The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)
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				Title: <strong>The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 12:06:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f374/blessedinsanity/larrin3.jpg)</div><br>Larrin Tarok stepped out from the woods encircling the city, following a scent with a frown on his lips. a feral werewolf had come this way, and he needed to avoid letting it find prey. it was his curse of course, forced to hunt down and kill his own kind. at least the curse came with some benefits. he was larger, faster, and stronger than any werewolf in existence, and immune to the one thing that would kill a werewolf outright; silver. however, he could not keep his blood from burning any time he got close to a feral. it forced an immediate shift, painful yet quick, and filled him with such rage that was against his otherwise peaceful nature. so now he was stuck chasing down a feral he couldn't allow to live.<br><br>Larrin in his human form cut an impressive figure against the night shadows, standing six feet and six inches. his skin was tanned from years in the sun. pale, sad green eyes rested in his pleasant face. long platinum blond hair fell down his back in a thick, utilitarian braid, the nearly white mass reaching past his waist. a wide brimmed leather had covered his head, casting his face in shadows as he hunted. his body was built strong yet lean, almost gangly in appearance, if it wasn't for the predatory grace with which he moved. his lean body was clad in leather pants, magically enchanted to shift with him to his war form. a loose fitting, off-white Jacobite shirt concealed his chest from view, though being loosely laced, it was revealed his chest was, oddly enough for a werewolf, devoid of hair. thick leather riding boots covered the lupine's feet, steel toed as was he preference as a biker. a heavy leather duster made out of black elk hide completed his look, looking worn in a few places from years of use. he carried nothing else on him, his motorcycle and bag well hidden. <br><br>Thus following the scent in the air, the tall lupine took off into the city, trying to find the feral fast. he wanted nothing more but to find the werewolf, destroy it, and find someplace to sleep for the next couple of days. his booted feet made little sound as he ran, his keen nose catching and leading him flawlessly. the beast was heading towards the park in the center of town, and it was a small blessing that the feral hadn't run into anyone while heading there. it wasn't long before Larrin made it to the park, the scent getting stronger. he knew he was getting close, the blood in his body starting to boil. he would shift soon, probably just before running into the beast. he could either let it happen at it's own time, or find someplace to hide his coat, shirt, and boots. it was decided shortly when he felt his canines begin to lengthen.<br><br>Quickly shedding his coat and shirt, Larrin moved to a patch of bushes and stashed his things, kicking off his boots. he tossed back his head, releasing a loud, challenging howl. his skin started to split and tear, white fur showing beneath the tanned flesh. his bones started rearranging audibly, and his frame started to bulk up as he grew larger. his tail extended from his spine, bushy white fur covering it. he grew to a towering twelve feet, heads above the average werewolf of eight feet. his feet and legs shifted to that of the bipedal Guaru, his arms lengthening to enable him to run on all fours as easily as a normal wolf. in the light of the full moon, his canines and claws glittered silver as he threw his head back once more in a howl, his face elongating to a full wolven muzzle. his hair turned pure white, and lengthened in proportion to his new frame, the fur around his ruff growing into a pseudo mane. dropping to all fours, he took off at a run, following the scent that was much closer to him. another scent pervaded the air, but he disregarded it, his attention on the werewolf that had answered his challenging howl. <br><br>Jumping through a thick grove of bushes, the massive white wolf burst into the scene. skidding to a stop, he snarled at the black feral wolf, his whole body tense as he squared off with the smaller wolf. they stood there, snarling and growling at each other, each trying to goad the other into attacking first. this was the scene that anyone happening through the area would stumble upon. if they were of the mortal coil, they'd most likely be paralyzed in fear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doom Cookie</strong> on <strong>19-04-2011, 22:41:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://girlwiththetreetattoo.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/redhairgreeneyes.jpg)</div>Eva had been walking about the town in her normal dress (http://www.mysticcrypt.com/Blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/5158.jpg) and boot (http://data.whicdn.com/images/2868951/7512_fetish_territory_1_thumb.jpg?1278304566) attire. It was a rather quiet night, nothing to do so far, so she went out to watch the mortals. Her long dress jacket draped over her shoulders and hung just below her dress. While she kept it open, irritated by it's buttons, she kept the hood up over her long curl red hair. Hair that was a fiery as she was. Her emerald orbs piercing into the eyes of whomever looked her way. No one knew why her gaze instilled fear into them, and it was rightly so. A vampire such as herself didn't need the world knowing of her existence. No, that would only cause problems. Not for her of course, just for those who knew.<br><br>She'd been walking through town when she picked up the scent of the feral wolf. She had been heading in the opposite direction but quickly turned around. It smelled close. Her heels clicked on the pavement, their sounds resonating through the almost abandoned streets. She knew she could run faster, but not with people around. She headed in the direction of the scent, her years of experience telling her that it was nearly in town. Her mind was quiet and calm, another perk to being around so many years. Nearly eight hundred to be exact. She'd been turned young, just twenty-two at the time. Just a babe, no experience of what the world really was. She'd gotten her revenge on him though, sweet, slow revenge. Her hair was red for a reason. She was vindictive, cold and vengeful. She was capable of being sweet and caring, but what was the point? She stayed away from her kind, never finding one capable of sticking with a mate. She couldn't stay with mortal's long - how do you explain the inability to go out during the day? Or the need for blood, for that matter. No, there wasn't much for a vampire when it came to mates. That's why this was what her life revolved around. The hunt. She killed not only her kind, but wolves and whatever else stumbled upon her city. <br><br>It wasn't long before she made it to the clearing where the feral was, a park. It had to be searching for food. Too bad it wouldn't find any here tonight; or any other night for that matter. She paused in her steps not far into the clearing, finally picking up the scent of a second wolf. "Lovely" she thought to herself. This was certainly going to be interesting. She sighed and shook her head as the wolf batted each other. She wasn't going to wait for these imbeciles to decide who would attack first. This was her city, it was time they knew who they were fucking with.<br><br>Quickly she darted into the park, running full speed. With an agile leap she jumped into the air, her body meeting with the small wolf's with a audible crack. She snacked her arms around the beasts neck and latched one hand onto the other arm, squeezing tightly. She had no silver on her tonight and that frustrated her. She was rarely unprepared. She tried to snake her legs around him as well, but at the height of 5'6 she was just too short in the legs for this. The beast struggled against her, knowing that her strength would eventually crush him if he wasn't careful.
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				Title: <strong>The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 10:29:36</strong>
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				Larrin was about to to lash out before the vampiress jumped into the fray without warning. he froze, but only for a second. he wasted little time of capitalizing on the opening the female gave him. he was going to make sure to chew her out thoroughly once this was over though. he jumped forward and dug his silver claws into the sides of the feral, slamming his head into the face of the wolf to stun him. the move wasn't without risk though, considering the now outnumbered feral tore at the white wolf with his claws, marring the white fur with blood. he slammed his knee into the ribs of the wolf, surely collapsing a lung before slamming the beast to the earth. Move! he growled, the sound hoarse and guttural. he wasted no time in jerking his head to the exposed nape of the werewolf's neck, his large, powerful jaws clamping onto the spine while one hand held the head down, the other pressing the beast's body down. moving his jaw forward and back, he sawed through the flesh, muscle, and finally the bone of the feral, and with a sharp tug, severed the spine of the beast. <br><br>Larrin tossed back his head in a howl of victory, pushing himself back to his feet as the feral started to shift back to his human form for the last time. the white wolf spat to the side, then turned to glare at the vampire, his form starting to shrink and shift. the bones shifted audibly, and he growled softly, his pale green eyes never leaving the woman. he spoke as soon as his muzzle flattened to a human face, the fur starting to simply shed off of his flesh. that was mah kill! ah've been trackin' 'im fer most th' night! why'd ye have tae jump intae something that was under mah control! the Scotsman said, his canines and claws shifting to normal, the silver receding. Fer a vampire, yer certainly not th' brightest one out there. he said, brushing a few stray patches of fur off his shoulders. his ears and tail were the last to shift, and before her, the lean human stood, his posture neutral, though irritation was radiating from the lupine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doom Cookie</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 20:38:50</strong>
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				Eva was shocked that the wolf could talk in his form, but she didn't do as he said - she was determined to crush the wolf in her arms. When he bit down on the feral's neck she noticed he was only inches from her hand. She looked up at him with a glare straight from the fires of hell. She couldn't believe this dick! Not that it mattered, she had to kill him next, but why was he killing the feral? It confused her and as she tried to process it he managed to to sever the spine. With that the feral was dead, there was no point to her crushing him. She sighed and jumped to her feet, dusting herself off.<br><br>She crossed her arms over her chest as he howled, wondering if it was necessary or not. She watched as he shifted back to human, normally she would be attacking him, but for some reason she saw no need too. Once he had turned and started to speak she raised a brow in shock, almost wanting to laugh at him and his accent. When he was done bitching she didn't know where to start. After a few seconds she took a few steps towards him, ignoring what the moonlight did to his skin. "First of all, I smelled the feral all the way in town, I didn't smell you until I was in the park. What does that say about you, hmm? And second, <strong>I</strong> protect this city. I've been protecting it for centuries, so what the fuck are you doing on this stupid vampire's territory?!" her voice began to rise as she spoke, anger rushing through her veins. She couldn't believe his nerve as he tried to make her out to be the bad guy. She should be killing this asshole and instead she was arguing with him, what the hell!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 21:08:41</strong>
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				Larrin pulled himself to his full height of 6'6", glaring down at the woman. Ah've been keepin' th' ferals out of this city fer decades, and never once have ah seen or caught scent of ye. and trust me, ah ken th' stentch of death quite well. he ran a hand over his chest, checking the wounds that were healing slowly. it didn't take long for him to be fully healed without a scar. and ah can hide mah scent. it's just another tool in mah arsenal against th' wolves. he said, turning and walking away from the woman. he needed to find a place to sleep after he grabbed his gear. he was more tired than he let on, considering the drain that shifting put on him.<br><br>Larrin headed to the bush where his things were stashed, heedless of whether the woman was following him or not. he just needed to get to a hotel and get a room, before he succumbed to sleep. it would be bad for that to happen while he was driving his motorcycle. swiftly, he pulled on his shirt, tucking it into his pants,then stomped on his boots and pulled on his duster. he then turned, heading towards the park exit where he arrived from.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doom Cookie</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 22:11:25</strong>
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				Eva glared at him as he spoke, she knew she didn't smell of death. He was being an asshole to upset her, but she wouldn't allow that. She kept her cool, moving her hands from her chest to her hips. She listened to what he said and scoffed. "For your information, prick, I'm meant to smell like a mortal." when he started to walk off she followed, not finished with him yet.<br><br>She continued to following but not at such a fast pace. By the time she caught up to him he was already dressed and turning around to head back to God knows where. Bumping into her in the process. She lost her balance for a moment before catching herself. "Watch where you're going, mut!" she snarled, her hands still on his chest from catching herself. She looked up into his eyes, the pale green and noticed that he looked sad and exhausted. Not angry and evil like most wolves. It confused her greatly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 23:20:15</strong>
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				Larrin growled as he bumped into the woman, his hands catching her around her middle to stabilize her. Féach ar áit sa diabhal a bhfuil tú ag dul! he spat in Gaelic, glaring down at her. he noted her confusion, but had no time for it. he released her and moved around her. watch who ye call a mutt, leech. he said as he stalked off into the night, long legs carrying him back to the woods where he stashed his motor cycle.<br><br>Larrin uncovered his large chopper, straddling it and turning it on. he gave a weary smile, the motorcycle always brought some measure of contentment to his face. riding carefully out of the woods, he headed to the main road, then sought out a hotel to spend the day in. after paying for the room, he stripped down to his boxers, laying on the bed with his arms crossed behind his head. he stared at the ceiling, frowning slightly. he couldn't get the face of the vampiress out of his head. there was something about her, but he couldn't place it. after a while, he shrugged and rolled onto his side, falling into a deep sleep.
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				Post by: <strong>Doom Cookie</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 23:39:40</strong>
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				Eva watched him storm off, finding it funny that he yelled at her in Gaelic and she understood it. As he walked off she laughed and yelled back "Póg mo thóin, mut" she'd been on this earth long enough to master almost every language. It came in handy when she had to change where she lived for a decade or so. Even though all threat was gone, she still needed to stay behind for a bit. She needed to feed.<br><br>she walked up to the feral that had shifted back to a man, he was already dead, but that didn't stop her. She knelt down and bit into the man's neck, stale blood wasn't as good as fresh, but she needed to feed. Once she had her fill she headed back to the hotel she lived in. She currently rented out the large suite at the top. She closed all the blinds and slipped out of her cloths and into her bed. Sleeping soundly for the day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 00:39:20</strong>
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				Larrin woke the next evening, grabbing a shower and dressing for the night. he decided he needed a night to himself, and a bar would be a good place to kill some time. this night he buckled his silver dagger, though it was more a short sword with a long handle and thick grip. when he went into war form, it would be in perfect proportion. he then pulled on his heavy duster, sighing softly after donning his wide brimmed leather hat. thus ready for the night, he left the motel, paying for a couple more nights before heading to his bike, starting it and heading downtown.<br><br>Larrin found what he was looking for, a Celtic style pub that appealed to his tastes. a good dark beer and some scotch would do him some good. he found a quiet corner to sit in, ordering himself a Guinness, a glass of Glenlivet, and a plate of bangers and mash.&nbsp; his beer and scotch arrived first, and he relaxed in the booth, taking off his hat and setting it on the table. he pulled a lucky strike from his coat and lit it, taking a satisfied drag as he awaited his food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doom Cookie</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 14:44:37</strong>
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				Eva woke from her sound sleep shortly after the sun had set, stretching lazily in her bed as she attempted to wake up fully. Her sleep hadn't been exactly peaceful, but it hadn't been horrible either. She moved some of the tangled, red, mess that lay before her eyes and pushed herself out of bed; groaning softly as she did so.&nbsp; She wasn't a morning person to say the least, the shower she proceeded to take help quite a bit though. Once out of the shower she put on a small black cocktail dress (http://www.mycocktaildresses.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/Short-Black-Halter-cocktail-prom-Dress.jpg) and put her heels on and headed out the door.<br><br>As she hit the street the smell of that wolf hit her nostrils, leading her perfectly in his direction. It didn't take her long to find the pub he was sitting at, nor the bar stool his sweet little ass was perched upon. She walked up behind him and spoke in the most sultry voice she could muster "Teacht anseo go minic, mut?" she chuckled and waited for him to tern around and see who was talking to him. No doubt he'd know right away, but she wanted to see his reaction to her hand on her hip and the little dress she wore upon her slender figure. No doubt he would enjoy it; whether he wanted too or not.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 15:06:36</strong>
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				Larrin released a barely audible growl as the voice from the night prior sounded in his keen hearing once more. he sipped his beer and spoke tersely in reply. Níl i ndáiríre, Leech. Tháinig mé anseo ag súil a sheachaint ag rith isteach tú ... he said, obviously not speaking Gaelic pleasantries to the vampire. he turned to shoot a glare at her, regretting it the moment he had. she was hot, dressed in the mini cocktail dress, and for all his disdain of vampires, he was still male, and that side of him appreciated the barely there dress.<br><br>Luna almighty lass, ye have tae be so obvious in a place like this? he stood slowly, ignoring the few looks he was getting. his voice was kept in a low tone he knew the vampire alone would hear. Come lass, before someone decides tae make th' foolish choice tae think yer an average mortal girl lookin' fer a hard toopin'. he growled, tossing back the last of his beer and setting his bottle back on the bar.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doom Cookie</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 15:22:34</strong>
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				Eva listened to him speak and had to admit, she loved the way his voice sounded; even when he was being rude. She thought about what he said and looked at her dress than looked him up and down. "Ní chuireann sé cuma mhaith leat cuimhneamh air." the words didn't flow off her tongue quite like they did his, but that didn't stop her from trying. She couldn't help but raise her brow at his low tone, trying to tell her how they should get out of there. That coming from the mad who smelled like wet dog was priceless. <br><br>She watched him finished his beer and smiled and pressed her body against his, playing the part of a girlfriend trying to seduce her love away from the bar. She whispered lightly in his ear "And where is it we should go? More over, what are we doing?" she couldn't help but mean that question somewhat seariously as her silky voice flooded his ear drum. For once in her life she found a man attractive, go figure it was a damn mut.
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				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>21-11-2011, 15:53:20</strong>
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				Larrin gave an indignant huff as she curled herself around him, but let her for the moment, if only to avoid more attention being drawn. thank Luna her accent sounded like she'd been taught Gaelic, instead of a native born speaker. it worked for the act. he would have to give her a few tips later. with a growl, he slid his arm around her shoulder, looking like he had let her win some fight. i swear to Luna, you are gonna be the death of me, woman. he muttered to her as he led her from the pub and towards downtown.<br><br>First off, lass. why did ye follow me, when it's clear as day ye doona like me or mah kind. he said, once far enough away from the tavern to remove his arm from the leech. he could smell her, and though it wasn't unpleasant, all things considered, she was still a vampire. and he very much was a werewolf. normally the two should be at each others throats on sight. he didn't know why this one was so different, and that bothered him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Doom Cookie</strong> on <strong>08-12-2011, 06:56:05</strong>
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				The feeling his arm around her shoulder gave her was weird, something she'd never experianced. It wasn't a bad feeling and that irritated her. She should hate being around him, but she didn't. Maybe that was why she saught him out. She walked with him until he pulled his arm from her shoulder and looked up at him as he spoke. "I never said I didn't like you. Frankly, I don't know you enough to dislike you. Do I hate your kind? Yea, that's kinda genetic, don't ya think?" she asked, her eyes locked on his. She tucked a few of her curls behind her ear and went back to walking, trying to rationalize in her mind why she was there. After a few long moments she was able to somewhat answer.<br><br>"There's something about you I can't quite understand. You should have attempted to kill me last night and you didn't. Why?" she stopped and looked up at him again as she asked that question. She didn't understand, they should both hate each other to the core, but they didn't. It confused her and had her wanting to figure out what it was.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Hunts (DartimusRae/Doom Cookie)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DartimusRae</strong> on <strong>04-01-2012, 23:55:21</strong>
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				Larrin blinked at the bloodsucker, arching a pale brow slightly as he pulled a cigarette out of his coat pocket and lit it, taking a deep drag of it. genetic or nae, yer kind don't usually hunt me down without massive amounts of silver. he said, smoke billowing from his mouth as he spoke. he watched the woman closely, watching her for anything. Personally, ah doona give a damn about yer race, it's werewolves ah'm concerned with. th' only time ah have an issue with a vampire is when they get in th' way of mah kill. he said, taking another drag of his cigarette.<br><br>at this point, the lean male didn't bother hiding his nature anymore, and to those that were sensitive to it, they'd sense a second, sentient presence around the male. to his mind's eye, he could see the large white wolf that came up to his armpit at the shoulders, pacing around him and the vampire. the creature couldn't actually affect the real world, but it existed there with him. the wolf was the metaphysical representation of his beast, the savage, wild side of him that was ever present, ever aware of what was going on around him. it thought and acted on it's own, never straying far from him. it obeyed his mental commands, and was the reason he could shift at all. his beast was sentient, but only to a point. instinct was often foremost in mind, and the shaggy white wolf's first thought was <em>can i eat it?</em>
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