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Gym once owned by Tierney Sonenclar's father, it had been closed down until a few years go.

Front Public Training Area:



Back Private Train Area:

Tierney walked in her family's gym with relative ease, the front part at least. She was scheduled to meet the manager today, the man that had been running this place since her grandparents passed away. He warned her the gym's patrons might be a little...hostile, towards her at first given her gender. She smirked at that, let them try, she had no problem making them submit to her. She opened the door to the back training area and strolled in with her head held high. None of the guys would intimidate her. The cat-calls were instantaneous, she had been expecting it though. "Hey baby, I think you're lost. The treadmills are up front, and this isn't the way to the bathroom." Some random guy moved in front of her, blocking her path with a smug smirk. Tierney just arched a brow, and crossed her arms, "I'm not looking for the restroom, nor am I lost thank you." Her icy tone made him lose his smirk quickly, and she stepped around him making her way to the manager, Todd.

Jason was in the back training area, barraging the punching bag with numerous blows, the extremity behind them obviously begot from something unbalancing his psyche. He was adorned in a grey hoodie and black basketball shorts with black Nike sneakers on. He kept his hood on for the most part, given it did not take a countenance for regular visitors here to recognize him; the way he moved in addition to his ferocity was what gave him away. Plus today he did not want to be seen. As for the trouble on his mind? There was never a day in which he did not think back on his stupid step mother. Perhaps instead of killing the kid he should have gone for her instead. Though he was certain she knew he had done it and knew she had messed with the wrong boy.

And his mother -- would she hate him if she was still here? Probably. His punches grew more furious, more frantic and suddenly he stopped, stepping away to pace back and forth. To catch his breath and settle his mind before he did something rash all over again. From a distance he could hear cat gestures and knew there was a female within the vicinity. He cared not. Sighing, he turned and resumed his mutilating of the obsidian bag in front of him, this time focusing his rage on the idiots who threw themselves at females like they did. Not nearly enough fuel as he wanted, but better than thinking about the past.

((Sorry it took so long; chores and I'm using my phone.))

((It's all good :))

Todd watch the female approach him, her curves were clearly on display, he understood the sudden eagerness of the guys now. Her black sports bra, following her short black spandex shorts left little to the imagination. Did she have any idea that she was like a sheep walking into a wolf's lair? Literally. Only people of their werewolf persuasion were allowed in the back training room. They couldn't have the humans seeing what they could do, it was raise too many questions. His eyes widened as he watched Dax walk up to her, this wasn't going to end well. He started to head their way, knowing that the poor girl was in for it.

Tierney dodged one guy only to walk into another, it was really starting to annoy her. He stood slightly taller than her, so she had to look up to him. Which she loathed, almost as much as his voice. "Darling, you picked the wrong gym. Maybe you should go to the front, or the girl's gym down the road." Dax gave her a dangerous smirk, while using his finger to trace her jawline. Tierney ground her teeth, her eyes flashing a blackened hue. She wasn't going to be pushed around by any of these excuses for men. She grabbed his hand forcefully, twisting his arm behind him, and brought him to his knees with ease. "Maybe you should go to the front, or the girl's gym down the road, darling." She spat his words right back at him.

Jason stopped for the second time to glance around the punching bag toward the commotion. Silvermoon redolence was all over her and he hated it, which was the reason why he refused to look at her and only at the male on his knees -- such an ironic position for such a sexist individual. Jason had no definite thought about females. He found them a little loud mouthed, but that was not as bad as the idiots known as males. He was an exception of course -- though being a murderer, that was no better. Worst, obviously. Jason walked toward Todd, adjusting the straps of his protective gloves. "Who is she exactly?"

Twas not that he was genuinely curious. He just never really saw her around. It was odd to see a female here when there were such brutes everywhere. Obviously though, he knew she was part of the Silver moon Pack. And what a disappointment too -- she seemed so capable and yet he already pretty much hated her guts.

Todd watched Jason walk up to him, power radiated from him in waves. If he had to name one person he was honestly terrified of, it would be Jason. At the mention of the girl, his amused gaze traveled back to her, "That would be Tierney Sonenclar." Todd didn't have to mention that she was the owner, seeing as how it was evident in the gym's title. Todd had to admit he was impressed with her so far, she managed to take down Dax with ease. He was one of Todd's best fighters, not the best, no. The best fighter would be Jason hands down. But still, taking down Dax was no easy feat.

"You little bitc-" Tierney cut him off by slamming him face first into the mat, her knee pressed firmly in his back. "Don't you ever attempt to call me that again...got it," She applied pressure to his back, causing him to whimper. She couldn't stop her smile at that, she doubted that he was the type of guy that whimpered often. She felt eyes upon her as the hair on her arms began to stand on end. She glanced up noting the manager, who was openly ogling her. She fought a frown as her eyes landed on the male next to him, his eyes seem to hold hatred for her. She was confused as to why, even more so on why it seemed to brother her at all. She had to admit, he was fairly attractive...more than fairly, if she was being honest with herself.

"Oh," he groaned, realising she most likely owned the place. So he supposed being just as much as an arse as Dax was would be out of the question. Jason canted his head somewhat to the side as he watched her position. He had to say, she was a worthy opponent... her figure was perfect when it came to holding Dax down. Jason knew himself the man was not exactly an easy person to beat, though Jason was no easy person to beat either, and usually kicked Dax's arse. It was nice seeing Dax get it handed to him by a female. When would the man learn how to shut his mouth?

His contemplation was met with Tierney's own and as soon as their gazes met, he glanced to the side, not wanting to make any sort of eye contact. He was not scared of her, he just wanted nothing to do with her. He sauntered over to the two, thr acted as if Tierney was not present as he knelt down, witnessing the pain on his countenance. "Tap out Dax," he murmured, a knowing smirk on his features; it was only a matter of time until Dax learned females could be just as capable. Not many were, but a few... after all, what girl willingly put their faces in front of someone whom wanted to rearrange it? "... you don't really have a choice."

Tierney narrowed her eyes as he looked away from her, the distaste was written clearly on his face. Jerk. He didn't even know her, she could smell that he was a Shadowfield Pack. That explained quite a bit, though it was foolish, she had only been in the Silvermoon pack for a week. Yet, that was enough to warrant his disdain for her? Stupid pack rivalries, weren't they supposed to be merging soon anyways? She knew that he was sizing her up, even though his seemingly grey orbs were anywhere but on her person.

Her body tingled as he neared her, very cell in her body was on high alert. Danger poured out of him making the air around him toxic. His voice was rich, with an undercurrent of a threat, though she wasn't sure who the threat was intended for. Oddly, she wasn't afraid of him. She should have been, anyone would be stupid not to be, but she wasn't. Her thoughts were interrupted by a tapping on her leg, she let go of Dax instantly. Removing herself from the ground, she stood up with grace.

She went to walk forward to introduce herself to Todd, but Dax seemed to have other plans. His hand shot out and grabbed her ankle, causing her to fall flat on her face. He moved himself to pin her the same way she had pinned him. Tierney rolled over fast, wrapping her leg around his arm as he reached down for her neck. She managed to get him into an armbar, he didn't tap out this time, and she heard a satisfying pop.

Just as Jason believed the madness was done with, it seemed Dax still had not learned his lesson and went for an impulsive strike against the feminine organism. With somewhat apathetic eyes, he stood up like a lethargic panther uncoiling from sleep. Licking his lips, he gave Todd an intuitive sideways glance, as if to say that Tierney was good without saying it aloud. His eyes snapped back to the duo as he heard the unmistakable pop and his heart lurched in his chest. It was both an awful and satisfying feeling in his chest. He knew that feeling of breaking someone's bones all too well.

He left the duo to return to the punching bags and began executing his routine. He usually only took part in punching the bags given most of the fighters here were more keen on staying away from him, unable to even begin to think of what would happen if they stepped into the ring with him. From the corner of his eye he watched them, but to the best of his ability made it as if his attention was solely on the bag. He really did not know what to think of the silvermoon female; all he knew was to hate her simply because she was from the opposition. As for her personality he found her somewhat... arrogant unless that was just him. He could only keep his distance, since she owned the place he spent most of his time in.

Tierney let Dax go when she heard him begin to wail like a newborn pup. She guessed it didn't matter how tough he thought he was, a broken bone still made him cry. Though that was true for most people, they could not handle the pain. She caught the look that passed between Todd and the mystery guy, and smiled. For some reason she was pleased that he considered her to be good. Maybe it was because he seemed to run the gym, her gym, and she felt as if she was gaining his respect. Again, she wasn't sure why she cared, but she did. Her gaze flickered up to see a hand offered to her, then traveled to the owner of the said hand. It was Todd, the manager, she flashed him a smile.

She took Todd's hand with gratitude as he helped her up, "Thanks for that." She noticed that mystery guy was no longer around. Her wolf whined at that, and Tierney frowned, why on Earth would her wolf care? She shook the feeling off, forcing her wolf to the recesses of her mind. She found herself unknowingly searching for him, finally, she spotted him over at a punching bag. To say that he was demolishing it, well it was an understatement. The punching bag seemed to be bending and warping with each of his blows. His form was flawless, his punches threatened to rip the bag down from the bolts in the ceiling. The faces of the others in the gym ranged from fear, envy, and awe. Tierney's face was one of the few that was blank, but she was in as much awe as the next person. It was impressive. He was impressive.

Jason never cared much for the attention he unwillingly drew to himself when he executed his method of temper sedation. Albeit for some reason the hairs amongst his neck stood up in an eerie way, as if prepared to run like insignigicant creatures, when they were nothing but hairs. Part of him knew and desired that it was the Tierney chick whilst the other part of him hoped he had just groen uncomfortable to the contemplation upon him. He stopped for a moment and glanced around, his wolf instincts more frantic than his human being. When he saw her, he thought of giving her a moment of dread, but his wolf growled... at him! Like -- like it was protecting the female from himself.

This time he did not break eye contact and instead raised his eyebrows as he balanced most of his weight on one foot, idly tinkering with the bandages on his knuckles. "Can I help you with something?" It was his way of saying that everyone else could stare but she could not -- since he addressed her and no one else. His wolf growled again, this time a pang of something that felt like remorse washing through his being. An emotion he never felt before... an emotion he already hated.

Tierney's wolf whimpered at his words, as if he had hurt her in some way. Her wolf stumbled over to a dark corner of her mind covering her muzzle with her paws and began to mope. She fought the urge to roll her eyes, as if she cared what he thought of her. Her wolf snorted at her, they both knew that Tierney was lying to herself. She held his gaze, though she felt the eyes of everyone in the gym on them both. She walked forward closing the distance between them, her face was impassive. She looked up into his cold orbs, matching his icy glare with a steel one of her own. Unlike him she made her voice low, so only he could hear her, "A nicer temperament would be a good start, though somehow, I don't believe that is possible for you. So I will go for mutual respect, oddly enough, you have earned mine..." Tierney frowned at her words, she didn't like that she had admitted that to him, but the words just came out of her mouth before she could stop them.

Jason nonchalantly glanced down at his hands as if he was too occupied to look at her, albeit found himself glancing to see her shorter bodice standing in front of him with an equally menacing scrutiny. His wolf, thr animal more of an arse than him, shrinked back as if it had done something terribly wrong -- though it was only Jason's fault for being so ignorant of empathy. "Sorry." His eyes immediately widened at his apology and he took a step back, feeling disgusted in himself. Immensely. The fact that she had respect for him was not surprising. It was hard not to be forced into respect when the said person could mutilate you. "I can be nice, I just choose not to. Especially to the likes ofyou."

This only caused more unease for the wolf and himself and yet he would not let up; there was no way in hell he was going to let her manipulate him. However, little did he know, there was no manipulation it was just a bond.

Tierney hated the way he tried to pretend she wasn't in front of him, it actually really bothered her, though she had no clue why. Her wolf's whining only increased, as if she couldn't believe that the male in front of her was ignoring her. She pushed her wolf further back into her mind, she was starting to give Tierney a headache. Her eyes flew open when he apologized to her, she wasn't expecting it, but it pleased her immensely. That feeling was short lived however, as his next words seemed to pierce her heart. Tierney shut that feeling down, unwilling to let him make her feel that way.

She snarled at him, her eyes remained her normal aqua blue, because her wolf was refusing to come out against this insufferable male. "The likes of you? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Let's get one thing straight asshat, I don't respect you because I'm afraid of you, which is probably what your used to. News flash, that isn't respect, it's fear. And I do not fear you! I'm used to big tough guys wanting to maul me, or put me in my place. I neither fear, nor do I respect them. I respect you because I can tell that you work hard to improve, and you put your all into your talent. But that is neither here nor there. I don't know what you have against me, seeing as how I've only been in town for a week and you don't even know me."

Jason had prepared to answer her first question, albeit her colloquy was apparently not going to end anytime as soon as he thought it would. Jason remained completely impassive, almost wanting to laugh at this circumstance. Jason glanced up, his eyebrows raised, and lightheartedly frowned as if he was thinking about her statements and considering them. Indeed, people respected him due to fearing him. He was completely fine with that. He fed off of fear after all. She didn't fear him; that earned her a frown. Jason was not too surprised that she was not scared, but it would have been nice if she was. Meanwhile, his wolf had seemingly left; there was not even a figment of the animal left. He was probably ashamed and downright distraught. Jason was fine with that too.

"You're a Silvermoon..." he whispered, canting his head to the side thoughtfully. "... just my instincts; that's why I hate you." Jason shrugged haphazardly. It was not a lie, but even if she was not a silvermoon, he would still hate her. He hated everyone basically. He then crossed his arms over his chest, giving her a cold, steel glare. "Are we done here? I regret talking to you..."

His words were running wildly within her mind, sending her head reeling. She felt dizzy, unable to think clearly. "You're a Silvermoon...just my instincts; that's why I hate you...Are we done here? I regret talking to you..." At his last words to her she felt as if she couldn't breath. Her lungs along with all of her other vital organs turned traitorous; working against her, causing her pain. Hot tears burned at her eyes...she ground her teeth. Tierney never cried. Not since her father died. And she wasn't going to start now. Not for him. No, not for this pompous pathetic intimation of a person. It was obvious to her that he had no soul, that was fine. It didn't matter to her, at least that's what she told herself.

Her fist clenched and without thinking she lunched a powerful punch at his face. He would probably be pissed, and try to kill her after it. But she didn't care. Not one bit. He deserved it, hell, he probably deserved a lot more. Plus this would make her feel better. She ignored the pained whining of her wolf in her head.

Something powerful connected with his jaw, leaving a definite crack echoing throughout the room as his head snapped to the side, his ears able to hear the collective gasps and sharp intake of breath. He knew they were mentally chiding the female, as she had made a gruesome mistake. However, as he popped his jaw to loosen the painful tension, his wolf lunged. He did not shift. Rather, the wolf became its own being and mentally attacked him, sending a painful wave of nausea through his body and stabbing his brain with what felt like plenty of teeth. He hissed, clutching his cranium as he staggered back.

For years, he relied on his animalistic side to bring out the worst in himself, and now that said side was turning on him -- and for what? A petty doll. The pain slowly resided, leaving him looking and feeling like a lost and perplexed pup. Jason knew it... she was his mate. Maybe he did not feel that way, but the damned dog definitely did. He wondered if hers was acting Just as pitiful. "Never. Touch. Me. Again." The weirdest part was, even when the punch hurt, sparks had flew. Hell, if that was all he could get, he would gladly get punched again. Not that he would admit that aloud. "What'd you do to me?" As if this was all her fault.

As her fist connected with his jaw sparks shot throughout her body, which only meant one thing. No. No. No. NO! She started shaking, unable to breath, she could not believe fate would be so cruel. "Everybody. Out. NOW!" Tierney's voice boomed throughout the gym, she put as much power in her voice as she could muster. Which considering that she possessed both alpha and beta blood it was a rather shocking amount. Regardless of whether she held either title, people exited the gym in a quick, though unwilling manner. Her murderous gaze turned back to Jason, instantly it softened against her will, and she hated it.

"I will gladly never touch you again!" Tierney seethed at him, her voice filled with acid. She had so many thoughts running through her head, so she just said them out loud, it would be better that way...so she thought. "I did nothing to you! Nothing. Yet you hated me from the moment you first saw me, you regretted talking to me the first time we spoke. It's obvious that you don't want me...that's fine. How could I allow myself to be with someone who would only wish to be with me because of a stupid bond? I, Tierney Alilitha Sonenclar....." She never got the chance to finish her wolf started howling in heartbreaking agony, it was so strong it made her drop to her knees. Everything in Tierney broke, every wall, every unfelt emotion, broke leaving her gasping for air. Burning tears freely flowed down her face, she whimpered as painful sobs wracked her tiny frame. The fact that she was crying, showing weakness in front of her...mate only made her cry that much harder. She knew had she been watching the scene as an observer, her face would be full of disgust at herself. She loathed weakness, yet here she was sobbing like a heartbroken fool, she could only imagine what he was thinking.

Jason rubbed his jaw, ignoring her screaming and hollering. With everyone gone, he would surely beat her this time. His wolf nor anyone else wasn't going to stop him, no matter the amount of pain they issued upon him to prompt his cease to harm. Then when he finally got off of the heat of the fact she touched him and she was his mate, he glanced down to see her crying. The worst amount of guilt and shame washed over him -- a feeling he never thought possible for him. Even adoration was mixed in that, but he snuffed it out like a candle flame. His gaze grew cold and hard, the sociopath truly emerging as he ruthlessly grinned.

"I love the way you cry..." with a slight snort of disgust, he cracked his knuckles though he was not preparing to fight. Instead, he quietly but swiftly left through the fire exit. He needed time to collect his thoughts -- to find a way to resist the temptation of some eternal bond in which he officially hated... and feared. His first fear.

Tierney laughed, it was a hollow emotionless chuckle of someone close to or already over the edge. Of course this would happen to her, she deserved no less in fact, not after killing her father. Sure, it had been an accident in the sense that she didn't mean to kill him, but she did want to hurt him. Which made it just as bad, at least in her eyes. So she couldn't be surprised, nor could she blame the Goddess by blessing her with such a mate. Someone who was just as...no darker and more twisted than she was.

She watched him leave with her blood shot eyes...he loved the way she cried? He truly was a sociopath, wasn't he? Tierney wiped the tears from her eyes, forcing herself to stop crying. She didn't care that he had just left her there, it wouldn't change anything whether she did or not. "Are you okay?" She heard the question from her right, and she turned to source. It was a guy from earlier at the gym, but she didn't know his name, "Yes...I'm fine." She stood up giving him a small smile. "Good...I was afraid Jason might have murdered you, I'm Matt by the way. Look, this might be the wrong time to ask but would you like to go the Howling Moon tonight? A group of us are going..." Matt trailed off giving her a sheepish smile. Tierney wanted to say no, but she decided against it, "Yes. I will go with you..."

Chase was in the private training area, punching the heck out of a punching bag. where the hell was his sister? she was only fifteen and she texted him once saying she'd be gone for a few days. It had been a week, and she still hasn't returned, and not with a single word to where she was. She will be dead when she returns. chase thought.

Chase's whole body was drenched in sweat. His black shorts were slick and so was his black hoodie with his hood up. He ached to take off his wet socks that were in his black puma tennis shoes. He stopped long enough to check his watch, he had been here for six hours with men coming and going. He took a swig of water, and then went back to the punching bag. He had no sign of exhaustion, but there was a burning in his chest and he loved it.
Chase's tapped hands were bloody and slick also, they were also purple with bruises that would heal all to quickly when he was done.

Gwyn bounds into the gym, steamed up. She didn't really know why, all the kids at school just seemed to think she was always wanting a fight. Did she throw off 'fight me' vibes or something? Lydia said she should just ignore them and get contol of her temper, but it was impossible. She waves at Chase as she walks towards a punching bag...

Chase barely noticed Gwyn, but he nods back at her. He throws another punch. His sister was so immature, he needed to let out his anger so he wouldn't face it on her. He finally sat down taking a break

Gwyn smiles at Chase "You need some water?" she asks in a happier tone than her thoughts were in. She knew sh had a short fuse, did her classmates have to ignite it? She starts wrapping her hands.

He raised his water bottle in answer. He didn't trust himself to speak, in case he started spitting out words.

(( :0 im not supposed to be RPing yet until hes approved! :0 shoot! I forgot!))

((Oh nozes! Thats not good :()....))

Gwyn nods at him. "Okay." she finishes wrapping her hands and walks up to a punching bag, imagining all those people in it's place... She starts rapidly punching the bag, quickly working up a sweat.

Chase looks at her punches and nods, he went up to her, "can I show you a tip?" He asked, telling him and his wolf to calm down.

(sorry, i wasn't notified!))

Gwyn shrugs, "Sure."

((Your fine :) ))

"Lock your elbow in and hit at a diagonal." Chase said, looking up into her eyes

Gwyn nods, the locks her elbows, ready to hit again. She smirked imagining the punching bag as a few of her classmates and started hitting it like he said. Hard.

He nodded in approval, and went to the locker room.

Lily walked in, coming over to Gwyn texting away on her phone, "have you seen chase?" She asks bored, standing on one foot

((so sorry, I posted yesterday, i geuss it didnt really post...))

Gwyn stops punchung and turns to Lily. "A guy, didn't catch his name, went to the locker room." she said evenly, wanting to get back to punching

((Your fine :) ))

"Thats probably chase." She sighed and sat down, putting her phone away

Gwyn shrugs again, sweat drenching her white tank top and short black shorts. She pulls her red hair back into a ponytail and takes a drink of her water. She starts punching again.

Lily looks intently at Gwyn, "bullies huh?"

Gwyn keeps punching and responds "Heavens no, no one is stupid enough to try and pick on me. People drag me into fights alot," she punches harder and faster,"and I tend to have a short fuse."

Lily laughed "your like my brother."

Gwyn smiles slightly , still punching "Nice ta know."

Lily nodded, "and you'll get to witness it." She smiled, as chase came back out

Lily nodded, "and you'll get to witness it." She smiled, as chase came back out

Gwyn raises an eyebrow and stops punching. She sits down and sips her water, she needed a break anyway.

Chase had changed his sweaty clothing and taken a shower, and came out not seeing lily. He looked over at Gwyn, and then he sees lily and his eyes flame, and his fists clench, but lily is the first to speak.
"Chase how careless of you! I have been waiting out here so long, with a replica of yourself." She says, and then adds to Gwyn "no offense."

Gwyn laughs "None taken." she flips sweaty hair out of her eyes "You're why he was going at the punching bag, I take it?"

Lily smiles and nods at Gwyn, "classic chase," but chase was not humored at all, "lily....lily...." In the gravity of the moment he didnt know what to say, his voice was dangerous though. He held out his hand, "hand it over." Lily's smile widened, "I don't have it." She lied

Gwyn raises an eyebrow, wondering what exactly Chase wanted. Wasn't really her business though.

He finally acknowledged that Gwyn was there, And the looked at his siter dibosoly. He snarled at her, "go to the pack house and wait, I'll be there on a minute," he looked again at Gwyn apologetically this time, but lily interrupted them, "actually I was planning on leaving town again-" chase was outraged, "RIGHT NOW LILY!" She looked down, and stood up, walking out the door it slamed behind her.

"Im sorry, can I make it up to you? Its late for lunch, but dinner? Ummm....." He didnt know her name and this was an awkward situation, seldom did he come along women in the gym."

Gwyn smiled "Dinner would be great, I'm Gwyn." she looks down at herself, white tank top sticking to her chest and black shorts riding up from the sweat. "Would you mind me taking a quick shower first?" she asks

"Im chase," he smiled at her. "Go ahead, I have to go get cleaned up myself, I'll pick you up at seven Gwyn, where Do you live?"

((lol, I havent gotten a house created yet....))

"Just pick me up here, I'm going to work out a little bit more. That's what, an hour from now?" Gwyn replies

((Haha thats fine ))

Chase pulled out his phone and nodded, "yep, I'll see you then." He let out a soft smile, he had seen her look in her eyes when she was boxing, and it was all to normal for him