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 Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 5:31 pm
  Rourke cherished the sound of ‘my husband’ whispering past Alette’s lips, it gave those warm fuzzy feelings the humans were always talking about.
“George?” Rourke was curious now, leaning forward in his seat he asked, “Who, pray tell, is George? Have met him? As the eldest I should make sure you’re out and about with the right people.” The corner of his lips quirked up in a little smile.
His eyes roved from his brother to watch Alette get ready before they left. He understood the practicality and the necessity behind the contacts she wore but it did not mean he liked them. He still remembered what they looked like before she was turned but he preferred this more vibrant red. It gave an odd sense of life and this eye color was unique only to her.
Rourke pulled himself more firmly into the present, “My wife still has not said where she would like to eat. Maybe you’d want to see a movie afterward? Waste away some of the night.” Lives as long as theirs had to be filled with something other war. If one weren’t careful they could simply waste away and be none the wiser to that happening. Or is that wishful thinking?
It mattered very little, his life was full to brimming with reasons to stick around for whenever death came his way. With that in mind he turned a grinning face to Alastar, “If you and George could bare to leave the house you’re welcome to sit two rows behind us.”
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 6:51 pm
"You are not older," Alastar replied haughtily, striking a pose before shoving his feet into the shoes. As he started to put on the belt, he continued, "I am older. I remember." This was a completely absurd assertion. There was no way that Alastar could know that he was older, much less remember- their parents had had a hard time telling them apart as infants so that even they were unsure. All the same, he made his ridiculous claim with a sort of confidence that relied very little on fact and heavily on speculation.
"George is just my boy," Alastar shrugged. Over the years he had habitually kept relationships with one boy and one girl to satisfy his desires of the flesh. After a while they were discarded or left; some grew old, some became angry that he refused to turn them, some wanted children, some moved, etc. etc. It had been many, many years since anyone had lingered too long beside the vampire of their own volition and feelings were reciprocated. Even he was not sure why he did it: perhaps he was lonely and had given up on anything meaningful when Juliet died... or perhaps he was searching, fruitlessly, with dim hope still in his heart.
"I just wanted to walk around a bit tonight by myself, but it can wait," he remarked as casually as they were talking about the weather. One could be certain that if he was going alone purposefully that he was either doing something reckless or immoral. Probably both.
"As much as you might relish a double date, brother, I'll have to decline. The boy is mad with all these illusions of grandeur he can achieve if I were but to turn him. Introducing you two to him would be a mistake. I can aid you hunting, if you like, though." He occupied himself with brushing off his shirt, his lips set into a fine line. Talking further about Goerge wasn't an option from the look on his face.
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Posted: Sun Jul 27, 2008 7:58 pm
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class...Malcolm noted the woman slowing down a bit, humming less, knowing she was preparing for a fight. Certainly seemed like Melanie. He could call to her from this distance and alert her, but that would take any fun out of it. And if it wasn't Melanie, he might have found a date for the night.
When he called to her and she answered, he laughed. "You think I'm having any more fun than you? At least you get to go out and about. They actually expected me to stay at home. At home!" Noting that she was walking again, he quickened his pace to catch up. "How long is our shift again?" It was their shift, even though she was doing most of the work. If there was a situation she couldn't handle, she was supposed to call her back-up, which was him tonight.
He hated being back-up. If he had to participate in patrol duty, he wanted to be the active patroller, the one on the streets looking for signs of supernatural danger. He also wondered at their choice to have Melanie do active patrol at all. She seemed a bit...over eager. Or wand happy, however you wanted to put it. Either way you say it, it always appeared that she'd rather be out making fights than controlling them. Still, she was company.We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 1:24 pm
Aithne slipped out of the cafe having finished her coffee. She wrapped her hair in a ponytail, and then let her hair fall down. Walking along, she could feel it swing with every step. A little smirk crossed Aithne's lips. Her favorite weapon. Over the years she perfected the art of whipping her hair, sharp as a whip and twice as dangerous. Sighing, she thought,
What a boring night. Nothing to do.
With a wistful stare upwards,
No one to see.
She decided to wander the alleyways, her hands in her jackets. Aithne was never cold, even in thirty-degree weather; however, it seemed that only her hands became frozen. In her line of work, her hands could mean death or life. She took them out, watching the pale skin tinge with blue before placing them in gloves. It seemed ages ago when she first used her hands to kill. The first time. Her first time.
Only thirteen, her mentor had decided that it was time to take her out to let her gain some experience. After following the prey for a two nights, they went out for the kill. Cornering the vampire was easy, in the basement of an abandoned building, in the deepest corner. Her mentor slashed him up good, and then motioned that Aithne follow with the final blow. Nodding, she decapitated him in one smooth slash. It was so easy, the blood dripping on her face, it was all too easy for her.
Shaking her head, she let the memories fade from her head, and continue continued walking the dark streets.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:08 pm
Galvin sighed as he looked into the night's sky. He had begun patroling where he usually did. Directly on the border of Vampire and Lycan territory. Most Hunters considered this dangerous territory to venture, but he knew better. Neither Lycan or Vampire wish to roam here, for this is where they are most likely to get attacked by the other. Also, there were too many people around for an open attack. It made his job easier. Running a hand through his unkept hair he kept walking, watching every person he passed by. So far, nothing, but the night was still young.
Stopping, Galvin sat down in the opening of an alley, making it easier to watch the people passing by. Who would question a homeless man staring? Maybe there won't be too much blood shed tonight. He mused, as more people passed by him. It never hurt to hope after all. Galvin would have to get moving soon, he hadn't eaten yet, and hunger was begining to set in. While he continued to observe the people, he mapped out where he would patrol for the night. His thoughts were interupted as his stomache growled, and Galvin stood, walking the streets once more.
Sighting, he spotted a small resturant and began counted the money we was carrying on him. It was enough to order something small, something a homeless man could afford. Walking in, he took a seat by a window, so that he could watch the people passing by. Still, there was nothing he saw, but hunger might be dulling his senses. Taking a quick look at the menu he ordered coffee and a chicken breast. He got an, odd, look from the waitress, but she accepted his order all the same. that's what I get for dressing like a bum. Galving thought to himself, looking over his shabby atire. Sighing once more, he began to wait for his meal, maybe then he could continue his patrol.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:26 pm
Living in an area which was close to many amenities, it made it possible for Rena to walk to most places. Having been power-walking for fifteen minutes, she was close to the club that Jason had said he had been in.
Now...what did he look like again? Rena thought to herself, struggling to remember. She had probably seen the guy twice, so to find him now would probably take a while, especially in some dark, crowded place, such as a club. Rena's steps slowed to a stop. If she was gonna start a fight, she had to do it outside, or else, other people could get involved. How was she going to get him outside? Another problem was that clubs had a lot of people, some of which may not even be human, according to the many fiction she had read on vampires and werewolves out of curiosity. It was probably the easiest way to pick a prey, seeing as most of them would not be sober, and were probably more than willing to follow a stranger, not thinking that they could be killed. Rena sighed at how defenseless humans could be, causing themselves to get into all sorts of trouble, some of which they could not get out of.
"Oohh....I hate clubs," Rena groaned. She stood a few metres away from the club, debating whether or not to go inside. Luckily for Rena, not many people were outside, so she avoided weird looks or questioning from people. A short while later, Rena's decision was made up for her. Jason had just walked out of the club, probably in search for the woman that had rung him.
"Have I seen you before?" he asked, his words slightly slurred from drinking alcohol. Not even bothering to reply, Rena let her fist fly, hitting Jason squarely on the side of the face. Surprised and slightly drunk, Jason went flying landing flat onto the pavement, swearing out of shock, pain, then anger.
"That was for Jess!" she shouted angrily at Jason, who recovered from the blow, and stood up with a snarl on his face. Her punch had caused him to bite the inside of his cheek. Spitting out the blood in his mouth, he took a step forward, and aimed to return the pain. Sidestepping easily away from the punch that Jason returned, she grabbed his punching arm, pulling him forwards, so that the strength he had been using in the punch was sending him flying straight towards the pavement again. Sobering up slightly due to the pain, Jason stood up a second time. "So you're the one who rang me. Did Jess call you to come here?"
"No, she didn't," Rena replied icily, her eyes glaring daggers at him. "Though you deserve a hell of a lot more for playing with people's feelings."
Jason laughed at this, shrugging his shoulders as if it had nothing to do with him. "She was the one who approached me first," he smirked, which grew wider as he watched Rena's anger rise. "The way she practically threw herself at me makes me laugh," he added while laughing. "Completely lovestruck just because of my looks. Shallow, wouldn't you say?"
Without warning, Rena had already ran in front of Jason, a knee aiming for between the legs. Extremely fortunate for Jason, he managed to block the attack, though if he had been a fraction of a second later, he might have been too late. A frustrated growl escaped Rena's lips as she sent her fist up, connecting with the bottom of the jaw, causing Jason to lose his balance. She then sent a kick to his stomach, causing him to fall flat on his back on the pavement, for the third time that night.
"Don't you dare let me see you again," Rena spoke through gritted teeth, seething with anger. Shaking with fury, she stormed off, in the opposite direction of the club, though not heading towards home. If she stayed any longer, she would probably have ended up killing the guy, which was going to put her in trouble with a lot of people. Her anger often led her to do the wrong things, considering she got angry pretty easily, and it often escalated to high levels. At the rate she was going, she really was going to end up going to jail. Groaning frustratedly, she kicked a wall of a building. The pain from the kick helped her to clear her head a little, so she stopped her footsteps, and took in big deep breaths of the cool night air.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:34 pm
Alette chuckled to herself at their little exchange about their ages. It wasn't exactly a new argument, but the context of the conversations that triggered it always seemed to change. This time, it was Alastar's choice of boyfriends. "Ah. I assumed as much." She glanced at her husband and quirked one finely arched eyebrow, smiling just a bit. "I'm a woman. We pick up on these things rather easily." She got back to her feet and looked back over at Alastar. "By yourself? I hope you don't cause too much trouble, then." When he started to speak again, Alette turned back to Rourke.
Her gaze softened and her smile widened when she heard Rourke call her his wife. After so many years, she was still just as infatuated with him as she was in the beginning. It was difficult for her to believe that so many human couples could barely last half of a century when she had Rourke were still happy together after seven centuries. Perhaps it had something to do with their inevitable mortality, but even so, wouldn't they want to spend their last moments with the one that meant the most to them? Alette knew that she would want to.
"Well, I would have told you before, but something distracted me." Her eyes flickered momentarily to Alastar. "I think that I would like to go to the park to eat tonight, and then a movie afterward sounds nice." After everything that they had to deal with, sitting in a theatre for a few hours sounded wonderful. Though the experience of going to a show had changed dramatically throughout the centuries, and even if there were still theatres that were more or less like they used to be, she enjoyed going to both. Besides, with today's technology, she had to admit that the effects they were able to use were simply amazing.
In any case, the movie would indeed waste away some of the night, which wouldn't bother her a bit. When you had eternity, wasting time was occasionally the only way that you cared to spend it.
Alette returned her attention to the situation at hand, and looked over at Alastar, waiting for his response to Rourke's offer. The reply he gave was vaguely amusing at the same time as it sensible. He was right, after all. Introducing someone who is bent on becoming one of them to the leaders of the Vampires - or any other Vampires, for that matter - would not be a wise move. She would not bring up any more about it, though. Clearly, he no longer wanted to talk about the boy. Alette skipped to his offer, instead. "Oh, think I'll let Rourke answer that."
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 2:59 pm
Melanie laughed with him. "You know, most people would actually appreciate a night off." She glanced sideways at Malcolm once he had caught up, but then directed her attention to where she was going once again. "Well, it's a five hour shift and I've already been out here for three. So we'll be done at about ten. Then the ones on the midnight shift will take over, followed by the morning shift... I am really glad that we don't have either of those." Mel winced at the thought. She used to be on early morning patrol duty, which was awful. The midnight shift wasn't any better. "At that time of day, it should be illegal for anyone or anything to be conscious. Honestly."
While she walked, Melanie started thinking over the scenarios again. If it hadn't been someone she knew that wasn't dangerous, it wasn't like she would have attacked them right off the bat. Of course not. The Council would have her head for being so reckless. But still, it was better to know what you might need to do beforehand. Otherwise, you could end up in quite the pickle. Like, say, being dead for example. That wouldn't be good at all.
"Well anyway, I suppose I may as well bring you up to speed on what's happened thus far." This time, Melanie kept her eyes on him. "It's been extremely exciting. I saw a stray cat, which ran from me, and then I saw a couple stray dogs. Both of which thought I might taste rather nice served with a side of old garbage. Other than that, I've broken a lot of street lamps." She pointed up as another one went out. A hundred feet behind them, the lamps were just starting to flicker back to life. "And that's about it. So you've missed out on quite a lot. Poor you. I'm keeping all of the excitement to myself, aren't I?" Her tone was clearly sarcastic, but at least it was friendly sarcasm.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 7:23 pm
"Tasha will you be joining us tonight?"Marco asked curiously," there's going to be a bonfire later tonight,"he explained, resting his chin on the palm of his hands. He wasn't really looking at her since the patterns on the table were far more amusing at the moment. His boredom has reached it's peak now, thinking about tonight. A fight wouldn't be to bad since it would be enjoyable but he wouldn't wish for one to happen. Thinking like that would be bad for the pack since other members could get hurt if the wish came true. Of course while he was making his rounds tonight it wouldn't be horrible if he saw a little action while he was walking around. Was it wrong for him to be thinking like that? Hoping that something bad happen during the night that started out peacefully? It made him seem like a simple creature that was just bent on fighting every night without resting. They wouldn't be able to win the war if they didn't fight that often, it'll just continue to drag on and on. From previous encounters with the vampire hordes it seem as if the numbers were equal, same with the hunters as well. They haven't really encounter many of them in the past but they knew they were out there, watching and waiting.
"I have to lay off the coffee,"he thought with a sigh, always getting this way when he had his coffee. It made him think about all the current events as well as future events, things that he usually kept to himself or only speaking to William about them."I'll try not to be mean when I'm at the bonfire,"he said softly," I won't promise anything though but I'll try to exercise some self control,"he said, showing a rare toothy smile in a no hostle manner. He didn't flash it at the alphas so he wasn't challenging William, he had no reason to challenge him. William was a good leader after all plus Marco really couldn't handle the responsibility that fell into the hands of being Alpha.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 9:50 pm
"Oooh, a bonfire! You bet, and I'll bring the marshmallows." Tasha agreed, bobbing her head up and down. Something the whole pack could have fun at, or at least relax and enjoy a carefree night. A little bit of fun couldn't cause any harm. She listen to the rest of what Marco was saying.
"Don't be so hard on yourself." The werewolf said cheerfully."You need to give yourself a touch more credit. After all, you're not that bad at self control." And it went without saying, werewolves were just naturally touchy creatures. Not to mentions she was one to be talking, her temper had gotten her into a couple stick situations before. Ah, it was all water under the bridge at this point, just another chance to keep trying to control herself.
"So where are we all gathering, anyway?" She asked, going back to tipping her chair again. Rocking it back and forth a few times before nearly loosing her balance and finally letting it go back on all fours with a sheepish grin.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 11:03 pm
William smiled, raising a controversial eyebrow at Marco, "And simply onions won't make your breath smell horribly?" he asked, chuckling whole-heartedly. Reaching into a pocket of his pants he took out a small bottle with a blue liquid inside. "Even so, this would resolve it. It's always handy to bring a little mouthwash with you," he said, shaking the bottle with a smile before leaning across the table, "Especially with what we eat," his grin became wide as he winked to Marco. Then a serious look came upon William's face, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air. As soon as the seemingly tense moment came, it vanquished with a toothy grin, "Looks like you need this more than I do," leaning back in the booth he let out a bellowing laugh, as he slid the small bottle of mouthwash over to Marco. "My breath is minty fresh, mind you."
Just as William remembered his plans for the night, he turned to Tasha, but the question he was going to ask was taken right from his mouth. Looking at Marco, he gave him a questioning glance before, once again, smiling at his friend. It seemed he might be getting into the thought of this bonfire, but on the other hand, he might've just been making small conversation. Either way, William was happy with the outcome. What with the talk of a social get together, and the fact that yet another pack member, Tasha, would be going, made William's smile stay plastered on his face.
He turned to Artesia, looking into her soft, dark blue eyes. Those eyes that would make any man weak to his knees; those eyes which he loved so dearly. He kissed the top of her head. After a long day, he had missed his beloved wife, the last time he'd seen her was as he had awoken, and she lay sound asleep in their bed. Bringing his lips to her ear, he gently whispered, "Will you run with me tonight?" The question seemed simple, but the meaning was much deeper.
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 12:56 am
"I can't believe they shattered again!" Cailee thought to herself, kicking the curb with the side of her shoe. It was getting late, and she was just getting back from her lesson with her Master. It had been another disappointing night for Cailee, her magic still not up to par like she wanted. It was hard being an apprentice, so much work practicing and trying to control her powers, when at the end of the day nothing was improved. She looked down at her hands, playing with the ring on her finger with her small hand as she walked down the streets.
"Try one more time," her Master had said, trying to encourage her, although he obviously knew there would be no improvements from the last five times she had tried this particular spell. But, Cailee nodded, a concentrated look on her face as she tried to belly her magic, bending over as she said one word aloud. "Flight!" she exclaimed, afterwards taking a large breath. The last few times she had tried this spell, she had forgotten to breath, and her cheeks turned a purple color similar to her hair. A few moment's passed with nothing happening, but soon a crackling sound broke the silence, and her back started to purge four translucent wings. Although it was a wondrous sight, it was also a very weak spell, and soon after the wings began to break apart, shattering on the floor like glass as they did the previous trials that day. Cailee sunk to the floor on her knees, right in the middle of the fragments of her broken wings. "When will I get it right?!" she asked angrily, more to herself than to her Master. A hand settled on her shoulder as she looked at her reflection in the glass-like pieces, "You will learn to make your wings stronger, I'm glad you have improved as much as you have," her Master said, but she wasn't satisfied with the answer. "Yeah, sure, I've improved so much. I'm just going to go home," she retorted, standing up and walking to the door. "Just get home safely, don't go straying across the border of the city, it's dangerous," her mentor warned, but she just put up a hand, waving a short goodbye before leaving the building.
She had no hard feelings about her mentor, but her insecurity lay in her inability to get her spells right, and she often found herself taking it out on others, and this time it just happened to be the Master. Cailee sighed to herself, letting go of her hands and pulling her fingers through her short hair. "I probably shouldn't of just left like that, huh?" she asked no one in particular, her conscience getting a hold of her. "Oh well, it's too late now," she shrugged, hopping up onto the sidewalk.
As she walked up and down streets, finding her way home as she usually did, she counted the lines in the pavement out of boredom. Cailee normally would walk home at night, her father would be just getting out of work from his job at the postal office, and her mother was often on missions for the council. So, here she was, in a doll-like dress walking through the late-night streets of Denver. Her mother would always make her dress up when she was going to see her Master, and she always felt a little weird walking home in such outfits. Looking up, she saw that she had missed her street, and she also noticed that she was only a couple blocks away from the street that cut the city in two. "It's dangerous, huh?" she murmured, curious at what exactly her Master had meant. Of course she knew the dangers of the border, but she was in a adventurous mood tonight, and she wanted to explore a part of the city that she hadn't before.
"Is it really that big of a deal?" she thought to herself as she got closer and closer. She shook her head with a smile, shrugging off the fear that was starting to make its way through her body, but she would never admit it. Here it was, just around the corner. Taking a step, she peered around the bend, sighing as she saw there were a bunch of people walking on the sidewalks. It couldn't be so bad...
A hand pulled her back around the corner suddenly, and she gasped in surprise. The streetlight above her flickered on and off, which made her even more tense as a foul, alcohol-smelling breath was poured upon her. Cailee looked up to see a drabby, middle-aged man in tattered brown garb, smiling down at her with an uneasy grin. "What's a little girl like you doing, walking the streets alone at night? Looking for your mommy?" the man asked. As his mouth opened and closed she could see that teeth were missing, and the same bad breath clouded her face. "Let me go!" she exclaimed, tugging her arm away from the drunk homeless man.
Her little legs guided her as she ran around the corner where the people were, lifting her dress so she wouldn't stumble upon it. But, her feet were in a craze, and soon she tripped over them as they got in front of one another. She landed on the ground in a huff, laying there for mere nanoseconds before pushing herself up. She was used to such falls, so the pain was familiar, but less potent than to a normal human falling. Looking up she turned to see if anyone had watched the clumsy spill, only to see she had a couple of viewers. Quickly, she shot up off of the ground, hastily making her way into the closest building, which happened to be a small restaurant. Sliding into a booth, she crossed her arms over the table and set her head down. This wasn't the greatest night for Cailee, it seemed. And, as she opened her eyes to look around the restaurant, she saw yet another homeless man waiting for his own food. "How many homeless people are in Denver?" she thought to herself, "I'm starting to think that humans are the cruelest people living in this world, I don't care about what they say about vampires and werewolves!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 4:39 am
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class..."No good being off if you're stuck at home waiting for a call," Malcolm replied. And that was what he'd been told to do. He had his nights to patrol, which he more often than not spent creeping people out, since it would be silly to have his talisman on if he needed to fight. "What, you're not a morning person?" he grinned. He wasn't a morning person either, but Ange was. He knew how infuriating they could be. Still, some people liked being up and could work those crazy hours.
He listened to her talk about her shift. "No fair. Sounds so much better than mine," he retorted. He easily joked along with her. "But seriously, my afternoon hasn't been better than yours. I've been training, almost zapped my sis right in the face, and then she ran out on me. And you know I can't enjoy the simple pleasures around me," he said as he heard something zap and sizzle in front of them.
"Hmm, that would be a TV. Flat panel, big." He instantly knew the sound of the malfunction. He'd broken enough TVs to know. "The problem with new TVs is that they're so fragile. At least a 50's TV can come back. Flat panel? Not a chance." Even with his talisman hanging from his neck, some electronics were too sensitive to not be affected. "Too bad, looked like a nice TV too," he said as they passed an apartment building where on the first floor, a man was crying in front of an obviously new, large, flatscreen TV with sparks coming from it. In spite of himself, he laughed.We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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Posted: Tue Jul 29, 2008 9:09 am
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class...A snicker escaped from the hand Artesia covered her face with when William commented on Marco's breath. It was always all in good fun, and he was the only one who could make her laugh outright. She wanted to keep up appearances with the pack though, which was hard with William making jokes. Though, just in case, she pulled her hand away just enough to check her own breath. Not minty fresh, but it didn't smell bad either. She was glad that more people were agreeing to come to the bonfire, if only for William's sake.
She could feel him looking at her; tilting her head back, she looked back into his gray, gold-ringed eyes. The mesmerizing eyes that had entranced her years ago. Her own eyes closed slowly in contentment as she felt him touch his lips to her hair. They had been married for years, and yet With the affection they show each other, they were often mistaken for newlyweds. A well-concealed shiver ran down her spine when he whispered to her, though a knowing eye would notice her stiffen. Would she run? Of course. If she didn't care about her coming meal, she'd take off right now, pulling him along.
Most werewolves loved running, but this, like music, was a love Artesia harbored long before she was Changed. If she could run, or skate, or pedal fast enough, the wind would blow through her hair, her breath would be taken away, and she could have the sense that, just for a little while, she could fly. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. And what could be better than experiencing that ecstasy with the one you love? However, just being alone with him would be enough for her. Then she wouldn't feel quite so restrained in her actions and could feel free to do more than just rest her head against him.We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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