When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)
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				Title: <strong>When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleRedRidingHood</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 08:27:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;" class="bbc_size">Ania (http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z25/XxGaara_LoverxX/anime/CC-1.jpg) sighed as the cold night air hit her face hard, standing under the moon and looking over her fellow hunters.Tonight was the night.Tonight, every dam creature that ever dared attack an innocent person, will get there ass handed on a silver platter."alright men, this will be a long night, the longest that we've ever had."She began to say as every one looked at her.She was in a sense, in command of the hunters organization, though her father will always remain leader, even after his death."will be splitting into three alright, Vas, you take five and head for Kelos and check around the Summita Creak."she said giving the first command.<br><br><br>The older man, white hair and beard nodded and rallied his men, riding on horses on off they went."alright, Telos, you take the half of the roookies along with the archers.Head down to Talikos, they say the blood suckers are hiding there."she said giving the command to a middle aged man.Though he didn't looked thrilled to baby sit a couple of newbies, he had no other choice and off he went.<br><br>The last groupd consisted of just eight men.Ania would join them, but she was more of a solo hunter in a sense."alright the rest of you will watch over this village as well keep tabs at the castle understand.Every one knows the signal.Anything goes wrong, send a burning arrow to the sky, will meet up as quickly as we can."she said and nodded her head, seeing them off.<br><br>Ania was the only person left, and the only place to check was Tagos Lake.It was a grand lake with a waterfall, and she knew a certain wolf would show himself there.She was determined to bring that beast down, she made it a goal ever since he attack atleast five villages, all in one night.Ania had a long broad sword strapped to her back, as well as a small dagger around her waist for close combat.She wore a sylver cross pendant around her neck and also sylver bracelets.She even kepted a small bag of shaved sylver metal in case she needed a quick escape, and since werewolf hate sylver, it was a good sneak attack.<br><br>Ania slowly made her way into the dark forest, the light of the moon was the only thing that kepted her from going blind.She kepted a good eye on her surrouding, her gold eyes shifting from side to side, keeping everying in her few.It would take about an hour to make it to the lake, so she hoped nothing would attack, or atleast dare to.</span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hart</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 09:51:59</strong>
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				Thick brambles cut through his shirt and into his muscled arms as Arren urged himself through the forest undergrowth, no care nor caution shown toward his personal safety. He had to get away. The elegant white shirt and red waistcoat he wore picked up tears and stains, but the man did not seemed bothered at all by such damage to his fine wears. The safety of the people in the town, his thin grip on humanity, the blood on his hands... these were more important than such mundane things as fashion. Branches lashed at him and roots grabbed at his ankles, pulling him down, causing him to stumble over and over. But still he pressed on.<br><br>Suddenly he pushed through a clump of bushes and found a lack of solid ground underneath his feet; in his fear-fuelled haste he'd run off the side of a hill. His stomach dropped away as he himself tumbled roughly down the slope, landing with a splash in the frigid water of the lake at the bottom.<br><br>With a strangled cry he lifted himself to his feet and urged his tired legs through the lake, pushing himself to reach the waters edge. When he finally felt dry earth his tired limbs gave out on him and with a deep sigh he fell to the ground, chest down, eyes shut. Though his mind screamed at him to move, his strong body had reached its limit for the moment and so he lay, panting like a dog... or more like a wolf.<br><br>For he ran because of what he was, what he became; a werewolf. What was once a proud noble of Transylvanian society, was now a pariah, shunned by his people for the disease that ran in his veins, that turned him into a furred, clawed killing machine. And kill he had! Already he'd lost control of himself, transforming for the first time not far enough from the towns borders and killing five villagers. Five! Five of his own people! Disgust coursed through him and he let out a strangled sob. But more than just fear for others, fear for himself is what pushed him to get up. For he knew, back near the forests edge, stood a proud young woman. Ania, of the hunters. He knew she would be coming after him personally and she was a formidable opponent.<br><br><em>Why?!</em> he thought viciously. <em>Why should they hunt me so?! Like a mangy dog!</em> Anguish turned to anger as he considered his position. He was once respected, revered, loved and now, there was only hate and persecution for something he did not control. Sadness and fury twisted together as with very beast-like growl, he rolled over. And froze... Somewhere in the distant mountains the echo of a wolf's howl sounded at the same time as the clouds parted and revealed the glowing white orb of the full moon. <em>No... No...</em> "NO!!!"<br><br>His cry drew out into a roar, a deeper tone coursing through his voice, rough and ravaging. Pain shot through his bones as his skin crawled. He writhed in agony as fur sprung from his skin, his muscles bulged and claws grew from his hands. With absolute clarity in the pitch-black night, Arren saw his face lengthen into a snout, sensitive as the wolf he became, he could smell and taste hundreds of scents on the wind. One scent stood out in the wind as the half-concsious werewolf picked itself to his feet. <em>Ania...</em> With a vicious howl, he bounded off into the darkness, upright on two strong legs, intent on stalking his prey.<br><br>He could taste the sweet scent of her flesh on the wind, through all the bushes and trees. He was getting closer. Though he crept as lightly as possible, using his hunter's instinct and all of his agility, one with good hearing could pick up the faint whisper of his paws as he stealthed closer and closer to the foolish girl...
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleRedRidingHood</strong> on <strong>22-11-2009, 07:58:32</strong>
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				Ania continued to walk along the thick forest, brushing away some loose branches from infront of her.She gave a small sigh, the cold air wrapping around her body, though she grumbled and cursed as the moon decided to betray her, by hiding behind a bed of clouds."heavenly skies, must you hide my light."she whispered as she stopped looking at the sky.Right when she asked the sky, the clouds slowly moved, a glistening light appearing and soon the moon showed itself once more.Ania smiled, though her smile faded as she heard the cry of the night dogs, howling at the moon.She gritted her teeth, cursing, knowing what was coming, though she jumped in surprised hearing a horrid cry.<br><br><br>Her hand quickly moved and relaxed on the hilt of her sword, though she did not draw it, not wanting to catch attention to her.She shifted her eyes, looking around wondering where the creature was going to attack her from.Ania kepted quiet, moving a towards the lake once more, though she hastened her pace.She wasn't scared, in a sense she was excited.Excited at the fact she will be able to make do with this foul creature.<br><br><br>She could feel it, as if someone was following her, stalking her.She knew who it was ad she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction in having him kill her, especially in this thick forest.Within a good ten minutes, Ania finally made it out of the forest, running towards the lake.The reflection of the moon upon the lake, glistening.It gave Ania a calm feeling, though she quickly drew out her sylver bladed sword, waiting for her attacker."I know your out there creature.Come out."she called out, not afraid of her assailent.<br><br>Ania saw this as a game, though when it came to a game of the hunt, she always won.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hart</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 09:55:40</strong>
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				Following the scent with all the skill of the deadly predator he was, Arren finally came across her trail. <em>Perfect</em>, he was behind her, slowly crawling nearer, always in control, always in power, just how he liked it. Running back towards where he'd shifted not moments ago. The human part of his lycan told him respected the tactics in doing so, she might wish to face him in the open, take away the advantage he held hiding amongst the trees and darkness. Worried, it also warned him, <em>she might know your onto her...</em> To this the beast only growled, angered that the girl thought she was a match for the primal fury of the wolf and the supernatural strength of the lycan.<br><br>In his distraction she'd entered into the clearing ahead of him. Hastily Arren followed, stopping short at the edge of the treeline, his human caution halting him at the last moment within the shade of a great bough. Great claws dug into the bark and pulled him up the height, edging out along a branch to survey his prey, learn her game; what she was playing at. Sharp eyes instantly locked on to the flash of drawn steel, hackles raised at the clear challenge.<br><br>The beast chewed at the restraints of his control, already enraged, needing no further reason not to launch himself at the woman, crush her blade, tear her flesh, but still Arren maintained a steely resolve. His muscles twitched but yet, he did not pounce.<br><br><em>"I know your out there creature. Come out.</em><br><br>The challenge rang out clear in the still air, amplified by her defiant stance. The insult resounded in his ears, in his mind. <em>Creature?! CREATURE!!!</em> Idignation, anger, vengeance all stirred in his heart and with no more thought&nbsp; he dropped from his wooded perch.<br><br>Despite the weight of his muscled bulk and the height from which he jumped, the wolf landed with little more than a soft thump, crouching into the impact before straightening up on two, powerful legs towering over the young hunter. Throwing his head back a loud howl tore from his maw, breaking into a ear-splitting growl as coal black eyes levelled their gaze on the woman. Within the minds eye of the human, Arren appreciated the lean figure of the female, her curves apparent through her clothes. A low rumble sounded in his chest, involuntary, an after-thought.<br><br>Distracted by her figure, the wolf took over again, tensing barred muscles and launching at it's opponent, fearless of any weapon she might carry. He closed the distance in moments, a snarled claw swiping at the arms of the girl, trying to quickly disarm her while his other hand lashed out at the shoulder not covered by her guard. The fight was on and the wolf wanted only victory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleRedRidingHood</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 04:55:30</strong>
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				Ania kepted her guard up, her eyes shifting at every direction.She knew he would come out since she just challenged him.Question was, where was he going to strike from.She took a step back, listening as the wind howled in the air.Where....where...where will he strike.That question played in her mind over and over and then, she was startled as she heard something hit the ground.When she turned, the only thing she could see was a tower of fur hovering before her.It howled, teeth bared, eyes glowing with a malicious hate to her.Ania quickly raised her sword, though as she did, a cheap shot was made, and her weapon slapped out of her hand.She winced and jumped to the side, running backwards to make some good distance.<br><br><br>Ania simply chuckled as she looked at the creature.Her eyes showing much excitement."so..you finally show yourself."she said running hand down and pulled out the small sylver dagger from her waist."I've been waiting for this night.To finally put you to rest you lowsome dog."she said spitting the words out to him.Ania knew how a were wolf attacked.It wouldn't be surprising if this one charged at her.She knew how to dodge."I am here to serve justice for the hanous acts that you have commited.The slaying of atleast fifty people in the Village of Hasse, thirty in the village of Tennas and five in Hagets."she said to him, knowing he could understand."for this the punishment in death creature.So...prepare yourself."She said raising the dagger, the moon giving off a reflection from it.
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				Post by: <strong>Hart</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 11:26:24</strong>
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				There was a metallic screech and clang as Arren's claws found the steel of the maiden's blade. He growled with satisfaction as the grim weapon acrched away and flowed into another strike a vicious swipe at her midesction. But the blow only found empty air, his target dodging out of it moments before. The momentum in his missed strike sent the wolf off balance, forcing him into a roll from which he came out of on his feet and crouched low to the ground, muscles tensed, eyes narrowed. She was faster than he gave her credit for. Usually his prey fell easily, buckling under such an onslaught. But then again she was not his usual prey, not a weak villager, nor a run-of-the-mill soldier it seemed...<br><br>Her laugh stirred yet more anger in his vicious chest, the mane of hair on the back of his neck bristling at the insult that followed, his human mind similarly flaring at the words she spoke. <em>Lowsome dog... She was just like the rest of them; spiteful, ignorant. Did she really believe I killed them deliberately?! That my heart is that of a cruel beast?!</em> All of them, each and every soul the wolf took to sate it's bloodlust, tortured the psyche of the persecuted noble. <em>'Serve the justice.' She has no idea what justice is... After the injustice I have suffered... She must be taught a lesson.</em> And one way or another, Arren was now determined to do that.<br><br>The wolf's gaze picked out the shining blade she now held up to him, his honed eyesight noting the white-grey gleam of forged silver. He recoilled. So she was something, something different. She did not come at him with mundane iron or sharpened wood. She had been taught well to draw a blade made of his greatest weakness.<br><br>Slowly, the wolf edged in a circle, hoping to expose some weakness in her position. Cautious now, not on the attack, but not on the defence either. Rather he was between the two, unsure whether to risk another charge for fear of being injured in the mayhem. As he crept sideways, always watching the girl, his paw brushed a smooth rock lying slightly in front of him. He paused. Here was his opening.<br><br>Crouching low, making to charge, hoping to fool, the wolf let out a large bark, lurching forward. As he did so, he scooped up the large stone smoothly and in the same motion, flung it at his agressor's body. His back legs kicked as it flew, surging forward faster now. He leapt into the air above her, jaws wide, claws barred hoping to take advantage of any distraction or weakness the projectile had caused. Thought and fear of personal harm had been swept aside in the rush of the attack, all that mattered was the target he currently bared down upon.
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				Post by: <strong>LittleRedRidingHood</strong> on <strong>26-11-2009, 06:30:40</strong>
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				Ania kepted her stance, moving not her head as she followed the creature, but instead followed him with her eyes.She could tell he was close to doing something, and Ania wasn't going to get surprised.The moon began to play games as well as it hid behind clouds, then revealed itself again, only to do it more times.The wind howled, the mood was set in a sense.This will be a long fight, thought all Ania thought was about how she will be victorious in this.<br><br><br>Ania waited, thoug something wasn't right.Was he watching her now.IT was almost like a starring contest, to see who would move and who would make the first strike.Ania made sure she didn't give off weak from her stance, though as soon as she took a small breathe, he approached, though instead of blocking his claw or anything of his, she ended up blocking a rather large rock.As she swung her dagger, she heard the blade clang against the object and Ania looked not seeing the wolf infront of her.Where...where is he.She looked up and let out a small shriek as she fell tot he ground, her blade up and holding the beast from having his claws rip through her.Her leg was also bent up, pressing against his chest, using all her might to hold him up, though he was rather heavier then her, so she wouldn't be able to hold much longer.<br><br><br>"Cheap...trickery.."she managed to say to the beast pressing the blade more into his paw, knowing it was burning through him.If she could just get a hand loose, she could reach into her small hip bag and at least get a handful of sylver shavings, though at this point, she woulnd't be able to make the move.Ania had only a sec or so to think.Soon enough she had a small idea.She lowered her leg a bit, then sprang it up, pushing the beast off her for a bit and jumped to her feet and with a quick motion swing her hand, the blade running through his arm, leaving a ratehr deep impression.Ania pulled away, raising her dagger and saw the wolfs blood practically boil and steamed as if layed on the sylver beast."<em>this thing...will surely kill me if I am not careful....</em>"she thought.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Hart</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 02:55:36</strong>
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				Her lithe body proved to hold greater strength then Arren had first imagine, the initial clash of bodies leaving her still standing, wrestling against the weight of muscle, fur and bone, fighting to remain upright. Arren desperately sought to push his advantage, tasting victory, knowing how close he was to victory. The burn of silver, stung his paw like branding metal, but he fought through it, the fury of the wolf driving through the pain.<br><br><em>So... close...</em>. Suddenly, he felt a give in his enemy’s form and elation surged through him briefly, convinced he had won. But then the resistance came strong again, lifting him ever so slightly, just enough, to have him come back down on thin air as she dodged away.<br><br>Arren was momentarily stunned, his eyes locked on his prey, muscles tensing for another lunge, then-&nbsp; screaming pain shot through his arm, as though molten lead had been injected into his veins, the silver-borne wound on his arm feeling as though it were on fire, beyond the pain of regular wounds. A choked howl fought through gritted teeth as his legs buckled slightly, bringing him to one knee as he gripped at his blood-soaked shoulder.<br><br>Rage ran through his mind, gradually stifling the pain as vengeance took over. Survival instincts urged him back to his feet, to defend, or rather, attack. <em>Bitch!</em> he thought, mercy seeping from him like the claret that seeped down his arm.<br><br>His legs thrust him forward suddenly, closing the small distance between them. His attack came fiercer now, faster, focusing on speed rather than power. He had no intention to kill anymore; the wolf demanding retribution for the wound she had caused. He swiped furiously at her face and chest, forcing her into a defensive stance, trying to get her to lower her stance. When he felt he had succeeded, the wolf took over again, staying tactics as he streaked a powerful tackle at the girl’s legs, stealing them out from under her and pinning her to the ground.<br><br>Quickly he used his strength to force her arms out, pinning them down as his bulk rested on her thighs, holding her legs down too. His muzzle loomed over her young face, teeth barred and growling in ferocity. It would be so easy to end it right now... but he didn’t. His human mind holding him from ending this now.<br><br>This close to her, body pressed to body, a stray thought took hold, a thought to fulfil the human desires that now flooded his mind. He paused, still above her, animal and human wrestling for control.
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				Post by: <strong>LittleRedRidingHood</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 05:48:58</strong>
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				Ania smirked as she heard the wolf cry in pain.Yes, that was the sound she wanted to hear.The utter sound of defeat, but know, Ania was wrong, rather then seeing the beast submit to her, he grew angry instead.Ania cursed under her breath.She had to thinki of something, and fast.As Ania stood there, pondering about her next attack, her attacker swarmed to her again, throwing her off her game a bit as she raised her dagger to defend her face and body.<br><br><br>ANia could barely keep up her stance as the wolf slashed away.She was slowly being pushed back, her hands shaking, unable to keep themselves held up for much longer."Dammit...I...can't keep this up.."she said trying to think, but her mind was to focused on just protecting herself, rather than killing this creature.Her arms gave out just a bit, though it was enough for him to make his next move.Ania winced as she her legs were sweeped from under, her back hitting the ground hard, a choke leaving her lips.She managed to black out just a sec, only to regain, feeling her weapon away from her hand, her arms raised to her sides and pinned, as well as her legs.<br><br><br>She struggled, looking up seeing white, bright teeth baring at her.She gritted her teeth as well as she struggled, but to no avail.This was her end, Ania knew she was defeated.She didn't want to admit it, though she hoped her death wouldn't be so gruesome."Alright.....this fight is yours...finish me off quickly."she said looking into the beasts eyes, showing no fear in them.She was in a sense, angry, not sad.Angry because she was defeated, by a mere werewolf.No one in her family ever lost, and Ania ended up being defeated, showing utter disgraced to her family and to her name.
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				Post by: <strong>Hart</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 13:20:21</strong>
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				<em>"Alright.....this fight is yours...finish me off quickly."</em><br><br>Her words, dismissive, as though she was only conceding a training spar, reflected the defiant edge in her eyes. They stared back at the black pupils of the werewolf with anger and resentment. There was very little fear there and this stirred human confusion in the beast. It was all to easy to let go of his control when he was attacked, pursued, but pinning a now submissive opponent, his mind rallied against the waning ferocity of the wolf. <br><br>He paused as he lay on top of her, the man in him waying up his options. He had sufficient control over himself to hold back on killing this now defenceless opponent. An animal might, but Arren could not bring himself to do so. She seemed somewhat fragile now up close, underneath his bulk, under his control. Arren could, for the first time appreciate with his human mind how pretty this young woman was, despite her sweat covered brow and the scrapes of their recent melee. He could feel through fur and leather armour, her firm feminine body. He could see the gentle rise and fall of her full chest underneath him.<br><br>Something stirred in his loins now, lust mixing with anger, while retribution came up with a new plan to punish his aggressive pursuer. He did't want to have yet more blood on his claws, but she needed to be taught a lesson, one she would not soon forget. And this way he would be able to surrender to different <em>animal desires</em>...<br><br>Holding the controlled state of mind he'd managed to attain so far, he leaned in close to his captive enemy, a smirk now stretching across the wolf's maw. The sly expression made it clear that finishing her was far from the point. Then, fast as light, Arren snapped his teetch a hairs breadth away from her nose, conveying that she was not about to recieve any mercy either.<br><br>Leaping up, he pulled the young woman to her feet with him, locked in his powerful grip. Taking her arms roughly, he twisted one behind her back putting it in a lock; uncomfortable but not too painful. Pinning her other arm rearward as well, he barked sharply at her, pushing her forward as they strode off back into the forest.<br><br>Despite her struggles so far, he pushed her onwards always being sure to keep her arms locked as tight as possible, putting more pressure and thus pain on her arm whenever she tried to get loose. Everytime he did this, it brought a malicious smile to the werewolf. The promise of what was to come kept him from losing control as he focused on their path through the close branches towards their target.<br><br>After what seemed an hour, they reached that their destination; hidden under a curtain of ivy, a crack cut into the side of a cliff, behind which lay a hollowed out cave, tall and wide. Snatching a thick vine from the curtain, Arren tied a crude not with his clawed hands, making sure that she would be bound tight enough for the moment. Stepping in he threw her roughly to the ground, stepping away into a corner, feeling the moon's touch leave him.<br><br>To transform back was never as painful, but still drew a strangelled gasp as he felt bones twist and shift back, claws retract and fur vanish into his skin, now whole again. The exhaustion of the transformation and the fight brought him to his knees, panting. Looking up at his captive he smiled wryly.<br><br>"Not as easy as you think hey?" He spoke with a half laugh, but there was no disguising the veiled edge of scorn and anger behind his smile, which now seemed almost sinister.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleRedRidingHood</strong> on <strong>03-12-2009, 09:46:06</strong>
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				Ania was confused.Why wasn't he shredding her to bits, mutilating her, decapitating her, doing somethin to her.She looked into his eyes, though wasn't able to see them clearly as the moon hid behind a few clouds, then reappeared.She was to speak, though blushed feeling something.Was he getting hotter against her.Ania blushed, knowing what this heat was.This dam thing was practically enjoying himself ontop of her.Ania gritted her teeth and was about to curse him, though she pressed her head back, jumping in surprise as he almost snapped at her.Ania only grited her teeth more, her hands clentchign into fists.<br><br><br>What was he thinking.Ania felt him move off her a bit relieved, though she winced when he raised her with such force and brute strength."D-Dammit..."she said as her arms were twisted behind her."ye can be a bit more gentle."she said and winced as he pushed her.<em>Ungrateful little dog.</em>She thought as she began to walk, deep into the forest.Where was she going, what was he going to do.Ania would turn her head,&nbsp; looking at him, only to be pushed again.She yelled at him, to be a bit more kinder, though he was an animal, what did he know about kindness.<br><br>Once an hour or what Ania believed was an hour, they stopped, her eyes looking around and only saw a vines growing from a wall.Where were they.She saw him grabbed a piece of the vine and harshly tie it around her wrists.She winced and struggled, though she stopped feeling the vines getting tighter behind her.She was pushed into the vines and practically fell hard on her stomach, giving a small gasp as she coughed."you ungrateful-"she stopped hearing him gasp.Her eyes quickly moved as she saw him turn back into what he truly was.<br><br>Ania was amazed at how painfully and quickly these werwolfs changed shaped.Once he was done, her spoke.Not easy, of course, she didn't want to suffer the same fate.Ania managed ot relize her was naked and blushed, managing to turn her body and look away."so what now....you took me away so you could kill me here and now.How sweet, atleast my people won't have to look at my dead body."she said to him chuckling a bit.<br><br>"so...how will I die....will you brutally hit me till I die, burn me...cut me....something."Ania was getting anxious, as if she wanted to die now, not wanting any surprises.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hart</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 16:48:49</strong>
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				A devilish smile crept across the young Noble's face as he watched his captive turn away from his naked physique. His toned musculature, brought on from the rigours of his old training and the strain of his new life, gleaned with a layer of sweat which he now wiped off with the tatters of his previous clothing. Though she attempted to maintain her dignity, Arren's eyes, sharp even in his human state, could not help but notice the light blush that filled the lady's cheeks.<br><br>His smile turned into a barking laugh, echoing over her own small chuckle, in response to her sardonic assumptions. She seemed so prepared to die, it amused him. Now the passion of the beast had been replaced by the passion of the man, nothing could be further from his plans for her. Seeing her bound underneath him stirred the dominant passions that had stayed his claw as he lay over her, transformed, not long ago.<br><br>"You'd think I'd go through all that effort, defeating you, subduing you, restraining <em>myself</em>... only to do away with you here? Now?" He paused to let the effects of his words take hold on the mind of the young hunter. Always one for cunning and with a natural eye for body language, Arren let her imagine her fate while he went about finding a couple of items. Tucked away behind a rock near where he transformed, a stash of useful supplies. A fresh shirt, which he now pulled over his shoulders, the rough weave and long cut running down to the top of his thighs, covering his nether regions but exposing his hard chest in a v-shaped collar. Also stored were more solid bonds for his new 'prey' of sorts, a leather cord wrapped into the shape of crude handcuffs. He took this as well and straightened up to face her again.<br><br>"No, no you shan't die M'lady. But you might suffer a little." He smirked maliciously as he pulled the leather cuffs between his hands, testing their strength. "You see M'lady," he explained clearly, relishing his newfound power and the pleasure that was to come. "As a werewolf I have suffered at the hands of my former people. As a werewolf I have also been denied countless human pleasures. Tonight, I shall have avenge both these things... on you." He gestured at her with the cuffs. "You, who have so passionately pursued me. Well now I will passionately respond."<br><br>Striding over to Ania, he leaned down and plucked a dagger from her belt, deftly freeing her vine restraints whilst keeping a firm hold on her wrists. Forcing her hands in front of her now, he slipped the leather cuffs over her wrists and tightened them, binding her again, if a little more comfortably. He reached down slowly to her waist, trailing across her stomach suggestively, before roughly removing her belt and her weapons and throwing them into a corner. Turning around in front of her, he used his still sizeable strength to push her down underneath him, straddling her stomach lightly with his strong legs, preventing her moving, controlling her physically.<br><br>"Now, despite your bold words, I doubt you want to die. So don't do anything stupid, like trying to run and maybe this will be easier than you think," he whispered to her coldly. He sincerely doubted she would heed his words, but he said them anyway. "Hell you might even enjoy it." He added with a wink.<br><br>Glancing down at her body which lay underneath him now. He ran his hands over her lithe shoulders and down her toned sides to just above her hips, where his own legs rested. "So where would you like me to start? To tear off your shirt or to strip down your pants?" He smiled once more, enjoying toying with her like he knew she would to him, had their places been swapped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleRedRidingHood</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 05:15:04</strong>
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				Ania could hear him rustling around behind her, feeling he was doing something or preparing to do something a bit evil.She listened to his words, wanting to just turn around and punch him hard on the face, though in a sense he migth have a point...for himself."hehehe...restrained yourself....you could have had any villager woman out there...but you choose to kill them instead of keeping them alive.Either your stupid as a dog....or dense as a tree."she said and chuckled nice and loud to show she wasn't going to give in that easily, but Ania started to imagine what he would do to her.She blushed, then closed her eyes growing angry at the thought.He woudln't dare lay a hand, a filthy, dirty hand on her, but what coud she do,she was tied up.<br><br><br>"If I'm not going to die..then what..be tortured or something."she said and saw him infront of her, decently dressed and unnaked for her.She felt him tug at her belt, seing something shiny in his hand now.It was her dagger."dammit.....dam you."she cursed, feeling the vines snap off her wrists, though he held a firm, she still struggled against him."As a werewolf..you were a killer as a werewolf you didnt care...as a werewolf you were heartless...of course you'd be deprived so how is it my fault."she said trying to sound tough, though in truth she was scared.She didn't want to be ravaged by him, by this creature."You can do all you want...I'll fight back...you'll never break me."she said and smirked at him, feeling him tighten the leather cuffs on her, her wrists already bruised from the vines, though he was kind enough no to ttighten these.<br><br><br>Ania felt him tugg of her stomach and heard hit the ground away from her.She looked up, a small blush crossing across her face as he hovered over her, acting dominant as ever."hehe...rough aren't you....seems being a wolf has kepted you from being a gentleman....a dog like you should go sleep with dogs."she said and spit in his face."your the saddess thing...taking your anger and sex drive out on me.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hart</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 19:27:00</strong>
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				Her silent curses only drew half-smiles from the werewolf. <em>Now she would know what it felt to be the unfair victim...</em> Even her accusations that he had lost his humanity only drew a wry wink from the man as he perched himself more firmly ontop of her. However her talk of fault touched a nerve.<br><br>"Well of course it is not your fault!" He spat suddenly through gritted teeth, his hands pushing down on her shoulders as he leant down over her face. "It was not my fault either! None of it! Being bitten, transforming, the deaths... All of these things I've had forced upon me too! And yet you would punish me would you not?" Arren let the question hang in the air as he briefly shut his eyes, calming the anger that threatened to overwhelm him, make him lose control...<br><br>"I can do all I want?" He suddenly replied to her defiant statement, irony in his voice, a humour restored to his mischievous face. "Well that sounds somewhat like an invitation doesn't it?" With a grim smirk, Arren ripping open her blouse with a quick, violent movement, exposing the pale ovals of her breasts and the porcelain skin of her bare chest. Blood rushed to his nether regions as his eyes hungrily took in the sublime beauty of her feminine body. "And also a challenge... I'll do my best to break you darling. Like you did to me." He added with a wink.<br><br>Ignoring her insults his hands moved with fevered movements, grabbing the dagger he'd stripped her of and placing it along her hip. The sharpness of the blade was proved as, in one swift motion, he sliced down the seam of her pants, opening the garments up on one side. Doing the same to the other and brushing away the remnants of her clothing left her bare before him, the only covering she had left the panties around her most precious of areas.<br><br>"How does it feel darling?" He asked slyly but with a hard edge. "To be defenceless, exposed?" He paused a moment before continuing. "You say I'm a dog, well maybe I might act like it?" Tearing off his own shirt, exposing the tight musculature of his masculine body and fully revealing his already throbbing manhood, Arren swept down beside his prey, a gleam in his eye. Tensing his arms he hefted her over onto her chest, leaving her arms and her firm, round bottom exposed. Using the knife once more to quickly tear off her panties he exposed her sex to the candlelight of the cave.<br><br>Gently at first he ran the edge of his hand along the folds of her full lips from the hood of her clitoris up between her pert buttocks, taking full advantage of her defencelessness to touch wherever he wished.<br><br>"Hmmm I wonder if you won't be a little aroused by this... then again." With a ravishing roughness, Arren pulled her hips up, raising her pelvis off the ground. Suddenly he penetrated her tight sex with his two middle fingers, sliding them in up to the knuckle where he paused, shifting them around, feeling the wet hotness of her hole, before he began pushing in and out, up and down, firmly fucking her with his long fingers. His other hand traced up her spine and her neck to take a handful of her soft hair, holding her down.<br><br>He leant down as he continued his penetration to whisper in her ear. "Tell me how it feels Ania...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleRedRidingHood</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 09:09:51</strong>
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				Ania looked at him, anger in her face, though her face softened when he asked his question.He had apoint, what fault was it of his to kill and be transformed, for all she knew he was an innocent person, but it didn't change much.He still killed,hell some werewolfs chose to attack and kill, and others didn't.Ania didn't answer his question though, knowing there was two right answers to them.<br><br><br><br>Ania raised her brows, hearing his words.An invitation, he invited himself without her consent either way.She was about to speak, but instead her eyes widened, feeling his hands quickly move from her shoulder, though she felt her shirt tugged and easily ripped off of her.She blushed red and gasped in embarissement."y-You..lowlife dog."she cursed, trying her best to cover herself, but thanks to him, her hands were tied leaving herself defenseless and bare."grrrr..you'll never break me understand...for all I know......you're dry as a well"she said and smirked a little, though it sooned disappeared, seeing him reach for her dagger and press it agaisnt her hip.She shivered, fearing and thinking of what he might do, but instead of slicing her and making her bleed, he sliced her pants with just once quick motion.<br><br><br>Ania blushed once more as she felt the other side sliced and soon her pants pulled off her.She wanted to hide, cover herself and just beat the crap out of him, but he was winning this fight and it was irritating her.Her panties were a nice black silked material, and they gave her a rather appealing look to her.When he asked about being defenseless and exposed, she didn't answer.It was awful, degrading, embarissing...so many things she just couldnt name them all.He wa a dog, but she didn't expect him to treat her like one.When he rolled her over onto her chest, her ass sticking up to the ceiling, Ania panicked.He wouldn't dare degrade her in such a manner, not like this.<br><br><br>Her panties were removed a cold finger trailing up her pussy lips, only to jolt up as she felt them thrust into her.She couldn't help, but let out a soft gasp feeling him shift and move his fingers.It felt rather good, having him poke and rub her in such a manner, but no, Ania had to resist herself, she coulnd't give in, she was better then this.Her face flushed, hearing him whisper into her ear.She said nothing though, biting her lip, keeping herself from moaning."<em>Oh dear lord..make him stop...I can't take it..."</em>she prayed, though God couldn't help her now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hart</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 16:14:54</strong>
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				His sensitive ears picked up the slightest of her gasps and breaths as his hand continued to ravish her most precious of entrances. His sharp eyes caught the heat in her cheeks and her obvious discomfort. This only made him more energetic in his actions pushing his prying fingers deeper into her silky passage, which was now, despite whatever her defiant protests said getting damp with liquid, letting him slide his finger, three, four now, deeper into his prisoner. <br><br>His smile stretched wider, taking pleasure in not just the task, but the vengeance it entailed. It was obvious that she tried to maintain her rigid defiance, but this only stirred Arren to try harder to break her. The heightened senses that came with his condition also granted him certain insights, insights Ania might haev died rather then admit. He got the slightest idea that, admidst his rough degrading of his vicious hunter, she might be taking the slightest bit of enjoyment out of his penetration. No doubt this tormented her and so Arren decided to play upon this anguish a little.<br><br>"I'm plenty wet Missy," he whispered, leaning closer while he fingered her. Now he clenched his digits, roughly stretching her tight walls briefly as he borderline fisted the captive woman. "And I think you might just be getting a little damp yourself." He chuckled softly to himself, clenching his fingers again, pushing harder. "You fight your feelings, like I fight my condition. Give in. Show me. Scream, moan, gasp for me... Or I'll just have to try harder." He added this last teasing threat with a sinister edge.<br><br>Though he mocked her resolve, he was starting to gain a glimmer of respect for her resistance so far. Grudging respect no doubt, for it would be the same recalcitrance he would show her if she has beaten him and was torturing him in some castle dungeon, as no doubt she wanted... But it also frustrated him. Aching to make her cry out Arren slowed his forceful entry, still sliding his fingers in but less frantically, less deep, rubing her as he slid his touch against her walls, Arren's thumb now feeling around the exposed, rosy bud of her ass. He traced around it's puckered edge, letting Ania feel his intent, letting the idea sink into her mind.<br><br>Then, without warning or signal, he firmly inserted his thumb into her other hole, pushing in up to the knuckle whilst he began to pull up inside her cleft, the penetration now beginning again in two places as he began to push his thumb in and out in rhythm with his fingers.<br><br>"How does that feel Ania?" he questioned her slyly, louder this time. "Feel good? Or maybe you don't like it too much?" He punctuated this question with a couple stronger thrusts before continuing. "Tell me instead how you want to be taken. Tell me how you want to be fucked!" His vicious words rang off the equally rough stone of the cave, echoing around them as Arren continued to try and break the hunter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: When the Hunter Gets Hunted (LRRHxHart)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LittleRedRidingHood</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 09:26:38</strong>
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				((Apologies for being gone, my internet was dead so couldn't be on))<br><br><br><br>Ania couldn't take it, though the more she fought the more she felt the beast try hard to make her scream.Her body shook from the thrusting of his fingers.She could tell he was enjoying himself, seeing, feeling, hearing her cry out a bit, knowing full well she wasn't admiting how much she was loving this.When he began to bury more fingers into her, Ania tilted her head back with a snap, her eyes widened.It was to much for her to handle, since she's never had this sort of thing done to her at all.<br><br><br><br>Ania pressed her forhead against the rough ground, holding in every ounce of strength she had ot keep herself from moaning, but it was to much.Small gasps escaped her lips, her cheeks even more flustered, her body in a lust filled heat.It hurt, it was degrading, but she was liking this.When she heard him whisper in her ear, she blushed, not bothering to look at him, though she did jolt up within seconds feeling his whole hand, well almost penetrate her.Her head tilted, her back arching a bit."S-Stop..I beg thee....please."she cried out as her pussy was stretched to the max.She gritted her teeth as he thrusting his fist inside again and again and to her surprised and disbelief she moaned a bit."P-P-please...s-stop....I can't...take it anymore.''<br><br>When he retracted his hand a bit, she was relieved as she gasped hard and long."<em>W-Why...why me....what is this bloody animal plan on doing to me...why does...he insist</em>."Before long, Ania could feel something warm trail up from her pussy and rest onto the entrance of her ass hole.She turned her head to look at him, her eyes showing mercy.'N-No..not there anywhere but-..haaaa..."she couldn't finish her sentence as she felt his thumb probe inside, though it wasn't much, but it felt like his thumb was longer then usual.Her body shook and tensed from the feeling and it didn't help that his was moving now both his thumb and fingers in and out of both holes.<br><br><br>Ania shook her head only to moan out nice and good.This beast, this beast was good at making her feel good and she hated how godo it felt.Ania couldn't take it anymore.She slowly picked her head up and turned looking at him.Her nails clentched onto the ground as she forced herself to speak such words to him."P-Please.....your...your penis....stick your penis...inside me...I can't take it.."she moaned to him, her face showing how hard she wanted it badly.
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