Free! Free at last! Free to be me! {Amarant}

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Connor had taken the paints to his sister sat and talked with her for a while, watching her paint wolves running threw a snow covered Forest as a large full moon rose over the trees to light their way; the picture was almost real, he could almost feel the cold biting air and the powder fresh white snow hitting his felt. His heart started hammering and his blood pumping, the wolf paced and howled, snarling to get free; his skin itched and his jaw muscle clenched and unclenched. Before his sister took one look at him and sent home out. Telling him his aggressive behavior was ruining her concentration, to go work off some of his energy and don’t come back till he could behave like a good house broken puppy. He’d snarled at her for that remark the wolf who was just barely leashed now not happy with being compared to a house dog, he was a wild alpha creature. He was noble and strong, wild and untamed how dare she compare him to a Pet. She’d simply raised a brow and shooed him away, growling under her breath to get her message across.

Connor went home grabbed a bag, ate something took a shower just as he’d said to Amarant at the market washing the nasty Paint Ladies scent off his skin. Even though it took the faint whiff of Amarant with it, sighing he scowled what was he a love-sick pup? He barely knew her unless an hour of flirting and talk counted. Getting out of the shower he put clean clothes on slugged the backpack over his broad shoulders and left, grabbing his keys he headed for his truck. Though he’d much rather have walked to the mountains he may need the truck later so he drove down a deserted dirt road, parked the large metal beast off to the side in the trees and got out locking his truck. Walking deeper into the wood he took the comforting smells of trees, dirt and wild life into his nostrils, letting it wrap around in drugging him. The wolf lept again snarling to be free, this time he didn’t hold back, quickly striping he stuffed the clothes in the bag then hide the bag. He’d put them back on later… then let the change come. His bones shifted, his organs stretched pulled and balked like always, pain rippled under his skin for an unbearable moment before hair grew and he was on all four, snout growing. He groaned for a second then it was over, he looked threw the eyes of the wolf, used the mind of a wolf with of course human logic in the background.

Howling the wolf leapt for joy, seeking another wolf, testing the area to see if he was alone before bolting. He zipped and dodged threw the trees barking occasionally simply for the joy of being free. A rabbit darted across his path and the wolf took off after it thriving on the hunt, not out to kill just play. He pounce purposely missing the rabbit as it jumped frightened down it’s hole. He yipped arching down front paws on the ground rump in the are waiting, begging the rabbit to come out in play. Tongue hanging out the side of his mouth he looked very much like a large puppy yipping and barking at the rabbit wanting to play. Connor was a large gray wolf, not surprising since he was a large man, his coat was streaked with silver black and white, a handsome wolf so to speak. His coat was still slightly damp like his hair had been before the change, from his shower. Finally the large male stood and once again tested the air before darting off, looking for something else to play with. It was grand night half moon lighting the way, and the air was brisk and cool, the forest still warm from the sun, and he was free!

[*Amarant Blades]

Amarant had been back at home for the last hour and a half, and she was growing restless. She had brought Saphire her food and told her about what had went on, why she was late and such. Even though Saphire was only a wolf, she was the only companion that Amarant had, and she needed someone to talk to. After Saphire went to sleep, passing out on the couch, Amarant decided that she would go out for a walk. She didn’t want to be locked up in this stuffy old apartment for the rest of the day. Tonight she would come back and let Saphire out for a run as well. Since it was still day light, she couldn’t let the wolf out to roam where anyone could see her…The neighbors would have a fit, for Saphire definitely could never be mistaken for a common dog.

Grabbing her duffle bag, Amarant walked out the door, locking it behind her. She didn’t live far from the woods that led straight up to the mountains, so it didn’t take her long before she was hidden from the prying eyes of society. She could feel her wolf pacing inside her, wanting to be set loose. It had been too long since she could allow the wolf full control, since New Orleans was not the best of places to loose all sense of herself. Looking around, using both her eyes and her nose to tell her no one was around, she stepped out of her clothes, pushing them into the bag and putting them in a little hole inside the tree so that nothing would try to eat her clothes while she was running. She’d actually had that happen once, and it was a bitch to try to get back into her apartment stark naked without anyone seeing…She would have remained a wolf, but then unlocking the door would have presented too much of a problem.

Satisfied that her clothes would not be tampered with, she allowed the wolf in her to be unleashed, letting her come to the surface and take over. Even though Amarant had been shifting to a wolf for as long as she could remember—quite literally since she couldn’t remember anything before she was around six, and she could already shift then—Amarant couldn’t stop the grunt of pain that tore its way from her throat as her muscles, organs, and bones began to reform and realign themselves inside her. The process lasted all of two minutes before she stood there on all fours, black fur covering her instead of smooth, pale skin. Throwing her head back in a howl, Amarant took off running, bounding over fallen logs, her nose sniffing out everything in the woods…And she stopped, a some what familiar scent catching her attention. Connor. She knew it was him, though his scent was more musky than before…More the scent of a wolf than man…She took off running in his direction, grinning.

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Connor was loping about, he really didn’t have a purpose for being in the woods tonight besides to work of all the pent up energy coursing threw his blood stream. He was wandering aimlessly about doing what ever he felt like barking at the owl whom flew low over his head, jumping the large log in front of him; pretty much reliving his pup days when he was care free with his sister living the simple life of a wolf. As a wolf everything seemed so simple in life questions that were so hard as a human were so easy as a wolf, everything was in black and white, quite literally. Though he looked relaxed and carefree he was still on guard, still watching for others, he might be alone one second then surrounded the next. He never could completely let himself go, not even with his sister though he came as close as possible, he still had to protect her though still had to keep her safe and that put a damper on his relaxation. He slid to a stop sensing a change in the still forest, he lifted his head testing the air and reaching out with his senses to try and find the newcomer. She was female, so definantly female, it made the hairs on his neck stir. She was familiar; her scent spicy but changed to more earthy and natural, she was in wolf form. His first thought was his sister but that quickly passed. Amarant. He knew it with each beat of his heart. He sat back on his haunches and sent up a howl giving away his location to her; letting her know as if she didn’t already know that he was here and wouldn’t mind company.

His tail thumped almost like a happy puppy as he sat there for a moment, trying to decide if he wanted to just sit and wait or not. He’d been sitting quietly listening and waiting when a…a cat? Stalked out of the forest into view. Connor felt like scratching his head at the sight of a large obviously wild Tom cat hunting in the woods, but instinct and the need to play kicked in and he went flat on the ground slowly inching toward the cat who was intent on his prey, a small musk rat. When he was close enough he gave a yip startling both the cat and the rat, before the cat could run he pounced sending the both of them into a tussle. The Tom was hissing, spitting, scratching and putting up a good fight. Course he was simple wrestling with the fur ball so he wasn’t about to get his eyes ripped out for playing. A Slight rustling near them sent the cat sprinting away, tail fluffed and arched and the hairs along his back straight up, Conner sat up tongue rolling as he watched the cat run off. He couldn’t help the sense of pride that coursed threw him, he attached and came out victorious. Then he remembered the rustling behind him and spun up and around already ready, muscles tense to pounce, teeth bared and ready to bite, he was positioned and ready for what ever came out of those trees.
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[*Amarant Blades]

The thrill of running was like nothing she would ever experience anywhere else. When she was in this form, she was truly free. She didn’t know any other way of life, and she often wondered how exactly humans could live so content with themselves, working in their small, confined offices…She definitely wouldn’t be able to do it. The leaves crunching under her feet, the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, the smell of wilderness in all its beauty held her heart, and always would. Small animals scurried away at her approach, and just for the fun, she would sometimes chase some of them down, snapping her teeth closed just shy of actually catching them…All of this was done on purpose, since she had eaten well enough when she met Connor earlier.

A loud howl vibrated through the woods, and she let out a loud bark in return. So, Connor was aware of her being around, huh? Well, she was determined to have some fun while she was out on this run, and she was going to do anything she had to in order to get it. The howl allowed her to more accurately tell where he was, his scent was spread out some what sporadically, since he’d apparently been running in zigzags. She changed directions slightly and kept running, picking up her speed, nearly high from the endorphins that were spreading through her body.

She came to a stop when she could see Connor. She knew it was him, the male wolf held too much of an alpha feel to him, and was also covered with his scent. She stood there, hidden behind a tree, watching as he stalked up behind a wild cat. She tilted her head to one side, wondering exactly what he was up to. When he started tumbling with the kitty, Amarant gave a wolfish grin, shaking her head slightly. Though she wanted to join in on the fun, she kept herself still, waiting for the right time before she would pounce on them. The cat took off running, hissing up a storm to show it’s displeasure in being interrupted while hunting, as well as being assaulted by a wolf. She shifted her weight, and stepped on a pile of leaves in the process, giving away the fact that she was there. Since she was down wind from Connor, he would have never known that she was there if not for the one small mistake. Now he was on the defensive, which only got her playfulness going even more…Now she was going to have to take him down.

So, silent as shadows in the night, she began to move around behind Connor, making sure that her paws made no noise to alert Connor that she was moving away from her original position. Once she was almost completely behind him, she crouched low to the ground, her black ears flicking slightly before she took off running, bounding out of the tree line and lunging onto his back, knocking him over before he even knew what hit him. She knew this could possibly be a dangerous move, catching a werewolf unaware, but she prepared herself for his retaliation. If she was ready for his attack, then she could avoid it, though she didn’t think he would continue to attack once he figured out it was her. She bit onto the tip of his ear, giving it a playful tug along with a growl, her tail twitching.

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He was taking deep even breaths, controlling his heart as much as he could as he stood ready, only that small noise; he’d heard nothing else, couldn’t smell anything else. He knew though, he just knew something or someone was out there. His ears continually flickered around trying to catch the slightest noise, but he couldn’t pick up a trace and that agitated him to know end. He was better then this; he was a cop in human form and an alpha male in wolf, a born hunter and he couldn’t even find out what it was that was out there. He growled low in his throat more at himself though then anyone else. He caught the briefest wind and noise before he was knocked off his feet and sent sprawling, he felt teeth tug on his ear and a growl, flipping as he rolled he landed on his feet a growl rumbling in his throat as he stood ready for an attack.

His nostrils flared, breathing in her scent, then he knew it was Amarant. His posture didn’t change he stayed ready for an attack but his ears flicked forward for a moment and he went from defensive survival to playful in the blink of any eye. He growled back in a warning before he struck head butting into her hip with just enough force to make her stagger but not enough to injure her in any way. He twisted ending up on her other side and arched into a bow his tail wagging playful as he yipped at her, snapping his jaws in a dare.

Connor was a large gray wolf, he was an alpha and totally fit. It was one of his pet peeves, he would always be in top condition if he lived to be a hundred he’d be as fit as a hundred year old man could be. He hated weaklings and lazybones, men who were still boys… and bodybuilders, he hated them men who simply added the muscle to look hott and grab a hott woman for a night. Every inch of muscle he possessed was honed and used; nothing was purely for show though he’d been told it did make a good show. He barked at he bounce on his front paws for a moment, switching his weight like he just couldn’t sit still. Come get me if you dare…. I’ll give you a run for your money. He was waiting for the slight move of her muscles to show she was coming for him then he was going to turn and spin out of her way, avoiding her completely. A tease and entice then run away maneuver so to speak. His tail thumped excitedly, it had been a long time since he’d played with another in wolf form. His sister only ran to keep the wolf down, she’d pretty much turned her back on her gifts and only took care of them so she didn’t have a break out. He’d been running by himself for the longest time, so now that Amarant was here and wanting to play he felt good, alive and young again.

[*Amarant Blades]

Amarant smiled, watching Connor bounce around, his excitement very contagious. She couldn’t help but feel the same way, now that she had another like her to play with. Sure, she had Saphire, and Saphire was close enough, since she was an actual wolf, but still, it wasn’t the same. When he head butted her, she twisted around so that she could nip the fur on his ankle, not close enough to get a hold, but close enough to let him know she was no novice in this type of play. She barked at him, pacing back and forth, though not coming close to him…yet.

Though she was an alpha in her own right, she was built much smaller than Connor, both in human form as well as wolf. Her black fur was thick, giving her extra protection if she were to get into a serious fight…Her opponents usually got more fur than meat when they bit into her. She knew how to use her smaller size against Connor, since she was normally much smaller than her opponents anyway…Even though this was just for fun, she could still use his bigger, bulkier size against him. She continued to show everyone that size definitely doesn’t matter. Her smaller size meant that she was more flexible than most of her kind was, and she could easily change directions or twist into a more appropriate position to retaliate than normal wolves could. She was built for running, her size made her very fast, and she loved a challenge.

She recognized his challenge, and she gave a wolfish grin, showing off her teeth. Okay Connor, you want to have a go? Well then…let’s see what the big bad wolf’s got. The challenge was addictive to her, irresistible. So, she made her move, pushing off with her back feet so that she could get an extra boost of speed as she ran at him. She knew he was going to run off, try to dodge her, and she was ready for it, taking her front paw and before he could run far, she tripped him up, causing him to stumble face first into the ground before he could catch himself. Without giving him a chance to get up, she was on top of him, her jaws closing over the fur on the back of his neck, giving his head a playful shake, growling. She didn’t bite hard, but she had skin in her mouth to give her a hold on him, though she made sure not to bite hard enough to hurt or break the skin. Though if she did bite just a little too hard, wolf’s skin was used to this kind of play, and so long as she didn’t lock her jaws and bite down really hard, they’d be okay. Plus, she didn’t think that a little nip would hurt him anyway.

She had him pinned, and she growled at him, her tail wagging. She was having fun, it had been too long since she’d been able to play with one of her kind, someone who could take it if she accidentally got a little rough. Saphire was a pure wolf, and she couldn’t take as much as a lycanthrope could. And plus, Connor was big, she wasn’t really afraid of hurting him, so she could let herself actually have some fun.

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Amarant was so much smaller then him, she was as delicate as he was broad; he didn’t underestimate her for a minute though. Small held it’s own power, she may not have the strength of an attack he would but she was agile and swift, her lightness would make her quick to strike and quick to get out of harms way. It would be interesting to see how who came out on top, they were equally matched on the level of their skills. Though there was a slight disadvantage, she could play rougher and not be afraid of hurting him he on the had to calculate each attack and moniter it to make sure he didn’t injure her in any way. He understood how a challenge was addicting, that was part of the reason he loved his job so much. Each case was a challenge almost like a dare, when ever his boss slapped another file on his desk it was a dare, Everyone was daring him the break the case bring in the bad guy. He loved it, loved slapped the finished file on the Captain’s desk and grinning like a fool. He loved to win. It was addicting and the Challenge, to feel the glory of a win, the warmth of it.

He was on his toes ready for her, so when she pounced he moved, springing into action he hadn’t calculated her knowing his plan though or her retaliation. He found himself snout first in the dirt, he didn’t like that a agitated growl rumbled deep in his chest, he didn’t like messing up, it was the plague to him. Before he could even push himself up to his feet to respond she was on him, quite literally. Her teeth grabbing just enough of a hold to pinch. Connor went instantly still, not moving he heard her playful growl felt her tail wag as it shook her body just slightly, he growled right back before twisting breaking her grip on his neck even though the fast move did pull hair and probably break skin it was a minor abrasion and not something to worry about. He planted his back feet in her sensitive stomach and pushed launching her off him. He kept it a light s hove though not wanting to send her flying into a tree or a rock near them.

He leapt back to his feet, lowering his head in a submissive posture with a whine. Yet there was no mistaking this as a surrender he was goading her, Yep the big bad wolf is soooo afraid if the harmless bunny rabbit. She was just to much for him to take, there was no way he could beat her, he staggered a bit as if weak from the scrap against his neck then leapt back to a ready stance. He shook his head yipping at her before leaping at her as she was hopefully still gathering her wits enough not to see his move till it was just a bit to late. He’d thrown her hard enough to jar her, so hopefully when he went to grab her muzzle and hold her she would break away.

Most of the time when he ran by himself he couldn’t play with other normal wolves, he was just to much alpha for them to be comfortable with him. The Alpha of the pack normal was to tense and the others followed afraid he’d upsert the law and order. Or what seemed to be a re acuring problem with him there would be an Alpha female with no mate and she’d be all over him making him tense and weary. Talk about a Bird and a Fish in love. So he was pretty much a loner all the time, he didn’t trust most of his own kind simply because he hadn’t had a lot of interaction with them and felt safer keeping it that way. Some how though Amarant had worked her way threw most of his defense and he liked her on a personal and primal level. She was a lot like him in so many ways he felt like kindred spirits.

[*Amarant Blades]

Amarant knew he was trying to not hurt her, and the idea both amused and irritated her. She had been raised by a vampire, taught to fight like a vampire. She could take numerous hits from them, and she'd learned to take pain. Surely he didn't think he was going to hurt her? The thought made her give a wolfish grin as she held onto him, her tail swishing back and forth as she gave the hide on his neck a playful shake. Do you yield already? Surely you're not getting so old. She thought to herself, and if she had been in human form, she would have laughed at the thought. Connor loved the thought of a challenge just as much as she did. Wolves like them lived for it, craved it. If she didn't have a challenge placed before her she wouldn't know what to do with herself.

She was too late to let go of his hide before he turned around, leaving fur and the faint taste of blood in her mouth. She went to snap at him again but he put his back paws on her stomach and shoved her off of him. She landed on her feet a few feet away from him. His kick was easy enough so that she could land on her feet on soft ground, but it knocked the air from her lungs. She shook herself, trying to regain the air he had knocked out of her. She saw him get in a more submissive position, and she snorted, narrowing her gaze at him. She knew damn good and well that he wasn't surrendering, nor was he hurt. She shook her head again, taking in a deep breath of air.

When she turned to face him again, he was already on her, his jaws closing over her muzzle, holding her mouth closed. She blinked at him a few times, jerking back slightly. When he didn't let her go, she snorted in frustration, twisting her head from side to side to get him to let go. Oh, he was soooo going to pay for this. She growled, pawing at his muzzle in frustration. He didn't have ahold of her hard enough to hurt her, but his grip was good enough that she couldn't pull away from him. The wolf in her wasn't all that pleased with having her mouth closed, and she began to thrash more wildly, throwing both of their heads this direction and that. Yes, he was definately going to pay for this.

She was definately having more fun than she'd had in a long time, and she figured he was too. She wondered if his sister ever came out and ran with him? When his sister had done a painting of her, she hadn't been able to smell the wolf on her. She must be repressing the wolf. But why would she do that? The wolf was such a gift! It allowed such freedom that humans could never even begin to comprehend! How could his sister treat this gift like a burden instead? Sure, she had Saphire to play with when they went running together, but Saphire was also a lot less dominant than she was when in human form, and Saphire would more often than not submit to her far too quickly. She enjoyed having someone who could keep pace with her, match her status with that of his own.

((Sorry it took me so long to get this up. I would have had it up a lot sooner, but the first one I typed got deleted, and then I got caught up with some stuff with my girl Nix. Anyway, it's up now, and I'll try to post more quickly!))

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Connor didn’t know what level of pain she could tolerate, he didn’t know her past to know she’d fought and could fight like a vampire, but he knew she was tough. From her reactions to her behavior she had power and knew it. She knew her limits and her strength and used them; he liked that. He liked the fact she was comfortable in her multiple skins, and willing to romp with him when she barely knew him. He still wasn’t going to let his control slip and go all out on her; he knew it took just one time of going wild to destroy you. He hurt her once and then who knows what would happen next, perhaps he’d kill the bank robber instead of knock him out… before he knew it he’d be on the wrong side of the law running for his life and endangering all those who knew him. Okay so maybe his was a bit paranoid but can you really blame him? He works with criminals and law-breakers everyday he sees what one time will do to you, he’s no fool. Least not in that area.

He loved Connie to death but just couldn’t understand why she treated her wolf like a curse instead of the gift it was. She didn’t have to scratch and fleas and howl at the moon or any such nonsense just because she embarrassed it, just take care of the wolf as the wolf took care of you. He couldn’t count the times the wolf had warned him of something and saved his butt where a normal human would have been hurt or killed. He did admire her though, to do what she did everyday with no reprieve. To Paint with a steady gentle hand, he have strange people in her small tiny home, to live in her small tiny home, to embrace the human side of herself where he was weary.. He couldn’t do it. She had to have a well of strength and control to do it; he knew by the second week of it he’d be snarling and ripping easels.

Connor loved it, the way she went still for a moment just looking at him when he locked onto her muzzle keeping her securely in his grasp. Then she started twisted and jerking and scraping at his own muzzle trying to get herself free. No wolf like their mouth trapped, it was their big weapon, sure the claws where sharp but you needed the jaws to lock and hold, to pierce and tear. Beside what woman liked her mouth forcefully closed. It was pretty much the same as slapping a hand over her mouth and holding her lips closed. He growled a chuckled and shook her playfully and she struggled to break free of him. He had no doubt in his mind as soon as he let her go she turn on him punishing him for his fun. Yet for the moment he’d enjoy the moment, Ah, peace and Quiet he felt a lot like a five year old the moment, grinning like a fool and he even wanted to chant I got you Na na na na na na.. what you gonna do now? Ha Ha!

In mid twist he let her go just suddenly he wasn’t there to hold her, she was free. He didn’t back away though her get into defiance he just stood there muscles tense and ready but a smirk of victory on his lips making the amber eyes of the wolf sparkle. He loved this, Connie played with him even played rough but she was small and wasn’t strong not like Amarant, Then she was not alpha she backed down when she got tired let him win, let him feel big even when in the back of his mind he knew she let him, that if it were life or death she could do more then what she had, fight harder. He waited there standing tall and proud watching her, anticipating her next move, she would attach he had no doubts in his mind just how was the question and when.

[*Amarant Blades]

Amarant continued to thrash around, trying to get Connor to let her go. Oh yes, he was definitely going to pay when she got loose. As annoyed as she was to have her mouth held closed though, she couldn’t help but enjoy herself. She only had Saphire to keep her company, and now she had another like her, another alpha, to play with and compete with. It had been so long since she’d been around another of her kind; it was exhilarating to have another to just be with. But this one was special anyway. Connor’s very presence seemed to call to something within her, and both the human female and the wolf in her was answering, though she wasn’t sure exactly what the connection was yet. She enjoyed just being around him, and this rough housing was fun, and she didn’t really have to worry about seriously injuring him. She could be rougher with him than she could Saphire.

She growled, pushing her paw again against his muzzle, pulling back slightly as she thrashed her body again. Only this time, when she jerked her body to the side, Connor suddenly let go, catching her off guard. She lost her balance for a moment and about fell on her side before she caught herself and regained balance once more. She looked at Connor for a minute, opening and closing her mouth. She padded up to him very slowly, her entire body posture very carefully non-aggressive. Inside the wolf, Amarant was grinning, but she kept any of her amusement from transferring to her eyes where he could see it, and instead kept her eyes completely serious.

Amarant bumped the top of her head against his easily, nuzzling against his neck for a minute, a small hum rumbling in her throat. Off in the distance, she heard a deer walking through the woods carefully, sensing the predators nearby, but unable to see them yet. Amarant wasn’t worried about the dear, she didn’t feel like hunting right now, so it was safe from her, though there were others within the woods as well. Everything about the woods was gentle, peaceful. She loved them, they were more her home than any house she could ever live in. She never felt really comfortable within the confined walls of a house, she often felt like she was in a cage. And the air in the city always bothered her, it was contaminated, not as clean and clear as the air was out here in the woods, untouched by the constructions of humans.

She moved her body along his, walking slowly, pushing against him easily as she moved down his body, the amusement flickering in her eyes slightly once she turned her head away from his so he couldn’t see. A slight breeze blew through the trees, making the remaining leaves that clung stubbornly to their branches dance, and a few of them fell gently to the ground around them. She took in his scent as she moved, deliberately enticing him as she moved to circle him. He was going to pay for holding her mouth shut, and he would have no idea as to how until the time came, and she was quickly working her way towards her target: his tail.

Wolves hated for their tales to be messed with almost as much as they couldn’t stand their mouths to be clamped shut. She was enticing him to try to take his mind away from what she may or may not be doing to retaliate. When she went to circle him, making sure that her body was well away from his mouth, that was when she struck. Her jaws closed onto his tail and she gave it a quick yank, jerking her head slightly at the same time, before releasing him, barking a laugh as she turned tail and dashed into the woods before he could retaliate.

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There was some connection some sort of bond between them; it tugged at him and fought against his instincts, yet at the same time it was an instinct. Connor could very easily get confused and turned around. He was ready for her attack, he had no clue what she would do but he was ready; least he thought he was. Then she was there, bumping and rubbing against him; he briefly thought it was a clever ploy to distract him, turn his own nature and primal instincts against him. That was probably the last coherent thought her had. He truly was male, he’d couldn’t stand on alert and be ready for a fight when there was a female body brushing against his. She was light and softer, she was more delicate then he and the contrast in them was pleasurable. Like any man he was fascinated by the differences, then add the pull on him this bond between them and he was lost. His muscle went from battle ready and tense to relaxed in almost an instant. Her humming in her throat made him want to growl in response, in fact he did. It was warning not to tempt him, he didn’t like being set off balance. If he could he would have closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling of a sleek shoulder blade against him as she moved to circle them.

When he thought she would come up the other side, he was rewarded with a sharp yank on his tail. He jumped yipping in surprise, but he quickly whirled going to show the little vixen what he thought of that stunt only to catch her backside as she turned and ran into the woods. He growled sitting downing and pretty much glaring in her direction for just a moment, almost like a pouting child. Then he was gone running after her, Oh she was wicked. Turning him inside out like that, using her gifts and his instincts against him to seek her revenge for his advantage in their play. He had the distinct that that he’d like to change back to human so he could take her over his knee and paddle her for such a stunt. HIS TAIL! She’d yanked on his tail! That would be like ruffling his hair in human for your petting him and calling him a good doggie! Not only was it an insult and he just didn’t like it but now his tail ached for her tug. Yes, he was pouting and sulky over being fooled and he really didn’t care.

He had at least caught up to her now, instead having to follow by scent and the sound of paws running across the forest floor. This wouldn’t work though, he’d be forever chasing her if he didn’t find some way to ether slow her down or stop her, delay her in some way. His mind drifted over the many routes and trails in the woods, the lay of the land while he chased her, barking at her to let her know that he was on her tail and gaining least he hoped so. He’d catch her, just wait… he’d get her then she’d be sorry for pulling such a dirty trick, yanking his tail then turning coward and running away instead of facing her doom like the wolf she should be. Oh, he’d get her. Running wasn’t any problem, he was fit in both wolf and human form so he’d could go like this for quite awhile, now the question was could she? Perhaps he’d just run her into the ground then give her what she deserved. It had it’s possibilities.

[*Amarant Blades]

Oh yes, he was definitely not thinking anymore. She felt his body relax, and she gave a wolfish grin, glad that he was not where he could see her face...He would have known something was up then. She was going to make sure that he payed for clamping his jaws around her muzzle, and he wasn't gonna like his little surprise too well, either... Though, she had to admit to herself, he did smell really good. Masculine, woodsy...Like a real male should smell. She shook that thought out of her head for the moment, she couldn't go getting distracted by thoughts of how he smelled, or about how well he carried himself, confidence and power. An Alpha. His growl only made her smile more.

As soon as she let go of his tail, hearing his yip of pain and shock, she barked once before turning, running as fast as she could into the deeper woods, away from the clearing. He would never catch her should she decide to keep running. She was made for running, her body fit and muscular, smaller than normal in bulk, but her legs gave her an advantage for jumping over logs and other such obsticles. Though her white fur was thick, it was short, giving her less air resistance than a wolf with longer fur would have. She heard his bark, still a bit behind her, and she picked up her pace, jumping over a large rock.

Oh how she loved running! The wind through her fur, the sound of her paws thumping on the ground, leaves and twigs flying behind her as they were upsetted from their original place on the ground. So many smells filted through her, she couldn't help but pay attention to both sight, hearing, and smell. Endorphins pumped through her body, and she barked once, skidding to the left to go around a large tree that suddenly appeared in her way, easily dodging it. Another bark. He was gaining on her, slowly but surely.

A idea floated into her mind, and her now golden eyes flashed as she suddenly stopped. Using her strong legs, she lunged as far to the left as she could. It wouldn't be something that would keep him confused for more than a second, but it was all she needed....Hell, all she needed really was for a pause. She hid behind some foliage, crouching down, low on her belly, waiting for him. It didn't take Connor long to show up, just a few seconds. Hm, perhaps he was closer to her than she had originally thought.

When Connor paused, losing her scent, that was all the time she needed. He would catch it on the wind soon enough anyway. She jumped up, springing into a run, going straight for him. She barreled back onto the path that she had originally been running on, hopeing to catch him by surprise and send them rolling, hopefully she would come out on top. It was a gamble, but that was fine. This was just play, after all. He wasn't gonna hurt her. She growled playfully, jumping up and pouncing toward him, hitting him in the side so that they both went tumbling, rolling across the ground. Now, it was just a game to see who would come out on top...

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Connor was fuming he did not like her yanking on his tail. Though if he were truthful with himself he’d know he deserved it for holding her muzzle shut but he wasn’t being truthful. How could she? His tail of everything she could have done to him she had to yank on his precise tail. He could still remember the feel of her feminine curves rubbing against the hard courtiers of his body, the sweet smell of wolf, woman and woods. It made his blood hammer and boil in his veins. Chasing after her, only brought to mind how sleek and fast she was. How she was built to last, for speed and endurance. Very much like the Arabian horses of Arabia. Even though they were light and dainty looking they endured more then most other horses could in their finest conditions. Which in turned brought to mind other possible ways she would be able to endure. A growl struggled up threw his throat, he needed to clear his mind, get it off the prize and back to the hunt. He couldn’t have the prize unless he caught his prey. He pushed harder working to catch her.

Digging his feet into the earth and pushing off; the wind beat at his face, smells whirled threw his senses. He heard her bark, and smirked he had her now, he was gaining on her in a few seconds he’d have her in his clutches then he’d get her. Suddenly she was gone, her scent lost to the wind, his nostrils flared testing the air trying to find her. His lungs heaved, adrenaline pumped threw him; clouding his mind with instinct more then logic. The wolf was on the hunt, even though he still knew it was play.

He skid to a halt, his head shot around, eyes narrowing trying to find her; here girly, girly, girly, girl. his head had whipped to the right when he heard the thump of feet, he’d just turned his head to see a flash of fur before it was barreling into him sending him flying the two tumbling and rolling. He heard her growl playfully, and if he were funny would have chuckled. They were rolling, tumbling and tossing with each other. Then he was laying there, a small body sitting triumphantly on him, he growled shifting and tossing trying to witch their positions.

This may be a game but he didn’t like being on the bottom, didn’t like being the submissive, the one Under command. He was boss, he’d always been in charge, he didn’t like loosing the reins, didn’t like feeling like someone else was in charge even if she was just sitting on him.

[*Amarant Blades]

Amarant had got on top! She let out a bark of triumph before Connor started to try to pitch them the other way, to switch their positions. Her eyes danced with laughter as she looked down at him, moving her body so that she could stay on top. She would show him to keep her muzzle closed. She would see exactly how dominant this wolf was, if she could make him give up or not...Though somehow, she had a feeling that she was in for more than she bargained for on that mission.

She pawed at his face, pushing against his muzzle, trying to turn his head, growling at him as she tried again to throw her from him. She was small, and good with balance, so he would have a hard time getting her off of him. The only reason that he had knocked her off the first time was because he had stood up really quick. Well, he was on his back this time, not his stomach, so he would have a harder time with that stunt.

It had been a long time since she had been able to just have fun with another of her own kind. It had been quite sometime since she had run into another lycan, actually, none the less was able to get them to play. And plus, this strange connection that she felt with Connor was an added bonus. She couldn't help but notice how muscular he was in both human and lycan form. He definitely was an alpha, that much was plainly obvious.

During her musings, Connor switched positions really quick, jerking in another direction quickly, causing her to loose her balance. She yipped slightly as she fell off of him and onto her back, squirming quickly to get back up before he had time to take advantage of her scatter brained mistake.

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He refused to turn his head, refused to budge and give her any more then she already had. She thought she had him, he could see the victory glint in her eyes, she was positive that this time he wouldn’t get lose of her. He was going to prove her wrong. He growled flashing white teeth at her when she growled at him trying to get him to submit. He felt slightly wild, laying there with her on top of him. He had the strong urge to break free go wild with the need for control, it hammered at his temples and clouded his vision. It was almost a phobia to loose control to him. He couldn’t, wouldn’t allow it. There was to much riding on the fact that he always stayed in control. The bond though, this imaginary string tying them together, it soothed him helped him remember she was lighter and just playing. To go easy, she wasn’t trying to break him or destroy him just play.

So he fought her but not desperately, not with a need to survive. She was feisty and strong, defiant and a time bomb, he’d give her thought. She was like one of those planes, what was it Dog fights? Constantly coming back, always there a buzz in his ear wearing him down. He could handle her though, he could handle anything. She flew, landing near him he pounced twisting in mid air and once again on his feet. He didn’t waste a moment he was on her, she had twisted off her back at least and he pounced, grabbing hold of the scruff of her neck all the while standing over her growling.

He kept her pinned, all four feet planted around her, two on each side of her body, his teeth clamped over the scruff of her small neck. He wasn’t drawing blood but it was a strong enough hold to pinch if she twisted to hard. It was a masculine rush of pleasure to have her under him like this; something that made his tail thump and his pump just a bit faster in his veins. He dropped his head keeping his hold tight before nuzzling the skin below her right ear with his nose. Something tugged at his throat something very close to a growl but different. Actually wrestling and fighting with a woman like this was a complete turn on, least for him. The endorphins were already pumping adrenaline was kicked in high gear and all it took was a slight tap in that direction and his perverted male mind was crashing full steam ahead.

He stayed stock still though, holding her beneath him, waiting ether for her surrender or her next attack. He knew it was coming one or the other…and he was waiting, all that moved was the thumping of his tail between his legs, other then that every muscle was froze in place his nose scant inches from her fur. He growled low and quiet, not helping himself. He was almost daring her to push him, try him. See what happens when you tempt the Big Bad Wolf with dinner.