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Aug 15, 2015 06:26PM
"Haha, I don't become angered easily. You can try for days bu always fail, for I'd do anything for you." He stared into her deep warm eyes and became entranced in them, yet again. He kissed her nose then pressed his cheek against hers.
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Lucia chuckled. "This is my new mission, to make you angry." She decided, not being aware of the consequences. But she could be rather reckless sometimes, especially when it came to violence, such is the berserkers way. She pulled away again then chewed her lip. "We should probably return, they'll probably think I killed you, or something."
"Probably not possible my love," He laughed. "Yes we should return to the... funeral." He looked down at the ground then back up sadness washing over his eyes. He took Lucia by the hand and started walk back with her to the funeral.
Lucia was saddened by the fact that she had to burst his bubble but it had to be done. She squeezed his hand, comforting him as they came to the clearing where the Marcus the werewolf still lay surrounded by his wife and children.
((Alright let's do this! :D))Katrina was preparing to take on the duty ruling her tribe in the right direction of happiness. She looked at herself in her light long brown dress that she was not used to wearing and she hated it, but it looked incredible on her. She called Patrica into her tent. Patrica looked at Katrina a gasped in awe. "Oh my goodness Kat!!!! You are beautiful!" Katrina rolled her eyes. "I hate it. I hate, hate, hate it... I need help with my hair too..." Katrina sat on her bed. "Why can't I just wear a leather jacket and some combat boots and call it a day? And why couldn't this be next week?" Patrica looked down at the ground. "Our leader now may not make it to tomorrow. We need you, Kat. We need you so much right now." Katrina sighed and looked at the ground as Patrica did her hair.
Michael chased Lucia around, trying to get his shirt back. He couldn't help but laugh, for this was the silliest thing he's ever done. "Lucy! Can I have my shirt back? Please?"
((The outfit:))
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((gtg, will rp after school on Monday. Bloody school... Night!))
((Yay!!))
Conor was not ready for this. The old man was going to die? It couldn't be! He had bee their leader well, since forever. Having a new leader. He couldn't imagine it! Everyone had to dress up for this occasion, which he found rather silly, but, what the hell. Some of the scavengers had returned from the town will everything for an event like this, much to Conor's dismay. He wore a black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt that hugged his chest nicely along with black shoes, his hair was ruffled, the only problem he as having was with his tie. He walked out of his tent, still trying to find a way to tie this tie before the event started.
Lucia chuckled keeping a tight grip on the shirt. "Never!" She said with glee, his had been going on for five minutes and he still wasn't annoyed? He must've been blessed by the virtue of patience or something like that, not that she minded. She ran out of the cave for the second time and started to run between trees, but her muscles were slowly getting tired.
Conor was not ready for this. The old man was going to die? It couldn't be! He had bee their leader well, since forever. Having a new leader. He couldn't imagine it! Everyone had to dress up for this occasion, which he found rather silly, but, what the hell. Some of the scavengers had returned from the town will everything for an event like this, much to Conor's dismay. He wore a black tuxedo with a crisp white shirt that hugged his chest nicely along with black shoes, his hair was ruffled, the only problem he as having was with his tie. He walked out of his tent, still trying to find a way to tie this tie before the event started.
Lucia chuckled keeping a tight grip on the shirt. "Never!" She said with glee, his had been going on for five minutes and he still wasn't annoyed? He must've been blessed by the virtue of patience or something like that, not that she minded. She ran out of the cave for the second time and started to run between trees, but her muscles were slowly getting tired.
((LOL Thank you! :D))"Patty," Katrina started. She turned around and faced her friend. "I-I'm scared. I don't think I can do this. I don't know if I am ready to take on such a huge task. To protect out people and--" Patrica burst out laughing. Katrina looked at her, puzzled. "What are you laughing at?" Katrina asked agitated. "Y-You, phew, You sound like me when I am deathly scared of something!" Patrica spoke once she was capable of catching her breath. "But Kat, Don't be scared. Do not be scared of this. Our leader has taught you so much. How to interact with the people, how to carry on our tradition, hell even stuff I don't even know about he told you. The myths of these forests. Anything you asked him!" Patrica placed her hand on Katrina's shoulder. "You have never been afraid of anything as long as I've known you. We've known each other since we were wee little things. One time you told me... 'If your afraid, then run towards your fear. That'll teach that fear not to mess with you!' Every time I'm scared, I think about you. You make me feel strong and confident, Kat. You are my best friend. My other half. And I do not want to hear you say that your afraid anymore of today. Just charge towards that fear. Take on this power. Take on leading your people. If someone fights, break it up. Remain calm at all times, Katty. Your temper could possibly be your fatal flaw." Patrica hugged her her best friend. "Lead our people into victory. Lead our people to happiness. You shouldn't have trouble with that since you make my world a brighter place every time I talk to you." Katrina couldn't help but smile. Patrica always knew how to make Katrina feel better and help her out. "I think I'm ready now," Katrina spoke at last. "You think?!" Patrica exclaimed. "Girl, you were BORN ready!" Patrica stood up and straightened her long black dress. "Come on girly. You got this in the bag, AND YOU LOOK TOTALLY FAB!" Katrina laughed and took Patrica's arm. "Let's do this."
Michael smiled mischievously. "Man you must LOVE seeing me without my shirt. You can't help checking me out can you?" Michael laughed and kept running after the girl of his dreams. She was fast, but he hoped that she wasn't as durable as he was.
((I love Patty XD))
Conor cursed and took his tie and ripped it off. This was hopeless! He scrunched it up in his fist and slowly made his way to the podium where Katrina would make her speech. There were rows of plastic chairs in front of the chairs all draped with black ad white sheets. He sat down at the back. Each chair had a name written on it, directing where people should go. The old leader had refused to spend his night in his bed and so was sitting at the fornt, looking frail in his suit, a warm blank was wrapped around his once broad shoulders. Conor sighed and rubbed his jaw nervously. He did not know how this was going to end, and he didn't want to. But he had to be prepared for the worst.
Lucia blushed before yelling over her shoulder, "Damn right!" She turned around and stuck her tongue out at him before turning back and kept on running until she dived behind a large oak in the centre of the woods. She quickly shoved the shirt under the roots of the large tree as she caught her breath.
Conor cursed and took his tie and ripped it off. This was hopeless! He scrunched it up in his fist and slowly made his way to the podium where Katrina would make her speech. There were rows of plastic chairs in front of the chairs all draped with black ad white sheets. He sat down at the back. Each chair had a name written on it, directing where people should go. The old leader had refused to spend his night in his bed and so was sitting at the fornt, looking frail in his suit, a warm blank was wrapped around his once broad shoulders. Conor sighed and rubbed his jaw nervously. He did not know how this was going to end, and he didn't want to. But he had to be prepared for the worst.
Lucia blushed before yelling over her shoulder, "Damn right!" She turned around and stuck her tongue out at him before turning back and kept on running until she dived behind a large oak in the centre of the woods. She quickly shoved the shirt under the roots of the large tree as she caught her breath.
((I just realised how hort my posts are compared to yours >.
((XD Glad you like her personality!))Patty and Katrina walked out of the tent, arms linked and heads held high. Katrina still had a bit of fear in her eyes, but most of her fear has covered by her tough attitude. It was normal for people to feel fear, but Katrina found fear as a strange thing to feel and never resorted to it when in bad situations. Fear in her eyes was never an option, and Patrica reminded her of that. Her not fearing anything is some of the reasons for her scars on her body. Some scars more recent than others, and some still healing. Katrina was trying to remember her speech to her people and the things she needed to do as a leader. Houses. Her townspeople needed not tents, but a house that could keep them warm during the cold harsh winters and cool during the heat of the summer. Regulated and organized hunts for food and not have to hunt every day, one or three people at a time. Help those who are in need and lock up those who commit crime. Katrina gripped Patrica's arm tightly as they reached the aisle. Katrina swore her legs turned to jelly as she looked her future in the eye. "Ow..." Patrica mumbled to Katrina. Katrina un-gripped her poor friend's arm and laced her hands together tightly. Why was she so scared? Was it the thought of failure? The thought of being judged and manipulated? Katrina closed her eyes tightly as a tear of fear rolled down her cheek. She inhaled and exhaled and Patrica and her walked closer and closer to the platform. If her mom and dad was here, she knew they'd be proud of her. Well maybe not her father since he left her mom and herself to fend for themselves 13 years back. He didn't care about them. That's why he left. As Patrica and Katrina reached the platform, Katrina faced her friend and hugged her tightly. "I can't shake it," Katrina whispered. "You will shake it. You were born and raised as one of us. Do not fear our people who you were raised among."
"You should have been our leader."
"I'm not as tough as you."
"Can you be my co-leader?" Patrica snickered and released the hug. Patrica took a seat as Katrina took the stage and Katrina swore she was going to have a heart attack. She looked upon her people and cleared her throat. Here we go! Oh my god... I am so... scared.
Michael laughed and kept running after her. As she took a sharp turn, he followed her and nearly slipped taking that sharp turn, but was capable of catching his balance and picked her up, spinning her around in circles. "Got you! Finally!" He proudly exclaimed partially out of breath. He kissed her and then looked at her, eyebrow raised. "Where did you put my shirt?" He asked.
Conor shifted in his seat ad looked around at he faces f his fellow hunters. They had different emotions on their faces; some were excited, others were sad, while others just showed nothing. Yet again he had mixed emotions about this. It was like a one-shot to the head with a riffle- once something was done, it could not be changed back. The old leader looked up at Katrina and gave her a weak, encouraging smile. He believed in her, they all did in one shape or form and that's what she needed to remember, always. He turned his head and locked eyes with Conor. Conor's throat felt tight, and he gave the man a nod in greeting, but there was something much more behind the simple gesture; much more. The old man smiled softly then turned his attention back to the girl he practically raised ad started clapping. Soon, everyone followed suit.
Lucia yelped as she felt a pair of arms around her waist, but soon relaxed when she realised they were his arms. She looked down laughing, then reached down and cupped his face giving hi an affectionate kiss on the lips before pulling away. She smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She folded her arms across her chest and stuck her nose in the air defiantly. "Not telling you." She stated firmly.
Lucia yelped as she felt a pair of arms around her waist, but soon relaxed when she realised they were his arms. She looked down laughing, then reached down and cupped his face giving hi an affectionate kiss on the lips before pulling away. She smirked, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She folded her arms across her chest and stuck her nose in the air defiantly. "Not telling you." She stated firmly.
Katrina leaned back and let out a long exhale. She couldn't believe her speech was actually, good. She tilted her head down to say, 'Thank you' to the crowd and got off the stage. She then walked over to the old leader who had taught her so much and hugged him. "Thank you so much, for teaching me so much and answering the littlest and the dumbest questions. Thank you." She stopped hugging the old leader and smiled at him. This was the only person she felt really connected to, other than Patrica."Oh come on! I can't go shirtless forever! Every girl will be screaming at me like I was Taylor Laughtner and be crawling all over me even though I want to be with you! Please tell me? Please??" He put his hands on her arms and rubbed them gently. "Please?" He smirked at Lucia. He wouldn't care if he didn't get his shirt back. He just wanted his girl and that was all he needed.
The old man hugged her back tightly and rubbed her back. "It was my pleasure dear, don't you worry about it." He said then stood up, before sitting back down as a coughing fit wracked his body. "Sorry about that. Now come, you must take the oath!" He said softly and once again tried to stand up. He succeeded and then took his walking stick and started wobbling towards the second biggest tent. Once inside he went over to his neatly made bed, on which lay a leather-bound book. He picked it up and held it in front of him, out towards Katrina. "Place your hand on this dear." He commanded softly. Conor had to let a little bit of himself admire the way Katrina had spoken to the hunters. She had touched their hearts and had sealed a prosperous fait! At least, that's what they said, but he wouldn't let his guard down. Soon everyone got up and walked around to get either very drunk or stay very sober.
Lucia thought for a minute then placed her hand on his chest and leaned in on her tip-toes. "Hm... tempting.... But no! You have lost your precious shirt, forever!" She said then gave him a light push. Then, dramatically flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away, swaying her hips, it didn't take long before she started cracking up. What was she doing? Whatever it was it was so stupid she started to laugh. "I'm sorry, it's under the roots!" She breathed, wiping tears from her bright-blue eyes.
Lucia thought for a minute then placed her hand on his chest and leaned in on her tip-toes. "Hm... tempting.... But no! You have lost your precious shirt, forever!" She said then gave him a light push. Then, dramatically flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked away, swaying her hips, it didn't take long before she started cracking up. What was she doing? Whatever it was it was so stupid she started to laugh. "I'm sorry, it's under the roots!" She breathed, wiping tears from her bright-blue eyes.
Katrina placed her hand on the leather book and looked into the old leader's eyes. They sparkled with life but yet the lively spark she once knew was slowly dying. She wished he was immortal, for he would still help her people and help her grow into a person more than he already helped her.Michael's heat skipped a beat as she placed her hand on his chest and as she flipped her hair and walked away, he couldn't help but start smiling at her. As she broke down laughing she finally told him the location of his 'beloved' shirt, chuckled and grabbed his shirt. He slipped on his shirt and started buttoning it up.
"Repeat after me; I, state your name, will risk my life protecting my tribe, my family. I shall be the first on to lead them into battle and be the last one to assure them away." He spoke slowly, but seriously then smirked. "And by the power invested in me I will do whatever the people tell me to do." It was meant to be a joke, but Katrina didn't have to know that now, did she?
Lucia straightened an stared at him intently for a moment and frowned. "You're feeling alright aren't you? You look... sick." She murmured softly, biting her lip a she reached out to touch his forehead. Maybe she could annoy him with her childish pranks? It was worth a try.
Lucia straightened an stared at him intently for a moment and frowned. "You're feeling alright aren't you? You look... sick." She murmured softly, biting her lip a she reached out to touch his forehead. Maybe she could annoy him with her childish pranks? It was worth a try.
"I, Katrina Vasges, will risk my life protecting my tribe, My family. I shall be the first on to lead them into battle and be the last one to assure them away." Katrina caught the his smirk and raised her eyebrow as he spoke those words. "And by the power invested in me, I...I will do whatever the people tell me to do." Was that really in the oath? She questions what she just said. Now that she was leader... She'd have to do anything for her people... even... even Conor. Ew. Just, no. But he was part of her tribe, and she'd just have to view him as another one of her people.Michael looked up, his shirt half buttoned up. "I do? I guess it's a werewolf thing. We tend to always run warm. It's quite strange. We can be in the coldest of places and be totally warm. But do I look over-heated or pale?"
"Congratulations young woman! You are now officially the leader of this tribe!" He said proudly and placed the book back down onto the bed. "Now that your our leader you'll b able o hear and see things more clearly, understood? Which makes you a bigger threat than you already were!" He warned the touched her shoulder. "An for the sake of others, try to control your temper. Good luck."
Lucia's eyes wondered and she bushed then quickly looked back up at him. "W-well, it- I. Nope!" She shook her head. "You're good! All healthy and groge- fit! YEP!" She murmured popping the 'p'. "Well, we should start cooking because we'll be hunt-eating later so, yeah!"
Lucia's eyes wondered and she bushed then quickly looked back up at him. "W-well, it- I. Nope!" She shook her head. "You're good! All healthy and groge- fit! YEP!" She murmured popping the 'p'. "Well, we should start cooking because we'll be hunt-eating later so, yeah!"
Katrina almost laughed when he said how she was a threat before. She didn't find herself as a threat... Well when she was angry or impulsive she tended to be a threat to the people. She would have to control herself. And she knew who he was talking about when saying 'the sake of others' she knew he meant Conor. She got along with everyone else but Conor. And she would blow up at Conor. She knew that she would have to control herself now. She shook her head at the old man, and hugged him again. "Thank you for everything." She then left the tent and she noticed a difference in everything. Everything was louder. Everything was more vivid and clear. Katrina was overwhelmed by everything. But in a good way. She started to walk back in her tent, now annoyed with her dress and pinchy shoes.Michael laced his fingers through her's and looked at her. His eyes screamed how much he was in love with Lucia and started walking with her towards their cave.
((And with that, I have to go. Have to get sleep for tomorrow. Bloody school starting up a week early -_- Well, G'night! Sleep well!))
((Ooh! Nasty! Good luck! I have to go to sleep too! See ya!))
The man hugged her back and smiled, watching her go. It was almost as if he were saying goodbye to his granddaughter, waving her off to university. That's what it felt like anyway. He smiled, his heart slowing down. He sat down on his bed, resting his head on the pillow and closing his eyes. He had fulfilled his duty as leader and was now ready to leave in peace. Conor still annoyed and a little sad stomped towards his tent and started to take of his jacket and shirt before laying down on the bed and rubbing his face with his hands, a habit he had now developed when he was anxious.
Lucia had a loose hold on his hand, but she welcomed the feeling warmth coming from his skin. She smiled lightly then looked up to see the entrance to the cave right up ahead. Then a thought popped into her head. "Michael, how did you find this cave?"
Lucia had a loose hold on his hand, but she welcomed the feeling warmth coming from his skin. She smiled lightly then looked up to see the entrance to the cave right up ahead. Then a thought popped into her head. "Michael, how did you find this cave?"
((Oooh! Plot twist! What if one of the monsters get's captured by the hunters and is forced to work for them?? o.o))
((OMG MOLLIE I AM SO SORRY I HAVEN'T GOT ON MONDAY! SCHOOL WAS HORRIBLE THE FIRST WEEK AND I HAD NO TIME TO GET ON! D:Oooo.... Maybe the monster had the bright idea of trying to attack their camp but the monster was captured instead and they try to force peace from the monsters and a bunch of drama stirs? O.o))
Katrina quickly kicked off her shoes and tried to unzip her dress, but the zipper was stuck and she was unable to pull it down. Katrina tried to pull her zipper down, but it still wouldn't budge. She went over to the entrance of her tent and looked for Patrica, but she was no where in sight. Katrina moaned and went back in her tent. She tried to think of how she could get her dress off, but she knew she'd have to save her dress for a special occasion. So, Katrina continued her struggles.Katrina was suffering quite a bit. The zipper was caught on something, but she couldn't see what it was stuck on. It wasn't her hair, for she would feel pain on her head, and it wasn't a string, for the dress was sewn well. Katrina started jumping in frustration and accidentally fell over her bed, knocking into the side of her tent. She pushed herself up and looked around, her hair now a mess. She blew her bangs out of her face and looked around. What a hell of a way to start leading your tribe, Katrina scolded herself. She wondered where her dear friend was to help her.
Michael's eyes went from soft and warm, to sad and cold within an instant those words slipped from Lucia's lips. But he trusted her, and wanted to tell her anyways. "The cave... When I was 16, I...I ran away from home after my dad and I got in a fight. As I was running, I tried to go as far away as possible. I thought, 'Why not go to the place I feel the most connected to my mother?' So I was going to go somewhere else, but I came across this cave instead. I heard my mom and dad talk about it, until my mom died. My dad never spoke of the place again. He told me to never go there. So, as stupid as I was then, I decided to rebel and settle there." He looked down at the ground, then at Lucia. "So that's a little about me. Haha!" Michael tried to cheer up again and push the thought out of his mind.
((LOL its fine! Are you okay though? Nothing happening?
Sounds cool! When shall we do zis??))
Just as Conor was about to close his eyes for the night he heard a crash-bang-wallop. He shot up and quicky glanced around. He poked his head out of his tent and across the small clearing he saw the new leader struggling to unzip a dress. The sight was so funny it had the man on his side rolling around, chuckking to himself. After a while he stood up and walked over, still shirtless, his dress-pants still on. He buried his hands into the pockets and walked up to Katrina with a ghost of a smirk residing on his lips. "Do you need some help?" He asked playfully, enjoying the sight of the girl struggling with such a simple task.
Lucia nodded and bit her lip. So, this must have been the cave Michaels father talked so fondly about during the funeral. "I see." She murmured then snorted at his futile attempts to lighten up the atmosphere. "You're such goof-ball." She said and jumped up to pat him on the head. "Imagine if my parents saw me now," she chuckled, then shivered. They would not have been pleased if they had heard that their offspring was in a relationship with a different species.
Sounds cool! When shall we do zis??))
Just as Conor was about to close his eyes for the night he heard a crash-bang-wallop. He shot up and quicky glanced around. He poked his head out of his tent and across the small clearing he saw the new leader struggling to unzip a dress. The sight was so funny it had the man on his side rolling around, chuckking to himself. After a while he stood up and walked over, still shirtless, his dress-pants still on. He buried his hands into the pockets and walked up to Katrina with a ghost of a smirk residing on his lips. "Do you need some help?" He asked playfully, enjoying the sight of the girl struggling with such a simple task.
Lucia nodded and bit her lip. So, this must have been the cave Michaels father talked so fondly about during the funeral. "I see." She murmured then snorted at his futile attempts to lighten up the atmosphere. "You're such goof-ball." She said and jumped up to pat him on the head. "Imagine if my parents saw me now," she chuckled, then shivered. They would not have been pleased if they had heard that their offspring was in a relationship with a different species.
((Eh, everything has cleared up. I have a class with my ex in my least favorite subject (GOTTA LOVE GEOMETRY!) but he hardly talks anyways so, whatever XDI want to say I am so sorry for school being so annoying. 10th grade sucks and is such a time consumer .-.))
Katrina looked over and stared at him. How did he even hear her struggling? She seriously needed to see how far his tent was from her's. "Um... I think I got it..." She has never felt more awkward around a guy. There was nothing underneath this dress except for undergarments! Imagine what thoughts he'd have after that! Katrina tried to get the zipper to work, but it still wouldn't budge. She started jumping up and down trying to get the zipper to work, but what was the use. She needed help. She looked and Conor and started chuckling. She promised herself that she'd never wear a dress again as long as she lived. "Yeah, some help would be nice, thanks." Katrina walked over to Conor then turned around. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and looked down at the ground. A leader will need help from his or her tribe, she recalled the words from the old leader, For the tiniest problems, to our tribe being in danger, you will always need to hear the voices of your fellow tribe mates. You are all working as one. Katrina sighed as she thought about her dear friend. He was so kind, so wise, and always had a game plan for the worst.
Michael laughed as she called him a goof-ball. He didn't understand how he was a goofball from him telling her about a dark part of his past, but he shrugged it off.
Michael sensed a bit of stress from Lucia and wrapped his arm around her. "You okay?" He asked. He hoped she didn't have to endure the same pain he had to go though with his mom dying. But with both parents... He hugged her tighter and laid his head on her head. Her smell was always amazing. A gentle pine mixed with a fresh steam with a hint of spring morning. Her smell intoxicated him.
((Oh sweetheart! >.< Don't worry you will find someone better in the future! And it is okay! I totally understand! *huggles*))
((I am installing auto correct to post, bc I do not trust myself wirhought it XD))
((I am installing auto correct to post, bc I do not trust myself wirhought it XD))
((Aww! That is so true! There are 7 billion people out in this sea so I will not stress! :) *huggies!*))((LOL! Auto correct could be paradise or horrific. But it always acts good XD))
Connor chuckled lightly as she refused and stood there with his arms crossed and watched as his new leader started jumping about trying to get a zipper to work. It really was something to look at, it was both amusing and pitiful at the same time if that were even possiblepossible. However after a minute or so she finally gave up and let him help. "See, done, harm done, leader." He teased though he couldn't help but feel a little bit bitter the old man had to give away his position to this brat. A cute brat.. What?! Where had these thoughts come from? He shook his head then gently reached for the stuck zipper. He tried to do it gently but only got so far. "Stubborn piece of sh*t." He muttered then tugged on it and in one go, the woman was free. "Nice bra," He snorted then ducked away, anticipating a slap.
Lucia nodded slightly. "Just missing my rents, no matter how annoying they were." She admitted and leaned her head back so she could kiss the werewolves chin. He was so innocent in a way, it made her heart flutter. But, compared to him she was an actual monster, she had killed animals and some humans just because she was angry, just because the rage and envy ran deep within her blood. It made an unpleasant shiver run down her spine.
Lucia nodded slightly. "Just missing my rents, no matter how annoying they were." She admitted and leaned her head back so she could kiss the werewolves chin. He was so innocent in a way, it made her heart flutter. But, compared to him she was an actual monster, she had killed animals and some humans just because she was angry, just because the rage and envy ran deep within her blood. It made an unpleasant shiver run down her spine.
Katrina couldn't help but snicker at his comment. That zipper was indeed a stubborn piece of sh*t! She knew she's have to get a new dress soon... unless she changed the rules. She liked the thought of that. Then the comment she braced herself for slipped from his lips. She quickly turned around and almost smacked him, before her senses washed over her. It was as the old leader was watching every move she made and was helping her every step of the way. She lowered her hand and cleared her throat. "That is the most you will ever see exposed of me in my undergarments. I thank you for your help, now if you would please leave my tent, I would thoroughly and greatly appreciate it." Katrina flashed Conor a smile but deep down, she could still feel the bubbling feelings of smacking him.Michael laughed. "They make too many rules too?" He teased. He hoped she didn't find that joke offensive, for the words just slipped from his lips. He felt a pig of regret the moment he spoke them.
Connor was shocked and stood there mouth agape. "Okay then, bye." He muttered still perplexed at why she hadn't smacked him. It was rather sad really. She wouldn't just drop all her sassy and badass attitude because she was leader now, right? If so, he had to find out a way to break her. Until she finally slapped him. What could he possibly do to deserve getting slapped? Being stupid, challenging her. Kissing her in public! Now that would be a death sentence all on its own.
Lucia became grim. Now that he mentioned it, she had broken nearly all the rules in the book. She was a shame to her family! "Yes, they did." she said then slowly eased her way out of Michaels grip. "Excuse me for a minute." she said and wrapped her arms around herself and walked away gnawing on her bottom lip in thought.
Lucia became grim. Now that he mentioned it, she had broken nearly all the rules in the book. She was a shame to her family! "Yes, they did." she said then slowly eased her way out of Michaels grip. "Excuse me for a minute." she said and wrapped her arms around herself and walked away gnawing on her bottom lip in thought.
((Literally laughing out loud because of Connor X'DDDDDDD))Katrina inhaled and slowly exhaled, and looked over her pillow. She casually walked over to it, moved it closer, and gave it a good punch. She felt so much better after that. She slipped out of her dress and put on her black torn up skinny jeans, her favorite combat boots, and a soft black cotton shirt. Patrica walked into the tent, wearing a baggy pink t-shirt, blue skinny jeans, and cute sneakers. Katrina glared at her. "Where were you?"
"Why didn't Conor have a red mark on his face after he left this tent?"
"Good question," Katrina chuckled. Patrica crossed her arms. "What happened?" Katrina looked down at the ground. "My zipper was stuck, I fell over, Conor heard me, he came to help, which was weird of him, and he made a comment about my bra--" Katrina balled her fists, "--but something washed over me and held me back. I politely asked him to leave, and he did. Guess in order to get good behavior you must present it." Patrica stared at her. "YOU DIDN'T SMACK HIM FOR THAT?!"
"Nope!"
"Are you high?!"
"I'm a leader now, I can't screw around. Adulthood showed up at my doorstep and said, 'Hey! You're up next!' And I let it in." Patrica smacked her head. "You are acting strange... Don't let this power get to you." Katrina rolled her eyes. "I'm not, nor will I let it! I feel as if he's a part of me now, leading me the way. Everything we talked about I'm recalling." Patrica just stared at her. "You are really... different." Katrina laughed. "In the flesh!"
"What does that mean?!"
"I literally have no idea." They both laughed and sat down together on the bed, discussing what Katrina had in store of the tribe, and Patrica helped her decide weather they were good ideas or not.
Michael let her go and nodded. He felt so guilty he said that. She probably hates me now. I shouldn't of said that. Why did I say that?! She needs time to think. If she comes back, just be ready for t-the worst. Tears came to his eyes thinking about her leaving him, but if she did, then it would be for the best. It would be painful letting her go, but he would let her go.
((so many emotions to your post all good don't worry! But I'm glad you liked Connot!))
((XDXD What are your emotions to my post?))
((well to latrine is joy and laughter and to Michaels reply I was just going away XD))
Connor was still in shock as he walked out of the woods. What had just happened? Did the girl just ask him to leave? What was going on? "Something freaky is what." the young hunter told himself. He needed to freshen up and made his way to a stream a couple of miles away. The walk was long but needed. He finally had a plan! He would annoy the new leader until she snapped, or when she was on the brink of snapping he would kiss her! Right in front of everyone! Yes! That should work! "I might get killed but it'll all be worth it!" He told himself and knelt near the river. That is until he saw a blonde girl staring at him strangely. "What are you doing here?" Lucia asked. She didn't bother hiding her true form; her eyes flashes dangerously and a cold area surrounded her. "Shit." Connor muttered, he had left his weapon back at camp! "I mean you no harm."He coaxed. "Then run, or so help me I'll bury my axe into your skull."
((XDXD Gottcha))((OMG CONNOR XDXDXDXDXDXDXD Anything for a smack! And Oh my gosh... lucia must remember Katrina and Connor fighting about who gets to kill her... Oh fun! :-/))
Katrina and Patrica left the tent and started walking around. "What is it like being a leader?" Patrica asked. "It's different alright. It's like my senses heightened and I am more aware to everything around me. My thoughts are more clear and stable. It's just a cool and different experience. Patrica nodded. "That is so cool!" Katrina smiled and looked down at the ground. "So when do we plan to build the houses? Katrina tilted her head and looked up at the sky. "Whenever we have enough resources we shall begin construction." Patrica looked over at Katrina and shook her head. "You've changed within twenty minutes. It's like a whole new mature you." Katrina rolled her eyes. "I'm still me! Just more mature for my tribe!" Patrica shook her head again. "You are somethin' else." Katrina flipped her hair and fluttered her eye lashes. "You know it!" Patrica snickered and they walked to the chef's tent. Katrina cleared her throat and asked, "Are the meals prepared for this evening?"
Connor got up slowly with his hands raised in a peaceful gesture. "Now let's not be hasty." He said lowly while looking around for any possible weapons he could use. "Why? You and that other human seemed to be in a rush to kill me, I'm just returning the favour." She said and clenched her first around the battle axe that had magically appeared in her grasp. It was steal and the blade was sharp, deadly sharp. Connor frowned. "You were running! We thought you were going to attack our tribe!" He insisted trying to keep her talking longer. A sudden whoosh of air alerted him and he fell to the ground as Lucia swung her weapon, hitting a nearby tree instead. The tree shook with the force of her swing. "You bustard!" Lucia snarled and yanked her weapon free. Connor rolled to hos feet and sent the monster a glare. "Calm down!"
The chef looked up and gave the two a warm smile that he and his brother shared, not that Connor smiled much anyway. "Almost! How are you two doing? A big night tonight, you must be sleepy." He commented.
The chef looked up and gave the two a warm smile that he and his brother shared, not that Connor smiled much anyway. "Almost! How are you two doing? A big night tonight, you must be sleepy." He commented.
((yep she does! And what is so funny about Connor? XD XD XD))
"We are doing very well this evening, thank you," Katrina said, " and we aren't very tired! We are actually very excited and I think most of the tribe may either be excited as well, or on pins and needles and worried about what moves I may make for the tribe." Patrica agreed with the statement. Katrina started having stabbing sensations in her gut, telling her that someone was in danger. "May you excuse me for a moment?" Katrina excused herself, and ran to her tent. She could hear Conor yelling and she could almost hear his heart racing. She quickly grabbed her bow, quiver full of arrows, and a dagger and took off. She wasn't even prepared for a good fight, but she would have to defend her people the best she could. This was an emergency, and she had to act quickly. She ran swiftly away from the camp and towards the sound of Conor. Where would he go by himself?! She wondered.((He is so bloody funny because he want to kiss her just for a smack XDXDXDXDXD BEST THING EVER))
The chef nodded and smiled but go worries as she left so quickly. "Hmm, I hope everything is alright."He wondered aloud having no idea that his brother was facing a big threat.
In fact Connor was far from alright. He was panicking. This monster was angry, yet still very precise. He managed to find her weak spot and so waited for the right moment. Lucia was beyond furious, all she was sewing was black and white and blood red. "Die!" she gritted out and swung, barely missing the hunters neck. However she stumbled and that's when Connor shoved her to the ground. The axe fell to the ground and Connor pinned her to the ground, breathing heavily. This was difficult. "You humans! You started this!" she snapped and struggled against him. He kept quiet and searched the area making sure no other monsters were around, mistake number two. Lucia got a hold of a rock and slammed it against the hunters temple, he fell unconscious with a large gash near his hairline. The monster quickly sprung to her feet and picked up the axe. She raised it high above her head ready to give the finishing blow but stopped, he was defenceless and that was going against the law of war.
In fact Connor was far from alright. He was panicking. This monster was angry, yet still very precise. He managed to find her weak spot and so waited for the right moment. Lucia was beyond furious, all she was sewing was black and white and blood red. "Die!" she gritted out and swung, barely missing the hunters neck. However she stumbled and that's when Connor shoved her to the ground. The axe fell to the ground and Connor pinned her to the ground, breathing heavily. This was difficult. "You humans! You started this!" she snapped and struggled against him. He kept quiet and searched the area making sure no other monsters were around, mistake number two. Lucia got a hold of a rock and slammed it against the hunters temple, he fell unconscious with a large gash near his hairline. The monster quickly sprung to her feet and picked up the axe. She raised it high above her head ready to give the finishing blow but stopped, he was defenceless and that was going against the law of war.
((oh right! I know he's such a dork!))
Katrina, breathing heavily, saw the girl and quickly notched an arrow. "Get away from him!" She said breathlessly. "Can't we talk about this? Vi...Violence is not the answer! We can make a contract of some sort for peace!" Katrina finally took aim and it was locked on the girl's shoulder. Something to knock the girl out, but not dangerous enough to kill her. "Just don't kill him," She said. "Let us go, and I will tell the others of your good acts and convince them to spread the word. Have them make peace with you once and for all." Katrina bit her lip and waited for the response. If the girl charged at her, Katrina would let the arrow fly into her shoulder, but if she would agree, she would put down her weapon.
