Morning Research [Manasseh/open]

[DR. TEAGAN BRECKENRIDGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wpt7p.png); border: 5px #45240f solid; border-radius: 15px;] [style=text-align: right; margin: 15px 10px 0px 150px; font: 20px Times; color: #963b1c; letter-spacing: 2px; opacity: .8;]Dr. Teagan Gracie Breckenridge thirty • wolf biologist • vegetarian [/style] they say roses are red and violets are purple; sugar is sweet and so is maple surple The crunch of frost underfoot was the only sounds that Dr. Breckenridge made as she traversed the woods. She had a maroon backpack slung over her left shoulder and a rather chipper look on her face. On most days, she dressed with the utmost femininity, dresses or cute tops to show off her youthful body. Today, the thirty-year old had on a black coat and wore a knit cap, pulled down over her ears. Today, she was going to search for her wolves. She called them her wolves because they had piqued her interest. However, the lack of activity on their part made her feel like a cryptozoologist. They seemed to disappear without a trace every month, so she chose this date to go looking. It was morning and her breath fogged in the chilly air. Still dark, but she lit the way with a flashlight. Her blue eyes scanned the forest for signs of them in the crowding darkness. She had noticed that they seemed to follow the lunar cycle, at least somewhat. The correlational data showed an increase in the probability of sightings with the waxing moon and a decrease when it waned. And so, it was probable that she'd find some sign of them. Suddenly, she perked up. There was blood on the forest floor. The ground looked disturbed. She glanced around the trees, letting the beam from her flashlight reveal that the low branches were broken. She cast the light down. Twigs lay on the floor. She followed the damage until she came to a nearly finished deer carcass, nothing left but the head. Her sweet little heart went into her throat and her heart quickened. Though Teagan loved wolves, she abhorred the cruelty of the hunt. She looked over the deer as she donned her wolf biologist cap to replace her sadness of the deer's terrible death. Now, she could step back, take everything in. It was too dark to write yet, so she took a tape recorder from her backpack, unzipping the front pocket to retrieve it. She'd play it back later and rewrite the notes on paper if she was still in the field or type it up if she was in her home. She let the light shine back onto the deer. A doe. She leaned close to it, her lonely light allowing her to assess the damage, and perhaps find out more about her wolves and their hunting habits. "Eighth of February. About seven..." She glanced at her watch, touching the buttons on the side to make it light up. "Seven twenty AM. Doe found dead. Looks to have been killed last night. Trauma is localized over the cervical vertebrae. Indicating... indicating that the doe was killed almost instantly. Just like... last month's kill in this area." And a few months before that. She shivered. That meant first of all, that the wolves were strong enough to force a doe down and bite her neck instead of chase her and eat her while she was still running. She had seen wolves up North chasing down caribou, tearing into the creature's flanks and rump until it stopped running just because it didn't have any muscle left in its rear quarters. But this doe appeared to be taken down in a no-nonsense way because the wolves were large enough to overpower the creature so thoroughly. Teagan knew wolves. Despite her love for them, their fierce beauty, she knew that if she ever met one of these wolves and it chose to attack her instead of flee, she'd be a goner. They were too large for the area. Bergmann's rule stated that they should not be over ninety pounds in this climate – yet they seemed to even give the Canadian wolves a run for their money size-wise. Oh, the mystery of my wolves. As always, this gets curiouser and curiouser. It would start to light up soon; the sun burned the sky pink at the horizon.[style=border-top: 1px #9f7966 solid; text-align: justify; margin: 3px 0px 0px; font: 10px Calibri; padding: 3px 5px 0px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #613c28;]Words: six hundred fifty seven Muse: excellent Tag: Manasseh/open Notes: new table for Teagan! [/style]

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[MANASSEH FRASER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,300,true][atrb=style,background:50px; border:4px dashed #000; background-color:#990000;] Manasseh was out on a mission this fine, fine morning. A mission that no true member of his species could resist for a long period of time. This particular journey into the central forest of Blackwood was to hunt. Manasseh wanted food to feed his wolf side. It had been a while since he’d stretched his legs in this form, and he felt now would be a good time. Most everyone would still be asleep, or just rising and shining to get ready for work and school. This would be the ideal time also because wolves could very well be seen as nocturnal. The man had come out of his house around 4:30 this morning, when all was silent and still. He just left home and made himself comfortable on one of the branches of the trees, looking around, admiring the scenery, and enjoying his life. The brain tumor that had developed had made Manasseh appreciate life more than he himself knew. When he was first bitten, the man didn’t know how he would be affected, but that feral side of him was probably one of the reasons he was still alive to that very day. The average human just gets up, goes to work, and comes home, eats, watches TV, and goes to sleep. But the drive that the wolf side of Manasseh brought out made him so much more. For the past couple of hours, the werewolf had been keeping himself busy with various activities. In the first hour, he clambered up a tree and watched all of his surroundings for a while. In the second hour, he folded up his clothes all nicely so he wouldn’t completely destroy them, and put them in a hollow of a tree. He then just ran, and ran, and ran around like a mad man. And in the past fifty-five minutes, he’d been on a hunt for delicious food. And he’d found what he’d been looking for. A deer that got separated from the herd was all his. In comparison to the large beast he was, the herbivore was nothing. Manasseh easily ambushed and overtook the prey animal within seconds. Now realize the werewolf was friendly and kind to those that he associated with on a regular basis. However, when it came down to his wolf instincts, all human-like attributes of Manasseh vanished. He was all animal. After hunting his prey and getting his fill, Manasseh laid near the remains, gnawing on a bone. He loved the tasty marrow inside and savored that until the end. Crack! The sound of ivory incisors wrenched open the bone, and the wolf would have his treat. But it wasn’t long before Manasseh heard something a few feet away. A voice spoke softly and a green light shined. A Human. Manasseh agilely bounded from his position, abandoning his half devoured kill. He scampered soundlessly behind a tree and waited. He hoped that this person was just passing through, and would leave the area quickly. But he was wrong. She was doing investigative research. Great. As the sun began to cast its light on the forest, the male wolf knew that he couldn’t hide in this place forever. He could go back to his human form, but then he would be stark naked. The wolf had left his clothes a few trees down and he doubted a nude man would suit the lady’s fancy. So instead of trying to hide away, Manasseh put a different spin on things. Perhaps if this woman investigated wolves more, and informed people about their REAL behavior, things would go more smoothly. Manasseh stepped from his hiding place, into plain view of the lady. His dark ebony coat was no longer concealed by the night. The wolf let his tail sway behind him, and no aggression was shown. He merely looked at the food and moved to step over it though, in a protective manner. She wasn’t going to get to take this back to the “lab” with her. He wanted it for himself. Manasseh was being a glutton for the moment, but it was his kill and his alone. And it felt like he hadn’t eaten anything in weeks. The wolf watched Teagan intently from his stance, his almond brown eyes keeping track of her every move. He couldn’t let her figure out who he was, no matter what the cost. His reputation as a Werewolf would be ruined for sure, and he would have violated the unwritten code. Then people would be afraid of him too, and then isolation would set in. That was something that the man couldn’t really handle. Isolation. There was one particular thing that crossed his mind as he was thinking. Or one particular person crossed his mind. Fawn. What would she thinking about being friends with a Werewolf? On the other hand, Manasseh didn’t want the deer head to go to waste. He hadn’t really eaten anything substantial for the last couple of days, which is why he was out here in the first place. Yeah there was food in town, but sometimes the craving for pure, unprocessed meat snuck up on Manasseh. He badly wanted the deer remains to himself. So there Manasseh was, loosely protecting his partially consumed meal, and trying to protect his identity at the same time. He wondered just how Teagan would react to his appearance and waited patiently. Actions "Speech" 'Thoughts'

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Notes;; Manasseh's first time as wolf on here. Whoot! Not sure if I'm liking my table or not though....*ponders*
Tags;; Teagan
Word Count;; 900
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[DR. TEAGAN BRECKENRIDGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wpt7p.png); border: 5px #45240f solid; border-radius: 15px;] [style=text-align: right; margin: 15px 10px 0px 150px; font: 20px Times; color: #963b1c; letter-spacing: 2px; opacity: .8;]Dr. Teagan Gracie Breckenridge thirty • wolf biologist • vegetarian [/style] how my heart is still wondering no misery can tell Dr. Breckenridge walked around the doe, careful to leave it as it was. She investigated the bite marks on the neck further. "Bite marks appear to be the molars. Size of teeth indicative of a larger wolf. Estimating the wolf's size at over one-hundred pounds." Her soft voice seemed a bit nervous as the dawn approached, casting a soft glow through the trees, throwing shards of bright through the branches the canopy. Wolves were crepuscular animals, though could switch from diurnal or nocturnal schedules should the opportunity present itself. A creature of opportunity: The wolf. But what about this skilled hunt? There was nothing opportunistic about it. It was, if a wolf could kill in such a way, professionally done. She looked at the ground, continuing to speak. "Tracks almost absent." That made sense. The ground was rather hard in the wintertime, but it did make her a bit disappointed, she could get a more accurate estimate on size with tracks rather than teethmarks. It was a stretch for her, but she already knew that the wolves here were big. Science just needed a pool of evidence for her to say so. Little did she know, she was being watched. A pair of brown eyes peered out of the foliage. Californian winters still had low bushes that huddled the trees, evergreen. The frost was growing more and more transparent, melting into dew, but the crispness would never leave the air. She huddled into her coat as she took a scalpel and cut the torn flesh of the doe's windpipe. She put it into a sample vial and tucked it away into her backpack. The kill was not going to be wasted, she knew that. She imagined that the wolf was waiting for her to leave. Most wolves were shy creatures, but, if she needed to, she had a can of pepper spray in her pocket. As she stood up, Teagan huddled deeper into her coat. She slung her backpack over her shoulder, the maroon color now obvious against her charcoal coat—the dim light had grown bright enough to make out color. She flicked her flashlight off. And then, the wolf emerged, as if on cue. Teagan had no idea that the wolf was some sort of sentient creature. She knew something wasn't normal about him because of the way he emerged from the woods, close enough for her to take note. Wolves usually stayed their distance until she was done. Some were brave and came to investigate. This one appeared to be one of the latter. Dr. Breckenridge had only a handful of wolves approach her in this manner, but none with the confidence and knowledge as this fellow. Deep breath. Teagan would have to keep calm; avoid eye contact—which was a sign of a challenge. She watched the wolf from her periphery. One of the first things she noticed was its brown eyes. Brown eyes was normally indicative of dog blood muddling up the gene pool, but in this case, the wolf looked purely lupine, save for those brown eyes. The wolf oozed with confidence in the way that he sauntered right between the scientist and the doe. Dr. Breckenridge kept quiet. Resource guarding. Does that mean that this wolf is starving? She saw his body condition. He was lean, but well-muscled, not wasting away. Her mind was reeling, too excited and pumped with adrenaline to think in the objective manner of a scientist. She'd have to remember this: Healthy body weight. It was something she would not have figured out on her own. She backed slowly away, careful not to trigger a predatory response. She knew wolves, but never had one get so close to her without an ounce of fear. Dr. Breckenridge was grateful for the wolf to have revealed himself because it filled in the blanks that she had yet to fill, but, at the same time, generated more questions. So, now she had the wolf confirm his size. She also had questions about the deviant eye color as well. Despite her giddiness for making such an important observation, that of the living wolf, she had to admit the fear that was biting at her mind. It was something she couldn't reveal near the wolf. She had to hold herself confidently or else she might provoke his predatory instincts. She'd stop being a human being and start being potential prey. When she was far enough away, she found a fallen log to sit down upon and set her backpack between her legs. She wasn't squeamish about nature, holding the environment in high regard, even changing her lifestyle to reflect her values. So, she felt comfortable sitting low on the log. Teagan let out a deep breath, caught in a strange feeling of being both happy to have seen the wolf and relieved that he hadn't ripped her face off—given how close he came and the manner in how he approached her. She took her notebook from her backpack. There was enough light to write now. In her impeccably neat handwriting, she wrote the date and then the data that was still fresh in her mind. It was almost like a journal as she scribbled in the sentence fragments that she would flesh out later, once she was home in her office, or in her basement, which was her lab of sorts. The black wolf came near me as I gathered information on what I presume was his kill, she wrote. He was larger than the size predicted by latitude and environment and in peak body condition. He exhibited resource guarding behaviors but displayed no fearful body language toward me. She put the end of the pen in her mouth as she considered the next words she would pen. Brown eyes, outside the usual spectrum of golds. Dr. Breckenridge knew that it was dangerous to be in the woods alone like this, to sit on this log. But she had to finish her notes. She couldn't forget any details. And she couldn't be sure unless she wrote them down now.[style=border-top: 1px #9f7966 solid; text-align: justify; margin: 3px 0px 0px; font: 10px Calibri; padding: 3px 5px 0px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #613c28;]Words: one thousand and eight Muse: awesome! Tag: manasseh/open Notes: I'll make you a table soonish! [/style]

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[MANASSEH FRASER]

<sup>When Manasseh had come out of his home that morning, he knew that it would probably be an interesting venture. Life was always interesting for a werewolf. It didn’t matter if they belonged to the eastern or western pack at all. Day-to-day life could pose a challenge to some. In fact, all of them had their own crosses to bear. The severity of the cases was a different thing, but no werewolf, or human for that matter, went without some kind of trial. But now that the wolf had made his own discovery, finding this lone woman looking for information, he was glad he came this particular morning as planned. This woman seemed to be genuinely interested in his species, and this wasn’t just some sick dare she’d taken up. That would be a bad idea, for there were wolves out there not quite as nice as Manasseh was. He wouldn’t do anything to harm the lady if she didn’t do something first. Others weren’t as gracious. Those leeches in the eastern pack went looking for blood, and not the prey animal kind. Human blood.

The ebony colored canine monitored Teagan’s movements as she did his. They were getting a good feel for one another for sure. Manasseh was up to his silly antics today though, and that rambunctious feeling tickled him like fingers. The wolf noticed the woman before him kept her eyes averted. So, she was aware of wolf protocol. Some idiots just never learned, but lucky for her, she knew how things operated. Looking a powerful, high-positioned wolf directly in the eye for an extended period of time is like a death wish. Perhaps this lady didn’t know that Manasseh was of no real ranking yet within the pack but it was a good idea to be conscious of who she was dealing with. Manasseh easily picked up on a little bit of nerves, but that was natural he realized. Anyone of sound mind would be wary of a large predator somewhat. Even if it was their calling to work with animals in any way, a mutual respect and fear were good things to have. The calmest of creatures could turn dangerous if provoked in the wrong ways. However, Manasseh had to credit Teagan, for no ordinary human could stay relatively calm and hide most of her nerves as she did. His wolf instincts and senses could just pinpoint things better in this form.

As the woman backed away, Manasseh opened his muzzle and grabbed the doe remains in his mouth. He was incredibly full already, but he had to take care of this prize before it went to nothing. And he wasted no time dragging it into the cover of the bushes. The wolf planted his bottom on the earth, and leaned forward into a laying position, wrapping his paws around the doe in a languid embrace. He chomped everything down quickly, and only an eyeball or two remained afterwards. Manasseh despised those jelly-like, soulless eyeballs. The pure texture made him gag profusely and almost always made him…bring it back up. When he finished his work, the wolf went to licking his paws and rubbing them on his face. His tickle-me-pink colored tongue swiped over his chops before he stood up again on his paws.

There was now a new mission at hand for the wolf. Play time. Manasseh had been on his best behavior up until now, and he thought he’d add to the fun he’d already had earlier on. As he prowled towards Teagan’s log, a playful gleam glinted in his eyes, and his front end was bowed lower than his hind end. Manasseh’s tail wagged at half mass, swaying left to right and back again. Manasseh bounded less than gracefully onto the log, and wormed his way across it. He inspected Teagan’s work, vying to look over her shoulder and read what she’d wrote.

Manasseh could have plainly broken out in laughter at the woman’s first documented notes had he been human. He liked to hear the description of himself from eyes of someone new that knew nothing about him. It brought perspective and emotions to the light. Manasseh was a really open person, and in turn, an open wolf. If someone was going to say something about him, they might as well say it to his face. Well, one of them anyways. Being that he was in his wolf form, Manasseh merely parted his jaws and a toothy grin was put on at Dr. Teagan’s comments. There was an obvious smile there, and the showing of his teeth was non-threatening, but Manasseh couldn’t help expressing his delight at her. Healthy weigh. He thought so too. The man had not only worked out because he liked it, but for the physical health aspects too. And apparently he was doing a good job at balancing his oh so manly figure. Manasseh made a grunting kind of sound, and tried to shove his nose into Teagan’s backpack. ‘What else ya got in there? Any more goodies?’</sup>[/i] he thought with sheer interest. And his mannerisms posed the questions too. Manasseh was curious to see what this woman’s research was all about, and he’d be willing to help in some ways if her motives were really good. I guess one could say that even when turned a wolf, Manasseh still had a heart for those around him.

Word Count;; 900
Notes;; I'm sorry this took a couple of days. We were celebrating my daddy's birthday, and when we party, we party hard. lol <XD[/sup]

[DR. TEAGAN BRECKENRIDGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wpt7p.png); border: 5px #45240f solid; border-radius: 15px;] [style=text-align: right; margin: 15px 10px 0px 150px; font: 20px Times; color: #963b1c; letter-spacing: 2px; opacity: .8;]Dr. Teagan Gracie Breckenridge thirty • wolf biologist • vegetarian [/style] say what you wanna say Teagan drummed the end of the pen against the notebook as she thought of what to put next. She had finished her notes save for the ones that were on the tape recorder, but she thought it was best to wait until she got home to rerecord them, put them in her laptop. Her curled hair poked from the bottom of her knit hat and she crowded her shoulders to try to generate warmth using her coat. It wasn't a parka, as she would wear when she was studying the wolves in Alaska, but she didn't need such heavy attire for this weather. Still, the nip of morning had caught her off-guard. "Perhaps its best for me to head home, then," she said to herself as she got ready to tuck her supplies into her bag. But something caught her eye that made her freeze. Her wolf had come back. The large, black animal was now displaying dangerous behavior: It had no fear of humans and it had jumped up onto the log that she was sitting on. She immediately stood up, but then turned and went still; she couldn't help staring at the beast. She started breathing heavy, but managed to have enough control to not go completely into hyperventilating. Okay, she told herself, you are not going to die. Her knees were shaking. Damn, I left my bag. She eyed her backpack, but didn't dare go to retrieve it. Though, if the wolf attacked her, she had a chance of surviving. Maybe. Dr. Breckenridge knew that the most dangerous wild predators were fearful ones, but even more dangerous was a tame one. Mostly because they had no qualms with closing the distance between them and her. She had to deal with one of these once before, at a wolf sanctuary, where the wolves recognized the researchers and came up to them, more for the curiosity that developed through habituation than for the fact that they were tame. She was lucky that there was a fence between them. Highly suspicious animals like wolves could switch from knowledge-seeking to fear in the blink of an eye just because the researchers got comfortable and made the wrong move. She wasn't comfortable at the moment. The big, bad wolf was now trying to take her things out of her backpack. She took offense to that. "Please stop, please," she said in a tiny voice that quaked with the threat of tears. She hadn't brought any food except for some granola bars. The wolf couldn't have wanted the flaxseed, oatmeal, and honey granola bar. It had raisins in it too, which were poisonous to dogs. And so, were probably poisonous to wolves as well, though there was nobody who willfully fed a wolf raisins to decide whether or not they'd die. That sort of experiment was unethical. "I've got nothing in there you want." She still had a small, frightened voice. But the sound of it was less for the wolf himself because Dr. Breckenridge didn't believe that wolves could understand English and more as her way to will the animal to leave. A spoken prayer, if you will. Her breathy words continued, mostly out of the nervousness that she felt, the wanting for some good last words that didn't consist of something that sounded like begging language to a God she hardly believed in and of course, praying to said God just in case he'd do something for her. Though, she wasn't expecting a miracle. However, as if a light switched on in her brain, she switched to her mode as a researcher, a last-ditch effort to escape feelings of fear. Her hands shook as she held a fist up to her mouth and the other holding her notebook with her researched notes. She couldn't write, so she spoke aloud. Her tone was weak, but she felt calmer, just a little, because this was her realm and if she was going to die, she would die as a wolf biologist, not some weak hiker in the woods that begged for mercy. "There is a high probability that the wolf is somewhat tame going by his fearless advance toward me. Or," she gulped, "he's hunted humans before." She had seen wolves that were initially afraid or unsure of sheep in a pasture up North and then the next day, they engaged in a surplus kill. There were thirty two sheep, completely uneaten, but all were brutally killed. Wolves, her favorite animals, seemed to go against what her ideal life was. She was a vegetarian. A spiritual, but non-religious person. A health-nut and a quirky ball of fun. Here, in this moment, as her doe-eyed fearful expression looked on at the wolf, she felt like his prey. She couldn't read his expression because some wolves had a playful brightness to them. Those were the ones that enjoyed the hunt. Others seemed a bit more serious. They probably enjoyed the kill. No, I'm doing this wrong. Keep your head together girl. Continue. She couldn't get the tone she was using before or the mindset. Weakly, she thought aloud: "So, he knows people. Someone. Other than me. Maybe he's a pet?" A wrong guess, but it made her try to communicate. "Leave it." A command that probably every creature that had even met with humans knew. [style=border-top: 1px #9f7966 solid; text-align: justify; margin: 3px 0px 0px; font: 10px Calibri; padding: 3px 5px 0px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #613c28;]Words: eight hundred eighty three Muse: meh Tag: manasseh Notes: Poor Teag. She expects to be eaten. Next time she comes into the woods, she's bringing a gun, lol. Also, dunno if you got it already, but I made your table and its in the table testing thread I made. [/style]

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[MANASSEH FRASER]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,480,true][atrb=style,background: url(http://i44.tinypic.com/2wem3cx.gif); border: 3px #807a78 solid;,true] "Speak" | Think Manasseh was thoroughly entertained by this woman and his interest in her work was increasing as time went by. He wanted to know the main dynamic of her research and pick her brain a little bit. What was her goal for being out here? Was she more of the wolf enthusiast type, only learning about wolves for her own benefit? Or was she actually going to spread the word of her findings to her colleges? No matter what the reason, she was here and having an encounter with a wolf firsthand. If that was what she wanted by coming here at this hour, then that was what she had gotten. And there was no turning back now. There was no way to easily erase the memory either, especially since it was documented on paper and recorder too. Manasseh wasn’t a stupid wolf though, and he had eaten his fill to the brim already. If the woman thought that he would intentionally harm a hair on that head of hers, she was wrong. If he had any desire to murder Teagan, which hadn’t even crossed his mind in the first place, then he would’ve done it already. She would be in a state similar to the rather unfortunate doe by now. Manasseh was no human hunter in the minutest of fractions, partly because he was one himself. And, on top of that, he knew that if one human was killed by a wolf, then all wolves and domestic dogs in sight would be destroyed. He wouldn’t want that for any single member of his species, but that was sometimes how humans reacted. Rashly and irrationally. As Manasseh attempted to get the bag open with nose and front paws, he did pick up on Teagan’s voice quite easily. His ears twitched on his head in acknowledgement, but nothing further. Manasseh promptly ignored her initial pleas to him. He wanted to push her buttons a little bit, and force her to put on a strong face. So this woman wasn’t the most assertive person he’d crossed paths with. When dealing with wolves, one had to be a strong and very commanding force to get one’s point across. The Omegas in the pack were considered Omegas because they didn’t assert their authority and stand up for themselves properly. Either that or they’d done something so stupid that their barnacle heads deserved the position they’d been demoted to. Manasseh knew that there would mainly be research things inside of the backpack, but he was testing Teagan anyways. Plus, his rambunctious nature was out of him, and having a little harmless fun would do them both good, he assumed. She would gain a little bit of backbone, and he would have fun teaching her this lesson. Yes, the wolf had his funky antics, but it was within reason. If her research entailed going out into the field frequently, this could only be beneficial to her. And it wasn’t like he was going to switch into his human form and tell her his intentions. Maybe another day, but not this one. The inky black canine continued to pry at the maroon bag, half toppling off the log, before the zipper began to run down the track and revealed its contents. The wet nose belonging to the wolf sniffed around in an inquisitive manner. Obviously Manasseh knew the names all of the things inside and their uses, but he poked around as if he didn’t. The wolf noted Teagan’s words in his mind, and he thought, ‘If only you knew the half of what you are saying. Tame? A Pet? No, not in the slightest. Part man, yes. Human hunter, not on your life baby. Literally.’ Manasseh’s tail swayed back and forth at the irony, and he decided then to take this thing up another notch. He opened his mouth and lifted the backpack so that it dangled near his neck. And the wolf curtly stepped off the log and went the opposite way Tegan was going. He took his time as he moved away from her, making off with her things in broad daylight like an unmasked bandit. This delighted the wolf greatly and his rump switched from side to side in demonstration. Manasseh didn’t get too far, and that wasn’t his intention anyways. He didn’t want to run away from her, because that would just discourage the woman. He figured that Teagan valued her life more than she valued her possessions in the long run, despite the fact that she was still standing there and clearly freaked out by him. The wolf was walking away and was half way past the tree that he’d hid behind when he was stopped mid-step. Leave it, huh? Manasseh turned around and watched Teagan from his position and did a wolf version of a grunt. The wolf didn’t want her to think that he was domesticated at all, so while he stopped and looked at her, he turned right back around and kept going. He was glad she was learning so quickly. He wanted to bring more and more of that assertiveness out of her. The canine didn’t respond to half-hearted words, rather ones that brought Teagan’s personality out more. Now don’t get me wrong, he didn’t want an aggressive version of the woman. Rather he just wanted her to be able to hold her own when situations wetn awry.

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[cs=2] ooc notes Thank-you so much for the table! I love it!

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[DR. TEAGAN BRECKENRIDGE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=style, background: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/wpt7p.png); border: 5px #45240f solid; border-radius: 15px;] [style=text-align: right; margin: 15px 10px 0px 150px; font: 20px Times; color: #963b1c; letter-spacing: 2px; opacity: .8;]Dr. Teagan Gracie Breckenridge thirty • wolf biologist • vegetarian [/style] say what you wanna say Teagan didn't expect her stupid idea to give the wolf a cue to work. And it didn't surprise her when it didn't and now the wolf just stole her backpack. She had things in there, but she wasn't completely attached to her things. She lived a pretty minimalist life, she put the emphasis on the intangible things she had in her life: Friendships, academic prestige, and knowledge. However, she was still upset that this wolf chose to steal from her. She still had her notebook in her hand, but now she lost her tape-recorder, her identification, her cellphone, her granola bars, and her house keys. That was just dandy. Dr. Breckenridge didn't know what to do, as soon as the wolf disappeared in the bushes, she turned around, her posture straight and moved swiftly toward the outside of the woods. Her hands were clenched in tight fists and she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth in a poor attempt to stifle a cry. Her blue eyes were tainted red, and they looked buggy and wet as she moved as quietly as she could through the woods, retracing the path she took to enter. This morning was wrong. She went through such discovery, only to have a portion of that discovery taken from her. She was addled, upset, and knew that by next conference, she'd have to put in this new information of the confident nature of the wolf in the area. It could mean that he had rabies, which meant that this moment was a close call. But the wolf seemed intelligent, too purposeful in his actions to contribute his odd behavior to the decline of sanity attributed to rabies. And that meant that there was something undeniably different about these wolves than the other wolves she had studied. A sob escaped and as soon as it did, everything followed. She just started crying. Her posture bent as she curled into herself, bowing her head, trying to hide her emotion from nature. Dammit, she thought to herself, but she couldn't stop the tears. In her mind, she had almost died. In her mind, she didn't completely get the chance to research fully in this great opportunity. Usually, the wolves weren't like this. Usually, there was a mutual agreement of some sort. The researcher stayed back, left things as they were, and simply collected data. She respected nature and bent with it at times, finding something wonderfully holistic about doing so. Her tears came because, at this moment, she felt betrayed. She became a biologist because she loved her wolves. She loved nature. She loved discovering new things. And she loved doing all of this under the ecologically ethical standards she set for herself. Dr. Breckenridge wasn't a big name, but in academic circles, people knew her as the kooky, hippie scientist. The one who was passionate primarily because of the subject, not the results. When she spoke at panels and conferences and gave presentations, she had a timid way of moving, speaking, but underneath it all was how much she cared of the subject. Everyone thought that Dr. Breckenridge was a bit crazy. Going into cryptozoology now, they called it. Chasing wolves that didn't exist. Then, she proved that they existed. And now, she can prove that there was something abnormal about them. And she feared them now because abnormal meant that they were unpredictable. And with that in mind, she didn't know if she was able to As she left the forest, she repeated the observations she had made earlier that day. Namely, that of the deviant behavior of the wolves native to Blackwood, the physical attributes that contradicted that which would be normal for the wolves of this area, and, finally, their hunting style. It was different from that of a normal wolf. And there was one wolf at the feeding site. She could report these findings, but first, she'd have to collect more evidence. She'd need photos. And, an important sample from the scene: the piece of deer flesh that she could have tested for genetic markers if there was any wolf saliva on it, well, that was gone. She wiped the tears from her eyes. It's okay, girl, Teagan told herself. It'll all work out in the end. And she started walking toward town, to find a place where she could use a phone. [style=border-top: 1px #9f7966 solid; text-align: justify; margin: 3px 0px 0px; font: 10px Calibri; padding: 3px 5px 0px; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #613c28;]Words: seven twenty five Muse: good Tag: manasseh Notes: I call this thread done. It actually got a lot done plot-wise for Teag :3 Also, I dunno why you used the [sub][/sub] tags, but whatever they do on your browser, they just make all the words unreadable on mine. PM me the font-effect you were going for and I can code you a cross-browser version :3 [/style]

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