Mongrel (wolventears & Norwegian One)
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				Title: <strong>Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 05:31:10</strong>
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				How it began:<br><br>A thousand years ago, the great Goddess Moon sat upon her cloudy thrown and looked down at the children of Earth with tears in her eyes. The will of man had become greedy and full of hate, each one taking what he claimed to be his own. The world was in flames, falling down in front of her, as war after war destroyed the people. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The other Gods laughed at the human's ways, not caring that they were killing each other, even manipulating things to put them in harm and hatreds path, just for their own entertainment. After centuries of&nbsp; asking for peace, Goddess Moon had had enough. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She had noticed that a little corner of the world was left untouched by the wars, a small colony of people, people who did not know the ways of democracy or war formations, but lived off the land and still believed in the Gods of old. People who did not war against thier own, but were family to all. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She decided to bestow upon them the gift to excerise the animals within. They would be able to change thier shape, to become one with nature around them in the form of her animal counterpart, the wolf. It was a blessed gift, a secret gift only a handful would recieve. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"My children," she told them as she looked upon thier scared faces, "I have given you a gift. Use it well. It will pass through you to your children, and from your children to your children's children. Do not fear it. Embrace it, fore you will be able to do better things than mere humans can do. But with your gift, comes a price."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her ethereal form floated around them, her beauty was almost too much to take. "Humans cannot know about you. They would seek to destroy what they do not know, and for the few of you that are, they are many. Use my gift well, my children." And with those words, she was gone, her gift the only evidence she had been there. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Centuries passed and the civilization thrived. They embraced the wolf, became one with the animal, and it was as much of them as was thier skin. As the pack grew, other Alpha's were born and Pack's were made all over the world. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Being what they were, there were many ways beside shifting into their animal counterparts, that they differed from their human brethren. Their senses were far greater, giving them superhuman strength, keener vision, sensitive smell, and great speed. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Each induvidual was also destined to be with one other. A true mate, one that completed the soul of the other and when they came together there would never be any instances of adultry or any such thing as spousal abuse. Being physically unable to hurt thier mate. A special, deep bond was formed giving each induvidual the ability to feel his or her mate's emotions after the mating mark was made during an intense sexual experience. Something that humans were incapable of.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;But it was also something that led to the near downfull of the werewolf kind. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;One fateful day, a mated pair had been hunting in wolf form. The female was shot by a human hunter. Through, their bond, the male felt his mate die, a part of his soul withering within. His wolf was unable to take the loss, and the animal took over, all humanity lost. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;He attacked the hunter, all animal, bloodlust in his eyes. The hunter managed a killing shot, but not before he had been bitten by the wolf. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Due to the anger and loss being so great within him, a chemical was created inside the male's body that created a virus-like strain of lycanthropy that caused any human infected to fully succomb to the animal, making him a deadly beast, that knew nothing but the hunt and the urge to kill and feed. A small scratch or bite was all that was needed to transfer the virus to a human host. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;This is when legends and myths came to be about wolfmen sneaking into villages and eating babies, carrying out women and children. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Wolves started to become hunted, many werewolves and their animal brethren killed. The packs decided to bring together a counsil of sorts, a chosen person from each pack, that would meet every six months to discuss what was best for the species. It was decided that the Mongrels, as they came to be called, were uncontrollable. Not being born, they did not have the ability to control the animal inside. They were to be killed on sight, and it was a pack's duty, if one was in their territory to hunt it down and kill it. Period. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Up until six years ago, this was law. A man by the name of Adam Reynolds changed that. Ten years before, he had been attacked by a Mongrel, but managed to get away before the damage was irraparable. He learned how to control the beast, taming it if you will, and he believed if he could do it, so could others. After showing the counsil, that it indeed could be done, he created a pack of his own, a pack specifically for Mongrels, since Bloodwolves, those born with the gift,&nbsp; wanted nothing to do with them unless it involved killing them. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The law was then revised. It stated that if found in time, the Mongrel could be taken to Adam's pack in Alaska, where he could be carefully monitered, and given the chance to tame the animal. If too many humans had been killed, it was too late, and that Mongrel needed to be disposed of. It also stated since lycanthropy was such an easily spread virus, that no Mongrel could not under any circumstances give the virus to another, whether it be voluntary or not. The consequence being death for such an act. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Over the last few years, Adam's pack had grown and he found that it was time for the Bloodwolves to allow Mongrels admittance into thier packs. This, of course, created an uproar, but the Alpha for the Colorado territory pack, volunteered to be the first to try the integration out. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;And it was on the night of the full moon that the integration began.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 05:48:59</strong>
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				Darah sat atop her grey Volkswagon Jetta, her skin tingling in anticipation. The clouds were covering the moon, her full belly ready to spread her light over the land, allowing them the night to hunt. The others of her pack were gathered around the small clearing, all in various states of undress, some even already completely naked. <br><br>She herself wore a pair of unbuttoned daisy dukes, her long and slender legs hanging over the hood of the car. A thin and easily removeable tank top covered her torso. Her wavey red hair hung aroun her, curling slightly at the ends. Her hazel eyes scanned the crowds. <br><br>She could hear the others talking, some in excitement over meeting the Mongrel's coming into the pack, some in worry, and the rest in anger. How dare anyone try to dirty the blood like the counsel was doing, and especially, how dare her father, the Alpha of the Colorado Pack choose to do such a thing. <br><br>She shook her head. She was completely behind her father in every way. She believed as much as he did that her species needed this. Unfortunately, they were a dying breed. New blood into the mix would be needed for them to live on. So her father had been the first to voulenteer, excepting a small group of Mongrels into the pack. Tonight would be the first meeting with them. <br><br>"Hello, Daisy," She said, smelling the female before seeing her. Her best friend and litter mate, sat next to her. Her blonde hair was mussed and what clothes she had on were rather dishelveled. Darah scrunched her nose. "You reak of Shane."<br><br>"What? Do I?" she asked, a smile on her face as she sniffed. "Well, you know, I think he may be the one."<br><br>Darah looked over at her, eyes wide. Daisy was always rushing to grow up. And now mating? But considering there was only one mate ever for a wolf, one would take it whenever they found it. "You are lucky to find your mate within our pack."<br><br>Daisy smiled. "You could, too. I see how Devin looks at you." <br><br>Darah grimaced. "No, he does not want me as a mate but for my standing in the pack as the Alpha's daughter. I feel nothing towards him." <br><br>"Darah, you need to--" her words were cut short as she looked to the far end of the clearing. Darah followed her gaze and hopped from the hood of her car as her father walked out from between the trees. <br><br>The Mongrels had arrived. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>11-10-2011, 07:49:54</strong>
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				Roland walked into the clearing, a step behind the Alpha of the Colorado pack. His greenish-blue eyes scanned the two dozen or so members of the aforementioned pack who stood in the clearing, suspiciously eyeing him and his small group as they appeared from between the trees. He could sense the hatred from some of them, had been able to sense it for a while already, and his instincts were preparing him for a possible challenge from any of them. <br><br>The muscles in his shoulders were taut, his arms held slightly away from his body, bright eyes narrowed in concentration. He relaxed somewhat, however, when the leader of the Colorado pack turned his head towards him and gave him a sincere smile. Roland forced his body to relax. He trusted the older man enough that he would keep his instinctive urge in check.<br><br>For being the Alpha, Roland did not really look the part. He was rather young, having only seen a little over twenty winters come and go, and his short, dark hair and small goatee did not exactly look threatening enough for someone leading a pack of Mongrels. Then again, he had not been chosen as pack leader for his threatening looks, but because of his skill at the hunts and the fact that he cared deeply about every single member of his pack. He knew each of the dozen or so Mongrels intimately, having talked at length with each one. They were all slightly apprehensive about this move, but at the same time they all knew that merging Mongrels with Purebloods was the salvation of their species.<br><br>Roland's eyes surveyed the gathering of people before him, some sitting on their cars while others stood nearby, and he could feel all their eyes upon him. Like himself, the pack of Mongrels consisted mostly of young members, of both males and females, all wearing casual clothes. Roland himself was wearing a simple black t-shirt with some rock band's logo on the front, some worn, light blue jeans and a pair of white sneakers. In short, he looked like a typical young man, nothing really singling him out as the leader except the fact that he was walking a step behind the older man who lead the larger Colorado pack.<br><br>The older Alpha stopped, and Roland halted as well. His small pack stood behind him in a group, their scents filled with excitement, apprehension, and nervousness. They mirrored his own feelings, though he did his best to hide it. This was the crucial moment. If everything went well here tonight, it could mean the salvation of their species. <br><br>"Please come and welcome our new brothers and sisters," he heard the older man call to his pack, and slowly, a few people began taking hesitant steps towards the group of Mongrels, more soon joining in. Roland smiled as he realised that it looked like this would go well. Despite the scent of disdain he could smell from some of them, the Purebloods were still coming over to meet the Mongrels.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 00:59:52</strong>
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				Darah saw her father glancing around the clearing for her and when he spotted her, he smiled and waved her over. She made her way to him, her fellow pack members parting to let her through. Once beside him he gripped her in a big bear hug. "Darah, I would like you to meet the Alpha of this little pack. Roland, my daughter Darah."<br><br>She glanced at the man beside her father, her eyes roaming over him. He looked as if he could have been a Bloodwolf, his body muscular and firm. He was young though, about her age. And those blue-green eyes, they sent a heat through her like she had bever felt before. <br><br>She held out a slender hand towards him. "Hello, Roland. It is very nice to meet you. I hope we can make this integration as easy as possible for you."
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				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>12-10-2011, 09:28:17</strong>
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				A movement from the corner of his eye drew Roland's gaze, and he turned his head towards the older Alpha to notice he was waving someone over. The young Mongrel looked in the direction he was looking, and saw a young woman coming their way. As she reached them, the older man too her into a great big hug, before introducing her to Roland. Her name was Darah and she was the Alpha's daughter, he realised, as he took her offered hand with a smile. As their hands touched, it was as if electricity ran through Roland's body, and he had to stop himself from gasping. He could almost feel an instinctive-like connection to her, something he had never experienced before.<br><br>He looked at her as he shook her hand gently, smiling as if the previous moment had not happened. She was beautiful, he noted, as his analytical eyes took in her appearance at a glance. Her wavy, red hair came down like a powerful waterfall, mighty and awe-inspiring, framing a beautiful, young face. She must have been around his own age, possibly a year or two younger, but he was so enraptured that he could not tell for certain. His gaze found her hazel eyes and stopped moving, his eyes captured by hers. He realised he had not yet spoken, and opened his mouth hurriedly, a barely visible hint of red touching his cheeks.<br><br>"A pleasure to meet you too, Darah," he said with a smile, not letting go of her hand as his eyes were still locked on hers. When she mentioned the integration, he was finally capable of tearing his eyes away from her, to look around himself. His pack seemed to be welcomed with open arms, as most members of the Colorado pack were standing with them, chatting and laughing with them in a friendly manner. Roland smiled, a smile of true happiness as he watched his pack merge with the members of the larger Bloodwolf pack. "It seems to be going perfect so far," he commented with a smile, as he glanced back at the young Alpha daughter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 00:30:39</strong>
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				Darah's eyes widened at the shock that ran through her as he gripped her hand gentley. Never in her life had she felt such a thing and instantly her body heated. She tried her hardest to fight off the blush that was rising in her cheeks. She glanced over at her father as she let Roland's hand go, and he lifted a questioning eyebrow.<br><br>She looked back at Roland and cleared her throat. "Um, yes. It seems to be going well so far, but we still have the full moon hunt ahead of us." <br><br>As if listening, the clouds began to move, the moonlight shining through as it began to be unveiled. Everyone hushed and looked up, some even shaking in expectation. Darah could feel her own skin begin to roll over her bones and she smiled in excitement. Her hands clenched and unclenched and she knew her eyes were most likely lightening to the amber color of her wolf form. <br><br>She looked to her father who was also feeling the moon's pull. His own hazel eyes were changing, his amber a darker shade than hers. Then his voice boomed through the clearing, all dominance and all Alpha. "Let us hunt!" he yelled as he pulled the shirt from over his head, his jeans quickly following. He threw his head back and howled, the others of the pack joining in as they shed their own clothes and took off into the wood around them. <br><br>Darah yanked the tank top from her torso, her nipples puckering in the breeze before sliding the shorts down her long legs. "Alright, Roland. Let's have some fun." She threw her own head back and howled before taking off. The sweet familiar pain transended upon her. Bones popped and snapped, reshaping and moving. Deep red fur sprouted over her body, human flesh no longer visible as her spine elongated and a tail now resided at the base of her back. Her face lengthened and sharp teeth dropped form her gums as her hands hit the earth before her, but not as hands, as clawed paws. <br><br>If you were to see a glimpse, you would think you had seen an ordinary wolf, maybe a bit bigger than usual, but if you really looked, you would be able to see the differences. Their ears were bigger and their snouts shorter, their eyes more exotic looking than their cousins. Their paws were bigger, longer and tipped with wicked looking claws. <br><br>Darah threw her head back once more, a gutteral howl escaping her. She looked back behind her, hoping to see the new wolf follwing. 
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				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>13-10-2011, 08:49:03</strong>
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				He could see the hints of a blush on Darah's cheeks as she looked at him, and for a moment he wondered whether she had felt the rushing sensation that had surged through him at that moment. He could have asked her, but now Roland could feel a different rush, one which seemed to permeate his being completely. He knew the feeling instantly and closed his eyes, trying to steady himself and focus his mind. For a mongrel, controlling his inner wolf and not letting it take over was paramount to surviving.<br><br>Roland remembered the moment when he had realised that he had a single choice concerning his life; he could learn to control his inner beast, or he would die. The moment when he had realised that, he was on his back on the ground, and Adam Reynolds stood above him, a short hunting shotgun pointing directly at the young Mongrel's face. Roland had lost control and Adam, using his expert knowledge about Mongrel physique, had subdued Roland only using his human form. As Roland had stared into the two barrels of the weapon pointing straight at his face, he had vowed to learn to control his beast completely.<br><br>Roland opened his eyes. The greenish-blue colour had drained from them, leaving only a solid, gray tone which appeared to be cold and warm at the same time. Lifting his gaze, he could see the full moon appearing from behind the clouds, grand and majestic. Another surge went through him, stronger this time, and he immediately began discarding his sneakers, jeans and shirt, stripping with practiced ease. His clothes came off, revealing a toned and slim, slightly muscular body. All around him, others were discarding their human covers as well. He caught a glimpse of Darah's naked form, her human form enticing, before she called to him and took off towards the treeline. Her body was already changing, and he could feel his own transformation begin.<br><br>Howls filled the night air as Roland's body warped and changed. His slightly tanned skin gave way to dark, thick fur, the colour of a moonless night interspersed with mahogany brown. He threw his head back and a guttural howl left his warping lips. "Mongrels, to the great hunt!" he howled, his voice echoing across the clearing, before he started running in the direction Darah had taken. His muscles grew stronger and more slender, his spine lengthened and a thick, black tail appeared from just above his butt. With every step he was becoming more wolf and less human. As he reached the woodline, he leapt over a fallen tree, his human foot landing on the rough surface of the wood. When he kicked off a moment later, the foot had been replaced with a powerful hind paw, elongated claws tearing the wood as he kicked off.<br><br>He sprinted through the woods, snaking between thick trees and over brush like it was the most natural thing in the world. His wolf form was large and muscular, yet still surprisingly fast, his shape moving like dark lightning through the shadows of the forest. His muscular legs kicked off hard from the ground, his claws tearing furrows in the wet soil as he could see the young Alpha daughter a distance ahead. She was hard to miss, her beautiful, deep red fur standing out like an angel between humans. He picked up speed, his muscles screaming with joy at being allowed to give it his all, and soon he was catching up to her.<br><br>As he ran alongside her, he turned his head and smiled the best he could in his wolf form, which mostly involved his dark gray eyes. His snout was short and broad, streaks of dark brown fur across his brow breaking up the monotony of his primarily black fur. He threw his head back and howled to the moon again as they ran, feeling pure joy at being able to run with Darah tonight.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 01:01:32</strong>
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				The wolf that came upon her was gorgeous. Deep midnight black fur with traces of brown and his eyes were a slate gray. She had never felt such a strong pull towards anyone, wolf or otherwise. But was such wolf worthy of her time? She sure hoped so, but she wouldn't let him in that easily. Digging her paws into the earth, she skidded to a halt and allowed him to run past her. She turned, running in another direction. She could here the rest of the pack, their howls filling the woods around her. <br><br>Then a warning howl cut the rest off. Someone had found the stag. Usually, her father, would take it down, showing his power in the pack, but she knew tonight, he would expect the young Mongrel to take charge, to show the others how in control he was. If he could take it down methodically, without letting the animal taking over, it would definately make the integration a lot easier. <br><br>Her pack had talked to some and chatted easily enough, but she could still hear and feel the doubt in the air. Luckily, no fights had broken out yet, though. <br><br>Suddenly, something slammed into her side. She was rolled, caught off gaurd and pinned. When she caught her barings, she looked up into the face of a deep chocolate brown wolf. Devin. She growled, <em>Get the fuck of me.</em><br><br>He licked her snout and she snapped, her teeth drawing blood on his lip. He jumped back and snarled. She had no time for him, her thoughts only on the newcomer, which was why she had been so easily pinned and hadn't heard Devin come upon her. <br><br>Because of him, Roland would catch up. And sure enough, he must have been closing in because Devin turned, his hackled raised and his teeth showing as he snarled.
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				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>14-10-2011, 09:19:51</strong>
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				Roland's head whipped around as Darah skidded to a sudden halt behind him, before just as suddenly taking off in a completely different direction. Her agility was certainly admirable, as Roland took much longer to halt, and by the time he had turned to follow her, she was almost out of sight. Grinning slightly at the challenge, he took off in the direction she had taken, eager to catch up to her once again. His paws tore at the earth as he ran, his nose following her scent.<br><br>The Alpha Mongrel lifted his head as he heard the warning howl, indicating that the night's prey had been found. He was aware of the fact that he was expected to lead the formation as they surrounded the stag before moving in for the kill, but at the moment his mind was on the deep red Alpha daughter. The connection he had felt with her... it was out of this world. He needed her with him in the hunt, and if he had to chase her down first to show that he was worthy of her presence, then he would gladly do so.<br><br>As he ran, he raised his head and howled, letting the rest of his pack know that he would be with them to take the charge shortly. In the distance ahead, he could sense Darah, her scent reaching him. But, she was not alone. Roland's slate eyes narrowed as he closed in on her location, before skidding to a halt. She was definitely not alone, he realised, another wolf standing over her, pinning her to the ground. His fur was chocolate brown and he was almost as large and strong as Roland himself. The Mongrel realised that this had to be a strong contender for the position of the pack's next Alpha male.<br><br>The brown wolf had turned towards Roland as he approached, hackles raised and teeth bared. <em>Get your filthy blood away from her</em>, the other wolf snarled, and Roland could hear the unveiled hatred poisoning his words as he spoke. Roland stared at him with narrowed eyes, his posture showing that he was ready for a fight. A little blood was dripping from the wolf's lower lip, indicating that Darah had not submitted easily to his advances. Roland approached slowly, each step warily calculated as he never took his eyes off the Bloodwolf. <em>Darah is running with me tonight</em>, Rolands words were calm, though they carried an undertone of threat, letting the other wolf know that he would not be adverse to fighting if he did not back down.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 22:35:23</strong>
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				Darah couldn't believe the way Devin was acting. And now he stood betwren her and Roland, like he had claimed her. She growled at the thought. He turned his brown head towards her, a smirk in his wolfen face.<br><br><em>I am not yours to claim,</em> she snarled at him. <br><br>He huffed but then a howl went up, and they knew the stag was close. She saw a glint in Devin's eyes and knew exactly what he was going to do. Without any warning, he flew at Roland, knicking him with sharp teeth before turning and flying past her. His intention of stealing the mongrel's kill clear. <br><br>She ran to Roland, her nose nudging his snout. She wasn't sure why, but she needed to make sure Devin hadn't hurt him. <br><br><em>We must run.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 22:51:29</strong>
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				The two males stared each other down, lightning flickering between their gazes as they sized each other up. Both were large and muscular, at the prime of their youth and filled with both over-confidence and plenty of adrenaline. One wrong movement could see them both tearing each other's throats out. Roland's slate eyes were narrowed, glaring at the wolf who stood between him and the girl he wanted to run with. There seemed to be some friction between the two but the chocolate-coloured wolf would still not back down, stubbornly standing between Darah and Roland. Roland would have tried to talk sense to the other wolf, but he already knew it was pointless. Between his previous words and the hatred in the other wolf's eyes, he could see that anything he had to say would fall on deaf ears.<br><br>Just as it seemed like the two male wolves would shed each other's blood in the light of the full moon, a howl cut through the night sky. A moment later, both Roland and the other wolf could feel the scent of the stag. It was close, and as their eyes met, the same thought rushed through both of their minds. <br><br>The other wolf reacted first, and Roland only had a split second to react to turn his head to the side, before a powerful set of jaws snapped shut in the space where his ear had been. The young mongrel snapped back, but he too only bit at empty air as the brown wolf was already running in the direction of the stag's scent. Roland's dark gray eyes narrowed to slits. That guy was trying to steal his kill, on the night of the integration no less! He felt a nose nudge gently against his snout, and he realised Darah had moved to him, her eyes scanning him for any injuries.<br><br><em>Let's go, Darah. </em><br><br>The message in Roland's growl was simple, as he began running in the direction the other wolf had taken. He could see him up ahead, moving with speed through the forest, and in the distance ahead he could see the stag, a mighty prey which had lived for many winters and survived many hunts. It was a mighty prey, and the other wolf was trying to steal it from him, to shame him. Roland growled in anger and put all his energy into going faster. Powerful muscles kicked at the earth, sharp claws tearing rends in the soil as he ran, his black fur making him look like a shadow speeding through the undergrowth of the forest, until he was almost alongside the wolf who sought to steal his kill.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 05:44:56</strong>
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				Darah followed Roland closely and it eas as if she had been doing it her whole life. It just seemed natural, running beside him. And the way he looked, the muscles moving beneath the fur, the lithe grace. He was one sexy looking wolf and if she didn't need to look where she was going, her eyes would be glued on him.<br><br>The wild scent of deer was also tantilizing and so very close. She could here the pounding of her pack mates paws on the earth, corralling the stag to where they wanted. She glanced at Roland, his eyes narrowed in determination. He wanted to take down the deer. Needed to show the others his worth. <br><br>Just then, Devin cut in front of them, his tail up and taunting. She growled low as she pushed harder, her back claws ripping at the soil beneath her paws as she sprung forward. She wasn't going to allow him to ruin this for Roland. <br><br>A flash of white on tan sped past them. She took the moment to jump, her jaw wide as she came down on Devin. She closed her teeth on his scruff, tossing her body weight to take him off his feet. They rolled into a heap on the forest floor, leaves and dried debris flying around them.<br><br><em>Go, Roland. Go.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 10:16:51</strong>
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				As they ran, Roland could sense the rest of the pack around them, working in tandem to control the movements of the stag. They were funneling it right in front of Roland and Darah, and he could now sense the deer, sensing its frightened movements as it steered right into his path. Roland's muscles tightened in preparation, ready to leap at the stag's flank and bury his long, canine teeth into its thick neck.<br><br>Just then, the wolf from before cut in front of Roland, his tail raised in a taunt. Roland snarled with irritation. This wolf was really starting to annoy him, and now he was obstructing the view to Roland's kill. The mongrel sped up, his muscles going taut as he prepared to push the irritating male out of the way. <br><br>Then suddenly, the chocolate-coloured wolf disappeared, his balance broken as he tumbled to the ground. Tossing his head around, Roland could see how had tackled him to the ground with her weight. <em>Darah!</em> he called as he glimpsed her deep red fur in tangle with the other male's brown, leaves flying around them. Despite his worry for her, he did not slow down. She had tackled the male out of the way for his sake, and he was not about to waste the chance she had given him.<br><br>Elongated claws tore through flesh as Roland leapt at the flank of the deer, knocking the mighty animal off balance. For a moment they were both airborne, as Roland's broad, powerful jaws snapped shut around the neck of the deer. Then, they hit the ground in a tumble of legs, rolling over the ground with the force of their momentum. Roland landed on top of the deer and an audible snap cut through the sounds of the forest, as the stag's neck gave way before Roland's powerful bite.<br><br>Roland let go of the prey, his sharp fangs dripping with blood. Placing his powerful paws on the kill, he stood up to his full size and threw his head back, his howl echoing through the forest as he declared his triumph to the full moon above. Other howls answered his, as the pack acknowledged that he had made the all-important takedown. But now that the stag had been claimed, Roland's mind was elsewhere. Leaving the dead stag, he ran back towards the place where Darah had tackled the other male, hoping that she was okay. If she wasn't, then the other male would suffer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 19:19:24</strong>
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				Darah had landed atop Devin, her teeth still in his scruff. She could feel the growl rolling through his body, so she quickly jumped off him and went into a defensive stance. She smiled when Roland's howl went up into the air, his victory now known throughout the forest. Too bad she hadn't been able to see it. She was sure it would have been the most beautiful thing she could have witnessed, but Devin had needed to be taken care of. <br><br>He circled her, his head low to the ground, hackles raised. She lowered her own, her lips raising on a snarl. She felt as if she needed to protect Roland from this wolf, as if it were her duty. It confused her human side slightly, but her wolf felt the truth in that, and her animal side was definately showing more so than her humanity. <br><br>She could Devin's muscles bunch in his hind legs. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, but he needed to show dominance and since she obvioulsy wasn't submitting, he felt that she should be punished for it. But Devin was an asshole, and she would never show her belly to a wolf such as him. <br><br>She readied herself, her legs itching to roll her as he jumped. She knew the others would be too busy tearing into the deer, the lower ranked members quietly waiting thier turn, so noone would be there to prevent Devin from stating his dominance on her. As if she were his. <br><br><em>Where's the mongrel now? He's too busy ripping apart that deer to worry about a slut such as you,</em> he growled a split second before he jumped. She pushed to the side, her body rolling and as she did so, she landed at said mongrel's feet, his eyes narrowed on Devin with malice. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 22:42:55</strong>
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				He ran through the forest, back towards the place where Darah had tackled the other wolf. He didn't care about the deer, now that the kill had been made. All that was on his mind was Darah. Goddess above, he hoped that she was okay. Roland picked up their scent long before he saw them, and as he skidded to a halt between the trees, Darah just rolled out of the way of the other wolf, her form landing before Roland's feet.<br><br>Roland looked down at Darah as she lay at his feet, then raised his head to look at the male who had dared to treat her like she was some common whore. His slate orbs were narrowed in anger, his pupils just slits amidst all the gray. Roland's muscles were twitching with barely restrained anger, but he knew he had to control himself. If he let his anger get the better of him, he could lose himself in the feeling of anger, and go out of control. That was not what they needed right now, not on this night.<br><br><em>Darah, are you alright?</em> he asked her, as he looked down at her. He would never have forgiven himself if the other wolf had hurt her. The connection that he felt with her, it was like nothing he had ever felt before, and he was not about to risk that. <br><br>The other wolf did not seem willing to back down, and Roland was far too angry to just let him go. The two males circled each other, their hackles raised and their muscles taut as they stared at each other, sizing their opponent up, fangs bared and ready to tear out the other's throat. <em>I'm here now, so why don't you pick on me instead of her?</em> Roland snarled, his eyes glaring daggers at the other wolf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>16-10-2011, 23:15:58</strong>
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				Devin looked between the two wolves with dusgust. <em>You have no rights to a female of this pack. Especially one of such standing as she.</em> The brown wolf was poised to attack, his claws wicked and sharp and Darah could see something in his eyes that greatly worried her. Did her father know of this?<br><br>This was all just going to far. And as much of a complete piece of shit Devin was being, blood spilled tonight would be a bad omen for the integration. Her ears perked at the sound of another wolf approaching. Devin and Roland were to worried with each other to notice. She saw deep brownish red flash just as Devin jumped. Luckily, her father was alone, his great form hitting Devin int he side mid air. <br><br>The smaller wolf landed with a yelp, but was isntantly on his feet, teeth bared at his attacker. When he realized that it was his Alpha, his ears flattened and his tail tucked between his legs. He lowered himself to the ground and rolled, his softly furred stomach bared in submission. <br><br>The anger was like a living flame in those dark amber eyes. And she could tell Devin was scared shitless&nbsp; of their strong Alpha. A huge paw landed on Devin's throat, pushing slightly. A small gag could be heard as her father put his face very close to the lower wolf's. <em>It will be because of wolves like you, that this will not work, if we let it,</em> he growled. <br><br>Darah had moved to stand between her father and Roland, giving him a look that told him Roland was not to blame. Her head was hung low and her body ready in case her father decided to turn to him next. She had a brief moment of 'why the hell would you defy the Alpha for this male', but it was quickly squashed by how right the action felt. <br><br>The Alpha raised his paw and Devin quickly got up, and darted off, his tail between his legs like the bitch he was. He looked to his daughter and Roland. And it would be because of wolves like her, that the integration would work. He nodded his head slightly at the two. <br><br><em>Let's feast,</em> he said before turning on his heels and running towards the fallen stag.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 08:44:30</strong>
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				Roland was poised for a fight, all his muscles twitching, ready to release the energy they withheld in a split-second. He glared at the chocolate-coloured wolf as he growled, and Roland's eyes narrowed with anger. <em>That is for her to decide, not you.</em> he snarled. <em>And if you try to force her, I will snap your neck like that deer.</em> Threatening the other wolf was perhaps not the most diplomatic solution, but Roland was pissed and ready to fight for Darah. The other wolf growled in anger and leapt, and Roland prepared himself to counter the attack.<br><br>It never hit. A deep red mass of thick fur slammed into the other wolf from the side, knocking him to the ground. <em>The Alpha</em>. Roland realised, letting his muscles immediately relax, not wanting to seem ready for a fight in the presence of the leader of the pack. Roland and the other wolf were both big and strong males, and yet they were both dwarfed by the Alpha's wolf form. He was large and muscular with deep red fur, and his amber eyes showed total dominion as he stared down the brown wolf.<br><br>Roland watched with some satisfaction as the other wolf submitted, but he knew that he could be in trouble as well. He lowered his head, his ears flattened and his tail low, showing his subordination to the larger male. He fully expected to end up the same way as the other wolf, on his back on the ground with a large paw pressing on his throat. Thus, he was surprised when Darah moved between him and her father, her head lowered but still somewhat defiant. <em>What is she doing</em>, Roland thought to himself as he stared at her with surprised, gray eyes, his head still lowered in respect.<br><br>When the Alpha turned towards the two of them, letting the other wolf run away with his tail between his legs, Roland felt a chill go down his spine. Sure, it was nice to see the other wolf run away like a little bitch, but when the Alpha's amber eyes turned to him, Roland felt as if the older male's gaze was piercing straight through him. The older wolf stared at the two of them in silence for a little while, and any second Roland expected to be tackled to the ground.<br><br>Finally, the Alpha gave them a simple nod. Roland might have been mistaken, but he thought there was a small smile lurking in the Alpha's amber eyes as he turned away, telling the two of them to come feast on the stag. Then, he ran, leaving the two young wolves alone. Roland stared after the Alpha for a second, before he walked up next to Darah, his snout nudging her cheek gently. <em>Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 23:36:58</strong>
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				Darah shook her head. <em>No, I am fine. Just ravenous at the moment.</em> There was a slight heat behind her eyes but she began to walk in the direction her father had gone. She walked close to him, her body lightly sliding against his, and her tail&nbsp; ran under his jaw teasingly. But she didn't look back. She had a very good feeling the dark wolf would follow.<br><br>After a ways of walking, she made it to the small area where everyone was feasting. She nuzzled a few pack mates as she passed and her father lay close to the fallen stag, his head raised high as he watched over his pack. She nuzzled him before ripping the heart from the beast. Taking it in her mouth, she walked to Roland and placed it at his feet in tribute. He had killed the deer, provided food for his pack. She threw back her head and howled, every one stopping to follow along with her, thier voices heard in a beautiful melody. <br><br>She lowered her head in a submissive gesture before turning and biting off a chunk of meat and giving it toher father. He bowed his head respectively before tearing into it. She got her own piece and settled down a ways from her father. Her eyes were on Roland as she ate, unable to keep them off him. He would do very well in the pack, and would show the bloodwolves that not all mongrels are viscious killing machines who need to be destroyed. She smiled to herself. She had a very good feeling about this one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>17-10-2011, 23:59:47</strong>
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				Roland's eyes widened as he felt her body rubbing gently against his own, and as she passed him, her tail trailed up underneath his chin, the movement gentle and teasing at the same time. He stood rooted to the spot for a moment, watching the way her tail swayed enticingly from side to side. Smiling, he followed her back towards where the rest of the pack would be.<br><br>As they walked, he couldn't help but rest his eyes on her. She was gorgeous, in every sense of the word. The way her slim yet pronounced muscles rippled underneath her beautiful red fur as she walked, every step laden with purpose and confidence. It mesmerized him, and he didn't realise they had found the rest of the pack before he almost stepped on someone. He shook his head slightly, as he looked at the gathered pack, feasting in a loose group around the fallen stag. He moved through the pack, members of the mongrels lowering their heads in silent respect for him. He smiled warmly at them, glad that they could all get along. Well, not considering the brown wolf, of course.<br><br>Roland stopped as he watched Darah sinking her snout into the flesh of the stag, and when she pulled back a moment later he realised what she was doing. Between her jaws she held the stag's heart, and as she approached him she lowered it to the ground before his feet, as a sign of his accomplishment. He smiled, and lowered his head slightly in respect towards her tribute. Darah lifted her head and howled the triumph of the pack to the sky above, and everyone joined in, including Roland. Their howls carried far and wide through the forest, telling every creature living there that the wolves had hunted their prey successfully.<br><br>His eyes never left Darah as she offered a piece of the stag to her father, the Alpha, before settling down with her own piece. Her snout covered in blood from the stag, she was perhaps the most beautiful sight Roland had ever seen. As he tore into the heart of the stag, feeling its still-warm blood satiate his hunger, he realised that both he and Darah were staring at each other, their gazes unwaveringly meeting. Roland did not avert his gaze, and only continued to look at her as he feasted on the flesh of his kill.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 07:12:18</strong>
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				After eating their fill, the wolves around her began to wind down, eyes closing and great jaws opening in massive yawns. She herself yawned, hed own belly full of delicious venison. The other wolves had grouped together in various small clusters, cuddled together as they slept off the hunt. She had noticed that none of the mongrels had made a move to sleep next to Roland but she was happy to see some of them curled around member of her pack, as if they had always been there.<br><br>She looked at her father. His eyes were still open as he looked upon his pack. He would not sleep this night. He never did on full moon hunts, always keeping an eye on his pack. She stood and padded her way to him' stopping to touch her nose with him. Something he had always done with her when she was younger. <br><br>His eyes lit up with a smile as he looked at her. <em>I am so proud of you, dearest daughter. Now go sleep with your wolf.</em> He knew that was what she had intended to do. She was happy above all other things that he was encouraging her about the mongrel. She still couldn't quite explain what she was feeling, but her wolf wanted to follow it and her animal instinct was never wrong.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>With a nod, she walked to her dark wolf and laid beside him. She placed her head atop her paws and looked up at him, her amber eyes wide. Her eyelids were beginning to droop, but she wanted him to make the move of cuddling closer, if that's what he felt was right to do.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>18-10-2011, 07:37:21</strong>
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				Roland was smiling contently as he watched the rest of the pack beginning to rest after the hunt. He could see that the hunt had been successful in more than one way. Almost every member of the mongrel pack was now cuddled up next to a bloodwolf or in some cases two, nestled together in small groups for warmth and closeness as they begun drifting off to sleep. Only Roland lay on his own, watching the others with a smile. He was happy that the integration seemed to have to gone so well, and that the members of his pack had been accepted so readily.<br><br>His eyes moved to the Alpha, who lay still, eyes open as he scanned the groups of cuddling wolves. As Roland watched, Darah walked up to the older male, and their noses touched. Roland couldn't help but smile as he watched the loving display between father and daughter. He still had problems keeping his eyes away from Darah. His wolf instincts were telling him that she was truly special, and he had possessed an animal instinct long enough to know that he ought to trust it with things like this.<br><br>He lifted his head as Darah came closer, her eyes on him as she laid down. She had not laid down right next to him, but she was so close that the message was still very clear, and Roland's instincts picked up on her signals at once. Smiling, he got up and moved closer to her, his slightly larger body cuddling up against her as he laid his chin over her neck, resting his head gently on top of her. He smiled, feeling that this was nothing less than perfection, to be able to cuddle close to the beautiful she-wolf.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 00:21:52</strong>
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				Darah fell fast asleep after Roland had curled up around his, his nestled gently against hers. The smell of him in her nostrils was soothing and she had immediately felt as if she had been missing something in her life this whole time. <br><br>The next morning, she woke, once more in her human skin, she stretched her arms, her body moving fluidly. A weight upon her waist caused her to stiffen. She normally didn't fall asleep with anyone during the full moon hunts the exception being Daisy. But a soothing scent filled her nostrils and stroked a memory from her brain.<br><br>She glanced over at the young man cuddling against her. He was snoring slightly and as she moved, his arm tightened around her, pulling her even closer against his very naked and very warm body. She sighed and wiggled against him, her bottom flush with his groin. Her fingers trailed over his arm, the muscles of his forearm and bicep. He was well toned and muscled, his body firm behind her softer one. <br><br>A small hand caressed his cheek as she waited for him to open his eyes. "Good morning," she whispered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>19-10-2011, 14:42:23</strong>
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				Roland stirred slowly from sleep as the voice nudged his consciousness to life once again. Eyelids fluttered softly before opening, revealing the same greenish-blue coloured eyes which Darah had seen the night before. As his groggy eyes found their focus, he realised that he was staring into a mass of deep red hair. <br><br>Slowly his memory of the night before returned, and he smiled to himself as he remembered that he had fallen asleep with the Alpha's daughter. Now that the thought was on his mind, he could feel her warm body against his, their naked skin touching. Any human might have been embarrassed to wake up naked in the middle of a forest with someone they had met the night before, but they were not normal humans. Roland found the situation perfectly natural, and his muscular arms pulled her closer to his body. Her behind was rubbing against his crotch as she moved, stirring the morning erection which had been growing their for a while, and Roland couldn't help but smiled as he nuzzled his face against Darah's neck.<br><br>"Mmm, good morning to you too," he murmured, still somewhat sleepy as he enjoyed the close contact between their bodies. The scent of her dominated his nostrils, her particular signature odour having a profound effect on the young Alpha as his fingers slowly danced over her naked stomach, feeling her skin beneath his digits. "Did you sleep well, Darah?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 05:04:05</strong>
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				If she could, she would have purred as his fingers danced over her. "I slept better than I have in a long time," she said. Around them, the others were beginning to stir as the early morning sun broke through the canopy of trees, and a small breeze made the leaves dance amongst themselves. She gently slid from his grasp, and stood, stretching her arms over her head. Her muscles flexed and unclenched beneath her skin, giving him a good view of her full breasts and flat stomach. <br><br>She smiled down at him. "Come on, it's time for breakfast."<br><br>Other's were beginning to leave and she could here member's of her pack telling the mongrels of the after hunt breakfast. After every full moon, they gathered at her and her father's house, and she and the other female's would make a huge breakfast of eggs, hamsteaks, bacon and saugage. Homemade biscuits and gravy. Pancakes with fresh maple syrup. Enough food to feed an army, and they never seemed to have any left overs. <br><br>She began walking to her car, her hips swinging sensually. She found and retrieved her clothes, slipping them back on. She wondered if he would follow. She didn't know how he and the others had gotten to the clearing the night before, but she was sure some had driven. "You can ride with me, if you'd like," she said over her shoulder. She was curious to see what he would do, and it would please her if he chose to go with her. <br><br>She stood at the driver side door waiting for his reply, her gaze sweeping over the others as they made their way to the road and their own vehicles. Luckily, she saw no sign of Devin. She really didn't feel like dealing with him that morning and ruining her day.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>20-10-2011, 10:11:21</strong>
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				Her answer made him smile happily, and he let out a long yawn as she slid from his grasp to stand up. The sun was just starting to pierce through the cover of the canopy, and the light seemed to dance over her shape as she stood up. He sat up, his eyes admiring her naked shape as she turned to face him. She was like a goddess, her stomach flat and toned, her breasts full and well-shaped, her red hair cascading down to frame her beautiful face. Her smile as she asked him to get moving made his heart flutter as he stood up as well.<br><br>As they walked back to towards the clearing, Roland could not seem to take his eyes from her, her naked hips swinging seductively in front of him with every step. The alluring effect that she had on him was plain for all to see as they walked, completely naked, but he felt no shame in what his body told him. Many years ago, he might have been bashful about walking through the forest without a thread on his body, but he had long since abandoned his human views. The wolf in him enjoyed the feeling of the light breeze tickling his skin, and the crunching of leaves underneath his soles.<br><br>They reached the clearing, and Roland and Darah begun dressing where they had abandoned their clothes in their haste last night. His greenish-blue eyes were on her the whole time, watching as she pulled on her denim shorts and the tank top she had worn last night, as he too got dressed in his black shirt and jeans. <br><br>When she offered him to ride with her, he smiled broadly. "I would love that, Darah," he said as he moved towards her, seeing her leaning against her car. Her ride looked quite new and was just as gorgeous as she was. He whistled appreciatively as he let his eyes wander over the sleek VW, before his eyes turned to her. One of the other mongrels had given him a lift last night, so he was glad that she had offered him to ride with her. Besides, it gave them a little more private time with each other, which he was really happy for. He gave her a long, smiling look as he walked over to the passenger side and slipped into the car, watching her get into the driver's seat. "Are we going far?" he asked, a curious smile on his face as he looked over her, admiring her beauty.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 00:27:22</strong>
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				She glanced over at him, now taking up her passenger seat. Goddess, he was nice to look at. "No, not that far. The house is just inside town. You won't be able to miss it with all the cars parked on the street and in the drive way." Everyone would be there. And she had a lot of breakfast to make. <br><br>The drive took about fifteen minutes driving through the winding rode that lead out of the forest. And sure enough, there were already tons of cars parked around their two story ranch style home. It was on a half acre lot, so the side gate was open allowing people to pull their cars around back since the front was now full. Luckily, her spot was still open and quickly parked. <br><br>After exiting the car, she grabbed his hand and took him inside. Bloodweres and mongrels were mingling already as the women took up in the kitchen. She could hear pots and pans banging and the sizzle of bacon coming form behind the swinging door. <br><br>"I have to go help in the kitchen, so you get to know some of the others of the pack. Drinks are in the coolers on the back porch. Be back soon." Without thought, she leaned up and kissed his cheek before turning towards the kitchen. Once through the doors, dough for biscuits was passed to her and she began cutting and rolling. Already, it seemed the women were getting along swimmingly. One though decided to sit at the small dinette to herself bundling silverware with a snooty look on her face. Oh, and who would of guessed, it was Devin's mother. <br><br>Darah just shook her head. They would have to deal with it sooner or later.<br><br>Back out in the living room, the alpha strode towards Roland, an extra coke in his hand. "So what did you think of last night?" he asked the newcomer. Already, he could tell that there was something between him and his daughter and her found that he actually liked the idea. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>26-10-2011, 10:53:52</strong>
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				He nodded his head and smiled at her as she spoke, his eyes taking in her beauty. Roland could not remember having looked at a woman before in the same way that she now drew his eyes. There was almost an instinctive attraction to her, something that he could not quite explain. He guessed that this must be how metal felt when it was in the vicinity of a magnet. The car ride was brief, and he hardly removed his eyes from her the entire time, his gaze drinking from her beauty until he almost felt drunk with the gorgeous Alpha daughter.<br><br>She had been right about the cars in the street outside their house. At least a dozen cars surrounded the large building, so it seemed that most of the pack had beaten them to it. After they got out of the car, she took his hand and led him inside the house. He felt a thrill as her skin touched his, remembering the shock which had surged through him the first time he had touched her. He could feel eyes upon them as they entered, members of both packs smiling as they saw the daughter of the Colorado Alpha hand in hand with the young Alpha of the Mongrels.<br><br>When she turned to him and said that she would go and help in the kitchen, he smiled at her. "Alright Darah, I'll be waiting," he said as he looked at her, already looking forward to seeing her again. His greenish-blue eyes widened slightly as she leaned up on her toes to kiss his cheek, before turning and heading into the kitchen. He was left standing there, his hand absent-mindedly reaching up to touch his cheek, aware that people were smiling from the obvious display of affection between the two young wolves.<br><br>For the next few minutes, Roland chatted idly with a couple of members of the two integrated packs, before he noticed a familiar figure heading his way. The young Mongrel inclined his head slightly as the older Alpha approached, showing his respect for the latter's position, and happily accepted the offered drink. "I think last night went very well, apart from some negative elements," he said as he took a sip from the coke, not needing to go into details about the chocolate-coloured wolf. He figured the Alpha would understand his point. "But except from that, it seems the integration is a success. Adam is going to be very pleased to hear this," Roland added with a smile, as he thought of the man who had trained him to control his inner beast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-10-2011, 04:48:37</strong>
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				With the extra hands in the kitchen, breakfast was done quickly and the women began to take out pans and plates of food to the dining room table. It was covered in heaping piles of pancakes and biscuits, serving platters of bacon, sausage, and hamsteaks. Someone made homemade country gravy that was in a nifty little gravy boat and the small empty spots on the table were quickly filled with jams and jellies and a multitude of butter pats and syrup bottles. <br><br>It all smelled amazing and she heaped to plates full and walked out to the living area. She smiled as she caught sight of her father talking to Roland. It was so reassuring, to see everyone getting along and most of all her father being friendly with the young wolf. <br><br>She let her eyes roam over him. She still wasn't sure what it was about him, but everything inside her wanted to know him. In every aspect. She blushed slighlty at the naughtier images that filled her head. She had already seen his naked body, and what a body it was. She had seen plenty men naked before, being a werewolf, there tended not to be a thing called modesty, but she just wanted to touch him. To rub herself on him until her was covered in her scent. To trace every inch and angle of him until it was burned into her memory. <br><br>Waking up beside him that morning had been something as well. The feel of him against her had been undescribeable. She had felt things she had never felt before, and they hadn't even had sex. <br><br>She made her way to the men, handing each of them a plate and silverware. It was custom to serve the alpha first. Always. She bowed her head slightly as she smiled at them. <br><br>"Darah, I want you to take Roland to the house he will be renting from us. Dylan and Reggie will take care of the others. Now, I have some business to attend to. I will see you later," her father said before leaning down to kiss her cheek lightly. He popped a piece of bacon into his mouth while walking away. <br><br>"Okay, guess I'm showing you your new digs then," she said with a smile. She quickly made her own plate now that her father had been served and began to eat. It would be interesting, being alone with the mongrel. Especially in an empty house. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>28-10-2011, 13:23:18</strong>
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				The two Alpha males stood and chatted idly about last night's hunt, as they watched the women filling the dining room table with massive amounts of a variety of food. It seemed like there was enough to feed a battalion, and yet Roland knew they would most likely finish it all. The stag he had killed last night in the hunt had been more of a symbolic act, and not nearly enough to feed the large number of the two combined packs. So now they would all eat, together. Roland could feel his own stomach growling softly in response to the sight of the bountiful food before him. <br><br>Among the women who were stacking the food onto the table, he spotted Darah, her beauty standing out in her human form just like it had in her wolf form last night. Her beautiful eyes were on him as she filled up two plates with a plethora of food, her cheeks tinged with a hint of red as she watched him. He could hardly draw his eyes away from her form, even as he chatted to the older Alpha, and he was sure that Darah's father had noticed where his eyes were, though if he had he did not comment it.<br><br>He could still remember everything about her so vividly. The scent of her in his nostrils, intoxicating to his senses. The way her lithe muscles moved as she ran, the ripple of her dark red fur every time her paws left the ground. And of course, the way her body moved before him, in her naked human form, as they had walked back towards her car. She was like a goddess in his eyes.<br><br>He smiled warmly at her as she approached them, her lowering slightly in respect for them as she handed a plate of food first to the older Alpha, and then to Roland, her hazel eyes shining as she smiled at him. “Thank you, Darah,” he said sincerely as he accepted the stacked plate she offered him, his stomach giving a soft growl at the sight of the food. He smiled at her as he took a piece of omelette on the fork and popped it in his mouth, his smile broadening at the delicious taste.<br><br>Roland listened silently as Darah and her father talked, and he suddenly realized that she would be the one showing him his new place. That meant it would only be the two of them. The young Mongrel smiled, as he glanced at the young she-wolf. Right now, there was nothing he wanted more in the world than to be alone with her, and he hoped that she felt the same way too. The way she smiled at him as the older Alpha walked away did much to clear his doubts about the matter. She looked happy about the fact as well, as she quickly made her own plate and began eating.<br><br>“Sounds perfect.” He said with a smile when she said that she was going to show him the house. He could hardly wait to be alone with her again, and that fact, coupled with his hungry stomach, led him to chew down his food rapidly, consuming the plate-full of food rather quickly. It all tasted amazing, and he wondered which part of the breakfast was her doing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-10-2011, 04:26:00</strong>
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				Darah saw how fast Roland had scarfed down his food as if the idea of them being alone together excited him as much as it did her. She quickly followed suit, finishing her meal. She took their plates into the kitchen and already some of the women were cleaning up. She caught a familiar scent and Daisy grabbed her from behind. <br><br>"I see you are making friends with the Mongrel Alpha," she smiled teasingly, but Darah could see the bit of fear in her friends eyes. <br><br>Darah smiled back. "It will be fine. I have a good feeling about all of this. But I can't talk much now. I have to take Roland to the house dad is renting him."<br><br>She hugged her friend and left, meeting Roland in the entry way. The car ride there was quiet, as her heart was thumping wildly beneath her breast and she was sure he could hear it. She was nervous, and hot. She had never felt such a way towards a male before and it was strange. He was so close in the small confines of the car and she already could feel him on her skin. <br><br>The ride took a little less than ten minutes. The house was only a couple of streets away, close to their own just in case so any of the pack could stay there if needed. And now it was his for the time being. They had other house sproradically throughout town and the rest of the mongrels would be staying in those until they figured out what they wanted to do and if they would stay. <br><br>Arriving at the house, it was much like her own, but reversed. She parked in the driveway and got out of the car without waiting for him. She knew he would follow. She dig into her pocket for the spare key, the original on her own keyring. She unlocked the door and stepped inside. <br><br>It had been awhile since she had been there. There was plastic on the furniture but the fridge had just been stocked do to the new arrivals. She went to the kitchen and grabbed two bottle of water. She brought him one and smiled heatedly. "Would you like the grand tour?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 14:43:19</strong>
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				As the two of them ate, Roland watched Darah from the corner of his eye. She seemed hungry as well, as she ate almost as fast as he did, or perhaps she too was excited by the thought of being alone together in the house? He certainly hoped so. He watched as Darah took their plates back to the kitchen, while he made his way to the entry to wait for her. He smiled at a few of the other Mongrels, who were sitting and eating with the Bloodwolves, and he was pleased with how smoothly the integration had gone, all things considered. He would have to call Adam later and let him know the good news.<br><br>He stood in the entry, waiting for her as she walked over. They walked out to the car and got in. Not much was said during their car ride, as Roland was much too aware of the beautiful she-wolf sitting in the driver’s seat next to him, and she too seemed lost in her own thoughts. Once again he wondered if she was as nervous as he felt, and he couldn’t help but glance over at her, taking in her beauty. She was stunning, nothing less, and he felt his body heat up just as the sight of her.<br><br>When they pulled up in front of the new house, he got up and looked up at it. It was very similar to Darah’s own, and seemed far too big for just one person. He smiled slightly, entertaining the thought of the beautiful Alpha daughter living there with him, before he followed her up to the door. She unlocked the door and led him inside, and he stopped in the door. The furniture was wrapped in plastic, indicating that the house was not currently in use, but from what he could see it was a really nice house, with large chairs and a couch in front of a TV table.<br><br>He smiled warmly at the beautiful female as she came back, handing him a water of bottle. It was like she had read his mind. His throat was dry after sitting so close to her during the entire car ride, and he took a deep gulp from the cool water, sighing happily as he put the lid on again.<br><br>Roland looked at her when she asked him if he wanted to see the rest of the house, and he could see the smile on her face, accentuated by the light colour of her cheeks. He gave her a warm smile as he reached out with his empty hand, taking her smaller hand in his and giving her fingers a gentle squeeze. “Lead the way, Darah,” he said with a slightly playful smile as he felt her fingers move slightly against his touch.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-10-2011, 22:55:44</strong>
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				She blushed as he gripped her hand. What the hell was going on with her? She felt like a teenager who was alone with her high school crush for the first time. It was obvious there was an attraction between the two of them, and already being alone in the empty house, her nerves were tense. What would happen? Would he make a move? Would she? <br><br>She managed to still the questions flying through her head and clutching his hand, she lead him through the house. Kitchen, with it's great oak cabinets and dark marble countertops. The matching dining room table. They quickly moved to the living room, taking plastic from the furniture. The couches were a light brown suede, matching the earthy tones of the living area. <br><br>She watched the way his body moved, the muscle under his skin rippling. Her body heated. So many flat and conveniently ready surfaces... <br><br>Then she lead him down the hallway to the left. There were three bedrooms. One set up as an office with a large mahogany desk and leather rollign chair. Bookshelves from floor to ceiling filled to the brim with books on many different subjects and genres. <br><br>The next was a spare bedroom with a full size bed covered in more of those earthy tones. There was a small T.V. on a stand in front of the bed and a small stand that held a handful of DVDs.<br><br>Her heart was hammering as she opened the door to the master. The bed was a california king and she knew personally, so very comfortable. There was also a T.V. and DVD stand and at the end, it lead to a huge master bath equipped with stone tile, roman spa tub and standing shower. It was amazing, and held so many possibilities. <br><br>She looked at him hotly, lust and heat in her green eyes. "So what do you think?" she asked, and she noticed that her voice sounded rather husky.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 09:36:44</strong>
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				The warmth of her hand just seemed to increase the heat that Roland felt growing inside as he walked with her, taking in her looks as much as he was taking in the sight of his new house. As they looked at the large kitchen, and the earthy, warm tones of living room, Roland was starting to realise that this was not a house meant for just a single person. It was far too large for him alone. He would need someone else there with him.<br><br>As they walked up the stairs to the second floor, he felt the heartbeat through her hand. Her heart was beating fast, and her skin felt warm. She was as nervous as he himself felt, he now realised, and the thought made him smile a bit. He watched her wavey red hair shift with every movement of her slender muscles, the way her body moved in perfect harmony. He felt his body stirring in response to her closeness, and his body heated. His instincts told him what he wanted, but he pushed them down with a will, not wanting to simply take her forcefully on the staircase like his instincts seemed to be telling him.<br><br>As they looked at the three bedrooms, it only enforced his view that this house was intended for more than just one person. Each room looked more gorgeous than the next, and as they entered the master bedroom Roland stopped, taking in the whole room with an expression of awe on his face. The large bed looked really soft, and from what he could see of the bathroom through the open door, it too looked like it was taken straight out of a five-star hotel. <br><br>When Darah asked what he thought of the house, he turned his greenish-blue eyes to her. She looked radiant, a tinge of colour in her cheeks. He had not been imagining things. He could see the unveiled lust in her hazel eyes, and hear the husky need in her voice. His instincts were coming back, stronger than ever, and now his mind was approving of the action as well, knowing that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.<br><br>He stepped closer to her, his muscular body moving with a purpose as he approached. "It all looks amazing," he said, his voice failing to hide the overwhelming feeling of need he felt when he stared at her. His hand reached out, finding her side as he moved closer. This close to her, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, and it turned him on like crazy. "And so do you," he whispered, his voice heavy with desire as his other hand moved to her red hair, before his lips found hers and crashed together passionately.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>31-10-2011, 23:39:33</strong>
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				Automatically, her mouth opened to him and as their tongues tangoed, her arms wrapped around him. She couldn't help but grind herself against him as they kissed. It had felt as if they had known each other forever and the sexual tension had just been building up. <br><br>She moaned into his mouth, her hands sliding over his chest and back before burying themselves in his hair. He tasted so good, like breakfast, and the forest, and sunshine. She just wanted to bury herself in him, feeling him all over her. <br><br>Suddenly, her clothes felt to tight, to constricting, and she wanted to feel his flesh sliding against her own. Her hands found the edge of his shirt but she didn't want the kiss to end, so instead of pulling back, to slip it over and off, her claws tore into it, ripping it downt he middle. Instantly, her hands were on his bare skin, sliding over the muscles as if she were trying to memorize each line and angle. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>01-11-2011, 08:04:13</strong>
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				It was as if all the passion and need which had accumulated within them the whole night and morning suddenly exploded into the world. Their kiss was wild and urgent, almost bestial in its raw passion. Darah’s lips parted willingly as Roland’s tongue pushed its attack, fighting hers for supremacy of their mouths as they kissed. Her arms wrapped tightly around him, refusing to let him go. Together, they stumbled over the floor, back and forth, their direction each moment only directed by whoever was in charge at the time. <br><br>She tasted perfect, Roland thought to himself, as he pressed his lips to hers. Her scent in his nostrils drove him wild, and the feel of her body pressing against him had his muscles screaming with joy. He wanted to feel every inch of her under his fingers, taste every little part of her body with his tongue. <br><br>A tearing sound ripped through his ears, and it took him a moment, in his passionate haze, to realize that she had torn his shirt down the middle, leaving only rags around his arms. Growling passionately against her lips, he felt his instincts unleashing themselves within him, stirred by her wild desire and threatening to overtake him. His muscles bulged as he gripped the material of her tank top just above her ass, and pulled the fabric in two opposite direction. Another sharp tearing sound pierced the air, and in the next moment his hands roamed over the naked skin of her back, feeling every curve and nook of her form. <br><br>Stumbling in the direction of the bed, he pushed her down over the foot end, her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. His arms pinned hers over her head, his eyes staring down at her. His greenish-blue eyes now had a hint of grey in them as he met hers, his orbs almost dripping with unrestrained, carnal lust. His breath was heavy as he sucked in the oxygen hungrily, for the moment separated from Darah’s velvety lips. His body rippled with muscles as he pinned her down, as if sizing her up, before he attacked her in a renewed frenzy of lust, his lips finding her neck. He nibbled and bit gently on her fair skin, as his hands roamed free, tearing more of her clothes from her body with animalistic ferocity.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 00:49:11</strong>
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				Darah was surprised at the wild look in his eyes as they started to change. It seemed her ripping his shirt had opened Pandora's Box and now, his instincts had taken over. His own claws had gripped her shirt ripping it from her torso but she couldn't help but moan into his mouth as his hand roamed over her. <br><br>He pushed her back to the bed and pinned her, an act of dominance that said she was his and he dared her to challenge it. Her own wolf rose to the surface, amber slightly bleeding into the hazel of her eyes. But instead of challenging, she arched her back, her bare breasts rising to him as she bared her belly. <br><br>She wanted this wolf, and she wanted him to dominate her, to take her. He seemed to have seen that because his teeth started to drag and nip along her neck and shoulder, and his claws ripped at her shorts. Soon, she was very much naked beneath him and she moaned at the feel of his bare skin against her own. But he was still wearing pants. Pants that were in the way. <br><br>Her hands slid between them and she growled as she ripped open his pants, no time to undo the button and zipper correctly. She needed to feel him right then, her body was on fire, and only he could put it out. <br><br>She pushed his pants as far as her hands could reach and her nails dragged along his hip and over his stomach before sliding lower. She brushed over the tight curls before gripping his shaft in her hand. He was hard and long, and so smooth in her hand. <br><br>She wanted to tell him now, to tell him to take her, but she could only manage grunts and growls, the feeling of him against her, nearly too much. And too think, he wasn't even inside her yet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 11:32:26</strong>
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				Roland was straining to hold himself back from losing complete control over his actions. His body was in a momentary limbo, stuck between his two forms of wolf and human, and his mind was succumbing to the instincts of the wolf. At this very moment, Roland looked more like a stereotypical rendition of a werewolf, rather than a human. Darah's small denim shorts were torn off in a scream of ripped fabric, as Roland's muscular arms finally finished undressing her. He was instinctively asserting his dominance over her, his body looming over hers as he pinned her down, his eyes wild with sheer animalistic passion.<br><br>He could feel her arching her back, her bare belly lying undefended under him, a clear sign of her submission. She looked up at him with eyes full of passion, a little amber in her hazel eyes as she accepted his dominance over her. Her hands were all over his pants, and in the next moment his zipper was broken and torn away, and her fingers found his thick, throbbing length. A deep sound left his throat as her fingers caressed his cock, half moan and half growl, and it was all that was needed for him to lose control, to give into his carnal needs.<br><br>His human form had already been a little taller and broader than Darah's, but in his half-changed, animalistic state his physique was amplified further, and his muscular form allowed him to easily dominate the lithe she-wolf. His hands found her soft thighs and spread them, pushing her knees up towards her full breasts. Roland's fingers squeezed her supple flesh, enjoying every little inch of her gorgeous body, as he aligned himself with her.<br><br>He could feel the urgency in her, obvious by her moans and the way her fingers stroked his cock. He climbed on top of her, his body looming over hers as he pushed her knees further up towards her chest, raising her ass up. Her sacred temple, smooth and pink, was revealed before his eyes, and Roland wasted no time, unable to restrain the instincts that told him to take her and dominate her. He wanted her more than anything in the world, and there was no way he could fight it.<br><br>As the tip of his thick, throbbing cock touched the opening of Darah's lips, guided by her nimble fingers, he felt a shock run through him. It was similar to what he had experienced last night, only much more potent, and Roland felt a growl of pleasure leaving his lips, sharp teeth bared in his half-human face. He felt her lower lips split hesitantly around his bulbous head, and then he was inside Darah, his thick cock sliding deep into her depths.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 01:14:51</strong>
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				She arched her hips as she guided his cock to her wetness. Then he was sliding into her and she felt time stand still. The whole of his length filled her fully and a throaty moan escaped her lips.&nbsp; "Roland," she gasped.&nbsp; Her whole body tingled with awareness and her wolf howled inside her in triumpth, like she had found something she had been looking for for a long time. <br><br>Her eyes were now completely amber, the greenish brown lost from the assault of the extreme sensations. Her nails dug into his biceps, the muscles clenching and tight beneath her fingertips. She growled at him, urging him to move, and the sound was pure animalistic. She was feeling the base of all urges, pure animalistic lust and it had been caused by the man on top of her and he needed to get moving or she was going to be one very angry shewolf. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>03-11-2011, 08:37:39</strong>
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				A deep, guttural growl left Roland's lips as he pushed himself deep within Darah, feeling her walls encompassing his throbbing length. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as he fell still within her, feeling his awareness of himself and her grow. He could hear her heart beating faster, just as his own was, the rhythm transfered to the pulsing flesh around his cock. <br><br>Roland heard her gasp his name, and his eyes turned to hers, finding that they had turned fully amber now, her wolf fully surfaced in her orbs as she stared up at him. Her fingers were all over his arms and shoulders, signaling her urgency, and the growl she directed at him was clue enough as to what she wanted. Roland did not hesitate for a moment, as it was the same thing that he wanted too.<br><br>His fingers gripped Darah's thighs securely as he pulled his hips back slightly, before plunging himself back inside her, his thrust fueled by carnal desire and animalistic lust. His thrust was heavy, putting all the power a half-transformed Mongrel could summon behind it, and he felt her walls quiver at his entry as he started pounding her with vicious force, giving her everything she wanted, everything they both needed right now.<br><br>As he started pounding her with savage force, his teeth and tongue found her neck, licking and nibbling at her soft flesh. He pushed her into the mattress, dominated her, and fucked her, his inner wolf howling in pleasure and delight as he claimed the shewolf for his own, each thrust marking her as his.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 00:13:19</strong>
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				Her hips lifted meeting his thrust for thrust. He was slamming into her like a freight train, the tip of his cock hitting the entrance to her womb. She felt a gutteral moan of satisfaction leave her throat as he began to lick and nibble her neck. The feel of his teeth on her was her undoing and she came around him, the orgasm exploding through her. <br><br>Her pussy muscles clamped down hard around him as her back arched. She wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him even closer, taking him even deeper as she rode out her orgasm. Her nails were digging into his arms and she was crying out each time he stroked that sensative spot inside her. <br><br>The heady scent of him was all around her, consuming her, and she felt her wolf at the door, so close, as if it were trying to get to him itself. As he ripped another orgasm from her, she came up off the bed, her arms wrapping around him. Her own teeth found his neck and she felt the urge to mark him, to make him hers. But instead she licked and nibbled, rubbing her cheek along his as she clamped down around him, needing him to come with her. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>07-11-2011, 07:52:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her intoxicating scent was enveloping him, permeating through his very being as he nibbled and licked at her flesh, filling his nostrils and making him heady with pleasure. A guttural growl of pleasure was on his lips, leaving his throat every time he slammed himself home within Darah's moist temple, his cock claiming her flesh with every savage thrust. <br><br>He felt her tighten around him, her walls trembling around him as she arched her back, her nails digging into the muscles of his arms. He did not slow down for even a moment, his thrusts heavy into her convulsing pussy. Roland was single-minded in his purpose, as he drove himself into her again and again, her walls clenching tightly around him as if she was trying to hold him back every time he withdrew. <br><br>When Roland felt her walls tightening around him a second time, he could feel himself getting closer, her tight insides coaxing him towards an earth-shattering, mind-blowing orgasm. Her body wrapped around his, and he pushed himself down onto the bed, his thrusts growing more urgent and powerful as he tapped into all his remaining energy. The bed underneath them squealed in protest as the powerful Mongrel slammed his hips against the lithe shewolf again and again. Then, with a final, savage thrust, he pushed himself deep into her. He threw his head back, a deep, guttural moan of pleasure leaving his lips as he unleashed his warm, sticky semen within her bowels.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 00:44:32</strong>
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				Darah felt her wolf howl as the male atop her came, shooting his seed deep within her. She found his lips and pulled him into a passionate kiss as she clamped down around his throbbing member, milking him for all he was worth. <br><br>As she came down from the sexual high, she was breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. Her claws retracted and her eyes were once more their greenish brown color. She rubbed her hands along his sweaty body as he met her back down on earth, his own eyes returning to their pretty blue green. <br><br>She smiled as she pulled back from the kiss and looked at him. "Wow," she whispered as her hand swept a lock of hair from his face. "That was... earth shattering." There was no other way to explain it. He had in all honesty, rocked her world. Sure, she had had sex before, she was no virgin, but damn. What they had just shared hit every aspect that was her whole being. He connected with her wolf on a whole different level. Never had anyone ever done that before. <br><br>As she looked up at him, her heart flipflopped in her chest. Could it be she was destined to be mated to this male? To this mongrel? It had to be to early to tell really, but she had had the urge to mark him, to make him hers. It was possible. And it made sense. But she supposed time would tell. <br><br>The sound of her phone ringing brought her out of her post sex haze. "Who the hell could that be?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>08-11-2011, 11:18:29</strong>
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				Roland's hands clutched her ass cheeks tightly between his fingers as he held her close, his body trembling against hers. His cock throbbed violently inside her, as stringy globs of semen shot into her very core, her body convulsing around his cock. They rode out their sexual bliss together, their lips pressed passionately to each other, their tongues dancing as they each came down from their sexual high.<br><br>The Mongrel was breathing hard, a thin sheen of sweat covering his naked body as his human form slowly asserted its dominance again. Colour returned to his eyes, the flat gray vacating his orbs and making way for the greenish-blue. The bulging, muscular form which had overtaken him in their animalistic lust slowly receded, leaving him fully human once again. He stared into her beautiful hazel eyes and smiled she parted their kiss, panting softly.<br><br>He nodded gently when she said it had been an earth-shattering experience. "Yeah, I've never felt something like that before," he whispered, and smiled. He had never felt such a strong pull from his inner wolf before. Normally Roland was capable of controlling himself in all situations, but now he had almost completely lost control, evident by the state his body had been in when he pushed her down on the bed and dominated her. It was an incredible experience, he found, to be able to let himself go to such an extent and still maintain enough control to not revert completely to his animal instincts.<br><br>His hands trailed gently over the naked skin of her behind and sides as he looked down at her, taking in her gorgeous body as if for the first time. He smiled, realising how much she had affected him in such a short time. He felt a powerful connection to her, and he had his suspicions as to what this meant.<br><br>A ringing sound startled him, breaking his train of thought. He looked down at the floor behind him, at the torn remains of Darah's denim shorts. They were vibrating slightly, and he realised her phone was ringing. Slowly and tenderly, he withdrew himself from her pussy with more than a little reluctance, and bent down to fish the phone from the pocket of her ruined garment. He glanced at it for but a moment, before turning back to her, handing the naked shewolf her phone. As she accepted the phone, he kneeled on the edge of the bed, his hands returning to caress the naked skin of her stomach and sides, his face smiling down at hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 01:24:30</strong>
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				As he slid from her, she felt somewhat bereft, as if she were losing something. But she returned his smile as he fished her cell from her pocket and handed it to her. She leaned into his touch as she touched the answer icon on the screen. <br><br>"'Ello," she said, and it came out breathey even as she tried to sound normal. <br><br>"Darah, you and Roland need to come back to the house. There was a murder last night," her father's gruff voice said over the line, and he was pissed. <br><br>She sat up, her smile replace with a frown. "What kind of a murder?" Unfortunately, she already knew the answer.<br><br>"Animal attack. Throat ripped out, heavy claw marks. And one of the mongrels is missing as well. A female."<br><br>"What do you mean missing?" She looked over at Roland. She knew he could hear what her father was saying over the line. <br><br>"Just get back and I will explain. There are some quarrels starting, and we need to figure this out now."<br><br>She nodded in agreement. "Yes, yes. We are on our way back now." She touched the hang up icon and looked at Roland. Everything had seemed to be going so well last night. What could have happened?<br><br>"Is there anyone who has a hard time with control?" she asked as she slipped from the bed. She bent over and picked up what was left of her clothes. This would never do. Luckily, she had some spare clothed in the dresser. Men and womens. She quickly walked over and opened the drawe. She grabbed herself a plain white tank top and a pair of daisy duke cut jean shorts. She also pulled out a plain white t-shirt for Roland to replace the one she had ruined. <br><br>She tossed it to him and looked at him expectantly as he pulled on his pants. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>10-11-2011, 08:38:28</strong>
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				Roland was smiling as she answered the phone, still sounding quite breathless from their wild lovemaking, and he had no doubt that whoever was on the other side of the phone would manage to connect the dots. The experience of mating with her had been amazing, and now his hands seemed unable to leave her alone, his fingers wandering over the naked skin of her stomach and sides as she talked. However, the smile wiped off his face as he heard the words coming from her.<br><br>He stared at her, wide-eyed. He could hear the words of her father coming from the phone, and he looked into Darah's eyes, mouthing the word 'fuck'. This was not happening. Everything had been going perfect last night, all things considered, and Roland had thought the integration would be a success. But this threatened everything. If they allowed mistrust and fear to spread, it could tear the two groups, and him and Darah, apart.<br><br>When she asked him if there were anyone in his pack who struggled with control, he stood up, considering it for a moment. His face paled slightly, as he realised who the missing female had to be. "Cathrin," he said, his eyes staring at her, worry tainting his features. Cathrin was young and rather timid, and she did not have the emotional strength to fully control the dark feelings that resided within each Mongrel's soul. There had been smaller incidents before, when she had become too caught up in her own emotions, and lost control. But these smaller incidents had been nothing like...this.<br><br>"Adam said she wasn't ready for this," Roland said softly, as he stared down at his torn clothes. The hopes he had carried for an easy integration now seemed as torn as his garments, and he wondered if they would be able to mend them. He accepted the shirt she handed him, and then found a pair of jeans in the drawer, seeing as Darah had virtually ripped the zipper on the other pair to shreds. "and I vouched for her," he added, lifting his eyes to stare at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-11-2011, 21:08:57</strong>
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				Her eyes met his and saw the guilt there. "No, this isn't your fault. It could have been anyone. We will figure this out." She grabbed his hand and pulled him from the house. Once in the car, she gunned it, her foot coming down hard on the gas. Her phone rang again and she put it on speaker to talk. <br><br>"Don't go to the house. Come straight to the murder site. It's about five miles from where we hunted last night. Even without scent, you shouldn't miss it. The police are already here sectioning it off."<br><br>"Fuck," she cursed out loud and heard her father snort at her dirty word. "Did you get a scent from the scene at least?"<br><br>"I did, one being the female mongrel, but there are two bodies. One was found a little ways away. Female, naked, throat torn out. I'm sorry, Roland, but I believe it to be your pack mate." <br><br>Darah's eyes widened. Had Cathrin killed the human, then someone caught her and tore out her throat? But why would they just be finding out about it now and not from a pack member. "Did Allen call you about it?" She looked over at Roland. "He is a pack member who is a deputy in the local police force," she said explaining. If he had called her father, the police had known first. <br><br>"Yes. A hiker stumbled upon the body. When they were searching the area, they found the female." She could hear the anger in his voice. "Cirlce to the back, away from the police and see if you can pick up a scent. Both Allen and I weren't able to distinguish any particular scent aside from the human and the female. I have to go back to the house and stop the fighting. Go striaght there afterwards." He hung up without another word. <br><br>Darah hit the steering wheel with her hand. "Shit. What the hell is happening?" She sped passed the house. She caught sight of her father storming through the door. She cringed. An angry alpha was never a good thing. <br><br>After ten minutes of driving, she made her way along the small road through the national park. She spotted the cop cars and ambulances and the area sectioned off by yellow police tape. She passed it going a way down and around to the backside of the area. <br><br>"We go on foot from here," she said before getting out of the car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>28-11-2011, 01:13:13</strong>
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				Roland was unusually quiet as they got into the car and sped off, though of course this was quite an unusual scenario, and one which had not imagined he would find himself in. The integration had seemed to go so well. Darah's phone rang again, and Roland listened as her father spoke again, his voice now on the speakers, allowing the young Alpha to listen fully. <br><br>When he said that they most likely had found his packmate dead as well, Roland's eyes widened in shock. Cathrin losing control and killing someone, that he could picture, though it was certainly not a pleasing mental image. But dead? Someone had torn her throat out as well? So many questions rushed through his mind, Roland barely heard what Darah said next. He nodded his head absent-mindedly.<br><br>Roland knew this was not good for the integration. If the mistrust was allowed to spread, things could tear apart at the seams and make any future mingling of bloodwolves and mongrels that much harder. Darah's father confirmed it a moment later, when he said that he would have to contain the fights that were threatening to break out. Roland just hoped that his pack members would be able to keep their cool. Though, with one of their own now dead, he somehow doubted it.<br><br>After driving for a while, they finally reached the area which the police had already sectioned off, and Darah drove around, parking a little distance away. Roland got out of the car and immediately headed for the area, knowing that Darah would follow him. He needed to know if it was really Cathrin which had been found dead. He wanted to see her with his own eyes, though he knew that it would hurt at the same time. As they walked, his suspicions were gradually confirmed, as he could pick up her signature scent long before his eyes found her.<br><br>There were no police nearby at the moment, as they were probably waiting for a pathologist to come and do an initial autopsy of the bodies. Roland snuck underneath the yellow police tape without hesitation, and then stopped dead in his tracks. Cathrin was lying on the ground a little distance ahead, her brown eyes staring wide-eyed into the sky. Her long, caramel-coloured hair was spread out underneath her, the brown strands stained with crimson blood. The entire front half of her neck had been ripped away, probably killing her within seconds. It was a gruesome sight, and Roland stood as if transfixed for a few moments, his mouth slightly open as he stared at the dead body of his packmate. "Oh fuck."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 01:13:25</strong>
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				By his words, she knew it was indeed a female from the Mongrel pack. And the young girl looked slightly familiar. Darah remembered seeing her in the crowd the night before. Fortunately, Allen had managed to keep any humans away from&nbsp; her body. Most likely having found it himself but telling the others that nothing was over here. She caught sight of movement from the corner of her eye and whirled, a snarl leaving her lips.<br><br>"Darah, it's me, Allen," the deputy said as he stepped from behind a tree, hands up in front of him. His body was covered in the local police department uniform, his badge clipped on his hip next to a revolver holster. The dingey brown and black was a starck contrast to the bright greens of the forest around them. "I haven't let anyone over here, so you can take the body back and give her a proper buriel. We don't need the forensics team getting a hold of her DNA. I'm already having a hard time trying to make it seem like an actual wild animal attack. Someone is going to notice that their are groups of five claw marks instead of four and we don't have any bear up here." <br><br>She nodded. He was right. It would look odd and only one animal out here had five fingered claws. And they weren't exactly okay with humans knowing of their existance. "Roland, we need to move her now. Allen with cover our tracks." She walked up to him and placed a hand softly on his arm. "We will find out who did this, honey. They will face pack law and pay for what they have done. I promise."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>02-12-2011, 18:53:19</strong>
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				Roland's eyes were glued to Cathrin's body, as he stood as if frozen. He had been responsible for her. As the Alpha, it was his responsibility to ensure the safety of his pack, and now he had lost one of the youngest members of the integration. She was barely past the age of eighteen, far too young to die in a gruesome way like this. Roland's fingers were clenching hard, his knuckles whitening. <br><br>He was almost relieved when a sudden voice made him whirl around. He guessed that the man must be the pack's contact in the police department, and the man confirmed it by stating his name a moment later. Roland relaxed visibly, as he faced the man, taking in his appearance. He was a middle-aged man, not as old as Darah's father, but still quite a bit older than Roland himself. He spoke with sympathy in his voice as he looked at the young girl lying dead on the ground, though it was clear he was more used to this than the two of them.<br><br>As Darah spoke to him, telling him that they needed to get Cathrin's body out of there, Roland nodded. She was right. They could not allow her to fall into the wrong hands. "I know, Darah. Let's get her out of here," he said softly, as he moved towards Cathrin's small body and picked her up. He looked at the police officer, and nodded a thanks to him, before turning his eyes to the young girl he was carrying. She felt cold against his skin, and Roland felt a shudder run through him. Only last night, he had heard her laughter, and her excitement at the integration, and now he stared into the yawning opening in her slender neck. As he took a step forward, her head rolled back and forth, as if it was going to fall off any moment. He felt sick to the core of his being, and he was barely aware of the fact that he had started to walk back towards Darah's car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 00:25:04</strong>
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				Darah gave Allen a grim look before following Roland. She made her way in front of him and opened the trunk of her car to retrieve a blanket. She laid the blanket on the back seat and allowed him to lay her gently atop it before wrapping the girls body up with care. <br><br>She had to slighlty force Roland away from the back seat. He still had the look of guilt on his face and it was eating away at her heart. "Roland," she said lightly as she took his hand and pulled him to face her, his back to the car, "we will find who did this, okay? I promise. She was young and new, but I doubt she killed that human. Whoever did this was good and covered his scent very well. They wanted that body to be found. She was just a pawn. I know that doesn't make you feel better about her death, but I hope you realize that this isn't your fault. None of this is." <br><br>Her hand caressed his chest. She wished she could wipe the sadness and guilt from him, but she knew she wouldn't be able to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>08-01-2012, 02:00:08</strong>
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				Gingerly, Roland laid Cathrin's cold body down on the blanket Darah had spread across the backseat of her car. A shudder ran through his flesh as he removed his arms from underneath her. Her eyes, wide open, stared up at him with their deathly gaze, and Roland felt paralyzed for a moment. He felt nausea welling up within him, but at the same time he felt numb. Then, thankfully, he felt a hand pulling him away.<br><br>Roland slumped against the car, his back against the cool metal, and he felt Darah's hand on his chest. Her touch soothed him; it seemed to drive away the hopelessness and nausea within him, and he met her eyes as she spoke to him, trying to comfort him. "I know, Darah, I know," he muttered weakly, lifting his hand to rest the palm against his forehead, his fingers running through his hair. "It's just.... fuck." He grimaced slightly, as he glanced back at the car. "She didn't deserve this. She was just a kid."<br><br>The shock of finding his packmate dead was gradually dying away, slowly giving way to sadness and anger. Roland's fist was clenching slightly. They were going to find out who did this, he told himself, repeating Darah's words. He took a deep breath, steeling himself. He had to be strong. He was the Alpha of the Mongrels. He met Darah's gaze. "Let's just go. We need to get Cathrin back to the pack."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>17-01-2012, 07:00:12</strong>
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				The drive back to the house was a quiet one. The car was full of tension and anger, and it was a living thing as it swirled around them. Roland's body was tense and although her hand on his leg was a soothing thing, she could still feel the ridgedness of the muscles beneath the skin. <br><br>At the house, she pulled the car all the way around to the back, parking as close as she dared to the house. Her father stood on the back porch, and she could see the anger in his eyes from where she sat. Then the door to the house was thrust open, and pack members spilled out of the house. Blood wolves and mongrels alike circled the car. Darah heard a gasp as one of the mongrels caught site of Cathrin's hair as it had fell from beneath the blanket. It was matted with dried blood. <br><br>She slowly made her way from the car and walked to her father, allowing Roland to grieve with his pack. Right now, she needed to find out who and why. <br><br>"What did Allen say?" Her father asked.<br><br>"Whoever did it, covered their scent very well. I couldn't even catch it. Allen hid the scene very well from the humans but even he didn't know who had been there," she said, her eyes never straying from Roland and his wolves. "All I know is that when we find out who did this, the shit's going to hit the fan." And it's going to be bloody."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>18-01-2012, 12:30:02</strong>
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				Neither of them said anything during the ride home. They didn't have to. Roland's anger and frustration was seeping out, clogging the air around them, the tension in the car palpable. He was aware of it, and though he wished he could calm down for Darah's sake, his effort was half-hearted. She tried to comfort him, her hand resting gently on his leg, but her soothing effect of her touch seemed to fail against the emotions boiling within the Mongrel Alpha. It was almost as if he could still feel Cathrin's gaze, even as it was hidden underneath the blanket.<br><br>Roland was almost glad when they arrived at the house, finding Darah's father on the back porch, his eyes filled with anger as his daughter parked the car. Roland stepped out, and no sooner had he slammed the car door shut before the pack was streaming out of the door, flocking around the car. As the first Mongrels caught sight of the bloodied blanket lying in the back seat, and Cathrin's hair, there was a ripple through the crowd, and curiosity gave way to grief. <br><br>Roland comforted the members of his pack as best he could. Cathrin's best friend, Melinda, came over to Roland and all but collapsed against his shoulder, gasping sobs escaping the young blonde. Roland held her gently, letting her pour out her grief against his shoulder, as he looked over to where Darah and her dad was standing. They would find out who did this, and they would bring them to justice according to pack law. He would not let this tear the two of them apart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:51:43</strong>
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				Darah's body tensed slightly as the small female fell upon Roland. She had to push the jealously down though. Now was not the time to be a jealous bitch. From the looks of it, that had to have been a very dear friend of Cathrin's, so Darah's reaction was unjust. <br><br>She crossed her arms over her chest, a hand coming up to her mouth, her teeth nibbling on a nail as she thought hard. Who could have done such a thing? It was ridiculous. Sure there were those who weren't happy about the mongrels, but to defy the Alpha? Who would be that stupid?<br><br>Movement caught her attention at the corner of her eyes. She glanced over to see Devin, he head turned as he spoke into another male's ear. When he turned back to the scene, his teeth flashed in a wicked grin. He must have felt her eyes on him as he looked over. He said something to the other male, who from the looks of it was his partner in crime, Lance, and they both turned to walk away. But before they dissapeared from the yard, he looked back over his shoulder at her and winked. <br><br>She glared before turning her gaze back to Roland. She sighed. There would be a ceremony tonight, for the lost. Preparations would need to begin soon. She smiled warmly as her eyes met Rolands, before she turned and walked into the house. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 01:45:46</strong>
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				Roland patted Melinda's back gently with his hand as she sobbed softly against his shoulder, doing his best to comfort the young girl. She, along with Cathrin, had been the youngest members of the Mongrel group, and she was taking the loss of her best quite heavily, as was to be expected. Roland could see Darah watching them from a distance, looking deeply lost in thoughts, a hand at her mouth. Roland eyed her, his lips forming not quite a smile, considering the situation, but still very close.<br><br>He noticed Darah's gaze wandering, and he followed her eyes, the half-smile dropping off his lips like dew before the sun. The male he had quarreled with last night stood near the outskirts of the group of people, talking to another male, and did little to hide the fact that he was not exactly grieving over the loss of the mongrel girl. As Roland watched, he flashed Darah a grin and then walked off with the other male. Roland watched them depart with a glare. After last night, he had no positive impression of the male, and seeing him now only confirmed his initial impression.<br><br>Roland untangled himself from Melinda's sobbing form, and she found an older female to lean on, tears still streaming down her flushed cheeks. Making his way through the crowd of grieving mongrels and the werewolves who tried to comfort them, Roland followed Darah into the house. He exchanged a few words with the people he passed, accepting their condolences with words of gratitude, but he did not slow down as he followed the she-wolf he had mated with just an hour or so ago. He caught up to her in the living room, just outside the kitchen, and his hand found her shoulder, halting her gently. He was sure she would've sensed his presence already; his steps were not exactly quiet.<br><br>"Darah," he said softly, and waited for her to turn around and face him before continuing. "That was the guy from yesterday, wasn't it?" he asked her for confirmation, though he already knew the answer. Even though this was the first time he had seen him in human form, he would've recognised the chocolate brown wolf from yesterday anywhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 01:21:33</strong>
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				Darah had heard the heavy footsteps of him but before that, her nose had caught his scent. A scent she wouldn't be soon forgetting. She turned as he addressed her and the sorrow in his eyes broke her heart. He must have caught the small exchange between Devin and her. She nodded at his question.<br><br>"Yes, that was Devin. A complete asshole, who wants me for his mate. Do you think he could be responsible for this?" She asked. She began thinking. She highly doubted he could cover his scent so well, though. It was very rare for a werewolf to be able to cover his scent completely. She began to chew on her nail again as he wondered. She met his gaze again shortly after.<br><br>"I will definately be looking into that, but for right now, let us take care of Cathrin. I know how it can get when a person is grieving and before we can really begin looking into this, your pack needs it's time."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 23:12:19</strong>
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				Roland looked at Darah as she spoke, standing no more than an arm's length from her. He liked being close to her; it felt right, even in the fucked-up situation they were currently in. She asked him if he thought Devin, the other male, could be responsible, and Roland just shrugged his shoulders. "I was going to ask you the same thing. You know him better than I do," Roland said, and glanced back over his shoulder, to make sure they were alone. Even if he disliked the male, it was not very diplomatic to speak badly about a member of the other pack when others were within earshot. <br><br>"My guess is there's a possibility, but then again I think he's an asshole, so I guess my view is kind of skewed from last night," Roland said, the hint of a smile pulling the edge of his lips upwards. Even if he had a bad feeling about the other male, Roland was not going to let himself jump to any conclusions. As the Alpha of the mongrels, he had to do things the right way, even if his guts sometimes said otherwise.<br><br>Darah suggested that they first and foremost should take care of Cathrin, and Roland nodded, agreeing to her point. She was right, of course. Cathrin deserved a proper burial, and finding her murderer could wait until they had shown her the proper respects. "You're right. They need their time," he said, and stepped closer to her. His arms wrapped around her, embracing her gently, and he rested his head gently on her shoulder. "Thank you, Darah." His voice was soft, letting her know how much he appreciated her support as he held her close to his body.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-04-2012, 23:55:55</strong>
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				Darah practically melted into his embrace, the feeling of his arms so perfect. So right. She sighed deeply as her head rested on his shoulder. "I'm sorry that this has happened. Especially on the first day of the integration." She placed a kiss on his neck before pulling away. "I will begin the preperations for tonight. We will have the burial before the moon rises and than when she shines upon us, we hunt in honor of our fallen sister." Her hand slid down his arm gripped his hand in an offer of solice. "Go be with your pack. I will be back soon." Placing another light kiss upon his lips, she ran into the office and began making the appropriate phone calls. <br><br>That night, all the pack gathered in their woods, some dressed in black for a funeral while others were in half dressed states, ready for the mourning hunt afterwards. The sadness was thick in the air, and sobs could be heard echoing around them. Her father stood next to the open grave, a lovely redwood casket set deep within the earth, ready to be covered. <br><br>"Brothers and sisters, we are gathered here tonight, not to mourn a fallen sister, but to show her the love and caring we held for her as she makes her journey to meet the great Mother Moon. <br><br>"I know some of us didn't know her as well as others, but she was still a daughter of the moon. Whether born or made, she was a part of us, every one of us and now, she will forever be with us as we pray and show our devotion to our Mother who shines her light down upon us and helps us turn our weaknesses into our strengths. Fallen sister we howl for you." Throwing his head back, he howled, and the others followed suit. As the chorus died down, he looked at Roland and stepped aside. "Son, you may say your words now." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 09:16:47</strong>
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				The world seemed to cease moving as Roland embraced Darah, and he held her close for what felt like hours, enjoying the warmth of her body and feeling her heart beating against his. He felt her breath on his skin, and then she kissed his neck gently, before pulling away. "Yes, we will honour her tonight. She deserves it," Roland said softly, smiling despite the gravity of the situation as he felt Darah's hand gripping his own. He squeezed her hand softly, and their lips met once more, before she disappeared. Roland stood left alone, watching her as she ran away. He turned, and walked back towards the front of the house, to console his pack members.<br><br>As the horizon swallowed the sun, and darkness and grieving fell over the forest in equal measure, the packs gathered. Purebloods and mongrels stood together, dressed in black, grieving in unison for the loss of a soul carrying their blood. Roland stood next to the Alpha, his head lowered. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans, and a black, sleeved shirt, showing his respect for Cathrin. He listened quietly to the Alpha's speech.<br><br>Roland joined in the howl, and as the sound died away, the Alpha looked at him, and Roland knew it was his turn. He had prepared himself, figured out ahead of time what to say, but now his words seemed hollow. Throwing them aside, he stepped up to the grave, and looked down at Cathrin's casket. A breath he didn't even know he had been holding left his lips.<br><br>"Cathrin, our Mother, who shines her light upon us, will know that you were an inspiration to us all. Our tainted blood was always a heavenly gift in your eyes, and you would always smile, no matter the hardships and challenges you faced as you learned to control your inner wolf. I was proud to have you with me in this integration, and..." Roland swallowed hard, tears welling up in his greenish-blue eyes. He blinked them away, and stared at the redwood casket. "I...I wish I could have protected you.." Roland said softly, before lifting his eyes and meeting the gazes of the gathered packs. "Cathrin, tonight we hunt in your honour, and we know in our hearts your spirit will hunt with us," Roland spoke, his voice determined. Then he howled, and the others joined in, stronger than before. The chorus echoed through the forest, and Roland was sure the Mother's eyes were upon them, before the full moon chose this exact moment to appear from behind the clouds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 00:09:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darah howled with them, the pain of losing one of their own, pure blood or not, echoing through the forest. As the sound cut down to a low hum, two of the males began to fill the hole that the casket sat in. It took only about five minutes, with their strength and speed and as they packed it down, the moon rose higher, breaking between the trees above them. Her father stood at the fore front once more. <br><br>"Let us hunt," he said in his deep baritone voice as he slipped the shirt from his torso and began the shift. Darah followed suit, yanking her tank top and short from her body, and letting the sweet familiar pain take hold. She leapt forward and darted into the trees, landing fully transformed. She threw back her head, howling once more, and the others joined her. Her father ran up beside her, nudging her gently before catching the scent of a large deer. She nodded before darting in the other direction, her mind not on the animal, but on Roland. <br><br>Tonight they would hunt, and they would take down a buck together. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 13:40:02</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roland was almost relieved when the two males began covering Cathrin's casket with earth, as if it could hide the pain of losing her away. He watched them quietly, his eyes itching but he refused to let his tears fall. He had to be a strong leader for his pack. The moon broke through the trees, and all eyes were lifted to the sky, his own included. The sight of the pale white moon stirred something within him, and he could feel every wolf around him, whether pure blood or Mongrel, responding to the same call. Then the Alpha spoke the words their souls longed for.<br><br>The young Alpha shed his sleeved black shirt in a hurry, not wishing to ruin it, and his dark jeans disappeared in a similar hurry. His body was already undergoing the transformation, and Roland was glad he usually went commando, because there was no way he would have had the time to remove his underwear. His body was growing quickly, muscles bulging and limbs growing longer as jet black fur spread like a ripple over his form, replacing his soft, human skin. His eyes seemed to drain of their colour, until there was only a slate grey remaining.<br><br>He heard Darah howl, and he responded in kind, powerful canine lungs calling out to her as he bounded after her on powerful legs. He weaved between the trees and jumped over fallen trunks, his large and muscular figure belying the agility he possessed while in this form. All around him, he could sense other wolves, but there was only one who provided more than a fleeting thought in his mind; Darah. He could sense her a little up ahead, along with a scent he recognized as the older Alpha's. <br><br>Tonight's hunt would be different than yesterday's. Last night, they had hunted a single animal, a symbolic prey for their shared integration. Tonight, they would hunt for a fallen sister, and the wolves would run in smaller groups to hunt prey, the spirit of their sister running with them. Roland had already caught the scent of an animal, a large buck if his nose did not lie, and he amended his direction slightly to intercept it. Then, another familiar scent reached his sensitive nostrils, and Roland smiled in his mind. He had hoped she would come to hunt with him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 06:05:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The grief was thick, tensions high, as Darah ran. The feel of the wind in her fur was a comforting thing, but it couldn't sew back together the tears in her heart. What had transpired was a horrible thing, and when they were so close to success...<br><br>A familiar scent carried to her on the breeze and she veered off to follow it. Roland had caught scent of the buck as well. She ran to his side, motioning for him to round to the right as she rounded to the left. They would give the deer no where to go, cornering it. Either it ran into her, or it ran into him, either way, it was theirs. <br><br>With a lick to his muzzle, she darted off in her direction, the buck so close. She could see the beady eyes peering as it looked around. It knew something was wrong and as she jumped over a fallen log, it darted off, only instead to safety, it was right into Roland's waiting jaws. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 12:05:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Welcome back&nbsp; :-))<br><br>Roland could feel her presence even before she caught up with him, and inwardly he smiled happily. It felt good to run with her again, to leave the sorrows behind in his human form and just feel the rush of instincts and desires in his wolf. As Darah ran up alongside him, his slate grey eyes drank in the sight of her canine form. Her gorgeous, deep red fur still took his breath away, and he let his gaze follow every line, every ripple of muscle as she ran beside him. <br><br>She nudged him gently, motioning for him to move right, intending to catch their prey in a pincer movement. She licked his muzzle, he returned the favor, and then they took off in each direction. He could feel the scent of the buck clearly now, and soon his slate eyes found the buck among the trees. Its head was raised, eyes scanning the forest around it, and Roland knew it was sensing Darah. His instincts already told him where she was, and the Mongrel positioned himself opposite of her.<br><br>The trap sprung. Darah burst from the undergrowth, leaping over a fallen tree, and the buck darted towards what it perceived as safety. Instead, Roland slammed bodily into the animal. His black, muscular form was larger than any normal wolf, and the slender legs of the buck crumbled as Roland's weight threw it off balance. They fell to the ground, and the buck desperately tried to regain its footing, but both wolves were on it in a heartbeat, sharp fangs tearing its throat out with ease.<br><br>Roland lifted his head, muzzle dripping with arterial blood. His eyes caught Darah's, and he moved closer to her, pressing his nose affectionately against hers. This time, they had taken down the prey together. This time, it was just him and her, with no outside distractions. Despite the tragedy of what had happened, Roland felt happy at this moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-06-2012, 20:44:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				At the same time Roland struck, Darah was flying through the air, jaw open wide. She hit the bucks other side, her teeth sinking deep into the back of it's neck as Roland ripped through the animal's throat. It screamed, quickly turning to a gurgle as their combined weight brought it down to the earth beneath them. <br><br>Darah shook and growled until Roland lifted his head, blood dripping from his muzzle. He pressed his nose to her and she licked him, lapping up the hot liquid as it slid over her own deep red fur. She gave what could only be a toothy grin before diving back in, her sharp teeth ripping open the deer's stomach and going straight for the organs. <br><br>She pulled the heart, the best muscle, and placed it at Roland's feet in condolence for what had transpired. Usually she ate it herself, but there was just something about the male that was special and she wanted him to know that. <br><br>Laying beside him, she began to eat, the hot meat quenching her hunger but not nearly quenching the need for answers.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>30-06-2012, 13:16:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The death spasms of the buck slowly ceased, silence descending around the two of them once more. Darah had been growling and tearing at the animal's neck until Roland lifted his dripping muzzle, at which point she too lifted her head. He couldn't help but smile in his mind as she licked his nose, lapping still-warm blood from his muzzle. It was almost like a kiss, only a more savage and animalistic one. He pressed his muzzle against hers, lapping in return, until she bared her teeth in what he could only assume was a grin.<br><br>The two wolves got to work on the deer, and after a few moments Darah moved in front of him, and lowered the deer's bleeding heart to the ground in front of him. He looked at her, seeing the sympathy in her eyes and bowed his head softly, accepting the generosity of her offer. She laid down next to him, and Roland could feel the warmth of her being. She was so close, and it made his heart beat faster, as if they were still running together through the forest.<br><br>Sinking his teeth gently into the soft muscular tissue of the deer's heart, Roland picked it up and turned his head towards Darah, who was laying next to him. He held it in his mouth, offering her to share in the spoils of their hunt, to share in the pain and grief of what had transpired. He wanted her to be his, he had decided, and he wanted to share this night with her, in every sense of the word.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>10-07-2012, 01:05:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Darah felt something inside her as he offered to share the heart with her. It was a wild feeling, as if she had found something she had been missing this whole time. She nuzzled him before taking a bite, the blood exploding into her mouth as the hot meat slid down her throat. <br><br>After awhile, she was sated, with a full belly and her mate beside her. She stopped at that thought, looking over at the Mongrel next to her. Was that it? Was that why she had felt an instant attraction, and incredible urge to touch and be touched by him? Was it possible that the Goddess chose him, a Mongrel to be her mate? He hadn't marked her yet but she remembered wanting to mark him, to make him hers. <br><br>After sex, she had been swept up in the euphoria of it all, thinking about it, but not really thinking about it. Now, it was like a punch to the gut, right there and hard to dismiss. If it were possible, a mating between them, her heart fluttered at the thought, she was sure she would be happy. Already, even though so much of a bad thing had happened, she found herself alight with a sort of joy at being around the male. Nothing she had ever thought before. <br><br>Without another thought, she snuggled closer, her red fur mixing with his black as she fell into a deep sleep, feeling perfectly safe next to her male. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 16:57:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roland was happy when she accepted his offer, their muzzles touching as her teeth sank into her half of the buck's heart. Blood filled his throat, and he swallowed it eagerly, savouring the feel of it as they both began gorging on the flesh of the dead deer. They laid down together, side by side, crimson fur brushing against black as they ate together.<br><br>As he tore pieces of flesh from the deer, Roland took his time to look at Darah out of the corner of his eye. Her wolf form was gorgeous, as was her human form, and from the very first minute he had felt an instantaneous connection with her, as if they were bonding on an instinctual as well as on a conscious level. Had the Goddess chosen for the two of them to meet? To Roland it made sense. If the Goddess wished for the integration to succeed, the most natural way to do it was to bring him and Darah together and form the Alpha pair, to lead the combined pack. <br><br>Having eaten her fill, he felt Darah snuggling closer to him, pressing her lean, muscular body against his. He welcomed her with a warm look in his slate eyes, allowing her to nuzzle up against his side. He draped his chin over her neck, almost like he was holding around her, to protect her and keep her warm. Despite everything that had happened, despite how fucked up the situation had become, Roland couldn't deny the happiness in his heart as he fell asleep next to the shewolf.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>11-07-2012, 19:56:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The following morning, Darah stretched as she woke, skin sliding along deliciously bare skin as she did so. She turned to find Roland tucked close beside her, an arm over her hip as if to keep her close. She leaned up on her elbows to look around, noticing that they were in their own little private bit of forest, with trees surrounding them. She could hear the rest of the pack, here and there, snoring softly as the others slept through their grief and lethargy of the night before. <br><br>She laid back down and turned to him, a hand rising to caress his cheek. He was such a handsome man, so strong both physically and mentally. He was holding himself together so well, just like her father had when her mother had died. <br><br>She leaned forward, her nose touching his, before she pressed her lips to his, urging him to wake. A long leg slid over his hip, pressing her hot sex against him and pulling him close as her hand caressed his chest and belly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 23:51:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Roland's sleep was somewhat fitful, owing to everything that had happened, but the warm presence of Darah calmed him enough that he was still well-rested when the sun began to peak over the horizon. The life-giving rays of sunlight danced and licked over his features as he lay next to Darah, his arm draped across her midsection to keep her close. As the shewolf turned in his embrace, he began to stir, her slow, gentle movements urging sleep to relinquish its hold on the young Mongrel.<br><br>Consciousness came to him rather quickly, and though he didn't open his eyes just yet, he was aware of his surroundings. Remembering the night before, he already knew who he would find snuggled up to him. He could feel her scent in his nose, and her warm body was pressed flush against his own, Darah's full breasts pushed against his chest. He pretended to sleep a little longer as he felt her hands wander over his chest and stomach, but as her lips pressed gently but insistently against his own, he couldn't help the smile that broke on his face. Roland opened his greenish-blue orbs, meeting the warm and caring gaze from Darah's hazel eyes.<br><br>"Mmmm, I wish I could wake up to such a beautiful sight every morning," he whispered, his voice both flirtatious and slightly groggy from sleep still, and he smiled warmly at the shewolf before returning his lips to hers, kissing her softly and caringly. Her leg was wrapped around his, pulling her tightly to him, and her closeness was starting to have an effect on him. His morning wood, already quite erect from the long night of sleep, was throbbing with arousal as Darah pressed her naked body against his equally nude form, the hard length pinned between their stomachs as they lay upon the forest floor, the weak sunlight glinting in their naked skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>13-07-2012, 19:56:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She moaned softly rubbing herself against him, before pushing him down to his back and straddling his waist. She slid over him so his hard erection stood against her belly. Her fingers danced over him, tracing circles around his nipples. She leaned forward and nipped his lips. <br><br>"I suppose if you wanted to, you could," she said before her tongue snaked out and slid over his lips. She rose, rubbing her own lower lips against his shaft, spreading the moisture that had pooled there along his length. "I quite like this myself."<br><br>She teased him as she kissed him, her hips rising and falling, letting the tip of his cock so close, but not giving him entry.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Mongrel (wolventears &amp; Norwegian One)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 01:15:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He willingly let Darah push him over on his back, smirking as she straddled him. Their first mating had been dominant and urgent, Roland eager to establish his dominance in their relationship, as his inner wolf had demanded. Now, however, he could enjoy himself, let her take charge, and take things slow and sensual. The look of desire and lust in her hazel eyes was obvious, as she straddled his abdomen, and the moisture he felt against his naked skin only confirmed what his eyes had already told him. She looked like a goddess of the forest, he thought. Her naked skin shone in the morning light, and here and there her gorgeous red hair was adorned with leaves, making her look like a nature deity.<br><br>She leaned down and nipped at his lips, and he kissed her eagerly, his hand moving to caress her thighs, feeling the smooth skin and firm muscles of her upper legs. He caught her tongue between his lips as she licked him, and sucked hard on it for a moment before releasing her, allowing her to sit back up again. His length was straining, throbbing with anticipation as her warm juices coated the middle of the engorged cock. He allowed her to continue her teasing, for the moment, and instead stared up into her eyes, a smile on his lips. "If I could wake up with you every morning, Darah, I would be the happiest Mongrel alive," he told her, his voice sincere and honest as his hands moved slowly from her thighs to her stomach, caressing her fair, smooth skin.<br><br>Quick bursts of pleasure surged through Roland as Darah ground her hips against him, his bulbous tip so close to slipping into her, but every time he thought she would finally let him in, she reversed her movement, teasing him expertly. He held her gaze, a smile on his lips, daring her to continue teasing him. If she kept it up, he'd just have to show her his dominant side once more. She hadn't complained the last time he had pushed her down and mated roughly with her, after all, though he liked the thought of a tender, slow love making as well.
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