It is Never Dull When the Moon is Full
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				Title: <strong>It is Never Dull When the Moon is Full</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>makizushi</strong> on <strong>04-02-2013, 20:19:22</strong>
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				Losing control never felt so good. Blood splattered across black fur until the wolf was well covered. This was no ordinary wolf. Dax Rebaut is that wolf. His powerful jaws broke the bones and tore through the flesh of the deer that he stood over. Although it was not human meat, something he enjoyed the most, the deer's body provided for him nonetheless. With a full moon hovering low in the sky, Dax knew that the night was young. There were hours to spend roaming the lands of Virginia. There in the thick forests nestled amongst mountains, Dax knew that he could find more than just deer. Unfortunately, he knew that he must search the backwoods for the few humans that called this area home. <br><br>After getting is fill, Dax left the mutilated carcass behind. Soon after he came to a stream. Stepping inside the cool rushing water, Dax began to drink. Lifting his head from time to time as the forest made noises, Dax hadn't a clue what he wanted&nbsp; to do next. Would he find a home soon so that he could ravage it's inhabitants? Perhaps he would. Of course he felt a higher calling. This world he'd lived in was vast and after living for nearly four hundred years, he was growing quite bored. He was lonely and he wanted to change that. <br><br>There in the stream Dax let out a wonderfully loud howl, calling to the wolves that may be roaming the land. He would be pleased to find a single wolf, and even more so he would be delighted to find a werewolf. A moment after his howl, Dax glanced to a series of bushes where he spotted a wolf. By it's scent, Dax knew the wolf was merely a wolf. The wolf did not approach, instinctively knowing that this black wolf in the stream was no ordinary wolf. Soon the animal retreated, disappearing into the night, leaving Dax once again alone. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It is Never Dull When the Moon is Full</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milk</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 01:52:38</strong>
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				Kennedy had been on the move for months, taking it all in her stride but never managing to find anywhere that smelt..right.&nbsp; The day she'd left her village she'd headed south, following game trails or hitching when she wasn't wearing her fur suit. Keeping to the woods mostly and avoiding grasslands, Kennedy had been treating it like a holiday for the most part, staying wherever she found shelter.. It wasn't like she had to worry about someone taking advantage of her after all.<br><br>For the most part she'd kept to herself, she'd seen no one really apart from the odd store clerk or truck driver when she'd decided to move on or had enough of the local wildlife. Things were starting to change though, she could feel it in her bones, the need for pack and to know her place within it.&nbsp; She was so very young by lupine standards, even in the village shed been one of the youngest by several decades and the alpha had told her that she would find herself in this position before she'd left.<br><br>Kennedy had been fortunate enough that the village ran itself like a family and were mostly an unconventional type of pack, the Alpha was head as normal but when she had lost her father (the packs beta) and decided it hurt to much to stay and she needed to move on, they let her.&nbsp; She tried not to let herself believe it was because she was simply pack and would never rise any higher. A red shirt like on that Star Trek show she and her dad stayed up late watching.&nbsp; She was a brilliant tracker. The best. Just not upper echelon material.. That wasn't so bad was it?<br><br>This night found her following a trail through the thick of a woodland, the scent of doe fill no her nostrils when suddenly she caught scent of it. Every muscle tensed and paused.<br><br><em>Was there pack here?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: It is Never Dull When the Moon is Full</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kokaine</strong> on <strong>05-02-2013, 03:03:13</strong>
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				After spending more than two decades on the west coast of the United States, Nailah Metexas had decided the time for relocation was upon her. For the past few days she had dealt with the arduous task of shifting her various holdings to a "family member" she had made up and then set out for a new place to call home. In this day and age one hardly needed to move far to avoid suspicion if they were smart, but for some reason Nailah had been driven to cross the continent and seek out an entirely new patch of land to claim as hers. Just what had pushed her was unclear, or perhaps she simply didn't want to name it, but it was something both the woman and the beast felt in equal parts. <br><br>Now, after the rising of the full moon and enduring the sweet promise it sang to her, Night had finally fallen with a sensuality that was almost delicious to Nailah. Rather than fight and cry, or worse, hide herself away like some shamed reject of hell, the woman had eagerly welcomed the violent shift that had ripped the beast free of her human confines. Nothing was so glorious to Nailah as when the world finally shifted into full view and the night became her playground. <br><br>With glorious abandon she had ran, pushing her strong body through the woods, and letting her nose filter the details of her surroundings while instinct guided her true. A fat rabbit that hadn't been quite quick enough had taken the edge off her bloodlust but had done little to sate the full scope of her hunger. There was bigger game to had in these mountains and as experience had taught her, nothing short of a full out challenge would ease her. <br><br>Continuing on, gleaming eyes of gold scanned the darkened wood as her paws carried her deeper in search of flesh worth sinking her teeth into. Suddenly she was pulled to stillness, her ears twitching and her muzzle lifting as dark fur glinted with hints of red under the moon's filtered light. Was that...? Without conscious thought her head tilted back and an eerie howl rose, an answer to the one that had reached her ears some distance away. Then she was back to moving, her curiosity surging ahead to urge her toward the sound rather than away. After all, right or wrong, there was little that Nailah truly feared these days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: It is Never Dull When the Moon is Full</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hali</strong> on <strong>06-02-2013, 04:53:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/332/7/4/__________by_valentinakallias-d4hkdjf.jpg)</div><br>The convertible's top was down, the long, ebony tendrils of Anna's hair savagely streamed as she turned the wheel, hugging dangerously close to the cliff's edge while deeply breathing the salty aroma of the ocean; she flipped on the electric blue cobra's headlights, illuminating the winding roadway that the speedster zipped along, admiring the brilliant streaks of violet and magenta through her vermillion lens as the sun was beginning to settle in the western sky. <br><br><em>I like smoke and lightning<br>Heavy metal thunder <br>Racin' with the wind<br>And the feelin' that I'm under</em><br><br>In the passenger seat was a prime specimen of proverbial Eastern college male. At twenty-three, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome went by the name of Jason Hearst and was the epitome of virile and vibrant as well as possessed of the bravado of today's entitled youth; truthfully, the confidence he exuded is what Anna had noticed when they had met three weeks ago in New York City and been amused enough by to allow him to play her tour guide.<br><br><em>Yeah Darlin' go make it happen<br>Take the world in a love embrace<br>Fire all of your guns at once<br>And explode into space</em><br><br>It had been ridiculously easy; a few drinks, a stroll along the waterfront, he had virtually attempted to melt her when their lips touched and his efforts to demonstrate his experience kicked up a notch as he seduced her into heading back to his place; she had taken him back to her hotel that night, instead, and even arranged for room service the next morning while applying the antiseptic to the lines she had marred into his back.<br><br>By the time the o.j. arrived, he was convincing her that classes were something that he could catch up on and had insisted on showing her the sights. The first outing was Coney Island, where they made love under the boardwalk while the Drifters played above; when they lay basking in the afterglow, the conversation had turned somewhat trivial and Anna whispered into his ear that she craved cream cheese; what better place than Philadelphia to get it? <br><br><em>Like a true nature's child<br>We were born, born to be wild<br>We can climb so high<br>I never wanna die</em><br><br>It was the sort of oddball request that piqued Jason's interest; the two packed up into his sporty little ride and started out of the state.&nbsp; Throwing caution to the wind, bagels and lox became&nbsp; a trip to the Lincoln memorial and now they were making their way to the famed Virginia Beach, after all - it was for lovers.<br><br><em>Born to be wild…</em><br><br>Over the frame of her glasses, Anna noticed the phase of the moon; her lips parted with a wistful sigh as she noted their time would soon be nearing its end - <br><br><em>Born to be wiiiiiiiilllld</em>...<br><br>With a flick of her tenebrous strands, Anna glanced at Jason and flashed him one of those salaciously coy smiles, sliding her hand from the shifter to his knee, working it up the inside seam of his snug, blue jeans as they entered the stretch of Virginia forest.
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