The Tale of Little Red Riding Hood (wolventears & temptressdragon)
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				Title: <strong>The Tale of Little Red Riding Hood (wolventears &amp; temptressdragon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 01:48:37</strong>
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				(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/23210408d018c3abc8a18e93123522ab_zpsf504004a.jpg) <br>Ruby opened her grandmothers front door. It was so lonely and sad looking without her. As she walked inside, she looked at the chotskeys and other random things the woman has collected. It brought tears to her eyes seeing all this and knowing no one was coming back to it. <br><br>The funeral had been heartbreaking and hearing a wolf of all things has been her end... Ruby fyyelt as if she needed to learn how to weild a shotgun and gun all the bastards down. What was she to know they wouldn't kill anyone else? But a wolf? Of all things? And the coroner had said it had been large. Really large. From what he could tell of what was left of her anyways.&nbsp; Most of her body had been eaten. She cringed at that. <br><br>Now wasnt the time to think of that, she told herself. Grabbing the box she had brought and a rag, she began grabbing her grandmothers collectables and after wiping then off, wrapped them and put them in the box.<br><br>About half am hour had past and the tears began to fall as she got further into it. Grabbing the side of her hood cape, she used the corner to wipe her tears away.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>temptressdragon</strong> on <strong>12-11-2013, 02:27:46</strong>
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				(http://i810.photobucket.com/albums/zz25/autumn_rayne81/were%20wolf/aragon-viggo-hobbit.jpg)<br><br>Elliot was no stranger to the violence of the world around him. Nor was he a skeptic to disbelief something the eye could not see, he himself being much more than man. He had come across this village due to a recent and gruesome death. The village was unsettled and he had attended the funeral where he had asked a few questions in an attempt to fulfill his thirst for knowledge. They spoke of a terrible animal that walked on its hindlegs and seemed more wolf than man with a terrible snout and eyes that blazed of hell's unholy light. He adjusted his sling so that his quiver of arrows fit more securely on his back along with his long bow. <br><br>It was not long before he found the cottage that hid within the forest, a secret fortress in solitude. He wondered what type of woman kept herself secluded from an entire village. Especially an elderly as the townspeople had informed him. He felt no remorse as he went to open the door to peer inside. He was not expecting anyone else to be inside as he slowly entered. Very peculiar indeed. He wasn't picking up any oddities which meant this really was just a regular human who had died here. His ears picked up the sound of a heartbeat as his nose informed him that it was a much younger female. Perhaps a relative of the recently deceased. <br><br>"Hello?" He called out cautiously as he scanned the current room he was in. Not too far from the still open door. His voice was deep and filled with a low rasp from his habits of smoking on his pipe when he could. He was not immortal despite his peculiarities. Such as being a wolf among the men. He had to see if this attack was really a rogue of his own kind or an actual animal. He didn't smell sickness though but an odd musty scent of...wolf. his eyes glinted darkly as this was now his to deal with.<br><br><br><div class="floatleft"> (http://i810.photobucket.com/albums/zz25/autumn_rayne81/were%20wolf/lotr_aragon2.jpg)</div> 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 02:32:27</strong>
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				Ruby froze somewhat when someone opened the door and called out. More visitors? Hadn't there been enough strangers at the funeral? <br><br>"Yes?" She said as she walked to the entry way. She had to swallow at the man she saw there. Long hair and more then ready for battle. Was he in search of the wolf?<br><br>"Can I help you?" She asked nervously. 
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				Post by: <strong>temptressdragon</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 03:31:06</strong>
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				Well then. Wasn't she a stunning beauty? Her scent was soft. A mix of sultry woods and pink lotus. Her natural scent that allured him. One he would not forget. From the soft part of her lips to the way her tongue slid inside her mouth. It made him...hungry. In a sexual manner, not for his stomach. He could not help but let his eyes rove her form. Her voice was tinged with small distress. <br><br>Was he intruding? <br><br>"I apologize, " he replied warmly and kept his eyes to her own lest they wander again like his own fingers itched to. <br><br><em>Mine</em><br><br>The beast inside him shifted suddenly as if it wanted free.<br><br><em>Mate</em><br><br>With such passion. Odd. What kind of human woman was she to tempt a beast such as his?<br><br>"I am Elliot of Lottenbay. Perhaps you have heard of it? I am tracking a fearsome creature...to prevent future death from occurring," he spoke kindly to her. Not one to push.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 04:00:37</strong>
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				"So you must be after the wolf. It murdered my grandmother," she said, tears threatening to break through. But even through the grief, she saw the man before her as a woman would. Long hair ti run her fingers through and lips that looked soft and spoke even softer. She shook her head.<br><br>Why was she thinking about a stranger this way? None of the men from the village had ever made her feel like this. This was new. She wanted nothing then to throw her arms around him finding comfort only he could give. <br><br>"Are you a hunter then? For pay?" she asked, her head coming up with fantasies including this stranger.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>temptressdragon</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 22:19:38</strong>
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				He could smell it on her...the allure of a woman. One who found him as intriguing as he found her. The beast within was being loud but he held it at bay with patience. <em>All in good time.</em> He directed a curious smile in her direction even as his eyes seemed to mull over her question with great amusement.<br><br>"Perhaps," he murmured and his voice drew it out in an air or ignorance. He stepped forward, testing his grounds here in this building. He needed to look closer for details...clues to lead him in the right direction. Her presence here, while pleasant, was a distraction. Unnecessary for his job to progress. But still, he would entertain her for now by being sociable. Perhaps some conversation would inform him of her abnormalities, for she appeared normal enough. <br><br>"One could say I has a hunter...but for pay? No," he replied in an even tone," I do not hunt for pleasure either...nor profit. I act to protect others...such as yourself." He seemed friendly enough and that was just part of his charms. Years of practice. 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 22:53:09</strong>
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				She looked at him as he spoke, her heart beating hard and fast. If he was indeed after the wolf, to kill it, justice would be served.<br><br>"What is here that you need to see then, hunter? I do not believe the wolf was inside though. Grandmother was attacked while tending her garden. If you need assistance, I will be more than happy to help and show you," she said. Something was different about this man but she couldn't quite put her finger in it.
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				Post by: <strong>temptressdragon</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 18:01:12</strong>
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				She was an innocent who spoke kindly to a complete stranger. He wouldn't hurt her though. He knew that. The Wolf in him wanted to protect her from the dangers of the world. To take her and mark her as its own so that other members of the male species would know she was already claimed. He choose to smile at her instead, use to the outrageous demands of his inner creature. <br><br>"That would be most appreciated," he told her with a voice that spoke of gratitude and slight humor. He would take this monster down to protect innocence like her. Red was a good color upon her flesh. Unspoken his mind began to draw up images of her bound beneath his body as he claimed her flesh for his own.<br><br>That simply would not do.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 19:21:45</strong>
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				She smiled at him. "My name is Ruby, Elliot," She said, unsure why she felt it important to give him her name. <br><br>He was looking at her, more than a mere stranger does but how a man does a woman. She felt the blush rise up her cheeks. She knew how she looked. Men in town looked at her with want but she never felt this way about it. Why was it different with him?<br>&nbsp;<br>Sudden fantasies of him coming on to her, of him kissing her, crossed her mind. Her blush deepened when she thought of their bodies entwined. She shook her head, hair flying around her to clear her thoughts.<br><br>"Um, the garden is out here. I will show you," she said, leading him back to the front door and exiting the home.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>temptressdragon</strong> on <strong>20-11-2013, 22:00:56</strong>
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				"Ruby," he stated in response and liked the sound of her name. A precious gem stone. Beautiful. He wouldn't linger long, so he followed after her. His eyes tracking her every motion. Every inhale brought in another breath of her scent. Sultry Wood scent with a hint of pink lotus. Definitely woman. A natural scent. Every scent was perceived differently from each person. This was no different. He would memorize her scent and remember it from this day forward.<br><br>What would the scent of her arousal smell like?<br><br>Combined with his own?
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-11-2013, 19:19:32</strong>
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				Outside, she glanced over her shoulder to see if he followed. She knew he had, reality his presence against her back. She cleared her throat before speaking.<br><br>"This is where the wolf got grandmother. She was tending to her vegetables and from the looks of the little fence over there," she said pointing to a piece falling down on the other side, "that is where he came in and attacked her. Instead of sneaking up on her, it's like he wanted her to see him."<br><br>She stood outside of the garden fence, unable to make herself walk in. She couldn't be where her grandmother had taken her last breath. It brought tears to her eyes and this time, she couldn't hold them back.<br><br>"I'm sorry. I just can't seem to handle all this. She was such a nice innocent woman," she whispered, letting the tears fall.
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				Post by: <strong>temptressdragon</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 21:02:21</strong>
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				He followed after her, noting her lingering glances at him. Just what was she thinking of? His eyes were a mixture of brown and green that varied with emotion to reveal a color. He passed her to the garden, her gentle scent teasing at his nose as he knelt to examine the ruined fence. He tugged at a few clumps of hair that remained. A thick musty smell of death and sickness clung to it and he left it go.<br><br>He heard her voice and picked up a new scent from her. Sadness and tears that left a whift of rain - kissed freesia and daisy. That was her unique scent from tears. He tipped his head to the side as he continued to stare at the garden before debating. He arose and turned towards her.<br><br>"I'm sorry for you loss,"he told her and stepped closer. He was acting out of his own lines of judgement but this moment needed action. He reached out and pulled her into a rough hug, offering murmurs of comfort as he stroked the back of her head softly, fingers trailing through her lush red hair. The Wolf in him growled for more but he pushed it aside.<br><br>"Is there anything I can do to help you in your time of grief?"He asked cautiously.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 04:05:14</strong>
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				He came and put his arms around her and it felt so comforting. She wrapped her own arms around his waist, putting her face against his chest as she hiccuped a sob. <br><br>She looked up at him at his question. "For me? Other than killing the murderer of my grandmother, I don't think anything other than that will work. I will eventually be able to stop the tears, but there will always be a sadness. It will always reside in my heart and I don't think anyone can change that." <br><br>She looked back down, unsure of why she had a feeling that this man could. That this man would changes everything for her.
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