`Doesn't This BITE [Truth]

[ROXANNE AVERY WYATT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #762c2c solid; border-bottom: 10px #762c2c solid;] I'm. . . infected. . . It's this blood condition Words: 1,044 || Tagged: Truth || Status: Complete Every never endings screamed as if each microscopic tip had been lit on fire. My joints burned something fierce. I kept having moments where I would feel light headed and dizzy because of my vision changing; it kept flickering back and forth between what I saw as my normal vision and the crisp and clean vision of what I will now have. My skin felt like it was crawling, thousands of little fire hands across its surface, or even like I had stuck my finger in a light socket and I was being electrocuted. Everything felt like it was on fire, I even felt hot to the touch like I was burning off a fever. And not to mention what I was feeling inside of me. It was the weirdest sensation. It felt like I had a parasite inside of me growing with every passing moment, stretching inside of me. This parasite was fur covered, the soft fur brushing against me from the inside. It felt like it was trying to tear me apart from the inside. It wanted out and I wanted it out if it would just stop all of this pain, it was maddening. The pain I was feeling from the infection I now carry was nothing compared to what was actually done to my flesh. Gigantic teeth had torn at my right shoulder, leaving behind massive puncture wounds and torn flesh in its wake. Razor like claws had raked down my back from my left shoulder, across my back, and ended at my rib cage on my right side. Finally there were three smaller lines across my left though. I had cleaned them up when I managed to get home to insure I didn’t heal with debris inside of me. Even though this had happened just two nights ago the wounds itched with the flesh trying to come together and seal the wounds. It was beyond unnerving to watch one’s self heal this quickly. If there weren’t any other sign I would have used this as a confirmation that I was no doubt infected. I wish I could have gone to the hospital about these bite marks. Not to get stitches or anything since I’m obviously doing a fine job all on my own, but to see if there was any serious damage to anything. I don’t exactly know how… werewolves heal, I don’t know the extent of their ability. I don’t know if there is something serious if I will heal it on my own or not. I couldn’t go to a hospital now though. I’ve been infected. I’d be treated worse than a leper. Three is now a bounty on my head as the rest of the… werewolf population. Now you are probably wondering how I came to be one of the infected with the massive amount of damage to my body. Well… it was like any other girl’s night out. We danced, we drank, we laughed, we had the time of our lives. That was all grand; it was on our way home we found our problem. There were theses massive wolves standing in the middle of the road, we didn’t hear or see them until then, they were like ghosts, just suddenly appearing out of thin air. I have seen grey wolves and timber wolves in zoos, but these things were so impossibly large I knew that isn’t what they were. Their paws were probably larger than my open hand. They were certainly taller at their withers than I was tall. They were creatures of nightmares. I thought all the stores I was told growing up were just that, stories. Just stories parents tell their children to get them to behave. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that they were real or that I would be infected by one of them. I don’t really remember much after my friends and I spotted the… werewolves. I just remember waking up covered in blood, I wasn’t even sure if the blood was all mine or not, and my body screaming in pain. I don’t know what happened to my friends, I just hope they are alright. I couldn’t bring myself to go to their homes; I didn’t know what I would find. I couldn’t find one of my friends all ripped to shreds, bled to death, or… the possibilities are unimaginable. I’ve left them voicemails to call me whenever they could and left it at that. If something has happened to them I will get my revenge on the werewolves that did this to me and whatever happened to my friends. I sound this place many years ago; I was out hiking with the same friends that I could have possibly lost a few nights ago. It was so calm and serene out here. I loved watching the clouds roll lazily through the clouds and the wild life that came out if I sat calmly enough. No wild life came out today. They could sense my changing. I was no longer a harmless human girl. Now I was turning into a predator that would make lunch out of them if they ventured too close. Currently I was sitting on a large rock, or more like a small boulder than a rock. My legs were pulled up to my chest and my arms wrapped around them. The way I was sitting pulled at the wounds along my back and made them burn more, even a little bit of blood trickled slowly down my back from a couple spots that hadn’t healed as much, but it kept me grounded. The pain reminded me that it was real. The pain kept me from losing it. The pain kept me from losing myself in the numbness that I felt creeping up inside of me. A pair of old black leather combat boots were discarded next to the boulder I was sitting on, leaving my feet bare. I didn’t wear much for clothing, if I did it just stuck to the wounds and it hurt. I just wore a peach colored bikini with a pair of jean shorts over them. I let out a soft sigh as I looked out across the lake. The sun warm against my olive skin. CLOTHES: This bikini, jean shorts, & black combat boots she took off [/style][/style] Damn this blood condition! Thanks for the disease!

[TRUTH]

My feet hit the ground with a pounding rhythm, set to a tempo that only my pulse could keep count to. My breaths were long and deep, forcing oxygen coming and going at a steady pace and making myself go even when it was starting to seem like I didn't want to. I was master of my body though, I was in control of how it acted and reacted. I was absolute. The man who masters his own soul will forever be called conqueror of conquerors. But I'm not greedy, I just have a point to make. This was the only thought I was going to allow myself during this run - an urgency called out in my veins that I was chasing down to answer - or something like that. I wore nothing but a pair of faded blue jeans - no shoes, no shirt. The air was thick was something and I needed to find out what it was. In all honesty, I'd heard hearsay of a recent werewolf attack, and the number of survivors were...slim, as they usually were. When we went all furry - rational thought went straight out the window. It wasn't about plotting or scheming, it was about blood and fucking.

This was my backyard, and my bare feet knew exactly where to settle against the earth, and when to move - I missed rocks, upraised roots and bounded over dips in the forest floor - it was as if the land herself moved out of its way for me - bowed out of its way, to make the easiest path possible. Yes I was that pretentious to think I was that much in control. I was looking and have been for days for at least one of the rumored victims- it was amazing just how big of a network we had between the two of us - me and Wicked, though still we hadn't allied ourselves with anyone; and while I didn't have the same moral dilemma of turning humans into werewolves like Wicked did, there was still something that moved me to take care of those newly turned.

There was just something that wasn't right about leaving them alone. I had the inexplicable urge to nurture and teach - even if my ways may have been a little less moving then my brothers, to help them grow and get steady - but beyond that...they're on their own. I wasn't a pack leader, and I didn't want to be, hence the reason for being rogue. It would kind of put a damper on the whole..."lone wolf" thing after so many years to have a group of those weaker then us tagging along. (Besides it wasn't like I wanted to randomly infect - there was a strategic coldly calculating deliberation that went in to it.)

I finally slowed after pushing myself beyond a point it wanted to go, and stopped on the edge of the trees before the lake. It was a vast yawning picturesque view, going on a few miles out in front of me - and its surface was so crystal clear that the sun flirted with the top of the water - the small waves that broke and moved its surface reflected the bright light to wink cheerfully at me. I knew that had I been further up the mountain and looking down, I would probably be able to see the bottom of the lake given the perfectly cloudless day it was. I forced a long breath out, then an even deeper one in through my nose - not to catch my racing pulse, but to drag in the surrounding scents - past the smell of the woodsy earth, and the crisp clean smell of the water, but to the smaller things like the wild life and further past to anything that may have been out of place.

It was there, something trailing on the tails of every odor that hit my radar - the warm musky stench of wolf, spiced with the metallic twang of blood. It was almost phantom like even down wind like I was with the air drifting loftily toward me. With a slight frown pulling at my lips and brow I started forward - no longer in a rush. There was someone out here and my pace suggested I had all the time in the world to find them - and in my mind I did, even with the almost full moon riding my better judgement. My steps were soft and light barely disturbing the packed forest floor even though anyone in touch with their keener sense would be able to hear me approach. I didn't think I had to worry about a fledgling - I hadn't made it to my age by not being able to take care of myself, but there was still an edge of cautious dictating my moves and easy glide forward. A loose saunter with the taste of a predatory canter.

Ducking under a low branch I finally broke free of the tree line and I smelled - felt her...yes it was definitely a female force raging in my direction, before I actually saw her. And it forced me to pause once more. It caused something to stir alive in the shallows somewhere in me, a roll of fur as my animal responded to the she wolf not to far off - my clear blue eyes narrowed on the slim figure sitting perched and hunched over on the rocky seat near the waters lip - just about everything else fell away. I didn't or couldn't stop the roll of power that bled out from me to reach out for the familiar, comfortable energy, but felt the first signs of discontent slip at the fact that I'd never really responded to anyone quite like that so quickly. Since it looked like I wasn't going to be able to control the metaphysical part of me...I would be damned if I couldn't keep a good grasp on the corporeal. However, it was sort of hard to portray casual as I stood there, with nothing but a pair of jeans on, and my back literally open. It left me wary - if only in concern for my own paranoid safety. My face was blank, as I waited, but some unsettled warning was going to drive me forward soon. It was to early for her to change, and the signs were a palatable dessert on my tongue that she would.

I let out a small sigh, just a small exhale of breath that had nothing to do with exasperation, and spoke - even from the distance I was at, "let me help you..." It was straight forward, and to the point, abrupt even and out of no where coming from a total stranger. But if she hadn't noticed me before I was sure she would now. "I can calm your beast and take away from the pain," I added. It wasn't just talk, or a ploy, I could save her from it, most of it, for now, if she let me, but it was a losing battle she was waging with herself, if she decided to do it on her own. And it would continue to be painful.

[ROXANNE AVERY WYATT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #762c2c solid; border-bottom: 10px #762c2c solid;] I'm. . . infected. . . It's this blood condition Words: 1,062 || Tagged: Truth || Status: Complete I remained completely motionless while I was perched up on this rock. The few times I did move were only when dried blood began to itch, crack, and tighten across the flesh; it was just a shift of my weight to just loosen up the tightness in my back. My brow furrowed as the repercussions of my new… disease began to hit me. Everything that was me and the life I knew; friends, family, job, everything has been taken away from me. Everything I’ve grown to know and love in this town has been ripped out from under me with one little bite, little being figuratively speaking that is. I don’t think I have a problem being a… werewolf. Just the term werewolf causes my head to spin. I just can’t wrap my mind around the fact that they, no its we now, exist. Werewolves are just supposed to be myths and legends. If the myths were true I was not looking forward to what’s going to happen in a couple nights. My first full moon since I’ve been infected. I don’t want to lose control over myself like that, I can’t lose control. The worst part about this whole situation right now is not being able to control myself, there is going to be so many parts of my life now that I won’t be control with this thing inside of me, it will run my life from now on. I don’t want to shift, I hadn’t even shifted yet and I’m already in massive amounts of pain because of this thing. This was not going to be a pleasant existence if I was going to be forced into living in this hellish pain all the time. I wouldn’t be able to keep up my iron will against it; I can’t be stead fast forever. But if this unbearable pain lessens to where it is bearable or leaves me all together I really think I may be able to come to terms with being a werewolf. I mean, once you look past the whole losing control to a blood lusting creature, how can it not be just a little exciting? Eventually I’ll be strong, fast, and will pretty much give Superman a run for his money. The thought of being very Superman like brought a smile to my lips. Me looking a human will be my Clark Kent disguise while my soon to make an appearance werewolf will be my Superman alter ego. Very faint sounds brought me rapidly from my thoughts, bringing my attention to the person that was stalking slowly up from behind. I remained perfectly still as the gentle foot falls drew closer and closer, though I was no longer sitting at ease but every muscle in my body was tense in readiness to make a run for it if I needed to. There was this… I don’t even know what to call it; it was like this… some kind of sensation that prickled along my spine as they drew closer. My brow furrowed at the sensation at my back and how this thing inside of me seemed to roll around. This wasn’t like before where she wanted to stretch inside of me, trying to find an escape into the real world than being trapped inside of me. No, I was getting a strong feeling that she was… happy or content even. With slow movements, I could never be too cautious with what had happened to me already, I slid off the rock. Once my feet touched the warm sand that bordered the lake I turned, different colored eyes fell immediately on the man that was standing there. Cautiously I considered him, watching him wearily. I started to take a step back, wanting more space between us incase this encounter went foul. What happened next I was not something I expected to happen. A low growl rumbled in my head, it caught me off guard and stopped where I was. I could feel this wolf inside of me glowering at me; she was not going to have any part of me backing away like a coward. She was curious about that wolf. But we were not going to be weak and just back off. We were not going to be submissive and just roll over. Apparently she knew something I didn’t. I swallowed thickly. My heart was racing; it felt like my heart was pounding in my throat now. I tried my best to not show that I was pretty much having a panic attack, but to come off as calm and collected. My eyes narrowed when he spoke. Skeptical? Damn skippy I was, but you can’t blame a girl for being a little weary when she had a wolf the size of a minivan chew on her. My head tipped to the side a little, curious but still very weary. ”What do you mean?” Of course I wanted the pain gone, I could feel some kind of discontent from within me that wasn’t me but her, I don’t think she wanted to go anywhere. I squared my shoulders, I may be hurt but I wasn’t going to come off as some damsel in distress that needed rescuing. The movement of my shoulder caused a sharp pain to stab through it. I risked looking away from the man to my shoulder, the angry pink flesh that was torn but mending, slowly but much faster than any human should be healing. With my chin dipped some my two differently colored eyes rolled up to look at the man again. I was sorely tempted to tell him to turn right around and go right back from where he came from. I couldn’t form the words though. Part of me wanted to know what he was talking about. Then there was the new part of me, the wolf in me, which was making it very clear to me that she wanted to see what this man had to offer. I was weary of it all. If I had been able to I would have grabbed my boots and left myself if it meant to escape away from him. But someone wasn’t going to have that. Slowly I gave a small nod of my head, giving him the okay to do whatever it is he had offered. CLOTHES: This bikini, jean shorts, & black combat boots she took off [/style][/style] Damn this blood condition! Thanks for the disease!

[TRUTH]

I wasn't sure why - oh hell I couldn't even begin this by kidding myself, I did know why a grin was suddenly tugging up at my lips into a one sided smirk. I felt comfortable enough then to cross my arms over the wide expanse of my chest, my chin ducking a little to take to studying, the wolf in me just a little more then pleased that she hadn't backed off - or rather that the wolf in her hadn't allowed her to, and she had enough sense to listen - fast learner. It suggested a strong female. An appealing thing to my masculinity no matter how focused I was. I wasn't here for finding a mate or to sate personal needs even though I denied myself the want time and time again. I had for a long time because I simply could not afford the luxury or time. It would allow weakness in as much as it could be turned into a strength. "Its best if you don't anger the wolf in you anymore then you have to...but showing who's in control first is more important."

My tone remained even, if not a little empty, giving nothing really away except vague amusement with my next words, "reaching a compromise with something you can't see, is always difficult." Between me and Wicked I wasn't so much the bleeding heart, so I showed no signs of softening to make her comfortable, used no gentle persuasions - it'd do no good in this situation anyways. What this woman needed wasn't fine handling - no kid gloves, and until I got some unfavorable response for the way I spoke or did anything, I wouldn't adjust just how I treated the person in front of me.

It seemed though she wasn't as irrational as most of her gender seemed fond of being since she nodded - she obviously understood there was something about me, that could help her - even if she may not know exactly what that was. While I hadn't plan to be "tender" I had no intentions of pushing myself on her either - It showed in the way I'd stayed stock still until she assented, centering myself in a stillness that was only broken by my need to breath. When she did I couldn't stop the small twitch of one corner of my lips, another bare hint of my pleasure toward the direction this situation was going.

I stepped forward, the energy and power of my wolf rolling over my skin like an invisible cloak, almost tangible enough though that it shimmered the air around me. Slowly my arms dropped to remove the unintentional barrier between us, and stopped only a few feet away from her now. She'd asked a question of me, and I did intend to fully explain even though it had been a rather brood inquiry - however I had to admit I was sort of taking my time to do so. There was no real danger in not rushing. I could taste her pulse, her cautious and worry as a fine edge, and the only thing that kept her from becoming food in my mind was the fact she was stubbornly holding her ground, an unyielding wall, for now, that wouldn't back down.

You could be weary and still be a threat. "You know what you are now, or have an idea of it, at least..." It was no more a question then it was simply stating the truth, "wolves naturally are social animals - they crave contact with their own kind as comfort. We may not be pack but I'm strong enough to drive back your wolf, keep her from coming so close to the surface before the full moon." That much I was sure of because I'd done it plenty of times before.

Closing the gap another foot, I held out my hand palm up - my first real blatant sign of relenting outward permission for her contact - even though I didn't posture myself lower then her so it didn't put me in submission, it was a try at equality. I'd wait until she came to me the rest of the way, but in the mean time I continued to speak, no inflictions in my tone to suggest much, "She'll be stronger then you for now, but it is no fault of your own. You've expending quite a bit of energy I'd imagine."

I took the moment to rely on the more human part of me, the one I always had my strongest grip around and was struck first by her eyes. Now that I was this close I could pick up on the subtle difference of the two different colors, and my own gaze couldn't help but trail down. She was all curves and petite frame, a dusky dark starkness to my own light complexion. I was tan, but from my blond hair and blue eyes, I was fair compared to her rather exotic heritage. One I wasn't able to pinpoint just then just based on her outward appearance.

Even though she was so small, one wouldn't expect the feel of potential power coming off of her, like a soft purring buzz, but it was there and it caressed over my wolf consequentially - making him roll just under the surface of me. He liked it, so I was left at the sweet mercy to as well, but of course men were so much more visual creatures and her physical form did nothing but add to it. I was known however for my cool professionalism in any situation - and confronted with a pretty face I was no different. I couldn't help but believe that if Wicked were here, he'd be all charming smiles and talk trying to disarm her with witty words and actions. But I had my own brand of building trust, if I wanted to, and it showed in the well attained patience as I waited...this was probably the gentlest I would ever get.

[ROXANNE AVERY WYATT]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #762c2c solid; border-bottom: 10px #762c2c solid;] I'm. . . infected. . . It's this blood condition Words: 1,293 || Tagged: Truth || Status: Complete You could say that the smirk that crept across his lips unnerved me a bit. Why the hell would he be smirking? I haven’t done anything. I was just standing here. I had a strange inkling that today was going to be just one gigantic headache of shit I didn’t, or would never, understand. Fantastic. A single brow arched up just a little at his words. Not to anger the wolf in me? I could do that? Showing it who’s in control first? My brow was now furrowed and a small frown tugged at the corners of my lips. More and more questions were coming up; I didn’t like that one bit. I think I liked not knowing anything and not having questions more. Difficult. Now dealing with this thing, to reach an understanding with it was going to be difficult. I should have seen that one coming but that didn’t make it any easier, nor me any happier, to deal with. I took a collective breath, calming the bristling anger that tightened things between my shoulders. I almost closed my eyes to center myself but then I remembered that there was a stranger, who out weight me by at least a hundred pounds and all of it muscle, in front of me whose intentions weren’t exactly known. It took more effort than usual but I managed to put that blank mask on that had slipped in my mild frustration. I swallowed that anger that had wanted to come bubbling to the surface, I just let it drain out of me to leave me calm and mostly relaxed. I wanted to take a step back when he started walking closer to me, suddenly I didn’t want him close to me. I felt… I don’t even know what to call it, there was just something rolling off him that prickled across my skin. It pulled at something deep within me, my wolf. If she liked my anger then she just loved whatever this was. She rolled under the surface, I felt the brush of fur in places I should have never felt the brush of fur. She rolled just under the surface almost like a giant cat, almost if she wanted to roll in whatever drew her attention to this male. Whatever I felt rolling off him caused me to be a little nervous. Not because I was afraid. Not because it hurt. Not because I didn’t like it. But because I liked it just as much as my wolf did. I didn’t know what the hell it was, but it was almost intoxicating. My hands were balled into fists at my side to keep myself from reaching out to see if I could touch that energy, or so I decided that is what I was going to call it, which seemed to flow around him. It felt like it was thick enough that one would be able to touch it. But we mustn’t go around getting too up close and personal. That prickle of energy caused goose bumps to rise across my flesh, something I wasn’t proud of. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction that he got any kind of reaction out of me. Stubborn? Who me? I was not proud to admit that I was all too happy with watching him walk toward me. I watched the slide of muscle under his skin in his abdomen. Taking in his build; broad shoulders, slim waist, tall, muscular, tanned. Did I mention muscular? A soft heat rose up my neck and into my face when he stopped in front of me. My gaze quickly darted away from him full aware that I had been staring and I had not been very discrete about it; I was now watching some birds flittering from branch to branch just on the edge of the woods very intently. I was willing my pulse to slow that seemed to have elevated in proportion of his proximity. I may not have been looking directly at him but I was very aware of the line of heat and energy that seemed to be pulsating off of him. I listened very intently to everything he had said. I did know that much about wolves being social creatures, it just never occurred to me that some of their instincts like that would travel from them into a werewolf. Weren’t werewolves of lore supposed to be monsters that stalk the night, want to steal virgins from their beds, and kill everything and anything that moves? Curling up and cuddling was not something that would have crossed my mind. My brow furrowed just a little in thought. ”What do you mean not pack? Is there packs out there?” The other information he had given me I would be able to mull over and wrap my mind around but that… that one surprised me. I had no clue that there were packs of werewolves running around out there and no one even knew about it. Well… I doubt you could fully hide packs of werewolves all the time, I’m sure that there are people out there that know that they exist; their existence just isn’t common knowledge I guess. Packs? Where were they? How do you find them? How do you join? Do you have to join? There were just so many questions that popped up it was overwhelming. I bit my tongue to keep the near endless flow of questions from pouring out. I still wasn’t looking at him when he extended his hand out to me, I was very aware of it though. But I was very intent on watching those damn little birds, I was also mulling over the astounding amount of information that he had given me in just a few minutes. My eyes snapped to him then, a darkness rolling behind him; a mixture of my beast as well as a burning anger. Stronger than me? Never. I wasn’t weak, even if it was just being weaker than something that was part of me. This was something that I wasn’t going to be okay with, even if he said it was temporary like he said. I let out a soft “tisk” sound and shook my head. Better leave it at that than telling him off with what I was really thinking. My weight shifted from foot to foot for a moment. His hand was extended to me. It would be rude to not take it, right? Well, I wasn’t too sure right now. I thought it was a bad idea and I should just go grab my boots and go… somewhere that wasn’t near him. I didn’t like the reactions he brought out of me. My wolf on the other hand was more interested in seeing what this male had to offer us. She was probably right, but I wouldn’t admit that out loud. I let out a soft sigh of defeat, I released my right hand from the fist it was clenched in and lightly took his hand. That prickle of energy rippled across my hand and up my arm. It was… a conflicted sensation. It set my teeth on edge because I didn’t really know what it was but also because I liked it. I didn’t want to like it as much as I did. I wanted to chastise him for letting his gaze wander but I was no better, I had done worse earlier – the memory of him walking, his muscles working, a smooth and almost graceful walk… Point for me for not blushing again. ”Alright, so let me have it. Enlighten me on what you’re going on about,” even to me that sounded a bit hostile, but I’d rather have that than breathy or embarrassed. CLOTHES: This bikini, jean shorts, & black combat boots she took off [/style][/style] Damn this blood condition! Thanks for the disease!

[TRUTH]

I held my slight and indifferent smirk, showing nothing of just how pleased and curious my own wolf was when the woman finally extended her own hand to finally bridge the gap. It was like two conductors had finally met and the energy crawled, licked and jumped to pass over each other. Until I let it happen that ethereal energy would just continue to lap at each other - right now it was testing, teasing...toeing the waters, as it were. At this moment it was nothing more then a cursory exchange. The instant I let go I had no doubt the she wolf would rear up and put up a good fight to not be dominated. My beast would love it no doubt, revel in the challenge, but ultimately win - we had no doubt about that.

Taking a small quiet and collecting breath I dipped my chin in an acknowledging way to answer her questions at last. "There are packs, yes. The Vokul and the Kinbok, to be exact." I paused purposefully, maintaining a firm hold on the hand in mine as I stepped in. The action wasn't so much for myself as it was for my wolf - but it would make the thing I was about to do easier on me. There had to be contact if I was going to attempt to swallow her beast. Intimate contact. With her hand clasped in mine in between us, there was barely the brush of her front against mine, but it offered a nice barrier for now. My voice dropped with the vanished space between us and I had to look down at her to even meet her eyes.

I was momentarily struck with just how contradicting her petite frame was compared to just how much potential power oozed from her - and the stark difference between the two of us. I would have to be careful with this one, I was sure of that. The idea pleased me a whole lot more then it should have but I continued, "then there are those like me who belong to no one. I answer to only myself." The words carried a wild undercurrent to edge along what I meant. I was rogue and would call no one master. And I couldn't help myself then I let a little more power creep out, more like flexing a muscle, something my wolf growled in pleasure at, a smug satisfaction to know it would more then likely get a reaction. He liked her energy, and wanted nothing more to rub against her, cheek to cheek and side to side - scent marking. I had to ignore the impulse, because I would have liked to do the very same thing. But it was magnetic...for lack of a better way to explain it. Instant attraction in a way that had nothing to do with sex - though it could easily translate to that if either of us let it.

The game was on with that little slip, but I had more control then to just let it spiral out of my hands - so to speak. The muscles in my arm jumped a little, causing my fingers to squeeze hers for just an instant before relaxing back. I wasn't sure exactly how to eloquently enough explain what I would have to do, so I went for a more fundamental approach. "You see whether we are pack, or rogue, all wolves retain a order - according to how strong the wolf is. You have alpha's - the strongest of us," here I stopped momentarily to draw our joined hands in my direction touching the back of her hand to my chest, keeping it there, "and then there is everyone else..."

I wouldn't try to suggest she may potentially be in that position, because it was obvious to me in the brief contact I had had so far, she was not at the bottom of the food chain - it was in the biting energy back. "There are Dominants and submissives." Finally I broke my unblinking gaze, my light blue eyes flicking to the side, as a shadow of amusement flitted across my features. I was sure of it because I felt my grin widen. How long had it been since I had felt this particular emotion? And from someone that wasn't my brother, at that? So many years I had lost count. I was briefly haunted by a memory so old that I would later have to wonder if it was an experience of my own, or someone elses. But I saw her face, fair skinned, hair a delicately spun pale blond and eyes so light blue they were almost gray. The look in her beautiful face was nothing of innocence, but impish, mischievous and as unpredictable as the wind. It only lasted a heart beat, a blink of my eyes before the ghost of that person was drug back down in the black recesses of my mind - leaving behind a dusty trail of slight confusion. Did I see a spark of that defiant specter in this woman in front of me? It was a matter to muse over later...

"Alpha's, as I was telling you about, we have the ability to control the wolf - not just our own. We can force a change in others, we can likewise stop it from coming on before the full moon. On the same premise, we have the power to call flesh - which heals fatal injuries. Werewolves aren't invincible, after all...just harder to kill then most." When in doubt, being technically dry I could always fall back on. The metallic twang was tickling the back of my throat enticingly, and the deep breath I took in helped little to alleviate that passing brief thought of food. As the wolf lived on the premise of only three things, eating, fucking or fighting the border between all three sometimes blurred confusingly. "I can use my beast to swallow yours down...literally" here my eyes sidled back to meet hers, seriousness weighing down the faceted shades of blues, speculative and heavy. "If she lets me." I forced the change of energy in a way I hadn't in some time, a great roll of heat that sent fur rubbing in untouchable places and the air wavered.

And it was like the wolf in essence was crawling up out of me, out of every pore to escape like rippling water. He was searching out what was most enticing him, to both of us, in the moment, and I had little choice with my next action, my chin dipped so my mouth hovered over hers, slightly parted. Without realizing it my free hand had slipped to low of the small of her back, just above the swell of the delicate feminine curve - merely resting, not restricting. In retrospect I may have reconsidered doing it this way, if I didn't have such a strong and impulsive want to touch the stranger. But my beast was much to close to the surface...and he knew what he wanted. It would only take a twitch and that circuit would be completely closed- locking it together. Maybe I should have explained better what was going to happen - but the rise of equally heady power rippling up from this impossibly strong little woman making it hard to think...