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Post by Gin on Apr 13, 2008 21:01:25 GMT -6
"Werewolves get too beeg for zeir clozes when zey change so... zey normally wreep off somewhere. But when deed you-"
Calvin settled down, breathing deeply, his chest puffing out and deflating. He stared at Elle, his eyes desperate to convey to confusion he was going through. His body was full of heat though he knew his pounding desire had subsided. He panted, trying to find his bearings. Though, he wasn't succeeding very well since Elle just kept getting closer.
"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. I would 'ave zought someone like you, and wiz your reputation, would 'ave done eet more zen I 'ave ever even zought of eet."
Calvin stopped panting for a minute to blink at her. This was one strange chick he had gotten involved with. First she tells him not to jump her, then she says she would take the offer, then she says she waits till she knows someone before jumping them. But then, the kicker. She jumped to thinking that because Cal was Cal, he would have "gone werewolf" more than she could ever think. One strange chick.
"Um, no? Thi--Hey, what are you doi--"
Elle was moving, talking. "'Ere try zis." Her sweater was off and moving ever closer to his waist. She gently moved the branches away, careful not to hurt him. Any other girl would have just ripped them away, not caring what she hurt. Strange but desirable chick. He smiled. "Zere."
"Thanks, hun." His fingers lowered to toy with the soft fabric wrapped around him now. She seemed to be preparing to say something else. He looked at her, trying not to move too much, for her sake, as well as his. He loved watching her eyes move over his body.
"Now, can you tell me what 'appened? You tried to eat me."
That caught his attention. Cal met her eyes, finally not staring at the rest of her body. Eat her? He did... The werewolf lowere his head, ashamed to hear the words from such a pretty mouth. "I guess I did, huh? I'm sorry, babe. I've only shifted once. I don't know why tonight. From what I know of werewolves, they change on full moons, not quarter moons." He looked up to confirm that it wasn't a full moon. "Oli and I were fighting and all of the sudden we were biting at eachother with fangs and throwing punched with sharp paws. We seperated but I could still hear him in my head... And then I found you and I thought it was this perfect opportunity to show Oli who was the stronger man."
Cal again looked back up at Elle, hoping to see forgiveness in her blue eyes. "I didn't know who you were. I'm sorry, doll."
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Post by .Scotchy. on Apr 14, 2008 13:56:18 GMT -6
Cal had taken the sweater without any fight, and now Elle was still a bit awkwardly close to him. She took a few steps back and then started to wonder around a little area looking at the bushes and trying to not look at his half naked body. His very beautiful half naked body, but naked nontheless and she wasn't quite sure what to make of it just yet. She had only really truly seen Ike naked, and he was good looking and all but Cal.... Cal almost seemed like a greek god. Something untameable like Achillis in Troy. Something strong andsomething that can take care of himself and others.... something Ike could never do. She paused near a bush and placed her finger against it almost lost in the thought. But a voice pulled her away from her thoughts and brought her back to the world.
"I guess I did, huh?" Cals voice was even godlike. Everything was omnipotent when it was about him. She turned her head and watched him as he explained everything that had happened. "I'm sorry, babe. I've only shifted once. I don't know why tonight. From what I know of werewolves, they change on full moons, not quarter moons. Oli and I were fighting and all of the sudden we were biting at eachother with fangs and throwing punches with sharp paws. We seperated but I could still hear him in my head... And then I found you and I thought it was this perfect opportunity to show Oli who was the stronger man."
His eyes looked back up at hers and her cheeks went almost imediately red. "I didn't know who you were. I'm sorry, doll."
"Eet's ok," her voice was soft and quiet, almost like she didn't want to speak after his voice was displayed. In fact she hadn't even really noticed the pet names. Which normally she would have jumped all over about and how she would have hated them. But here, with him at least, she didn't mind and was only thinking Honey, you can call me anything you like just as long as you keep looking at me....
She shook her head a bit trying to remove all thoughts of him... naked, and get to the werewolf buisness. "Well, I know zere ees deeferent kinds of werewolves. I don't really know ze name I would 'ave to look em up. But zere ees kinds zat change when ze get mad, and others zat change when zere ees a full moon. I am guessing since zere ees no full moon you are ze kind zat change when you are angry." She moved around a little more closer to him than she was before, "Zat means you 'ave to know 'ow to control your anger." She looked at him, her soft blue eyes seeking friendship in him, "I can try to 'elp eef you like."
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Not too far by, Oliver lurked through the woods. Elle's scent had infested the forest by now and his nose was going crazy. Still alive.... Cal hadn't caught her yet... maybe I can show him who is boss...The werewolf smirked at the thought and moved closer to where Elle and Cal are standing.
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Post by Gin on Apr 23, 2008 19:14:41 GMT -6
Cal continued to watch her, his momentarily distracted eyes drifting slowly back down to her chest. Without the sweater that had been keeping her warm, Elle was cold, and her body let him know. He eyed her greedily, wanting to possess this frail girl. He had to protect her, had to save her, had to... warm her. He was immune to the cold but surely working up a nice sweat would warm Elle. He grinned, a wolfish smile for the human face.
"Eet's ok."
It took the boy a minute to register that she was saying it was alright that he nearly ate her (but didn't) and not that she was okaying sex. She was continuing, though, so Cal had to make an effort to listen.
"Well, I know zere ees deeferent kinds of werewolves. I don't really know ze name I would 'ave to look em up. But zere ees kinds zat change when ze get mad, and others zat change when zere ees a full moon. I am guessing since zere ees no full moon you are ze kind zat change when you are angry."
That's it... Stupid werewolves, can't make things simple, can they?
Elle moved in closer. Her new distance from him, produced a slight bulge under the sweater hanging from his hips. Her voice was soft, enticing, though she probably didn't know it. "Zat means you 'ave to know 'ow to control your anger. I can try to 'elp eef you like."
As if would help him contain himself, Cal raised an arm and rested it against her arm as his hand played with her blonde hair, smoothing it then running his hand in it. "Yeah, help... Wanna help with somethin' else, darlin?" Cal lowered his head to give her a hint, pressing his lips and letting them linger lightly against her neck where he had brushed back a lock of hair.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Apr 23, 2008 19:58:32 GMT -6
Cal had moved in on the little space between them like a hunter. He knew what he wanted and he seemed like he knew how to get it too. There was now no space between Elle and Cal and his hand was toying around with her hair. Her blue eyes looked up at his dark brown eyes. His were filled with greed and want that was so clear it made her blush and look down. His hand brushed away some of her hair that was covering her neck and then hovered his lips above her neck, just barely touching her. She shuddered in what was clearly pleasure. Heat and empowered her and was causing her to lean into him more for that comforting feel.
Normally Elle wasn't an easy prize to bag. But for some reason Cal just had that charm. Or perhaps she was vulnerable since what had happened with her and Ike. But she needed to get over Ike, and maybe Cal was just the medicine.
Still a little shy and a little uncertain, Elle stood there calmly, but breathing deeply and enjoying his touch. She slowly extended her hand and pressed her slender fingers against his abdomine, feeling all his muscles react to her. She bit her lip and smiled looking up at him.
This only too perfect moment couldn't last forever. Especially with a lone werewolf staring right at the two in the bushes. The dark beast took three new steps exposing himself as well as making a ruscling noise to get their attention. His head was low protecting his chest, but his black cold eyes weren't on a fellow werewolf, but a fair haired maiden.
Elle's eyes turned toward the sound and her once loose with pleasure body tightened and grew worried. She tapped Cal who was still looking at her roughly, "Cal," her voice was a sharp whisper stricken with panic. This didn't seem like it was going to end happily.
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Post by Gin on Apr 30, 2008 19:29:09 GMT -6
Elle leaned over to him, clearly enjoying the situation. He didn't know about Elle, but in Calvin's mind, all thought of what he had nearly done as a wolf was gone. All that remained was how beautiful and warm and close she was. Calvin sighed, breathing back in with his nose pressed against her neck.
He groaned as Elle's cool hand pressed to his bare stomach. His muscles pulled in at first, barely, shocked at the new cool touch but immediatly expanded to fill her palm. He leaned forward to make the soft touch harder. Cal was no take-it-soft-and-slow kind of guy. He was a rough-and-hard kind of guy. Unfortunatly, most girls weren't.
Calvin never noticed the dark beast hiding in the brush. As attent as his new werewolf senses were, he was momentarily distracted. It was only when the beast made his presence known that Calvin even bothered to grace the werewolf with a blink before his attention was back on his hand that was slowly working its way across Elle's stomach.
Her stomach tightened, not the response Cal nessicarily wanted from a woman he was seducing. His fingers tighted slightly on her side where he had stopped as her voice, riddled with worry, broke their heavy breathing. "Cal."
Cal's eyes turned from the blonde to what her blue eyes were focused on. A black wolf, no, too big to be a wolf; Werewolf. A black werewolf had his head down, guarding what only needed one good bite to kill him. Cal would have recognized that beast anywhere. His muscles tensed again. The sweater, jolted loose by all the movement in the past minutes, fell to the ground, loosely decorating the boy's feet.
His voice came out in a rough growl. "Back off, Spence. Touch her and I will kill you." His eyes narrowed, step one in the transformation. Cal could feel his skin burning, hotter than it had even when Elle had touched him.
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Post by .Scotchy. on Apr 30, 2008 20:39:27 GMT -6
Ellendie kept her eyes on the werewolf afraid if she took her eyes off him for a split second he would attack. It took a little bit for Cal to really open his eyes and see the beast staring and in attack position. But now that he had there was an extreme amount of heat lifting from Cal's body. A lot stronger than it had been before. His whole body had tensed up and his voice came out low and threatening. The werewolf didn't seem bothered by this, but almost excited.
She stood still trying to ignore how her sweater gently fell to the floor and was revealing Cal's cash and prizes all over again. She moved just a tad so she was more behind him than beside. She didn't want to be in anyway close to getting bit. The last thing she needed was to turn into a werewolf herself.
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Oliver calmly stood there watching the pair. His dark eyes glaring at Cal for a few seconds as he spoke words that didn't phase him for a second.
"Back off, Spence. Touch her and I will kill you."
Cal's voice wreaked of dominance, like he had some sort of control over Oli. No one had control over Oli, only he had control. He was the dominant one here. He made the rules. And to show that, he was going to wrip that girls limbs from her body. And do it slowly too right in Cal's face to show him off.
The black beast started to circle the pair. And as soon as he was closer to Elle he could sense the mass amount of fear she carried by the sight of him. He smirked. He reveled in fear and intimidation. And she had every right to fear him. He was horrible, evil, and most of all a werewolf. One bite from him would change your life forever.
Oli growled at her as he neared her inching closer with each step. He then teasingly snapped ar her ancle which made her squeak, and jump into Cal more. An almost laughing hiss escaped the werewolfs muzzle. He was going to enjoy every moment of this.
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Post by Gin on May 4, 2008 15:47:20 GMT -6
Cal's fingers were gripping Elle's waist, holding her tightly; Whether because he wanted to protect her or because he wanted to kill his former friend was still in question. His skin blazed with heat, the temperature rising with every passing second. Oliver was moving, accepting the challenge Calvin had presented him with. Elle shifted behind him, at least, as far as his arm would allow her to go.
Oliver began circling. The black mass was slow moving but threatening nonetheless. He growled as he moved, bidding his time before striking. Cal began to crouch, drawing on his self-control to wait until it was easier to attack. Suddenly,. Oli made his move, snapping teasingly at Elle's heels. She drew back, squeaking and pulling into Cal even more. He immediatly shook her off, leaping at his new rival and transforming in midair. His open jaws snapped closed. Oliver would be in for the fight of his life.
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Post by .Scotchy. on May 4, 2008 17:02:14 GMT -6
Cal had left Elle's side and leaped into the air. And somewhere between leaping and landing he had transformed into a werewolf. His massive body and smashed into Olivers, who was clearly not as big. Elle's eyes stayed transfixed on the two half torn between staying and making sure Cal was going to be all right and running. Clearly running would be the smart brainy thing to do, staying and standing here helplessly was the dumb thing to do, very Ike like, and the trying to hit the other wolf in the face with a big branch was th very brave thing to do... much like Dani. But she couldn't even think. She was just so surprised by the growls and bites that were coming out from them. It all scared it, perhaps scared her too much to really move.
Oliver felt the brown mass tackle into him. He let out a feirce growl and snapped his jaws at him.
Trying to defend your precious girl? She will be mine, and once she is.... every limb will be torn off of her, right in front of you.
He slid out from under Cal and lowered his neck again in the defensive stance. His fangs were beared and hackles up. He then lunged and snapped at his former friends neck. He wasn't going to go down nicely.
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Post by Gin on May 19, 2008 20:21:03 GMT -6
The wolves wrestled around, each gaining the slightest of an advantage for mere seconds before the other overpowered him. Each time Cal would dance in, Oli would dance away and back in when Cal was out. Jaws made audible clicks in the air, teeth meshing together, around small tufts of fur if the wolf was lucky.
Cal fell back, preparing to pounce forward. He sidestepped a few times, chosing the best angle to enter. He found it, sneaking in instantly and rolling Oli over to his side before the other noticed. But Oli was back up on his paws quick enough, only a tuft of black fur was missing from his shoulder, no damage. Oli began stepping to the side. Cal raised back to his paws, balancing himself lightly for attack.
Trying to defend your precious girl? She will be mine, and once she is.... every limb will be torn off of her, right in front of you.
Leave her alone, Spence. It's me you have a problem with. So, deal with me. Leave the girl out of it. Besides, Cal lowered his snarl into a devious grin. You wouldn't want to damage such beauty, would you now?
Oli's hackles were raised, his fangs glimmering in Cal's bright eyes. Oliver lunged, jaws snapping on Cal's front leg. His voice lowered to a deep snarl, his own jaws taking advantage of the proximety to tear at Oli's neck. His working paw clawed where it could reach, out at Oli's neck and head. His snarls get more violent as he became more determined to crush his best friend.
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