Title: Learning Our History
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Isabelle Rene Moreau - July 23, 2007 09:17 PM (GMT)
History was always one of Izzie's favorite subjects when she was in school. Well, it was more like her second favorite since English would always remain the subject she loved the most. However, the reason she was in the resource room was that she wanted to learn about the history of the pack or more importantly the history of werewolves. She had to admitted that she was very curious about the subject really. Her father had taught her a few things about the kind of creature that she was. Sadly, he wasn't able to pass all his knowledge to her since he was taken from her.
Just the mere thought of her father popping into her mind, made Iz slightly angry. She didn't know who she was more angry at; her father or the son of a bitch that murdered him. She was angry at her father because he had to go out and do the right thing. In a way, she was glad that her father had morals, but it was those morals that got him killed. Then there was werewolf that took her father from her. Just that fact alone, made Iz really pissed off. She would never get the chance to know who it was exactly that killed her father, all she knew was that it was a werewolf; the very creature that she was.
As Iz entered the resource room, she had to admit that this was one probably one of her favorite rooms in the entire Vorace Manor. At the moment, it looked like Iz was the only one in the room. It was around noon or so according to Izzie's watch, so that could mean that some of the others were already out and about and exploring the city or that they were in the other rooms in the manor probably training. Izzie should probably be doing that since she still wasn't great with handling a sword. She was okay, just not great.
It was obvious that Iz was in one of those lazy moods that she really didn't care much about her appearance. She was wearing a pair of gray sweats with a gray sweatshirt. Her long brown hair (which would've looked beautiful if she actually brushed it) was messy and up in a ponytail. Maybe, that was why she was somewhat glad that there was no one else in the room.
Izzie walked up to one of the bookcases, and started glancing over some of the titles of the books. There were a lot of books to chose from and Iz didn't know where to start. She continued looking at the books, trying to find that one book that would catch her eye. She was too busy looking that she didn't notice that someone had entered the room.
Jane Teresa Destre - July 24, 2007 05:24 PM (GMT)
Destre had only just woken up actually. She had stayed at the mansion that night and wasn't in the greatest of moods. A covert mission had turned into a bit of a debacle last night. No one had died, but things could have gone a lot better. That fact was clearly obvious as Destre walked out of the den rooms and into the halls. There was still a bruise underneath her eye and a few on her arms. Destre rubbed at her eyes and headed into the Resource room.
She didn't notice the young girl that was already there and moved over to the wall on vampires. Moving her neck from side to side, it cracked loudly and Destre groaned quietly. Yes, last night should have gone better. Keeping her head tilted, she scanned the spines of the books trying to find the one she needed. Her short dark brown hair fell into her eyes, but Destre knew there was no point in sweeping it out of the way until she found the book.
She spied the one she wanted and pulled the dusty tome off the shelf. Destre opened the book and turned and that's when she noticed that Izz was the girl that was in the room.
"Morning," Destre said walking over to Izz and the shelves of books she was looking through. "Trying to stretch the brain?" Destre asked, as she thumbed through her book and looking down at Izz from time to time. Destre stuck some hair behind her ear as she scanned through the book.
Isabelle Rene Moreau - July 25, 2007 07:40 AM (GMT)
Iz's eyes still scanned the bookcase, as she saw a number of titles that all sounded interesting, but no interesting enough. Iz was still searching not really fully aware that there was another person in the room. That was something Iz was just going to have to work on. Being so young, Iz still didn't have the greatest heightened senses. That was probably why she should be off training. However, her mind wasn't set on doing that just, yet. Iz was more of learner than a fighter, but just because she liked to learn didn't mean that she didn't know how to fight.
That was probably the one thing a lot of people underestimated about Isabelle. Sure, she had the appearance of just a young, naive werewolf. However, despite how young she is, it didn't exactly mean she was naive. In honest truth, Iz was a lot smarter than some of the younger werewolves she met. Her father had always told she was wiser beyond her years. Great, she was back to thinking about her father again. It had been nearly 10 years since he was killed, yet Iz still felt remorse. Iz really needed to get over it or at least that what she kept telling herself, over and over again.
Iz managed to snap back into reality when she heard a familiar voice say good morning to her. Iz's glance drifted from the bookshelf and over to the female werewolf in front of her that she knew; Jane. Iz gave her a small smile. "Well, good morning to you, too." she said as she looked back at the bookcase when Jane asked her question. "I guess, you could say that." She simply replied as she looked back at the bookcase.
She figured since Jane was here, that maybe she would be able to help her out. Iz looked to see that Jane had a book in her head as well. "I guess I'm not the only trying to stretch out the brain." Iz said as she studied the book more closely that held in Jane's hand. "Is that one of the books off the vampire wall?" Iz asked since to be honest, Iz did spend a huge amount of time in the resource room.
Jane Teresa Destre - July 27, 2007 06:46 PM (GMT)
"It is," Destre said with a nod as she stayed on the page she flipped to. "Though, truthfully it's not being much use," she added with the slight raise of her eyebrows as she decided to continue flipping through the book. Destre had spent some time in the resource room, but she didn't make much use of it these days. Most of the time she preferred to be out getting real experience, but when you've got some damage on your hide still, it wouldn't be the smartest thing to charge right back out into the fray.
"What are you searching for, Iz?" Destre asked, looking down at the girl. Destre wasn't one to pry too far into other people's reasons for doing what they did. It was a permanent peeve of Destre when she was younger and to some degree it still was. So she stuck to surface questions more often than not, especially with the younger pups. She might not spend a lot of time in the Room these days, but she still knew the room like the back of her hand. The bruise under her eye throbbed a bit, but with every throb, Destre knew it was healing so it didn't really bother her. It did bother her that they had gotten so whipped last night which was why she was here this afternoon.
Isabelle Rene Moreau - July 31, 2007 10:00 PM (GMT)
"Well, I'm looking for a book. A book that will at least give me some insight on the lycan history. I mean, I've always been curious about how the lycan came to be." Iz responded to Jane's question as she still looked at the bookcase trying to find that so-called book.
Iz was always the curious one, sometimes, Iz didn't know whether it was a good or a bad thing. The lycans in the coven would often tell her that curiousity killed the cat. Everytime, Iz heard that statement she would always reply with,' yeah, but satisfaction brought it back.' There would always be a small smile on her face whenever she said that. It was probably the only time that anyone had ever seen her geniunely smile. It wasn't that Iz was a depressing person or anything. It was just that she didn't smile as much as she should.
She then let out a sigh, before looking back at Jane. She noticed that Jane had a slight bruise under her right eye. As curious as Iz was to know where that bruise came from she knew better to not ask Jane about it. That was the thing about the younger pups, they were suppose to respect the older ones and not ask too many questions. However, there were those who were rebellious and those who were too curious. Iz was one thos curious pups, but at least she knew when to not let her curiousity get the best of her. As of now, she was willing to just pretend she didn't see any bruise and get back to what she was doing in the room in the first place.
"Do you think you can help me?" Iz asked politely and then continued on, " I bet you know a lot more on the subject than I do and you probably know which books are better to read than others." Iz pointed out, knowing that what she said was probably true.