<strong>GIRL TROUBLES</strong><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6239/6324164006_be5a515640.jpg)</div><br/><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Jack Russel<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Confrence Room<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Anyone<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>The mask, thank God for the this stupid ass mask, because only its supple fabric was hiding the expression of naked jealously crawling across Jack face like an angry spider. The feeling only got worse as she leaned into Johnny and whispered at him that he animal name (her TRUE name to Jack) was Tigra. Apt given her tawny and tabby blend of color and stripes. She moved with such sensual grace, something none f the monkeys could ever hope to match. And something Jack found impossible not to consume with his eyes. His blood red eyes showing him the various hues of body heat playing over her form. She was in total control of the situation and she knew it, she was a queen, regal, strong and supremely confident.<br/><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">EVERYTHING YOU COULD BE RUSSOFF</span></strong><br/><br/>The Wolf, prompting, cajoling...seducing. Assaulted from inside and out Jack squirmed uncomfortably.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>LOOK UPON HER WELL, SHE HOW EASILY SHE ACCEPTS WHAT SHE HAS BECOME. AND IN FAR LESS TIME THAN YOU MY CHOSEN ONE. YOU ARE UNIQUE AMONG THOSE WHO CHASE AFTER THE MOON JACOB, ONLY YOU WERE EVER BORN WITH MY BLESSING. SHE COULD TEACH YOU MUCH...IF YOU HAVE THE WILL TO MAKE HER YOURS...OR ARE YOU TOO WEAK TO LAY CLAIM TO WHAT YOU DESIRE.</strong></span><br/><br/>Jack could feel the ancient thing within him wrinkle its snout in the parody of a smile, exposing bone crushing teeth.<br/><br/><Dont mock me demon!><br/><br/>But there was no fire in the retort, the animus had struck true and its words burrowed deeply into Jack soul and took root there. Jack's heightened ears perked up to the low rumble or Tigra speaking to Johnny in a purring whisper. Soft words meant just for Johnny but illicitly shared with Jack, the outsider, the loner, the monster. Jack dug his claws into his own biceps as his nails hardened into weapons. A snarl worked at his mouth twisting his lips open beneath the obscurity of his mask when Tigra broke away from Johnny to pass him by...close by. But as she did so she surprised him by pushing her hair back to expose both ear an neck, a sign of intrest, a promise of things to come if one knew the dance, understood the ritual. Jack heart all but stopped as Tigra brushed agaisnt him with wanton purpose. Lightning arced up his spine and his skin was suddenly afire with sensation beneath his uniform.Jack felt his body respond, vigorously and was immediately grateful for the firm restraint of the "smart" molecules in his garment. Jack turned a brilliant but unseen shade of red and caught his breath unable to breath until Tirgra ascended to the hanger awaiting them above. Jack turned to Johnny, eyes wide beneath the opaque two way lenses shielding them from view. But his shocked mouth quickly curled into a smile. Whatever their past Tigra had let Jack know that he had as much a shot as Johnny did.<br/><br/><May the best man win...bub!><br/><br/>He wasnt sure why, but the runt's phrase seemed to fit the situation and Jack bounded up the stairs after Tigra to so he could be the one to watched her taut ass wiggling its way toward the roof.<br/><br/><First blood to me Johnny boy!><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>