<br/><div align="center">Jennifer  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82231.msg3626734#msg3626734)<br/></div><br/>Jennifer had known her fair share of confident men. Those with a good bod that flaunted it brazenly also.<br/><br/>"You know your intruding, such things are very rude"<br/><br/>She had had a few stalkers in her time, but many girls did, hell many guys did too. All knew what happened in the first moments of meeting determined everything. Too much.<br/><br/>Since being a werewolf she had changed somewhat while in human form. Acuter sense of smell, hieghtened sense of hearing. Downwind or not she should have heard him comming.<br/><br/>"Your very quiet you know" The newsreader looked to her glass - how many had she had ? Not THAT many. He was different.<br/><br/>Strange to the eyes of anyone else other than a werewolf the newsreader scented the air obviously with flared nostrils from slightly differnt positions cocking her head a little this way and then a little that - to sniff then looked at the man steadily. She could smell Upwind perhaps a mile away she noticed something else .. something .. however that was another issue from him she could smell ... wolf that was certain. Not normal wolf either - a scent .. like her.<br/><br/>Were.<br/><br/>Trouble.<br/><br/>She started to circle the man asking questions about his intentions and how he broke in - without really trusting any of them.<br/><br/>IT was getting darker quickly - how long had she been doing so ? Who knew. Beforehand she changed every time there was a full moon but since the last few months it had been every night. THe moment the sun dipped behind the sky. The moment night fell.<br/><br/>"Whoever you are you can go, your not welcome here. If I see you again I will report you. All know who I am they will know I am not making this up. Besides I am an excellent artist I can draw you perfectly. No cameras are needed for my description of you to be perfect. LEave now and I will forget the entire thing I will put it down to a mistake"<br/><br/>The arragance. Always a man there to ruin every special moment. For god sake<br/>