#wolfxstorm

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No thinking, no troubles, no problems. Just relax and fun. He needed a night like that. He closed his eyes, letting the music and the percussions sink deep into his being, feeling it through his blood stream as he gulped down a shot of tequila to make everything even smoother. Wolves don’t get drunk, although he was certainly trying hard that night. He raised his hand and ordered another one, drinking it right away, then sat up from his chair and decided to take a good look around. He stopped next to the percussions. Paint and music, that was absolutely fascinating and he stared with an amused smile over his lips. He watched Rowan and smiled even more. She was really putting all of her efforts into it. She was simply fun to look at. Then… he saw paint and she turned around, mumbling something he could barely understand. “Ah… I’m not sure but… You know what… let’s get some water to make sure we clean your mouth ok?” He said taking her hand. “We’re gonna go back playing soon, don’t worry…” He walked her toward the counter and ordered a big glass of water. “Having fun, aren’t we?” He said chuckling.

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Rowan did her best to keep her mouth open and not swallow what was coating her tongue when the Master did nothing to reassure her that it was probably non-toxic.  When the bartender brought the glass of water, she did her best to swirl it around in her mouth and spit it out on the ground.  Probably disgusting but it wasn’t like there was a handy spit bucket nearby like it was the OK Saloon.  Finally satisfied that her mouth was as washed out as she could get it, she turned to the hero of the moment and smiled.  A little high, so enjoying herself maybe even more than usual.  “Yes!” she shouted to be heard over the music, bouncing happily as one hand reached out to grip at James’ forearm.  And added paint to it.  She started giggling at the sight, going up on tiptoes and pulling close so she could talk in his ear so she wouldn’t have to shout too loud.  “Sorry not sorry?  Come drum with me!  Get messy!  Let your metaphorical hair down!”

James was used to see new people coming around, it was a normal thing at the school. But this scene. This scene forced him to stop and observe the curious new addiction to the school. He did not hurry to his room for a shower after his morning swim. Instead, he stood close enough so he could hear him talking to his dogs in such a lovely manner that he could barely keep back a smile. In fact, right when he was mentioning the hot season, James decided to stop being rude and introduce himself, but apparently one of his dog had already noticed him, cause as soon as he stepped closer, they moved their tails and one jumped with his paws over his stomach. “Hey aren’t you friendly!” He said, petting the dog and guiding down back on his four paws, before crouching down and petting the other one too. “Your dogs are very sweet.” He said. He knew that. As a wolf, some dogs had a bit of a problem with him: they never knew if they could trust him. “My name is James. I am a student here. Welcome to the institute. Would you like some help to bring the things up in your room?” He asked, gently. “Or maybe you’d like some cold water. Summer is gonna be pretty hot this year..”

Leslie looked up as Virgil darted out towards James, his leash snapping out of Les’ grip before he even realized he’d gone. Artie barked at James, even though Virgil had taken a quick smell and jumped on James, deciding he was friendly enough after getting petted. Artemis backed up, standing in front of her master, less trusting of the wolf. They were sheep dogs, after all, trained to keep animals away from picking off the herd. Leslie’s sunglasses fell towards the tip of his nose, moving to pick up Virgil’s leash. 

“Sorry-- I’m Leslie. Hello. Sorry, they’re not really used to people... Virg, c’mon...” He gathered the leash in his hand with Artie’s and grabbed the handle of his rolling suitcase again. He’d read his packet when they’d gotten closer to the island on the boat, tucked away in the front pocket with his passport and all that. If James was a student, that might have made him a slave, which was terrible and Leslie didn’t want the young man thinking he was obligated to help just because Leslie was a professor.

James didn’t know why, but he found clumsiness to be.. rather cute. He couldn’t do otherwise, it was cuteness for him and when the girl bumped into him while running around to find her belongings he couldn’t do much but smile at her. “Let me guess.. you’re new here..” He said, helping her collect few of her things and picking up her boxes. “It’s ok. You know the first time you arrive here it’s a little bit confusing. So where are you headed? Do you have a room number?” He asked. She looked pretty adorable to say the truth, but James had this instinct of protecting almost everybody. And she seemed to be pretty exposed for a newbie. “I am James by the way. Welcome to the institute.” He said, remembering his manners for a moment, placing one of the boxes down and kissing her hand.

“Oh- Yeah,” Ashley smiled at the man who helped her pick up her tipped over box. “Yeah, sorry about that. I do have a room number it’s...” she turned around in a circle before pulling the papers she’d gotten from the administration office out of her back pocket. “Right here!” she giggled sheepishly before opening the paper and looking at it. “I’m in room... 213,” she looked up at the taller man and smiled at him before he took her hand and kissed her knuckles. “Oh wow- um, aha,” she giggled nervously, a small blush creeping across her cheeks. “I’m uh, I’m Ash- Ashley, but um, you can call me Ash.” 

wolfxstorm​:

Last time he was on the stage.. he couldn’t even remember when it was, but he noticed that from time to time the thought would wander there. The stage, the lights, the emotions. He liked psychology a lot, made him understand a lot about himself as well, but the stage... The stage was something else. James walked slowly on it and he looked at the beautiful teacher, bowing down to her with a smile on his face. “Mylady.” He said. “I gave my availability to help for the show with everything that’s needed, but I thought.. I thought to try out and see if theater was still running in my veins, if you know what I mean.” He said. “I’d like to try and audition. What would you like me to do?”

Grace’s smile changed quickly from regal to warm when the scent of wolf reached her and James’s voice filled the empty auditorium. “Why darling! What a delight it is to see you!” She exclaimed, jumping to her feet in a graceful movement and embracing the large blonde man. “Now, are you truly itching that much to be back on the stage again? Or is this simply an elaborate ploy to spend more time with me? Either answer is acceptable” She teased, placing a kiss to each cheek before pulling back to get a good look at him. “Sweet James..once the stage is in your blood, it never leaves. No one knows this more than myself” Grace smiled fondly. “Do you have anything prepared? A song or monologue perhaps? I will happily listen to anything you should care to do for me”

Pale green eyes shifted upwards, as Daisy checked the position of the sun in the sky. Even though they were still on extended curfew, and she felt that she knew the woods well enough by now, getting caught alone in them at dark was always something she tried to avoid. Most of the wolves and shifters on the island were super nice and knew her, but that didn’t mean there still wasn’t any dangers. It had been far too long since she had been hunting for Wrackspurts though, and she couldn’t resist since she had a new pair of spectrespecs.

Slipping on the glaces, she made her way carefully through the trees and foliage. But being who she was, it wasn’t long before she tripped over a fallen branch. “Dammit...” Daisy sighed, pushing the glasses onto her forehead as she sat to examine the damage. Nothing too serious, but she had skinned up her knees pretty badly. “Good job Daisy..” She mumbled to herself, russet head jerking up as she heard a noise nearby. “Oh! Who’s there?”

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Cherry jerked her arm away from James’ touch but relented when he spoke to the guards and she realized what he was trying to do. She took a deep breath, not even second guessing his intentions and walked over to the bench, drying her eyes with his offered napkin. It was scratchy and she knew her eye make up was runny and ruined, liquid eyeliner smeared off now.

It was a shame to look so dreadful in front of such a handsome guy who seemed genuinely worried about her. With really lovely kind eyes...

She gasped out a sob, feeling like a damn fool for thinking she could just come to a school like this no strings attached other than ‘working’... There had been no offered job descriptions of where she might work to pay off her loan. She should have known better. And to think she could just pick up with Daisy and Lily again like nothing happened? Like she hadn’t had a vision of their daddy’s death only to do nothing about something she couldn’t properly interoperate? 

“C-cherry... I’m majoring in... in divination magic.” 

Ava had gone for a run. There were things on her mind, that she just couldn’t seem to push out. That darkness kept trying to creep up and out of her, but she kept pushing it back down. She kept herself in check, for now. But, it seemed as though things weren’t going to get pushed away so easily. So, she ran, and she ran hard. She had great stamina, but she still found herself running, until she felt the burning in her calves. 

She wasn’t entirely sure how or when she arrived at James’s place, but here she was. She debated on whether or not to just turn around, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She bit her lip, knocking on the door, before taking a couple steps back. Sweat prickled her forehead, and she glanced off to the side.

“M-Matthew and Grace of course. I’d like to know a-all my friends a b-bit more though and I-I just met a couple new people.” 

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