library making her shush them to be quiet. Hastily picking them up her eyes grazed over a passage. Intrigued she put the other books on the shelf with her eyes glued to the page and walked over the lone table that was only missing half an ince on one of its legs.
He was strong. HIs muscles rippled beneath his skin with every movement he made. His dull, dead, eyes scanned the horizon looking for his enemy. Suddenly there was a growl and Commander Davis turned his head towards the sounds. A small flicker in his eyes, perhaps fright more than likely joy at the sound. That night the commander killed 3 werewolves before destorying a den. It was one of his lighter nights. The Commander was known to torture, maim, and -
Jordan slammed the book close deciding to read the story from the beginning. She thought it was one of the human fantasy stories. It sure read like one and she wondered who the heroine was or the damsel in distress. The cover of the book was torn off, but the first page was there: The Life of the Greatest Commander by Shawn G. Abbott. Jordan turned the next page, a dedication, and the next before finally getting to read about the commander who was the humans saviors against the 'evil,' 'dark,' races. The book was interesting written as sort of a historic fantasy tale. She was partway through when she turned the page and came face to face with a faded picture of her Alpha.
"Wha-?"
Jordan read the captioned and felt her whole world drop. Not once did she read the name and put two and two together. This was supposed to be some silly human story to cope with the reality that werewolves lived amongst them. Jordan slowly realized she was reading a story based on fact about the history to the man she pledged to follow. Man and according to this book not even born, but created in a lab then trained. A man who killed hundreds upon hundreds of lycans of werewolves.
Jordan closed the book and sat there as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her parents served and loved Strike, her ... their Alpha. They died for him and she was expected to join the pack and serve him too. What did she do? She spat on her parents memory by turning her back on Strike joining with a wolf, Jordan giggled hysterically at that thought. Wolf. By joining with a man she didn't know who turned out to be a serial killer to their kind.
She slowly made her way back to the den oblivious to everything. She walked into a hall where her Alpha just happened to be. Jordan couldn't tell you if there were other people in the hall when she walked up to Davis. She saw why her parents loved Strike instantly as she stared into Davis' cold dead eyes. This man killed, and to her, felt nothing. He could would probably slam her into the floor and step on her neck squeezing the life out of her and not lose any sleep. She was of his pack. She would die for this man gladly and he truly didn't care one bit about her. Didn't give a rat's ass. By the gods what has she done?!
Jordan didn't want to be considered weak, but she coudln't stop the body wracking sobs or the huge tears spilling down her face. She held the book out like an offering her eyes wide and too trusting. Everyone else she'll be coy and jaded, but not to this man; never to this man. Her Alpha, her reason for living (to protect him in this war) when she would have given up after her parents death. She searched him with her eyes pleading and begging tha this book was a lie as she tried to form words. Hell, she would have even taken a lie. She cannot have her world crumble again. She barely made it through the first time she could not have it happen a second time.
"Please," Jordan sniffer. Her voice quivering and small as she tried to finish her thought. "Tell me the humans lied. This ...this ... isn't you!"