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Vanessa. That was her name. What an odd girl, Gabriel thought. She was the one in trouble, yet she insisted he was the crazy one for being on his own out here. "Nice to meet you, Vanessa. You should take your own advice though." he said as she left. Gabriel pulled his hood back over his head and watched as she disappeared around the next corner. There was something strange with that girl. Something familiar. Her scent was mingled with the makeup that most girls' scents were, but there was something that pierced the veil. He couldn't quite put a finger on what, but he it compelled him to follow her. To make sure she was fine all the way back home.
She had heard the talk of alphas, packs and Streetfangs. Gabriel didn't mind, it's not like she had any idea of what it really meant.
He followed from afar. He knew how to stay hidden in the maze of streets and she didn't have his sense of smell, so she had no idea. He stopped as she came out on a bigger road and found her apartment. It wasn't much to cheer for, but hey, that's way more than he had. He could've taken the money. He could've left her to her fate with the Up-Town-Pack... But he didn't. He wasn't human anymore, yet he wanted to think that he was still humane.
As Vanessa closed the door behind her, she would see Gabriel disappearing behind the alleyway they had come from. Just a split second, but she would still know somehow that it was him.
Returning to the hideout, Gabriel greeted his pack with the usual hugs and handshakes. They had all brought back enough food. They would live one more day. When you have nothing in this world, it takes little to cheer you up. And that's exactly what his pack did to each other.
They shared food and drink, talked and laughed together. There were just the five of them, including Gabriel.
There was Jaze, an african-american fellow that was surprisingly a lot of muscle even though he lived on the streets. He had basicly no hair on his head but a thin mustasche still decorated his upper lip. He had brought an almost depleted skewer of kebab from a store that was about to throw it out. He had gotten it peacefully, as he was a gentle soul.
Then there's Conrad, an older man of about 45, but still the one who has been a werewolf the shortest time. He was turned just a few years ago despite everyone thinking you could only be turned during your childhood. They used to joke that he was the exception that confirmed the rule.
His hair was longer and unkempt, with gray strands sticking out here and there. His beard wasn't bushy but still rather unkempt as well. He had lived on the streets longer than any other of the Streetfangs, and was considered the wisest of the pack. Gabriel valued his wisdom highly, as he also had quite a high education and used to have some sort of educated job. Gabriel had never asked.
Conrad had brought a few dry leftover buns from a bontainer behind a bakery. How they were as clean as they were, nobody knew.
Robyn Summers. The only one of the pack that actually had a last-name that she used. She was the youngest of the group, only 16, but had been a street urchin all her life. She had short black hair and a very punk-ish style. Quite the attitude to fit with it, too. She never did like violence however.
Robyn had brought fruits that she had stolen from a closing streetshop. The owner hadn't noticed until it was too late.
Lastly, there was Thomas. A young man who had taken one too many wrong turns in life and ended up on the streets just like the rest of them. He wanted to change his ways and become a better man, and Gabriel had helped him with that. They stood each other close, and considered each other wingmen. Thomas had short-ish brown hair and deep blue eyes. Despite his homelessness, he was quite the good looker. The other teased him about this, calling him princess sometimes.
Thomas had brought a rabbit he had managed to kill in one of the parks.
Gabriel smiled. He didn't care where they were from or what they had done in their previous lives. They were family to him, and they saw him as their leader. He was proud of his gang.
She had heard the talk of alphas, packs and Streetfangs. Gabriel didn't mind, it's not like she had any idea of what it really meant.
He followed from afar. He knew how to stay hidden in the maze of streets and she didn't have his sense of smell, so she had no idea. He stopped as she came out on a bigger road and found her apartment. It wasn't much to cheer for, but hey, that's way more than he had. He could've taken the money. He could've left her to her fate with the Up-Town-Pack... But he didn't. He wasn't human anymore, yet he wanted to think that he was still humane.
As Vanessa closed the door behind her, she would see Gabriel disappearing behind the alleyway they had come from. Just a split second, but she would still know somehow that it was him.
Returning to the hideout, Gabriel greeted his pack with the usual hugs and handshakes. They had all brought back enough food. They would live one more day. When you have nothing in this world, it takes little to cheer you up. And that's exactly what his pack did to each other.
They shared food and drink, talked and laughed together. There were just the five of them, including Gabriel.
There was Jaze, an african-american fellow that was surprisingly a lot of muscle even though he lived on the streets. He had basicly no hair on his head but a thin mustasche still decorated his upper lip. He had brought an almost depleted skewer of kebab from a store that was about to throw it out. He had gotten it peacefully, as he was a gentle soul.
Then there's Conrad, an older man of about 45, but still the one who has been a werewolf the shortest time. He was turned just a few years ago despite everyone thinking you could only be turned during your childhood. They used to joke that he was the exception that confirmed the rule.
His hair was longer and unkempt, with gray strands sticking out here and there. His beard wasn't bushy but still rather unkempt as well. He had lived on the streets longer than any other of the Streetfangs, and was considered the wisest of the pack. Gabriel valued his wisdom highly, as he also had quite a high education and used to have some sort of educated job. Gabriel had never asked.
Conrad had brought a few dry leftover buns from a bontainer behind a bakery. How they were as clean as they were, nobody knew.
Robyn Summers. The only one of the pack that actually had a last-name that she used. She was the youngest of the group, only 16, but had been a street urchin all her life. She had short black hair and a very punk-ish style. Quite the attitude to fit with it, too. She never did like violence however.
Robyn had brought fruits that she had stolen from a closing streetshop. The owner hadn't noticed until it was too late.
Lastly, there was Thomas. A young man who had taken one too many wrong turns in life and ended up on the streets just like the rest of them. He wanted to change his ways and become a better man, and Gabriel had helped him with that. They stood each other close, and considered each other wingmen. Thomas had short-ish brown hair and deep blue eyes. Despite his homelessness, he was quite the good looker. The other teased him about this, calling him princess sometimes.
Thomas had brought a rabbit he had managed to kill in one of the parks.
Gabriel smiled. He didn't care where they were from or what they had done in their previous lives. They were family to him, and they saw him as their leader. He was proud of his gang.
The two underdogs grinned widely as they held up the bag of money, hearing the clink of the coins as they moved it around. "You got the money, now let me go" the girl said. All three of them laughed in unison, until she spat in the leader's face. The alleyway fell into harsh silence. Gabriel almost snorted from laughing, but he held it back and stayed quiet. It was about time to make his entrence.
"Now look here, you wench... I've been nice, I've given ya a chance to do as I say, but you repay me with this?" he says angrily, his jaw clenching and his grip of her wrist tightening. "Why I oughta show you--" "Let her go, dog." said Gabriel, stepping out from behind his corner. All three of them turned to him in surprise. He wasn't exactly a tall fellow and he was hiding behind his hood so he didn't exactly instill fear... But the three did feel an unease when looking upon him. They looked at each other, as if oblivious as to why they couldn't feel his scent until now. "Let her go." he said again. The leader pulled down his hood, revealing a shaved head, disaligned teeth and a big malformed nose, probably having healed in an odd angle after an injury. He even had a scar running through his left eyebrow. Combined, it all made him look quite ugly. "And who the fuck are you supposed to be?!" he said, angrily. Obviously annoyed with the disturbance. Gabriel responded with pulling down his own hood, which made the two underdogs back off. "Step away." he said, taking a step towards them. The leader let go of the girl, but didn't back off. He instead took a few steps forward, coming up face-to-face with Gabriel... And he was a good foot taller than Gabriel was. "What are you gonna do about it, pup?" the disfigured thug said. The underdogs twitched as they heard him say it. They beckoned him to step away. "The hell man, you know who this is! We gotta go man!" one of them said. "Yeah bro that's Streetfang's alpha." said the other. The leader snarled at them. "Cowards! He's nothing but a--" he began, but was interrupted with Gabriel putting a hand on his chest and a foot behind his legs, pushing forward. The big man fell backwards on his ass onto the wet concrete backalley ground. Gabriel kept walking towards the other two, who promptly handed over the bag of money and ran off into the alleyways. "You alright, miss?" Gabriel said, not minding the big thug getting up behind him. He turned to the girl whom the gang had harassed. "Some people ought to learn of manners, eh?" He handed over the bag of coins to her, then turned to the big thug who had just gotten up from his embarassing trip. He was going to open his mouth and start sputtering insults, but Gabriel silenced him quickly with an angry look. "You should know better than to intrude on my territory, dog." he said, staring him down. The big man stayed silent, but soon frowned and scurried away. "Our alpha will hear of this!" he hisses as he leaves. Gabriel sighs. "These alleys are usually safe. I'm sorry you had to be harassed by those asses." he said and turned back to the girl. "I'm Gabriel."
"Now look here, you wench... I've been nice, I've given ya a chance to do as I say, but you repay me with this?" he says angrily, his jaw clenching and his grip of her wrist tightening. "Why I oughta show you--" "Let her go, dog." said Gabriel, stepping out from behind his corner. All three of them turned to him in surprise. He wasn't exactly a tall fellow and he was hiding behind his hood so he didn't exactly instill fear... But the three did feel an unease when looking upon him. They looked at each other, as if oblivious as to why they couldn't feel his scent until now. "Let her go." he said again. The leader pulled down his hood, revealing a shaved head, disaligned teeth and a big malformed nose, probably having healed in an odd angle after an injury. He even had a scar running through his left eyebrow. Combined, it all made him look quite ugly. "And who the fuck are you supposed to be?!" he said, angrily. Obviously annoyed with the disturbance. Gabriel responded with pulling down his own hood, which made the two underdogs back off. "Step away." he said, taking a step towards them. The leader let go of the girl, but didn't back off. He instead took a few steps forward, coming up face-to-face with Gabriel... And he was a good foot taller than Gabriel was. "What are you gonna do about it, pup?" the disfigured thug said. The underdogs twitched as they heard him say it. They beckoned him to step away. "The hell man, you know who this is! We gotta go man!" one of them said. "Yeah bro that's Streetfang's alpha." said the other. The leader snarled at them. "Cowards! He's nothing but a--" he began, but was interrupted with Gabriel putting a hand on his chest and a foot behind his legs, pushing forward. The big man fell backwards on his ass onto the wet concrete backalley ground. Gabriel kept walking towards the other two, who promptly handed over the bag of money and ran off into the alleyways. "You alright, miss?" Gabriel said, not minding the big thug getting up behind him. He turned to the girl whom the gang had harassed. "Some people ought to learn of manners, eh?" He handed over the bag of coins to her, then turned to the big thug who had just gotten up from his embarassing trip. He was going to open his mouth and start sputtering insults, but Gabriel silenced him quickly with an angry look. "You should know better than to intrude on my territory, dog." he said, staring him down. The big man stayed silent, but soon frowned and scurried away. "Our alpha will hear of this!" he hisses as he leaves. Gabriel sighs. "These alleys are usually safe. I'm sorry you had to be harassed by those asses." he said and turned back to the girl. "I'm Gabriel."
Thanks man! I'll drop in once in a while to check up on you guys. I love the IC so far.
It's alright my friend.
Some unforeseen events have come up around here so turn 11 will be postponed for a little while. This is going to be a hectic week for me but I'll do what I can when I have the time. I apologize in advance!
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Some unforeseen events have come up around here so turn 11 will be postponed for a little while. This is going to be a hectic week for me but I'll do what I can when I have the time. I apologize in advance!
I guess this one is not happening then?
I was about to drop out anyway but seeing as it's been a week since last activity I guess it's a lost cause anyway.
I was about to drop out anyway but seeing as it's been a week since last activity I guess it's a lost cause anyway.
i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry I meant to use the other guy's name. The short one. What's his darn name again?
*checks character section*
DRAKE! It was DRAKE!
*checks character section*
DRAKE! It was DRAKE!
Hay @Rhymer, mind if I put this on hold for a while? Some stuff has come up and I'm gonna be less active than usual. I hope you don't mind!
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Hey Voltus. I'm gonna have to drop out of this one. Stuff has come up and I'll be less active than usual (probably). I hope that's okay with you guys!
thanks bro
*puts on sunglasses*
Edit: By the way this week is going to be hectic for me so I might be less active than usual. Sorry in advance!
*puts on sunglasses*
Edit: By the way this week is going to be hectic for me so I might be less active than usual. Sorry in advance!
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