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Post by keylogger on Jul 8, 2008 20:50:56 GMT -5
Running threw the trees like a wild animal. Michael was a lone werewolf at this point of time. No he didn’t like to be alone, really he wanted to have a friend to be with. He missed everyone in the family he once had, but that was in the past and this is the future. He had gotten a little bit over not having a family, but that didn’t mean he didn’t need, or want to have a friend to be with.
He stopped to smell the air of the night, he smelled something, but he couldn’t make out what it was. He sniffed the air once again, he thought he smelled a half human? Yes he was right, he didn’t give it much thought and moved on, into the woods. He started to look for some animal to devour. He turned back into his human form for the time being.
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Post by tabby on Jul 8, 2008 21:32:25 GMT -5
Reina ran through the woods near Paris in wolf form. Her brown fur glistened in the moonlight and she relished the adrenaline she got from running like this. She skidded to a stop as she sniffed the air. She smelled another were. She proceeded more cautiously now, considering bolting back the way she came. Suddenly she smelled more human than wolf and she knew that the were was in human form. She stalked closer to the smell, staying in her human form.
She came upon Michael and studied him from the ground. She would be able to defend herself better in wolf form so until she knew whether or not he was a threat, that was how she would stay. She sat back on her haunches and cocked her head to one side, stretching her paws out in front of her to give the illusion she was completely comfortable. In reality, her muscles were already bunched up, ready to strike if she needed to.
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Post by keylogger on Jul 8, 2008 21:55:12 GMT -5
He wandered around the tense forest of Paris’s woods. He smelled a female wolf to his right. He turned and walked to the right. He spotted a second werewolf in full wolf form. He grinned. She looked like she was completely comfortable, it look like a good way to deceive a normal human, but not a werewolf that cold tell that she was one of him.
“Well I was wondering what I was smelling. It has been forever sense I ever seen a werewolf. You can turn into your human form, I won’t bite, well not you at lest.” Michael said to Reina. He probably sounded like an idiot to her. He never was always that good with girls half of the time. He guess he got that from his older brother Jason.
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Post by tabby on Jul 8, 2008 22:11:39 GMT -5
Reina stood on all fours and circled around behind a tree. She stepped out from the other side, in all her human glory. She smoothed out her black flare bottom pants and brown halter top, staying as far away from him as she could. Despite his words she was still wary. She hadn't been able to act normally around men since her brother.
"I've been running through these woods for a long time now, and I've only run across one other were. Where are you from?" She knew he couldn't be from Paris because, as she'd said, she'd only seen one were here before. She kept a wary eye on him ready to take defensive action, not just against outright attacks either.
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Post by keylogger on Jul 11, 2008 10:53:50 GMT -5
Wow. Just wow. Michael watched as she turned into a human. She was very pretty to him. He ignored his male thoughts. He looked at her and crossed his arms. He scanned her beautiful body. Her muscles where ready for a attack. He didn’t want to fight, he just wanted to chat, and get something to eat. “Well if you must know, I am from New York.” Michael replied.
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Post by tabby on Jul 11, 2008 12:31:57 GMT -5
"New York? You're a long way from home." She studied him with an eyebrow raised, and leaned against a tree relaxing her body as she looked him over. Her face showed no response to what she saw. "What brings you to Paris?" She crossed her arms over her chest and waited. He looked like he was about her age, but she wasn't sure, and his gang appearance set her off a little. She'd never liked the boys who wore their pants that way.
"I hope you don't plan to make trouble. We don't need it." She realized that she was jumping to conclusions but she figured that if it looked like a duck it probably was a duck. Judging a book by it's cover was bad and all but in this case she figured it would be safer to assume the worst than hope for the best.
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Post by keylogger on Jul 12, 2008 22:47:10 GMT -5
“I’m a runaway from home. And I might have some fun, it’s not like anyone can stop me.” Michael said shrugging his shoulders. He put on a trouble-making smile. He looked around and sniffed the air. He smelled a boar at lest thirty miles away. His stomach growled. “Would you like to hunt with me?” Michael asked Reina. He looked at the moon then looked back at her.
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Post by tabby on Jul 12, 2008 23:10:11 GMT -5
Reina snorted. "Oh I'm sure someone could stop you. If they really tried." She could think of a few people right now who would probably be able to stop him, probably would stop him if he started to make too much trouble. She smelled the boar also and heard his stomach growl. She shrugged to his question, she wasn't really hungry and she didn't enjoy hunting as much as most others of her kind but she figured she might as well give into her instincts, which were screaming at her to kill the animal. "Sure, why not? Shall we make a game of it?" She stretched languidly and turned back into a wolf. She was always up for a challenge.
Once she was a wolf again she shook herself and smiled at him, baring her fangs as she waited for his reply.
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Post by keylogger on Jul 28, 2008 14:16:15 GMT -5
Michael smiled at her when she turned into her wolf form. He never turned into his wolf form, well not on his own, just on the full moon. He looked at her. She was such a pretty little wolf. But there was something wrong, something he couldn’t point out. He shook the thought away, took off all of his cloths, folded them up, berried them, and turned into his wolf form. His cloths would be safe for now. He looked at her and told her to lead the way, in wolf speak.
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Post by tabby on Jul 28, 2008 18:01:06 GMT -5
Reina took off, pursuing the scent of the boar. Her gait was long and easy, she had finally managed to get a handle on the running part. Katra had been right when she'd told Reina that the feeling of pain went away and was replaced with simple pleasure at the freedom of it all. She lifted her nose slightly, taking in the smells around her. There were so many, the boar, trees, grass, flowers, and of course there was Michael. She slowed down as they neared their prey, so as not to spook the animal. She turned toward Michael and nodded to him, telling him with her actions that she would allow him to take the kill.
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