Bloodline: Gypsy/Lycan
Ability: White Magic Spell User-Nature Influences
Age: 16
Occupation: Student
Elle is an optimistic bubbly person. She loves anything having to do with animals, people, and nature. She can be found spending most of her time outside exploring or relaxing. This young girl loves to help people and bake in her spare time. Some of her many interests include dance and fashion.
Timezone: -5 GMT.
(Source: alina-gallagher)
Who missed me?
(Source: awwskyline)
(Source: wtfellefanning)
Do you regret becoming a part Lycan?
@AnonymousNo, not at all.
FMK: Sean, Zane, Isaiah
@AnonymousYou do know I am fourteen…and I am going to take the “k” as kidnap. Not that I would fuck or kidnap anybody.
F: Zane
M: Sean
K: Isaiah (Sorry Isaiah, you know I love you. It’s just…you’re like a brother to me…as Sean is too…oh no.)
Plus if I was to have sexual intercourse with anybody…well I’d most deffinatley be married to them or be getting married to them…so…these don’t work so well for me.
Any plans for Valentine?
@AnonymousNot at the moment. I’ve never really taken in part in celebrating Valentine’s day.
I do like chocolate though…
“I am not trying to judge you, I am simply stating facts.” Elle could tell that Gabriel was easily offended, she didn’t mean to insult him. She was just telling him what she knew about him. “No one is mates with Zane, Gabriel. He is too closed off too make friends, which will serve him no good with what the future holds in store for all us Lycans.” Elle stopped, letting herself walk beside the grumpy teenager. She reached up to pull at one of his curls, a giggle pushing its way past her lips as it bounced back in place when she let it go.
Her smile back in place as they walked up the trails, their steps matching almost perfectly in timing. “You act as if I don’t I am a Lycan, Gabriel. I can assure you that I am aware of the fact that I can morph my body into one of a wolf’s.” She wondered why he thought her so stupid, so judgmental, when she was anything but. Perhaps he spoke to Rosalie and heard of her not wanting to swear loyalty to the pack. Who would anyways? They ran on evil and murder, and Elle would take no part in such acts whatsoever.
Gabe swatted Elle’s hand away from his hair, “oi, personal space, yeah?” He was confused by the girl standing next to him. “you’re a bit odd ain’t you…that’s saying a lot coming from me.” He turned around and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he began to walk up the path. He noticed she followed after him, “aye, Zane isn’t half bad really. He just needs a good roughing up now and then.” Though he knew he wasn’t the wolf that was capable of roughing up Zane.
“I never said I didn’t believe you love, just never seen you before. That’s all.” He shrugged his shoulders, she was irritating him. “I suppose you’re a rogue wolf then? I tried that once. I’m not big enough. It never works out for us wee ones.” He looked at Elle and raised his eyebrows. “How old are you anyway, thirteen or something?”
Elle wasn’t a rogue Lycan, she was barely even a Lycan. Having the ability to only shift into the form of a wolf, but she was connected to the pack, and most of all Zane. He was the one that had turned her after all. “I am fourteen.” Elle stepped away from Gabriel, obeying his wants of space between them. It’s not like she was really doing anything, she just wanted to play with his curls.
“I am not odd, you just think I am odd because I am different.” Elle knew that he must sense that things were a little off with her. The mixing of her Gypsy with the Lycan blood had made her even more powerful, if not causing confusion to all those who could smell her. They must get curious. How could one be a Gypsy and Lycan? When both parties hate the other with mutual disgust?
Elle clenched her jaw when she smelt Zane, then when he settled down in the grass she wanted to punch someone in the face, preferably Zane. Letting out the tiniest of growls she continued ignoring him, keeping her place high up in the tree. Why did he have to be here? What good was a meadow to a monster who only destroys? He probably wants her to leave so he can kill all the creatures, rip out the flowers, and ruin the land. It sounded like something he would do.
Elle rolled her eyes even though they were closed. His breathing was getting on her nerves, for all the lives he’s taken he doesn’t even deserve to be happy. Elle frowned, why was she being to spiteful? This wasn’t like herself. She never got angry, she never wanted to hurt someone. But she was so upset, she didn’t know what to do to get herself out of her funk.
Zane thought that he would take a nap. That would be nice after a full belly and successful hunt. Besides, he had nothing better to do. Pulling his arms up and behind his head to cradle it, the young lycan smiled to himself. He could almost smell the unease radiating off of Elle. And he didn’t care. In fact, he sort of liked it. She should be unhappy, she should know what it’s like. It sucked, didn’t it? Oh well, Zane liked it. and he wasn’t going to change. He wasn’t going to change, not now, not ever. If he was even remotely lucky he’d turn out like Rosalie or Aleksei. Powerful, in control, and deadly.
Elle curled up into the fetal position, resting her forehead on her knees. “Why did you come here?” She whispered, knowing he could hear her. Any Lycan would be able to. So if he didn’t answer she would know he was ignoring her, for his breathing hadn’t slowed and calmed yet in the act of sleep. Elle didn’t want to be the one to give in, to talk first. But she had to know why he had come here, of all places in the forest. He was probably doing it just to spite her and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness at him trying to purposely depress and irritate her in her saddened state. He could sense the way she felt, they did have a connection after all. She was tied to him, mind and soul. He knew everything about her even without her telling him, even though just looking at her one could know her thoughts and feelings. She wore her heart on her sleeve and her eyes truly were the windows to her soul.
Elle glared at Nicholai, standing up, turning around and laying back down so her back faces him. Pawing the grass in front of her, she continued to whine softly, occasionally looking back at Nicholai to either glare or shoot him more of the puppy dog eyes. Elle didn’t want to train, she didn’t want to be a part of the pack in any way. She knew how to control herself. She wasn’t some natural born, man-slaughterer like they apparently were. Elle stood up from her sulking position, stretching out her legs. She wanted to play still, she couldn’t get it out of her head, she was overly energetic today and she needed to find a way to get it out of her system.
Elle moved around in circles, gazing at Nicholai as he continued to fix up the trap. It wouldn’t work, Zane was strong and believe it or not, he was pretty smart too. Sniffing the meat curiously, she wrinkled her nose. She’d rather it be cooked, well done, sprinkled with some basil and some mashies on the side. Smothered in gravy and butter. Her stomach growled in hungry, demanding more food than just some pieces of fruit everyday.
Elle barked at Nicholai, getting his attention. Hopping from side to side, she growled at him. Moving closer towards him, she latched onto his jeans with her teeth, tugging on it gently and teasingly. Her paws dug into the ground as she continued tugging and tugging.
Nicholai didn’t pay the way Elle was moving much attention, the girl obviously being young enough in both human and wolf form that she would want to play around while he was a little more focussed on doing his self-set task. It wasn’t until she began knawing and tugging at his pants that he turned to look down at her. “Kid, you might want to play, but I am not exactly the best play mate around.”
“See thing is, I never played with any of the pups back in the camp when I was there, and ‘onestly playin’ around is not really something I’ve done and I am a lot bigger than the other pups you play with.” He finished tying the last of his pieces in the tree, waggling his leg slightly in an attempt to detatch the small creature. “So if you want to play, then you either need to suggest somethin’ or go find the other boys.”
Elle cried at his attempt to shake her off, settling down on his feet. Dropping his blue jeans from her mouth, she whimpered again. Nudging her head against his leg, her eyes begging him to just relax. To stop focusing on the trap. She wanted to be played with, he could run with her, or he could wrestle with her. If he wasn’t comfortable in his Lycan form, he could stay in his human form. Either way, she didn’t care. Bowing her head down, she continued to let out her little noises of sadness and neglect. Her tail had ceased it’s wagging, and her blue eyes were focused on looking at her paws.
If she had been in her human form she would most deffinatley be pouting, or even crying in some way. She would have been twisting her blonde hair around her finger as she rocked back and forth on her heels. But she had to act out her normal human reaction in her wolf form, and truthfully it came naturally to her. She was very good at expressing her emotions as a human, and changing into a wolf hadn’t changed that ability much. Now it just took certain people a little but longer to read her, which shouldn’t be hard to begin with, for her eyes are windows to her soul and thoughts and she wears her heart on her sleeve.
