This is the first time that she felt as if she belonged somewhere after...Everything. Losing your pack leaves you feeling hollow and beyond lonely. And Aleks had nothing but that dark shadow sticking to her, like a tick that would not get off no matter what you do. It's presence left her feeling aching and frustrated at times, but it was her battle she needed to fight every day.
S&D, which stands for Strength and Discipline, was all her doing. Upon coming to this place, she had noted that there were not many gyms in this place. Especially around the area where she is renting her apartment, there was no sign of a gym or any kind of fitness center. Having all the qualifications, Aleks had went through all the trouble, payments and paperwork to open one. There was one vacant area, had been ruined after the last hurricane, it was all cleaned up and patched up, but nobody had opened anything in it's stead. It was almost like it had been waiting for Aleks.
The aesthetic of the gym was minimalistic and dark, but clean and spacious. It had all the machines and equipment that every gym rat would appreciate. And there was a small section reserved for sparring and boxing - while there few punching bags available, if someone wanted to put their sills to the test, there was a small boxing ring with necessary equipment to really let off some steam.
This morning, Aleks had been abusing the punching bag. The smacks of her gloves echoed throughout the gym along with her grunts as she let off all of her steam. It's been a rough few days with the work around the gym and her own internal issues. It's been an hour since she had been at it, until she finally felt her hands feeling numb and didn't want to be out of the reception area in case someone arrived.
She packed up her equipment, sweaty and worked up, before returning to the reception area where she had all of her belongings stashed in a locked cabinet.
Behind the reception presented on the wall were certificates with Aleksandra's name on all of them and plenty of these certificates were from different countries. There are framed images of her presented with belts and rewards from competitions, marking her expertise for all of those who come to this place, knowing that this gym is not just for show, but it's owned by someone who clearly know what they're doing.
S&D gym was held by a lone warrior Alpha, with her unyielding gaze sharp and calculative looking over her territory.
S&D, which stands for Strength and Discipline, was all her doing. Upon coming to this place, she had noted that there were not many gyms in this place. Especially around the area where she is renting her apartment, there was no sign of a gym or any kind of fitness center. Having all the qualifications, Aleks had went through all the trouble, payments and paperwork to open one. There was one vacant area, had been ruined after the last hurricane, it was all cleaned up and patched up, but nobody had opened anything in it's stead. It was almost like it had been waiting for Aleks.
The aesthetic of the gym was minimalistic and dark, but clean and spacious. It had all the machines and equipment that every gym rat would appreciate. And there was a small section reserved for sparring and boxing - while there few punching bags available, if someone wanted to put their sills to the test, there was a small boxing ring with necessary equipment to really let off some steam.
This morning, Aleks had been abusing the punching bag. The smacks of her gloves echoed throughout the gym along with her grunts as she let off all of her steam. It's been a rough few days with the work around the gym and her own internal issues. It's been an hour since she had been at it, until she finally felt her hands feeling numb and didn't want to be out of the reception area in case someone arrived.
She packed up her equipment, sweaty and worked up, before returning to the reception area where she had all of her belongings stashed in a locked cabinet.
Behind the reception presented on the wall were certificates with Aleksandra's name on all of them and plenty of these certificates were from different countries. There are framed images of her presented with belts and rewards from competitions, marking her expertise for all of those who come to this place, knowing that this gym is not just for show, but it's owned by someone who clearly know what they're doing.
S&D gym was held by a lone warrior Alpha, with her unyielding gaze sharp and calculative looking over her territory.
Meph was not your average guy on the street. He stood at six feet, five inches, weighed close to three hundred pounds of solid muscle and wasn’t good at smiling. Despite his frightening physical appearance there were his eyes – storm grey and held the wonderment and innocence of a child. Meph was a conundrum at best. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties but had all the storage knowledge of over a thousand years of life haunting his mind. The only aspect of Meph that complimented his physique was the aura he gave off. He was dangerous and powerful.
He was a bitten werewolf, not a born one. He had been turned unintentionally by two opposing alpha wolves during a territory dispute between the two packs. As the two alphas battled using the body of the nine-year-old Meph, the werewolf virus as well as the powers of both the packs were transferred into him. This happened one other time in his life, another alpha tried to bond him to her and her pack – the bonding worked, but his length of time with them ended when he was captured by hunters and forced to kill, something he was incredibly good at but hated doing.
Now free from that life, thanks to a vampire, Meph was just barely learning how to be apart of society. He had a job. He had a condo. He was working on building interpersonal relationships – something that still scared the shit out of him, and now he needed something to do that wasn’t work or reading. The A&D gym appealed to Meph because it was much like him - minimalistic, dark, clean, and had all the weights and equipment he would want to push himself. Granted, he could only push himself so hard in a public setting, but he would be watched less closely here than at the fire station where he normally worked out.
He had spotted the flyer advertising a new gym when he was on his way to work. He had studied and done a quick online search. Now that his seventy-two-hour shift was over, he thought he would check out the gym on his way home. He set the GPS on his phone to guide him to the location. It was, more or less, on his way home. Not too far off the normal path he took, which was good.
He opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit gym and looked around. It reminded him of when he fought in the gladiator style battles; it had that feeling about it. Meph was still wearing his work clothes: black cargo pants, black boots, and a navy-blue t-shirt with ‘FIRE’ blazed across his broad chest. He didn’t speak, which was normal, only looked around and waited.
He was a bitten werewolf, not a born one. He had been turned unintentionally by two opposing alpha wolves during a territory dispute between the two packs. As the two alphas battled using the body of the nine-year-old Meph, the werewolf virus as well as the powers of both the packs were transferred into him. This happened one other time in his life, another alpha tried to bond him to her and her pack – the bonding worked, but his length of time with them ended when he was captured by hunters and forced to kill, something he was incredibly good at but hated doing.
Now free from that life, thanks to a vampire, Meph was just barely learning how to be apart of society. He had a job. He had a condo. He was working on building interpersonal relationships – something that still scared the shit out of him, and now he needed something to do that wasn’t work or reading. The A&D gym appealed to Meph because it was much like him - minimalistic, dark, clean, and had all the weights and equipment he would want to push himself. Granted, he could only push himself so hard in a public setting, but he would be watched less closely here than at the fire station where he normally worked out.
He had spotted the flyer advertising a new gym when he was on his way to work. He had studied and done a quick online search. Now that his seventy-two-hour shift was over, he thought he would check out the gym on his way home. He set the GPS on his phone to guide him to the location. It was, more or less, on his way home. Not too far off the normal path he took, which was good.
He opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit gym and looked around. It reminded him of when he fought in the gladiator style battles; it had that feeling about it. Meph was still wearing his work clothes: black cargo pants, black boots, and a navy-blue t-shirt with ‘FIRE’ blazed across his broad chest. He didn’t speak, which was normal, only looked around and waited.
Her nose scrunched at the scent of a powerful presence. An alpha, no doubt. An old one, perhaps ancient one. She couldn't tell exactly under which phase of the moon he was born, as her tribe had the strong belief that whenever a wolf was born under a specific phase of the moon, they will gather powers from it. This one seemed like he had absorbed multiple sources of power, which was not something that Aleks could explain to herself.
When he entered the gym, he was in the small hallway that led into the gym. Aleks made herself known as she stepped towards him, though she never liked to make herself known before other werewolves. She had that darkness in her. The taint that took away everything and everyone she ever loved. Just waiting to be freed within the confines of her discipline and self control. She realized that all supernatural creatures can sense that monster within her. Yet she never had anyone tell her what it is. In all these hundred years. Not a soul had an answer for her condition.
"You're new. Come over." she spoke, there was a slight tinge of Russian accent, but most of it was gone after learning many languages in her lifetime.
She invited him over at the reception, where he would see all the accolades, worldly certificates, even a flyer that said she's a personal trainer for a number of different martial arts. She stood behind the counter, looking at the monitor and clicking away before looking back at him with her cold, calculative eyes. "Here to start your monthly membership?"
When he entered the gym, he was in the small hallway that led into the gym. Aleks made herself known as she stepped towards him, though she never liked to make herself known before other werewolves. She had that darkness in her. The taint that took away everything and everyone she ever loved. Just waiting to be freed within the confines of her discipline and self control. She realized that all supernatural creatures can sense that monster within her. Yet she never had anyone tell her what it is. In all these hundred years. Not a soul had an answer for her condition.
"You're new. Come over." she spoke, there was a slight tinge of Russian accent, but most of it was gone after learning many languages in her lifetime.
She invited him over at the reception, where he would see all the accolades, worldly certificates, even a flyer that said she's a personal trainer for a number of different martial arts. She stood behind the counter, looking at the monitor and clicking away before looking back at him with her cold, calculative eyes. "Here to start your monthly membership?"
He wasn’t sure why he was expecting a male to be running this facility, perhaps it was the extremely simplistic male aesthetic of the gym’s appearance, but when a woman called to him, his instincts peeked. Anxiety and adrenaline flooded his system as he intentionally looked towards the voice. The scent of werewolf was on the breeze sending him into a torrent of memories that flashed before his eyes. His body tensed, muscles rigid under his golden skin. His heart was beating so quickly she would be able to read the panic from all aspects of him. The dilated eyes, fists clenched, breathing erratic.
Meph was terrified of women in general. He had difficulty functioning about females. They scared him. Rather, he had been taught to fear females through the harsh, torturous way he had been reared by a female only pack of werewolves. Women, especially female werewolves, triggered his fight or flight instincts. Granted none of the women who had been cruel to him were Russian, he had been taught that he was only good for one thing to a female wolf.
He glanced around the area she shood to see if there was any sign of silver chains hidden somewhere. He sniffed the air and could not pick up the scent of silver or the whisper of aconite in the air. She might not have the intention of chaining him up and using him for her own means, but his guard was up. Like million-foot walls, up. He was going to be extremely cautious until he could remove himself politely from this situation.
She had given him a direct order, and, given his nature, he wasn’t able to resist it for long. He moved down the hallway, his eyes darting around as if expecting to get jumped. He arrived at the counter; his heart was thundering. He swallowed hard, his eyes closing to show discomfort in the effort. “Just to see.” His voice was gentle, the opposite of his physical aesthetic, almost child-like, but still holding a pleasant baritone.
Meph was terrified of women in general. He had difficulty functioning about females. They scared him. Rather, he had been taught to fear females through the harsh, torturous way he had been reared by a female only pack of werewolves. Women, especially female werewolves, triggered his fight or flight instincts. Granted none of the women who had been cruel to him were Russian, he had been taught that he was only good for one thing to a female wolf.
He glanced around the area she shood to see if there was any sign of silver chains hidden somewhere. He sniffed the air and could not pick up the scent of silver or the whisper of aconite in the air. She might not have the intention of chaining him up and using him for her own means, but his guard was up. Like million-foot walls, up. He was going to be extremely cautious until he could remove himself politely from this situation.
She had given him a direct order, and, given his nature, he wasn’t able to resist it for long. He moved down the hallway, his eyes darting around as if expecting to get jumped. He arrived at the counter; his heart was thundering. He swallowed hard, his eyes closing to show discomfort in the effort. “Just to see.” His voice was gentle, the opposite of his physical aesthetic, almost child-like, but still holding a pleasant baritone.
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