Ash Kyrian
Jul 25th, 2010, 11:59:41 AM
He was young.
Perhaps too young, to be leading his pack.
But no matter that he'd only reached thirty-two summers, Ash was already the strongest of them. The only one that could lead them and defend the others when necessary.
Of course, when the pack had so few members, and those few were the last of their kind, there was little to argue over. They needed to survive and to grow, not argue over protocol.
Ash shook his head, fingers tearing through his damp hair as he stared blankly into the mirror. The last few attempted transformations had not taken...in fact, the last one had taken to the change so badly that he'd been forced to put her down. It was the duty of the pack leader and one he'd have gladly passed off to someone else if it meant he wouldn't have to kill someone he'd tried to transform in the first place.
He muttered to himself as he turned and padded barefoot into his bedroom to get dressed. If nothing else, he should at least put in an appearance at the club. There was a rumor of others passing through his fair city and if they stopped in, he should be there to greet them.
Perhaps he'd even find a diversion for the next evening or two. It would do him good to be lost in something other than pack business for a change.
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A long leather coat guarded against the chill in the air as he walked up Commonwealth Avenue towards the Common, boots making little sound along the sidewalk. He breathed deep once he entered the green space, pausing to remind himself that he'd have to organize a pack hunt soon. Too much city living would dull their senses and their instincts.
Through the park and out the far end onto Park Street, Ash was pleased to see a healthy line had already formed outside of The Union. A seemingly nondescript building with a brick facade from two hundred years prior, the interior was refurbished in a more modern style. Each room had a theme, and a bartender mixing a select few drinks.
He clapped one of the doormen on the shoulder by way of greeting before making his way inside. Noise greeted him, but not the overwhelming assault one found in less tasteful clubs. It was a pleasant mix of voices and music that felt good to his ears as opposed to a baleful cacophony. A young redhead took his coat and set his favorite drink in his hand. A decidedly good way to begin.
Perhaps too young, to be leading his pack.
But no matter that he'd only reached thirty-two summers, Ash was already the strongest of them. The only one that could lead them and defend the others when necessary.
Of course, when the pack had so few members, and those few were the last of their kind, there was little to argue over. They needed to survive and to grow, not argue over protocol.
Ash shook his head, fingers tearing through his damp hair as he stared blankly into the mirror. The last few attempted transformations had not taken...in fact, the last one had taken to the change so badly that he'd been forced to put her down. It was the duty of the pack leader and one he'd have gladly passed off to someone else if it meant he wouldn't have to kill someone he'd tried to transform in the first place.
He muttered to himself as he turned and padded barefoot into his bedroom to get dressed. If nothing else, he should at least put in an appearance at the club. There was a rumor of others passing through his fair city and if they stopped in, he should be there to greet them.
Perhaps he'd even find a diversion for the next evening or two. It would do him good to be lost in something other than pack business for a change.
---
A long leather coat guarded against the chill in the air as he walked up Commonwealth Avenue towards the Common, boots making little sound along the sidewalk. He breathed deep once he entered the green space, pausing to remind himself that he'd have to organize a pack hunt soon. Too much city living would dull their senses and their instincts.
Through the park and out the far end onto Park Street, Ash was pleased to see a healthy line had already formed outside of The Union. A seemingly nondescript building with a brick facade from two hundred years prior, the interior was refurbished in a more modern style. Each room had a theme, and a bartender mixing a select few drinks.
He clapped one of the doormen on the shoulder by way of greeting before making his way inside. Noise greeted him, but not the overwhelming assault one found in less tasteful clubs. It was a pleasant mix of voices and music that felt good to his ears as opposed to a baleful cacophony. A young redhead took his coat and set his favorite drink in his hand. A decidedly good way to begin.