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Post by Allyson Nyght on Apr 9, 2009 22:10:34 GMT -5
((sorry if there are too many open posts...))
Aly couldn't stand it anymore...She had gone to the stables and pulled out the tack for Neva and saddled her up. Mikey was with her as she jumped on the horse and raced out of the barn. Her son was in a seat thing on her back as they raced to the beach. It took several minutes as Neva was out of shape.
It had been only a couple weeks since Aly had argued with Max and walked out with her son, and she couldn't help but wonder how her daughter was doing. As she walked the beach, Aly held Mikey in her lap so he could see better. They reached some beach logs halfway down the beach and Aly jumped off. She let Neva go to chew on some seaweed after she removed the two small saddle bags she had brought with that contained food and toys. She put them by the logs and walked out into the cool water and just stared with Mikey in her arms. Her sneakers and jeans were soaked up to her knees. Her pheonix tank top finished off her outfit with flames and the bottom of it. The wind started up and Neva gave a neigh, but Aly didn't hear as she continued to stare at nothing...She didn't notice the feeling that crept up her back, saying that someone was nearby, watching...
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Post by Tyler Viehman on Apr 9, 2009 22:19:51 GMT -5
The smell of saltwater, horseflesh, and human filled the air. His green eyes shot directly at the horse that whinnied, he snorted and then wrinkled his nose... god he hated horses. His eyes shot back to Ali, and the kid she was holding. He had nothing but a blank stare on his face as he stared hard and long at the scene. He was wearing a black beater, jeans and no shoes. His hands were in his pockets and the wind tassled his reddish brown hair. His piercing green eyes were almost burning a hole into Ali as he stared. He then using his vampric speed was next to her in a flash, sand kicked up from where he stopped short. He was directly next to her, facing the same way, looking the same direction as she was. He opened his mouth to speak, "Your alone with one of your children... what's going on with the Valora's lately?" he asked half smiling....
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Post by Allyson Nyght on Apr 9, 2009 22:34:55 GMT -5
The waves moved about her knees as Aly stood there, not flinching when Tyler Viehmen came out of nowhere. Her son on the other hand had been frightened and struggled a little before he buried his face in her hair. Aly didn't answer till Mikey was calmed down, "There is nothing going on that you need worry about. I'm not allowed to take my son to the beach, just the two of us?" Her voice was icy as she turned to face him, her eyes firey behind her glasses. "What is it that you think is going on?"
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Post by Tyler Viehman on Apr 9, 2009 23:15:46 GMT -5
Ty only smiled as he heard her icey tone. He loved pissing people off. He saw her kid cower and he rolled his eyes, "Not the tougher tike I'd thought he would be... I mean since it's spawned by you." He said giving her a challenging look. His gaze returned to the water and he said. "Well I'd think you'd have both your kids, oh and maybe that ignorant prick that follows you around.. hmmm... what's his name... oh yeah. Max." His hissed the name out and then stared at the kid as it hid in Ali's hair....
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Post by Allyson Nyght on Apr 10, 2009 12:07:47 GMT -5
Mikey suddenly hissed at Tyler and seemed to fluff up in some strange way seeming larger than he actually was. "Don't judge upon first impressions...remember..." She didn't say anything when he mentioned Max, but suddenly her hand swung around and she held him by the throat with a clawed hand. "Just because I choose to take only my son out doesn't mean that there is a problem you need to worry about or know for that matter. Hell it doesn't mean there is a problem." Her lips were turned up into a snarl, her son immitating her face almost perfectly.
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Post by Mercy Rhodes on Apr 10, 2009 12:38:46 GMT -5
Mercy walked alongside the water on the beach, holding her son's hand as he stumbled along with her. She was wearing a pair of jeans with the legs rolled up and a purple blouse. Her brown curly hair was pulled back in a clip and she had on a pair of black flip flops. Jacob was wearing a pair of jeans with black sandals and a black and gray shirt. He was a tiny version of Tyler with his tousled brown hair and vibrant green eyes.
Mercy smiled down at her giggling son and then her gray eyes traveled to two people in the distance. Anger bubbled through her and she picked up Jake, holding him on her hip as she walked up behind Aly. "Is there a reason you have your hand around my husband's throat?" she said, standing behind Aly. Jake leaned over and was giving Mike a weird look as he saw the look on his face, his green eyes turning red.
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Post by Tyler Viehman on Apr 10, 2009 12:43:45 GMT -5
Ty just smiled as Ali grabbed him by the throat. He cocked his head to the side and said, "Oh I don't know... Your usually stuck with both so I thought somethign happened." He said making a face at the little one. "Does he always act like a pussy? Or is that inherited from mom?" he asked half smiling. Then he heard Mercy's voice and he couldn't help but smile wider....
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Post by Allyson Nyght on Apr 10, 2009 12:54:27 GMT -5
"Yes...I have my reasons." Aly let go and her hand relaxed back to normal. "I'm sorry you have to call this thing a husband." She suddenly heard a low growling coming from her son's throat. She spotted the cause as she stepped from between the two. "Does your son always threaten the lives of other children?" The snarl was back in her voice as she stared at the two of them. Her son was glaring back at the little red eyed boy with his own icy blue eyes and a low growl eminating from his throat.
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Post by Mercy Rhodes on Apr 10, 2009 13:07:36 GMT -5
Mercy cocked a brow and put Jacob down in the sand, he was growing too... hot to hold. He stared back at the other boy, not even glaring. The problem was that the boy had posed a threat. Jake's vampiric instincts were kicking in and he was getting on the defensive side of things, not offensive. He stood by his mother, looking at the weird boy that was growling and hissing at him.
She gave Aly a look and gritted her teeth. "Excuse me?" she said, looking over at Aly's kid. "I believe your son was the one growling at my son. And I'd rather be married to that thing than to whatever it is that you call a husband..."
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Post by Allyson Nyght on Apr 10, 2009 17:31:25 GMT -5
"My son wasn't growling at him right away he was growing at you husband." Aly spit out the words as she held Micheal closer to her side, she found him worse than a guard dog when she was threatened. She couldn't say anything about Max since it was a sore subject and was the reason she had come out here. "Just like his father I see...In all ways?" Her snarl rippled across her face as she fought to remain the shape she was, though was thankful that Micheal was more like her than Max.
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Post by Tyler Viehman on Apr 11, 2009 11:35:24 GMT -5
Ty narrowed his eyes at Ali. His hands erupted in flames and he bared his fangs at her. Then he felt her powers come to him and he half smiled and morphed into a tiger... her tiger form. Her grip was ripped from hsi throat and he sat on his hindquarters and flicked his tail. He smished his tail back and forth watched his son and Ali's son, his wife and Ali. He almost purred and his eyes stayed green. "Not in all ways." Ty said with a content look. "Mercy has a temper too..." He said half smiling, his whiskers twitching....
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Post by Mercy Rhodes on Apr 11, 2009 12:21:36 GMT -5
Mercy tilted her head to the side, an angered and yet somehow calm look on her face. "Then can you blame him for getting defensive of his father?" she said, her gray eyes burning furiously into hers. She hardly noticed as her anger was building up inside that things on the beach were starting to lift up into the air. Rocks and shells... driftwood. It all started to lift into the air, floating there. "Is that a bad thing that he's like his parents?" she asked her, cocking a brow, a dangerous dare in her look. Jacob stood by his mother's side, holding onto her leg to stay steady. He was calm, staring at the other boy still and then watching curiously as his father suddenly turned into a tiger. He let out a small giggle seeing the large cat and then his attention turned back to the boy.
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Post by Allyson Nyght on Apr 11, 2009 12:32:52 GMT -5
Aly snarled as she felt her power to shift leave her. "If that was my childs father I wouldn't let him get defensive over him." Her son had wiggled out of her arms and onto the ground by her leg where he stood in front of her with out her help growling. She turned her attention to Tyler. "Don't you love a power that's tied to your emotions so closely?" It was true, her shapeshifting was effected greatly by her emotions. She got down in a crouch with her hand in front of her son and a smile on her face.
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Post by Tyler Viehman on Apr 11, 2009 22:30:26 GMT -5
Ty cocked his head at her and then pulled back his lips and hissed. He then heard Jacob laugh and Ty couldn't help but chuckle. His green eyes gazed around and watched thigns lift up. "Hmmm..." HE said plainly and then got up and slunk around them both and onto drier sand, watching them both. He yawned his big canines shining brightly. "Oh your just mad cause your son is more like a girl than what you want him to be like." He said purring....
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Post by Mercy Rhodes on Apr 12, 2009 8:17:37 GMT -5
"Oh yeah?" Mercy said, glancing down at her son. She would have held him away from the strange, growling boy, but she could feel heat rolling off of him from where he stood right next to her. Even the hand he had on her leg had heated up, but s"he paid it no mind. "Is that a bad thing? Isn't family supposed to be there to defend each other? Or don't you Valoras live by that rule on life?"
Jacob saw that the boy had moved closer and was still growling at him. His eyes turned a deeper shade of red and he backed his head up a little, staring at the boy with a what-the-hell kinda look on his face. Tilting his head back, he looked up at his mother with wide eyes and his mouth in the shape of and O. He looked back at the little boy and it was like his eyes were on fire as his personal bubble was being invaded and the instinct to protect himself was sinking in, pushing him toward the edge.
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