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Post by Paul Huron on Nov 4, 2010 0:46:13 GMT 10
 Seeing Rachel had hardly improved his mood. Explaining the dangers her brother was willingly putting them all in had been easy enough. She had been quick to agree that a creature like Talsa was too powerful to simply have wandering around. Hell, all of their kind were dangerous at first; ticking time bombs, easily set off at the slightest provocation. But adding the vampire element to things made the situation that much more dire. Which was why Paul had offered her the most viable solution; he wasn’t going to leave her side, not with that thing roaming around. It only made since that she come and live with him; where he could watch her and better ensure her safety. He should have expected the push back, her resistance; after all it was the only thing she had to bargain with. Living together, or so she had said, was for people who were married, or getting married, taking steps toward their future. AKA, as long as he wouldn’t agree to walking down the isle, she wouldn’t be relocating to his place.
For years now Rachel had made it no secret that she wanted marriage. And now, ten years later, that desire had grown even stronger. She wanted a family, to settle down and while Paul knew for certain that she was the only one he would ever want, the thought of marriage or god forbid, children, still unnerved him. So naturally when the conversation had segued into that all too familiar territory, he had done all he could to get out. Alone in the woods again, he wrapped his shorts around his leg and willed on the shift. He wouldn’t venture too far from the Black’s Cabin. He needed to make sure Rachel was safe and that meant running all night if he had to. He could hear the distant voices of those who were on patrol, but one had been steadily moving closer to him since he’d shifted. “Not tonight, Sam,” he growled mentally, “I’m not in the mood.”
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Post by Sam Uley on Nov 7, 2010 23:06:38 GMT 10
sam was in his shadow form patrolling down the river closest to the blacks cabin he had alot on his mind. his son talsa posed a bigger threat then he first thought possible now with the add danger of his vampire part being more dominant then first thought sam was staring to wonder how long it was before the tribe tried to kick him out for good.
suddenly her knew he was not alone so he instantly shifted his thoughts to something else the sound of a sigh caught his attention it was paul he shuddered at the thought of him knowing that talsa was his son
"paul"he thought toward him
"we need to talk" not now then when
"no its important" humph not in the mood ay
"fine you go and sulk over the new creature thats on our land then" sam thought out as he headed away from the river towards the forest
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Post by Paul Huron on Nov 10, 2010 0:53:51 GMT 10
He didn’t want to turn around, didn’t want to stop and discuss any of this further than he already had, but the taunt in Sam’s tone irked him and he found his paws slowing, coming to a stop in no time. Fur bristling, he located the other wolf and made his way toward him. He wasn’t sure what Sam could possibly have to add to this, but nonetheless, he wasn’t about to let someone imply that he was pouting. He wasn’t, he was just pissed that no one seemed to comprehend just how dangerous this thing could potentially be. “I suppose you’re onboard with Jacob? Since when did our pack become a bunch of leech lovers? Not sure you care, but we’re supposed to be hunting them, not inviting them to feed on the tribe.”
(OOC: Hey there, Paul doesn't know Talsa's Sam's son yet. Jacob started to tell him but didn't get the chance before Paul started being a loud mouth again :3 )
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Post by Sam Uley on Nov 19, 2010 1:40:32 GMT 10
sam listened to paul and shuddered he hoped that paul wouldn't notice it to much but now was the time to talk if any
"paul this thing may not be as bad as you think"sam thought tilting his head to the floor taking in a deep breath.
"maybe you should give i a shot after all jake is the dominant alpha "he thought cloing is eyes knowing that his alpha position was still in effect with paul he thought his beta would trust him more
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Post by Paul Huron on Nov 19, 2010 9:32:18 GMT 10
Had everyone drank the damn Kool-Aid? Paul wondered. He could hardly believe the words that were coming out of Sam’s mouth, or rather, passing through their link. Sam was the one who had given the order to kill Renesmee all those years ago. Back then it’d seemed he’d had half a brain; hell, Paul had been right there with him, in full agreement that they couldn’t allow whatever it was Bella was carrying to flourish. What had happened since then to make him switch teams? "Maybe you should give it a shot; after all Jake is the dominant alpha." Paul’s ears were practically burning. “Have you lost your mind?” he shot back.
“Sam, Renesmee being on our land is bad enough. I know Jake trusts her, but she’s still partially one of them. She could turn in an instant with the right temptation.” He dug his paw into the ground, frustrated but refusing to back down, “This Talsa character is the same kind of danger; and I for one am not about to sit back and let something like that threaten my family or my imprint. I don’t care who the hell Jake is. Blood doesn’t make you a good alpha anymore than heritage makes you a good king. Jake has proven over and over that the well being of the rez and the pack is the least of his concern. He chose Bella over everything when she was pregnant and he’s choosing these half-breeds now.”
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