Wolf's Howl (M&R)
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				Title: <strong>Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 23:32:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Wolf’s Howl</strong><br><br>(http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg202/exelis/Lady_and_the_wolf_by_mmenathalie.jpg)</div><br><em>He’s howling again…</em><br><br>The Jani is just your normal shepherdess.&nbsp; Though, considering where she lives with her family, it’s not a popular job.&nbsp; Her country after all, is known for its acceptance of werewolves.&nbsp; And of course, with their more human counterparts, the real wolves do run rampant.&nbsp; But she still diligently protects her sheep, leading them through green pastures and to still water.&nbsp; When a wolf begins to frequent her herd without attacking however…&nbsp; Not even going in for a snack.&nbsp; If anything, it’s been staring at her…&nbsp; Things become strange.&nbsp; A golden necklace of value shows up on her favorite resting rock…&nbsp; Her mother finds a bolt of silk – SILK! – for her use on whatever she wishes in her father’s barn.&nbsp; Her little sister beginning the whole affair after receiving a Doll from a stranger asking of her sister.&nbsp; Jani is not sure what is happening around her, and she wishes not to look a gift horse in the mouth…&nbsp; But what is happening in her life?<br><br>=<br><br>Jani looked over her sheep and then back around the meadow.&nbsp; The wolf was gone for once…&nbsp; Giving her peace finally after at least a week.&nbsp; She climbed her rock, sitting at the top and looking over her sheep.&nbsp; Her fingers tangled in the golden chain she’d found.&nbsp; Such a precious thing…&nbsp; And it had been left all alone on her rock…&nbsp; Maybe…<br><br>She blushed and shook her head.&nbsp; That was foolery to think such things.&nbsp; The town was poor, and anyone who would have such coin to spend would NOT have spent it on a chain for a silly girl.&nbsp; Especially one such as a Shepherdess.&nbsp; Her ‘kind’ only allowed in the country out of necessity, without a Shepherdess, there would be no wool.&nbsp; Without wool, there would be no thread; no thread, no fabric; no fabric, no clothes.&nbsp; Yes, they could have had farms of cotton, but that would have ruined the land for the wolves that she defended her sheep against.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at the sun, it was becoming a warm afternoon, for a woman who stayed up at night with sheep, it was the perfect time and weather to sleep.&nbsp; She smiled softly and took her cloak around her body.&nbsp; The rock was not the softest bed, but it was warm and away from any biting bugs, making a good enough bed for her as she curled up, listening to her sheep dog barking occasionally to keep her herd in line as she allowed sleep to take her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 02:02:41</strong>
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				Galan slipped quietly through the tall, columnar trunks of the old growth forest.&nbsp; His long, low form occasionally padded through errant sunbeams, illuminating the dark brown-black fur that covered his body.&nbsp; He paused at the edge of the tree break, looking down over the hills and meadows to where sheep grazed on the grass and dogs ran around the herd, barking at errant animals.&nbsp; The wolf began to salivate at the thought of mutton, or even raw sheep, but he restrained his baser instincts.<br><br>The wolf watched the herd for quite awhile, eyes slipping over the curly mass of mobile wool to where their master slept.&nbsp; The shepherdess was more than a hundred yards away, but his supernaturally acute vision was good enough to count the stitches on her cloak, to watch the sun gild the fine hairs on her arm, to...<br><br>Galan caught himself whining.&nbsp; He shook his head to clear it; this was just some stupid peasant girl that had caught his eye, years before.&nbsp; He could've, <em>should've</em>, simply demanded her from her family, but some reason he restrained himself.&nbsp; A part of him said that this was not how things should go, and for some reason he was listening to it.<br><br>The wolf had a chuffing sound as he paced at the edge of the forest.&nbsp; Soon enough, he came to a decision: there was a moment of biological uncertainty, and then a man strode out of the forest.&nbsp; He was tall, taller than the shepherdess almost by a full head, and his broad frame was packed with muscles.&nbsp; His skin was tanned and lined with white scars; his eyes were a disturbing amber color.&nbsp; Around his neck was a loose steel chain, holding onto a triangular, serrated tooth.&nbsp; He was also completely nude, but the confidence with which he strode towards the herd of sheep could make someone forget that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 15:01:08</strong>
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				The sheep began to make a fuss.&nbsp; Smelling something strange, something different...&nbsp; One randomly baaa'd 'wolf', and the others fluttered, all getting to a stand and waking up and hustling among each other as the dog, Boyo, jumped onto the rock besides her and licked her face till she stirred, "Boyo-wh-"&nbsp; She opened her eyes to see the man - naked man - walking towards her and her sheep.&nbsp; With the way Boyo was reacting, jumping off and seeing to the sheep instead of going to chase him off or not doing anything at all...&nbsp; She knew what the man was.&nbsp; Wolf.&nbsp; Despite the confidence that practically clothed him, she stood up and got off the rock herself, whistling softly to the sheep as she went to him.&nbsp; Not knowing what this Wolf wanted.&nbsp; The only thing she could think was her sheep as she held her staff - heavy and weighted with an iron bar in the middle, better to be affective against his kind.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sir?&nbsp; I am sorry, you will find no meal here...&nbsp; These sheep are not mine to bargain for," she said off the bat.&nbsp; The sheep the only reason she could think of that he'd be there.&nbsp; A hand raised to straighten a bit of the wild hair on her head as she bit her lip and looked to the east, "There's a glade over that way that a Mr. Jobes usually takes his sheep.&nbsp; He owns his flock...&nbsp; I'm sorry, I need to see to my herd..."&nbsp; She didn't say how they were all panicing because of him - rudeness was not often met well by Wolves.&nbsp; But even if it was rude, she had to see to her flock.&nbsp; She whistled again, this time for Boyo, orders as she began humming for the sheep, keeping her distance - her herd was known to bite - and just picking out the calm ones out with her staff to keep them from being trampled by the ones who were still throwing fits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 15:17:34</strong>
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				Galan smiled a bit as he watched her command the herds with clicks, hums, and whistles.&nbsp; It was actually interesting to him, how the animals responded almost with one mind to her commands, flocking and baa-ing, <em>almost</em> running into the hurrying dogs but always rebounding, like they ran into an invisible wall a foot or so away.<br><br>He tore his eyes away from the flock and regarded the shepherdess again, waiting patiently until she seemed to have the animals under control.&nbsp; "I did not come for a meal," he said, taking a step closer to him.&nbsp; "I came to see you, Rea."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 15:21:05</strong>
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				Her head snapped up to him - he, a Wolf, knew her name?&nbsp; She looked at him, not sure if she trusted him.&nbsp; This wouldn't be the first time one of them tried to cajoul her out of a sheep.&nbsp; "Came to see me, My Lord," she asked, looking at him, her look not all that trusting.&nbsp; She held her staff tightly, as if expecting him to jump and eat one of her sheep - or even her - at any moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 15:29:52</strong>
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				The werewolf watched her grip the shepherd's crook, wondering if she actually knew more than simply to flail around.&nbsp; "I came to finally meet you," he told her.&nbsp; "Have you not found my gifts?&nbsp; The silk, the doll, and even that."&nbsp; He pointed to the gold chain in her hand.&nbsp; "They are from me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 15:44:36</strong>
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				"You're the one..."&nbsp; She blushed.&nbsp; Her mind registering the information, but not quite understanding.&nbsp; Such gifts were like that of a lord courting a lady, not...&nbsp; Her fingers went to the chain - now around her neck.&nbsp; "I...&nbsp; I am afraid I am at a loss, My Lord.&nbsp; I do not understand what interest you would have in me - I am a Shepherdess," she said softly, stepping back from him, growing a bit more wary.&nbsp; What did this man want?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 16:23:16</strong>
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				Galan continued to advance on Rea.&nbsp; "I've been watching you since you were young," he told her.&nbsp; "You're quite beautiful, you know.&nbsp; A woman like yourself could have a much better life than watching sheep and listening to dogs barking, all day long."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 16:28:36</strong>
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				"Beautiful," she said, a lightly bewildered look on her face.&nbsp; A shepherdess from a family of shepherds, she wasn't raised to recognize her own beauty.&nbsp; She knew she was easy on the eyes, but that is as far as she let her mind take her.&nbsp; She couldn't help but blush at the compliment.&nbsp; A lord watching her...&nbsp; That was the thing silly merchant's daughters dreamed of.&nbsp; Not...&nbsp; She shook her head, this man must be trying to pull her sheeps wool over her eyes.&nbsp; She stepped back again, and then again from him, "My Lord...&nbsp; Your words are silly.&nbsp; I am a shepherdess...&nbsp; Not some noble beauty that you should be paying your attentions to..."&nbsp; She then realized he continued to walk forewards, even as she stepped back again to find the large rock at her back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 16:38:19</strong>
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				Galan blinked in surprise at her words, taking a few steps back.&nbsp; "I don't want you for a wife," he said.&nbsp; "I must choose a noble woman to continue my line.&nbsp; But I do find you very beautiful.&nbsp; I thought you would like to live at my keep, as a consort."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 16:50:45</strong>
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				"C-Consort," she asked, knowing exactly what that meant.&nbsp; The young woman, raised well in her beliefs may have fallen prey to declarations of eventual love.&nbsp; Perhaps a little like one of the naive merchant daughters she oft mocked a little.&nbsp; But a consort...&nbsp; A woman to warm his bed and hide any resulting children...&nbsp; Least they be killed for their mixed blood.&nbsp; "No!&nbsp; No, I will not agree to such a thing," she said, looking for her dog.&nbsp; Staff clutched in her hands tighter, ready to lash out should he come forwards again.&nbsp; "You should leave.&nbsp; You will find no meal here nor-nor wench!&nbsp; To warm your bed here, My Lord."&nbsp; She slid her body to the side as her eyes found the dog, going to the pup as quickly as her feet would carry her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 17:13:36</strong>
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				Galan frowned, not understanding Rea's response.&nbsp; Surly, living in the house of a nobleman was better than herding sheep all day?&nbsp; <em>Damn humans,</em> he found himself thinking.&nbsp; <em>Don't even know what's good for them.</em>&nbsp; Aloud, he said, "You would be a part of my household, protected and living at my keep.&nbsp; Any male children we have would become werewolves and be raised as my sons.&nbsp; You might not by my wife, but wouldn't it be a better life than you have now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-11-2009, 23:41:52</strong>
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				"A life my lord, as nothing more than a pet?&nbsp; Nothing more than someone to warm your bed when your wife won't," she said, looking back at him with a glare, "I am not something to be picked up and played with, My Lord, when you or anyone else seem fit!"&nbsp; She removed the necklace from her neck.&nbsp; "Nor am I to be bought!"&nbsp; She held out the little frail thing, and though it pained her, she let it go, dropping to the ground as she went to Boyo.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 15:26:14</strong>
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				Galan's eyes flashed with anger at Rea's rejection and he balled his hands into tight fists.&nbsp; "You are already bought and sold," he said, growling softly.&nbsp; "If you cannot see that you are a foolish child."&nbsp; He stood there for a moment, teetering on the edge of violence, then in a flash he was replaced with a black-furred wolf.&nbsp; He gave the shepherdess another glare, then loped off into the forest, deliberately choosing a path that cut through the main part of the herd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 16:28:23</strong>
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				She gasped as he turned, going through the herd as he loped off.&nbsp; Upset sheep in his wake, she counted, seeing all were still there after she finally managed to calm them down with her dog's help.&nbsp; She growled underneath her breath.&nbsp; How dare that wolf!&nbsp; She looked though, as he left behind the neclace, picking it up tenderly, she pouted sofly.&nbsp; Unable to leave it behind, she put it in her pocket - but didn't wear it.<br><br>~<br><br>After settling her sheep in the barn of the home - even she needed a decent meal once a week at least - she blinked, looking up from them and Boyo as she heard...&nbsp; A cart?&nbsp; A cart outside their home.&nbsp; What?&nbsp; She stood, going to the enterance of the barn and peaked out, almost gasping to see a carriage of all things.&nbsp; The Wolf stepping out and going - and entering! - her home...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 16:41:52</strong>
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				Galan hated being driven in the carriage, but it was a necessity at times.&nbsp; He wasn't nude now, either; he was wearing a tight jerkin of soft, dark leather, and fitted breeches of tightly-woven wool, dyed red.&nbsp; A simple dagger hung on his belt, balanced by a heavy purse on the other.<br><br>He paused for a moment on the threshold to the house, watching the peasants who lived there scramble and bow and scrape.&nbsp; He resisted the urge to pick them up and shake some backbone into them.&nbsp; Instead he spoke, cutting through their confused babble.&nbsp; "I have come," he told them, "to talk about your daughter."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 17:04:25</strong>
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				She couldn't believe he was there, and was barely able to pull her feet up and place them in front of her to walk to the door.&nbsp; Finally managing, she heard, "Talk about your daughter."&nbsp; <br><br>How could he...&nbsp; She said no!&nbsp; She opened the door, glaring at him.&nbsp; "There is nothing to talk about, My Lord."&nbsp; Her glare was stern and ungiving, almost as if she had the same breeding as he to not give in.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 17:12:21</strong>
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				Galan turned suddenly, one hand dropping to the blade on his belt, surprised at Rea's sudden appearance.&nbsp; "I suppose there might not be," he allowed.&nbsp; "I am your lord; I could order this, but I decided to be better than that.&nbsp; But you are sorely testing my patience."<br><br>Behind the werewolf, Rea's parents cowered, scared at the sudden presence of their lord and the sudden backbone being displayed by their daughter, and at the contest of wills being fought between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 17:38:36</strong>
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				"Why are you so adamant about this?&nbsp; There are other girls, Worldorf's daughters are prettier than I am.&nbsp; Why not go haunt their doorsteps - they would fall at your feet," she said, her eyes darting down to the blade.&nbsp; "I said 'no'.&nbsp; And I meant it.&nbsp; Why not go fulfill some other girl's fantasies?"&nbsp; Despite herself, she held onto the door, using it as an anchor.&nbsp; She didn't have her staff - her anger with him making her forget it in the barn with her parents staffs.&nbsp; If he decided to attack...&nbsp; "I am not interested in being a wench for your bed, My Lord - which is what I'd be, no matter what pretty title you give it!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 17:44:37</strong>
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				"I do not want Worldorf's daughter, I don't care how pretty she is."&nbsp; Galan took a step towards Rea, one hand darting out to grab her arm.&nbsp; "I want you, Rea.&nbsp; Why can't you understand, I want to give you a better life than you have now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 17:50:49</strong>
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				"Why can't you understand I don't want to be your whore," she shot back, glaring at him.&nbsp; As far as she saw, that was all he was wanting from her.&nbsp; She tried to pull her arm from his strong grasp, "Let go of me!"&nbsp; She did not want a loveless future, and as far as she saw, that was what he was asking her to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 17:52:28</strong>
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				Galan growled, his patience almost at an end.&nbsp; He drew Rea closer, until they were nose-to-nose.&nbsp; "I could ruin your family with a word," he reminded her.&nbsp; "Do not give me reason to, woman."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 17:54:53</strong>
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				She gave a soft yelp as he pulled her closer, his hand hurting her.&nbsp; Her eyes widened as he threatened her family, looking at him before a pained look went over her face.&nbsp; "Why do you want this from me," she asked him, "Why me when there are others?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 18:29:32</strong>
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				Galan blinked, his mouth opening and closing for a moment.&nbsp; "You're beautiful," he managed, face softening.&nbsp; "I don't want another woman, Rea, I want you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 18:41:37</strong>
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				She looked at him sternly before looking away, not liking his answer, even if it was flattering.&nbsp; She just couldn't agree however, "If my so called beauty is your only answer for why you want me...&nbsp; Then my answer stays 'No.'&nbsp; I am not a bauble for you to place on a shelf to play with, My Lord."&nbsp; Gently, she tried to pull her arm away, "I've never met or seen you before, My Lord.&nbsp; I won't agree to anything from a stranger besides."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 19:18:31</strong>
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				Galan blinked in surprise.&nbsp; "Of course you've seen me before," he said.&nbsp; "Don't you remember it?&nbsp; When you got your pup?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 19:27:02</strong>
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				"What are you talking about?&nbsp; That boy was gangly and ugly, you're..."&nbsp; She shook her head, looking away.&nbsp; She was to upset with him to say he was large (with muscles of course!) and very...&nbsp; Very handsome.&nbsp; "I wouldn't believe you even if you had that same birthmark on your bum," she blushed as she realized she just admitted - in front of her parrents - to seeing a male's bare behind.&nbsp; Though...&nbsp; It wasn't either of their faults really.&nbsp; One of the sheep had butted him into the river...&nbsp; With his scrawly body...&nbsp; Well, his pants, even with a belt, didn't want to stay up with the weight of the water.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 19:48:56</strong>
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				Galan's lips twitched upwards and he glanced back at Rea's parents.&nbsp; "I have a coach, if you want to check," he told her.&nbsp; "I'll go one better.&nbsp; If I'm not that man, I'll leave the gifts and never bother you again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 19:59:56</strong>
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				Her eyes widened - this had to be some - her eyes caught the look on her parents faces.&nbsp; Her mother looked about to faint and her father...&nbsp; didn't look like the happiest man that she'd seen a man nearly naked.&nbsp; She blushed and shook her head, "No, that's fine.&nbsp; I'll...&nbsp; I'll believe you if you can tell me what name I'd considered for Boyo."&nbsp; She remembered talking with the boy about different names.&nbsp; He had told her that the pup that became her dog liked the name Boyo better than the name 'Kip' which she'd considered at first.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 20:04:58</strong>
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				Galan closed his eyes and leaned his head back, a slight frown crossing his features.&nbsp; They'd barely exchanged a dozen words all those years ago, and that day he's been torn between the pretty girl he was meeting and failing his father in such a simple task.&nbsp; Petty details like a dog's name were utterly unimportant next to that, but now it seemed like his world revolved around it.<br><br>Time passed, and just as Rea was about to declare victory Galan spoke.&nbsp; "He hated the name Kip," he told her, head coming back down with a grin across it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 20:14:18</strong>
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				She blinked, interupted as he answered finally.&nbsp; He...&nbsp; She blushed deeply, her cheeks nearly apple red.&nbsp; She pouted and looked away, "You still haven't given me any reason why you want me.&nbsp; I won't take beauty as a reason to leave my family and my life behind - especially if I'm just going to be some whore to warm your bed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 20:17:43</strong>
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				Galan shook his head.&nbsp; "It will be a better life.&nbsp; You will have servants, and your children could grow up to be royalty.&nbsp; Your family will be taken care of.&nbsp; Where is the downside?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 20:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him, "It will be a better life, perhaps.&nbsp; But the man whome I am giving children will love another woman.&nbsp; Will marry HER.&nbsp; And she will have any right she wants over me!&nbsp; That is the downside!"&nbsp; Her glare was fierce, angry yet again with him as she tried to tug her arm from his hand.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 20:29:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Galan's face dropped and he let go of her arm.&nbsp; He suddenly looked... Smaller.&nbsp; Drained.&nbsp; Almost pathetic.&nbsp; "I never said I'd love her," he said.&nbsp; "I need to marry a noblewoman... But I never said I'd love her, Rea."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 20:33:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at him, "If you have a woman to bear your children - then why marry another if you do not love her, My Lord?&nbsp; You are the Lord of the Land now, yes?&nbsp; Then you shouldn't need to marry yourself for your family's benefit."&nbsp; She looked away from him again before looking to your parents, "I'm not hungy now, my sheep didn't graze as they should have-"&nbsp; She gave him a look before going back to her parents, "I'll go and graze them another hour before settling them in my usual spot."&nbsp; With that, she left, going to the barn for her sheep.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 20:51:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Galan's mouth opened and closed fitfully.&nbsp; "It is not like that," he protested, following the girl towards the barn.&nbsp; "I do not have the freedom to marry who I will.&nbsp; I must think and weigh and plan these things."&nbsp; He frowned.&nbsp; "In some ways, you are more free among your sheep."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 20:57:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Then think and plan a way around it, I will not be with a man who will expect my devotion when he cannot - will not give me his," she told him, looking back at him before going into the barn, shutting the 'people door' before he could get in.&nbsp; She tended to her sheep in the barn a bit before opening one of the barn doors to get them out with Boyo by her side.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 21:24:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Galan was waiting by the door when Rea began leading her animals out.&nbsp; "Why are you fighting this," he asked her.&nbsp; "You will live a much better life as my consort than as a shepherdess.&nbsp; Or do you think whatever mud-speckled farmer you eventually marry will give you more than I can?&nbsp; Your children could grow up to be nobility, you'd be my wife in all but name, why are you fighting this?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>15-11-2009, 21:29:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If I were with you, how would you like me to take another man to my bed," she asked him simply, not quite able to believe he was STILL there.&nbsp; True to what she'd heard and knew of the Wolves - he was tenatious.&nbsp; "Another shepherd or farmer may not be able to give me much, but at the very least I won't have to worry about some other woman wooing him as I would you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 04:32:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"No," Galan pointed out.&nbsp; "You would only have to worry that he would take a younger woman to his bed once you grew old.&nbsp; I don't want you just for your body," he protested.&nbsp; "If you come with me, you'll always have a place in my household.&nbsp; And that 'always' will be a deal longer than if you marry some farmer stinking of pigs."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 06:28:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And would you not do the same as him, take a younger woman when I grow old," she asked, looking at him with a pout before sighing and looking at her sheep.&nbsp; She was a shepherdess...&nbsp; She was raised to take care of things.&nbsp; Not sit and be taken care of...&nbsp; "If not just for my body, then what is it you wish, my lord?&nbsp; The only reason you gave in the house was just that."&nbsp; She determined that it would be best to try and end it all that night - whether or not she would go, give into this Lord - Her Lord's whims.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 15:22:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Galan smiled slightly.&nbsp; "Evidently I want a woman who will argue with me."&nbsp; He moved forward a step and laid a hand on her shoulder, lightly.&nbsp; "I don't want a woman who will just lie there and spread her legs, Rea.&nbsp; I want someone I can talk to.&nbsp; You've proven you can do that."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 15:27:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Argue-" She closed her mouth and pouted.&nbsp; Despite her will - her want to disagree with that argument...&nbsp; It was a good one.&nbsp; She looked at him with the glare of a child that didn't get their way, "You're incouragable..."&nbsp; She looked at the sheep and sighed, "My parents won't be able to take care of these sheep...&nbsp; You go back to your castle...&nbsp; I will be here waiting for you at the end of the week when my sheep are put in better places."&nbsp; She raised her hand to her forehead, of all the twists she expected life to take - THIS wasn't one she expected quite.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 21:09:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Galan nodded to Rea.&nbsp; "By the end of the week, then," he agreed.&nbsp; Turning away, he kept a solemn mien until he was around the corner and out of Rea's sight.&nbsp; Once she couldn't see him, he allowed himself a sloppy grin.&nbsp; The coach's driver was surprised at his lord's expression, but knew better than to comment on it.&nbsp; Instead, once the werewolf was settled, he drove off with a crack of the whip.<br><br>True to his word, at week's end the early morning silence was disturbed by the rattling of the carriage and the clomping of horses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 21:20:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The end of the week came too soon for the shepherdess - but also couldn't come fast enough.&nbsp; She swore her family didn't even know her after she told them what happened.&nbsp; Well, her sister was behaving as normal.&nbsp; Only she increased her attempts to make her older sister look pretty.&nbsp; Making her crowns of flowers and grass.&nbsp; Then there were the merchant daughters in town who either believed her and took to becoming like her sheep or the ones who thought she was lieing and were throwing slanderous words her way every time they had the chance.<br><br>She waited outside her home for him, a small sheepskin bag filled with the few belongings she couldn't part with.&nbsp; The golden chain he'd given her around her neck once again as she waited by the small dirt road near her home.&nbsp; Her mother and father were in the kitchen window, watching nervously for the Lord who was supposed to pick her up.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 21:31:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The carriage came up in front of Rea's home, nearly running over the girl's toes.&nbsp; A pair of footmen, holding onto the rear railing, dropped to the ground; one picked up the girl's bag and tied it to the luggage rack on top, while the other opened the door with a bow.<br><br>Inside, the carriage was down in dark wood and subdued greens.&nbsp; There was a man waiting inside, but it wasn't Galan; he was much larger, and swarthy where Galan was pale.&nbsp; He had a long, luxuriant beard which he stroked while studying Rea.&nbsp; "So," he rumbled, chuckling.&nbsp; "You are the shepherdess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 21:44:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped softly at the carriage, mildly glad there wasn't any mud.&nbsp; She tried to get her bag from the men.&nbsp; It was so small it would surely fall, but then saw them tie it down.&nbsp; She looked at the man inside...&nbsp; He was...&nbsp; Huge.&nbsp; She blushed as he studied her, stroking his beard, "Yes...&nbsp; I am."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 22:22:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				One of the footmen offered Rea a hand into the carriage; the big man continued to examine her, and did not speak again until she was seated and they were underway.&nbsp; "My name is Roland," he rumbled.&nbsp; "I am Galan's seneschal.&nbsp; He sent me to collect you, Madame Shepherdess."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>16-11-2009, 23:17:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see," she said, still blushing at his examination as she patted the wrinkles in her dress down.&nbsp; "I don't suppose you could tell me what I can expect when we arrive," she asked, holding onto the seat as the carriage moved - she thought they were supposed to be luxurious in comfort, but even with the velvet seats, how could one enjoy a ride with how much it bumbled about the people inside!&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>17-11-2009, 17:02:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rufus didn't seem discommoded by the shaking journey; he simply braced his feet wide and absorbed the shocks into his massive frame.&nbsp; "You'll have a room," he said, "and probably servants.&nbsp; It is not my place to decide."&nbsp; He made as if to lean forward, but reconsidered it in the jolting carriage.&nbsp; "I will be plain-spoken, girl.&nbsp; I do not know why my lord and yours has pursued you.&nbsp; From his tales, you are willful and obstinate -- not qualities I look for.&nbsp; But," he added, "I have been sent to collect you, and so I shall."&nbsp; After that announcement, his eyes strayed from Rea, going to the small window in the door and the landscape moving past.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>18-11-2009, 01:23:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Obstinate," she said, frowning at him.&nbsp; She'd admit to willful, but obstinant?&nbsp; She sighed and looked away.&nbsp; "Thank you for telling me what I can expect."&nbsp; She stayed silent for the rest of the way, holding on tightly so as not to be jolted too much, though for her light frame, she was still practically bouncing off of the ceiling for how the carriage shook.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 16:05:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To Rea, bouncing and jerking in the carriage, the ride seemed interminable, but in time the large mass of stone that was Galan's castle rose on the horizon.&nbsp; The carriage rattled over the dry moat and was inside the curtain wall.&nbsp; As it pulled to a stop, Rea could look out and see a line of servants, males on one side and females on the other.&nbsp; At the end was a tall, slim, dark man; not Galan, but presumably another werewolf.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>19-11-2009, 19:28:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nearly sighed with relief as the carriage stopped.&nbsp; Dear LORD that thing bounced!&nbsp; And it didn't go that fast either...&nbsp; She'd rather have walked!&nbsp; She blushed as the coach men helped her out before looking at the line of servants.&nbsp; That was a lot of people...&nbsp; She gave her sudenly dry lips a lick before looking at the new man, not really sure how to greet him.&nbsp; A shepherds job was busy, so much so they weren't expected to bow that often.&nbsp; She wasn't really sure how to greet noblty - especially wolf's - when there weren't sheep around.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 01:28:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Rea stood, dumbfounded, one of the female servants slipped out of line and sidled up to her.&nbsp; She curtsied to the dark werewolf, then placed a hand on the back of Rea's neck, forcing her head down.&nbsp; "Curtsy," she whispered, fiercly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 18:24:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rea saw the servant slide out of line, sidling up to her, the look in her eyes...&nbsp; A shepherd didn't have time to determine who was friendly - and who was NOT - with any more than the eyes.&nbsp; A shepherd didn't pay attention to position, just that one look.&nbsp; No time to waste with those that meant harm or anything negative to them, and in result their flock.&nbsp; As soon as the hand met her neck, she ducked before taking the hand into hers and slamming it into the carriage so close behind her, hissing back at her, "Do NOT touch me."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 00:35:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A hushed, brittle silence fell over the courtyard at the sudden and violent action.&nbsp; Rufus separated the women by the simple expedient of picking Rea up by the back of her shirt and setting her down a few feet away, climbing out of the carriage as he did so.&nbsp; "That," he told her, pointing at the wide-eyed maid, "is Madelaine.&nbsp; Your honor maid, if you don't kill her.&nbsp; That," he added, pointing at the slim man at the end of the line, "is Vincent, the castellan.&nbsp; Until Baron Galan returns, he is lord of the castle."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 00:43:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up at Rufus, telling him without any hold.&nbsp; "I do not trust her," she said, glaring at the woman.&nbsp; She looked at 'Vincent' before looking up at him again, "Returns?&nbsp; Where is he?"&nbsp; She supposed she wouldn't be surprised if he were looking for his wife allready.&nbsp; Nobilty...&nbsp; She sighed softly and looked at the woman again, glaring at her before looking at the castle.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 00:55:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rufus opened his mouth to answer, but it was Vincent who cut in.&nbsp; "The <em>Baron</em>," he began, emphasizing Galan's rank, "is out doing the sort of things that a baron is supposed to do.&nbsp; As for your maid, it doesn't really matter what you care for.&nbsp; This is what you have, and you should be grateful for that much."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 01:08:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I do not have to be grateful for anything.&nbsp; It is the Baron that wants me here," she told the man, not seeming to be impressed.&nbsp; "And as far as she is concerned, she can stay far away from me.&nbsp; Even the bravest man will cut off his hand if it has turned into a snake."&nbsp; She glared at the woman before turning her head back to Vincent, "And it wasn't you who I asked about on Lord Galan."&nbsp; She glared at him, thinking that even a peasant child had more manners.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 03:56:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Vincent's eyes flashed with anger and he grabbed Rea roughly, turning her around to face him.&nbsp; "<em>You</em> do not talk to me, low-born girl, or--"&nbsp; He didn't get a chance to finish his threat, as Rufus reached over and separated the pair forcefully.&nbsp; The large man stepped between Rea and Vincent, forcing the other man back with his sheer bulk.&nbsp; "You shall not touch Galan's consort like that," he growled, "nor speak to her in such a fashion."<br><br>As the two men stood nearly nose-to-nose, eyes flashing and breath growling, Rea noticed that almost all of the servants had melted away.&nbsp; Even the driver and footmen had disappeared.&nbsp; She was essentially alone with a pair of weres just on the edge of violence.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 04:09:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gave a soft cry of pain as he took her arm, his grip tight, bruising her.&nbsp; "L-"&nbsp; She gave another soft yelp as Rufus separated them.&nbsp; Unused to being treated roughly by humans - or...&nbsp; Rather near humans.&nbsp; She rubbed her arm where she could feel a bruise forming, she looked at them both and sighed, mumbling under her breath, "I knew I should have brought my staff..."&nbsp; She blinked, hearing the growls...&nbsp; Her eyes widened...&nbsp; That...&nbsp; Was not good.&nbsp; She stepped further back, unsure what to do.&nbsp; Yes, her father taught her how to deal with Wolves.&nbsp; But without her staff, and with a REAL Wolf...&nbsp; She looked at the two worriedly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 21:57:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The two weres circled each other, growling and feinting.&nbsp; They were still trying to intimidate each other, but soon enough it would escalate into actual physical violence, and somehow Rea was sure that she didn't want to be around to see that.<br><br>The girl felt a pressure at her wrist and looked to see a small boy, naked but for a scrap of tunic, tugging at her arm.&nbsp; He glanced at the two circling weres, then motioned towards a doorway that hung ajar.&nbsp; "We have to go quickly," he whispered to the shepherdess, "before they change."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 04:38:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked at the two, eyes wide.&nbsp; Then - something tugged at her...&nbsp; She looked down and blinked, seeing a boy.&nbsp; She could only nod before following him quickly towards the door.&nbsp; Going inside of it as fast as she could.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 15:35:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glancing around, Rea saw that the little boy had lead her into something like a kitchen; lots of low beams hung with spices and dried foods, long stoves mostly banked, and plenty of gleaming cutlery.&nbsp; It was mostly deserted, and the boy wandered to a trestle table where a bowl of bread sat.&nbsp; By standing on the bench, he was able to reach the basket and pull out a dark roll.&nbsp; Nibbling on it, he regarded the shepherdess intently with yellow-orange eyes.<br><br>Sitting up straight, and spraying bread-crumbs, he suddenly spoke at her.&nbsp; "Are you the common woman?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 16:11:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, shaking her head and sitting down, she took the tip of her shepherds apron and used it to get the bread crumbs from the boy's mouth, "Don't speak with food in your mouth..."&nbsp; She looked into his eyes and knew allready that he wasn't bitten to become what he was - a boy his age wouldn't survive the process.&nbsp; Being born however...&nbsp; She wondered why he was so clothesless...&nbsp; He couldn't possibly be able to change yet to warrent such dress...<br><br>"And to answer your question, yes...&nbsp; Though...&nbsp; I am a shepherdess...&nbsp; So not so common here as uncommon," she said with a small smile after she finished cleaning him off.&nbsp; She looked back at the door, closed now, that they came through.&nbsp; "Do they do that often?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 16:16:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The little boy's eyes moved to the door.&nbsp; He started to speak, remembered the swallow first, and then answered her question.&nbsp; "They get angry.&nbsp; And then they fight."&nbsp; His eyes grew round and wide at the thought.&nbsp; "I... try to stay way, then.&nbsp; They fight more when Gal-- when the Baron is away."&nbsp; The little boy went back to nibbling at the roll, alternating glances between the door and Rea.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 21:57:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"You almost said 'Galan'...&nbsp; You know Lord Galan well," she asked, giving him a small smile as she finished cleaning his face with her apron.&nbsp; She looked back at the door.&nbsp; "Yes, I think it's a good idea you stay away from them when they're like that..."&nbsp; She let her apron drop to her lap again before grabbing some crust off of another loaf and nibbling on it.&nbsp; "How long do you think this spat of theirs will take," she asked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 03:48:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know," the boy admitted.&nbsp; "It can last for awhile.&nbsp; They can't really hurt each other so --"&nbsp; The boy jumped as a large weight was thrown against the door leading into the courtyard.&nbsp; The impact shook dust from the rafters and rattled the bread bowl on the table.&nbsp; In a flash the boy was at Rea's side, digging into her arm with his fingers hard enough to hurt.&nbsp; "I... I don't want to be here anymore," he said, staring at the door with wide eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>07-12-2009, 04:20:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gasped softly and turned to hold the boy to her, trying to both comfort him and try to disengage him from her arm.&nbsp; "It's allright.&nbsp; Do you know where the room is where I'll be staying?&nbsp; We can go there," she told him, giving him a kiss atop the head, staying cool headed through it all.&nbsp; The boy and his flightyness reminded her of her sheep.&nbsp; Inciting her shepherdess's instincts.&nbsp; She stood up and looked around before tugging him towards another door, "Come on.&nbsp; If you don't then we'll just explore a little, hm?"&nbsp; She gave him a small smile before she opened the door.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 04:48:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy lead Rea out of the kitchen into a long corridor hemmed into with heavy curtains, with a pitched roof.&nbsp; There was another heavy door at the end that opened into yet another food-prep area; evidently, the food was cooked in the kitchen and moved here to arrange before serving it.&nbsp; More doors and more wide rooms lead to a second courtyard, this one overshadowed mostly by wooden walls and terraces.&nbsp; The boy, still clinging to Rea's hand, pointed up at a three-story structure of wood and stone.&nbsp; "That's where most of the noble folks live," he told her.&nbsp; "The Baron has a whole floor to himself."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 04:59:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled, holding his hand, she began, looking about.&nbsp; "Do you think my room would be there," she asked, her fingers rubbing against her palm.&nbsp; Missing her staff.&nbsp; It's familiar weight.&nbsp; Her blue eyes looked over the courtyard, "What do they do here?&nbsp; It seems awfully...&nbsp; Cramped...&nbsp; No wonder the Wolves are so agitated..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Raveled</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 21:12:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy shrugged.&nbsp; "There's been lots of folks coming to the castle the last few days.&nbsp; Lots of soldiers and other werewolves.&nbsp; They all left early this morning, with the Baron."&nbsp; He turned, looking up at Rea with a smile.&nbsp; "I don't know where your room is, but I can show you were I sleep!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Wolf's Howl (M&amp;R)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Milanthe</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 21:26:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled at him, glad he was calmer.&nbsp; "Allright, I'll see about someone else showing me later."&nbsp; She gave his hand a tug, signalling to him to show him where he slept.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
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