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Post by .Scotchy. on Mar 20, 2008 19:34:47 GMT -6
It has been a real around the castle lately, well for Ellendie Flor it has been. Her exboyfriend was keeping his distance, as he should, and her other friends just seemed to be interested in other things than hanging out with her. Ru has gone vampire and is dealing with depression and hiding from people, including Elle. Which Elle would LOVE to help her with but it requires some cooperation from Ru as well. Dani has been so wrapped around the fact that Dane is back that she hasn't been around Elle in a long long time. So that has left her to quiet times on her bed reading with her cat Jasmine and ignoring the fact that her brother was here causing mayhem.
But today it was a warm night and the stars were out and looking like a perfect time for a walk. So Elle being Elle she slid out of her bed and closed the book she had been so zoned in on for the last four hours. She straightened her slightly wrinkled navy blue skirt and shrugged on a yellow sweater to go over her white tank top. She slipped on her white flip-flops and snuck out to the hall way before anyone woke up. She tip toed out to the main door and quickly, but quietly, opened it. As soon as it was she ran out near the forest and as soon as she knew she was far enough away she slowed down to a walk. She took in deep breaths to relax and simply took a stroll. She let all the stress that had been happening before the calmness just slip away. Her exboyfriend was gone from mind and the New Years was officually a 'yesterday' thought.
Her rich blue eyes looked up at the stars and smiled. She was feeling great, and to her opinion it was a great day to be alive...
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Post by Gin on Mar 20, 2008 20:04:42 GMT -6
Growl, snap. Another snarl for good measure. A shattered piece of tree limb crumpled to the wolf's side, launching another attack on it. By the time Calvin was satisfied at the limb's is-it-really-part-of-a-tree? appearance, he growled and sauntered on.
One new werewolf is enough to haunt a forest but two young, strong, new werewolves was just asking for disaster. Unfortunatly, the creator of these two hadn't been thinking of the consequences. Calvin and Oliver, have had their first big, and violent, fight, had taken opposite sides of the forest, claiming it as their territory. Neither wanted anything to do with the other, but some mutation had other plans, as the pair were learning.
Stupid arse. Who does he think he is, trying to tell me what I can and cannot do.
Shut your mouth, James, the black wolf responded, without thinking.
The first time the friends had responded to eachother's thoughts, Calvin had been astounded. It had been during the fight, detouring each of their next attacks. By now it was still odd letting the other into every intimate detail but the wolves were trying to ignore it.
Calvin paced through the brush, uncaring about the noise he was making as his big paws crunched over broken limbs and nuts. His territory had to be marked so the clumsy black mongrel didn't "accidently" intrude. His head hung low to the ground, sniffing at every miniscule thing as his ears attempted to pick up new sounds. He paused as one caught his attention. A scent quickly followed. Cal growled, turning toward the intrusion and making his way through the trees, ready to eliminate the intruder.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Mar 20, 2008 20:18:35 GMT -6
Ellendie moved her head down some and turned slightly towards the Forbidden Forest. A soft scratching noise was coming from the bushes, and then weird russeling noises as well. She blinked and bit her lip softly as she stepped closer. She knew it was probably something dangerous and every brain cell was screaming at her to run back. But she has had way too much experience in the Forbidden Forest to be truly scared.
She was brutally beaten and stabbed right in front of it, and other times her, Ike, Malcom, and Dane were in there causing some prank. She always had the knowledge to servive, so whatever it was was probably nothing she couldn't handle. But by the time she was actually in the forest several yards in she realized she had no wand. She frantically searched her skirt (which had no pockets) and then her sweater. Nothing.
The noise became a low growl and she held absolutely still, care of what might happen. What could it be? Her brain was going over all the possibilities and none of them were in her favor. Her heart beat went significantly high and her breathing grew raspy as for some reason, her legs kept going.
But they soon stopped when she came face to face with an over sized huge... werewolf.
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Post by Gin on Mar 20, 2008 20:43:15 GMT -6
Calvin slowed as he neared the source of the smell. A growl caught in his throat, deepening to a warning. His ears lay back, covering his neck as his head lowered to cover his throat. The scent was stronger, calling him closer to the edge of the forest. But the scent was approaching him as well.
Not too smart if you like life, prey, he thought with a snicker.
You got food? Oh do share, Cal.
Bugger off, Spence. You stay away from me, he growled back. An audible growl accompanied his threat.
He paused, realizing his mistake but his prey was still coming. Calvin grinned, baring his yellowish white teeth. The hair along his back bristled, seeing the human stepping through the trees. Her scent was faintly familiar but the werewolf disregarded it. He grew silent, letting her eyes adjust to catch his dark form in the shadows.
Fear.... Calvin opened his jaws, his tongue slipping out to lick his maw. The girl was in front of him. She had noticed him.
The male growled, taking a step sideways and moving around her.
Come on, Calvin. Share. I want that. I can smell it, Oliver called, his voice betraying his want.
Lay off, man. Seriously. You get near me and you'll pay.
One cirlce around the girl and Calvin had a plan. He retreated, moving back into the shadows and hiding against the side of a rock. He crouched, again licking his lips. The girl seemed scared, perfect for a first kill.
Calvin pounced, snarling at nothing in general.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Mar 20, 2008 20:53:24 GMT -6
The great animal made a fine cirlce around her, it was clear he was just as interested in her as she was him. Maybe a bit too interested. She moved away when he got closer, her flip flops not sheilding her feet from the twigs below that scratched her some. She looked down for a second at her toes and then back up. The Animal was gone. But her heart still pounded, there was no way he would just leave like that. He was reveling in her scent, wasn't he? She heard some movements of the bushes and she quickly turned her head to see the wolf flying at her. She let out a squeal and instantly turned to run.
She was running as fast as she could in flip flops, and was ignoring the strain she was putting on her feet. She moved bushes the stratched and pulled at her as she ran past. At this momeent it seemed like everthing was against her, and nothing was going to lend a hand. The ground seemed like it was sinking her shoes and slowing her down, the trees were tugging at her with branches. It was like she was suppose to run into this wolf. This beast, this... man killer.
After so long her lungs were burning from the lack of air and her sides were cramping. She went the wrong way, she only went further in the forest instead of out. It was probably the worste idea she had ever come up with, if she even thought about it. But when she slowed, there was no noise coming from behind her and no trait of the wolf. Did she really out run the beast? There was no way...
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Post by Gin on Mar 20, 2008 22:33:57 GMT -6
Calvin snarled. His prey was running. His massive paws had caught nothing, angering the already mad animal. His body twisted, legs turning to straighten him out so that it wouldn't take more than two seconds to change the direction of his momentum. He launched into the woods, cursing himself for giving her the oportunity to run. But then again, it provided entertainment as well as nourishment.
Got away, eh, Cally? Should'a let me handle it.
I'm taking care of it, Spence. Touch her and you're dead.
So touchy.
Calvin stopped running, panting as his yellow eyes darted around through the thick forest. She had run deeper into the woods. This could have been a good thing had it not been for the scent marker Calvin's nose had registered a few yards back. It was not his own nor was it Oliver's. He snorted and trotted back to his own territory. He whined at the border, sniffing along the edge. As he began to despair that he had lost his dinner, the girl's scent picked up again on his side.
Again Cal darted off, getting closer and closer to the tiring human. He could see her now. She was a few yards ahead. She had stopped, looking around. Calvin stopped, inching forward silently. She couldn't detect him this time. When the girl was only a feet from the wolf, he jumped.
His body crashed down on her, knocking her backwards. His snarl echoed off the trunks around the pair as his bared teeth came slowly closer to her neck.
Calvin knew that scent. He had known that earlier but from where? It surely didn't matter. His nose was much more sensative now so how could he have smelled her as a human. She was just some lost kid. It was her fault she had come into the forest. It was a rule not to and she had. Just like he had broken the rule and he and his best friend had gotten bit. She had to be punished, no matter who she was.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Mar 20, 2008 22:50:30 GMT -6
It seemed to be fine for the moment. So Elle had stood there to take in some breaths. It took her a few moments to realize, but she was shaking. Her hands and knees were vibrating so fast that she almost collapsed into the ground. She hadn't needed to run that fast in a long time, and the time that she did she wasn't able too. She rested her hands above her head to ease her breathing and glanced around for any signs of the wolf. There was none. Well so she thought.
Out of no where a force hit her at the side causing her to fall to the ground. A small whine left her mouth as her head smacked against a stick. Snarls became loud in her ear to the point it was clear as who it was. The wolf. She turned on her back to see a snarling thing standing over her and getting ready to bite at her neck, "No!" she breathed moving her arm around for a stick, and the other holding his chest so it couldn't bite, or at least she was trying to.
"Please, no!" She cried, even though she knew the beast couldn't understand her. She was hoping, or just plain wishing it would stop. "Someone! 'Elp!" And just as if it was back in the old days, a simple name slipped from her tongue, "IKE!!"
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Post by Gin on Mar 23, 2008 18:44:08 GMT -6
"No!"
A hand pushed against his chest, barely a tickle to the large wolf. In his mind Calvin chuckled, amused by the feeble attempts of this girl to stop his will. A hand just out of his sight fumbled around for something, probably trying to get a rock or stick to hit him with.
Calvin's teeth got closer, his jaws widening to span around her soft neck. He growled as his head approached, willing to make his first kill meaningful.
"Please, no! Someone! 'Elp! IKE!"
That was it. Calvin had known that smell. He had spent an entire night drinking in the scent, trying to impress and comfrot the girl who had broken up with her boyfriend, her boyfriend Ike. Ellendie
Calvin's jaws snapped shut as the knowledge registered, his anger evaporating to shock and guilt. The heavy brown wolf that had spanned the girl's body disappeared, in its place a dark boy. Shock had taken over his muscles, locking in place. Calvin couldn't move. He panted, struggling to catch his breath from the chase he had just initiated with this girl. Unable to get the amount of air he needed, Calvin passed out. His head dropped to Elle's chest, his hands laying on each side of her shoulders.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Mar 23, 2008 19:11:33 GMT -6
Ellendie wasn't sure what to when everything just, changed. The wolf wasn't snarling anymore, instead he was silent and his once gaping jaws were closed. She paused looking up at the wolf, his eyes staring back at her with what almost seemed to be sorrow. Her hand stopped and she froze as he started to form into a different shape. The jaw crammed into his head and formed a human mouth. And his weight was slowly being draped on her as his arms and legs grew to be human as well and instead of staying up right he sprawled everything and fell on her. She let out an 'oof' noise and looked down to see who it was.
The hair was familiar but anyone can have hair like that. The body looked very familiar, though she has only really seen ONE naked body in her life that was male, she still recognized the broad shoulders and slight muscle tinted to them. She bit her lip and she gently tilted the head that was so nicely planted in her breasts. Her small velvet hands held up his cheeks and his face revealed that it was Calvin.
Elle bit her lip and looked up at the sky. How did Cal manage to become a werewolf? A sudden wave of empathy hit her. She felt horrible for him. All the things she has learned in class made being a werewolf seemed to be a horrible curse that was laid upon you. She bit her lip and looked back down at him, what was she to do here?
She moved her palms to his chest and gently pushed on him, but he was far too heavy for her to move him on her own. "Calveen." She mumbled pushing again, ""Ey, Cal, wake up." She pushed gently and as she did she lifted her leg some to help support him. Her skirt slid up and her inner thigh was feeling something else that she hadn't before. She blinked and as she realized what it was her cheeks turned ten different shades of red, "Calveen, wake up!"
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Post by Gin on Mar 30, 2008 14:50:05 GMT -6
Cal could feel his lungs inflating. He could feel the blood as it coursed through his body and he could feel the light throbbing of his tired muscles. Yet somehow he was detached, a completly different entity from his body. Calvin could sense what was going on around him in a vague picture. He lay over a girl; her soft hands brushed his face and chest but he was unable to enjoy the touch. Her quiet voice pleaded with him to wake up.
He struggled with his consciousness, begging himself to remember the name of this angel.
"Calveen, wake up!"
Something had made the girl more frantic to get him off. Her leg pushed at his hip. The werewolf in him had already raised his body temperature but a sudden surge gave him a clue to the girl's embaressment. But as bad as the touch may have been for the girl's dignity, it served to pull the boy from his unconsciousness.
Air rushed into his lungs, the sheer amount forcing a loud cough from the boy. He let his eyes open back to the dark forest. He could see very few things. One thing that stood out was the immediate position his face was in. Calvin leaned up, now straddling Ellendie. It had yet to occur to him that there was a breeze hitting his warm, bare body.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Mar 30, 2008 15:04:09 GMT -6
Calvin slowly and very groggily got up from Ellendie, or well sorta got up. Now both his thighs were on either side of her and well... his manhood rested on her stomach. Once he was up some nice breeze blew on her, which made her realize he was the mass heat she was feeling earlier. Her lungs were able to function properly again with the nice easy up and down moments again instead of squashed and crammed in with barely any movement at all for her to breathe. Her hands sat awkwardly at her sides as his face moved away from them. But still her cheeks were a deep red from her embarassment.
Her deep rich blue eyes scanned up his muscled body (which just made her grow hottter) and stopped at his eyes. "'Ey," she muttered. What was she to do here? He was naked... still on her, and a possibly a young werewolf. Which made him extremely dangerous if pushed the wrong way.
Part of her was torn with interest and the other part of her wanted to run off screaming. But she just couldn't. He was her friend, and even though she had no wand to control him if he got mean, she had to stay to help. Or just talk to him.... if she could get a word out that didn't sound like a stutter. He was very handsome.
She wiggled under him some tried to sit up but he seemed to be as heavy as a building would be on her. "Ees zere a chance of me getting up, and you getting.... cloze?" She bit her lip her blue eyes going down his chest again. His very yummy looking chest.
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Post by Gin on Mar 30, 2008 16:07:45 GMT -6
"'Ey," she said. Calvin could only stare down at her. His dark eyes locked on her breasts, slowly inflating with air as she took in breaths. He let out a breath he had been holding, his manhood swelling a little more against her belly. He could imagine her naked, sweaty and panting beneath him. Well, she was part way there. She was beneath him. He smiled, his eyes sparkling with lust.
If his own eyes hadn't been admiring her body, he might have noticed her eyes doing the same. He was forced to removed his eyes from her chest when she spoke.
"Ees zere a chance of me getting up, and you getting.... cloze?" She moved, or rather wiggled against him. Calvin groaned, his eyes closing. Maybe if he couldn't see her he wouldn't feel this pain surging up from his groin. Nope, no luck. He could feel the heat of her body through their cloths.
Very much against his will, Calvin moved back, allowing her room to scoot away if she wanted to. He opened his eyes again to look at her as his mind registered the second part of what she had said. "...and you getting.... cloze?" Close?
"You want close, I thought we had it but if that's what the lady wants..." Calvin crawled back over to her, laying beside her. He wrapped one of his legs between hers edging it up to her thigh while one hand traced her stomach and the other held up his head.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Mar 30, 2008 18:40:15 GMT -6
This was not what she expected at all. He sat there on her and his eyes were not on her face instead of looking at her body with a slightly greed. She bit her lip and did another little squirm dance under him. She could feel his manhood hardening against her and she was growing a bit more nervous now. Only one man, if you even wanted to call him that, had her. And even then it was awkward and really dorky. This wasn't the same, it was like she was virgin all over again and the real thing was going to snatch her up... tonight.
His eyes closed in what seemed like pleasure and then gave her a bit more room to squeeze out. So she was just about to do so when it changed again. "You want close, I thought we had it but if that's what the lady wants..."
Her eyes widened, "Close? Deed I say-"
He was now down against her again and her breath stopped. He carried so much heat, and weight it was all too much for her, but she loved it dearly. He layed next to her one hand propping his head up, one leg wrapped around hers and a hand dancing it's fingers a long her stomach. Breathing suddenly became a chore.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip enjoying his touch way too much. "Cal-" she started to say 'no' but it just didn't come out. Her skirt slid up some in reaction to his leg being there and her cheeks deepened into a maroon. "We... can't," she breathed as she opened her eyes. "First off... zees eesn't what I meant, I meant clozes.... you know...," she tugged at her sweater, "ees zere any cloze for you to wear?" It was so hard to say no to him when he was so hot and hard against her. Man did she want it. But she only knew him so much and he wasn't her boyfriend... no one was. "And not to sound rude or anyzing - you just tried to eat me."
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Post by Gin on Mar 31, 2008 20:18:42 GMT -6
"Close? Deed I say-"
"Yeah that's what you said, hun." He smiled, smoothing his leg against her leg being revealed by her slowly climbing skirt. Cal grinned, close to shifting his hand beneath her sweater.
"Cal- We... can't. First off... zees eesn't what I meant, I meant clozes.... you know... ees zere any cloze for you to wear?"
Her eyes had been closed as she spoke but now her blue beauties opened back up to him. Her cheeks were a dark shade, red, from embaressment. Calvin stopped his touching, unhappy to have the sensation taken away from him so quickly. He groaned. She had moved her sweater, barely, but enough to shift its contents. The pain in his groin surged again, making it even harder for him to move away. Even the way she was looking at him made it hard to move away. So he settled for a few inches.
He breathed in deeply, hoping to catch an easier breath so he could talk. His voice was husky as he spoke. "I'm sor-- sorry Elle." That was it! Her name was Elle. A brief moment of stupid had clouded his logic... or maybe the hope of sex had clouded his logic... Either way, his logic had been clouded.
"Your accent." Your hot accent. "I misheard." Oh... But I wish I hadn't.
He sat up on the dirt, pulling his knees up but keeping them slightly apart. His brain and logic was still minorly clouded by the blood pounding in his manhood. Needless to say, the thought had yet to occur to him to cover said manhood, with a leaf at least.
A few seconds passed, Calvin's head tipped backward, breathing deeply in the cool night air. The urge he had felt moments ago to crawl into Elle had passed enough for him to process what she had actually said. He needed clothes. Calvin looked down, his naked body finally registering in his head.
"Oh my god! What happened?! I swear I was wearing clothes when I shifted!" He dug around in the dirt for a minute as well, showing Elle more than she probably ever wanted to see in her life. "No wand either?! Dammit!" He sunk down on his knees and lay his head none-to-gently in his palm.
"AH! I am so sorry Elle!" he said loudly, shuffling around to find a few branches. It was enough to cover the majority of his hips, though a bit was still visible. "It was my first time-- I didn't realize--!"
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Post by .Scotchy. on Apr 5, 2008 19:09:02 GMT -6
At first Cal was barely moving as if he still hadn't quite grasped what was going on or what she was asking. But he did move off her some and just layed next to her. This Elle could do. She was starting to get used to his warmth and feel, and really was starting to like it. She slightly wished Cal wouldn't listen to her and just have his way with her right here and right now. In the middle of the woods, and not just any woods the Forbidden Forest.
Her blue eyes switched from staring at the sky to Cal.
"I'msor-- sorry Elle. Your accent. I misheard."
She smiled soflty at him, "Eet's ok, I probably need to work on my Engleesh a lot more zan I do."
He sat up and was a bit more sheilded than he was before. She didn't mean too, but she did it anyway, when she felt his warmth leave her side she let out a small whimper. Not a loud one, like a dog, but a soft 'eph'. Which is her saying 'no come back... please.' But he never came back instead he sat there for a few and then quickly got away from her. But she had a flash of everything he owned. And from that point on she was trying to look at his face not his manhood.
She sat up and watched him scurry around grabbing at things to cover up.
"Oh my god! What happened?! I swear I was wearing clothes when I shifted! No wand either?! Dammit!"
Ellendie blinked at him, did she seriously knew more than him about werewolves? "Werewolves get too beeg for zeir clozes when zey change so... zey normally wreep off somewhere. But when deed you-"
"AH! I am so sorry Elle! It was my first time-- I didn't realize--!"
At this point she couldn't help but giggle as he tried desperately to cover himself up. "Eet's ok. Eef I wasn't me, I would 'ave taken ze offer right 'ere and now. But I am me.. so I wait I guess teel I get to know someone before i jump em." Her cheeks then got red and her eyes looked down at her fingers as she twisted them together, "I would 'ave zought someone like you, and wiz your reputation, would 'ave done eet more zen I 'ave ever even zought of eet."
She grinned and stood up shrugging off her sweater."'Ere try zis." She got close, not really knowing or caring if he was comfortable with her this close now that he knew what was going on. But he was warm and she wasn't- well not anymore since she was giving him her sweater to cover up. She took his twigs and leaves he snagged to cover himself. She then wrapped the sweater around him so that the back of it was covering his manhood. "Zere."
She crossed her arms and looked up at him, but taking a nice look at his chest as she brought her eyes up to his, "Now, can you tell me what 'appened? You tried to eat me."
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