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</div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"Just keep moving," The female mimicked his tone with a hint of spite that clung to her words as infection did to humans. Natalia hadn't noticed his change in demeanour from observing her scars, her real story, and thankfully it was over before she could see and assume that he may have felt bad for her. There was a point earlier where she thought she'd seen... a ripple of sympathy for her, but that was squashed swiftly as it had emerged. Of course, he felt nothing for her, she was just an accident he was trying to clean up. Natalia knew little about werewolves, aside from how to kill them, she had no idea if there was a reason for him to protect her or try to lure her into accepting what she was. It couldn't just have been an offer to put off their fight; there had to be another motive. For the time being, Natalia pushed the limits that she had. At the very least she would try to make it through as far as she could, the next step would be trying not to kill her sire for commanding her to keep up.<br/>
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"Oh is that so?" Brunette curls swept over her shoulders as she continued to force her body despite the ache that consumed her. It was truly a testament to her will power; a werewolf who was malnourished and weakened suffering from forced shifting and adrenaline from fights she was more than willing to finish, was a wolf on the edge of her limit. All she could do was try and force her reserve energy to emerge and carry her through. Even though she didn't show it, Natalia was relieved to hear that they had a car, at least it would be easier getting back to wherever her sire lived. The brunette was almost certain he lived like Tarzan, somewhere overgrown where he could swing from tree to tree being the monster he was, and who she assumed she would always see him as. Another crazed creature she had failed to kill until their fight continued.<br/>
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When she heard those words she'd been expecting, a low animalistic growl rumbled from within her chest. If she'd had a stick, she would've beat him with it. The female had to hold her temper when he glared toward her, his words wounded her more than he knew. It implied many things, one of which was that she was less than any male, but the female knew for a fact that female werewolves were hard to find, she'd beat the odds... especially considering she was so wounded when the bite had taken place. It was that strength she wished to tap into, to harness and rise up with. He wouldn't know what happened.<br/>
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When he neared her side, the female's sideway glare was enough to warn him of provoking her further, however, he continued to explain the situation. A low, rumbling growl rolled from within her chest as she straightened up, turning ever so slightly to face him fully. "I know how this works, I did that training. They'll be here in minutes if we don't hurry." There was clear disdain in her voice for the situation, for her so-called people. He was all to blame; the male before her had put her in this situation, but before she could remind him of such a fact, something genuinely surprised her. A snap of strong fingers brought her attention to him, wholly. In any other situation, she would've laughed in his face, but she couldn't deny the offer was tempting. "About time," the brunette uttered as she eyed his back, the toned powerful frame waiting to carry her. <br/>
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Delicate, yet firm hands began to snake up along the flesh of his shoulder blades, assessing his figure as she would prey or a recent kill. Finally, her hands reached the apex of his broad form and gave a slight bend of her knees before leaping onto his back and curled her legs up around his waist, pinning her feet over one another over his stomach to secure her grip on him before looping her arms around his neck. "High-ho Cujo away!" The brunette took the chance to unhook one arm to reach around and deliver a firm open-palmed smack to his rather toned rear before shifting back into place. Silk-like skin nestled against his back, the heat ebbed from her flesh with ease. The female made a point of pressing her soft, perky mounds into his shoulders just to taunt him. "Giddy up." There was a hint of teasing in her tone as she gave a squeeze around his midsection as if to kick him onward.<br/>
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By the time they'd reached the car, the female was motivated to get the hell out of dodge. The glistening black vehicle with tinted windows certainly surprised Natalia, she was expecting a semi-broken down truck that had only a few trips left to spare instead of a sleek looking car that seemed to indicate wealth and class. The woman wriggled against his back, her flesh brushing over his as she eventually landed her feet on the ground. "The dismount could use some work, though." There was a soft mild trace of amusement in her tone as she glanced over the car before making her way around the rear to find the passenger side. The soft seats were a blessing, it seemed to caress her body and trick it into relaxing for a moment. The brunette took a moment before she began to hunt for clothing, she knew werewolves kept some around in case of emergencies, she'd found a few backpacks in her time. Once she gazed over in the back, she noticed a few items resting there.<br/>
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The shirt was easy enough to tug on, it fell over her body and somewhat dwarfed her toned shape before she began to slip on what felt like boxer shorts. They just about fit her, and the shirt almost trailed down along the majority of them. Once she was done wriggling into the shorts, the female collapsed back into the seat with a huff. "These are yours." She glanced toward her sire with a hint of disdain, but it was by no means the level she'd had before. "Now I smell even more like you, I hope you have some strong soap at home." She could barely contain the little scoff that slipped past her lips.</span>