Post by Deucalion Lycaon on Jul 21, 2013 0:44:11 GMT -5
-this is a fight to the death - our holy war
this is a fight for the day, night - a victory dance-- a burning riot
This is a fight for love, lust, hate, desire
we are the children of the great empire
Lyrics: Conquistador - 30 Seconds to Mars
Notes: Was thinking along the lines of this:
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Deucalion paced uneasily. He stood alone with his thoughts in a penthouse room several floors above the Argents, decidedly irritated, but mostly at a loss. Information was only moving so fast. New creatures were rising all over the landscape and there were rumors that tidings were about to turn for the much worse. For all the Alpha knew, Gerard was off telling all his hunter buddies Deucalion's deepest secrets, one of the main issues spawning doubt in the werewolf's mind. Chris was getting more active after swearing to stay out of werewolf politics and hunting forever; really, there could only be one catalyst that would drive him to do so and it was itching at Deucalion's skin. He'd have to make a move soon or he'd be dealing with the entire Argent family again, a repeat of many years back. They may be smaller now, but they were no less skilled and no less of a threat.
Surprisingly, that wasn't the main issue at hand today. Deucalion had been debating for some time what direction and angle he wanted to take on Beacon Hills High. Enrolling Aidan and Ethan was the first step, but it was far from the last. He needed to think of the best possible position for them. Both had expressed eager distaste in the idea of going to school and he couldn't blame them. Teenage werewolves were bound to be rebellious - and what was the point of school when they could skip all the classes and just fight the Hale pack and any other enemy that came before them?
That argument had been a source of a lot of Deucalion's headaches as of late. When he had originally factored in the logistics of an Alpha pack, he hadn't allowed for quite enough flaming hormones. He needed someone for them to chase that would keep them off his back and more interested in doing what he needed of them. While Aidan and Ethan were never silent about their displeasure in being in school, they were never lacking when reporting back information that Deucalion could use. The Alpha had other sources as well -- and when he combined both, he had somewhat of a perfect storm condition that he could form.
Danny Māhealani and Lydia Martin. Not only had they already drawn his boys' short attention span, they were crucial to Scott's story. Lydia had connections with Peter that left quite a lot of questions unanswered and Danny was hard at work at a study even studious Mr. Harris disapproved of. Rumor had it that Danny was even involved with one of the incidents that had actually drawn Deucalion and his visionary plan to Beacon Hills.
The decision was made then. Deucalion took a breath and moved precariously around a glass table to rest, sitting, in the middle of a black satin couch. How did he know it was black and not some dreadful off color nightmare - or even if it was satin at all? Simply because he had requested it be that way - and he doubted very dearly that the contractor would lie to him. That... And, while the pack was away, he had taken a glimpse himself of the penthouse suite.
The door rattled, key being fit into the lock. No one but his pack had a key to the penthouse, so he had to assume it was the twins, back from a day at school. Impossible at this point to know if one or both was here until they opened the door, but nevertheless, he rested his cane on the floor, leaning it against the couch beside him. He sat back, hands clasped in front of him. Time to get this business straightened out and done with.
Surprisingly, that wasn't the main issue at hand today. Deucalion had been debating for some time what direction and angle he wanted to take on Beacon Hills High. Enrolling Aidan and Ethan was the first step, but it was far from the last. He needed to think of the best possible position for them. Both had expressed eager distaste in the idea of going to school and he couldn't blame them. Teenage werewolves were bound to be rebellious - and what was the point of school when they could skip all the classes and just fight the Hale pack and any other enemy that came before them?
That argument had been a source of a lot of Deucalion's headaches as of late. When he had originally factored in the logistics of an Alpha pack, he hadn't allowed for quite enough flaming hormones. He needed someone for them to chase that would keep them off his back and more interested in doing what he needed of them. While Aidan and Ethan were never silent about their displeasure in being in school, they were never lacking when reporting back information that Deucalion could use. The Alpha had other sources as well -- and when he combined both, he had somewhat of a perfect storm condition that he could form.
Danny Māhealani and Lydia Martin. Not only had they already drawn his boys' short attention span, they were crucial to Scott's story. Lydia had connections with Peter that left quite a lot of questions unanswered and Danny was hard at work at a study even studious Mr. Harris disapproved of. Rumor had it that Danny was even involved with one of the incidents that had actually drawn Deucalion and his visionary plan to Beacon Hills.
The decision was made then. Deucalion took a breath and moved precariously around a glass table to rest, sitting, in the middle of a black satin couch. How did he know it was black and not some dreadful off color nightmare - or even if it was satin at all? Simply because he had requested it be that way - and he doubted very dearly that the contractor would lie to him. That... And, while the pack was away, he had taken a glimpse himself of the penthouse suite.
The door rattled, key being fit into the lock. No one but his pack had a key to the penthouse, so he had to assume it was the twins, back from a day at school. Impossible at this point to know if one or both was here until they opened the door, but nevertheless, he rested his cane on the floor, leaning it against the couch beside him. He sat back, hands clasped in front of him. Time to get this business straightened out and done with.
This is a fight for love, lust, hate, desire
we are the children of the great empire
Lyrics: Conquistador - 30 Seconds to Mars
Notes: Was thinking along the lines of this:
www.designersofas4u.co.uk/images/pictures/product-images/jb/supra-sofa-brown-leather-sofa-bed-sofabed-bed-settee.jpg