The Moon and the Mate (Aysande & DD)
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				Title: <strong>The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 06:21:51</strong>
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				It was a quiet night, but then again the library was rarely bustling with activity unless someone was there to talk about their book and sign. It was one thing that Cassandra liked above all; the library gathered a rather large amount of people and still managed to become quiet. People deactivated the ring tone of their cell phone or risked being mobbed out of the library... well maybe not that badly, but surely earn a few glare and comments that were not flattering to their intelligence. She loved the quiet, the peace, and that everything was all in perfect order, save for the pile of books that had been returned in the last hour.<br><br>Cassandra was a grad student in library studies. Landing the job at the campus’ library had been an unbelievable luck. She could study and work, test her acquired knowledge right there and when things were quiet, she could work on her stuff. Cassie was a bit cliché in a way. She looked like a book worm. She had the glasses and the rather stiff fashion sense blouse-jeans or blouse-knee length dress, quiet and shy... Where she wasn`t quite what one expected of her profession was that she had deep red pin-straight hair that went down to the small of her back, and the milky white skin typical of redheads along with freckles sprayed all over her body. She was a rather short woman, with her only a couple of inches over five feet, but her curves were far from negligible on her petite build.<br><br>Tonight wasn`t quiet enough for her to work on her projects. She had a pile of books to return to the shelves, returns that had to be processed. She had to check what was the selection of books that had been chosen by the librarian, and the books ordered by students, and place the order online. Of course, amidst all that, she had to do the customer service, helping people with the computers, with finding a book or a document for them to watch or listen to... Cassie would never complain though. She just loved her job. She was sitting at the computer and entering the order before it got too late, the book were needed ASAP by some of the students after all...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 17:28:12</strong>
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				Erik was a bit the opposite of Cassandra. He was pretty tall at 6'2" and even though he wasn't always the tallest person in the room he had a presence that everyone seemed to notice. He had a knack for learning people's names, and a friendly attitude that endeared him to almost everyone he met. Like most people he had a secret, and a big one at that. He had been attacked by a werewolf three years earlier, and everytime the moon changed to full, he shifted into a large wolf. He was now getting his masters in folklore hoping to be able to find a way to show that werewolves were not mindless killing machines. <br><br>Five years ago werewolves were outed publicly in a very bad light when one devoured a pack of cub scouts and was found lying naked in the middle of them. He'd claimed he was a werewolf and was going to be put into an insane asylum. While he was being transported he transformed and killed two guards before escaping. Everything was caught on camera. A few months later two hunters bagged the beast. One of them became infected and werewolf mania had been running rampant. The price of silver is now three times that of gold. <br><br>Erik had not wanted to be at the library that evening. He hadn't even wanted to leave his apartment. He was feeling agitated and much more so than he should have been even though he had to talk with his supervising professor about his thesis. He needed a book today and it was not where it should be. He headed up to the help desk. His face covered in stubble which was far from par for him. He wore a loose red t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He also had on a pair of flip flops. The ones he used for the shower, but he'd been in too much of a hurry to care. "Hey Cassandra. I need to find Under a Blood Red Moon, but it's not where it should be." His voice sounded harsher than it usually was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 18:57:17</strong>
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				Cassie glanced away from the computer to see someone coming his way. No man had the right to give her that feeling; a slight weakness in the knees, butterflies in her stomach. Just the thought that she’d have to speak with him made Cassie feel the distinct heat of a blush on her cheek. Being a redhead sucked sometimes, really. She didn’t have a crush on him. No. Not that she wanted to admit even to herself anyway. In any case, no matter what was her opinion of him and his good looks, he was way out of her league. <br><br>Cassie remembered the first time she had noticed him, really noticed that is. Crossing his path on campus didn’t quite count, even if he caught her eye. She was auditing a class on native American folklore. She wasn’t especially interested in it, but she felt that knowing a bit about everything would make her a better librarian. By some miracle, the first empty seat, closest to the front, had been right next to him and she took it. For some reason, she didn’t remember much of this particular class... <br><br>Save from the faint blush on her cheeks, Cassie managed to remain outwardly normal, in spite of the turmoil inside. As he said her name, which she was always surprised that he remembered, she turned towards him and let a frown crease her brow briefly. Erik had nothing of his usual appearance or manners, but Cassie had long understood that stress and tight deadlines could do that to people. “Hey.” She replied and then pondered the answer to his question. She had seen this book recently... “I think I can help.” Sitting on a chair with wheels, she pushed herself away from the computer and swiveled when she arrived by her pile of returns to shelf.<br><br>“Under A Blood Red Moon... Working on werewolves again?” Cassie said, trying to make a conversation. It was a rather lame attempt, considering she knew his field of study, but she wasn’t the most adept when her brain was muddled with the presence of a very handsome guy. She tried to focus on the task at hand, which was finding the book in the cart...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 20:52:38</strong>
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				Erik didn't understand why he had to feel so angry, so primal right now. He was trembling a little as he tried to hold the beast in. It wasn't night yet. He could control it until then, he had to. Then she spun around. His eyes were drawn in by the fire of red hair that waived out in front of him. Erik's senses were much more acute than a normal humans, and when he was close to changing it was even stronger. It was also one of the reasons he moved out of the dorms as soon as he could. Once a month he could smell every half eaten slice of pizza that had fallen behind someone's bed and he couldn't even go into the bathrooms. <br><br>When Cassandra spun, he could smell her intoxicating scent. He grabbed hold of the desk to try and stabilize himself. His head lowered down, trying to surround himself in the aroma she'd left behind. If she turned around to look at him, she would have seen his eyes flash yellow, would have been warned of what was to come, would have known that she would be hunted. His fingers dug into the desk, betraying his growing strength. He left his mark, a few indentations, yet gained controlled before he broke off a piece of it. His chest rumbled as a low growl escaped his lips. <br><br>He took a deep breath to try and regain his composure only to catch more of her scent. "I..." He licked his lips wetting them. "I needed to look at a few things before my meeting tomorrow. I thought I had a few photo copies that I needed, but I misplaced them. I was hoping it would be faster to come here and make copies instead of digging through stacks of papers for them."&nbsp; The wolf was beginning to show itself more. His voice now seemed to echo with power. The students that were close to him backed away instinctually in fear of the predator, not knowing why they were doing it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>08-06-2012, 23:49:37</strong>
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				With her eyes on the books, Cassie didn’t notice any visible changes in Erik. She went through the books that were there once, convinced that it was where she had seen it last. It is only the second time that she had gone through the stack that she saw the red biding of the book. Was that a growl? Cassie shoved the thought aside. It hadn’t been a growl, he had just cleared his throat. Right?&nbsp; Her free hand pushed her bangs out of her face and her longer hair behind her ear. She played with the supple long strand, entwining it between her fingers.<br><br>Cassie had her fingers around the binding when he spoke and she shuddered. She couldn’t explain why, and wouldn’t try anyway, but she felt the need to hand him the book so he could go away as soon as possible. She pulled slowly, so the whole thing wouldn’t follow and go to the floor, and tried to ignore the fear that made her bone feel like they were filled with frost. Once again, it was a detail that she didn’t want to acknowledge. A part of her mind did, however, and went to the small silver pendant in the shape of a kris about an inch long that she had around her neck. She had no idea that it the wavy-bladed knife was a sacrificial dagger, she just thought it looked cool.<br><br>With the book in hand, and still quite self-conscious with Erik so near, Cassie turned around and pulled herself closer to the counter, holding the book closer to her. “Do you want to take it out or just do the photocopies now?” She asked. If he wanted to take the book out, she’d need to process it, if not, she could just hand it to him. Her clear blue eyes finally looked him directly into the eye. Even though she was shy and prone to be self-conscious, Cassie had never shied away from looking people in the eye. She had nothing to hide, and it was her way to show it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 02:09:49</strong>
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				Erik could feel the beast wanting to get out again, but he concentrated on her, her scent.&nbsp; He couldn’t let it out, let it hurt her.&nbsp; He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did.&nbsp; That and all his work, all his effort would have been for naught.&nbsp; Werewolves were still being hunted down like animals.&nbsp; There hadn’t been one reported arrest of a werewolf, they all were killed at the scene, and no one who killed them was ever arrested for it.&nbsp; It was a very tough existence already and he didn’t want to make it harder by creating another mass killing, this time in a college library.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes moved over to the clock.&nbsp; It was already quarter to six and sunset was at 6:22.&nbsp; He was pushing it as it was, and messing and cursing at the photocopier would take 15 minutes itself versus the 2 it would take for him to just check out the book.&nbsp; It was a 20 minute walk back to his apartment off campus.&nbsp; He’d barely get into the cage in time, if that.&nbsp; His fingers rapped on the desktop as he turned his attention back to her.&nbsp; “Check out,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.&nbsp; Inside he was a true alpha, and if he could learn to control the wolf, he’d be able to access it more than just before the full moon.<br><br>Erik stuck his hand into his pocket and flipped open his wallet.&nbsp; He pulled out his student ID and slapped it onto the counter.&nbsp; It sounded like a thunderclap when the plastic hit the table top.&nbsp; Erik could tell that he was not doing well, but he also knew that he wouldn’t be able to get to the library and read what he needed to before the meeting if he didn’t get the book now.&nbsp; His breathing was starting to get heavy as his muscular chest rose and fell.&nbsp; As it did it stretched out his shirt against his chest, showing off his toned and powerful body.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 02:38:23</strong>
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				“Check out it’ll be... Cassie said and she sent a glance his way. He was definitely different; edgy, harsh... commanding. It wasn’t how she was used to see him and she was beginning to think that something was really off with him. She ought to be quick. Cassie quickly switched the focus on the right computer program and she took his student card in her hand. She typed the student number in and then took the book. A good thing the whole library had been computerized some time ago. All she had to do was to scan the barcode, double-check to make sure that she was loaning the book to the right student and then press enter.<br><br>Cassandra put both the book and the card on the desk, very near where he had engraved his fingertips into the soft wood. “Bring it back within the next three weeks, as usual. Are you alright?” She asked him softly, so that the sound of her voice would not carry too much. She didn’t want to attract attention on him or on herself, or worse yet make it sound like she cared for him. She did, in a way, like she would for anyone else who was at least kind enough to remember her name. Only, Cassie didn’t want him or others to get the wrong idea and get the rumor mill going. “If there’s anything I can do...” She finished, letting her sentence trail.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>09-06-2012, 07:05:59</strong>
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				He knew that he had to get out of there right away.&nbsp; He grabbed the book off of the table and then his card.&nbsp; “Fine.&nbsp; Thanks,” he replied in powerful one word answers.&nbsp; He turned and headed out towards the double doors from the library.&nbsp; No one got into his path as he made his way out, slamming into both doors to open them up.&nbsp; His exit seemed to leave everyone on edge.&nbsp; The tension in the room slowly dissipates and people start to return to their studies.&nbsp; The effect of the predator having faded away.<br><br>Erik makes his way back to his apartment quickly, almost jogging to get there.&nbsp; He fumbles with his keys, but finally manages to get through the door.&nbsp; He closed and locked the door behind him before tossing the book onto the chair and pulling off his shirt.&nbsp; He looked over at the clock on his desk.&nbsp; It was 6:15.&nbsp; He had 7 minutes to get into the cage.&nbsp; After unbuckling his belt, his jeans fell to the ground around his ankles.&nbsp; He kicked them off along with his flip flops and went to his room, sliding open the closet to find the cage inside.&nbsp; He climbed inside and pulled the door shut as he felt that first sudden throb.&nbsp; His body convulsed as his bones broke and reformed.&nbsp; Fur sprang up from under his skin, making it feel like it was on fire.&nbsp; His face elongated into a snout and his teeth sharpened into canines.&nbsp; He hadn’t been able to finish locking the cage and he nudged it open with his muzzle and was free, at least in his apartment. <br><br>The wolf started to explore the place and made it out into the main room.&nbsp; It gnawed on his flip flop and then noticed the book.&nbsp; It walked over and smelled it before he remembered what it had wanted.&nbsp; It turned its head towards the window which had been left ajar to let the cool air in, but now it was an escape route.&nbsp; The wolf climbed onto the couch and leapt out the window, falling 2 stories to the grass below before heading towards campus.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 19:56:49</strong>
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				There was obviously something wrong going on with him. She couldn’t pinpoint what was the source, but Erik was not his usual self. Or at least, he wasn’t what she was used to. Cassandra watched him leave the library, and then it was back to work. She pushed her golden frame classes up her nose and returned her attention to the computer at hand. She still had quite a bit of work to do before being off the hook and able to return to her apartment. She was glad that she was living near the campus but still off its ground, her roommate was another grad student and so far they were getting along pretty well.<br><br>After an hour, Cassie was almost ready to go home. She tidied her working space, so that the next person to work there wouldn’t have to deal with her clutter. She also wiped the counter and it’s only then that she saw the indentations that Erik’s fingers had left into the wood. As she fingered them, she was filled with a sense of dread. Cassie already believed that the werewolves weren’t the only creatures out there that were part of the folklore, or movies, but were real. She couldn’t say with any certainty that it was vampires, or witches, and she certainly didn’t want to think about demons. If asked, however, she would admit that the possibility that they are out there, hidden in plain sight, has been on her mind for some time.<br><br>Cassie was convinced that it took more than just regular human strength to make these marks. The possibility that Erik left that mark, which she was positive wasn’t there in the morning when she started, meant that he was most likely one of these “supernatural”. This was what went through her mind as she walked the cobblestone path that led from the library to her street. She had a long walk ahead of her and was never really scared in the streets, but that evening she was rather jumpy, paying attention to what went on around her. All that thinking about supernatural creatures had her mind go for all sorts of weird scenarios that would have made Hollywood’s cheesy horror movies proud.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>10-06-2012, 23:21:15</strong>
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				Erik didn’t know about other supernatural creatures in the area.&nbsp; He didn’t even know of any other werewolves around the school.&nbsp; They tended to be very territorial and if he’d crossed the path of one of them, he’d have known it.&nbsp; He wasn’t the only thing that went bump in the night in the small town, but those things had plans of their own.<br><br>He pushed himself back onto his feet and shook off after the fall.&nbsp; Even though he was a lot tougher than the average person, a two story fall shook him up a bit.&nbsp; The large grey wolf stood at nearly four feet at the shoulders.&nbsp; He was an impressive specimen, strong and sleek.&nbsp; His dark fur gave him great camouflage in the night.&nbsp; His eyes a bright yellow, especially when light was shined on them.&nbsp; He could see perfectly under the full moon, and his sense of smell was even better.&nbsp; He sniffed around at the ground and found his own tracks from making his way back to his apartment.&nbsp; His head lifted up and he looked out to the campus, remembering his mission.&nbsp; He still had her scent and he needed to track her down, had to track her down.&nbsp; <br><br>There were still a lot of people around, though it was a bit cool so they were bundled up and walking briskly between buildings.&nbsp; He was a shadow moving along the edge of buildings and under the cover of foliage on the campus.&nbsp; The dean of the school wanted it so that wherever you went on campus there was more green than grey.&nbsp; He found himself at the library once again, but she’d already left.&nbsp; He dared to venture out onto the sidewalk and sniffed the ground, catching her scent before following her trail.&nbsp; It didn’t take for him to find her and he circled around her slowly, a shadow in her peripheral vision.&nbsp; He jumped into a bush, making it rattle and shake from his entrance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 22:15:15</strong>
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				Cassie’s heart was beating only slightly faster than usual. She had not yet felt the presence of the predator in her area. The only reason why it beat faster was because her mind just wouldn’t stop thinking of what would have enabled Erik to dig his fingers into the wood as he did. She kept trying to convince herself that it wasn’t him, but she was pretty sure that the marks weren’t there when she ate her lunch. No, she had been writing over the counter as she munched on her sandwich. If the marks had been there, she would have noticed. Surely, he couldn’t be a vampire. He walked into the sunlight. So in her mind, what was left was a werewolf, or a warlock, a demon or maybe an angel.<br><br>The Angel was the one she hoped for, it had something endearing to her that he would be the embodiment of good rather than evil. He certainly was handsome enough to be an angel... The one she thought most likely, mostly because they were no longer a secret, was werewolf. In spite of everything, she still hoped that she was wrong, that the marks had been left there by a previous student... The hair on the back of her neck tried to stand on ends and she felt... watched.<br><br>Cassandra hastened her steps as she entered a part of the path that was lined both ways with thick bushes and trees. It was the darkest part of the path, after she’d be right onto her street and she only had a couple of blocks left to walk. She tried to reassure herself, but the feeling that she was being watch just wouldn’t leave her. It refused to be just her mind that fancied being watched after all her thoughts about supernatural beings. Cassie turned around sharply when she heard noises in the bushes. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to reassure herself as much as to keep a bit of warmth to herself as she had forgotten her jacket at home in the morning, and she just stared into the bushes. It could be students having fun. It wouldn’t be a first... but the feeling of being watched just didn’t leave her. Finally, she decided it would be safer to keep going and she resumed walking, turning her back to the bush at the price of an incredible effort.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 20:04:47</strong>
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				He watched as the redhead approached boldly, but he could sense her heart racing in her chest. The fear of approaching something so reminiscent of their distant past when they truly lived in fear of predators. The wolf got ready to jump, but she turned around too quickly. With the bush in the way to slow him down he wouldn't be able to catch her in one leap without giving away his presence and allowing her time to start running. He stalked her a little father through the empty campus. Most people stayed inside during the full moon unless they had to be out. <br><br>Erik finally saw a good opportunity to attack. He growled at her as he pushed off the ground with all four legs. His front paws reaching out and catching her by her shoulders. The claws on his right paw dug into her, close to her neck as his weight and momentum took her to the ground. His back paws moved onto her legs so she couldn't try to get away. He placed his muzzle next to her ear and let out a long, rumbling growl telling her not to move, not that she had much of a choice with the large grey wolf on her back. <br><br>He then moved his head to the back of her neck. He inhaled her scent as his nose got caught up in her ruby locks. His warm breath as he exhaled tickled the back of her neck. He put his forehead against the back of her skull and rubbed himself against it as his body shifted down so that he was laying on top of her. He moved his paw away from were it had caught her shoulder. His long tongue ran along it, lapping up the blood that had formed along the lines. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>12-06-2012, 21:28:26</strong>
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				Cassie was walking just a little faster than she had before. The eyes that she felt on her back had nothing reassuring. Of course, once in the security of her apartment she would laugh it off and thinking herself a silly girl, but right now all she had in mind was to reach her destination as soon as possible. She heard the sound behind her, the bushes again, and then nothing. Maybe it was really all in her head, her imagination running wild. At the bend in the path, where the whole thing got really narrowed and&nbsp; kept her out of sight for a yard or two,&nbsp; Cassie heard a distinct growl that chilled her to the bone. It wasn’t all her imagination.<br><br>The redhead slowed her step, fighting the urge to look back and trying to urge herself to run, but fear paralyzed any coherent thought about running away. It was the full moon tonight! God! She had been so distracted in the morning! If she had paid attention, she would have called a cab or campus security to get home! She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see the wolf’s paw land on it.&nbsp; Cassie felt the air being pushed out of her lungs as she fell to the ground. <br><br>Claws dug into Cassie’s shoulder, making her whimper in pain. She didn’t have enough breath left in her to scream or she would have. Call for help could have been a wise move and get hunters after the beast that pinned her to the ground, or he could have bitten her out of spite, turning her into one of them. The weight on her legs was painful, but the growl that she heard right next to her ear stopped her from trying to squirm away. Her vision was blurred, filled with tears.&nbsp; What was it going to do with her? Was it going to feed on her and kill her? To turn her into one of them? The more she thought, the more she panicked and she was shaking almost painfully under the heavy wolf.<br><br>Cassie kept her face towards the ground, murmuring pleading words. “Please don’t kill me, don’t turn me. I won’t tell there’s a werewolf on campus, I give you my word.” Her words were faint, but if she knew anything about werewolves was that they had sharp senses, so he would hear her. She knew something else too... she had the silver kris at her neck. It was a ridiculously small thing, and Cassandra thought it would only aggravate the beast who might not be merciful. Who said there was still some consciousness able to register the meaning of her words in that wolf head anyway?<br><br>Still, Cassandra did not move, she just repeated the words as if it was some kind of mantra. She shuddered as she felt its breath onto her neck.&nbsp; Feeling him lay down on her relieved some weight off her legs and reduced the pain, but a new frightening thought crossed her mind. What if he tried to rape her? She had heard all kind of horrible stories about it, and about the painful knot that made the victim unable to break free without being severely harmed. She stopped talking, stopped begging to be freed. All that came out of her was soft sobs that she was trying to control. She was trying to be strong, to show less fear. If she didn’t, maybe he wouldn’t get such a kick out of terrorizing her. She bit her lips as he started to lick her blood and tried to move away, but the weight of the beast proved to be too much. She was at his mercy, unless she could use her pendant somewhere meaningful. The chance that she reached his eye in that position was not good at all...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 08:35:30</strong>
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				He’d smelled the silver around her neck, but it wasn’t enough to cover up her delicious scent.&nbsp; He continued to nuzzle himself against her body as he rested on top of her.&nbsp; He was very comfortable as he rested on top of her even though he realized that she was fearful of him.&nbsp; She was his and he wasn’t going to get off of her.&nbsp; Off in the distance, there was a giggling scream of a girl as she and her friends approached.&nbsp; He licked her neck again as he got up slowly. The sounds were getting closer and he didn’t want to deal with more people, especially if they were hunters.&nbsp; <br><br>The large wolf bounded off into the woods.&nbsp; The creature disappeared into woods leaving Cassandra alone on the ground.&nbsp; Erik bounded through the woods and was quickly distracted by something else.&nbsp; There was a rabbit and he had to give chase.&nbsp; His paws dug into the dirt as he ran through the woods and chased down the prey animal.&nbsp; He caught it and sunk his teeth into the flesh of the animal, feasting upon its raw flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>The wolf wandered around the woods around campus for the next few hours until it felt the sun rising and the call of the moon waning.&nbsp; He made his way back towards his home, his territory.&nbsp; Seeing a wolf trying to scale the side of a building would have been a sight to see if anyone had been out that late.&nbsp; He hopped up onto a small wall that blocked the view of the dumpster from the outside.&nbsp; He walked along the wall and then jumped up onto his neighbors balcony.&nbsp; He knocked over their grill and potted plants.&nbsp; It was just a little farther to his apartment.&nbsp; His front paws went onto the railing of the balcony.&nbsp; Pushing up with all fours he got his back feet onto the railing as he reached out for the window sill.&nbsp; He reached it and dug his claws into the wood.&nbsp; His back claws caught the bricks in the wall as he managed to pull himself up and through the window.&nbsp; <br><br>The wolf now back in his apartment wandered back to his bed.&nbsp; The large wolf hoped onto the mattress and made himself comfortable before laying down to sleep.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>13-06-2012, 17:20:33</strong>
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				Cassandra didn’t even hear the girls coming towards them. She was way too focused on the beast that crushed her under his weight, making breathing difficult and moving even more. She shuddered under his tongue, expecting to be bitten anytime. He sure seemed to enjoy the taste of her blood... Cassie felt his weight being lifted off her and she took a deep breath, a much needed intake of oxygen after the shallow breathing caused by its weight on her.<br><br>Once she was sure that the werewolf was gone, Cassie stood on her shaky legs and ran away as fast as she could. She ran hard until she reached her apartment and locked the door behind her. In shock, she cried for a while until her tears died. Only then did she drag herself into the bathroom to check on her painful claw mark. In some folklore, only a bite can turn someone into a werewolf. In some other, being clawed is enough. Since the werewolves were being hunted down, the truth wasn’t well known. She could go to the police and tell them there was a werewolf on campus, but if being clawed was enough to be turned, she would be put down as well. She didn’t want to die.<br><br>After cleaning the wound thoroughly, Cassie found her way into bed. She crashed, falling asleep even before she pulled the blankets on top of her. Her sleep was restless though. She had nightmares about her attack, about how it could have gone wrong, how she could now be a werewolf. Not once did her mind do the link between Erik, the counter and the werewolf. <br><br>When she woke up in the morning, tired like she had spent the night running, but no longer able to bear the nightmare, Cassie cleaned up, got rid of any evidence of the attack and headed out. It was day, it was safe... and she had nothing to do all day but to work on her thesis. She was hungry though, and so she headed towards the small coffee shop near the campus. They had these english muffins stuffed with all sorts of breakfast goddies, such as bacon, tomato and eggs... When she entered, she went straight for the counter, not taking a look at anyone around. She was no longer shaking, but her mind kept going over the events again and again.<br><br>With the tallest papercup of coffee available – filled with vanilla and hazelnut flavored coffee – and her english muffin in hand, Cassandra scanned the seating space for an empty spot, or someone that she knew. She didn’t want to eat alone, she wanted to be with someone, to take her mind away from the painful wound at her shoulder, which reminded herself to her each time she turned her head, or reached out to take something.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 17:28:13</strong>
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				Erik woke up with a headache and fur in his mouth. His pillow was covered in dried blood and so was his face. At least it wasn't human. He picked his teeth as he walked over to the shower. He turned it on and let the cold water rinse the dirt and blood from his body. The area around the drain turned dark with the stuff that washed from his body. When the shower finally warmed up, he grabbed the soap and scrubbed his flesh clean. He then washed out his hair and untangled the small mess that had gotten caught together with mud and blood. After he washed up and dried off he returned to his room. <br><br>He stripped his bed of bedding and pillow casings. Once the washer was loaded with extra bleach, Erik returned to examine his cage. It wasn't broken, he'd just gotten in too late. He sighed and closed the door before he turned and headed to his dresser. He pulled on a clean pair of boxers and a fresh pair of blue jeans. He then pulled a bright blue polo over his head. After slipping on his socks and shoes, he headed for the door. He picked up his backpack and the book he checked out the night before. <br><br>Making his way towards campus,he flipped through the pages, reading little sections here and there. He stopped into a coffee shop on the way. Even though he'd brushed his teeth, he could still taste the rabbit. The bell rang as he pushed open the door. His eyes immediately fell on the redhead. Everything else around him seemed to fade into a dull grey. She was his. He felt other eyes on hers Anne he wanted to tear out their throats for looking at her before he grabbed her and took her home to show her who her alpha was. He calmed himself and shook those thoughts from his mind. <br><br>Erik walked up to the counter and ordered. "Coffee, black, and a bagel, all seed, toasted with lox."&nbsp; He made his way through the line to the register and paid for the food and drink. He was trying to not look over at her, but it was impossible to not think about her with every other sense honing in on her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>14-06-2012, 18:26:42</strong>
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				Cassie found an empty table, a booth in the corner. Taking a whole booth on her own seemed like an overkill, but she wanted to enjoy her breakfast comfortably sitting, rather than standing. She was walking toward the table when she had an odd feeling. She didn’t acknowledge it consciously, but she turned her head towards the door seconds before Erik passed through it. With everything she had lived after leaving the library the previous night, Cassie had not thought about the marks in the library’s counter, not made the link between the suspicions about Erik and the wolf that had laid on top of her and clawed her shoulder.<br><br>As her eyes fell onto Erik, however, it wasn’t her suspicions that came to mind, but rather his thesis subject. Cassandra was afraid that the next full moon would see her transform into a mindless killing beast, that he had been turned into a werewolf. She needed to know if claws were enough, or if she needed to be bitten, if the wolf licking her wounds mattered... She had to know, or she would go nuts. And what if she was a werewolf? Would she hide and try to find a discreet way to live as a werewolf, or would she turn herself in? The latter was far less probable, but still an option.<br><br>Cassie put her breakfast tray onto the table and her coffee as well. She needed napkins and also ketchup so that the fried patty of potato - that didn’t deserve the name of hashbrowns in her opinion - could come close to something edible. As she did so, she walked by Erik and stopped. “Good morning... I was wondering if you would, you know, sit with me. Eat breakfast with me, I mean. I’ve got something I’d like to talk to you about...”&nbsp; Now shut up and leave him time to answer, Cassie told herself, but she looked up at him, hopeful that he would agree. She couldn’t believe she had dared. It had come out totally amateurish to her ear, but she was always very critical of herself. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>16-06-2012, 16:34:02</strong>
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				Erik was trying to keep his attention on the book as he held the drink and breakfast on a tray in the other hand.&nbsp; He could easily sense her coming up to him.&nbsp; The smell of her body, the breath escaping her lips, the feeling of warmth that seemed to envelope him when she got closer.&nbsp; He tried to hold his breath, but that just made those little scents that wafted past his nose all the more enticing.&nbsp; He had to bring his eyes up to look at her and he almost regretted it the moment he saw her. <em> Mine!</em> His mind screamed out at her, not that it could actually reach her.&nbsp; It did make him want to take her and show her everything that was him.<br><br>After resisting the urge to growl at her, he nodded his head and closed the book, setting it on his tray.&nbsp; He walked over to where she had been sitting while Cassandra got her condiments.&nbsp; He sat down and took a sip of coffee before he opened up the container of lox and started to spread it over the toasted bagel.&nbsp; He took a bite with a smile on his face as he tasted the smokey flavor of the fish.&nbsp; This was the best place to get lox near campus, though it wasn't hard as their were only two places that made their own bagels.&nbsp; He washed it down with another sip of black coffee.<br><br>He waited for her to sit down and bounced his foot up and down slowly to the beat of a song that only he could hear.&nbsp; He was looking much better than he had the day before. His hair was straightened out and he had shaved his face.&nbsp; After the full moon he reverted back to his normal self quickly which was a good thing, though he didn't understand why he wasn't feeling normal around her.&nbsp; "So how are you doing Cassandra?" He asked her as she returned to her seat with the ketchup and napkins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 08:56:17</strong>
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				Cassie couldn’t believe that she had managed to ask Erik to eat with her, much less that he had actually accepted without asking her the topic or anything. Her hands were shaking as she picked the different things she wanted to be able to eat her breakfast. A part of her wanted to run in the opposite direction for multiple reasons, but the pain in her shoulder was a reminder that she needed answers. She didn’t know who to turn to, other than him. He seemed sympathetic to the cause of the werewolves and maybe would be able to help her.<br><br>Back at the table, her shaky hands were rather obvious as soon as she unwrapped her English muffin. The paper seemed to put the emphasis on her trembling, and the way she fought the stupid little ketchup envelope didn’t want to open either... Until she realized that it didn’t open by the top but rather by the side. “A little bit stressed, but fine. You?” She asked in answer to his question. It would justify the shaking, she thought, and give her a little time on how to get on the wanted topic.<br><br>Cassandra was worried that&nbsp; in her haste, she would breach the topic in a way that would let him know what happened to her. She wanted to avoid lying, she just didn’t enjoy lying. Besides, she was a pretty bad liar. She also wanted to avoid the “why are you asking?” question. Not used to thread so lightly around a topic, and not manipulative by nature, Cassie was already convince that this was bound to fail, that she would spill the beans one way or the other.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>18-06-2012, 07:32:41</strong>
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				<br>Erik took another bite of his bagel and chewed on it while he thought about it.&nbsp; He swallowed and wetted his lips again before replying.&nbsp; “I’ve been better.&nbsp; I’ve got a meeting with my supervising professor later today.&nbsp; I’ve been a bit stressed about it if you didn’t notice yesterday,” he told her as he looked over into her eyes.&nbsp; He was hoping that it would be a good enough excuse that she didn’t realize what was actually going on.&nbsp; It was worth a shot even though he had the werewolf book sitting right there next to him.&nbsp; He’d just read a passage about a town whose residents had been found slaughtered a few days after a full moon.<br><br>“How was work at the library?&nbsp; It was pretty empty when I went their yesterday evening.&nbsp; Though I think people are worried about,” he tapped the book as to not to say the word in the crowded place.&nbsp; It scared a lot of people to hear about them now.&nbsp; “It was that kind of night,” he commented.&nbsp; He wanted to appear knowledgeable about the subject.&nbsp; If he ignored that fact, he might arouse suspicion which he definitely didn’t want to since they were true.&nbsp; He took another bite of his bagel before he picked up his knife again.&nbsp; He spread a little more of the lox onto it before he grabbed his coffee.&nbsp; He inhaled the dark rich aroma and then put his lips to the rim and took a sip.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>19-06-2012, 23:04:44</strong>
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				Cassie nodded her head. She had noticed he was stressed alright. The thought of the finger prints into the counter crossed her mind but were quickly dismissed. These would be questions for another time. “Same as usual, though you’re right. It was far quieter yesterday than it usually is. It allowed us to catch up on some things that had been requiring attention in a less urgent manner.” She said, not wanting to bore him with the details. Not everyone enjoyed the classification systems as she did, or the smell of a book, new or old, or the feel of a hard cover or the creaking sound it sometimes made when one opened the book...<br><br>“I had questions to ask you about werewolves, actually.” Cassie started, taking her english muffin delicately so that all the fillings would stay in place. The tomato was bound to slip out and drag a good share of the mayo with it, but it was still the best breakfast sandwich in her opinion. “With everything that’s going on, it’s hard to tell what’s myth and what isn’t. Can you tell me what isn’t a myth?” Cassie asked, trying to appear genuinely interested in the whole topic and not just one answer: can a claw mark that has been licked by a werewolf turn her into one?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>20-06-2012, 04:29:33</strong>
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				“Quiet is good,” he told her as he looked over at her. “I’d rather have a quiet day than during dead week when the library is louder than a frat party.”&nbsp; He commented as he turned to look over at the couple of guys with popped collars as they stand in line for their morning breakfast.&nbsp; He turned his attention back to her and took a sip of his coffee.&nbsp; He was enjoying just talking with her, but something inside of her wanted him to do more. He wanted to reach out and grab her, pulling her against him and kissing her and more.&nbsp; His eyes seemed to light up for a moment as he watched her.<br><br>He titled his head a little bit when she asked him about werewolves.&nbsp; “Where to begin,” he asked himself rhetorically.&nbsp; “Well there are so many different myths and legends about werewolves.&nbsp; They date as far back as written history.&nbsp; There were men who put on the furs of animals to turn into them.&nbsp; Others were wolves who ate the flesh of men so much they were able to turn into humans to get at their prey more easily.&nbsp; Some turn into wolves during the full moon while others seemed to be able to shift whenever they wanted.&nbsp; There were also ones that didn’t actually turn into wolves, but partial men who had the faces and claws of wolves.&nbsp; What seems to be the truth is that they only turn into wolves during the full moon.&nbsp; Other than that we really don’t know much.&nbsp; The hunters have killed all the ones that have been discovered with silver, but there isn’t any evidence that non-silver ammo will actually kill them.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>22-06-2012, 18:38:54</strong>
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				When he started to tell her what were the myths surrounding the werewolf, Cassie wanted to stop him. She had ask for what <em>wasn’t</em> myth. She let him talk and used that time to eat her morning sandwich as cleanly as possible. She nodded her head here and there, indicated that she knew this detail or that one. Of course, the answer she had been hoping for wasn’t provided. She’d have to insist and knew that the more she insisted, the more he’d grow suspicious and eventually start to ask question of his own.<br><br>“How about how they turn a human into one of them? I know a bite can do that, but in some of the myths, being clawed by the werewolf is sufficient. Do you know which one is true?” Cassie asked before she put the last of her sandwich in her mouth. She had to know, and if there were consequences to her curiosity, she’d have to face them head on. Cassie tilted her head and brought it straight back up really quick, having felt a strain on the bandage and the wound under it.<br><br>Cassie didn’t want to think of what she would have to do if she was turned into a werewolf. Turn herself in to be put down like an animal? Try to find a way to harm no one during the full moon and live in fear of being discovered for the rest of her life? Horrific scenarios had run in her head ever since the attack and she was getting more and more shaken by them, more and more on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Focused onto her fears, she momentarily&nbsp; forgot about the fact that she was sitting in front of her crush.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 21:33:52</strong>
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				Erik nearly choked when she focused in about how a werewolf is created. He coughed a few times before he took a sip of coffee. Did he attack her when he was a wolf or was it only a dream. If she was asking about it, he might have done something to curse her for life. "Well do you remember that show two years ago, Silver Blood?&nbsp; It was about the group of people who were hunting werewolves. There was that leaked footage right before the show got cancelled. The camera man was attacked. He kept screaming that it was only a scratch before they shot him. They had been hunting since before werewolves were known about. That might indicate that it could just be a scratch." Erik had been bitten and scratched so he knew that both could do it. <br><br>"Then you have the spectacle that was Mark Platter," he added as he noticed a nervous look on her face. "He claimed to be clawed by a werewolf and had a pretty nasty wound across his chest to show it. He got that big media coverage event on the full moon to see his first change. After two hours of televising the man in his underwear, the exciting part of the event was when the guy ran on stage and mooned him to see if it worked. Strange though that he died two months later from choking on a steak." Erik finished his bagel and took another sip of his rich dark cup of java. <br><br>"I'm sorry that I don't have a lot of definite answers. I'm mastering in folklore. There also haven't been a surge of werewolves that feel like it's safe to come out and talk about it. Same goes for why rabies is on the rise. People get attacked by animals in the dark and are too afraid to go to the hospital to get care."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 06:27:35</strong>
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				Cassie knew that her bold move had been the wrong one, given the way he had reacted to it. The way he choked on his food made it quite obvious. She tried to hide her unease behind a gulp of coffee, but it was way too hot to her taste and she grimaced before putting it away. His answer was simple even if he took the long run to actually tell her: he didn’t know. That sucked. He was the only one she knew – and she was using the very loose sense of the term her – that had knowledge of this stuff. So she’d have to wait 27 days before knowing if she was or not a werewolf. By what he said, maybe she could allow herself to be optimistic. If either of the guys on TV were the real thing – which she highly doubted – there was a chance.<br><br>Cassie took a bite of her potato, with some ketchup on it and grimaced again. She really didn’t feel like eating it, the taste was like cardboard with tomato and vinegar. She reached behind her shoulder and scratched at the clawing marks. Those bloody red lines were itchy as hell and she couldn’t really head to the doctor. Maybe if she told them that she had had a meeting with a large dog, but what were the chances that the hospitals had to report suspicious claw marks and bite marks, just like they had to report any kind of bullet wound? “It’s okay. There’s someone I know who believes she’s been attacked by a werewolf. She didn’t get bitten, just clawed... and the wolf licked her wounds. It’s kinda gross.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 19:13:45</strong>
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				He looked around as she mentioned her 'friend.' He didn't want her to be overheard or caught. She or her friend could get in trouble for talking about something like that out in the open. He occasionally was hassled for his curiosity into werewolves. He'd managed to get them off his back though mentioning his research base is folklore on all sorts of different monsters. He did wonder if there were other creatures if the night out there. He'd felt some strange things and caught stranger scents off proletariat when he walked through the city at night. <br><br>He glanced down at the watch on his left wrist. "I have to be at a meeting in a few minutes." He pulled a black pen from his pocket and scrawled his number onto a brown paper napkin. "Why don't you call me later when you've got some time." He stood up and balled up his garbage before garb ing his coffee and book. "It was good talking to you."&nbsp; He wanted to lean down and kiss her roughly. He fought the urge to pull her up onto the table and take her like an animal in front of her. He turned away and marched himself out the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>28-06-2012, 19:31:22</strong>
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				The boy was strange, Cassie&nbsp; thought for the tenth time. The napkin had gone from the table to her bag, came out of it a couple times and was returned to the bag. It almost, yes almost, made a trip to the recycle bin.&nbsp; Her crush on Erik was all good, but it remained that he could have just any girl he wanted on campus and she considered herself to be an easy pray. There had been a time or two where Cassie went as far as to punch his number in… then she put him into her address book, and even pondered speed dial, but it would require that she flush a friend or her boss… or someone equally important.<br><br>After working on her thesis for the better part of the afternoon, Cassie wondered if now would be a too early time to give him a call. Her hand reached around her shoulder and scratched the bandange on her shoulder once again. She could feel the makeshift bandage was sticking less and less to her skin but there was nothing she could do. Finally, she just gave up. If she wasn`t able to concentrate, might as well get some sleep, right? <br><br>Cassandra came out of the library and took a different path home. She had no explanation; she didn’t fear the wolf waiting for her on her usual path, it wasn’t the full moon. She just took the long way around , feeling like walking. It isn’t before she walked around the ninety-degrees bent that she saw him, not too far in the distance. Cassandra suddenly remembered his strange behavior of the previous day, the finger imprint in the counter that betrayed super human strength, added to that the fascination for the folklore but in particular the werewolves… Could he be one? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 03:18:14</strong>
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				Erik made it to his meeting on time, but barely.&nbsp; He had a long chat with the professor about his theories and thesis as well as the research to back it up.&nbsp; There were a number of disagreements that left Erik feeling frustrated as he left the meeting.&nbsp; He decided to work off his anger and go out for a run, the exercise tended to calm him down and focused his thoughts.&nbsp; He ran six miles, it was more than he usually could, but the temperature was perfect for a run and he was still feeling the after effects of his change from the night before.<br><br>He made his way back home and showered off.&nbsp; He moved his bedding into the dryer after he'd dried off.&nbsp; He got dressed in a pair of boxers, some cargo shorts, and a loose t-shirt. He made his way back onto campus.&nbsp; He still couldn't seem to calm down.&nbsp; His mind racing with images of Cassandra beneath him.&nbsp; His lips and teeth teasing her soft flesh.&nbsp; He circled around the library a few times.&nbsp; His eyes seemed to know where she was whenever he passed, and he watched her through the windows whenever he could.<br><br>He had to force himself away from her and he started off towards one of the campus eateries to get himself some dinner.&nbsp; He hadn't seen her in a while, but he'd felt her still in the library.&nbsp; As he walked he felt her eyes on him.&nbsp; He turned to look at her, his eyes finding hers almost instantly.&nbsp; He turned his body and started towards her in long strides.&nbsp; "Hey.&nbsp; I guess I beat you to the phone call," he commented as he looked down at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 21:05:08</strong>
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				Cassie watched him come toward her, wary. Was he the werewolf? She tried to shove the thought aside, alone with all the uneasiness and fear that came with it. She didn’t want him to know or to feel that she was suspected him. Who knows how he would react if he knew. Cassandra pushed up her glasses and forced a smile onto her lips. God, he was so handsome. If only she wasn’t so attracted to him. She tucked her bangs behind her ears, feeling highly self-conscious and inadequate, just like the typical bookworm that she was.<br><br>Beat her to the phone call, yes he had. If he knew how many times she had almost called him... He’d think her a wimp and Cassie thought he’d be right. She knew why she wanted to call him. Hearing his voice was one thing, but she was still seeking reassurance. She wanted to be sure that she wouldn’t have to live the rest of her life afraid that she’d get shot because one night every four weeks, she was turning into this mindless animal. Was it really mindless though? It had clawed at her last night, licked her wounds... but when it could have killed her, it didn’t. She could have been its meal, but it simply pinned her to the ground.<br><br>“It looks like you did.” Cassie agreed. “Why did you want me to call?” The answer to that question was something she wanted to know. Had he been looking for new information regarding werewolves? She was not important enough to him to warrant such effort, Cassie reminded herself. She was no more than some acquaintance, the redhead that was in library studies and helped him find the folklore books he was looking for.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 22:02:39</strong>
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				Erik stood close to her, closer than an acquaintance would, closer than a good friend.&nbsp; Their distance was intimate, like lovers after a long embrace. His warm breath misted over her freckled cheeks as he stared longingly into her eyes. His gaze drifted down to her shoulder where he'd marked her. The beast inside of him wanted him to claim her in mind and body. It was getting harder for him to resist the urges that drew him to the beauty beneath him. <br><br>"Well I figured that we could continue our discussion from breakfast," he told her as he caught the strands of hair that were blown out from her neatly done tuck by the wind. He gently put it back behind her ear. His finger gently ran over the curve of her outer ear. "How about over dinner, my place, Friday at eight."&nbsp; He had started it off as a question, but it came out as more of a command. He also knew that the main library where she worked closed at 6 PM on Friday's except for during dead week. <br><br>Erik knew that he shouldn't have asked her out. It was dangerous for him to get close to someone. He might hurt them or they may let his secret out to the world. Despite all his fears of hurting her or getting hurt, there wasn't even the slightest desire in his body for her to say no. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Moon and the Mate (Aysande &amp; DD)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>01-07-2012, 19:17:56</strong>
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				Cassie felt slightly intimidated. With her doubts that he could be a werewolf, if not <em>the</em> werewolf, she was scared of him. It didn’t change anything to her crush though, she was still attracted to him, if not more. That was stupid, right? She had become one of those girls that went for guys they knew were no good for them. Still, she looked up at him over her glasses and swallowed with difficulty.&nbsp; She wanted to reach out and touch him, but she felt paralyzed. There was no reason for him to be interested by her. She knew she wasn’t ugly, but also that she wasn't the usual kind of girl that attracted guys like him.<br><br>“We could. I thought you told me everything you knew though... “ Cassie protested. It’s not that dinner with him was not interesting, but to be at his place made her uncomfortable. “Why don’t you come to my place instead?” She asked and her eyes followed his hand as it drew near and touched her. A shiver ran down her spine and she felt her skin go goose flesh from the simple contact with her ear. She wanted to be with him to spend time with him, at the same time she wanted to run in the other direction.<br><br>Friday, she would get some answers, Cassie decided, then doubts took over. She’d get answers if she gathered the courage to ask, if she was ready to hear him say that he was a werewolf or something else, if he was ready to let her know. After, all she could hope for was that she wouldn’t be hunted down by him, so that his secret was safe. She’d never tell anyone. Cassie felt like she would have to make sure he understood that.<br>
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