Howling at the Moon || Wintersday & Arkaniel ||
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				Title: <strong>Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>13-02-2016, 02:18:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Olivia Dawn</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1380.photobucket.com/albums/ah162/Wintersday92/rsz_241b13d6e9469f966e243f34aedf26a8_zpsdclvdbgj.jpg)</div></div></div><br><strong>"Goodnight Olive, enjoy your spring break and don't do anything that I wouldn't do!"</strong> Called over a blue eyed, blonde young lady to her friend. <strong>"Ha that wouldn't leave out much then Becky! Goodnight and enjoy France!"</strong> Olivia replied back with a bright laugh, as she took off her nursing scrubs in the locker room. Olivia was in her final year in Nursing school and was currently gaining work experiences at St Peters hospital, Graceland in Washington, just a town away from Port Victoria. It had been a pretty full on week and all the nursing students where eager for their last spring break to start. <br><br>Olivia slipped on her denim shorts and pulled over a dark green tank top over her head, just covering up her birthmark on the back of her shoulder that was in the shape of a half moon with a perfect line through vertically down the middle. It was a rather unusual birthmark to have but everyone had their own unique mark and this was hers. <br><br>It had been a beautiful sunny day so there was need for her to put on her jacket. Taking a final look in the mirror she untied her burgundy red hair and weaved her fingers through it gently giving it a free wavy look. Grabbing her bag and jacket she tapped her locker closed and headed out of the hospital with a spring in her step. Although she had just finished a 12 hour shift she was pleased that she would have the next couple of weeks to herself.<br><br>While most of her friends where going away Olivia wanted to stay and enjoy her own kind of freedom. Unlike her friends she had a secret that was best kept under wraps. Although Olivia appeared to be normal young lady, she was far from it and in the new world of technology and conspires it was ever so hard for her to just break free. After all finding out that your work colleague or class mate was a werewolf, there was bound to be some attention drawn to her to say the least. So these next few weeks where all about her getting in tune with her inner wolf that was so badly craving to come out. <br><br>There was much that she didn't know about being a werewolf, and a lot of what she figured out she had to do on her own. Olivia Dawn had no real family. She was brought by her foster family Merry and John Dawn who had adopted her when she was 12 months old. The adoption agency had very little background on Olivia. A all they had on record was that she was in a car accident with a man and women who, when tested for DNA wasn't her biological parents. No one had more information to give and no one called in about a missing baby. So after a few months of care the Dawn's where able to take her home and raised her as best as they could. <br><br>Everything was fine and normal while she grew up but when she hit her teens her body changed far more then the girls around her. Not only having to deal with cramps, her monthly visits from mother nature and the way her body was becoming more famine but she had to deal with her body physically changing in ways she was never told about! To say her early teenage years was hard, was an understatement. But week by week and month by month Olivia found out how her body worked. She figured out that she could change as much or a little into her werewolf form and that there was no really trigger to it, well accept on full moons when her cravings would kick in harder but other then that it wasn't that bad! Plus the heighten senses was pretty cool and came in hand every now and then. <br><br>But unlike the werewolf's you would read about and see in films Olivia had also gained an extra ability, dream walking. It was a gift, that at first she didn't know she could do. One day while she was hiking in the east side forest of the town, when she stopped to take a rest. Closing her eyes she just listening to the peaceful surroundings. Nearby a bird tweeting away happily and for a moment she wondered what it would be like to be that bird, to be able to fly and sore around in the sky. Just like a dream she suddenly became that bird. She could see from it's eyes and feel each and every smooth feather that coated it's body. With a sudden ambition she opened her wings and allowed her body to fall lifelessly from the branch she was perched on and without any thought at all she flapped her wings and was gliding through the warm summers air as if she had done it a thousand times before. She could feel the breeze rushing through her wings as if it was blowing though her hair and the scent of pine will her beak. <br><br>As she flew in the sky she weaved through the trees without a care in in the world, right up to the point where she spotted a familiar figure. Hovering she looked down at the figure leaning against the tree with her eyes closed. Just a few meters below herself <em>was</em> herself, all rather her human form. But that was crazy right? She was only dreaming...wasn't she? Her birdlike form fluttered down to a fallen log a few steps away from her human form. It was so strange and odd. Her human form looked exactly as she did before she had decided to rest, even down to the last freckle on her nose and the little sweat drops that where forming on her forehead. And just then as she stared over at herself she came to with a jump. Instantly her eyes met with the bird that was sitting on the tree trunk, her heart racing slightly. For a second the bird was still then with a shake of its feathers it seemed it too had came round to it's own mind. The bird briefly looked over at Olivia before giving her a little tweet and flying off but into the thick tops of the trees. <br><br>That was he first time in using her new found gift and since then she had a little more fun with it, she realized that it never did any harm to the animal and so she even tried it on a couple of random people. Like the young man in her coffee shop who had a crush on the waitress. She could tell that the girl liked him to but both where to shy to act on their feelings, so why not help them a little? One day just as the young man was about getting out of his booth to leave she quickly zoned herself into his mind and made him 'accidentally' trip over his own foot, to bump into the young waitress, and from that moment on the two grew happily together. <br><br>Olivia had started to hum a tune and her short walk home when she notice someone following her. At first she though that she was being silly but she crossed the road and the hooded figure crossed too. Then she crossed back over again, the person doing the same. Feeling rather brave she turned and face the person. "Can I help you?" She asked her heart racing slightly in her chest as she stood strong. As she breathed in she could tale it was a man, his scent was strong and smoky like fire wood, though there was a hint of something else, something she hadn't smelt before. Her eyes watched as the man as he tilted his head up lightly, revealing and unpleasant half smile and the faint scar on his chin. <br><br><strong>"We found her, shes the one!"</strong> he called out to no one but them, or so she thought. <strong>"What do you mean <em>found</em>..."</strong> where the only words that could escape her mouth before a van pulled up next to them both. Two more men climbed out wrapping their arms around her mouth and body. Even though she was stronger then the average man these men where stronger. She tried to cry out but it was pointless and within seconds she felt a sharp stab in her arms. Before she knew it the world around her was fading into a blur. The last thing she remembered where the van doors closing and that strong potent smell of burnt wood and strange musk.<br><br>Time passed, how much time she couldn't tell but now she was blind folded, gagged with an unpleasantly tasting rag and tied up on the floor against some kind wooden beam. From what she could tell she was either in some kind of barn or cabin, thought there was strong scent of hey and freshly cut wood so she guessed on the first. With her keen sense of hearing, she could some muffled voices outside along with tree branches being snapped on the ground. They where men about there of them or at least there the different tones of voices she could hear. For all she knew there could have been more out there or even inside with her but from the lack of smell she doubted that. <br><br>Since she was alone what better time then now to try and break free? Firstly she had thought about Dream walking but without actually seeing the men first she had no idea who to hook onto. Although she had used her ability for some time now, she needed to actual see who she was contorting. So looks like she had to move on to plan B.<br><br>Finding a corned on the wooden beam she forcefully as she started to rub her restrains against it. With the way the restrains where digging into her smooth silky flesh, they had to be robe or something similar. Faster and faster she moved her hands up and down and continued to adding presser to her restrains in a bid to break them faster. The only thing on her mind was to get out of this place and loose her captures. With a few minutes of rubber the rope snapped against the pressure and her hands where free. Wasting no time she pulled off the blindfold and was shocked to find her surroundings in pure darkness, but from the little light from the half moon outside her first thought's of being in a barn where correct. Only taking a few seconds to look around her surroundings she began to untie her ankles.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Suddenly Olivia could hear the men's voices more clearly which meant they where making their way towards her. Looking around she looked for an excited route but her only choices where the large wooden doors or a window up top of the barn. With just enough time to get to her feet the men pushed open the barn doors and shinned a bright torched her way. Her heart raced as she blocked out the sudden light with hear hands over her face. <strong>"Shit she's untied herself!"</strong> Cried out on of the men as they looked over at her for a moment. Just as they started to move closer to her, she was quick on the mark to dash over to the ladder that lead up to the top half of the barn. With a push of her legs she missed the first 4 steps of the ladder, pouncing almost to the stop. Normally should be able to jump that high but clearly the drugs the knocked her out with had some effect to her strength. <strong>"You stupid fool you should have tired her better!"</strong> cried the same man as before as another called out to get the stun gun. <br><br>With no hesitation Olivia made a be line for the back of the barn where the window held open. With a quick glance back she notice a muscular man pouncing his way to the top of the barn just the way she had, though he made it to the top with as little as no effort. Olivia tripped over herself stunned that the man was able to do as she did. <strong>"Don't be stupid little she-wolf"</strong> He growled the words over to her and right before her eyes the mans smooth if not stubbly complexion changed to a much hairier beast. He was just like her a werewolf, they all must be. Her heart raced faster and faster in her chest now to the point where she was sure it would burst out of her chest. Her eyes looked up and the half wolf man before her.<strong> "We don't want to hurt..." </strong>He said as he slowly took step by step closer to her. He's tone was deep and strong which sent a chill down her spine. <br><br><strong>"Then why drug me?!" </strong>Olivia cried over to him, struggling to get back on her feet. The beast continued to get closer to her, his eyes staring down at her like a wolf staring at it's prey before it pounces. Grabbing the nearest thing to her, which so happened to be a pitchfork, she lashed it over at his face leaving three cuts across his face. This gave her just enough time to get on her feet and pounce out of the window onto the cool dry ground outside. Luckily the window was to narrow for the broad beast. The two other men quickly rushed outside and around the back of the barn but Olivia was already dashing to the unfamiliar woods. She had no idea where she was going, nothing smelt familiar to her. <br><br>Now her own smooth complexion changed too. She looked neither like a young lady that she was nor a full wolf. Her face where covered in a smooth fur in the same shade of red as her hair. When in her true wolf form she looked much like an over grown fox, which was always something she liked. If your going to be a hairy wolf might as well have great fur right? Her breathing was harsh and her heart continued to bound in her chest as she tried to escape. Smelling the air she could smell salt, like sea salt which meant they had taken her a lot further then she had first hoped. <br><br>Olivia had no idea where to go and the men where right on her track. "Hit her with the dart already!" Cried one of the men as they ran towards her. The man that had followed her before hand took aim with the weapon. Although Olivia was trying to do her best to weave through the trees, the man had a great aim and manage to hit her thigh with the dart. <strong>"I got her!"</strong> He called out with a hint a smugness in his voice. <strong>"Good she can't get far now, the drugs will knock her out in seconds"</strong> replied the other man in turn. As the dart hit directly into her thigh, she stumbled to the ground, a numbing sensation slowly feeding itself across her leg. <br><br>Quickly she pulled out the dart and stripped off her tank top off before tying it around her leg in a bid to stop the drugs from rushing across her body. Slowly she got to her feet and started to walk clumsy further into the woods. Her eye sight slowly blurring out of focus. Clearly the drug really did work fast. For a brief moment she thought she saw a figure in front of her. At first she thought it was them, but breathing in the salt air it didn't seem to have the same musk smell as them, though the scent was still unfamiliar. As her body became more numb she stumbled to her knees and looked up at the figure which she wasn't to sure was there. Practically with all hoped lost she called over to the figure in her half wolf state, <strong>"Please...help me..."</strong> she begged, her eyes getting heavy as she rolled over on the ground, unable to hold her body up longer. <strong>"Please..." </strong>She begged one last time as all consciousness faded into darkness. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>13-02-2016, 12:27:59</strong>
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				Mark Grayson was the Alpha of Port Victoria in the rainy. Clouded state of Washington, just north of California, wedged up against Canada. Port Victoria was about an hour's drive from Seattle, so a large city was within easy reach. Nevertheless, he preferred staying in Port Victoria, the town he'd been born in and had grown up in. The town with about two hundred thousand inhabitants that now stood under his protection, the solitary, True Alpha, a werewolf nearly without compare, bitten by a ferocious, rabid werewolf almost a decade ago when he was just starting High School. <br><br>They called him the True Alpha, because Alphas either inherited their power for deceased previous Alphas of their pack or when a werewolf killed an alpha. At that moment, the glowing gold of their eyes, the eyes of a beta, the eyes of a normal werewolf, would turn to searing red, like his now. Except he had not inherited or stolen his power from someone else. Once a century, a werewolf of pure heart and soul, in the protection of those he cared about, could ascend to Alpha by sheer willpower alone. Such an Alpha, a True Alpha, was naturally more powerful, a natural leader, a warrior for justice.<br><br>At least in so far justice existed in the dark world of the supernatural.<br><br>For a decade, he had fought and bled against the evils threatening Port Victoria. Murderous werewolves, a coven of manipulative vampires, even a demon, all had fallen to him. The path to protecting the humans of his home had been long and bloody. People had died. Friends had died. Some who had joined his pack had been slain, others had moved on after hollow victories where it was their blood being spilled to protect those that would never know of their sacrifices.<br><br>No matter how alone, no matter how bleak, something within Mark refused to submit, refused to give up, refused to die, however.<br><br>Nowadays,he interned at a veterinarian clinic as an assistant in training, while completing his veterinarian degree at the local college. He loved caring for animals and his being a werewolf gave him a rather large advantage. He could communicate with animals in a limited manner, his wolven senses virtually reading them, while his scent as a powerful predator kept them calm, as they subconsciously recognised him as the figurative King of the jungle over the range of Port Victoria. He loved healing and nurturing and one of his abilities, to draw away the pain from others and into himself, helped him a great deal as well in helping other people and animals.<br><br>Live was lonely, but he found satisfaction in it.<br><br>During the day, he studied and helped living beings, during the night, he ran wild through the woods surrounding his home town, an exhilarating sensation for the powerful wolf housing in his soul.<br><br>By now, many in the supernatural world knew of him. Not his name, nor his looks. No, but many knew that there was a strong True Alpha making Port Victoria his home and protecting it against all whom wished to harm the innocent.<br><br>That night, after another long day at the vet practice, where he'd performed an intensive surgery on a dog, a shepherd, he shrugged off his coat. When he wasn't amongst humans, he didn't have to pretend to be one. As a werewolf, he was always warm and while it was spring break, up here in the state of Washington, it still wasn't exactly hot outside. Most people still needed to wear coats, so he was forced to as well, less he'd stand out too much. He stretched out, getting rid of the kinks in his tall, muscular body, before he jumped out of the window of his apartment, landing in the dark alley behind it. Swiftly, he disappeared further into the darkness, into the streets beyond and from there into the thick forests.<br><br>He ran, jumped, leaped over rocks and fallen trees, sometimes on two legs, sometimes on all four.&nbsp; His eyes glowed a soft red, though otherwise, he didn't shift beyond his human form. His limbs moved easily, with inhuman grace and strength as he ran and ran through his range, his territory. Scents assaulted his nose. Deer, rabbits, foxes, ordinary wolves, he smelled them all. By now, all of them knew his scent, the scent of their protector, as he ran and ran and kept on running, the wind and the cool night air whipping around him.<br><br>Then, his nose twitched.<br><br>Danger!<br><br>A growl reverberated silently in his chest, rumbling through his body. His eyes flared brighter, more wearing red as he homed in on the source of the scent. He threaded towards it, suddenly encountering a pleading, weakened girl, the scent of wolf strong about her. Another werewolf, one in danger as three men caught up to her. They stalled, eyes glowing the gold of betas as they faced the searing Crimson of Alpha. Mark growled. Not growled. Roared. His roar shattering the silent of the night, causing trees to groan and tremble, animals to flee and the betas to freeze where they stood. His roar was a show of his strength, a sign of his resolve, a warning to not go any further into his territory. He did not suffer anyone to prey on the weak in his domain.<br><br>The betas had no choice but to desist, to pull back, their pack too scattered over the entire region in search for this girl to confront this powerful alpha.<br><br>As they retreated, Mark approached her fallen form and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. His rousing scent washed over her and her own scent, so sweet and feminine and just perfect filled his own nose, appealing to the wolf within, stirring red hot lust within him, which his human side quickly suppressed. Easily, he held her and carried her vacation lot town, even though the walk took over an hour until he arrived and carefully placed her on his bed. She didn't appear to be injured and even if she was, her healing factor as a werewolf would likely take care of it quicker than any medicine could. So, he tucked her in under his blanket and finally dropped down on his couch in his small apartment and gazed up at the ceiling, knowing in his hearts of hearts that the incredibly beautiful girl in his bed would only spell the next chapter of trouble for this town...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>15-02-2016, 19:24:00</strong>
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				There was nothing but darkness once again. Her mind and body unconscious from everything around her. She had no idea what or who had saved her, or even that she was being saved. Olivia's body was almost lifeless apart from her chest falling and rising every now and then as she breathed in the cool night air. Even though Port Victoria was a few towns above where she was from, the change in weather was obvious. <br><br>It was in the early house of the morning when Olivia's eyes fluttered open. Her head bounded as a dim light of the morning sun filled the room. With a chill in the air Olivia pulled the covers over her, thinking that she was in her own bed in Graceland but little did she know she was in a strangers bed. As she laid there in a mist of awakening as all that had happen that night started to flood over her. Flashes mid werewolf forms, darkness and bright lights. Her hands and feet tied up together her body restrict from movement. Her heart bounded in her chest as she could hear men shouting and calling out towards her, then a loud roar and she bolted up right in bed. <br><br>With her eyes wide open she looked around the room in a panic and she realized that she wasn't in face in her own bed. Leaning back against the bed post she looked around the room trying to take in everything that had and was happening to her. "Wher- where am i?" she muttered to herself as she felt a panic attack approaching. Closing her eyes she tried to keep herself calm and take control of her breathing. It took her a few moments but as she checked her heart beat that was slowly down she reopened her eyes. <br><br>The room was slightly smaller then hers and as she breathed in she knew it's own was male, though there was that same weird musk she came across last night. As she though about the horrible events she tried to place where she had smelt that musk before. The men that had taken her had something like it but still this one was different and in a strange way she knew she was safe. If she couldn't tell a guy lived her by his scent then the clothing around the room would give it away. <br><br>Softly she slid off of the bed and took a little look around the room. Her fingers slid across a desk as she slowly walked from one side to the other. It was pretty clean room, some clothes here and there and even some studies books. By the looks of things the man was training to be a vet. Olivia smiled to herself seeing how fitting that would be to be a vet since in a way they where part animal. Clearly her savior had a gently touch and this helped her feel more at eased. She continued to look around room, there wasn't much personal effects but a picture was placed on a desk neatly. It was group prom picture with all the guys wearing suits, she had to admit though one of the guts stood out for her. He was the one in the middle, there was something about his smile that seemed caring and protective. Clearly one of these guys was her savior but which one?<br><br>As she finished looking around the room she notice around a bathroom to the side and decided to go see what state she was in. Walking in she instantly moaned at herself. "Gah!" she signed to herself standing there in a bra and shorts as she notice her top still lightly tied around her leg. Her hair was a mess and she was covered in dirt and light scratches across her body. Gently she untied her top from her leg and ran the tops in the sink to form a pool of warm water. Placing her top down on the side she cupped the warm water in her hands before splashing it across her face. It was refreshing but she still looked a complete mess. <br><br>As silently as she could Olivia she made her way across a small hall way and poked her head across to the living room. Quietly she could hear someone heavily breathing and she guessed that was the man kind enough to save her last night. Hearing that he was fast asleep she hoped that he wouldn't mind her taking a shower, since she so desperately needed one. After all she could thank her hero looking like a hobo. <br><br>Walking back to the bathroom quietly she closed the door behind her and turn on the shower. Luckily there seemed to be some clean towels that she hoped he wouldn't mind her using. Taking off her cloths and placing them into a neat bile, she carefully stepped into the shower and its hot flowing water. Softly she moaned to herself enjoying the cascading water flowing down her all her covers, cleaning away any dirt on her pale milky flesh. <br><br>Olivia was in the shower for no longer the 10 minutes but in that time she cleaned herself up and felt back to her normal self. Apart from the blacken bruise that was on her right leg. Clearly caused by the dart that the men had throw at her. Wrapping a towel around her slim body as stepped out of the bathroom making sure to stay as quite as she could. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her half naked. Although she was 21 and quite the attractive women, no man had ever had the chance to see her naked form and right now it was going to stay that way. Which meant she was in a bit of a problem. Her clothes wear dirty and need of cleaning and she couldn't just walk around this strangers house in a towel.&nbsp; <br><br>Creeping back into his bedroom she looked around for for something to wear. Perhaps this man had a girlfriend? Looking in a few draws it seemed there was no suck luck. There wasn't an item of female clothes anywhere from as far as she could see. Plus she didn't feel overly comfortable looking through all his draws. Seeming her next best option was to borrow an item of cloth from him, she looked for the longest t-shirt she could find. She would only need to borrow it for an hour or so, just until her clothes where dry themselves and if he minded to much then she would glad wash his shirt after she used it. <br><br>Once dried and dressed in a large shirt, that hang down her form gracefully and stopped just above the knee, she went on a search for the laundry room. The apartment was small but it had everything one needed. Walking down the hallway on tip toes she walked into the leaving and took a sneaky glance over at the man. His hand was over his face so she didn't get a good look at him but from his form he was pretty much in shape. In face Olivia had stood there a little longer then she would have liked to admit before finding her way to the small laundry room.<br><br>As her cloths got given a good wash Olivia decided on cooking the strange man a break for thanks. She had no idea what he liked but by the continence of his cupboards and fridge pancakes, eggs and bacon was on the menu. Which was good since Olivia was a goddess when it came to the kitchen and pancakes happened to be he specialty, all thanks to a family secret ingredient. Trying to be as quite as could she made way on cooking the stranger the best breakfast he would have ever had! <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 10:26:23</strong>
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				<em>The blood dripped from his fingers, splattering in crimson on the tiled floor of the hospital hallways. It coated his skin from his fingers, to his hands, all the way to his elbows. His chest was rumbling with the impossible combination of grief and rage. The blood was not his own. It belonged to the shredded corpse that used to be his best friend, a best friend that had died in his arms after The Beast had torn into him, while Mark had been kept busy by the daemonic fiends that had allied with the terrible Beast, a black entity of shadows, muscles and claws.<br><br>Several feet further, there was the corpse of his on and off again girlfriend, Jessy, who had died choking on her own blood.<br><br>He’d been too late…<br><br>Too weak…<br><br>All his friends were dead. He was all alone. The only one left that could face down these foes. He could handle multiple fiends at once, but there were so many of them and the Beast… the Beast was so immensely powerful it could very well be a divine, immortal being.<br><br>Mark roared with every fiber of his being, the rage within him winning for the first time since he was bitten. It took over his mind, delved deep into the suppressed blood lust of the wolf and set his own beast free. That night, he became the monster, a rabid, powerful werewolf that chased down the daemons with crimson blazing eyes. People stayed indoors that night, hearing the snarls and roars in the wake of so many murders by an uncatchable foe. A foe that was now handled by the mythical protector of the sleepy college and harbor town. Somehow, driven by his rage and his loss, Mark found the true strength of the wolf within, surrendered to it completely and used it to take his vengeance.<br><br>No Daemon in Port Victoria survived the night and when he finally collapsed, it was on the ectoplasmic goo that had once been the Beast. He was injured beyond recognition, though his healing factor would make sure he was unblemished within days once more… but just before he collapsed, the soulless eyes of his dead friends gazed at him…</em><br><br>With a loud growl that rumbled through the building, Mark woke up, covered in sweat, tossing the blanket aside, revealing that he wore nothing but a set of loose, comfortable pajamas bottoms. When he sat up, tanned skin rippled across his muscles, drawing attention to the tribal tattoo across his left pectoral. It was a native tribal symbol for ‘Spirit of the Wolf’ in black ink branded into his skin. As he calmed down, he felt his nose twitching with the heavenly scent of crispy bacon, stirred eggs and pancakes. His mouth started watering as his sensitive nose identified just how delicious those pancakes would be. Without a doubt, from smell alone, he could determine these were the best pancakes in the world.<br><br>Surprised, until he remembered his unbidden houseguest, he rose to his feet and let his nose lead him to the small kitchen. He found the gorgeous redhead wearing naught but his own shirt, acting like short sort of dress for her. She was incredibly gorgeous and the wolf within almost howled at her, while Mark felt a powerful surge of arousal coursing through his body. He bit his lip to fight it down. If the wolf had its way, she would be bent over the kitchen table and getting pounded into sweet oblivion, but he restrained himself, his cheeks flushing just a little at just how powerful the attraction was and how wild his bestial thoughts.<br><br>He managed to collect himself as his eyes moved from feasting obviously on her, to feasting on the spread of a rather large breakfast covering the kitchen table.<br><br>“Good morning. I see you got up all right. Healing pretty well, too, I smell. You didn’t have to cook, though, but it’s much appreciated. I’m hungry.” He greeted her. He moved besides her, filling two cups with the freshly brewed coffee shed made and smelled that she was still a little injured. He couldn’t heal her, but if he took her pain, her own healing factor could likely work better on actually mending the injuries, small as they might be.<br><br>He placed the cups on the table and turned towards her. He placed his warm, large hand on a bare part of her arm. His veins bulged as he used an ability only Alphas ordinarily could use and drained all of her pain into himself. He grit his teeth, before his own healing fought that pinprick of pain down, till he felt all residual pain in her body was gone. He let go, only then realizing he had been touching her without asking for permission. A slight blush again as he quickly let go of her.<br><br>“Sorry. I just wanted to help you. Now, how about we eat?” he suggested a little bashfully. Mark had always been shy by himself, with only the wolf granting him occasional surges of nearly dominating presence.<br><br>He sat down and dug in, relishing the delicious pancakes and the salty treats of bacon and eggs, with toast, coffee, tea and orange juice, not to mention whipped cream and something she had concocted from the fruits she had found in his pantry and fridge.<br><br>“Wow… you are a great cook! This has got to be the best breakfast I’ve ever eaten… what’s your secret?” he asked her, sounding pretty sated and awestruck, not realizing he was still topless and almost purring a little.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 16:38:52</strong>
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				Olivia was in the kitchen making sure that she was turning her pancakes at the right time when she heard some kind of rumble going though the building. "What the?" She said out loud to herself as her heart skipped a beat.&nbsp; Everything shuck around her as she quickly grabbed onto the side of the counter. It was almost like mini earthquake but with some kind of growl, almost roar like sound. "Thunder?" She questioned herself as she knew that sometimes it thundered so loud that buildings could shake.&nbsp; <br><br>Placing the last pancake on the plate she turned away to look outside the window to see if there was any signs of lightning to go with that 'thunder'. Leaning up on her tiptoes she tried to get a better few of the sky above, it was slightly cloudy outside but there didn't look much chance of more thunder and lightning. As she stood there with the long shirt slowly rising up the top half of her legs, her mind focused on the weather, she hadn't notice her hero walking into the kitchen. When the young man spoke over to her she gave a little jump and tuned on the spot. Her heart yet again skipping a bit but this not just because of a sudden sound but also by the god dam good looking man standing before her, shirtless. <br><br>Compressing the urge to gorp at him with dribble running down her chin she smiled warmly over to him, words almost at a complete lost. "Morning...It was no trouble" Olivia managed to say in her gently calming voice as she smiled warmly towards him. Her checks grew with a lightly pinky blush as she drew her eyes away from him. It seemed the guy she had liked the most in the group prom picture was him and as he came to stand next to her, pouring them both a coffee she had to try everything in her power not to reach out and touch him his perfect form. Her inner she-wolf was purring too, which wasn't helping. It seemed to want to rub herself against him, to feel his hands running across every inch of her body, feeling every curve and dip her body had to caress. <br><br>Shacking her head lightly at the urges her inner wolf was giving her, she giving herself permission to look at his perfect form with her dark hazel eyes. Taking him in she notice an unusual ink job on his arm which, Olivia couldn't help but like. She loved men with tattoos, well not overly covered in them but with the odd one here or there. She had even thought about getting a tattoo herself but she could never decided on a design. <br><br>She was about to tell him that there was no need to thank her when he reached out, placing his warm and surprisingly smooth hand on her arm. With her mouth open slightly, urging to say something but not finding the words, she watched as his muscles contracted and his veins became more pronounce. Suddenly she felt a weird feeling coming across her. The pain that she was still feel seemed to be fading, almost like he was taking it away from her. In fact she bet that was exactly what he was doing. She watched as his jaw twitched and a few moments later he let go of her arm. <br><br>Still rather speechless Olivia watched as he took up a chair at the table and she quickly followed suit, making sure the stove was off before she did. Grabbing a plate she collected some bacon, eggs and two pancakes onto her plate and happily started to tuck in as she looked over at the stranger waiting for his verdict on her cooking. She had never come across anyone who didn't like her family pancakes and when he commented on how good they where she smiled even brighter. "I'm sorry, family secret." She teased over to him with a small giggle as she popped in a bit of pancake into her mouth chewing it happily. <br><br>Once she swallowed her food she looked over at him. "Thank you..." she spoke softly, her eyes showing just how grateful she was for him saving her that night. "There's no way of me ever showing or telling you how grateful I am that you saved me last night. With out you I might not even..." she stopped her emotions building up. Since all this had happened she had pushed down everything that she was feeling in a bid to just survive. She played with her scrambled eggs with her fork pushing them around on the plate. She didn't want to cry in front of him and ruin his breakfast. <br><br>Clearing her throat and whipping away a tear that had started to trace it's way down her lightly flushed check, she smiled weakly over at him. "I'm Olivia by the way. Olivia Dawn." she said introducing herself feeling a little weird that she was wearing this mans shirt without any underwear on either. "Your...your um werewolf too right?" She asked feeling a little weird and childish asking. Before last night she had never seen another werewolf before, so all of this was pretty much new to her and suddenly all these questions where flooding into her mind. <br><br>"I'm sorry, it's just that your the first iv met who's like me...well apart from the men who, who kidnapped me." She stuttered a little bit, finding it hard to even come to terms that she was in fact been kidnapped. Saying it out loud just made it feel more real and once again she felt her eyes becoming watery and a lump in her throat. <br><br>"I'm sorry, excuse me..." Olivia asked as she got up from the table and made her way to the bathroom, not being able to hold back to tears any more. Lightly she pushed the door closed behind her and grabbed some tissues before slumping to the floor, hugging her knees up to her chest as she finally allowed herself to cry. Every emotion she had felt in the passed 24 hours come rushing through her, in an uncontrollable state. All she kept thinking of was why her? What did they want her for and why where they even looking for her in the first place? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 18:19:57</strong>
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				Mark chewed through his meal eagerly, letting the delicious sweet dough and topping of butter pancakes mingle with the crispy and salty smoked bacon cooked to perfection and the scrambled eggs, spiced just so with flavours he didn't even know could be put into something as seemingly simple as scrambled eggs. He didn't even know he possessed all these spices in his kitchen! It was heaven in his tongue and his stomach started filling up with satisfaction, while she shyly thanked him. He didn't comment right away, too busy having his mouth full of divinity to be able to talk, until he saw a tear streak down her cheek.<br><br>It seemed last night had been very traumatic for her before he found her and right now, her mind was catching up and trying to process it.<br><br>This time, before he could possibly react, she fled to his bathroom. All the while, her beautiful name and sweet, adorable voice whispered through his mind, having the wolf purring even more deep inside of him. Olivia... She was so beautiful, first so happy, then so sad, both incredibly beautiful and making his heart yearn to embrace her, tuck her away against his body and protect her against all evil out there. He was traumatised, too, once, as his nightmare revealed, and he was still dealing with it. From what he could see, last night hadn't been as terrible as his own trauma had been, but one could never underestimate psychological effects.<br><br>He wanted to protect her against the entire world. As a man would want for a woman he cared about. As a beast would protect its mate. As an Alpha would protect one of his Pack.<br><br>So, once his mouth was clear of food, he got up and walked over to his bathroom. He opened the door and snuck inside, before he leaned down over her. He didn't ask her a thing, didn't say anything. He just embraced her in his powerful arms and lifted her up as she weighed nothing. She was quite a bit smaller than him, being a slender girl while he was a tall and athletic man. He carried her easily towards the living room. He noticed she fit perfectly in his arms as he held her bridal style and her cheek rested in the crook of his neck. This felt... Right.<br><br>And it frightened him.<br><br>Mark didn't want to care about another person so much anymore. He couldn't stand the idea of losing someone precious to him again. It would break him. Yet, this girl called out to him on an instinctual level, one he could not deny as he held her close, safe, protected. <br><br>Holding her, he sat down on his only sofa as he let her cry and weep against him.<br><br>He made soft, soothing sounds, trying to help her relax, trying to comfort her. That is when he started talking. "I'm Mark Grayson. You're safe here, Olivia. This apartment is my home and I promise you, no one will get to you here. And yes, I'm a werewolf. I'm an Alpha, meaning I'm a Pack leader. Your eyes are golden when you surrender to the wolf. Mine are Crimson. That's how the a king works. And as an Alpha, it is my duty to protect any werewolf in my territory. You'll never have to thank me for helping you. I couldn't just not help when I saw you were in need. So, you don't have to cry out of fear anymore. I'm here..." He tailed off, all the hole his voice a husky whisper meant to comfort her.<br><br>"You can even stay here if you want, for as long as you need to." He finally offered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 20:06:49</strong>
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				Olivia had her head tucked in arms as she continued to sob and cry with pain and mixed emotion. She hadn't heard her rescuer join her into the bathroom but she soon felt his embrace around her. His arms wrapped around her body, lifting her up gently from the cold floor of his bathroom. Instantly she fitted into his body, her head rested against his shoulder and neck while her outer arm gently leaned up and rested on his other shoulder. She tucked her face into his chest and although she couldn't describe it she felt safe and secure, like no matter what happened she would be save in his arms. <br><br>There where no words sharing between the two but it seemed that he knew what she needed, what she and the she-wolf was craving. His touch, his embrace, his security. Although she has no idea who this man is everything between them felt strangely right, like this was where she was meant to be. It was a feeling that was confusing and for now she pushed away this explainable feeling for another time. Right now she had to much to deal, to much going on in her head all she wanted was to cry and stay safe in his arms. <br><br>Within moments her cry's turned into sobs. The way he was soothing her calmed both her and her she-wolf down. In fact it come to the point where she was almost purring in gratitude. Her body started to relax and she slowly allowed her self to uncocoon herself as his spoke to her, finally breaking the silence. <br><br>Mark Grayson. That was her hero's name and it seemed quite fitting for him too. His words where much appreciated and helped her calm down even more, even to the point where she looked up at him as he continued to talk. "Well thank you Mark..again for everything. For saving me and bringing me back to your home and even for the comfort." She said softly to him smiling up at him a little as he mention her not having to thank him.<br><br>Feeling a little more cheerful she whipped away one of the last falling tears off of her check with his shirt. "Oh sorry...I kinda forgot I was still wearing your shirt.." She added as she checks became a darker pink and she pulled the shirt down her legs a little, realized that she still wasn't wearing any panties. <br><br>"Ill wash it as soon as my clothes are done." Olivia said her voice ever so gently as she gave him a shy smile. She now felt a little bad for taking such advantage of his home. "I hope you don't mind me using you laundry room and borrow you shirt?" She asked as she looked up at him. She didn't think that he was the type to mind but still she felt rude just going head and doing so while he was sleeping. "And for using your shower and one of your towels...I promise I'll wash everything and tidy up, I know I should have asked but I didn't want to wake." she added trailing off a little as she looked down at her hands. For some reason she felt like a little girl, maybe it was knowing he was alpha or king but she didn't want him to think she was taking advantage of him or his hospitality. <br><br>"Umm if you don't mind me asking where exactly is 'here'?" Olivia asked as she looked around the room, as if to find some clue to where Mark lived. "Last night and even now... I can smell the ocean so i'm guessing where by the coast?" she guessed as she took in the new scents around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 20:45:32</strong>
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				His concern made way for a fond smile as she relaxed and even laughed a little bit. He couldn't help but let his eyes drift down to her long, shapely legs when she drew attention to them by pulling his shirt lower over her thighs, trying to hide herself. He didn't see anything, but he could definitely see the outline of her impressive bust and the shapeliness of her thighs outlined in the thin cloth. He felt something stirring between his loins, which was unfortunately directly beneath her firm, tight, sexy buttocks and she would likely feel a part of him growing harder at the view and feel of him against her.<br><br>He blushed in turn and soon, they were kind of in a circle of blushing at each other without being able to properly speak, before she blurted out her apologies for using the things shed used in his home.<br><br>He quieted her by placing his finger on her lips. He secretly liked the feeling of her very kissable lips pressing against the soft skin of his slender, but strong finger as he gently shushed her. <br><br>"Stop apologising, Olivia. You needed help. I helped you. I brought you here, knowing you would need some things to get on your feet again. So, please, stop thanking me and apologising. You've done nothing wrong at all. I just want you to be able to relax, to get yourself together, so you won't be afraid to go out there once you're ready. And till then, you can stay here, in Port Victoria. They must have chased you quite a bit if you're unused to smelling the ocean." He explained.<br><br>He brushed one of her deep red tresses behind her ear in an intimate, yet familiar gesture. All these little things came by instinct and Mark was surprised at himself. H usually wasn't so touchy feely, but somehow, he couldn't seem to stop wanting to touch her in any way imaginable. The urge to touch her even more intimately was surging at the back of his mind, but he kept restraining herself or she would have been scared of what he would be doing to her, pinning her down and doing such wicked things to her she'd be screaming in utter delight and ecstasy.<br><br>Such thoughts kept playing at the back of his mind, whispered into his soul by the wolf within. He revisited them, he had to, but it was so difficult, more difficult than ever before.<br><br>He did not realise it was the True Alpha within recognising the only possible mate for him, a powerful she-wolf of royal blood, something neither of them knew.<br><br>He groaned softly and shifted her subtly so her tight bum could not keep pressing into his undeniable, half mast erection hidden within his pants.<br><br>"So, what do you say? Do you want to stay, Olivia? Or do you want me to take you home and make sure you get there safely?" He asked her, leaving the choice to her, but the look in his piercing yes veritably begged her without words to stay with him. Mark wasn't aware of this desperate need to have her stay being visible in his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>17-02-2016, 00:22:41</strong>
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				Olivia was aware that she had starting mumbling on, a habit she did often when nervous. Without any warning Mark placed a slender finger on her soft lips. She looked crossed eyed from his finger up to his eyes. A part of deep inside of her sparked to life and she had the urge to place her naturally plump pink lips around his finger, teasing and playfully. But she suppressed the urge, and focused on him as he spoke over to her in his kind just husky voice. <br><br>Softly she smiled towards him, tempted to say that she was sorry once again for keeping apologizing to him but for now she resisted. He was so sweet and generous it was any wonder why she hadn't found any female clothing, surely a man like this would be taken? Her mind was half listening to him and half wondering if perhaps Mark was gay when he had mentioned something about Port Victoria. Instantly she broke out from all thoughts and stared at him. Port Victoria was a town across from her. They must had drove her all the way to here, but that didn't make much sense. <br><br>As she tried to make some reason into why they would bring her here, she felt in tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. The sudden affection came to a surprise to her but it felt so good. In fact she closed her eyes briefly and purred quietly to herself unaware that Mark would be able to hear her. Well it's safe to say he wasn't guy, not with this kind of affection! Her eyes fluttered opened as she felt him adjusting her on his lap and spoke over to her again, this time asking if she would stay with him till she felt ready to leave. In honesty she felt relived, she hadn't really thought about leaving or going back home but the sudden though of going back where they had kidnapped terrified her.<br><br>The look in his eyes seemed to call to her too, well not just her but her inner wolf to. It wanted her to stay to, it didn't want to "If your sure it's no trouble, I would love to stay." Olivia said over to him as her legs hanged over his lap still. "Besides, I don't think that it's safe for me. Those men in the forest...the kidnapped, me specifically. I was walking home from my internship at St Peters hospital in Graceland. One of the men followed me and when I confronted him he said that they had found me...That I was the one..." She said over to him eyes focusing on her hands as she knotted them together. <br><br>"I have no idea why me but that's all I remember, till I woke up in a barn. I was tied up and blind folded but I could smell the hay and freshly chopped wood." Olivia continued to talk freely. As she breathed in she could still smell the scent of hay and wood. "There where three of them, or three of them that came to check on me. I didn't know they where like us till I escaped. He could jump just like me and his face changed. He tried to corner me but, but I think I got his face with a pitchfork or something." her body started to shake the more she continued to talk about it all. She was surprised that she was able to talk about it so openly to him, but for some reason she felt that she needed to tell him. For him to either understand or help her. <br><br>"I remember jumping from a window and sprinting into the woods but I was lost I had no idea where I was. All I could smell around me was pine trees, forest animals and salt water. There was nothing familiar just darkness." She wrapped her arms around herself as she spoke her words a little shaky and she continued to look back on the night and all that she could remember. "They hit me with something on my leg.." Olivia added as she looked down ta her leg at the almost healed bruise. "Then I saw something, a blurred figure...you?" she asked as she looked up at him knowing already that it was.<br><br>Instantly as her eyes met with his she felt safe again. "That's all I remember from last night. The next time I opened my eyes I was in your room tucked up in bed. Thank you by the way, for giving me your bed." Olivia said over to him, giving him a little playful nudge, knowing that he wouldn't want her to thank him again but she couldn't help it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>17-02-2016, 09:26:19</strong>
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				Mark listened to her tale, while his nose kept twitching with the flood of emotions he smelled from her. He smelled security when he made his own free to stay with him. He smelled confusion at why those other wolves had targeted her and taken her here. He smelled her attraction to him, pulsing up occasionally through her emotions, particularly where brushed the strand of her hair behind her ear or when he held her in just a little closer and embrace. She was so lovely and beautiful, so innocent and shy... She was perfect. As a human, he could almost determine this instantly already, but the wolf within had known so from the first second he'd seen her. He just hoped she wouldn't smell his nearly rabid lust for her so easily! She might get scared again.<br><br>He gulped, however, as instead of getting scared, she seemed to nestle herself more costly into his arms. Mark decided he liked holding her so sweetly.<br><br>"Stop apologising, I said." He reprimanded her teasingly. "New house rule. People that apologise too much are going to get spanked!" He was joking, until the possibly dirty innuendo of his comment registered properly and he flushed bright red as well. Not that he wouldn't love to have her across his lap with her cute bum bare and moaning as he spanked her in an erotic fashion, but to be so forward... It was uncommon for him.<br><br>"I mean... Ah... I'm not going to touch you unless you want me to touch you of course. I just meant that you don't have to be apologising the whole time. I offered and you didn't ask for any of this. I'm just going to shut up now, though." He snapped his mouth shut and counted to twenty to calm down from his flash of embarrassment. He shook his head to clear the erotic tangent he had been on with spanking her, before he spoke up again.<br><br>"It's my day off and if you want to stay here, we should still return to your home. I'll go with you, so you can collect your things and I'm pretty sure you'll need some time to transfer administrative things over to this address as well... Because... Well... You're sort of moving in, right? If you want to consider it as such, I mean." He was getting flustered again, so he started babbling again. As an Alpha, as a werewolf, he was powerful and confident, but Mark Grayson had always been rather shy and timid himself, since he'd been more of a geek than anything before he'd been bitten. He was still that person, especially around pretty girls.<br><br>He got up and gently deposited her on her feet, before he said, "we should probably get dressed so we can get moving. But first, breakfast and I can start explaining just why they might have taken you to Port Victoria." Instinctively, he gently took her hand and guided her back to the dining table, where thankfully, the breakfast hadn't gone entire spoiled, though most things were nearly cold. He helped her sit down by pulling out her chair like a gentleman and poured her a new mug of coffee. He sat down as well and dug in again, but when he was finished, he started the tale of Port Victoria...<br><br>And it's grisly history of being a focal point of supernatural beliefs, being a crossroads of half a dozen ley lines and thus being a powerful location for rituals of both light and dark. <br><br>"I just don't know what they were trying to do with you, though. Is there anything special about you? I mean... More special than what I've already seen?" He asked her, blushing at his clumsy sort of flirtatious compliment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>24-02-2016, 19:17:28</strong>
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				Olivia couldn't help but giggle at his comment about the new house rule he had just made up and when he started to mumble on she giggle even more, finding his quirk to be cute and adorable on him. From the picture she saw in his room she wouldn't have picked him out to be so shy and nervous around girls. In her eyes he was a very attractive guy and he seemed to have a sweet ad kind personality to go with it. If he hadn't been blushing and a teasing her with naughty house rules she would have almost thought him to bat for his own team.<br><br>Olivia listen as Marked talked about going back to her house and collecting some of her clothing and belongs so that she could stay with him a while. He seemed more then happy to have her here with him and for as long as she wanted or needed which she was very grateful for. Since it was spring break she would be home alone for the next week or so and that idea frightened her. Even the thought of having to go back there to collect her clothing items was enough to make her very nervous but luckily Mark said that he would be taking her and going with her, so if those men where at her house waiting for her at least she had him. <br><br>"Hey, I said I would stay for a while don't worry OK? And thank you for coming with me to get my things." Olivia said as she blushed as he took her hand and lead her to the dinning table where a much colder breakfast was now waiting. She smiled brightly over at Mark as he pulled out her chair for her and thanked him again as she sat down and he brought her a fresh cup of coffee. As he spoke she happily started to tuck into her food and listened about his town and everything mythical and magical to do with it shouldn't couldn't help but stare in astonishment. Ok so she knew there must be other people like her and other creatures and beings too but all this was some thing out of movie. At least she got a few answer to some of her questions but there was still that golden question. Why her? And even Mark seemed confused too. <br><br>"Thank you but Um as fare as I know i'm as normal as can be. Well apart from being a werewolf." Olivia said with a small giggle as she sipped on her coffee. "Oh hold on I need to put my washing in the dryer!" she stated quickly as she rushed off of her set to his laundry room. "Is there any washing you want me to put on for you?" she called over to him as she turned the dryer on and walked back into kitchen. "Oh wait..there is something I can do but I don't see how if could be much use to anyone else. I mean it could be a werewolf thing anyways but..." she felt a little nervous about telling him her little gift. It was something she had never shared with anyone and it was something very personal of her but something deep inside her, perhaps her little shewolf, felt like she could trust him. <br><br>"I can kinda dream walk..." She said rather quietly though she bet with his super wolf hearing he would be able to tell what she said. "I can take over the mind of a living thing. See things from their eyes and almost read their minds." she added as she nervously looked over at him feeling rather much like a freak now she was actually telling someone about her ability. "Not that i'v done it to many humans just animals in the woods...kinda seeing how they see the world kinda thing..." She said worried that he might think she abused her ability of something, which she would never do. "So dose that make me overly special?" Olivia asked as she watched him closely waiting for his reaction. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>24-02-2016, 23:31:39</strong>
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				Mark was grateful she didn't seem to respond overly to his embarrassing comments. Maybe he was lucky in this for once. He didn't mean to seduce her, but she had such a powerful effect on him, unintentionally flirtatious comments seemed to keep slipping out, embarrassing him further and further. All she did was giggle cutely, though, a sound that had his inner wolf howling in delight. He shushed it as he listened to her confession. She could walk amongst dreams, into the minds of others, see and hear what they saw and hear, sometimes even read their thoughts? Well, that was definitely a powerful ability. One he'd never heard of before except in legends of native skin walkers.<br><br>Still...<br><br>Was that reason enough to try and kidnap her and take her to Port Victoria?<br><br>"Um... That's definitely an ability I haven't heard about yet, but you wouldn't be the first werewolf with a more unique ability. So far, every werewolf I've encountered seemed to have some minor differences with others in their specific abilities. I don't know everything there is to know about werewolves, far from it. I'm a bitten one and I know there are also born ones, who have more specific unique abilities, all of them more or less different. Perhaps hereditary? I assume you were a born werewolf, since you haven't ever seen another werewolf, so you weren't bitten. Perhaps you inherited that specific ability?" He rambled his thoughts.<br><br>He stroked his jawline with his fingers, frowning slightly in thought.<br><br>"I wouldn't know. While it sounds like a powerful ability, too, I'm not sure what they were trying to accomplish anyway. Unless they had a way to steal your power and take it for their own, or somehow make you obey them. Neither of those things is impossible, but still very difficult, unless they are cooperating with a Druid or some other kind of magic user or demon. Even then it's still difficult..." He mused aloud. He was subconsciously painting a rather dark image of the supernatural world, as dark as his own tale had likely hinted at already.<br><br>"I can do a couple of things, too, that few others can, but many of those things are more because of being an Alpha than being truly unique. The only thing I can do that no one else had ever heard about is that I can shatter magic with my roars and howls." He admitted in a show of solidarity, so she knew his secret ability, too. After all, he only used it against those he had too kill, only used it a couple of times even. Few of his friends had known and none of them were alive, either, so besides himself and now her, no one knew about this power that often gave him the edge against those that could use magic of some sort.<br><br>"Well, as soon as you're ready, we can go." He offered.<br><br>He didn't own a car, but with his work and his simple needs, he had enough funds for a cab ride. She lived in the next city, so it wouldn't be too expensive. He estimated about two hundred fifty dollars back and forth. Quite a bit, but he could miss it and they'd have a whole car to themselves to load up with all her things, instead of having to drag everything with them on a bus or train.<br><br>"I'll call a cab." He told her decisively. He got up and dialled the number, explaining what he needed for the day. "He will be here in fifteen minutes. I'm going to take a quick shower, too." He told her. Before he slipped out. Being used to living alone, he stripped off his pants on the way to the bathroom, leaving him naked except for his boxers, till the door to the bathroom shut and he started his shower.<br><br>Ten minutes later, still a little moist, his outfit clinging to him, he was ready to go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>01-03-2016, 20:03:57</strong>
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				Olivia was pleasantly surprised with the way that Mark acted towards her gift. She didn't really know how he was going to react but the thought of him grabbing a camera and asking her to preform her gift had crossed her mind. In fact it was one of the reasons why she had never told anyone before. The 'normal' world knew so little about their kind and plenty other beings and beats out there. Hell there was a loads of things that Olivia didn't know about the supernatural world too. Before last night&nbsp; she had never even met another werewolf. She was still very much a novice in all of this and learning everything as she went along. But It was comforting knowing that most werewolf's and something unique about them, wither it be small or big. <br><br>When he, mentioned his was bitten and turned into a werewolf she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Olivia had never been bitten, or from what she could remember anyways. As far as she was concerned she was born a werewolf. She was adopted and she knew that her foster parents weren't werewolf's so that just meant her biological parents must have been. She could'n't imagine how that had been, the pain and agony having to go through that. Plus much like herself he would had to learn everything the hard way too, by themselves. <br><br>Lightly Olivia nodded to him as he suggest she was a born wolf, although it appeared he was merely talking to himself trying to find the answers to their questions. With more attention then she had liked she watched as he stroke his jawline, finding that she would much rather be doing that then him. She gave a little jump as he spoke again, snapping out of her thoughts of sitting on his lap playing with his stubble with her slim smooth fingers. The thought of it had even made her inner she wolf purr, though luckily he seemed to much in though to have notice. <br><br>Now Mark seemed to show the darker side of the supernatural world. Luckily till yesterday Olivia had a rather peaceful and 'normal' life. But she had a feeling last night was a whole new start for something far darker in her life and that for some reason Mark may only be her light to guide her through it. A little nervously she come back over and stat back down on her chair while still listening to Mark and picturing a mini her turned into a zombie like figure unable to even control herself. It seemed that other then getting bitten by a werewolf Mark had, had a few encounter with the less welcoming kinds. <br><br>Luckily though Mark moved the subject on and even spoke more about himself, which Olivia didn't mind at all. After all if was nice getting to know her, handsome hero more. As he spoke about being an Alpha and his own unique gift her inner she wolf had seemed to pip up once again. It purred deep inside of her almost like a flirtatious growl. It was hard for her to describe but it seemed it was impressed too. "Wow...that's pretty cool..." Olivia said trying to hide the purr of her inner wolf. "Oh yes of course my clothes should be dry in a couple of minutes, ill just put the dish in the sink and get ready." She added with a warm smile feeling slightly nervous about heading back home. Wondering if any unwanted guests would be waiting for her. <br><br>As he made he was to the bathroom Olivia couldn't help but stair over at him as he so nicely took of his night pants. She hadn't realized she had been leaning on the chair, trying to see as much of him for as long as possible till she almost fell on the floor, the chair giving way slightly. "AH!" She cried out as she quickly but un elegantly regained her posture. Taking a glance to the bathroom door she was please to see that he had not heard nor seen what had happen. With her checks bright red she continued to place the dirty dishes into the skin and letting them soak in water. <br><br>When Mark returned back into the dinning area Olivia was also dressed to, in her denim shorts and dark green tank top, with the added item of freshly clean underwear which she was very grateful for! It had felt a little weird being around Mark with just his long shirt on. She had gotten ready in the laundry room, knowing that Mark would want his room to get dressed in. Finishing tucking in her tank top into her shorts Olivia looked over at Mark and stopped dead in her tracks, seeing how nicely his clothes hugged his figure. <br><br>"Er...nice shirt..." she said trying to act as if she was just admiring the top and not the gently outlines of his stomach. "Ill just grab my shoes and we can go." she added as she walked passed not making eye contact and slightly blushing. By the time she was fully ready the cab driver peeped up to them, letting them know he was outside. "Hey just in time!" she said happily as she had recovered from her blush a few minutes ago. <br><br>Stepping out onto the busy streets Olivia felt the cool air hitting her bare shoulders. The only items of clothing that she had was what was already on her body. The jumper and handbag that she had was left behind when the other werewolf's had kidnapped her last night. Suddenly she become more aware of her surrounds and seemed to stop dead on the streets, looking left to right for some sign of the men from before. Her heart started to best a little faster in her chest, panic rising though her. Her panic only eased when Mark joined her at her side, reminding her that she wasn't going though this alone. <br><br>Felling less anxious she made her way into the back seats of the cab, secretly grateful for the warmth within. "12 Oaks Grade, Graceland please." Olivia said of the driver once Mark was inside. Olivia's house was a small but homely. It was only her, her best friend Becky and their pet border collie Daisy, who lived in the two bedroom detached house. They had a small front garden with a white wooden fence around the outside which was very much the style that followed throughout the street. At back was a larger garden filled with colorful flowers that had just started to show signs of blossoming.&nbsp; <br><br>In a way Olivia couldn't wait to get back to see Daisy but she was worried about who else might be waiting for her. Trying to take her mind off of things she decided to ask Mark a few questions. Since it would take a good hour or so to get there what better way to spend their time? "So I notice some study books around your room this morning, your training to be a vet right?" She asked inquisitively. "How long have you been studying for?" She continued to ask as she made herself comfortable in the cab.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>02-03-2016, 11:48:35</strong>
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				Mark was wearing well fitting, slightly faded jeans of a casual cut. He was also wearing a t-shirt in a dark red colour with the logo of the local college stretched across the front in yellow. It wasn't a muscle shirt, but he was so muscular and had still been slightly moist fro my he shower so it clung rather tightly to his skin. He didn't wear more, since being a male werewolf had him generating a lot of heat. It was a natural evolution meant to keep one's mate warm ,even though he didn't have a mate.<br><br><em>Yet!</em> the wolf within purred in his mind.<br><br>Thanks to his sharpened senses, equal or even slightly more sensitive than hers, he had definitely heard her klutzy moment when he had walked away, to great satisfaction of the wolf and to the bashful embarrassment of his human side. As a man, he was definitely pleased to hear and smell her physical attraction to him, no matter how embarrassing it was to actually smell just how attracted someone was. Unfortunately, the major parts of this all that embarrassed him was both the invasion of her privacy in him smelling this, but also the not so insignificant part where she should have the same sense of smell as him and thus smell his own immense attraction to him as well. Or perhaps, since she was a born werewolf, she had grown so accustomed to smells that she barely noticed them at all on a conscious level.<br><br>Soon, they were seated in the cab and he was well aware of how nervous and almost fearful she was of the situation. His presence seemed to help, but the scent of her fear was something he did not want to have to smell, since it made him feel inadequate. He reached out as they were driving to Graceland and gently took her hand in his with a tenderness that belied his powerful physique. The touch was tantalising and sparkling. Warmth and pleasure buffeted through his body originating fro mother sensation of her soft skin and delicate hand in his own as he held it protectively, almost possessively.<br><br>"Yes, I'm studying to be a veterinarian. I'm in my fourth year, doing a part time internship at one of the local clinics and next year, I get to start a two year residency so I can graduate. That will be six years total for an education that's usually seven years, but I did plenty of summer courses and I was already doing assistant work at the local clinic since high school. It was my student job since I've been sixteen years old. I always thought it be a cool job and I've got some advantages either my senses, since I can usually smell what kind of injury or disease an animal has and my sort of... Aura, I suppose, as an alpha, helps keep them calm. And like I did last night, I can actually take pain away from people and animals to a degree, which also helps keep animals calm before we can tranquillise them." He told her.<br><br>From his voice and the sparkly in his eyes, it was obvious he was passionate about his chosen profession and education. He wasn't good enough with other people, always having been slightly socially awkward, to be a medical doctor for humans, though of course, many parts of being a veterinarian were compatible with human medicine practice, so he could perform many more basic medical surgeries and treatments on humans, too, at least to the level equal of paramedic doctors. It was all part of the basic medical training any medicinal education offered. Only the anatomy courses greatly varied and he lacked the specialisations required to work in a human hospital. While being multidisciplinary, plastic surgery, neurology and other such fields were not part of his educational package.<br><br>"What about you?" He asked. "Didn't you mention you were a nurse of some kind? Moving in with me means you've got to get a new job in Port Victoria, but good nurses are always wanted, so it should be easy to get transferred to a local hospital. Are you also still studying?" He questioned her in turn, before he realised what al lie was asking of her.<br><br>He softly squeezed her hand and sought eye contact.<br><br>"I'm sorry that it seems like I'm changing so much in your life, but it's the only way I can protect you. You don't have to go along with everything I say, you know. If you want out or if you want to do things differently as to how I propose them, I want you to tell me, all right? I want you to be honest at all times and tell me your opinion. I won't bite. I promise. Unless you want me to, of course." He told her. The last part he blurted out flirtatiously, before he could control his mouth. He blushed slightly at the forward flirtation, but tried to appear unaffected and confident at the same time, while he licked his slightly elongated canines as his eyes flared searing Crimson for the blink of an eye as the wolf within showed itself.<br><br>Being a human blended with a dangerous and instinct driven beast was a difficult combination of self control.<br><br>They pulled over at her place in Graceland. Apparently, the drive had been shorter than expected and he'd been talking about his passion for being a veterinarian a lot longer than he realised. He hopped out of the car and opened her door for her, offering a gentlemanly hand to her, before he turned towards her apartment.<br><br>"Looks like a cosy place. Do you have dog, though? Border collie, I smell and a roommate?" He sounded slightly puzzled, before he squeezed her hand again. "Hey, really, don't worry. I'm here. There is no one around here that will harm you." He could tell thanks to his sensitive nose and supernatural senses for others with a supernatural power.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>06-03-2016, 00:24:36</strong>
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				Olivia hadn't notice him reach for his hand till she felt him knotting their fingers and the sudden spark that come rushing over too. It had her whole body awaken, even her timid she wolf purred in reaction, though since her encounter with Mark her she wolf had been on it's most watchful state, eager to pip up to any sort of attraction that she felt from the Alpha. Even the scent of the man had her feeling more desirable and attracted and although she couldn't explain it her inner wolf seemed to think he felt the same way though she wasn't to sure that was just in her head or not. <br><br>A light blushed graced her checks as gently squeezed his hand as a silent thank you. It was a simple gesture but if helped calm down the nervous that was fluttering around Olivia. It was hard for to believe that a man who is practically a stranger to her was helping her so much. He had saved her and now was willing to put up with her while this whole mess was going on. He was really one of a kind but in another sense it wasn't like she had anyone else to go to either. She had a hell of a lot to thank this man for and for as long as she was staying with him she would let him now how thankful she was. <br><br>Being a Veterinarian suited him, she could tell that already. It was the way even with her he was so gently and kind. Plus his werewolf abilities would help him greatly too, like they helped her with her chosen filed of work. Although she bet their wolfy abilities work better on animals then it did on humans. Once upon a time Olivia had thought about being a Veterinarian but she got way to attached to animals to quickly. Humans she could keep at a distance and not let her emotions get the better of her. That's not to say she wasn't a caring nurse, no quite the opposite, she had a huge passion for what she did. <br><br>Just like Nursing was a huge passion for her, the way he talked about being a Veterinarian and what it means to be able to help them she knew that he had a deep passion for what he did too. And although she would never admit it to him it was quite an attraction to see a man so passionate about something that they cared so deeply about. "It's nice to see someone so passionate about what they study and I can imagine how handy our extra abilities can be in your line of work!" Olivia replied over to him with a little giggle. <br><br>"Yes that's right, I'm training to be a nurse, though I am in my last year of studies now. After this next term i'm on my own!" She added with a little dramatic tone in her voice when saying the last sentience. "I should be able to transfer with no issues, like you said good nurses are always wanted!" She commented with a giggle. It wasn't unusual for people to move to different towns and cities so transfers where never much of a problem, unless you wasn't a great nurse but Olivia had high praises and she was already offered a permanent job at the hospital she was in now.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As he squeezed her hand she looked over at him and met his eyes with hers. This all did feel so sudden and scary but she honest didn't know any other way to do this. "No it's alright. I mean for now staying with you is the best idea. In Graceland there's no one there I could go to for help, I couldn't explain this to anyone. Besides it seems right." Olivia confessed as she checks blushed once again. "I mean being with you, my own kind." She added trying not to have sound to forward with her words before. <br><br>Luckily though they soon arrived at her house. She had even notice them passing a sign saying Welcome To Graceland. She had been to focused on Mark and there work to have paid much attention about her surrounds. As her eyes drifted away from his, which she notice for a second had changed color and her inner wolf all put purred and was eager to show itself too. She looked over at her small house feeling both happy to be back and nervous too. It was strange but suddenly she didn't feel save here anymore, all she wanted to do was collect her things, Daisy and get back to Port Victoria. <br><br>"Oh thank you Mark!" Olivia said with a bright smile as she watched him open her door. It had taken her by surprise having him be such a gentlemen towards her as he held out his hand. In honesty no guy had ever done this to her before and she rather liked it. Stepping out of the car though a wash of nervous fluttered over her. She took a deep breath taking in any unfamiliar scent but lucking as Mark smelt everything seemed normal and with the reassurance from Mark too she eased up. <br><br>"Well i'm not sure about that, I mean you did just say you'll bite me if I so choose..." Olivia purred back over to him her playful wolf peeking through her shy self. "Have you ever thought though, that maybe i'm the that might bite?" She added in an almost whisper as she lightly pressed her body against him, her hand still holding his. Feeling that her she wolf had, had enough fun being bold and flirty she shyly pushed her back down and moved back away from him giving a light nervous cough. It was very unlike her to be so flirtatious, yes she would joke around and have a laugh with the guys but Becky, her roommate was the outgoing flirt out of the two of them. <br><br>"Um sorry...we best hurry, I don't want to whip up a big cab bill for you..." Olivia said feeling slightly embarrassed by her own forwardness. "Besides I bet Daisy can sniff us and is dying to see us!" She added a cheerfully as she talked about her pet dog. A little reluctantly she let go of his hand and made her way up the garden path and almost on point Daisy started to bark through the door happily and eagerly. "Hey Daisy don't worry I'm here now!" Olivia said cheerfully through the door as she bent over and peeked through the letterbox, seeing a very happy and excited black and white border Collie. Standing up right she reached over for her bag, which she was quick to notice she didn't have. "Um I don't have my bag, or my keys!" Olivia said a little alarmingly feeling worried that the kidnappers may have her belongings. <br><br>Just then an elderly lady called over from next door. "Olive dear! Over here!" It was her neighbor Maggie who has lived on this street from the day it had been finished built. She was in her 80's but looked more like 60 and had one of those cheeky personalities where she was an expert at saying what ever came to her mind, no matter how inappropriate. Plus she always had a positive nature, always seeing the best in things. That could be why Becky and Olivia loved her so much. <br><br>"Oh hey Maggie whats up?" Olivia called over trying not to let on that there was a problem. "I have your hang bag dear! I found it on my morning walk, I thought you might have dropped it on her way to work!" Maggie said brightly as she held out her hang bag. "Oh Maggie thank you!" Olivia gasped happily as she rushed over to collected her bag and checking inside to make sure that everything was there and luckily it was. Her purse, keys, jumper even a packed of chewing gum! "I was in such a rush this morning, caring an extra bag for my scrubs. It wasn't till I go to work I notice, I thought I left it at home!" She lied over to Maggie, not feeling comfortable in doing so but telling her truth would be so much more complicated. <br><br>"Well dear aren't you lucky I found it! And who's this young man of yours?" Maggie said a little louder as she looked over Olivia's shoulders on tip toes to see the young Mark standing by the door. "He's very hot dear, I'm telling you if I was 40 years younger!" she added a little quieter with a wink to Olivia though Olivia knew he would still be able to hear her. "Oh um this is Mark my friend, ill be staying with him for a while." Olivia replied as she smiled over at Mark, her checks a little pink from her outgoing neighbor's comments. "Oh well I hope your 'friend' takes <em>good</em> care of you dear. He looks like he could go all night..." Maggie said with a wink, believe that the term friend was being used for something much more. Olivia's checks went bright red as she stood frozen on the spot, not daring to look over at Mark. "Maggie!" she said in horror not knowing what else to say. "What dear?! I'm just saying..." Maggie replied with one of her cheeky grins. <br><br>Wishing that the ground would eat her up, Olivia shock her head. "Anyway's thank you Maggie for keeping my bag safe, I best get going we have a cab waiting for us." Olivia said as she thanked Maggie with a warm smile before turning on her heals and heading back to the front door, her eyes never once meetings his as she felt way to embarrassed. All her embarrassment seemed to lift as soon as the door open and she was greeted eagerly by Daisy, who pounced up at her playfully. "Hello Daisy my big girl! Did you miss?" she said over to her as Daisy rolled over on her back for a good belly rub. <br><br>When her eyes spotted Mark however she drew her attention to him and started acting a little differently. Rubbing her body lightly over his legs, much like a cat before sitting there with her tail flicker from side to side. Instinctively Olivia stood in front of Mark slightly and looked down at Daisy, her inner wolf growling lightly towards her, warning that Mark was her mate. Suddenly aware of what she was doing she shock her head and moved away from them both, allowing Daisy to get some fuss from Mark. "Ah um sorry Daisy... Mark. Ill just go grab my things. Umm she is ok to come with right? I should had mentioned her before. Becky, my room mate, shes away for the next few weeks so I don't have anyone else to look after her and I don't want her to go to shelter." Olivia asked over to mark, feeling slightly guilty that she hadn't mention a dog.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>06-03-2016, 09:09:20</strong>
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				"Money isn't a concern when it comes to helping someone, Olivia. I'm glad to pay as long as it gets you safely with me." He answered, his own blush lightly staining his cheeks. He had never been so forward with a girl before. It wasn't like he was rich or suave, either. He made do with his scholarship and the payment he got for his internship, but that was it. His savings were depleted and most of the money he made was spent on food, since a wolf was often hungry and good meat wasn't exactly cheap, either.<br><br>Then again, if she came to live with him, she would likely take part in the rent and commodities, too, allowing him a far easier budget.<br><br>He really didn't care about money, though.<br><br>He had to admit to himself that he cared most about getting this beautiful and timid redhead to smile for him. He yearned for the sound of her lovely, shy giggles and the delight she exuded with the smallest of his attentive gestures towards her. Her innocence was mesmerising and the look in her beautiful eyes... As if he were showing her a whole new side to the world she knew up till that point. The delight and joy she radiated at his helping hand was all the payment he would ever need. It was intoxicating to see and smell, addictive, too.<br><br>"I'm sure I can imagine a few situations where you'd have no choice but to bite me." He purred, again blurting it out before his brain to mouth filter could engage properly. Even so, a part of him wouldn't even want to take back those words. Perhaps if she had been shocked or appalled, he would take them back and apologise profusely, but despite her tacit shyness, he could only smell her satisfaction with the flirtatious words he blurted out each time and he could smell her arousal spiking each time. Almost as if it were a devilish game between them, two strangers that found each other and would now spend a lot of time together in close proximity.<br><br>He couldn't help but listen as she conversed with her chatty, elderly neighbour and while he blushed at this Maggie's words, he couldn't help but comment about them to when Olivia headed to her front door and started fumbling with her keys in that adorably timid demeanour of hers. He stood right behind her all of a sudden, his body moving by itself, driven by instinct, as he whispered, "You do know all about the stamina us werewolves possess don't you? Running around for hours at night without getting tired... Your neighbour does have the right idea. A male werewolf can keep going all night..." His voice had become a husky purr, just as she opened the doors. His pheromones were thick in the air and affected even the female dog, Daisy, a gorgeous border collie, who rubbed herself against him like a dog in heat the moment she saw him.<br><br>He leaned down and petted her fondly. The dog acted almost like a cat, purring and twitching her tail as if she'd found a new master.<br><br>He also liked the growl coming from Olivia that sung with possessive jealousy and warning.<br><br>His eyes flashed Crimson just once when she caught his gaze, before he answered, "hush you. Go get packed. I'll keep Daisy here occupied. She is more than welcome. You might have guessed, but I'm quite good with animals." He answered her concern cheekily and winked at her. He motioned for Olivia to get inside and start packing. "We can load up the entire cab, so pack everything you can imagine. I want your stay with me to be comfortable and this sweetheart here has to be comfortable, too, now doesn't she? Doesn't she? Yes, you're a good girl!" He cooed at the dog petting it, rubbing it through its wild black and white fur.<br><br>"You're almost as cute as your boss, girl. Almost just as beautiful, too." He kept cooing, winking at Olivia again, to the giggling delight of Maggie, who had come over.<br><br>"Oh, you are the perfect man for sweet little Olive here." She giggled, clapping her hands together. "And up close you look even more impressive. So handsome! Her first catch ever is definitely the best possible one, too. You are a keeper!" She insisted, aiming to get Olivia even more flustered, because the girl was just too cute and shy for her own good.<br><br>"You've definitely got to give him... Everything... You can, sweetie. Won't want to lose such a fine specimen. And he's good with pets, too, that's saying a lot about a man!" She continued. Mark blushed as well as he got up and offered his hand to shake. "Miss Maggie, isn't it? It's a pleasure to meet you. I promise you, I'll take good care of her." He promised sincerely with those intense eyes of him backing up his intent. <br><br>"Oh, nobody's called me a miss in a long time. I really like this one, Olivia." She almost purred now, giving him a very obvious once over from up close. "Don't worry, I can tell you've got everything you need to take... Really... Good care of my Olivia. Have fun girl!" The elderly lady was practically crowing, before she sauntered off back to her home, still giggling, her need for juicy gossip satisfied for now. Soon, the entire neighbourhood would now that the sweet and shy virgin of the neighbourhood had bagged herself a hunk of an Adonis, the type of man that would have her walking bow legged for the rest of her life. Everyone would be delighted. Olivia was known as a very shy, but incredibly kind, caring and helpful girl. She was very popular and everyone would be glad that she didn't have to go through a string of bad apples to get a good one!<br><br>Mark was left chuckling, feeling a bit bewildered and flustered as well as Hurricane Maggie had passed by.<br><br>He moved into the house and picked up the first two bags as if they weighed nothing and moved them to the cab, placing them into the trunk, while Daisy darted around happily and excitedly. Even she could smell that her mistress now had an alpha male of her own. Life was good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>09-03-2016, 00:39:28</strong>
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				Olivia didn't know how to comment back to his sexy alluring purr of words at how much stamina a male werewolf has and their ability to be able to go on all night. Her checks blushed deeper and she tried not to make direct eye contact with him as she knew her inner wolf was liking the idea of the fun they could get up to all night. Unlike her bold inner wolf, Olivia was quite the shy character and thus found herself lacking experience in the bedroom department. It wasn't that she was fussy or as such just that she was waiting for that one guy that she felt a strong bond too, that made her feel safe, wanted, loved and all that other stuff. <br><br>So as much as both her and her inner wolf was enjoying the flirts and sexual jester she also felt nervous and very timid. Sex wasn't something she wanted to jump into and as much as her inner wolf seemed to crave Mark's touch, she would just have to wait till she felt ready. If she ever felt ready with Mark that is.<br><br>For a moment her eyes met his as he shushed her when she was worried if Daisy could come too. It was true he seemed to have a natural way with animals, even Daisy; who could be fussy at times seemed to enjoy his presence well. Although perhaps a little to well for Olivia's inner wolf. Quickly Olivia headed up stairs and started to pack her clothing first in some spare suitcase under her bed. Withing a few minutes she had the smallest sized suitcase filling with her underwear, socks and tights and took that down stairs. <br><br>Catching Mark's eyes he winked over at her again which seemed to add color back into her checks again before she rushed back upstairs to pack the rest of her clothes. As she reached the top of the landing however she heard Maggie's voice down stairs. <em>'Ah nooo..' </em> she muttered to herself knowing that Maggie would end up saying more embarrassing things, this time to Mark himself. Olivia knew that Maggie meant no harm but still she could be really <em>really</em> embarrassing at times! <br><br>Within moments Olivia was coming back down the stairs with another suit case in her hands. It was quick and easier for her to pack since she kept her clothes very organised. I habit which her roommate Becky always found hard. Just packing for her spring break holiday took her almost a week of deciding. But then again Olivia was flying to a different country. She was just going up the road to the next town over. The weather was almost the same as it was here, perhaps a little chiller due to the open air of the sea but still her wardrobe contained everything she would need or could want. <br><br>Sadly though Olivia came down just in time to hear Maggie's comments on Mark being the first man she had brought home. As one might guess Becky was more of the character to bring men home then Olivia so it would be no doubt that with Maggie being the first to know, the street would soon be updated of Olivia's first man in chosen. Olivia was to embarrassed to have commented back on what Maggie was saying. Luckily Mark didn't seem too taken back by the outgoing women and even introduced himself kindly. Olivia couldn't help but smile at his wards too knowing and feeling that he meant every ward that he said. <br><br>When Maggie left Olivia walked over to where Mark stood, waving goodbye to Maggie. " I will Maggie, stay safe!" She called over before her eyes drifted over at Marks, a playfully look playing in her eyes for a moment as her wolf dancing with excitement at the kind of games she would like to play with him. "Want a hand?" She asked softly over to him but it looked like he had the bags under control. "Ill just go finish packing. I only have a few more things left and Daisy's stuff to pack then we can head back." Olivia said with a warm smile as she bent down and made some fuss over Daisy. "Looks like im not the only excited one huh?" she teased over to her dog as she barked up happily. <br><br>Giggling at Daisy, Olivia made another trip upstairs and packed the rest of her things. All together she had packed most, if not all of her clothing which includes her work scrubs, tops, different bottoms, shoes of all kinds, scarfs, her favorite black leather coat and who could forget a few elegant and party dresses?! Just encase any events appeared where she needed to look her best. In her travel bag she placed in her makeup bag, perfumes, shower gel and hair products, which was placed in a separate bag encase of spilling before she added in some sentimental items. <br><br>A picture of her and her step parents together out camping when she was around 14 years old. The picture meant a lot to her as it was one of the first times she was able to be in her wolf form without worrying about humans being near her. She had learnt a lot about herself that summer and it had helped her greatly in the years to come. There was also another picture she packed of a group of her closest friends. Of course Becky her room mate and best friend was in the picture too, with her shinny golden hair that blew perfectly in the wind. The two had been friends for many years but although she could trust her with anything, the secret of her being a werewolf was just also to great. A fear of losing her as a friend always come to mind and was a big part of why she had never told her. Along with the pictures she also packed a teddy bear named Mr Fluffy that she had from the age of 4 and with that her packing was almost complete. <br><br>Dragging the last suitcase down the stairs along with her travel bag she gave a large sign of relief. "Well that's my stuff done!" She said a little flustered, eager to get everything packed so the cab driving was forced to wait long. Though she doubted he mind with the amount of money he would be making from them both. "Ill just quickly pack Daisy's stuff and I should be all done!" She added a brightly as Daisy jumped up at her name being mentioned again. Giggling she made her way into the kitchen and grabbed a carrier bag for Daisy's food and toys. Though Daisy was eager enough to keep hold of her own bunny shaped teddy Muffins. "Ahh we mustn't forget about him must we?" Olivia tease down at Daisy as she waggled her tail happily, clearly sensing that they where leaving. <br><br>"Would you mind grabbing her lead off the hook?" she asked over at Mark as she nodded towards the hooks on the wall. "Oh would you mind taking this for me I just want to grab a couple of things from upstairs that iv forgotten!" She added as she handed him the bag full of food and toys and dashed upstairs before he could reply. With in a few moments she was carefully walking down stairs, taking one step at a time. <br><br>Wrapped around her, was her purple floral print duvet while in her hands she held two pillows with matching covers of them too. Her red hair and flushed face was peeking out above the pillows as she tried to watch her step. Miss calculating her next step, Olivia screamed out as she went flying, sending the pillows in the air as she made a bid to catch hold of something.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Arkaniel</strong> on <strong>09-03-2016, 10:52:36</strong>
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				Mark was acting very much out of character, a blending between his usually shy and timid self as a&nbsp; socially awkward geek, which was his normal behaviour, and the brazen, flirtatious, dominant seducer, which was, apparently, the true side of his wolven spirit. He was embarrassed at some of the things that he blurted out in such husky tones he had never used before. The wolf was almost purring in delight, though, urging him to take it further and further, till the lovely, chosen but not yet acknowledge or obtained mate to the Alpha would be ravenous for him. The wolf liked the smell of her flustered, but alluring arousal, the powerful thrum of her barely controllable attraction to him, the struggle of conflicting desires and feelings and rational thought.<br><br>Both the Alpha and the mate would have to learn to let go of rational thought and learn to go with the flow of their instincts. It was mind boggling, just how much their instincts were just screaming at them to rip off each other's clothes and get to the down and dirty, yet somehow, they managed to keep resisting!<br><br>Mark asserted a tight self control again after Olivia nearly fled. He valued his humanity and after struggling against a disproportionally strong inner wolf for years of full moons, he was quite skilled at reeling its desires for violence and now, apparently, for Olivia, back. He made sure to deposit her luggage properly in the trunk of the cab, with the cabbie looking on in faint amusement at the scene of the blossoming young love amid the teasing elderly neighbour that acted like a mother hen for the girl. Hey, as a cabbie, he had to get his jollies somewhere. And the kid was paying well, so it was a win-win situation.<br><br>Mark heard a squeak and quick as a flash, he ran inside, just in time, reaching the hallway, the bottom of the stairs, as Olivia landed on top of him. Unlike an ordinary human, he didn't go down under her weight. He didn't even stumble. He caught her in velvet skin wrapped muscles of steel, with the fortitude of an oaken tree as she flailed against him with downward momentum. His arms closed around her, shifting her, till he held her close in bridal style, her red tresses fluttering all over him as he gazed down at her with a tender amount of fond exasperation.<br><br>"I can't leave you alone for ten seconds, can I? It's a good thing you're moving in with me. Allows me to keep a proper eye on you. It's needed, apparently." His voice was teasing, but equally as tender as the look in his eyes. He couldn't deny that his body yearned for her, but his very soul seemed to go out to her as well. It was too soon to speak of love of any kind, but already, he knew that he would not want to see harm come to the lovely lady in his arms. A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he held her close and felt the swell of her shapely breast against his chest, while their eyes were locked together.<br><br>"To prevent further accidents, I'm going to carry you outside, all right?" He teased her. He leaned down, picked up her final bags while still carrying her, and moved outside, towards the cab. He let the bags land in the trunk, which the cabbie then closed, before Mark finally put the cute, yet adorably clumsy girl on her feet next to the back door of the car.<br><br>"I think you've got everything. You said your roommate was gone for a little while, but why don't you call her and tell her that you've moved, that she is definitely welcome to visit and that if she wants, since I believe you're also friends, I can help her find a place in Port Victoria, too. It's unfortunate that I can't leave Victoria. It's my territory and there are too many supernatural hubs of power to leave undefended, else I would have made it easy for you and just come to live around here. That doesn't mean I want to seclude you from all you've known." He told her sincerely.<br><br>"In a pinch, she can even stay with us for a little while, but that's a tight fit." He mentioned, though again, he was blushing at the idea of what people would think when there were two hot girls living at his place.<br><br>Neither of them knew at that moment that fate had already decided the Becky would become the next new member of his Pack... Though her romantic fate was undecided as of yet. The odds of her becoming an additional mate to the Alpha were present, though they were small and would only be influenced by the decisions made by the true mate of the Alpha.<br><br>As they were driving back, he told her some of what he considered the rules needed to live together. "I don't want to control your life and I consider you an equal roommate from now on. You don't have to stay cooped up in my presence the whole time at all, but in order to protect you, I need to know where you are at all times. Just a text message is sufficient, or perhaps we can post each other schedules on the fridge door if you let me know when you need to divert from the schedule." He stopped speaking, realising that his words might sound creepy in a stalkerish sort of way. He didn't want that.<br><br>He squeezed her hand, while holding Daisy in his lap. The dog had apparently fallen in love with him and the faint rumble in his chest as a wolf, inaudible to an ordinary human, kept her calm during the nearly hour long drive.<br><br>"Sorry if I sound like a creep. I don't mean that. You're a free woman, always keep that in mind. In an emergency, just howl. I'll hear you and I'll be there, all right? Is there anything you want to add to living together, besides sharing food and commodities budgets? Any rules you would like to see in place?" He asked her. After all, in the back of the cab, they could do little else but talk. And he loved hearing her talk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Howling at the Moon || Wintersday &amp; Arkaniel ||</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wintersday</strong> on <strong>23-04-2016, 19:17:11</strong>
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				As she fell, Olivia closed her eyes and tried to grab hold of something but all her effort to do so failed. Luckily though Mark was there just in time to safe her from her fall. His arms wrapped around her as he pulled her tight to his chest. She could feel each of his muscles contracting against him which seemed to help add to the colour in her checks. Not only was she now embarrassed that she had tripled down the stairs but also because this god like figure of a man had now saved her, once again. She was making a habit of this no? <br><br>With her checks flushed she still found the courage to gaze up at his eyes taking in how gentle yet dominate they looked, it was enough to make her inner wolf purr with amusement and desire. Ignoring her inner wolf she smiled nervously up at him although she would have much rather buried her head in his chest to hide her embarrassment. "Sorry I thought I could handle caring that much down the stairs, I thought it would be quicker." She explained as he checks flushed yet a deeper red before she giggled lightly to his comment on keeping an eye on her with her clumsiness. <br><br>Normally Olivia wasn't a clumsy person, maybe the odd trip here or there like any other person but today just didn't seem to be her day. Luckily though Mark insisted on carrying her to the car even though she tried to protest that it wasn't needed. He picked up the bags and carried her out to the cab with such ease that it was hard for her to to be impressed with he's strength. Even though he was a werewolf she knew that without his heightened abilities he would still be able to carry her with ease, since he was in such great shape.<br><br>As they reached the cab he placed her down by the door and she thanked him once again for taking her to the car. As he spoke she slipped inside making sure to keep hold of Daisy while Mark got inside too. "Yeah ill give her a call later she's gone away on holiday so I don't want to disturb her while she's having fun." Olivia said with a warm smile knowing that once she got on the phone with her room mate she could be on there for hours. The two always had a habit of being able to talk for hours and about the most random things too. So for now Olivia thought it best to wait till tonight to talk to Becky, plus she knew Becky would want all the gossip on Mark too, asking all kinda of questions which Olivia wasn't prepared to answer while in the car with Mark. <br><br>"I know you don't want to seclude me, your just trying to help me with everything that's suddenly happened to me." she replied over to him with a warm smile. A part of her thought that perhaps all of this was a little to much but then again she had no one else to help her with all of this. Plus if she didn't come back with him to Port Victoria who was to say they wouldn't come looking for her back home? The safest place for her right now would be with Mark it she was eternally grateful for that. Plus he was like her so it was refreshing to have someone to talk to about being a supernatural creature. "That would be great but like you said it'll be a tight fit but I'm sure we could work something out. I mean Becky could always stay in a motel or a hotel for the weekend." Olivia suggested feeling bad that she would already be taking so much f her space already that having Becky over too would be a little to much in her opinion. <br><br>As they made there way back to Port Victoria Olivia listened to his rules which sounded fair considered the circumstances that they where both in. It made since for him to keep an eye on her, just in case she was to be kidnapped again. Olivia giggled at his commented about being a creep and she shook her head, not feeling like he was being one.&nbsp; "You don't sound like a creep at all don't worry about it, and everything you have said makes since, I mean what if they come after me again? How would you know? So I think a text sounds fair just as a heads up of where im going and such. As for any rules of us living together I do have one...Can you keep the toilet seat down?" She teased over to him not really thinking of any rules that should have. "Oh and if one of us cooks the other cleans the dishes...fair?" She asked as she looked up at him. His eyes where gently and sweet with a hint of dominance that always seemed to speak out to her inner wolf. <br><br>It was noted too that Daisy seemed to acted calmly and respectfully around him too. Normally in car rides she would restless and uncomfortable but resting on his lab she was perfectly fine, almost like she had known Mark for years. "You really are good with animals." She commented as she stroked Daisy lightly on the head. "Have you always been so good with animals or was that something that come up after the changed?" she asked wanted to get to know Mark a little more as she snuggled down the side of Mark, rest her head lightly on his shoulder while continuing to stroke Daisy. They way there where in the back seats of the cab was like they where a family, so content with each other. <br><br>In fact this was the safest Olivia had ever felt. Not that she had never felt truly unsafe but it felt like home. Like no matter what she was safe and Ok. It was this feeling that helped her relax and slowly she could feel her eyes becoming heavier. After all last night she didn't get much sleep with all the nightmares of what had happened to her only 24 hours ago. She was due to catch up on some of her sleep. <br>
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