Their eyes shine in the moon’s light as they fight. Their movements are fluid, smooth, and predatory. Lean, taunt muscles lay beneath different colors of fur and sharp incisors are visible beneath black gums. Blood spatters over their beautiful coats and color the ground red as they snap, tear, and wound each other.

Fur standing on end, you approach the two groups as they pause and separate as they take notice of your presence. Two pairs of eyes stand out to you and unnerve you. Both seemed to draw the respect out of you without your consent as you lower your head and tuck your tail between your legs. Power radiated from them both, and you’re unsure whether it was the large, dark grey male with golden eyes, or the black female with bright green eyes that had the strongest air to them. They both stood across from each other, and large groups of other wolves and Werelings in human forms stand on each side behind them. All of their eyes bore into you and you stop as you stand before the two obvious leaders.

Your muscles tense and they begin to shake as your wolf side slowly draws you towards one side, your true nature, good or evil, slowly reveals itself as you make your decision. Which side will you choose? Will you choose the path of light and good? Or the path of dark and evil?

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Tempting Fate

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1 Tempting Fate on Thu Jan 23, 2014 2:05 pm

Damn them all to hell. Eyes blaze as she pierces the flesh that dares press against her waist.  Waitress or not she could not stand to be touched without her permission and was several seconds away from ripping it off her. Shall we stalk him tonight? Tali croons to her, gathering herself within Mari’s mind as if she was ready to burst forth and ravish the trucker before her. He probably stood around six feet and was well muscled, however he also sported a slight belly and if judging by his scent, was a recreational alcoholic. He would make good sport but then what Tali? I need this job, besides he smells and I rather not have that taste in our mouths. A smile begins to pull at the corners of her full lips as Tali grimaces, and with that she whirls around before the trucker takes her smirk as a cue to proceed.

She hated her job at the Rusty Burger. She was considered a cook but she also waitressed there part time to make a little extra cash. Her boss was evil and the patrons even worse to the point that she made it her mission to dumb down her looks. Even now in a pair of oversized black dickeys and the red work shirt they managed to undress her with their eyes. ”A chili burger, medium rare, and hold the onions.” She called the order then fled to the break room. The clock read 11:57 which meant she had three minutes before she could quit this dump for the night. Three minutes that she used hiding before punching out and slipping through the back door. No way was she using the front for the late night customers to follow her home. Like you were going home anyway. A soft giggle is the only response given to Tali because the darn wolf was right. Since turning sixteen they had finally settled on a name for the beast within her, Tali, a beast that was as sarcastic as she was passive aggressive. Yet, they balanced each other out and for that Mari was glad.

Quickly, yet quietly she transverses the maze of buildings and alleys with the proficiency of a city thief; because well not too long ago she was a urchin. It was by the grace of the moon that she was able to persuade the manager of Rusty Burger to hire her.  Well it was more so the fact that she had worn tight jeans and a fitted shirt; an cute little outfit courtesy of Belks in the mall, a little snatch that had caused her to avoid that side of town for months. But that was the past and right now she only wanted to focus on feeling the sand between her toes as she deftly leaps the last post separating her from the ivory sand. Shoes swiftly in hand she takes off down the strip of beach at a leisurely pace. Careful, I smell them.Tali growls to her from her relaxed lounge, like Mari didn’t have a clue where she was. She could decipher the perfumes of the border, and had actually tempted fate by walking this exact same path sporadically hoping that someone might spot her. She had dreamed of what it would be like to actually belong to a pack but feared rejection. Even now, outfitted in her work uniform spritzed with the alluring aroma of grease and old frying oil she just knew she was a poor prospect. Yes her body was hard with subtle muscle, her long graceful profile limber and agile, with a pair of keen eyes that her wolf loved to peer from, but that did little to convince Mari that she would be welcomed. Besides didn’t everyone know that females were the most possessive of every species? They might be like the girls of her junior high school, the highest education she received formally before her transformation. Yet, with all that said she made especially sure she never crossed the border. Sighing softly she continues, her pace slow as she mules over her day, not even thinking that this time she tested fate one too many times.

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2 Re: Tempting Fate on Sat Jan 25, 2014 10:45 pm

The great fighter of the sweet haven of his stepped solemnly into the lands of which he spent his days and time wisely within. A love of his own lay quietly into the peace of his home along the sandy shores not to far from where the male tread that day. The waves and winds mixed in a roaring fit as they washed over through the air and pounded into his eardrums like as if a truck were to pass on by in the busier parts of the NYC. New York was a wonderful place to start his very few adventures, especially since after being so far from home, it was a great way to begin his life and learn new experiences. Already after being here for over fifty years he had begun to learn many things and be given multiple chances to affect his future, but above all, the male could never top the decision in his love for the woman they lay in his bed just now. He had stayed up to watch her rest, until then leaving the time to fly and finally escape the comfort of his resides to humbly walk around the territories as one should to protect the lands the are truly owned by one of his closest friends there. The Alphess. The maiden with long flowing fiery red lochs had managed to befriend him oh so long ago, and since then, the two have been like siblings to when their times were not of pack issues and just them when her love would be elsewhere in his works. Alexander had once known to hate the Alpha, but quickly dismissed the drama as the news of her pregnancy slices the relationship with its utter silence.

Teimhnin - Red he liked to call her, had granted him with her heart to protect these lands and to be a figure for her children as a wise uncle for them to look up at someday. He promised to her that he would do his best in supporting the family, as much as he despised the Alpha, but knew to get along if it meant being with his friend as long as he had a pack around him. His footsteps were the only other sound asides from the roaring winds that blew into his side. The male's paws were numb, but he did not complain, for he did not mind it. Where he had come from, there were many days of snow, and cold weather, and for as long as he had lived amongst the unpredictable climates, he had become quite well adapted and learned the ways of getting used to it just as any other. The winds pressed his crimson ash fur against his side as he walked over the crystals of white that smothered the shore. Glistening in the moonlight shined his very blue hues  - forevermore beautiful than any blue within the deep oceans and beyond. As the wind caught up with the rest of the passing long moments, the scent of grease filled his nostrils and partially made the glands in his mouth salivate as he had begun to imagine a juicy burger at the end of the scent's trail. His long tongue slipped through the gap of his jaw and lapped hungrily at the sides of his chops - the tip of his tail that hung between his legs twitched slightly with hope of something to dine on for he was quite hungry. But as the direction of the aroma shifted, a feminine odor was replaced with it and his ears perked with curiosity.

As he neared after the scent, his snout lowered to the ground, slightly hovering over the snow as a trail of footprints then appeared within the powder for him to follow. The great brute was interested in this scent, for it was not mortal, and not new to the race of wereling. This held age, much older than him and probably much stronger, but the female would not tell the different. The scent of the back was drenched in his fur and masked his age like a camouflage against enemies or potential loners in search of a home. Alexander took little time in finally seeing the silhouetted figure of a female before him, moving closely as his tail raised and his stance rose in dominance to her presence. Her skin was but of a dark caramel, smoothly enriched to befitted in a beautiful body like a majority of all wereling women, especially pures, he knew. The Guardian handsomely dipped his large wolf cranium proudly, but slightly as she did not show any signs of thread nor superiority as she was only a lowly wanderer, "Good evening, ma'dam. Where and why does a prize so delicately appear to me lead to the borders of my Alphess's pack, love?" His voice was deep and praised with a seducing tone within his British drawl towards the beautiful maiden. Slowly did he return to his normal human suit, keeping his eyes to be remained on her before finally reaching the end of his shift and standing on his two feet, "Pardon me. I am Guardian Alexander of Venantium, though Alex or perhaps A.J. for short will suffice nicely, miss. State your name and reason, if you will. I mean you no harm, I assure you." His hand gradually reached out to meet hers, waiting politely as the gentleman took her small hand and pulled it up to place a small kiss upon her knuckles before releasing it back to her side. Alexander rose his chin and stance like one should, a man of his word at heart as well as one of fine manners. He knew to treat a woman, as he had one back home awaiting his return, but did as he wished with others so that they would not be bothered with his kiddish personality sometimes. He loved his mate to the fullest, be truly believed all women deserved a man's attention of a fine, old-fashioned greeting. But there were others that did not wish for such things, and often did he find those and prefer to stand away from them. The Britshman watched and waited patiently for the woman to speak, attentively training his hearing only to her and her only.


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