To Tame a Hare
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				Title: <strong>To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>07-09-2011, 02:01:56</strong>
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				***NOTE: This does not in any way contain bestiality. ***<br><br><div class="floatright">(http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/110904/22/4e645cad979bd.jpg)</div><br>Name: Kete Norge<br>Age: 27<br>Looks: (See picture) She stands at a 6 feet even, tall for most women in the small town. She had B cup breasts, long blond hair to hide the white rounded ears that are more bunny like then human. She wears jeans that are low cut and a baggy shirt to hide the white fluff of a tail on her tail bone. She is human, but with the qualities of a rabbit. <br>Personality: Shy, reserved, outspoken. She does know what she wants, and even though she hasn't had much experience, she does read, and knows what to expect. She is a book worm in every sense as she does run the library of the town. <br>Other: She was adopted when she was young by a very understanding family. They are the only ones in the town to know what she is. Along with them, she is on the quest to understand why she is what she is. She has been searching her entire life. When she hit her teens, she was easily one of the most beautiful girls in the town and it got her into trouble. She was raped before her 18th birthday, and was lucky the guy was too drunk to notice her odd body features. Ever since, she has kept more to herself, living on the top floor of the library, not really talking to many people, unless it is about books. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>08-09-2011, 08:31:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1208.photobucket.com/albums/cc365/Medrau_Pendraeg/ts1.jpg)</div>Name: Malcolm West<br>Age: 32<br>Looks: &nbsp;He is just a bit over 6-foot-4 with blue-gray eyes and red hair that always seems as if it needs a cut. Lean yet muscular with an immense appetite that defies the laws of biology. Usually clad in dark greens and browns. His ears are pointed but are close to the scalp so stay well hidden within his hair. Growing up, kids called him a Vulcan. When stimulated, they (the ears) seem to kind of twitch. On the lowest point of his back, he has a bushy reddish-brown tail. His feet are unusual, with exceptionally long toes and an extra joint that makes him incredibly fast. With a keen, unmatched sense of smell and long limbs that display amazing speed and agility, he has been called 'fox-like' countless times.<br>Personality: Inquisitive, analytical, and usually quiet. Seems to always be thinking of an answer to a longstanding riddle. In some ways, that is exactly the truth.<br>Food: Only eats raw meat. Any kind, even fish. Raw.<br>Other: He comes from a family where the average male is about 5-foot-8. While most of his relations have more 'fox-like' facial features, none have a tale or fox-ears as he does. Nor do any have his uncanny senses. He is uncomfortable with his 'differences' so keeps them hidden. He is on a quest.. just not entirely sure what his goal is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>09-09-2011, 03:31:36</strong>
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				Kete looked across the library, watching students and adults alike going through her books and reading. She was always happy to see people want to read and expand their knowledge reservoir. And the people of the town knew her library was big, even for a big city and they were in a small town. Her motto was, 'If I don't have it, I will get it.' She looked up at the clock, seeing that it was close to closing time and a few people still wandering around. <br><br>She stepped out from the counter, her long legs showing under the skirt she wore. She owned the place and never dressed professionally. No, she wore stuff that flaunted her features, even if she was always to shy to talk to men. The skirt she wore was a classic pin strip that rested halfway up her thighs. The blouse was a white short sleeve button up. The first three buttons were undone and showing a little cleavage; at least, what little she had. <br><br>She walked over to a pair of students sitting at on of the tables; her heels sinking into the carpet of the library. "Are you guys going to need the library a little later?" The people knew she didn't mind staying open later in order to help students with school work. <br><br>"Yes, ma'am. We have a project due at the end of the week and we are trying to gain an idea of how to present it." The girl said, smiling. <br><br>Kete smiled and nodded. Her small button nose picked up a scent and she looked towards the door. She knew there was only half an hour left before she closed up. "Would thirty minutes longer work?" She smiled and walked off towards the counter, her nose picking up on the scent again. She always smelled it, the strong scent of a predator. She just never was able to find who it was. She reached the counter as she saw Malcolm enter the building. <br><br>She moved behind the counter and crouched down grabbing some books he had asked for. "Another night of reading?" She asked as he came to the counter. She had always thought Malcolm was cute, and always wanted to talk to him, yet she was often to shy to talk to him about anything other then buisness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 01:57:18</strong>
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				Malcolm loved the library. It had become like his second home, he was there so much. As he emerged from the woods behind the large building, he felt that wonderful, familiar reason why. She was in there. Standing still, he stretched his head back and took a deep, filling breath. Euphoria. That was the best word he could think of, yet it was more. Deeper. It seemed to penetrate down into his very DNA. Shaking his head, as he always did, Malcolm grinned at his silly thoughts. How on earth, really, can I smell her way out here?<br><br>He made his way slowly, which took great effort. Running was as natural to him as breathing. He never drove any vehicle, always preferring to use his fast legs. Years earlier he had been encouraged to try out for the Olympics as a runner, he was so fast. Yet a deeply rooted instinct told him that would be a bad idea. Scrutiny, being in the public eye, he knew.. somehow, was not for him. Nearing the library, he could feel his heart slowing. Good! Forcing himself to walk slowed down the heart, which calmed him down completely. Otherwise, chuckling to himself, he might just dive over the counter and pounce. Upon Her.<br><br>The lanky Malcolm, clad in faded Levi's and a dark green sweater, opened the door and was instantly flooded by Her scent. This time, he knew it was definitely her, for real. Kete. The scrumptious girl who had created, in only a few years, the best library imaginable. Every book he had looked for, she had. Yet even if she didn't, he knew she would find it. And even if she couldn't, not that it ever happened, he would be here regardless. He was addicted to being close to her.<br><br>As he neared the main counter, Malcolm could see Kete walking at an angle in his direction. Everything about her sent little ripples across his skin. He could even feel the hairs that covered him all rising to attention. It took all his control to not move close and just bury his nose against her skin with a deep, hungry breath.<br><br>As he approached, that other sensation he knew was a bit of his madness coming through, filled him. For some reason, he was certain he could sense the speed of her heart. Not so much in it's actual beat but in how it made her seem. Not quite worried.. no. It was more like a primal thing. There were reasons, he was sure.. reasons that drove him to dive into books always searching for answers. Reasons he wondered more and more.. if she somehow was picking up sensations as well.<br><br>"Another night of reading?"<br><br>A smile stretched from ear to ear at hearing her question. Oh you gorgeous thing, he whistled inside.. yes, another night of reading. Another night of taking hours to feel your scent and your overall vibe fleeing my senses.<br><br>Leaning down upon the counter, his eyes instantly drank in her every luscious detail. He was tall, yet she was just a few inches shorter. And that, like everything else about her, drove him crazy with desire. "Yeah. The other night I was so close to finding an answer to a few long pondering questions. Damn, I got here a bit late, though.. Was that an extra thirty minutes I heard you mention?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>13-09-2011, 03:58:52</strong>
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				She smiled and nodded her head. "I hope you find your answer tonight then." She looked towards the group of teens and said, "They are working on a project for school and I am giving them an hour to work on it. Closing at 5:30 tonight instead of my usual." She looked back at him and smiled again. She didn't understand how he could cause her to feel dizzy at her core. He did though and it made her question things. <br><br>She looked up at the clock again and asked, "Was there any books you needed in particular? Besides these?" She placed the books on the counter, pushing them towards her. Her nose twitched again, smelling the predator again. She frowned and shook her head. <br><br>She heard a nose at the back of the library and frowned. "I will be back," She gave him an apologetic smile as she moved away from the counter. Her ass swayed from side to side as she walked towards the noise, arousal falling from her body in thick waves. As she turned around the stack she saw a group of teenagers and sighed. They were at it again. She whispered, "Five seconds or your parents." She smiled as the blunt was put away and the kids turned to her, smiling. <br><br>"Now, get out of here before I do call them." The teens ran from the library, laughing the entire way. She shook her head and moved down to where they were standing. The smell was sickening but that wasn't what she was worried about. She checked over the books and pulled one out. There was a slight burn hole in it. She checked the rest of the books, making sure each one was in good condition. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>14-09-2011, 08:24:15</strong>
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				As she walked away, Malcolm simply stared, transfixed. Sighing with a grin at that swaying ass, he took a deep breath. My god she smells good, he thought. Beyond good. Good enough to eat. That very thought sent his mind spiralling in confusion. For the idea of tasting her skin was just as tempting as every other primal urge. Yet stronger with the gorgeous librarian than he could recall with any other woman. Ah, he thought, maybe it's true what they say about librarians. Perhaps they are all sexy enchantresses, luring the innocent as a siren calls a sailor to his doom.<br><br>One by one, he shoved each book into his backpack. The book he was truly interested in wasn't in this stack. He never checked out what he sought most, preferring to read snippets when he could. The knowledge he was seeking was very secretive. The clues, spread through various volumes like bread crumbs only very few eyes could ascertain. A page in one book would lead to another, which would then whisper to a third. That one would hint to a fourth. Each step, more obscure.. yet with a light of truth that was becoming glaringly obvious.<br><br>Knowing he had an hour, Malcolm slung the bag over a shoulder and made his way silently up flights of stairs and through a maze of bookshelves. Kete's scent flowed wonderfully through each turn, driving him crazy with a wild desire he found difficult to pull his mind from. Focus! On and on through the vast shelves, books blurring along his vision until he came to a halt. Reaching to his left without looking, fingers caressed up an old leather binding. Her intoxicating scent now mingled with leather and oil.. parchment from an earlier time that was hidden amongst more modern pages. Tipping it forward, slowly he pulled it free as he lowered to the floor. A new page awaited his eyes. One that either led to another page within a new treasure, or one that would give him finally the answer he nervously sought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>15-09-2011, 10:21:20</strong>
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				She was too busy checking her books to notice where Malcolm had gone. She frowned as she saw a third book singed slightly. Taking all three books to the front desk, she laid them behind the counter. She then looked around to see if she saw any of the students who had been smoking. Thankfully, she didn't but she knew their parents. <br><br>She had always hated having to call parents, but usually when the parents saw what the child had done, the child stopped coming to her library unless they needed something. That was another thing she hated. She moved behind the counter, watching the people as she checked books back in and put them on a shelf next to her. <br><br>It was long before she realized it was closing time and moved to the front door, glad no one was there. She locked the doors and pulled her hair up, her floppy ears falling down the side of her face. She never cared what people thought of her, she just kept everything hidden when she was in public. Sighing, she finished checking books in and then taking said books through the stacks and putting them away. As she got to last few a good hour later, she gather them up and walked upstairs to the reserves. She never let these precious books leave her building. As she started putting them away, she smelled him. <br><br>She pulled her hair down and walked until she found him. She didn't say anything at first, his back turned towards her. With grace, she moved to see what he was reading, crouching low to read the words. Smiling, she whispered into his ear, "Don't you know that is just a myth?" She saw the text and inwardly wondered why he was looking into a creature much like herself. Hell, the woman they had pictured looked eerily similar to her. She didn't move back, not even noticing that he had perfect sight to things he shouldn't see. Namely, the bright pink boy shorts she was wearing, or the ears hidden under her hair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>16-09-2011, 02:28:19</strong>
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				At various times in his life, Malcolm would realize he forgot what he was. It wasn't done purposely, for it would dawn on him later, in retrospect. The first time he was aware of this occurrence, he shrugged it off, assuming it was something that happened to everyone. The next time, it scared him to his core. Surely there was something wrong with him. Yet when he attempted to discuss it with his father, the normally very open Mr West became visibly vague. Malcolm even smelled the hesitation in his father's entire demeanor. When it happened a third time, Malcolm came to the realization that he was very different than everybody else. Not only physically but also in a deeper, primal way.<br><br>Sitting in the library, immersed in the treasured book that rested in his hands, this strange sensation rippled through him stronger than ever before. Each of his already intense senses seemed to shift, pulling him without actual movement towards the ground.. through carpet and stone, scratching through cement, bursting his entire soul out of the clothes that surrounded his skin and bone. To the dirt and leaves and grass outside. Where his nose took in a deep breath, filling with that array of scents and thoughts that make him feel more alive than he knew possible. He needed to run, to send his speedy legs to this wonderful creature he could smell. And then.. the subject of his awareness moved closer.. brushing aside the chaotic yet wildly honed instincts as she whispered magically into his ear..<br><br>"Don't you know that is just a myth?"<br><br>Ripples of both rage and wonder caressed along every bit of his skin.. lifting every tiny hair to full attention. Arousal like he had never before even knew possible soaked into his entire being as all senses pulled in the creature that crouched within his view. Creature? Somewhere deep inside a voice tried to say her name, yet he could barely hear this word. Yet he knew. Just as he knew somehow she was somehow like him.. similar and vastly different. Filling his lungs beyond their physical ability with her intoxicating air.. two soft furry ears came within his awareness, hidden just barely under that silky, soft blond mane. But also a deeper scent that led his gaze to the intensely bright pink garment under Kete's skirt. That alluring tendril caressed every cell he was made of, raising a hunger that was both deeply dormant and very much him in every way. Kete.. yes that is her name. As if emerging from a dream, thoughts swirled back to what he felt as normal.<br><br>Without hesitation, without thinking, Malcolm reached to caress a silky soft floppy ear. Smelling a mixture of curiosity surrounded by the faintest fear.. he shook his head in a strange way he only ever did when alone, forcing two reddish-blond fox ears to rise from his dishevelled mop. With a lopsided grin, his head tilted to the side. "I've been on this wild trail for far too long to accept that opinion, madame librarian. And you.." Nodding towards the adorable ear his fingers lightly caressed.. "of all beings, should be open-minded. What makes you think it's a myth?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>30-09-2011, 21:57:12</strong>
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				She had always known she was different. Always known there was something off about her. The ears were only one sign for her, the others were her tail and nose. Her nose could pick up any scent a good mile away. She took pride in it. She just thought that she was the only one that was different among the town. She knew there had to be someone out there, friend or foe, that would be able to understand what it was like to be different. <br><br>She had always watched Malcolm, read what he read. She knew there was something different about him, she just never could place what it was. Or why her nose went berserk around him. Every time he was near, she smelled aggression, dominance, a hunter. She just never understood why she did around him. In a way, it was what attracted her to him. When he was around, her sense of smell dulled from fear. She knew that she shouldn't be attracted to him. Attracted to the hunter, if what she smelled was right. But she was. She just chalked it up to wanting the bad boy. (Even if he wasn't the bad boy.)<br><br>She smelled something new as she was behind him, squatting to see what he was doing. She knew that smell. Her nose moved, wiggling side to side as she took it in again. Arousal. She smirked. She could tell he liked her in this instant. She wondered if he had for a while and was just afraid to tell her. <br><br>She watched his eyes. His eyes spotting her ears and then her underwear. She was more worried about her ears being seen then her underwear. She knew that if it got out what she was, the town would be outraged.&nbsp; If not a little bewildered. She didn't have time to think before her ears ended up in his hands. He was being careful, but she was on alert. She wasn't sure what he was going to do, wasn't sure what he had going through his mind. <br><br>She watched him shake his head, the two ears appear. She knew what he was and knew that she should run. However, she couldn't leave him alone in her library. She stayed rooted to her spot, waiting to see what he was going to do. <br><br><em>"I've been on this wild trail for far too long to accept that opinion, madame librarian. And you.."</em> She tilted her head, realizing this was what he had been trying to find all those late nights here at the library. He was looking for her. <em>"of all beings, should be open-minded. What makes you think it's a myth?"</em> She grinned. She liked her ears being held and caressed. Though, she wasn't about to let him know that. "Pure gut reaction. I need to protect myself within this small town."
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 19:35:52</strong>
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				"Pure gut reaction. I need to protect myself within this small town."<br><br>Just hearing those words caused a conflicting bundle of thoughts that confused Malcolm greatly. His instant instinct was to blurt out that her secret was safe with him. Hell, he had his own secrets that were probably quickly coming to surface right before her very eyes. Yet beneath that desire to reassure her, there was a deeper instinct. One that almost startled him yet one he couldn't deny was also quite alluring. He enjoyed her worry. It sent a new scent through her pores that was wildly arousing. Even those big, beautiful eyes shifted slightly, the pupils giving her away in the smallest way possible.<br><br>Suddenly the image of him chasing her through these bookshelves flooded his mind. Shaking his head, Malcolm tried to get rid of those thoughts. Forcing a friendly smile, he reached for her hand. "I promise, your secret is safe with me." Yeah, the secret is safe.. but is she safe with you, he wondered?<br><br>In a way, it was a wild relief to come across someone different like him. Even though Kete was actually very different, she shared whatever caused her to have certain animal traits. Realizing his other hand still stroked her floppy ear, he pulled it back, embarrassed. "Sorry. I'm just a little dazed realizing I'm not the only freak in the village." Quickly, he felt bad implying she was a freak. He always considered himself one, but that didn't give him the right.<br><br>Leaning closer, Malcolm cleared his throat, saying in a silly narrative voice, "Miss Rabbit, meet Mister Fox. While he will probably attempt to eat you at some point, how would you feel about the idea of sharing a bottle of wine with him this evening?" As soon as the words escaped his lips, he hoped she didn't think his use of the word 'eat' was meant in a sexual way. It was just an attempt to lighten the mood. Although the flush of his face, he knew, spoke volumes. And again, deep inside, those conflicting instincts! He didn't mean it sexually yet the reaction he felt sure opposed that thought, while he felt his mouth water.. which instantly filled him with guilt.<br><br>"Seriously.. I would love to find out more. Wouldn't you? Seems we are a unique pair, don't you think? Whaddya say?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>26-12-2011, 00:08:19</strong>
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				She looked at him and then around the library. Every fiber in her body was telling her to run, to get as far from Malcom as she could. Yet, her mind told her she couldn't. She owned this library and couldn't leave him here alone. She was caught and she didn't like it. She had to stay. <br><br>She felt his hand grabbing her own, her eyes fell to their hands. It felt so right, and yet so forbidden. She smelled the predator now. She knew who it was. But she didn't understand how she had been attracted to him, why she was still attracted to him. His words came to her ears and she flinched. A freak. That was all she ever was. All she had ever been. <br><br>It didn't matter that she had met someone who was like her, didn't matter that she had met someone who knew what it was like. She was still a freak. <br><br>She snapped out of her thoughts as he leaned closer and started speaking again. <em>"Miss Rabbit, meet Mister Fox. While he will probably attempt to eat you at some point, how would you feel about the idea of sharing a bottle of wine with him this evening?"</em> She closed her eyes and took his words as he had not meant them. The thought of him being a predator, someone she had to avoid under all circumstances fled her mind. She suddenly wanted what he was saying, what he did not mean to say, to come true. <br><br>She looked down and then back up at him. "Dinner sounds good." She didn't understand why she had agreed to dinner with him, but felt like she should. She stood and backed up a little. Holding her hand out, she said, "Since you found your answer, you want to tell me what you were looking for over that dinner?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>01-02-2012, 07:37:43</strong>
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				In more ways than he could even fathom, the fear that rippled from Kete was apparent. In the dilation of her beautiful eyes to the soaring pulse to that madly intoxicating scent.. it was, he knew, no different than if they were in a field as two fully furred animals with him hot on her trail. It did make him wonder about one crazy thought, however. Would a true fox be aroused and wanting to dive upon the rabbit it pursued? In the animal kingdom, that little detail would have probably made the chasing predator an instant deviant. Just like me, he thought. A variation that shouldn't even exist.<br><br>One thing Malcolm knew for certain was, he wanted her. Not on a plate, but on his bed. To feel her warm skin against his. To taste her, yesss, but with licks and light nibbles. To watch those eyes that fear him shift into a heated frenzy of pleasure. Taking a sudden deep breath, he was sure there was that ultra faint scent of what lingered within this delicious morsel's pores. The idea of basking within her scents of wild ecstasy was.. exhilarating and crazily arousing.<br><br>Something in Kete's eyes changed telling him her fear faded, replaced by.. something along his way of thinking, he wondered? That made him instantly ponder if she could sense in him similar changes. The thought nearly brought a deep reddening to his cheeks.<br><br>Leaning closer, Malcolm's lips grazed along her soft cheek, back to an ear he could happily give a long lick to. Instead, in a low sound, he whispered, "I'm not sure how long I'll be able to behave myself.. just a warning.. for the longer I'm with you.. phew.. yeah.."<br><br>Legs sliding from under him, in that way most humans would find baffling and absolutely freaky, he quickly stood without losing balance nor with the use of either hand. Still holding hers within his, a wide grin filled his face. "I will tell you anything you want to know. Hell, maybe you can tell me a thing or two as well."<br><br>"Shall we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Aura</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 02:38:31</strong>
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				Kete watched him stand up and wondered again why she agreed to dinner. Why would she entertain the thought of accompanying the enemy to a meal? She closed her eyes for a second and let her thoughts collect as he spoke about how she was tempting him. <em>If he only knew what he was doing to me,</em> she thought. <br><br>She stood up gracefully and ran a hand thru her hair, hiding her ears again. "I guess we shall. It is late though, so I have to be in soon." She smiled, hoping that it would hide the small amount of fear that she did still carry. <br><br>Her nose twitched and she blushed, all thoughts of fear washing away. She could smell his arousal clearly and wondered why he would want her sexually instead of as a meal. Why was he caring when he should have been hunting her for a kill. <br><br>She nodded her head and backed out of the stacks and said, "Anything you want to know, if I am willing to share, than I will share it." She smiled and waited for him to start for the door. Even though it was proper to let the lady lead the way, she wasn't about to leave her library first. No, this was her lively hood, everything that she worked for. And those three singed books had been damage to her way of life. <br><br>"So where are we going for dinner? Rather, which of the two restaurants?" She asked, curious as to what he would chose.
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Tame a Hare</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mordred</strong> on <strong>06-08-2012, 19:39:01</strong>
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				All it took was one moment for her scent to shift and Malcolm was transported to thoughts of running in a field. Fast.. his legs with that amazing rhythm that wild things are born with. Paws beating the ground underneath with a soft tapping pattern as he follows a delicious scent. Kete's scent. As she stood, a fraction of a second was all it took for her entire body to change and him to be aroused in more ways than he had ever known. But then her eyes closed and she regained a calm.. although it was laced with what he also felt. Wild attraction. Or so he thought. As he was akin to a fox, she was to a rabbit.. so surely their chemistry differed in certain ways. Both were at their core, though, untamed creatures. And different or not, this rabbit drove his desires through the roof.<br><br>"Hmmm.. well I don't know about you but I'm hungry enough to eat a horse." He laughed, yet knew given the actually opportunity, he probably could make quite a go of it. Horse had never really been a tempting thought but he couldn't help but wonder. "If you feel like a steak, how about Antonio's? I'm quite a regular so we should be able to slip in easily even without a reservation." The truth was, Malcolm had an arrangement with Antonio's Bar and Grill. They gave him all their leftover scraps of meat in exchange for him keeping their computer system and network in top shape. As far as they knew, he had a small army of dogs that devoured what they supplied him with. The extra bits of meat helped him keep protein costs down. It was never enough, but it certainly helped.<br><br>Waiting for her response, Malcolm stepped closer to reach for her hand. "Anybody ever tell you that you smell good enough to eat?" He couldn't help the bad joke, while it was also the truest thing that ever escaped his lips.
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