Hey, look, another Wolfie soap! :o
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Thread Topic: Hey, look, another Wolfie soap! :o
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Seb raised an eyebrow at the male standing above him as he laughed, he noticed his eyes light up but ignored it, guessing it was just reflecting off of something. He quesioned why he wiped his mouth with his hand but didn't say anything, he looked tired but Seb guessed all the players were after a game like that. Part of him just really wated to go home and curl up on the couch, put on That 70's Show and read a grimoir for a bit till he fell asleep but at the same time, he'd be going home to a big empty house which could be a little upsetting some days.
"Not one for parties? Thats a suprise a non-manwhore jock, I didn't know those still existed. Anyway, I never noticed that's where everyone went afterwards, I just come for the pictures, I couldn't give less of a f--- who wins or looses." He said slapping himself mentally, he took the male's hand and stood up. He felt the wind russle through his hair, his hand headed up a bit and his arm tingled, he couldn't help the horrified look that flashed across his face, he pulled his hand back quickly,"Pretty ruff game right, um you didn't get injured by any chance right?" He asked. -
dude your character is me omfg xD
Grayson once again laughed at the male's response. It was true, half of the guys of the team, as much as he loved them, were womanizers and always looking for a fun time. It never interested him, partly from the fact that he was not attracted to females. But he also could not withstand the flashing lights and the loud noise called music. The commemt about the photography was intriguing. Most of the time, the people who came to the lacrosse games knew the sport inside and out. It was unusual for someone of the other boy's kind to be hanging around at the game. He swallowed back more saliva and scarlet red blood, a goofy smile revealing that he had, in fact, blood in his mouth. He rose his eyebrows in surprise, nodding and swallowing again. "Yeah, rough game. St. Augustus was never one to play by the rules. I don't know what happened but I definitely busted something in my mouth. Plus, I just got off a shoulder injury three weeks ago. Didn't feel so good hitting the ground."
He smiled in order to signify that he was not melancholy due to he fact he had been hurt. He dealt with it once and he would be more than able to do it again. That was something that he would have to train himself to do according the the various sources he'd found on werecoyotes. Self-healing was an advanced skill for his kind so it would be a period of time before he would ownthe capability of fixing his health issues. He shrugged, slowly letting go of the boy's hand. The individual leaned down, reclaiming his belongings and staring back at the other male. "I'm Grayson, by the way." He spat the blood in his mouth to the side. "And who might you be, Mr. Photographer?" -
Is he? Lol xD
Seb cracked a small smile as he laughed, he was cute, he bit his lip to try to hold back more of a smile. He didn't really know if it was so odd that he came to the games and had no intrest in the sport at all, but he had gotten some solid money off of it he knew that much. Some people he assumed were girlfriends and some parents had seen him taken pictures at previous games and offered some money for pictures people from opposing school had done the same a few times. "Yeah? It did look pretty bad but what do I know. But hey their a cathoic school right? Gotta get them sexual frustrations out some how." He said with a wink, he, once again, slapped himself mentally, I'm a mess tonight. He thought.
He really wanted to smile like a giddy little girl when he was smiled at from this guy but shook it off. He realaxed and it was probably very visable, but he'd seen the male spit out the blood meaning he either didn't accidently heal the other with a little force from wind and earth or he did and that blood was in his mouth and Seb still had time to make a smooth, safe get away. "Sebastian." He said, "Well, you should hurry and get that looked at or its probably going to swell up." He said it it an odd way, even for him, not really in a way that he cared but it wasn't cool an obligation, like the way his mother talked to him, it was just out there. He felt like he didn't even control his hand on this second as he tapped Grayson's cheek, she wind brushed by quickly and their was a shock in his hand. It was diffrent then the kind of shock you got when you rubbed socks against the carpet and touched a door nob, it stung him a little but it would feel just more like a tingle for Grayson. In that instant he knew that he was massive screwed. "See you around, non-manwhore." He said and started to walk away. "What was that for?" He hissed quietly.
"Because I wanted to, don't be an ass, don't question it." The wind seemed to hiss in his ear. -
I swear omg I'm nice but if we're close IRL that is me
Grayson stared at as he began to walk off, waving enthusiastically. "Yeah, see you around! If you want, I'm in room 213! I'm an aid for Mr. Tennerson! He's always cool with a friend stopping by!" He hurried off, almost sprinting to the locker room. He wanted to get his face looked at as soon as possible so that he could be well on his way without being endlessly pestered by his teammates. When he was only a few steps away from the locker room's entrance when he came to the stark realization that he no longer had the coppery taste of blood resting in his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed, wondering just how it could have ceased after being so persistent just moment before. He retraced his steps, attempting to determine the exact moment in which it had stopped. He couldn't pinpoint it at all. He nibbled on the inside of his cheek, peering into the distance to catch a final glimpse of Sebastian.
Sebastian. The name repeated itself in the boy's mind a multitude of times. The male shook his head, entering the locker room and hurrying to his locker. All of the others were showering. He did not need to do so, he was about to go out to his special spot. A shower was not necessary until he got home. He hurriedly stripped out of his uniform, placing each component into his bag. He dried off with a towel, pulling on a clean black tee shirt and black sweatpants. He pulled on mint green Nike sneakers, adjusting the laces so they were tight on his feet. He collected his things, slamming his locker shut and exiting the locker room. He began to run off and down the route that would lead him to Woodrow Park which would ultimately lead him to the pond, the glorious pond. This was where he'd been training himself, and it was peaceful in all senses of the word. As he scurried along, Sebastian's name replayed over and over, almost like a broken record. -
Okay I looked at this and I realized a pretty important mistake
"I'm in room 213 during seventh period..." -
Oh okay. Also I'm going to pretend that you can drive a car by yourself when your sixteen.
Sebastian walked quickly to his small car, his 1967 Chevy Impala, it was previously owned by his granfather but Seb took care of it til he was able to drive, he loved it. When he hopped in he put his bag in the back of the car and placed the camera in the front seat. He turned on the car and placed his head on the steering wheel, he hit his head against it a few times his face bright red, "I'm an idiot." he mumbled to himself, he rubbed his forehead a bit and fixed his glasses and drove home. The streets weren't busy which was nice. Sebastian pulled into the driveway to see an Audi R9 parked nicely on one half of the drive way, "Moms car, not mom thank god." He grabbed his things and got out of the car as he walked up to the front door he saw a short blonde lady dressed very work-like, her hair was up in a very high ponytail, "A new assistant already?" He said walking past the girl, he saw her nod out of the corner of his eye. He let her in assuming she was here for clothes for his mother he led her up to his mothers room and watched as she picked out some clothing and some other stuff only half paying attention, when she was done he led her out of the house.
Seb looked for some food in the kitchen walking to the fridge and opening it, he cursed under his breath and went and pulled out the cat food leaving the fridge door wide open. He put some food in the dish and the slim black cat with green eyes similar in color to his came in and started to nibble at it it, he smiled and pet the cat. He stood back up and made a sandwich, when he was done he went into the livingroom and laid down on the couch, he turned on the TV and pulled a grimoir off the coffee table. He turned on That 70's Show and opened the book the cat came over and jumped on his chest standing in the way of the book and she wouldn't move, "Laurie." He said quietly and she made a noise and laid down on his chest and fell asleep and he started to read the grimoir. -
sorry went to a school play x)
And you can sometimes
In a matter of exactly ten minutes, he arrived at the park, immediately finding he bench he'd become best friend with ever since discovering his hidden self. The male sat himself down, grabbing his bag from beside himself. The male unzipped it and searched for the various notebooks of information he'd formed by means of research and his own discovery. He pulled out a leather, tightly bound journal, undoing the straps and flipping to a page that explained controlling a shift at any given time. He had collected that the first step was to develop the capability of allowing his canine teeth to appear. The teenager had come close on previous nights. It was a painful experience and wasn't one he exactly enjoyed, but he was aware of the fact that it was something he was going to have to come to grips with and control. He swallowed heavily, staring into the reflection of the moon on the pond. He knew the consequences of self inducing a shift.
He peered at the moon, gritting his teeth before taking a deep, struggled sigh. He could hear his heart thumping gently in his chest, almost threatening to break out. His attention went to his teeth. In a matter of a few seconds, the initial, searing pain began to take place, crunch noises filling his head. A small groan escaped his lips as his teeth began to shift to make accommodations for the new set of canines. A few tears welled up in his eyes as he persisted the turning, his fingers scratching at the bench and pulling up some of the light blue paint it had been decorated with so many years ago. Eventually, the pain was so much he had to yell a little, release some of the tension. Soon, this intensity diminished, leaving him with his set of teeth. He felt the point edges, letting a deep, thankful breath out of his lips. That was when he told himself to put them away. That was a much easier task. He let out a weak hoot, applauding himself for his hard work. -
I dun typically bump soapies but hewwo :3
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Sorry, I've been meaning to do this. I typed it out last night but it refreshed the page and I've been procrastinating retyping it.
Sebastian laid down reading the grimoire his consideration high just like it usually was, the cat sleeping on his chest not bugging him at all. He could barley hear whatever annoying thing Jackie was complaining about on the show, but it always been like that when he was reading the grimoire, their was only three things that snapped him out of it, sleep, hunger and pain. Apparently it was like that for most witches but for most of them their were four things that could snap them out of it, hunger, sleep, pain and love to him it seemed a little more than stupid but he wasn't one to complain about things like that.
He was reading a part that he'd already read before, he was re-reading it because he fell asleep last night so he started to read a little before he fell asleep, the odd looking words made so much sense to him, even if any normal person could see the words and pictures in the grimoire they couldn't read it. The book was talking about the elements. Witches saw them in every different ways, as people, spirits their were all sorts of different theories and they were mostly accepted except for the people that didn't care about them at all, just for use and personal gain, they didn't like that, they would stop letting people use their powers and would hate on them and if they were lucky would live for the next week. Sebastian shared the same opinion that his grandmother taught him before she passed. -
hello don't be sorry I didn't know if you saw it er not and idk x)
He decided that after the lacrosse game, he should just take pack everything g and practice other, quieter, less painful things things. He placed everything he brought back into his bag, throwing it over his shoulder and standing. The male set off in the direction of the long road that would leading him to his home. He silently regretted not taking his motorcycle to the game. That way, everything would have been much easier. He'd earned his motorcycle license on his sixteenth birthday and was given a Harley Davidson NightRod Special that his gret uncle had saved up for, and sadly discovered that he wasn't too fond of it. It was something for the youngsters, he had said. That was why it was granted to the teenager. It was nice, blacked out with a variety of accessories to be the icing on top of the motorcycle cake. He laughed at the thought, trudging along the road he soon came to.
He was incredibly tired, and if given the decision, would most likely take a long sleep on the side of the road. He knew that wasn't possible, however, and so he sighed loudly. His eyes were heavy, like little men were yanking down on them like curtains that could be shut at any time. The boy decided to take a seat on the ground, pulling his cell phone from his pocket. He punched in a number, it was late and so he hoped the person on the other end would answer. It seemed to rig for centuries, teasing the boy to think he would receive an answer. After about six rings, however, his older brother answered, letting out a fake, annoyed sigh.
"What, dickhead?"
Grayson rambled about needing a ride home and where he was.
"Ugh, whatever, a--hole. Be there soon." A beep signified the conversation was over. He swallowed heavily, looking off and into the distance. -
Sebastian read the book as he chewed at his lip as he got into reading where he'd fallen asleep the night before. The grimiore he was reading was not focused on any of the elements particularly it was more on the spiritual aspect of things, focusing on something he'd never tried out before, a religious ceremony. It helped bind with the spirits/ elements, depending on how you looked at it, it could heavily deepen the bond or tear it completely if someone wasn't carefull but it could also come up with something and the only thing to compare it to would be the avatar state although it was a lot more dangerous and stressful on ones body and could kill some one ,once again, if one was wreckless.
The process for one of these ceremonies was way more trouble that it was worth especially considering one mess up in the set up could result in death for the magic user but even worse that if that didn't kill the person then the product of the scew up would before you could tell the diffrence. Seb was very quickly reminded why this part made him fall asleep, it was pretty boring, important, yes very, but that didn't help it be anyless boring and tiering. Sleep tugged at his eyes as he struggled to finish off the page that he was so despratly trying to finish at his quick pace. He finished off the page and then placed the book face open on the coffee table so he didn't loose the page, he struggled to read the time on the clock in the kitched and the "Are you still watching "That 70's show"" didn't help him know what time it was at all. He took his glasses off and placed them on the table, he held the cat and moved over on his side, placing her in the little spot between him and the back of the couch he curled up and fell asleep. -
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I didn't see this sorry :(
In a matter of a few minutes, his older brother was rolling to where he was located in his black Challenger. The boy honked the horn and Grayson stumbled into the vehicle. The older male looked at the teenager and shook his head, assuming that he had done some form of unacceptable partying. Grayson buckled his seatbelt, leaning against the leather seat and his brother took off down the road. The car ride was silent, neither one of them having much to say. That was until they were cruising down the last strip of the road that would lead them to their house. As the car pulled cautiously into the driveway of their slightly less than average sized home, Grayson looked to his brother, Caleb, with soft eyes. The older male tilted his head, pondering what the younger was thinking about. Grayson stared deeply at him, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Do you think about Mom still? I know it's been a little bit but I miss her like hell. Do you think she would be proud of what I've done?" Caleb gently tapped the steering wheel, leaning into his own seat. He let out some uncertain noise, frowning at his brother. He reached over, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, aware of the waterworks that were to come. They did in a matter of seconds, tears spilling out of the boy's eyes. Caleb rubbed the male's back comfortingly, unbuckling his seatbelt.
"It's alright, Gray. You know she would have been proud. I'm sorry.." His face contorted, unsure of what to do. He exited the vehicle, coming around and helping his brother exit the passenger side. They trudged up to the front door of their home, and once they were inside, Grayson rushed away and to his bedroom. He shut the door, throwing his stuff down and diving into his bed. He set an alarm, going directly to sleep when his head hit the pillow. His sleep was peaceful as he'd been exhausted from the crying and lacrosse and everything. It seemed as though the sleep took centuries to get through, and eventually, the alarm was beeping, telling him to get up. He groaned, dragging himself out of bed and into his bathroom. He looked in the mirror.
"I look like s---," he mumbled, noticing the somewhat noticeable bags under his eyes. His hair was a mess, and since he hadn't showered when he came home, he knew it would be less cooperative. He threw on whatever clean clothes were in his closet, coming out with maroon pants and a grey sweater with a picture of a sunset on the front. He threw on a pair of black and grey Vans. The boy lazily threw on his backpack, hurrying back to fix his hair and brush his teeth. When he was done, he hurried out of the house with his motorcycle gloves, helmet, and jacket on his body. He started the motorcycle up, the satisfying rev music to his ears. He took off, pulling out of the driveway and heading onto the route to school. -
Don't worry about it.
Also you know how Grayson told him about the teacher he spent seventh period with I was wondering if you had any plans with that cause if not could he be Sebs english teacher? Because If Grayson is and aid then hes probably good with english and Seb you know... can't english very well...
Sebastian woke up to sun streaming in through all the windows of the room, he groaned loudly scared to open his eyes. He peaked and saw why his arms were asleep and that was the fault of the cat sleeping in and on his arms, he slid his body off the couch and carefully pulled his arms away from the cat making sure not to wake her up. He grabbed his glasses and backpack and he went up to his room, he put the memory chip into the computer to download them onto it and went and had a shower it wasn't very quick but it was quick enough.
He grabbed a few peices of clothing and bulled them on, they ended up being dark grey skinny jeans that were a little ripped a black 'wife beater' and a dark colored hoodie with some black-ish and white shoes that he didn't know what they were called but thay showed up in the house one day with a note from his mother telling him to wear them so thy were probably hella expansive. He quickly and slopply dried his hair with the towel so most of his hair was still pretty wet, he put on his glasses and looked at himself, he sighed and rolled up his jeans so they came to about the middle of his shins, he shrugged and said that was enough effort for that for one day. He went back over to his laptop and say that the pictures were done he pulled the card out and placed it in th case of the next card he took out and left it on thte desk. He grabbed a dark red beanie and pulled it on he grabbed his camera and his backpack and left the house as he put the card in the camera. He heard the front door lock behind him and he hopped in his car and started to drive to school. -
YES that would be the perfect way to get close and stuff yes I like it
Grayson the English tutor B) oh yes
awesome idea
Beside Grayson was feeling like like a speed demon, he was pulling into a parking lot in the school in five minutes flat. He pulled his helmet off, placing it into the designated storage compartment. He locked everything up, patting the side of the bike and walking off and into the score. He had been running slightly late and so the school was already open. The teenager entered, hurrying and grabbing his updated teacher's aid identification card from the office. When he exited the the office, he was greeted by a less than satisfied Justis. Grayson swallowed heavily, tilting his head and staring at him for a moment. Justis shook him gently, his face twisted into one of worry. "Dude, are you alright? You look like absolute crap. Plus, all of us tried texting and calling you. We went out last night. Like, to Johnny Rockets like old times. Shame you couldn't be there." Justis shook his head, heading off.
Grayson let out some grotesque noise. He yanked his wallet from his jacket pocket, sliding the card into his ID slot. The boy stormed off to his locker, grabbing the necessary items for the day and slamming it to a close when he was finished. The bell for homeroom sounded, and so he ran to make it on time. He was typically punctual, so he didn't worry when he sauntered into his homeroom a minute late. He lounged until the bell for first period sounded, and the day seemed to move at supersonic speed. AP psychology passed easily, Chemistry gone, Honors US 1, and so on. The clock was sped to make the day fly, it seemed. Grayson wasn't complaining. The faster seventh period came around, the better. He hoped the boy he'd met, Sebastian, would decide to show up. He didn't invite him for just anything. The other boy seemed interesting. A little different, even.
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