From the pains of the Past (OPEN)

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Valerie sat on a rotting log. Her mind blank, which was a good thing for now. Next to her lay her bag. Glancing down at it she sighed. Should I? she questioned herself catiously. It might be risky, out here in the open. She replyed to the voice in her head. Giggeling suddenly she looked down into her lap, there sat Roger, her Juju. She smiled. "Roger, your such a good friend!" She wispered out loud. Why of course I am Valerie, I will always be here for you!" Her imaginary monkey answered softly. Valerie nodded quickly, thinking he would change his mind in a matter of seconds. Roger nodded. Valeries head shot up as a bird chirped next to her. It's soft blue color filling her mind. Being distracted she didn't hear Roger's reply to her. Feeling the primate hands of her friend poking her she cringed. "NO! PLEASE NOT AGAIN!" She yelled, her voice echoing in the forest. In front of her with Roger in his hands was the shaddow of The Keeper, unseen by anyone watching. Deathly she shot at the man. Valerie Screamed curses and profanities until finally she had Roger back safe in her hands. Looking at her friend she noticed the blood covering her hand, she jumped up and started running for help.

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Newt jogged through the forest on his usual daily work outs. It seemed like running was the only thing that could ease his mind of everything happening to him. He didn't much enjoy being a werewolf and no matter how much he wanted to blame Lily for making him into what he is...it wasn't her fault. It was the sliver chain around his neck that caused the problem. On top of that was Bailey and he didn't even want to begin thinking about her. Such odd emotions bounced off of him at the thought of her...Mostly good..in a way. His parents bothering him everyday on his so called 'fever' was started to annoy him as well. He didn't plan on telling them he was a werewolf but his new body temperature was making it hard to keep secret. "NO! PLEASE NOT AGAIN!" His head shoot up and he stopped running. Not long after the yell he heard curses flying left and right. "What the ..." He asked when a girl come into view, running. She looked scared out of her mind not to mention a little confused. He didn't really want to deal with anything unless it's serious so he would make sure this girl would be safe. If it's nothing to worry about he would end up walking off but for now...He called out to her, "YO," He began. "What's wrong?"

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Valerie looked up from the path she was trying not to trip over. She came to a complete stop in front of a strange guy. She backed off a pace. "I-it-its Roger!" She shouted, exousted and gasping for breath. "He, th-the Keeper, got ta-to him!" She sobbed, her tears flowing slowly. Her heart was in two. Her love for her one and only true friend was stronger than anything, but so was her motive not to show emotion. She slowed down, taking deep, shakey breaths, trying to calm herself. When he hands seemed steady enough she looked up through red and puffy eyes. "You have to help..." She wispered, bringing her hands to her face as if a kiss would bring Roger back to full life, like in a fairytale. With her hands coped she stared blankly at them, at Roger. "Please, I can't let him die." She breathed, watching as the life of her beloved Juju sliped away. Valerie looked up at Newt. Her deep ice blue eyes pleading. Her sholders were hunched, ready as another swell of sobbs came to her lips as slowly and helplessly she watched as the monkey in her heands died. The tears from her eyes hit the spot where she could see Roger laying there, on te brink of death.

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"He, th-the Keeper, got ta-to him!" Newts eyebrow raised. Whatever is going on sounds pretty serious. He defense kicked in. "You have to help..." The girls tears were streaming down her face. It looked as if she were having a panic attack and he knew himself he isn't good around people who have them. "Please, I can't let him die." He wanted to help her though. "Where and what exactly is Roger. And what is this... Keeper you're talking about? I don't understand." He muttered to her. Then he noticed she acted as if she where holding something. She brought it up to her face then she watched her hands. Now he was really confused. "Please don't tell me I've run into an insane asylum escapee." He pleaded in his mind. "Okay one, there's nothing in your hands." He began to back away from her... He suddenly didn't want anything to do with this girl. "And two, I'm going to go now." Newt turned and started to walk away. This girl obviously had issues going on and he wasn't the type of person that would help with these issues...whatever they are. To Newt, if you're crying over nothing then why should he help? It seems that that fits with this girl over her invisible hurt friend.

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Valerie looked up at Newt in disbelief. Her eyes were puffed up and sore from all the sudden tears that had glowed from them. "Bu-but... PLEASE!" She shouted hopelessly, her words bouceing off the trees as she yelled to him. His words bit into her like a steal knife in her bag. "There isn't anything in your hands." His words mocking her, echoing inside head and in her eyes. She looked down at her hands, Roger's almost lifeless body just laying there. This was the worst, her best friend dieing and some stupid crak pot dufus saying that he didn't even exist. Rage griped her. She lost her ability to think. She dropped her hands to her side, Roger sliped into her pocket. Slowly she began to mutate, her bones popping, her nails growing longer. "Roger is my BEST FRIEND!" She shouted, her body becomming mulated. Her fur was jet black and her eyes were a dark and angry Blue. She snapped her jaws, anger was in every possibly hiding place in her body. She took a step towards the retreating Newt. Her sllender black body mencing and unforgivable. She growled, low and deep.

[MARK HARRIS]

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Mark sighed as he rolled his neck around. His hands were stuffed into the pockets of his coat. The weather was starting to get colder, Mark was planning on taking advantage of the cool weather for work. Iced roads meant more wrecks for him to fix up. But for now the ice wasn’t around just yet and he had no cars in the shop. He had the time to take a relaxing walk through the forest. Or so he had been hoping for a relaxing walk in the forest. As he neared the meadow he could hear shouting. The female’s voice and scent he recognized instantly. The other voice was male and the scent was clearing a new werewolf. He briefly wondered if Jeremiah knew of him before he made a mad dash towards the clearing.

He felt the power ripple though the clearing as Val changed. Strong emotions still got to her. Snarling he quickly tore off his jacket and shirt as he ran. He jumped through the trees as he changed into his white wolf form. He landed carefully between the two. His eyes met Val’s and held her gaze. ‘Valerie!’ He shouted at her in her head. He let a gentle snarl escape his muzzle as he watched her. ‘Calm down.’ He warned her, his eyes flashing. He or one of the other experienced pack members was going to have to spend some time with her, helping her to control her emotions. Having overheard some of the conversation on his way to them he spoke softly to her. ‘Roger is fine. Trust me…Look at him.’

The situation could have been a whole lot worse if the boy behind him had been a human. Thinking on the boy, he turned ice blue eyes watching the boy, he kept his senses on Valerie to make sure she remained where she was and did not attack the boy. Not that it would matter that much, he was already a werewolf. Mark let his body shift slightly to that of a half man half wolf form. He looked to the boy before speaking. “What’s your name boy?”

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"Roger is my BEST FRIEND!" Newts eyes widened at the girl as she went wolf on him. This was the second time! Only the first time it cause him to turn into one himself. Now what? Get eaten?! Needless to say, Newt was not happy. In fact, he was extremely angry at this point. He didn't even back away because he's to mad to move. He felt anger coursing through his veins eager to turn into his wolf. A white wolf appeared between them and that's when he took a step back. "What’s your name boy?” The half man half wolf said. "Gross." He thought looking at the male with a blank face.

"First of all, that's none of you business. Second of all..." He paused feeling his heart rate jump, scatter, and pound in his chest. "FIRST WOLF I MET TURNED ME INTO ONE OF YOU! THEN ANOTHER GOES PSYCHO." He growled angrily. "Now you guys are teaming up? What the shit man?! I've done nothing to deserve any of this!" Newt turned around again and began storming off before he would change...one more accident for either of those two wolves could have him turn now though. He didn't like the idea of them ganging up on him and in his mind that's what was going on. If the wolf man thing wanted to be with the crazy girl so be it, but he sure isn't going sticking around.

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Upon seeing Mark, Valerie calmed just a bit. Letting his authority take over her. She licked her muzzle once then twice then stepped back a pace. She padded over to her shredded clothes, digging to find Roger. She found him under a piece of torn pants and smiled. He was curled into a tight ball the size of a rolley polley, but he looked fine. "Welcome back Buddy." She whispered out loud. She grinned widely as she saw him twitch his head around to see her, a smile on his face.
You did it, Val, you saved me! The Juju yipped happily as he crawled over to her shoulder. Valerie snapped her attention back to Mark and Newt. Shrugging she could care less what happened to the stupid wolf. She looked up at Roger who was now poseing on top of her head and gave a snorting laugh. Suddenly tired she sat down on her hunches. The weight being lifted off her feet was relieving ans she was thankful that Roger was ok. Sighing she stared at Newt. Shifting her gaze to Mark she woundered what he would do.

[MARK HARRIS]

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Sensing Val calm down Mark returned his full attention to the boy. He could hear the young man’s heart beat faster ash he began to shout. Mark noted what he said about the first wolf he met having turned him and made a note of it in his brain. He would seriously have to talk to Jeremiah about what was going on. So many new wolves had suddenly shown up in the small town. Too many of them were new to the life and he did not like it one bit. Shaking himself back to his full wolf form he jumped towards the boy and stood in his path. ‘How long has it been since you were turned?’

[/color] He spoke into the young man’s head.

The ice blue eyes of the pure white wolf watched him carefully. They studied him and the wolf’s nose flared as he took in the boys scent. He had the lingering scent of two other werewolves on him. One of those had to be the one who had turned him and the other he had no idea who she could be. The wolf huffed out a sigh. What was he going to do with these two? Part of him wanted to push the young man into his wolf, to get a better feel for him and to see how he would react. Another part of him wondered if the young man was going to join the pack. A werewolf as new as him was a dangerous thing to have running around town without someone to look after him.
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Newt stopped walking when the wolf blocked his way. "Got to be kidding me..." He said lowly folding his arms across his stomach area. ‘How long has it been since you were turned?’ Whoa whoa...Was he seriously speaking to him in thoughts? "Get out of my head." He told him, glaring at his straight in the eyes. Newt wasn't going to back down...He was leaving and that was final! Authority or not he doesn't care...his school records show that much. He's never experienced this thought talking think that Lily explained to him either.. "Again, that's none of your business! I don't know you. I don't want to know you. Now get out of my way so I can go home!" He kept his glare and didn't once take his eyes away. He wasn't going to fight him...just letting him now he's serious on leaving and he didn't like the fact he was being nosey...Did he want his life story?

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Valerie snarled. She didn't like the guy to begin with, now hes basically threatening Mark. Not a good idea. She stepped up so she was right beside Mark, her black fur bristled all around. Seeingly twice her normal size she felt the soft ground below her, frozen from the winter snow. "Your not very nice are you?" She whispered into Newts head. Her voice lowered into a deep growl. She dug her claws into the snow packed ice dirt. Around her she could hear all the sounds of nature. The birds chirping, the river flowing, and the sounds of battle. Valerie froze still as the flashbacks came. Once again she was standing over her father. His body torn to shreds. Her mother was wimpering in the background, over in a cornor huddled up with her brother in her lap. She had slowly stepped over to her mother, cowering in fear of what she had done. He bright blue dress, stained red with the life force of her murdered father. Valerie had to stop thinking like this, had to stop reliving that day. Shaking her head she tried to rid herself of the images and sounds. She backed away from Newt and Mark pawing at her head as though she could tear the memories out. She wimpered in pain. Not physical, but still a searing pain that was tearing though her body just as the blade in her bag would. She could hear Roger pleading with her, pleading with her to stay with him, to get well in the mind again.

[LISA FAIRHEART]

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The afternoon had been dragging on at her apartment. She missed Jeremiah and was having trouble staying focused on the book she was reading. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the other night when they had gone out to dinner. He had mention that he was the head of a pack around here and she was longing to meet the others. Sighing at the book she set it on the coffee table and went to her room. Digging in her closest she pulled out the old tee shirt and torn jeans she wore on the full moon. Changing into them she pulled her hair back and grabbed her keys as she left the apartment. She set off for the woods that lay on the outskirts of the city. Jeremiah had told her that the woods were what lay between the city and a small town where more of the pack lived.

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Lisa had discarded her clothes and keys in the hole of a nearby tree before she steadied her mind and let the change overcome her. It still hurt a bit but not as much as it used to. Once she had transformed she shook her fur out and made a dash into the woods. Running through woods she breathed a sigh of relief as the cool air whipped around her and helped to clear her head. Suddenly her nose picked something up. She changed directions and slowed down as she came to a meadow. There were three other werewolves here. Blinking she observed the situation quickly. Seeing the white wolf confronting the boy she thought him to be Mark, one of the pack members Jeremiah had mentioned to her. Her eyes then fell to young black wolf who was pushed away. She stepped carefully into the clearing, nodding her head slightly at the white wolf before nuzzling the black wolf gently. ‘Little one…’ She spoke softly into the black wolf’s mind. ‘Little one what is wrong?’ She licked the wolfs cheek gently, trying to comfort her.

[MARK HARRIS]

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The wolf sat back and gave what looked like a very messed up smile to the boy. ‘You may not know me now boy. But you will get to know me or you will get hurt.’ Mark spoke into the boys head with an odd chuckle. His attention shifted to Val slightly as she stepped up next to him. She was bristling with anger and that worried him slightly. Being along in the forest with two new wolves, one of which was already changed and the other he could feel on the verge of it. He huffed and brushed up against Val and nudged her away from the boy some. He saw her claws dig into the hard pack soil and her face twist slightly as she lapsed into memories. He didn’t have time to deal with her at the moment.

Mark’s ears twitched as he heard a soft padding on the ground to his left. He flicked his eyes in that direction for a moment. Seeing a large gray female wolf step out, he narrowed his eyes. Now who had joined them? The new wolf bowed her head slightly to him before moving over to the young black wolf. Sensing pack trust from her, Mark turned his attention to Newt again. His attention had only been off the boy for a few moments. ‘Now boy….tell me your name. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt now…’

[DAHLIA KINGSTON]

There was no denying that Lily was extremely nervous for no apparent reason. Her body felt numb, the tips of her fingers felt like tingly and sensitive to touch. She had felt this way all day and couldn't wrap her mind around what the source of her anxiety could be. And because of that she took a day off from work, feeling to jittery to handle customers and instead decided to take a walk. Fresh air always helped her nerves, but even then it still didn't seem to help as much as it used to. With her hands tucked into her jacket pockets she walked a slow and steady pace down the street, her low healed boots announced her presence as it hit against the sidewalk pavement. The air wasn't as cold as most days but still had a small chill whenever the breeze blew onto her face and through her golden hair. Her eyes were fixated on the ground in front of her, watching her foot as it lightly kicked a pebble on the ground.

Then her sensitive ears picked up a voice in the distance making her eyes shoot up from the ground and towards the wooded area beside her. The voice didn't sound familiar but had sounded like they were in distress. Acting out of instinct she turned towards the woods and started running as fast as her legs could take her. The closer so got to the voice, more started to follow it along with their scents. Then she stopped, only one was familiar and the other scents were unknown to her but she still remained cautious. She knew Newt was there, his scent was un-mistakeable and strangely her nerves quickly shot down. Once she came into the clearing her pace was now as slow as it was when she was aimlessly walking. There were two wolves, none that she recognized and a werewolf who was slightly larger talking with Newt through what seemed to be his mind, who seemed to be on the edge at the moment. ‘Now boy….tell me your name. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt now…’ Lily clenched her fists as her face grew harsh. Lily's protective nature over Newt kicked in as she stormed over and separated the two by standing in between them, her blue eyes red like fire on Mark. "Touch him and your body parts will be scattered across the forest." she growled, at the moment not caring who she was talking to or whether or not he was stronger than her, she felt she needed to protect her beneficiary at all costs. She didn't know he knew of Jeremiah or that he was a part of his pack. Lily had only recently decided to join but has yet to meet any of the others but even if Jeremiah was the one standing here she would still defend Newt, even to the death.

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"Your not very nice are you?" Newt choose to ignore her. He didn't really give a two scents about her thoughts on him or...her thoughts period. She is the one who caused this mess and it seems like this male wolf is taking her side and blaming Newt. ‘Now boy….tell me your name. Wouldn’t want you to get hurt now…’ His face hardened even more at these words. How dare he threaten him! Another wolf come in the view nearly setting Newt of on a frenzy... "HOW DARE YOU THREATEN ME! I'M SEVENTEEN DO YOU WANT TO GO TO JAIL?" He blurted out then in a quieter more mysterious tone he added. "Because I can arrange that..."

"Touch him and your body parts will be scattered across the forest." He was so angry he didn't notice Lily had even come around until she was between him. He suddenly felt better though...but not good enough to stop himself from changing. Newt quickly backed away from the four of them so his back was against tree. He could feel his bones shifting and cracking into different places, pain shooting through his body and there laid a timber wolf. He looked around then back up as far as he could from them. Although he made sure Lily was still in his sight, lucky him for having her come... Huffing he walked back over to Lily laying his head against her leg....staring at Mark angrily.