A Wolf's Witch (wolventears & MidnightSpade)
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				Title: <strong>A Wolf's Witch (wolventears &amp; MidnightSpade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 05:44:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/RP%20pics/men/FB_IMG_1466423667334_zpscrglei9r.jpg) (http://s150.photobucket.com/user/hislipsonmine/media/RP%20pics/men/FB_IMG_1466423667334_zpscrglei9r.jpg.html)</div>Ethan's hands clenched around the steering wheel, the leather creaking from the pressure as he drove. He was pissed, but at the same time, he was happy that he was finally free. But at what cost really? <br><br>He couldn't go back to the life he had almost ten years ago. He couldn't go back to the people he had known, he had grown up with. He couldn't go back to her...<br><br>He let out a deep sigh. He had loved her as he had come to realize once he didn't have her anymore. He had never told her. She would never know. But at the same time, did he truly love her or was he in love with the idea of having had her? <br><br>Hell, he didn't know. He didn't know much of anything anymore except the fact that his wolf was a bit of a dick, but it had his back like no one ever had before. At least now that he had learned control over it. For the first six or so, years, he had been a complete mess. <br><br>The alpha of the Northern Montana pack had helped him get into shape. He had knocked him around and down a peg or two, he had needed it, but all in all, he got Ethan to set his ass straight and come to heal. That had only lasted so long. Once he had become part of the pack, got comfortable in his place, his wolf, the asshole, decided it didn't want to follow orders anymore. It wasn't going to be told what to do, how to act. It wanted to lead and it was ready to fight, to kill for the position. <br><br>Owen saw this, the way his own wolf would react to Ethan's, hackles raised and teeth bared. So, he gave him a choice. <br><br>Either Ethan try for what his wolf wanted, possibly and most likely dying in the process, or he leaves and is no longer a part of the pack. <br><br>Ethan, the man, he thought Owen a friend and he didn't want to lead a fucking pack, much less fight for the right, killing the man, or well attempting, who had helped him, to do so. So, he had left. <br><br>And the whole drive, in the opposite direction of the places he had once called home, the fucking mutt was pouting. It was annoying as all hell and every so often he heard an angry grumble/growl roll through his head. <br><br>Finally though, after hours of driving, the sign of the town, Moonlit Ridge, came into view. Before leaving, he had looked at the maps with Owen, trying to find any place that wasn't claimed territory. Owen had pointed out here, near the base of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. There was a pack to the north in Wyoming and one in the south in New Mexico, but Colorado was free reign. And the name of this town had stuck out, so here he was. <br><br>But as he crossed over the line, entering the town, he slammed on the breaks as something vibrated along and inside him. Hell, it made his wolf all but purr. What the hell?<br><br>He shook his head but something in him told him he needed to find whatever had caused that feeling. And he needed to do so now. So he turned into the first motel he found, not bothering to look around at anything and quickly got out of his truck and checked in. He threw his things, only two bags into his room, then walked around the motel building and slipped into the woods. <br><br>The vibration was almost soothing as it warmed him and upon stepping between those trees, the most amazing scent filled his nose. It was distant, but he breathed in what he could and it caused his dick to twitch. A dark brow rose. <br><br>His wolf was pacing around inside his head, whining and growling, antsy to get out and over the years he had learned that if you wanted to find something, there wasn't any better way to do it. So he found a secluded area and stripped, stuffing his clothes in a hollow at the base of a tree. <br><br>He let the change come over him, groaning as bones realigned, snapping and popping, muscles moving. His ears moved towards the top of his head as his face elongated. His spine lengthened, a tail curving up and out behind him. He landed on his hands, now on four paws, his fingers having shortened to the toes of his paws as his feet lengthened to those of a canines legs.&nbsp; <br><br>When the change was finished, he shook out and gave his wolf the wheel. Taking a deep breath, it began leading them towards the scent. The wolf sniffed around, following the trail that the magic indicated. It coiled around him, stroked him in a sense, made his wolf ache for a taste of it. But being so engulfed in his task, he missed the scent of the big black bear, just outside the mouth of her cave. <br><br>He stepped too close and the next thing he knew, a roar filled his ears. She sensed that he was a predator, but more than just a wolf and she didn't like it one bit. Before he could react, she swiped out with a heavily clawed paw, the force of it, even though he was large, picked him up and basically tossed him. He sprung to his feet, his body stiff, head down, ears back, and hackles raised. He didn't care that this was a full grown bear. He was going to get his own licks in and repay the sow for what she had done. But before he could take a step, higher pitched sounds came from the mouth of the cave behind her. <br><br>Two cubs stood on their hind legs, growls of their own rumbling their throats as they tried to act like their mother. They were only two or so months old, practically new. No wonder she had attacked him. He couldn't take a mother from her cubs though. <br><br>His body relaxed and he turned and took off, putting distance between him and the bears. His pride was sore as he should have noticed her there well before she got that swing on him, yet here he was. But luckily, as he ran between an archway of trees, there stood a cabin and the magic he had been following pulled at him, urging him closer. <br><br>He took a deep breath in, inhaling his surroundings and once more, there was that scent that had swirled around him upon entering the woods. Now that he was closer, he could tell that it belonged to a female and the feeling of magic here meant she had to be a witch of some kind. <br><br>Granted if she was a magic wielder, he couldn't very well traipse to her doorstep in wolf form. So he shifted back and once on two legs, hissed at the feeling of the wound on his side. He looked down and the shift seemed to have made it worse, stretching open the wound. Blood covered his side and was running down his hip and leg. <br><br>He covered the wound with both hands and walked to the cabin and once there, he lifted a hand and knocked. But when the door opened, instead of saying anything to her for the female was a beauty, blackness littered his vision and then he was falling forward, face first onto her floor, the darkness over taking him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf's Witch (wolventears &amp; MidnightSpade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MidnightSpade</strong> on <strong>12-07-2016, 00:30:08</strong>
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				The town of Moonlit Ridge was a very small town. There was only one gas station on the far edge of the town, only one main convenience store which stocked pretty much everything, and if you needed clothes other than the typical outdoor gear then you'd either have to order it or travel to the next town over which had the mall. And there was only one bus that went to that town, running every half an hour like clockwork, driven by the same three bus drivers who knew everyone in the town by name by that point. While the convenience store would stock basic medicines and there was a doctor in the town, they were the only doctor and God forbid you ever need medicine that they didn't stock. The nearest hospital was also in the next town<br><br>Moonlit Ridge was the epitome of small rural town. They did 'export' their own farm goods from vegetables, fruit, and animal produce, but their main source of money was tourism. The town had very interesting lore, and whilst many of the locals didn't believe in it (or claimed not to), they at the very least pretended to when talking to interested tourists.<br><br>The town used to be full of witches, and their magical auras and curses still remained.<br><br>When asked seriously, many locals would deny the existence of anything supernatural, but they would always adhere to superstition; throwing spilled salt over the shoulder, never walk under a ladder, black cats are unlucky, and other such things. There were areas people avoided on certain days or times of the year. 'Never walk under the bridge while the church bell tolls', 'Don't cast rocks into the lake before noon', and 'Leave dropped corn out for the mice' were come very common albeit unusual things that people adhered to.<br><br>Beyond the town filled with those locals was a cabin situated at the base of the hills, not too far from the lake that supplied the town with fresh water fish. It was a simple thing, made of logs and nested within the fir trees, hidden away from the rest of the world. Within this house lived a young woman, and the residents of Moonlit Ridge knew her by name but rarely saw her face. <br><br>Rowan Tulay lived alone in her cabin, spending her days besides a large stove and iron pot that was always filled with some mixture. Glass bottles filled with a variety of ingredient and creations lined the walls on shelves and racks, organised in a system that only she could understand. It half seemed to be arranged by colour, then contents, then size, or something along those lines. She'd personally describe it as 'organised chaos', while others might've called it a mess.<br><br>But the cabin was hers. It was her home, her safety, her habitat. Charms hung from the door as well as on the fence surrounding what could be called her 'garden', where various plants of all shapes and sizes grew that looked very different to the ones usually found in the forest.<br><br>For Rowan it was a usual evening. The woman was by her stove as always, mixing a large saucepan of food as well as a more exotic bubbling mixture on a furnace close by. She alternated between stirring the two, more than twice having to catch herself to stop putting rose petals in the saucepan and paprika in the potion. She always was a little clumsy, but had yet to have it backfire on her tremendously.<br><br>She was muttering to herself when she heard movement outside, instantly on the defensive at the sound and grabbing a long staff from where it rested near a coat rack. She turned the stoves' flames on low, frowning deeply as the sound quickly grew closer in the time it took to react, obviously coming for her door. No one dared go near her cabin, it was an unspoken rule between her and the locals who refused to acknowledge her power, and she was too far off the path for most tourists and travellers to find her.<br><br>Knocking. Warily, Rowan approached her door, bracing herself as she opened it, twisted staff in hand brandished like a weapon. She hadn't expected the man to come tumbling into her home, covered in blood and clearly passed out, and she jumped back with a shrill yelp of surprise.<br><br>"What the-" She cursed, staring down at the man before her. "Who are <em>you</em>?"<br><br>Of course the man didn't answer, unconscious at her feet. She bit her lip, fretting over what to do. He was badly wounded, more than likely by an animal of the forest considering what she could see. With a sigh the dark haired woman tossed her staff aside, pulling him inside and closing the door after a quick glance to make sure he wasn't followed. Something about him resonated within her, and she knew instantly he wasn't quite as human as he appeared. But there was more to it than that. There was something that called to her, something more... instinctive.<br><br>"Now what on earth shall I do with you?" She mused aloud, pulling him onto a wooden bench in what could be considered her lounge, wincing at the trail of blood on her rug. She'd clean that later.<br><br>A first aid kit was fetched, and with the cotton swabs and anti-bacterial cleanser Rowan cleaned his wounds as best she could. Of course she knew how to heal, but what was the point in healing when what was there wasn't disinfected. It would fester under the skin and become even worse, and she knew from experience how bad that was. When the wounds were clean, the woman grasped the necklace she wore, a simple silver stone on a leather cord, and with a few mutters under her breath she chanted, causing her hand to glow. The hand was then held as close to his gashes without touching him, the low muttering continuing whilst she worked her magic.<br><br>Slowly but surely, the skin began to knit back together, eventually leaving nothing but a shallow dip on some places and scabs in others. She'd let it heal naturally. The man would probably feel a bit of stiffness and pain but it was better than bleeding out.<br><br>Rowan stood above him, looking him over, her vivid eyes scanning over his form. That wasn't the only wound he'd received, but many others were long since scarred over or healing on their own. Just who was this man?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf's Witch (wolventears &amp; MidnightSpade)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>12-07-2016, 02:17:21</strong>
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				A soft warmth spread through his body and his wolf all but purred as it poured through him. What was that?<br><br>He remembered the most amazing smell, and the need to find it. Then the bear. <br><br>The bear had wounded him and then...<br><br>Then he had stumbled to a cabin where that delicious scent was even stronger and then after he knocked, the door opened revealing a goddess but before he was able to mutter a word, blackness overtook him and now he was...<br><br>Wait, where was he? The delicious scent still filled his nose and his wolf still made that noise inside his head. But he was warm and he could sense a body, someone nearby. <br><br>His eyes opened, a bright amber, as his wolf took in his surroundings. But before he could look at anything around him, his vision was filled with her. <br><br>His eyes went back to their hazel color, a light honey brown, a forest green edging his iris'. He licked his lips. "I- You're beautiful," he said softly without thought. 
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