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Post by Valerie 'Thorny' Thornalh on Sept 8, 2012 22:10:27 GMT -5
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The smell of books caught her attention as the door swung open idly. Literature, for humans it was seemingly going down, which made it perfect for her to occupy her time in that form. The further away from mainstream human culture, the better. Even so, she was still driven away from writer's impressions of her 'kind'. They had no knowledge of what they were really liked, as far into fiction as you could possibly get.
Removing a book about wolves idly from the shelves, factual of course, she quickly flicked her way through to the social section. Even when she lived in the forests, she had been kept from real wolves, 'for her own safety'. She despised that, being denied to experience her true culture, that of the beautiful grey beasts that roamed the forests in ordered packs. That was her dream after all, to find a wolf to begin a pack of her own with.
It quickly bored her, it had no emotion, no depth. Mere observation, not experience. It would help little, if anything when she came to make the choice of spending her three nights in the forests, rather than the city. Gritting her teeth as she wandered towards the more fictional section, she took a book regretfully, and sat down to read through what little she could stomach. It was hardly to her tastes to say the least, the description of the wolves there were nothing compared to her vision of that silvery beast by the river... [/size][/color] |
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Post by Eli Smith on Sept 8, 2012 22:31:20 GMT -5
Under the starry skies...[/size] [/font] ..where eagles have flown... ...this place is paradise... ...It’s the place I call home.... [/blockquote]
The city. How he despised the place, with its putrid streets and wreaking leeches who seemed to be unaware how each day their flesh smelled sour as rotting meat. The city, with its close corners and buildings so tall they all but blocked out the sky. How any lycan could live in such a place he did not know yet did not care to find out as he followed his usual path towards the little bookshop that was run by another of his kind. He knew he was such by scent, his nose keen to pick up familiar smells of other wolves, and the man who referred to himself as Jay had a scent that had passed through his forest one too many times before. The little wolf bought his necklaces and gave him free books from time to time, so protest was out of the question. Plus it would involve explanation, which would take far too long and keep him in the city past sunset. He despised the city at night. The filthy human light blocked out the stars.
His head filled with dark thoughts, the tall man had to duck to get through the shop door, the wooden thing ringing a bell as it opened and he growled inwardly was heads turned his way. Why the little wolf couldn’t just scent who was coming in instead of making them make noise was beyond him. All he wanted was to get a new book and get out, and he preferred to do such silently. He carelessly let the door close behind him and stalked his way through the shelves in attempt to find the section he cared for, his eyes quickly trailing over the bindings as he walked in his usual predatory glide, his shoulders slightly forward, his hands shoved into his jean pockets to keep from doing something he would have to pay for later. Eventually he did let one slip out, trailing over titles until he found one that he hadn’t read yet. He pulled it out and cracked it open with one hand, reading the page that it opened to- his usual assessment as to whether or not he would like a book.
His shaggy brown hair fell into his eyes and he simply blew his breath upward to make it go up and away as he read, repeating the action every time it fell. Eventually he grew aggravated with it and ran his other hand through his hair, then dropped it, leaning his shoulder on the bookshelf to his left. In the dim light it was hard to read so he brought the book closer, wondering why the entire page was describing a graveyard. He flipped it over and groaned when he found the author was Dickens and shoved the book back into its slot, moving on to continue his search.
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Post by Valerie 'Thorny' Thornalh on Sept 8, 2012 22:49:21 GMT -5
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Her nose sniffed out the scent of a fellow lycan as he entered the room. The wild air, the rough hair, the aura of someone who spent his times in the forest. One worthy of her time no doubt. Clapping the book shut, resisting the urge to spit as she shoved it back into it's place. Casting a side glance at the stranger, her lip curled slightly. She could do with a friend who knew the forests as well as she did. Perhaps he could help her meet the handsome wolf she had her eye on for some time now. Either way, much better conversation than Jay no doubt.
"If it were naught for the way the humans treat our brethren as lowers, then perhaps at this time I would be raising the cubs of a new pack. But of course, that is not so." Wandering by silently, she glanced around in case another visitor was present. Seeing none, she browsed the spines of other books. "I recognise one of my kind, the kind that have no love for humans, only our real side. That of silver and brown and black, of fur and tooth and claw."
Reaching for the onyx pendant that had been a part of her heritage since the earliest days, she caressed it softly as his own necklace caught her attention. "Does wind of a large, silver wolf, who roams the riverside reach your ears? If ever there were a suitable pack leader, I'd imagine he'd be it. A shame that my times during the peak of the moon are spent here however, putting humans into their place. A job I take with great sorrow, and hardly relish nonetheless." [/size][/color] |
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Post by Eli Smith on Sept 8, 2012 23:13:57 GMT -5
Under the starry skies...[/size] [/font] ..where eagles have flown... ...this place is paradise... ...It’s the place I call home.... [/blockquote]
His rough callused fingers traced the binding of a weathered book with gold lettering and it appealed to him, so he pulled it out, repeating his page- reading process and finding himself intrigued by it. There was some man called a General and he was speaking about hunting men. How interesting. He was about to read on when a voice interrupted him and his eyes lost where they were reading in blur of gray lines that used to be sentences. There was no need for him to look to her, for her scent told him everything he needed to know. She was often by his water source, and, although bothersome, it was far from his home and therefore he had no quarrel with her. Still, it was odd that she should approach him in his human form, for he was quite certain to be careful about fellow lycan not knowing such things- how he looked as a wolf and as a human- so that he might be protected in this odd truce they were all fretting over like old queens. He wondered if he had been careless and let her notice such things.
Ah, no, she seemed to be trying to make friends, something Eli wasn’t interested in. Friends with wolves, yes. Friends with lycan, no. They were far too human for his taste, but none the less he could entertain her for a moment as he attempted to find his line in the novel. She seemed to like to talk with a lot of words, he observed, reading on as the little human seemed to be appalled at the thought of hunting other humans. How savory a book this was. It almost made him forget that she had made the mistake of leaving out his pretty red and blonde wolves.
Then, she said something that confirmed that he had been careful enough. Surly she could not mean that he had caught wind of himself? How odd that would be. How ignorant she was. A smirk formed on his lips, for only an instant before if vanished and he caught the bluntness of her words and he couldn’t help but look to her. She was proposing pups, a new pack to be led, with him of all wolves! Surly she was unaware of who she was speaking to. Still, the proposal stirred something within him, but he could not make a fair and proper assessment as to if he would accept her offer. He hadn’t seen her in her wolf form. She could be small, weak, ill- fitted to produce strong pups. Besides, he already had a pack. Of real wolves. For a moment he considered taking his book and leaving right there, leaving her with nothing but the brooding coldness of his hazel eyes. Then again, she had appealed to his better nature….
“I know him well.”
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Post by Valerie 'Thorny' Thornalh on Sept 8, 2012 23:50:19 GMT -5
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A mere nod to his single line was all she considered necessary under the circumstances. Her long lines of verse were obviously misplaced, how silly of her to mistake him for one to appreciate such, wisdom. He probably cared nought for them. The way he turned to her made her vaguely concerned. Had her mention of broodiness caught his attention in a way she hadn't intended? Her heart was not for lycans. Real wolves, ones that could truly understand her feelings ironically, but not what people considered to be her kind.
"Of course. Should your path's cross, may he know that a lycan, born of the forests, seeks his presence. Other than that, do not let me keep you from... reading." Wandering outside to the fresh air, she spent several moments looking around the surroundings of the city, bordering her in. Confining, cramping, restrictive. Not unlike the cursed truce that had much the same effect in action, rather than surrounding. It was obviously doubtful that he would deliver her message, but at least she had tried.
Nevertheless, she felt as if their brief conversation had been a poor example of herself. She still wanted someone to talk with, even if it were just one sided. Certainly better than talking to an empty chair, or a lamp post for that matter. Making her way back in, she paused at the end of the isle in which he was standing. "If it would not trouble you, perhaps we could talk in more, pleasant form later. I have no love for this appearance, and I would much rather travel the forests with someone who knows them as well as I do, and obviously won't misinterpret it in any way. I often lack the chance to converse with someone who obviously feels for the forests as I do." [/size][/color] |
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Post by Eli Smith on Sept 9, 2012 8:10:22 GMT -5
Under the starry skies...[/size] [/font] ..where eagles have flown... ...this place is paradise... ...It’s the place I call home.... [/blockquote]
He could neither agree nor disagree to relay the message. Technically it was already received however at the same time that meant he could not pass it on to himself. How foolish the suggestion was, and yet, comforting in a way, to know that a lycan couldn’t make the connection between his wolf form and his mortal form. The scent was the same, he figured, but apparently either his looks or his mannerisms or both led her away from the thought that they were one in the same. He looked back to his book, figuring they were done here and catching the ring of the door opening then closing to confirm his guess. He figured he might as well pay for the book now, even if he could steal it and the little wolf wouldn’t ever care enough to challenge him. Then again the one in his hand was awefully short and he could do for one more, something that could prolong his return to the city. He fingered a think novel entitled Native Sun and found when he opened it, some man chopping off the head of a girl. Delightful.
Just as before, when he was just getting into reading, she returned and interrupted causing him to growl and look up from his page with irritation flashing in his eyes. She let out a long spew of words which were unnecessary yet again. Wolves didn’t need such speak. Here she was wanting to start a pack and unaware that if she spoke like that it would be of danger to the other wolves. Commands were short and firm and kept pups out of danger and elders from tiring out. It was the quick barks of commands that kept the pack fed, not verbose serenades. Good grief, and here she was suggesting more talking! He didn’t want conversation with her, but with a real wolf! She talked a good game as if she was of the same mindset yet here she was, wanting to chew his ear off. He looked back to his book, brooding away with his thoughts.
Still, the moon never did come quick enough. The next best thing, perhaps?
“Very well.”
The silence that followed irked him in a way it never bothered him before. Now was the time with conversation, human conversation, and he had nothing to say. Could she really be surprised? He sighed, his book closing limply as he made his way to the door without any indication that he planned on paying, figuring that if the female wished to have a conversation, she would make the effort and follow him. If not, oh well.
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Post by Valerie 'Thorny' Thornalh on Sept 9, 2012 8:37:12 GMT -5
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Her gaze was steady as she observed him leaving, without thought for the desk it seemed. Perfect, a little something to stick in Jay's ego. While he probably did have some rights to an inflated head being the one leading their side of the revolution, it made her smile every time someone got out with one of his books. Shaking her head idly, she returned her attention to the one she had conversed with on the one side. Could she have made a worse impression about herself? Probably not. If she were to speak as a human, she ensured it was lengthy and formal, more out of spite for the younger humans than anything. Obviously a bad habit she needed to break before earning at least some of his trust. He was probably her only way to talking with that wolf, and she was quite literally droning it away.
Following him as he left the store, it took little time to match his stride. Making no pretence whatsoever, she merely cleared her throat. "Forest Bridge, one hour." Quickening her pace again, more for an act than to get home faster, she desperately hoped that she had gained some ground in that little demonstration. Needless to say using so few words was unusual for her, but refreshing nonetheless. She could manage alright, it was a matter of knowing who to bore, and who to be straight to the point with. Clearly she had dealt with both types now, in the same store funnily enough.
Her activity at home was brief to say the least. Changing from her usual attire of the city, dark skirts and long sleeved shirts, to the khaki cotton pants and loose t-shirts. So long as they were easy to get on and off, she didn't particularly care about their appearance. She doubted anyone really noticed her, why bother with looks if it hindered speed, or convenience. Keeping her time tight, it was a quick run into the forests. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Eli Smith on Sept 9, 2012 9:05:23 GMT -5
Under the starry skies...[/size] [/font] ..where eagles have flown... ...this place is paradise... ...It’s the place I call home.... [/blockquote]
He could hear her footsteps as she matched his pace and did not bother to slow, catching her barked order, the thought of meeting there causing a groan to rise to his throat. Of all the places to pick in his forest, she chose one that humans traveled frequently. She was delusional, thinking that they were of the same upbringing, when she let herself become so corrupted with the filthy habits of the city. He did not care where she went, or if she would ever some back, and as he returned to the forest he had full intent to steer clear of the bridge and the idiotic lycan that wished to meet with him. Yet as his feet finally touched down on soft grasses at the edge of the forest, he found his thoughts flipping about and overthinking this meeting, curiosity burning deep down in his stomach.
Deciding at last to return home, he made his way through his trails. Not those of the obvious hiker or lycan hunter, not the keenly disguised trails of his pack, but those that none but he in his human form could find their way through. The scent was so faint, one would need to be aware what they were looking for, and his bare feet made no mark on the pawholds in which he placed them every time. The rough calluses on the bottom were his form of shoes, and he often did wonder why no mortal in the city ever noticed his lack of the confining leather things. He did not own a pair- never did, to his recollection- and yet all the signs that told him he wasn’t allowed into places barefoot were completely disregarded. Stupid humans. Never bothering to fully examine another creature entering their territory. The thought caused a brief smirk as he reached his cabin and dropped off his new books, as well as his shirt. A natural bare chest, they noticed, but feet? Oblivious. He wondered if the female lycan would notice his missing shirt and react like the rest of the mortals, all shocked and horrified as if his body was some abomination. He did, for a moment, think perhaps he should put the shirt back on for their little meeting, but disregarded the thought. She was in his forest, after all.
His eyes glanced up at the sun, aware that if he was going to meet her he should be leaving soon. He arrived before she did, not at all surprised considering the way he was able to weave through the forest like he did, and so he took a seat a nearby boulder, taking his latest project out from his pants pocket and getting to work willowing out feather shapes in the bone with his dagger. It would be an owl, or so he hoped, and it kept thoughts from his mind until he caught the lycan’s scent on the wind. He didn’t look up, once again knowing who she was. Unlike mortals, wolves took notice of scent and appearance. He knew that she would have changed clothing- she always wore the same thing in the forest- and he knew how her hair changed color slightly in the light, how she pursed her lips sometimes when she was deep in thought. He knew that she should have a bruise on her left thigh still from a mishap last moon when she was in her mortal form. It would be fading, but still visible, and painless but to the touch. He knew that as she walked to him, her gait would be fluid, but still human- like. bryan adams lyrics
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Post by Valerie 'Thorny' Thornalh on Sept 9, 2012 9:22:46 GMT -5
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Her approach to the forest was not too far from the bridge itself. If anything, it was more of a landmark than a specific point of reunion. Walking past that would give onlookers the impression that she was merely on a stroll, her intentions were quite clear as she spoke again. "Not here." Anticipating he would follow, she made her way into the deeper parts of the forest, where humans had no sight into the brush. Standing there for a long moment, keeping alert for her surroundings, she finally made the choice to remove her clothing.
Leaving it in a rough pile underneath a thorny bush, no doubt a nice reference to her surname, she relished the moment of transformation as it came, the fur she enjoyed bearing so manifesting on her body. It was good to be free to choose her natural form again. Her slender, but balanced body in it's coat of grey and white brought an immense feeling of freedom. Immediately returning to her alert mode, she sniffed the air for presence of others than the fellow lycan. Him, the scent of the one she so desired was nearby. Keeping her joy under control, she jumped up onto a rock and sat down.
Ears perked up at the alert constantly, her steady gaze scanned the forests continuously. He was seemingly skilled at avoiding being seen, as was the lycan. The thought occurred to her that they could at that very moment be preparing to strike. A strong female would probably be seen as threatening, given the even manner she had assumed her sentry status. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Eli Smith on Sept 9, 2012 10:17:59 GMT -5
Under the starry skies...[/size] [/font] ..where eagles have flown... ...this place is paradise... ...It’s the place I call home.... [/blockquote]
Eli remained in his seated position on the boarder even as she left. Once again he was questioning whether or not to follow, considering he was an alpha and truly despised having to take orders. Eventually he decided that it couldn’t hut to follow her scent, and he weaved his way through the thick forest underbrush at his usual pace, pausing among the thicket to watch her in her final moments of transformation. He knew it was her by scent, her wolf form strong and muscular and larger than your typical female. Then again most lycan were different than Jay’s small wolf form, and larger than the typical member of his pack, so he wasn’t all that surprised. She was pretty, he supposed, but he never really looked at wolf or lycan in such a way that suggested he found them beautiful. He was attracted to strength, instinct, and power. Beauty was a delusion of the eye.
He caught sight at her search for him and thought perhaps he should step out and greet her as a human, still, however it was obvious they would lose communication between each other. He didn’t like to change until nighttime so that when the moon came it was a normal process for his human body to surrender to, and going back and forth between forms was an arduous process, risky as to who might observe his transformation. She was foolish enough to be unable to put two and two together thus far and therefore Eli grew confident in the knowledge that she wouldn’t suspect he was his silver wolf after all. The lycan would have blown her off, the wolf would have simply been around anyway. That’s what she would assume, he was sure of it. His pulse quickened as he felt the change overcome him, his blood racing through his veins as his bones morphed around thickening muscles. His hair thickened over his body and faded to a gray, then brightened with trances of silver in every strand. His fingers and toes sprouted claws and his nose grew wider, blunter, darkening to a deep ebony, moist as he snorted. His eyes diminished in size, the whites all but vanishing and in place becoming the deepest of midnights with a ring of icy silver like some eclipsed moon.
A feeling grew of the pit of his stomach, a rumbling that put pressure on his lungs until he gasped for air. However, instead of a gasp, there erupted a great roar of a growl, his muscles tensing like a spring before launching him out before her, his lips curled back to reveal rows of sharp yellowed fangs. He was Alpha wolf, huge, intimidating, and this female was trespassing on his territory, in his forest. It mattered not who she was as a human or a lycan or whatever it was she called herself. Instinct took over, as it should.
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Post by Valerie 'Thorny' Thornalh on Sept 9, 2012 17:01:43 GMT -5
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Jumping into a defensive position as none other than the very wolf she had been seeking out leapt into the clearing with a loud roar, she gritted her teeth as her fears of inciting anger were quickly coming true. Even so, this was not the time to begin pleading her love for him after months of watching him. If she wanted back into the wolf world, and that would mean a proper fight, then so be it. Getting down off the rock, she maintained her defensive stance as she slowly circled. She really should have better prepared herself for a fight, especially given there was a good chance other wolves were on their way. Would she be killed, or merely mauled and driven away? Snarling again, she kept her body alert for others.
"Why fight me?" It was short enough a question, one she genuinely wanted the answer for. No doubt the generic answer of trespassing would return, some way to begin re-integration. It was a forest for wolves in general, she had a right to be there if she so chose. Territory wasn't something that concerned her at that point anyway.
Her general strategy of making a large strike then retreating wouldn't work in this case. She had lost the surprise factor, he could quite easily dodge and take advantage of her failure. Submitting to him wasn't tolerable either. He'd strike sooner or later anyway. It was a simple choice between retreating and giving up on him, and staying to fight, with possibly a very similar result. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Eli Smith on Sept 9, 2012 18:37:46 GMT -5
Under the starry skies...[/size] [/font] ..where eagles have flown... ...this place is paradise... ...It’s the place I call home.... [/blockquote]
The female lycan responded smartly, her speedy movements transitioning her body to the defensive and admittedly impressing Eli somewhat. He did not let this show, his eyes still cold and threatening as he matched her little dance pawstep for pawstep. She moved with the same elegance as she did in her mortal form, yet as a wolf he knew she was more balanced, stronger, healthier. He was the same way, finding that his mortal body was often but a cage. As a human he was weaker, off- balance on only two paws, and his skin was exposed. He much preferred to be covered in the thickness of his silver pelt, it was more natural this way, better for him. The flesh of a deer was eaten better with maw than mouth and his wolf teeth could easily snap bone and grind down marrow at a healthy, steady pace. He was in his element, and she was out of her league. The city had corrupted this lycan as it did all others besides him- her mind was weak.
The great silver wolf’s growl deepened at her question, the foolish plea just as idiotic as the way she spoke to him in the bookshop. Was she really so dumb, was her nose that broken? His pack was near, their scent encompassed them and while they stayed clear of lycan hunting trails the rest of the territory was claimed as theirs. Their light pawsteps could be heard, if you listened for them, for his roar had awoken them and beckoned them to their Alpha, thinking he was in danger. He, as leader of said pack, would defend this land even at the cost of his life just as they would gladly risk their lives for him. Why fight her? That’s like asking why he was covered with fur. It’s in his nature.
A twig snap caused Eli’s ear to flick and he let out a warning bark, more for his pack than for her, making sure they knew to stay away. He did not trust the human side of this lycan, not one bit. Wolves were smart enough to stray from queens and pups but the lycan were unpredictable and ruthless like mortal hunters. The pack was not safe with them, and Eli felt he was the only exception. Still, her question needed to be addressed, and so despite his prior knowledge as to the answer, he moved slightly closer to her, his stance not relaxing, his growl not letting up.
“Alpha asks the questions.” He snarled, his sharp yellowed fangs snapping with the words. “You are the human from the river. Why follow me?”
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Post by Valerie 'Thorny' Thornalh on Sept 9, 2012 19:12:41 GMT -5
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The smell of the pack on their approach made her tense further. Somehow she didn't get the feeling that they'd interpret staying to fight as a show of strength. Even so, she was sure to note their direction of approach, and her probable direction of retreat. At least he wasn't actively attacking her. The hope that she had some small chance at communication was enough to keep her steady, toning down her snarling in return. His advance, followed by a question made her hesitate longer. It wasn't exactly the sort of circumstances she was expecting, but there was her chance.
"I was born here, my heart has always been here. I saw you as an ideal companion, but did not mean to intrude on your territory." No doubt her lycan friend had taken offence to her change of mind on meeting place and just run off. She was out here alone. "If your intention is to drive me off, then do so. I shall just return to searching..."
Backing away towards her chosen path of retreat, she lowered her head for a leap if it would become necessary. Stupid plan, relying on someone who barely spoke to provide a bit of forewarning for both sides. No matter, she wasn't going to stick around for the pack. [/size][/color] |
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Post by Eli Smith on Sept 9, 2012 19:48:05 GMT -5
Under the starry skies...[/size] [/font] ..where eagles have flown... ...this place is paradise... ...It’s the place I call home.... [/blockquote]
Despite his clear warning it was clear that his pack was worried, their love and loyalty knowing no bounds as still they drew near. He knew that they would not ignore an order, and so they would keep hidden, yet it was just as clear that now the other lycan did not wish to stick around to face a whole pack. It bemused him to see her even the slightest bit flustered, after talking his ears off just moments before with claims to a wild past. Even now did she dare approach him with such an offer, unable to add subtly to her question, instead offering the information freely and bluntly. He thought it wise. The proposal was made under threatening circumstances and merely offered up the truth to a demanding alpha.
“Why any wolf would mate with the likes of a lycan is beyond me.” He snapped, feeling it to be true in his heart. Other wolves in his pack, pretty little things that would make for good queens, strong mothers, attempted many a time to mate with him yet the air he gave off was clearly one of discouragement. They did not know that they did not want him, and so he simply acted like he did not want them in order to protect them. He figured he was destined to be alone, then, for although his heart lies with his wolves, no wolf should ever have to lie with one half- vermin such as a lycan.
And still his pack approached.
He looked back to her in that cold brooding way he had, considering sending her off to continue her search, but the opportunity she presented intrigued him like a good novel. Although corrupted, she was, indeed, like him. That made him curious. Perhaps if he could not have a wolf, he could have the next best thing? Let the corrupt mate with the corrupt? He was unsure, and the thought of it was sour in his stomach and caused a fluttering there. He did not understand it, and what he did not understand, he wanted to know more about. Yes, he would see her again, let her attempt to prove her worth. But not today.
“I will think.” He glanced to the forest again, then back to her with urgency. “Go. Now. Our meeting is not now.” He didn’t know why he wanted to protect her, he just knew it was what he wished, and so he told her to leave. He didn’t know if they would meet later or not, but he knew that he would see her again. She admired him, and therefore she wouldn’t know enough to stay away.
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Post by Valerie 'Thorny' Thornalh on Sept 9, 2012 20:24:35 GMT -5
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Much as she tried to hide it, she was somewhat hurt by his harsh insult aimed at her. Her growling grew louder again, into a long, guttural snarl. "I am the best female lycan you will find, I am far better than those pathetic dogs who have embraced the curse placed upon them. Who are you to deny one such as myself?" She almost immediately regretted lashing out. It would hardly draw a positive reaction. Really, it was unlikely it would provide any benefit at all. The consequences she'd have to deal with when they came.
Being ordered to leave added to the resentment. She didn't mind a forceful companion, so long as it was quite clear she had her share of power as well. But then he already had a pack, if anything came of it, she'd have to fight every step of the way to establish her position. That wasn't what she wanted, perhaps it would be more suitable to follow her own advice and continue on. Backing away slowly, it occurred that the tone in which she had told her to leave wasn't exactly what she had first assumed.
Not wasting any time to make her retreat, she bolted away, back towards the bridge. Skidding on the leaves as hesitation took hold, she looked back in despair. Her clothing! No doubt it was being torn apart by now as a sign to her to keep away. If anything, it just encouraged her need to return. It was too late now, she'd either have to risk going into the city as a wolf, which would surely draw hunter attention, or go back to retrieve her clothes from the pack. It angered her to no end as she felt herself beginning to cry in the midst of all that had happened. [/size][/color] |
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