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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Natalia was gazing over the sea, watching the way the powerful waves crashed, and how the ripples pushed the water up onto the sand. The salt in the air was relaxing, it reminded her of home. The warmth of Greece was not something she was used to, even the air on the shore seemed warmer than she'd like. It was as she was trying to imagine herself back at home that she noticed a dark figure, a wolf, approaching the beach. Her heart began to race, her body already preparing to lash out. When she noticed he was shifting, a hint of confusion rippled over her delicate features. Why wasn't he going in for the kill? Surely he'd want to finish the job, wouldn't he? <br/>
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As he rose on his feet, Natalia genuinely glanced away. Her human nature hadn't changed, nudity was something she had yet to adjust to, which was clear by her hands that sought to cover the bare glimpse of soft flesh between her legs as well as draping her other arm along her breasts to cover as much as she could. Natalia was under no illusion that he was far stronger than her, even as a wolf. It was daunting. For the first time in her life, she was stumped. Somehow.. her gaze trailed back to his naked form. The female drank him in, every detail, every hair, every shift of movement. To see her attacker as a man... somehow humanized him, which was swiftly reprimanded in her mind. <br/>
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When she heard his voice, Natalia stilled. It took her a few moments to comprehend what he was saying. A hint of a smirk played upon her lips as her pride began to show. "I'm sure you didn't." The female's words were rather neutral, no hint of any emotion that he'd pick up on. Finally, she turned to face him fully, her gaze lingering on his rather strong features. He was nothing like what she'd expected.. He was tall, lean, and seemed to have a face that looked like someone had killed a puppy of his. A slow, steady breath left her as she focused on the man before her. "You took everything from me that night, but you couldn't take my life." The females gaze focused up toward his.<br/>
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"That human deserves more than you, more than your pack." The brunette growled softly, finally dropping her hands from concealing her supple, toned form. "She deserves to live a life, not be faced with werewolves and trauma." It was clear that her own experience clouded her mind, all she could ever associate with werewolves was pain. "She deserves to be free." As Natalia spoke, emotion began to show over her features. Pain, and a substantial amount of it. Her voice even grew softer as she spoke. Nat could see herself in that girl, the feisty behaviour, someone full of life and seemingly trapped, or at least in her mind she was. It brought back memories she had yet to deal with.<br/>
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"I expected you to be bigger." The female made a point of gazing down along his form, noting every inch of him. "Definitely thought you'd be bigger. But I suppose you werewolves hide behind your primal selves, don't you? Why fight humans in a human way? Why not just crush a whole fucking town." Her words turned venomous as she spoke, the pain inside her transformed into anger without hesitation. "Why not just kill a father trying to protect his family, who cares if he dies, right?" The huntress was livid. She knew wars had been going on for years upon years, and casualties happened, hell, her father was most likely involved... but she couldn't bring herself to blame him. He had been her idol, her hero. <br/>
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"You're nothing but an animal." The brunette growled softly. The female was too tired to shift, or to fight. Her body had forced her shifting twice and it was clearly taking a toll. Natalia wasn't used to it, and she was clearly at a loss because of it. There was, however, enough energy left for one more thing... The female drew back a hand subtly before clenching a fist. Her fingers curled tightly before she hurled her fist into his jaw, she threw all of her remaining energy into her swing, hoping it would at least ache. <br/>
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