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| Topic Started: Jan 31 2009, 02:00 PM (229 Views) | |
| Jenner | Jan 31 2009, 02:00 PM Post #1 |
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He sat propped up against an old tree, bare skin unbothered by the rough surface. From the chin down he was red, covered in thick lines streaking across his chest and limbs. Smoke trailed away from him in a hazy line, slipping from between lips curved in a lazy smile and clinging to his dark hair like a dirty halo. There was terribly little left of the body in front of him. Nothing more than some sad bones and tattered bits of tendon valiantly trying to hold pieces together. The only thing that marked the remains as having once been female were the clothes scattered across the ground. Shifting his weight, he reached up to pluck up the skull that was still painted pink and red. Cigarette held firmly at the corner of his mouth, a free hand slid around the smooth cranium to settle at the base, long fingers propping up the jawbone that was only attached at one side. His other hand pulled the smoking cancer stick away, using it to point at the empty holes where the girl’s eyes had once been. “You stupid bitch. Didn’t you know there were wolves in the woods? What do they teach you kids in school these days?” Laughter rolled out of him in a dark wave, setting the woods ringing with a sound that should have been locked behind padded doors. He let the bone roll from his hand, pale eyes watching as it came to rest against another piece. His eyes were half lidded as he basked in the afterglow. Reaching out he absently lifted a tibia and lifted it to jaws that had shifted to something much less human. A wet crunch sent shattered pieces tumbling down his chest, splitting off a large piece and giving the werewolf what he wanted access to. Marrow was one of the best parts about eating people. Absorbed as he might have been in picking at the last pieces of his meal, he wasn’t so stupid as to stop paying attention to everything around him. The smell of vampire filtered to him before he heard anything. Without ever lifting his attention from the task before him, he let the cadaver know he knew it was there. “What the fuck do you want?” |
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| Vale | Jan 31 2009, 04:14 PM Post #2 |
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Ah, Lisa. She'd been such a cute little pet when she'd been alive; a tad reluctant though, to the point where Vale would often have to roll her make her actually do anything. She hadn't been very willing to feed her new mistress, though however much she struggled the girl was no match for a vampire. She'd only been human, nothing too special.. but Vale had still liked her. Tonight she was supposed to be playing a little game with the young girl, who'd woken up stranded in this large forest, and had merely been trying to find a way out. All the while of course, a certain vampire had been watching her every move.. until she'd noticed something strange. Another presence within the forest had managed to catch her attention. She'd hidden herself quite well - he'd only just recently actually started to pay attention to her - but she'd watched from a distance as he approached little Lisa, hunting her in his own way. At first she'd thought to just snap his neck and continue the game, but.. what harm could it do to add another player? So she watched as the human was slowly cornered, still making no movement to help. She was curious about what this wolf - the scent was unmistakable - would do with the girl. His actions had surprised her, to say the least.. instead of killing her as could've possibly been expected, he attacked her, but left her alive. And then proceeded to begin feasting upon her flesh and insides. Yes, Vale had seen wolves and other lycanthropes eating raw meat, even human raw meat, before. But at those times the people were usually being consumed by their beasts, or were completely insane. But with this man, it was.. different somehow. He picked at her bones with a strange precision, as if looking for the places with the most meat. He was fascinating in his own twisted little way, and it hadn't taken long for the vampiress to decide on a course of action. She couldn't let her pet's death go unavenged, after all. As if on cue, she appeared only meters before the wolf, a wry smile on her features as she watched him with his meal. He looked to be rather enjoying it; perhaps she'd be able to taste Lisa's blood within his own? Not that it would make much of a difference. "Now, no need to be rude.. or, well, even more so then you have been.." Trailing off for a moment, she was then moving again. With speed that no human could possibly dream of possessing, she knelt before him, a hand suddenly reaching out to grip the collar of his shirt within her fist. She then proceeded to try and throw that shirt - and it's wearer - into a nearby tree. "You've just eaten my pet; I feel it's only fair if you replace her. Wouldn't you agree?" Edited by Vale, Jan 31 2009, 04:15 PM.
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| Jenner | Jan 31 2009, 04:47 PM Post #3 |
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He hit the tree with no protest, grunting from the impact and air being driven from his lungs. Bloodied fingers dug into the dirt, pushing him up to his hands and knees. His eyes, those pale Easter colored eyes that belonged on an angel, seemed more amused than anything else. The deader just thought he was going to roll over, did she? Well though shit. “Maybe you shouldn’t drop your pets out in the woods. House pets should probably be kept on a leash.” He rocked back onto his heels, an elbow resting against a knee. Bitch was lucky he had a full stomach. Being hungry always tended to make him cranky and he had a feeling this cadaver was gonna start pushing buttons. The back of a hand ran along his chin, wiping away the blood before his tongue snaked out to wash the back of the hand clean. For a wolf, he had some damn feline mannerisms. “Tell you what, Barbie.” He rose from the crouch in a boneless, fluid movement. There was only the barest of sounds as he paced across the forest floor barefoot. He stopped abreast of her shoulder, looking at her from the corner of a pale eyes while red smeared lips curved into a smile. “Tell me why I should give a fuck, and I might give a shit. Then we can go to the pound, and you can pick one out.” |
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| Vale | Jan 31 2009, 05:27 PM Post #4 |
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Aww, he was so cute! Perfect for a replacement, she'd been right in choosing him. Vale wouldn't even bother to train him very much; the more he retaliated, the funner things could be. The scent of the blood - his blood, Lisa's was already beginning to grow stale - filled her nostrils and she fought back a grin, deciding that she rather liked the way it smelled. "Ah, but if I'd kept her on a leash, I wouldn't have run into such an amusing person as yourself! It proves well worth it in the end.." Watching as he stood (and taking note of the fact that he was surprisingly graceful), the grin finally settled on her features. He referred to her as 'Barbie' - not the most original of insults, but hey, still fairly amusing. "The reason you should 'give a fuck', darling, is because I'm not interested in the dogs at the pound.. I've already picked mine, and guess what? You know him pretty well." A tad bit of power seemed to flow out with her words, and quite unintentionally, a light air of lust. Damn Masaru, due to the full blood transfusion the two had gone through, her powers seemed to leak out at the most inconvenient of times. Although, she was steadily gaining better control of them. "Don't you think it's fair?" A hand drifted up in the general direction his neck, and her eyes rested on the skin where his veins were closest. She could literally feel the blood flowing, just beneath that thin, fragile surface. "You took a bite out of her, it makes perfect sense for me to do the same to you." |
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| Jenner | Feb 1 2009, 09:36 AM Post #5 |
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The feel of her power stirred the beast within him –not that it was ever far away from the surface- and let the wolf ghost to the surface. There was no burst of power or sign that he was uncomfortable. All he could remember was being what he was, so why have a moral shit fit about having something else in him? Besides, it had been so long that he didn’t even think of the beast as a separate part of himself. It was, as far as he was concerned, like changing hands for a task. He leaned towards her hand, moving into the touch. The contact, as well as the first stirrings of lust, dilated his pupils far enough that there was only the faintest ring of iris. A hand snaked upwards to wrap sticky fingers around her wrist, his face rolling until it was cheek instead of vulnerable neck that she had access to. “I took more than just a bite, sugar pie.” Bones began moving inside of his hands, slowly rearranging with muffled, wet popping sounds. The cigarette was lifted with a clawed hand, the ember flaring brightly as he took a long, hard drag on the cancerous little addiction. Smoke rolled out from his grin, seconds before he blew it into the vampire’s face. “Try taking a bite out of me and you’re gonna be gagging on your own fingers.” |
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| Vale | Feb 1 2009, 09:54 PM Post #6 |
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"Then I'll just have to take more then one bite, too.." She honestly had no intentions of forcing him down just so that he could feed from him. What was the point in that, when there were so many simpler ways of earning his submission? Still, Vale watched him silently, that faintly curious but all the while amused expression seemingly glued to her features. He was not only graceful; but he was obviously an experienced shifter, being able to manipulate his beast so easily, without any difficulty or pain whatsoever. And if there was pain, he certainly didn't allow it to seep through to his expression. The gesture failed in it's purpose - to intimidate - instead merely causing her to want him more. At this point, all short of ripping her heart out, there was very little that could be done to deter her from her goal. "Listen to me, Pup. I wasn't asking your permission, and I wasn't asking what you're going to do to me when I do it- which I will." This time, she concentrated the power, and the very minor feeling of lust that'd been in the air suddenly seemed to intensify to a point where even simple, thoughtless actions such as breathing, would begin to increase in difficulty. And still, it continued to rise, concentrating entirely on the wolf. He was going to willingly offer himself to her; whether he liked it, or not. But then, she didn't think that would entirely be a problem. It wasn't as if the ardeur was entirely unpleasant.. "Are you still so resistant?" She asked, taunting him, however the press of her power was overwhelming, even for her. If he somehow did manage to fight it.. well. She still hadn't tried using the full effects of her new powers on one person in particular just yet, perhaps this could be a good opportunity to test her abilities somewhat? The only issue with that thought was that she didn't want to go triggering any kind of addiction within him by accident; she couldn't judge how he might react to such a feeling just from what she'd seen so far of him, she'd need to know him a little better for that. Rolling was out of the question, she much preferred for all of her pets to be conscious and alert when with her. "Unlike your own.. my bite isn't so much painful rather then pleasurable." Usually. "Wouldn't you like to find out?" |
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| Jenner | Feb 3 2009, 05:12 AM Post #7 |
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Jenner knew he had a lot of issues, but his Holliday Basket of bad habits and bad hardwiring had never contained even one occurrence of necrophilia. So he found it a little odd that all he could think about was the cadaver and all the things he’d suddenly like to do to it. It had been a long time since he’d been around the cadavers. Long enough that he hadn’t been paying attention, hadn’t kept his guard up against their little tricks. With a growl he stepped into her space, a hand snaking around her waist while the other held fast to her wrist. All he could smell was her skin, that mix of rot and life that clung to every vampire. Another growl, frustrated and inhuman, and his face was buried against the crook of her neck. There. There is was. The smell of blood covered that grave smell. The heavy copper scent that made the world go round. He nuzzled against her neck, arm cinching around the current focus of his entirety. “What are you doing?” The words were ground out and rough, spilling from his bloodied lips in a low sound that wasn’t suited to human throats. Pieces were moving beneath his hands and jaws, slowly rearranging themselves back and forth as his body fought between two different impulses. It was going to be a bitch later, but at the moment, he really couldn’t bring himself to give a fuck. Sex and violence were twisted together so far in his head that even he couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. It was, as far as he was concerned, all the same thing. “You don’t know what game you’re playing, Pie.” Teeth scraped against her cold flesh briefly, there and gone in a heart beat. Lust was shoving him towards a cliff he really, really didn’t want to go off. Vampires always tasted like ash. But it was getting harder to think of anything besides flinging himself over the edge and finding out what the inside of the vampire looked like. Tension coiled along his shoulders, spreading out along his arms and neck until he was almost shaking from the strain. |
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| Vale | Feb 3 2009, 05:50 PM Post #8 |
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He reacted.. peculiarly to the ardeur. The wolf was obviously more in tuned to his beast then most.. but he was not, under any circumstances, going be allowed to take a bite out of her. "Relax," she urged him softly, though it could easily be considered as more of a command then anything. Turning her head to one side, Vale inhaled the scent of him so close, commanding it to memory. Breathing wasn't always necessary for a vampire, but not doing so also meant being unable to smell anything. Sure, it sounded 'cool' to not have to breath, but in practice losing one of your key senses like that was quite the inconvenience. "I'm not doing anything, now just.. relax.." Repeating her previous command, she made sure to increase the amount of power being pushed onto him at an almost painfully slow rate. Enough to make a considerable difference in his self control.. but not quite enough to make him snap immediately. "Gasp, how silly of you, Puppy!" Free hand snapping up and to the back of his head, she grabbed a fistful of his hair rougly and pulled back barely more then a second after his teeth made contact with her neck. "I'm not a pastry dish!" Smirk threatening to reveal itself once more, Vale placed one leg forward, so that it was somewhere between both of his own. "Believe me when I say that I know the game quite well." It was as if she was radiating the lust, and every little bit of her skin that he touched would be burned by it's effects. "I should get you a muzzle..." She mused for a brief moment, internally congratulating herself for her amazingly intelligent wit, before allowing her fangs to finally come into view. If all went according to plan - which she had little doubt that it wouldn't - Vale would then proceed to lean down into his neck, every intention to sink her fangs into the flesh. If, however, he tried to do the same.. it was quite simple. She'd go to rip his throat out. |
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| Jason Young | Feb 18 2009, 03:58 PM Post #9 |
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An intended walk in the woods. Jason had strayed beyond the borders of Pack territory and had ventured a good way out. He really had no reason to be out there other than to simply be alone with his thoughts and enjoy a bit of the outdoors. Another late night for Emily, the werewolf doubted that he would see her until tomorrow perhaps. The hospital had been working her harder than ever thanks to more incidents of preternaturals being attacked. Even now he knew that he should be on his guard. There was someone out there who wanted to kill Emilia, a werewolf no less. The very same assassin could be watching him now. Not to mention the government official who had apparently been ordered to watch over the Pack in Paris. This Topehal character had yet to make his appearance though and everyday Jason secretly dreaded when it would come. Lost in those thoughts, Jason had been doing the very opposite of what he should have been: paying attention. If Cara had known had careless he was being, there was no doubt in Jason's mind that the petite blonde would reprimand him for it. Sometimes he wondered if she had taken it upon herself to combine the jobs of Geri and Skoll. At the very least, he had his gun on him tonight. Regardless, the dark haired man snapped back to reality at the initial scent of blood in the air. Very fresh, his acute note picked up on that almost instantly as well as the fact that it was human blood. The inner beast stirred faintly at the thick coppery scent and Jason's legs continued on to investigate the origins. Yes, Cara or Emi or both would have not approved of him taking it upon himself to investigate whatever had spilled human blood alone. The scent of wolf mingled in with the blood smell and while it should have given him pause, it only spurred him forward at a quicker pace. Given the current state of affairs in Paris who knew what could be the scene. Only a few more paces before he was certain he was close, but that was not the reason that he slowed. A peculiar sensation rolled over the werewolf. He knew it well and it was one that he had experienced with Emi when they were being sexual. "What the hell..." He murmured under his breath, the sensation was a nagging one but not one that was crippling. If anything it only perked his beast even more in a mixture of curiousity and caution; the scent of blood and lust unmistakeable to the inner creature that thrived on those things. "I should get you a muzzle..." Watching from behind the trees, Jason's gaze settled on the two individuals who seemed to be the source of it all. The scents were thicker now and it was evident that the blood originated on the man that was covered in crimson. In each others clutches, it seemed the blonde was in control with a mass of hair in her fist and vampiric fangs glistening in the moonlight. Vampire. It was enough to insight anger in the werewolf as he growled low. The wolf smell came from the male in her grasp and that was all he needed to know. Jason would be damned if he allowed any wolves to be used as fang food. As silently as he could be, the wolf moved along the shadows that darted the forest floor to circle about so he would be behind the vampire. Only then did he take several steps out while pulling his gun out from where it had been tucked in his jeans to point it at the back of her head, "Drop him or say good bye to your good looks, fang face." |
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| Jenner | Feb 21 2009, 05:37 PM Post #10 |
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“You don’t have a fucking clue, Pie.” He rolled his face against the side of her head, cheek rubbing against her hair as he whispered to her. “The last bitch that tried that with me ended up in about fifteen pieces. Half of them in me.” He flashed her a wide grin, pulling back just enough to be able to see her face. “But she was moaning the whole time.” "I should get you a muzzle..." The sharp pull at the back of his head earned the vampire a snarl even as he tightened his grasp on her. Conflicting impulses were playing hell with his control, pushing him in different directions until all he could focus on was what was right in front of him. Habit won out, pushing his head towards her neck despite the burning sensation it caused at the back of his head. The hand that gripped her wrist shifted around until he was able to bend her cold appendage backwards, applying pressure slowly, waiting for either her sounds of protest of the muffled sound of breaking bones. He didn’t care either way, as long as one of them happened. Of course, his attention wavered at the grown that came from in front of him. Pale eyes stared at the other wolf, indifferent and borderline hostile. He answered the growl with one of his own, so far gone in his own little landscape that all he could see at the moment was another predator trying to take what was (nominally) his. There was just enough left though to recognize the gun for what it was, and exactly what it meant. "Drop him or say good bye to your good looks, fang face." At least it wasn’t pointed at him. He chuckled, the sound rolling up from deep in his chest and though a throat that wasn’t exactly human anymore. It was a sinister sound, distorted and warped by more than just his vocal chords. |
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| Vale | Feb 28 2009, 10:38 AM Post #11 |
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“You don’t have a fucking clue, Pie.” Pie? The name was Vale. Puppy was certainly the cocky little thing.. she refused to even consider acknowledging his grasp on her wrist, instead simply pulling back harder on his head as he attempted to lean in. She didn't allow him the chance to try it again either; her fangs were sinking into the flesh on his neck before he managed to actually draw any of her own blood. In the midst of feeding off of him Vale almost hadn't noticed the other wolf's presence, but.. how stupid did it honestly think that she was? She removed her fangs from the Pup's neck, but allowed her head to linger by the wound for several moments whilst listening to the other wolf's footsteps. The, although subtle, crunching of leaves and twigs underneath his feet.. And then of course, Puppy's responsive growl. "Drop him of say good bye to your good looks, fang face." She rolled her eyes at the gun pressed to her head, straightening her back. "I don't take orders from dogs." Was her very blunt reply, before both her power and the ardeur spread out their hold - out and onto the male wolf behind her. |
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| Jason Young | Mar 1 2009, 05:23 AM Post #12 |
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In the back of Jason's mind he could hear the admonishment from Emilia and Cara at going into a potentially dangerous situation alone. But one thing they had to realize was Jason was not about to sit around and wait. Right at this moment a vampire had her hands on a werewolf and while he did not carry the scent of the Pack or was recognizable at all to Jason, that did not stop the Ulfric from wanting to help. That and his pure disgust for the undead. Anyone could have been in her grasp and he would have reacted the same way. Unfortunately the vampire had still managed to sink her fangs into the other wolf's neck by the time Jason had approached from behind. But when he drew his gun and issued his warning, well it seemed to get her attention as the female withdrew from the wound she had opened while an eerie chuckle seemed to bubble up from the other lycanthrope who seemed to be mid-change or at least partially. "I don't take orders from dogs." Jason's eyes narrowed and he steadied the weapon with his index finger pressing against the trigger but not yet enough to move it. The temptation to shoot her was there, feeling no remorse for the undead. At least until his throat tightened and Jason's breath caught in his throat suddenly. Heated desire suddenly rolled through him and as a result his arms wavered and lowered slightly from where they had been pointing the gun at the vampire's head. Instinct said move away and yet he felt locked in place with an intense need to touch her. He knew her flesh would be cool to the touch and yet that only seemed to attract him more. God he wanted to bury his face into that mess of blonde hair and breath her in. Those sensations familiar, the blonde hair reminded him of how he did the same to Emi. Emilia... It felt as if he had been holding his breath for ever before Jason gasped and suddenly sucked in a ragged breath, his eyes widening in a mix of disbelief and that underlying lust that threatened to take hold of him. Even with the thoughts of Emily inside his head it did not stop him from reaching out, the gun limp in his other hand, to caress the vampire's hair and step in to her and press at her back. |
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| Alastair McKendrick | Mar 1 2009, 11:43 PM Post #13 |
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There wasn't anything in the world the old wolf wouldn't do for Emilia. She had become family almost the moment that Alastair had met her. It hadn't been her time that she spent with the Pack, that had made made his opinion of her so high, though it had helped. Even her relationship with the young Ulfric had not been the factor that swayed him, though that too had some merit of it's own. It really was far more simple than any of those reasons, why he loved the young blonde so much. She had once made someone he loved smile, and when she was gone, she had made him smile again. He owed her a great deal better than he would ever really be able to repay. It's why he had found himself searching for one lost young man in the woods.(Of course, being the Ulfric helped motivate him as well) He had never thought he'd actually wish for a dull day in his life. It seemed that lately, they had been few and far between. Not that we was too old for the job, though he was sure some wouldn't agree. He had never not answered a call for help, even when it didn't come from the source itself. He had been out his door, and in his car before Emilia hung up the phone. Breathing in deeply, the night air that assualted the sensitive cells of his nose, carried blood and other things. While some things were familiar, there were a lot of unfamiliar things, that Alastair did not like at all. Fingertips brushed against the ground, where not too long ago, someone had stepped, before standing again. Muddy browns drifted heavenward, just beneath the surface something slithered. Slowly the color was leeched from his iris, replaced by gold. His mouth opened wide, far too wide, to allow the sound that started somewhere deep in his throat out. A wolf's cry, that would carry over the numerous treetops, to find them. Just enough of the old wolf's power to nudge them awake. Snapping his mouth closed, teeth smacked together as biting at the air. Turning away from the sky, the color of his eyes wavered, fading back to their muddy substance. Hands returned to the deep pockets of his black dress coat, as he casually emerged from the trees and bushes, with a friendly smile. Oh, he'd been watching for a little while, and knew the score exactly. Damn kids, always getting in over their heads. The closer he got, the headier the 'fragrance' on the air. Oh, he'd known she was a suck head even before he had made his approach from the tree line, the cross around his neck has begun to shimmer and soon spark. A lustslut, no wonder the young men appeared ready to hump a leg. Of all the things he was called to investigate, it had to be this. By the time he had walked as close as he intended to get to the harpy(for now), the cross was burning bright enough to cast back the darkness a few feet in front of him. While it pained him to call her such he offered, "A lady such as yourself, must know when to bow out gracefully. You can no doubt be aware that it is in your best interest." Even to a husk, the old wolf could be cordial if it was needed. He'd give her a choice, the poilite way first, while he waited to see if the children had been convinced to stir by his earlier call. |
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| Jenner | Mar 12 2009, 01:10 PM Post #14 |
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The tension that has tightened his shoulders flooded out of him as the cadaver's teeth sank into his skin. Shoulders sagged as the nearly bone breaking force went out of them and a sigh ghosted from between his lips. It looked for all the world as if he'd simply started enjoying it. And hey, he wouldn't deny that there was some thrill from getting gnawed on a little. He hadn’t been kidding when he told the corpse that she didn’t know what game she was playing, however much she might think she did. Biting into him had just gone and changed the rules. Where before he might have settled for a necro fling, the vampire’s actions shifted everything away from thoughts of sex into somewhere completely different. Oh sex was still involved, to be honest. But now it was more foreplay to the main course than anything else. Lust shot thought him, draining the color from his eyes until nothing was left but the pale grey of the wolf. Jawbones distended to make room for teeth that would never fit into a human mouth, dropping towards the vampire to make amends for the wound she had opened in his neck. But instead of trying to gnaw though her neck his head dropped back. He answered the call out of longstanding habit coupled with instinct. Wolves were never really meant to be alone. Especially not those ones who had started their lives as humans. That simple sound nudged him away from the darker corner of his mine, gently coaxing him towards the part of him that was more wolf. Black fur spread out across his skin as he dropped to hands and knees, his body adapting itself to the young man’s mentality. Nails dug into the forest floor as he shook himself, stretching briefly to loosen kinks. He backed towards the other wolf on stiff legs, lips curled back to expose gleaming teeth and ears tucked firmly against the back of his head. The scars were still present all over his back, giving his raised hackles an almost mangy appearance. |
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