The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)
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				Title: <strong>The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 04:50:52</strong>
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				That night on campus officially marked the end of summer, and for Summer Cordova it marked the beginning of the fulfillment of her dreams that she and her parents had worked so hard to achieve.&nbsp; One more year, she thought happily as she applied lip gloss to her soft lips, and combed her fingers through her long brown hair, which had always been stubbornly straight as rain-water.&nbsp; She couldn’t do much with it except let it hang like a silky curtain framing her delicate, oval face, flowing over her nearly bare shoulders and down to the middle of her back.&nbsp; Large, sparkling hazel eyes stared back at her in the mirror and studied herself critically.<br><br>She had a slender, graceful body, with firm rounded curves that filled out her red halter dress, a hint of deep cleavage peeking through the low-cut slit of a neck-line.&nbsp; The asymmetrical hem of the skirt flowed around her long shapely legs in lengths varying from mid-thigh to below her knee, revealing a flirtatious amount of bare creamy thigh.&nbsp; A pair of high-heeled sandals completed the outfit for the kick-off party in the dorm lounge.<br><br>The party was already well under way when she left her room on the third floor to go down to the lounge.&nbsp; Music was blaring from someone’s humongous speakers, while finger foods, chips and other goodies, as well as cold drinks and beer, were laid out on a long table at one end.&nbsp; The sisters at Phi Delta Chi were not exactly party animals, in fact this chapter of the pharmacy sorority were considered rather geeky among the sororities, but they knew enough how to throw a fun, casual get-together and male attendance was never a problem.<br><br>Summer spared a fond thought for her parents before entering the lounge.&nbsp; They had worked hard to put her through college, and were so ridiculously proud of their daughter.&nbsp; It was true that she was somewhat of a singularity-- she was the only college age single girl in Ironhome.&nbsp; In fact, the only single girl under 30 in the entire town.&nbsp; It was odd, that.&nbsp; By all rights, Ironhome should already have crumpled years ago, and yet it somehow still stood, with its quiet little business and residences of its dwindling and aging population.&nbsp; <br><br>But for three years now she had been slowly weaned from Ironhome, and only returned for the summer because of her parents.&nbsp; But this past summer, they had urged her to stay on campus and get a summer job there, while they made occasional visits.&nbsp; It was almost as if they were afraid to have her back in Ironhome… something to do with that silly legend, she supposed…<br><br>“Hey you, you finally came down, huh?”&nbsp; One of her friends grabbed her arm and dragged her inside.&nbsp; “Come on, lots of guys here for you to meet.”<br><br>Summer laughed as she let Jen introduce her to the other girl's current hunks in attendance.&nbsp; The dancing had started, the middle of the lounge cleared out to create a dance floor, and she was already moving her body to the pounding rhythm of the music.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She was really looking forward to enjoying herself that night before plunging into what she knew would be a heavy schedule of classes and studying.<br><br><br><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/aag567/Role%20Playing/Beautiful_Girl_by_Lucas45wem.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 05:41:13</strong>
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				Tonight the sky was darker then usual yet unusually luminescent because of the full moon that shined high in the sky. The light of the moon seemed to seperate the clouds and poured down on the campus illuminating the earth and its denizen's. An old blue ford pick up truck that was made in the 90s pulled up to the college. There were only two people inside and the passenger set his feet up on the dashboard "How about you go get her. You two went to school for a bit so she should respond to you better."<br><br>The other person was a woman dressed in tight hip hugging blue jeans, a black half shirt that was cut low enough to reveal a bit of her cleavage and had the hem high enough to show her belly button, and cowboy boots. She reached back and grabbed a white cowboy hat, adjusting it on her head. "Alright, be ready to leave just in case." she said. <br><br>She stepped out and walked toward the building, looking up at the moon for a moment and then back at the front door. She entered and heard the music of the party making her smile. She walked upstairs and saw the several men and women enjoying themselves. She took her time looking around till she spotted their prey for the night and walked up behind her slowly, putting her hands over her eyes as she smiled. "Guess who!?" she said in a teasing tone.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 05:54:17</strong>
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				<br>Feeling those hands on her eyes, Summer wanted to turn around, but she decided to play along.&nbsp; She was in a good mood that night, and besides, the voice sounded very familiar… with its Montana twang.&nbsp; It had to be someone from Ironhome…<br><br>“Melissa?”&nbsp; Her voice was filled with astonishment, and she touched the hands on her eyes with her fingers.&nbsp; “Is that you?&nbsp; What are you doing here?&nbsp; Are you going to college here too?”&nbsp; She started turning around.<br><br>It had been three years since she’d last seen the younger girl, back in high school.&nbsp; She had been a senior when Melissa started her freshman year, and they’d had a chemistry class together and worked and studied together.&nbsp; She had liked the other girl very much, and it had been one of her regrets on leaving Ironhome that she didn’t get to know Melissa better.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 06:20:27</strong>
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				She let the hands fall to her sides, smiling as she answered excitedly "Yep its me. Its good to see you again! I'm surprised to see an Iron scar here." As someone passed by she reached out to grab a drink and take a long drink from the glass before looking back at her. "I'm actually doing classes online, trying to get my degree in medicine"<br><br>She took another swig of the beer and started to sway to the beat, giving a few of the guys a smile as they walked by. "Im working at the Smitherson ranch now and I might replace old Doc Potter in a few years. Hes pushing seventy now." she said with a slight giggle.
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 06:36:44</strong>
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				Summer hugged the other girl.&nbsp; “You look good, hon…and oh my, you’ve grown!” she grinned.&nbsp; “A real fresh breath of Montana air,” she giggled, tweaking the white cowboy hat on Melissa’s head with her fingers.&nbsp; “And what’s a fellow Iron Scar doing here, if you’re taking classes online?&nbsp; Do you have a boyfriend here or something?”&nbsp; She started dancing too with Melissa.&nbsp; “I didn’t know Doc Potter was still alive! And so cool you’re going to be a doctor!” <br><br>Having Melissa there, with her cowboy hat and boots, suddenly brought a flood of warm childhood memories to Summer.&nbsp; She supposed she would always have Ironhome in her blood... she had grown up there, after all.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 06:44:33</strong>
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				Melissa hugged her back and lifted the hat up slightly to show her grinning face beneath the hat. "You've grown up too, in all the right places. I bet you've gotta beat the guys off all the time. Ill be sure to take your spares tonight." she teased. <br><br>Still grinning she took the hat off and put it on the other girls head. "I came to see you about something but how about we party tonight and well talk later?" she suggested. Grabbing the soda she lifted her head back and chugged the whole thing down before tossing it into the trash. "What do you say? Want to show these college stiffs how the girls in Ironhome party?"
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 07:01:07</strong>
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				“Oh yes, we sure had lots of wild parties back in Ironhome, huh?”&nbsp; Summer giggled, and patted the hat down to make it seat more securely on her head.&nbsp; Somehow, her own Montana twang was getting stronger, now that Melissa was there to reinforce it.&nbsp; “Gosh, I haven’t worn one of these in years… now all I need is a lasso and some leather chaps and boots and I’m set!&nbsp; And the guys actually leave me alone here.” She made a face.&nbsp; “That’s ‘cause I’m a geek.&nbsp; Oh sure I’d love to talk with you… I can’t imagine what about though.”&nbsp; She grabbed the other girl’s hips with her hands and started playfully grinding against Melissa’s body in the dance.&nbsp; “Whoo! Let’s show them girl!” 
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 07:13:57</strong>
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				Melissa moved with the girl, grinding their bodies together to get attention from everyone else. "Hey turn the music up!" she shouted as she took the other woman's hands and placed them on the front of her stomach. Looking back she grinned at Summer and swayed with the music like she had done a hundred times before. <br><br>Every guy in the place was already watching them, shouting at the show and a few having suggestive leers on their faces. "That's right! You're never going to forget the night you partied with a couple of Iron scars!" she shouted as if urging them on. She twirled around and grabbed another beer, taking a long drink before slamming the can down on the counter and moving back to Summer. "Just like that girl!" she shouted. 
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 07:50:32</strong>
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				Summer laughed.&nbsp; The beer she’d drunk was already taking effect, and Melissa’s exuberance was infectious.&nbsp; She’d repressed her own fun-loving nature for too long herself, and all it took were those encouraging shouts from the guys and Melissa’s grinning face.<br><br>She went behind the other girl and molded her curves to Melissa’s, her hands stroking the strip of soft bare flesh under the hem of the shirt just above the jeans, their hips grinding and swaying together in time to the music, while a guy had taken courage and boldly joined the grinding behind Summer.&nbsp; “Brings back memories, don’t it?” she laughed.&nbsp; “This is what we call the Iron Scar sandwich.&nbsp; Whoohoo!”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 08:02:23</strong>
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				Mellisa reached back behind her grabbing the guys ass and pulling him forward into Summer. She looked back, grinning again and grinding her hips back to trap her between the guy and herself. "Come on Summer, I can remember being sandwiched a few times with you and some cute guys"<br><br>She chugged down the rest of the beer and tossed it in the trash before turning around and looking right into Summers eyes before grabbing another beer and handing to her. "Come on girl, chug it down! Gotta get this party good and wild like prom night!" <br><br>Another guy came up behind her and put his hands over her stomach making her look back and then at Summer with an even bigger grin. She took a few steps forward till they were chest to chest and truly being sandwiched. "Not as cute as those muscular farm boys but I'm sure they'll keep us busy tonight."
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 08:42:49</strong>
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				Still dancing and writhing with the guy at her back, Summer laughed and took the beer from Melissa, and chugged it down—or at least tried to.&nbsp; A lot of it dripped down her chin and down her dress, and down the cleavage between her breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh, my prom night was so lame,” she giggled.&nbsp; “Give me Ironhome farm boys any time!” She draped her arms around Melissa’s neck and started rubbing and writhing in that guy and Melissa sandwich, the beer working potently in her bloodstream even as Melissa’s curves worked pleasurably on her senses.&nbsp; She giggled.&nbsp; “Ironhome ranch girls are nice too.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 08:52:51</strong>
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				Melissa reached forward and kissed the tip of Summers nose playfully, grinning as she pushed her bottom back into the guy behind her. "Damn right we are!" she shouted before raising the beer in the air. "Iron scar boys and girls are all hot and wild when we get a few bears in us" Grinning she let her curves rub and grind against Summers as both boys grinded against them. This was already turning into a party like back at home and was only going to get better. 
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 00:00:57</strong>
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				Summer grinned, pleasantly buzzing now, and returned Melissa’s kiss with one on the other girl’s soft cheek, then she slid her lips towards the corner of her mouth.&nbsp; “I'm thinking you don’t need beer to get you hot and wild,” she teased, pressing her body even closer to Melissa’s, her firm, rounded breasts stroking the other girl’s own shapely bosom in that dance as her hips gyrated against Melissa’s and the guy’s behind her.&nbsp; “Mmm, I like this sandwich very much.&nbsp; And I’m feeling something sandwiched in my ass,” she giggled as the guy’s erection nudged her bottom enthusiastically.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 00:29:24</strong>
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				She let out a loud laugh before grabbing Summers hand and pulling away from the guys. "Come on, the parties started and they wont ever forget the Iron scar girls." She looked back, giving the guys a wink as she pulled Summer along. "Sorry guys, next time." she called out. <br><br>Melissa lead her back into the hallway, grabbing a beer on the way out and stopped to take a drink. "Wheres your room?" she asked softly, stumbling just slightly as she took a step back. 
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 04:16:44</strong>
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				Summer stumbled after Melissa, wiggling her fingers and giggling in farewell at the groaning audience.&nbsp; Once outside, she took the beer from the other girl and took a turn drinking from it.&nbsp; “I guess you want to talk now?” she purred, or at least tried to... it came out more slurred than anything else.<br><br>“It’s on the third floor… Come on.”&nbsp; She took Melissa’s hand and pulled her up the stairs, then down the hallway until they came to her room.&nbsp; She had chosen to have her own room for her senior year.&nbsp; Once inside, she closed the door and walked to the bed, flopping down on her side and resting her chin on her palm, her long slender leg crossing over the other as she regarded the other girl with rather unfocused eyes, albeit with a bright smile.&nbsp; “What did you want to talk about, hon?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 04:38:32</strong>
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				Melissa made sure to bring a few more beers before they went upstairs. She plopped down on the bed with Summer and opened a beer before taking a few swigs. "Think I started to get a little to wild down there." she said with a giggle before leaning back against the headboard. She reached out and took her hat back, pushing it down over the brown locks of long hair on her head. <br><br>Grinning she pounced on Summer and pinned down her arms playfully. "I need you to listen really carefully to me and keep an open mind alright?" she said in a serious tone while looking down into the other girls eyes. 
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 20:26:09</strong>
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				Summer started to giggle at the playful tackle, her body squirming teasingly as she combed her fingers through the other girl’s silky brown locks.&nbsp; Then her smile faded a little, as something of Melissa’s earnestness penetrated the beer-induced haze in her mind.&nbsp; It occurred to her again that Melissa was far from home…<br><br>She nodded.&nbsp; “Okay, I’ll listen,” she said softly.&nbsp; “What is all this about, Melissa?&nbsp; What are you really doing here?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>27-07-2009, 21:56:07</strong>
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				"This would be my first time explaining it." she said softly before moving off of the other girl and sitting back. "The truth is, I'm not human. Never have been...what I am is a werewolf. We aren't myth, folklore, or hollywood fiction. We're real hunters and killers that stalk the night. Our pack has been in control of Ironhome for centuries, we're the reason why people hang wolfsbane over their doors or why its illegal to carry silver. We've been around all this time silently protecting you"
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>28-07-2009, 16:31:41</strong>
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				“Now wait a minute…” Summer sat up slowly and inched away from Melissa, the expression in her eyes one of incredulity.&nbsp; She had said she would keep an open mind… and it was true that she had grown up with the legends surrounding the town’s origins and history… but this… this was a little hard to take…<br><br>“You— you’re a werewolf?” She struggled deeply with the idea… and if there had been the slightest kernel of truth in it, she should have felt afraid.&nbsp; But because it was Melissa she felt only a wild curiosity.&nbsp; If Melissa were insane, it would definitely make their relationship very interesting indeed…&nbsp; “You mean… you transform into a wolf when the moon is full?”&nbsp; <br><br>She was still unbelieving and wasn’t at all expecting any sort of transformations… but perhaps it was the only way to convince her…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 03:26:17</strong>
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				She shook her head side to side slowly "No. Acctually we can change forms at will. The moons phase doesnt really effect our ability to change shape." she paused for a moment to reach up and take her hat off, hanging it on one of the bed posts and then kicking off her cowboy boots. She figured she would have to transform to prove it and she wasnt about to ruin her clothes just to prove it. "I know youre skeptical, I was too till I went through my first change so its something I expected. If you want I can prove it to you."
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>29-07-2009, 22:37:22</strong>
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				Summer sat still, watching Melissa with wide eyes, her dazed mind running in many different directions.&nbsp; The legends did say the werewolves of Ironhome roamed every night, and not just when the moon waxed full.&nbsp; If Melissa were really a werewolf…<br><br>She got up from the bed and started backing away slowly.&nbsp; “If you transform… you won’t hurt me?&nbsp; Do your—your mental faculties remain intact in wolf form?”&nbsp; She couldn't believe she was having this conversation with Melissa...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>30-07-2009, 22:58:02</strong>
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				She walked over in front of the door, standing in front of it in case the girl decided to make a break for it. The only way she could get out was either through Melissa or out the window and down three stories which she was quick enough to stop. "I wont hurt you, I promise. Its true our hybrid form is what some people call the war form and that our emotions are more powerful in them but we do have a great deal of control in them too."
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>31-07-2009, 04:39:57</strong>
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				<br>Melissa’s movements blocking the path to the door were not lost on Summer, and she stood still, studying the other girl searchingly.&nbsp; Did she actually believe this?&nbsp; She was already looking for little outcroppings of fur, of ears getting all pointy, teeth elongating into fangs… while stories of the legends told in her childhood swirled in her head.&nbsp; Could they be true?<br><br>She nodded slowly.&nbsp; “Okay, Melissa… I trust you.”&nbsp; She waited, gripping her hands together, her palms suddenly damp, while her heart pounded with… excitement.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-08-2009, 04:29:31</strong>
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				"Well first things first. Ive gotta get naked cause I'm not ruining a bunch of clothes if I dont have to." she said before reaching up to the half shirt that she wore. She pulled it up and off, hanging it on the door before reaching behind her to unbuckle the white lace bra that was hidden beneath it. Before she let it fall to the ground she turned around to face away from Summer. <br><br>Then she reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping the jeans and pushing them and her white lace panties down her long legs, even giving Summer a perfect view of her naughty bits as she bent down slightly. Once she was naked she put her hands over her nipples and looked back at the other girl. "Don't freak out." she said in a matter of factly tone. As she exhaled she changed over what seemed like an hour but was only a split second. Summer could see her smooth skin grow thick fur, her body gain about a hundred pounds of pure muscle, her body grow to a height of nine feet tall, her fingernails sharpen into claws, and her face extend until it was a full canine muzzle. <br><br>When all was done she lowered her hands and looked back at Summer standing there in all her nightmarish glory
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 18:58:56</strong>
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				Summer watched, wide-eyed, as Melissa methodically undressed.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure now what to expect at all… and when she reached the wall in her retreat, she braced her back against it, all her instincts, tinged by the legend of the werewolves, responding to the primal excitement that coursed through her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh god, could it be true?<br><br>Then she watched the transformation, and with each inch of growth and metamorphosis into the monstrous form of the creature that used to be a lovely young girl, her own knees transformed to jelly, her breathing coming in shallow gasps, her heart thudding in her ribcage like a caged animal.&nbsp; Faintness swamped her so that she almost slid down the wall, her legs giving way beneath her, her eyes fixed in hypnotic horror on the werewolf as it seemed to take up all the space in her small dorm room, its head grazing the ceiling.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh god…” she breathed, her voice hoarse and trembling as she struggled to keep herself upright against the wall.&nbsp; “Oh my god… it’s true… “&nbsp; Her wide, terrified eyes gazed mesmerized into the wolf’s eyes.&nbsp; “It’s true… you… you’ve come for me, haven’t you?”<br><br>In a sudden flood of clarity, it all made sense to her now…&nbsp; her parents’ desire to see her out of Ironhome, the legends, the Pact that the werewolves had made with the townspeople…<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>03-08-2009, 23:05:50</strong>
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				There was a low growl that sneaked past Melissa's lips but it was of relief instead of aggression. She was finally able to get into a form that felt more natural unlike the Pure wolf or human forms that she was usually forced into. There was a poping sound as she arched her back stretching it out before she relaxed and sat down on the floor. "I am one of the Iron Scar pack members, I have been since I was thirteen. Before we even met. Much of Ironhome's legends are true but no one outside the pack and its mates knows all the truth. Three hundred years ago Ironhome was the property of a powerful vampire, a monster much worse then us. The pack tried to live in harmony with him but he insisted on making our lives harder. Eventually the Iron scar pack went to war. He was overconfident and his skull still rests on a pike, hanging above the gates to Ironhome's graveyard. I'm sure you've seen it. After that vampire was turned to ash we went to the citizens of Ironhome and we struck a pact, we would provide them with protection from the creatures of the night and in exchange they were to uphold small traditions and laws but most importantly once a generation a woman would be given to us for breeding. She would birth at least one child for every male in the pack. That child would either be taken care of by the parents or given to one of the many families that know the truth."<br><br>She paused there, standing up and beginning to change back, covering her nipples and showing a slight blush on her face as the fur ungrew itself. "The reason why this falls to you is because werewolves cant mate with each other, it produces a violent creature of pure malevolence. You and I were the only girls to be born for this generation, since I cant mate with the males in my pack you have to. Almost everyone has the blood of the pack in their viens now, even you but as our pack members die in battle or the few that get to old age we need new ones. Breeding for us is a duty that must be maintained just like our pact to protect you." 
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				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 05:30:04</strong>
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				Summer somehow made it back to the bed, and she dropped down unsteadily to sit on the edge.&nbsp; Dazed, she listened to Melissa’s words spoken in the cavernous growl of the creature’s throat, and because they were spoken in the werewolf’s voice, every word burned in her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>She did remember the skull when she rode past it on her horse and had wondered whose gruesome relic it was.&nbsp; Knowing now that it was a vampire’s made her shiver… and she wondered now what else were out there besides werewolves.&nbsp; <br><br>She gazed raptly, eyes unnaturally large now, as Melissa transformed back to a pretty girl, all evidence of her nature gone. Then, at Melissa’s last words, she paled, although not with terror.&nbsp; She now knew that the werewolf Melissa meant her no harm, or else she would already have been torn to shreds by those fearsome claws and sharp dripping teeth.&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded in subdued understanding of the Pact and all it signified for her. “What—would happen to Ironhome if the Pact is broken by the townspeople?” she whispered.&nbsp; “Are there still… vampires out there? Do you still fight them off for us?”<br><br>She thought of her parents, and her friends back in Ironhome, and her blood ran cold.&nbsp; For many years she and they had lived in blissful ignorance, but now she was no longer ignorant… and knowledge brought terror of a new unknown.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 06:03:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa walked over to collect her clothes, putting one garment on at a time. Yet even with her back to Summer the girl could see every one of her curves and naught bits every time she bent down to get another piece of clothing. "The original pact says that if humans break the pact then the Iron scar pack will forfeit all kinds of protection and leadership. Without us the town would be easy prey for just about any supernatural thing out in the night."<br><br>As she slipped her panties and the hip hugging jeans back on she wiggled her hips back and forth to help ease them on. "There are worse things then vampires out there. A new vampire can be killed about as easily as a human. There are some that it would take a full pack of us to kill though and those are very powerful. Lord Shaggoth the one who our pack killed was known to litterally work miners to death and as a man, woman, or even child layed on the ground ready to die he would cut open their neck and drink every last drop of blood he could while the persons heart was still beating. The main thing we protect you from right now is spirits, they're unseen creatures that can possess humans and force you to do terrible things for its own pleasure."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 18:08:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Summer listened and watched, marveling at the contrast between the nubile young girl and the creature that had just nearly filled her dorm room to bursting.&nbsp; How was it possible that those sweet, ripe feminine curves could ever have been twisted into a monstrous shape?&nbsp; If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would never have believed it.<br><br>She shivered and hugged herself, her hands rubbing over the goosebumps that grew on her bare arms in instinctive terror of the unknown.&nbsp; “All these years, we’ve all gone about our business so certain we were safe… and I guess we were, because you protected us.”&nbsp; Then she gazed at Melissa with large, questioning hazel eyes.&nbsp; “So… that means I need to fulfill the Pact, or else my family and the town will be left defenseless?&nbsp; And—and you said I would have to birth a child for every male?”&nbsp; She swallowed.&nbsp; “How does that work, exactly?&nbsp; Would I give birth to a litter, or birth them one by one to each pack member?&nbsp; Will they be born in --- human form?”<br><br>She suddenly pictured herself nursing wolf cubs, and while it wasn’t, surprisingly, a repellent idea, it was definitely something that would take getting used to!<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 00:53:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa took her time with the clothes, adjusting her bra and shirt till it revealed the same feminine curves that everyone had seen downstairs. "Pretty much if the pact is broken the Iron Scar pack will refuse to protect Ironhome from that point on. Youre a human so you'll have human children and youll have the same number of them as any human. You might have twins or triplets but probably just one at a time."<br><br>She set the cowboy hat back on her head, pushing it down so it was secure before turning back. "There's three male's in our pack and all of them are pretty good looking, I don't think it'll be an unpleasant experience." she said with a wink.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 06:21:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Summer watched Melissa finish dressing, rapt with fascination.&nbsp; It was as if the creature had never hunkered on the middle of her dorm room floor.&nbsp; But one thing was certain... she would never look at Melissa quite the same way again.&nbsp; <br><br>A shiver went through her body at hearing there were three males.&nbsp; Well, she supposed she should be thankful there weren’t ten or twenty, no matter how cute in human form… but still…<br><br>“So… they mate with me… one at a time?” she said hesitantly.&nbsp; “And the next one waits until I bear a child to the previous one before mating with me?”&nbsp; Good lord, at that rate she would be pregnant three years running… maybe having a litter all at once was not such a bad idea…<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 06:32:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked back, detecting the uneasiness in her voice and smiled. "Three hot guys ready to have the kinkiest, wildest, and most intense sex you can think of...I think I might want all three at once." she said with a grin. <br><br>Melissa walked up and took the girls hand smiling. "Lets not worry about that though. For now, just come back to the ranch and meet everyone. Get to know them a bit and well talk about getting your schooling done through online classes or something like that. What do you think?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 06:49:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Well, if you put it that way…”&nbsp; Summer felt the heat rise up inside her body at the thought… three hot guys all at once.&nbsp; Her knees nearly buckled again.&nbsp; She grinned weakly at Melissa.&nbsp; “Ok, so where do I sign up?”&nbsp; Her grin took on a teasing dimple as her hand curled around Melissa’s hand… which, incredibly, had been a massive clawed paw only minutes ago.&nbsp; “If they’re as hot as you are, then yes… I’d love to meet them.”&nbsp; <br><br>The Pact was all that mattered now… and keeping her parents and Ironhome safe.&nbsp; And somewhere deep inside, the idea of mating with three hot werewolves called to the wolf-tinged blood pulsing through her veins.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 07:22:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The drive back home was a long and involved one lasting a little over three hours. Stops were short and to the point and there was little to do except play road games and talk about all manner of topics. Melissa had driven almost the whole way but her brother Danial Scott and another werewolf had been waiting there who Summer got to meet and talk with breifly in the truck. He was a pretty boy and had a flair of attraction about him that few women could resist easily. <br><br>Eventually they came to the outskirts of their old town, Ironhome. It was the old Wellden ranch that they drove by and pulled into. Two men were in the process of putting the horses away when they stopped by and Melissa parked the truck right by the backdoor to the one story house. As everyone got out Melissa and Daniel both took a moment to stretch and showed Summer to the restrooms in the house. When everyone had stretched out and relieved themselves Daniel went out to the barn to help the others and Melissa stayed in the house to keep Summer company.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 17:00:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>The drive back to Ironhome was quite surreal.&nbsp; &nbsp;As the college receded in the distance and the road loomed ahead of them, Summer Cordova felt herself being irrevocably drawn into another realm, one that had hitherto been hidden from her… and her heart pounded with a mixture of trepidation and excitement, her sense of security and certainty in a world that she had always thought safe warring with the adventurous spirit that had her willingly getting into a truck with three people she now knew were werewolves.<br><br>Melissa had been right about the pack members, though, at least with Daniel.&nbsp; He was physically gorgeous, a feast for the eyes.&nbsp; That she was aware of the animal that lurked under the beauty of his human form made him all the more exciting and dangerous… and the thought that she would have to mate with him was not at all an unpleasant thought.<br><br>She was half asleep when they reached the ranch.&nbsp; It was still dark, and the buildings were shrouded in shadows, but from what she could remember, the ranch was a typical one and from the outside, one would never have known that nightmare creatures lived in it.&nbsp; And it seemed that it was a hotbed of activity at night.&nbsp; <br><br>After freshening up in the bathroom, Summer joined Melissa and went to a window to peer outside.&nbsp; She could make out moving shadows in the dark, glints here and there of skin and clothing in the lustrous light of the full moon.<br><br>“What are they doing?” she whispered, her hazel eyes wide.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Are you like vampires or something?&nbsp; You stay up at night and sleep during the day?”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:00:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa plopped down on one of the couches and turned on the TV, listening to the local news. "Probably taking care of the horses and dogs. We usually work throughout the day, go hunting after the daily business is done, and then come back here to get some sleep." <br><br>She stretched out and put her feet up as well as setting her hat down on the coffee table. Outside Summer could see the three men lead a pair of horses into the barn and a few moments later they all came out, smiling and laughing like good friends might. The sliding glass door opened a minute later as the three men came inside. All three of them were burly with the kind of naturally muscular build that farm and ranch hands were used to. The one in front stopped to look at her and then went into the kitchen where he stopped to wash his hands. He was dressed like the rest of them in jeans and a button up flannel shirt and cowboy hat. His face was covered in a deep brown goatee but otherwise he had handsome features. "So you're summer right?" he asked as the water rinsed the grim from his hands. "I'm Jonus, the boss around here."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 05:06:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Summer perched on the edge of the couch next to Melissa, trying to concentrate on the news.&nbsp; She was still nervous about the whole thing.&nbsp; After all, she was now in a ranch full of werewolves… and when all was said and done, she was completely at their mercy.&nbsp; <br><br>At the entrance of the three men/werewolves, she scooted closer to the edge of the couch, unconsciously preparing for flight.&nbsp; She wasn’t sure what to expect from them.&nbsp; But the main&nbsp; thing that comforted her was that it was such a normal-looking ranch, and they were normal looking human cowboys taking care of normal ranch chores.&nbsp; Although the facade was meant to lull suspicion away from them, they <em>were</em> partially human, with human thoughts and emotions… had been born human until their transformations.&nbsp; And they <em>had</em> protected the townspeople of Ironhome from things that go bump in the night… so there was that going for them in Summer’s mind.<br><br>Well, almost normal.&nbsp; Melissa had been right. Daniel she had already decided was gorgeous.&nbsp; After a sweeping gaze over the other two men, she also decided that they were breathtakingly good-looking, each in his own way. Was it a prerequisite to be a member of the Iron Scar pack, she wondered wryly?&nbsp; <br><br>Summer jumped up when Jonus addressed her, and despite her attempts to relax, her nervousness showed through in her smile.&nbsp; “Yes, I’m Summer Cordova,” she stumbled.&nbsp; “Are you... the alpha of the pack, then?”&nbsp; In the back of her mind, she thought she knew what that meant…<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 06:11:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He took the time to get cleaned up a bit and then got a glass of water before moving over to the coach across from her and Melissa. He took a long drink and then nodded "Yep. Alpha's the word we tend to use for leadership. Melissa's our beta or second in command."<br><br>Melissa reached up to take the hat off her head and then put it on Summers, smiling. "I already told her about it the history boss. She's a little nervous though so go easy on her ok?"<br><br>He nodded as he drank down the rest of the water and cleared his throat. His hand absently stroking his goatee the whole time. "Well lets get you set up in Melissa's room for the night at least till we can get the spare room set up. We usually use it for storage so its full of stuff right now. So Im guessing you've got questions about the pact and the situation. Right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 06:26:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh…questions. Heavens yes.”&nbsp; Summer tilted the hat back on her head and fidgeted with it until she just left it as is on her long, silky brown hair.&nbsp; Taking another measure of comfort from a glance at the smiling Melissa, she took a deep breath and focused her attention on the pack’s Alpha, more than a tinge of curiosity in her large hazel eyes as calm and reason slowly replaced her nervousness.&nbsp; “How old are you?&nbsp; I mean, you don’t look much older than your mid-thirties.&nbsp; But are you guys immortal, like vampires?”<br><br>Now she wished she’d paid more attention to the legends and lore that the old-timers often spoke of in her parent’s tavern.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 06:34:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He got up and went back into the kitchen refilling the glass of water and then came back out, sitting back down. He smiled at her question, chuckling softly "Oh no, Im only thirty two and Im actually the oldest living packmate. Were blessed with amazing regeneration which makes our lives incredibly long. The oldest Iron scar werewolf that we know of was the original alpha and he lived to two hundred and seven. We live long if we dont die from our eternal war but that doesnt make us immortal."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 06:47:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Two hundred and seven…” Summer breathed.&nbsp; “Wow.”&nbsp; Then her eyes slid over Jonus’ muscular form, unconsciously sizing him up for… bed.&nbsp; Well, with something that nice, she thought involuntarily, regeneration was certainly the way to go. <br><br>She forced her mind back on track. “OK… so you guys are in an eternal war and fight… Melissa called them unseen creatures.&nbsp; Spirits.&nbsp; Are they demons or something? Succubi or incubi?”&nbsp; She was proud that she at least remembered those terms.&nbsp; “Like the demons in the Exorcist?&nbsp; And how do you fight them?&nbsp; As werewolves, or as some sort of spirit form?”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 07:03:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He laughed at that and shook his head side to side again "No. No when we say spirits, we mean spirits. Everything has a spirit, an animal, a plant, a building, a car. There are even spirits of ideas and concepts like lust or murder. We prevent those spirits from coming into this world and taking possession of people. I suppose someone could call them demons but thats not their true name. To do our job we cross over into their world and we hunt. If we find a spirit that plans to cross over we tear it apart."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 07:22:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She tilted her head to the side, questioningly. “Cross over?&nbsp; You mean like through some sort of portal into the spirit world?&nbsp; Or through channeling?”&nbsp; Although she’d been made aware of the superstitions surrounding the werewolves from an early age, she was still largely stumped by supernatural lore, having lived a blissfully ignorant childhood and teenage years absorbed by her studies and… well, boys and parties.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 07:32:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded before taking another long drink and leaning back into the coach as he thought about how to answer the question. "There are two worlds, this world where we and a lot of other beings exist. Then there's a reflection of this world thats home to the spirits that make up everything. The shadow, as we call it, reflects our world. As long as a person remembers a building being on a lot the building will be there in the shadow. If people remember a vast forest on land at one time and a town at another the two will intermix in the shadow."<br><br>He pointed out toward the mountains. "Normally werewolves can only cross over to the shadow at a locus, which is a point in the shadow thats like a spiritual watering hole. Eight miles that way where the mountains and fields meet there a verge, a weakpoint between the barrier that seperates our worlds. Anyone can cross over there. Werewolf, human, animal, whatever."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 07:53:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Summer listened raptly, trying to make sense of it all.&nbsp; The image she had of the shadow in her mind was of a living mirror, mostly reflecting what this world contained, but having its own life, merging with the reflection of this world.&nbsp; She nodded slowly.&nbsp; “I think I get it.&nbsp; Does it… feel and look and sound just like this world?&nbsp; Besides the spirits who live there, what makes it different?”&nbsp; She hesitated.&nbsp; “And what happens if a spirit gets past you and into this world?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 08:03:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He tilted his head to the side, thinking about the questions for several minutes. "The shadow is a world of horror and danger. Few people can explain what it looks like. Even werewolves are cautious of the shadow and its denizens. It mostly smells different, but you don't have our noses so its hard to explain it to someone that doesn't have our acute senses. Anyway, on the rare times that a spirit isn't torn apart, it crosses the barrier between worlds, it finds a host to use for its desires, and the chaos begins. Some spirits of lust, pain, and humiliation have started bondage clubs. Spirits of murder and death will commit the greatest masacres in history."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>07-08-2009, 17:13:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>“Ohhh…” Summer breathed, her eyes widening as far as they would go.&nbsp; “Not good.&nbsp; So not good.&nbsp; Are you saying Hitler was possessed by a spirit of murder and death?&nbsp; Perhaps a big kahuna of the spirits?&nbsp; Because, you know, that was really extreme…” her voice trailed off as she grappled with this revelation, feeling a long shiver build up inside her.&nbsp; And she and her parents had believed how safe their world was all these years…&nbsp; “So there are escaped spirits in this world right now, causing mayhem?”&nbsp; <br><br>Now she understood why the werewolves needed to proliferate themselves... because three in a pack seemed to her to be vulnerable to being overworked.&nbsp; “How many of you are there in the world?” she said tentatively, thinking the werewolves might be something of an endangered species.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>08-08-2009, 06:06:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shrugged at most of her questions. "Packs dont communicate with other packs very often. If there are several packs are in a region there might be a meeting once in awhile but we have no contact with werewolves on opposite sides of the continent, let alone opposite sides of the world."<br><br>He layed back stretching out and taking another drink. "I dont know what mortals might or might not have been possessed by spirits. I suppose each mass murderer could have been possessed but theres no proof one way or another. Somehow I cant help but think the famous mass murderers like Hitler would have been sniffed out by local packs if they were ridden."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>09-08-2009, 05:06:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Summer nodded.&nbsp; The excitement of the past few hours was starting to tell on her, in her wan paleness as well as lines of tiredness around her eyes.&nbsp; She curled her long legs under her on the couch and laid her head on the back, smiling at the alpha sleepily through a yawn, which she tried to suppress with her hand.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’m so sorry, but I think my mind has checked out for the night,” she admitted.&nbsp; “A few hours sleep will help… and I’m sure I’ll have more questions for y’all when I wake up.”&nbsp; Not to mention more energy and alertness for what may happen… she really, really wanted to be awake for--- well, the sole reason she had been brought to the ranch for.&nbsp; Looking at Jonus and the other two, she somehow knew it would be an experience she would likely never want to forget.&nbsp; “Oh… and am I allowed to contact my parents in town?&nbsp; They might want to know where I am just in case they try to contact me at the college and I’m not there.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 03:52:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded slowly "Yes you're free to visit with them and do whatever you want in town. I've already let them know of the situation but unless otherwise stated by one of us assume that anyone else is not supposed to know." <br><br>He stood up and stretched, followed by Melissa standing up. "Alright well then have sweet dreams. We're about to go hunting to make sure everythings alright. Melissa could you take care of Summer while I get the others. You can meet us out there once shes taken care of."<br><br>The other woman nodded and made a come here motion with her finger as she spoke. "Ok, come on Summer I'll help you get settled in."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 12:04:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Summer got up, stretching and rubbing her back.&nbsp; “Wow, I wonder how they took it,” she murmured.&nbsp; She nodded at Jonus’ command--- and command it was, she couldn’t mistake it for anything else--- making a zipping motion over her lips. “Yes sir.&nbsp; Not a word from me.”&nbsp; <br><br>Turning to follow Melissa, she looked over her shoulder and smiled warmly at Jonus.&nbsp; “Good night, and thank you… for answering my questions,” she said softly.&nbsp; <br><br>It was actually much more than she had expected… and had opened her eyes wider in awed awareness of this new world she had so suddenly become a part of.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 06:10:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa lead her into a large corner room with two windows, both facing toward the road that lead away from the ranch. The room was painted red and had several posters of popular bands on the walls. There was a large walk in closet next to the door inwards and a computer set up on top of a desk under one of the windows. The most notable feature in it was the king size bed in the center which was made with a thick black blanket over it. The headboard was more of another shelf and had a few stuffed animals layed out on it. <br><br>When they entered Melissa bowed down and let her hand swipe across as if she were unvieling a marvel of the world. "Welcome Summer, this is my room. Kind of my territory away from our territory." she said, followed by a giggle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 06:55:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Oh, it’s such a lovely room, exactly as I imagined a werewolf’s bedroom to look like!” Summer exclaimed, then burst out herself into a grin.&nbsp; “Not! Although it <em>is</em> exactly as I imagined Melissa’s room to look,” she teased, then flopped down on the bed, kicking off her sandals and grabbing one of the stuffed animals before lying down on her side.&nbsp; <br><br>Knowing she had to get up eventually to unpack at least a nightgown out of her suitcase, she placed the fuzzy toy under her cheek as a pillow and looked at Melissa with intense curiosity.&nbsp; “Do you like being a werewolf, Melissa?&nbsp; I mean, you seem really okay with it… are you?”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 23:12:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa went over to the closet and dug around for a bit before pulling out a large metal case with a red cross on it and placed it on the table. As she talked she opened it up and arranged a number of items inside for when they got back. "I changed a long time before we even met. There's no trigger to the first change, it just happens but usually not before puberty and the oldest person to change that we know of was sixty. I changed when I was thirteen and luckily I took my rage out on just the nearby cattle."<br><br>She moved over to sit on the bed beside summer, holding the case in her hands. "Our emotions are more powerful then humans and its true we age much slower. Some wolves see it as a curse, I see it as liberation. Sure every night I'm fighting for my life, but the feelings I get when I hunt and kill my prey are as intense as true love. I wonder if I would go back sometimes but the answer is no. Despite all the complications of being a werewolf, all the dangers, I cant imagine going back to a life without the things that make me really feel alive."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:07:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Summer sat up and swung her legs over the side, hugging the stuffed toy to her as she sat next to Melissa.&nbsp; She winced now thinking of all the concerns she’d had as a teenager, which, compared to Melissa’s teenage years, seemed entirely petty and unimportant now.&nbsp; She never had to worry about hunting down spirits, for one thing… <br><br>For the first time since learning Melissa was a werewolf, Summer touched her, rubbing her hand comfortingly down the other girl’s arm.&nbsp; She said quietly, “I think you really have to like what you are and what you do to keep doing it.&nbsp; It’s certainly a thankless job.”&nbsp; She hesitated.&nbsp; “How does a spirit kill werewolves?&nbsp; Do they… tear werewolves apart, as Jonus says you do to them?”&nbsp; Then her eyes strayed down to the case in Melissa’s hands, unable to restrain her curiosity any longer.&nbsp; “And what is that?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:18:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She titled her head to the side, thinking about the question for a few moments. "Its different for each spirit. Some will bash us with appendages, others will use weapons, some of them <em>are</em> weapons...Ive seen a machine gun spirit before. Snake spirits can poison us with a bite. Others use Numina which is kind of like magic, they use essence to harm us."<br><br>She looked down and ran a finger over the metal case. "This is just a first aid kit. I always set it out on the kitchen table for when we get back. Usually we just come back with a few bruises and bumps but sometimes, on rare occasions we have some serious injuries that require stitches or field surgery. We've all learned how to patch each other up, I'm even looking into a PHD in medicine because of it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:29:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Summer shivered.&nbsp; “Good lord, and what do you guys use to fight them back?&nbsp; Do you have weapons? Or do you just use those terrifying claws and teeth?”&nbsp; The image of the werewolf glowering darkly in her dorm room filled her mind now, and she wondered if anything could be more fearsome than that creature of nightmares.&nbsp; <br><br>“But you heal quickly, right? Isn’t that what Jonus said?” she said in concern.&nbsp; “Do you have a sort of clinic here?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 06:43:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded slowly "Most of us will use tooth and claw but we do have weapons too. We call them Klaives and they can be any kind of weapon from a sword to a gun. There are other tools we use called fetishes which have spirits inside them, some forced some voluntary."<br><br>She pointed out toward the barn "We have a makeshift clinic set up out there for the big jobs. We do heal quickly but sometimes so much damage is done that we have to tend to wounds and stop bleeding till we do heal the injuries. A punch with a fist will be healed in a few seconds. A stab with a knife might take fifteen to thirty minutes to heal up. Sometimes injuries need to be tended to so that they dont grow worse"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 07:19:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Summer craned her neck to look out the window, then she turned back to Melissa.&nbsp; “Well, if you ever need a second pair of hands, I’m well-trained in CPR and first aid techniques from my time as a lifeguard at the community pool,” she offered.<br><br>Then she hesitated.&nbsp; “Would you … consider taking me on one of your hunts one of these days?&nbsp; Oh I know, it sounds crazy… I’m thinking of having my head checked.&nbsp; But … I just want to see this other world… this Shadow, as Jonus called it...”&nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 07:26:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded slowly "Sometimes I can use an extra pair of hands. As for the shadow, I think you better worry about getting settled in first. We can give you a klaive and take you across another night. It can be a scary place though."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 07:48:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Summer shuddered, remembering how Jonus described the Shadow.&nbsp; &nbsp;And the place was full of spirits bent on dominating or destroying mankind… she really needed to make an appointment for a shrink.&nbsp; But her curiosity was aroused… and the same spirit of adventure that had taken her this far was egging her on to explore.<br><br>She nodded, then a yawn suddenly overcame her.&nbsp; “Oh god, I’m exhausted.&nbsp; Right now all I can think of is settling down into this nice cozy bed.”&nbsp; Her hands smoothed the blanket as she smiled at the other girl. “I’ll warm it up for you.&nbsp; And wake me up if you need help or something, ok?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 07:58:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She nodded slowly and patted her knee. "The bathrooms the next door over in case you want to take a shower and brush your teeth before you sack out." She got up and moved over to the dresser, taking a small necklace made of canine fangs and hanging it around her neck. Then she undressed again, tossing her top and bra into the empty clothes hamper and then kicking off her boots before she removed her bottoms, socks,and panties, giving Summer a perfect view of her naughty bits each time she bent down. <br><br>She looked back and put her hat on the post, standing there as naked as the day she was born and showing a tanned and muscled body. "We should be back in a couple of hours. See you then." With the pleasentries done she shifted again, this time turning into a gray furred wolf before dashing out the door to meet up with the others.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 18:46:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Summer didn’t think she would ever get used to it.&nbsp; One second a beautiful young girl with smooth flawless skin, a few moments later a beautiful wolf dashing off to go hunting.&nbsp; The duality of it was mind-boggling, and for many seconds after that Summer sat on the bed catching her breath.<br><br>Then she dragged her suitcase to the bed and rummaged for the things she needed for a .shower and bed.&nbsp; She did her own dashing down the hall towards the bathroom… perhaps a little uneasy now that the house was empty.&nbsp; But she convinced herself that a spirit wouldn’t last long in the werewolves’ domain, so she took her shower and brushed her teeth in relative peace of mind and returned to the bedroom in her normal sleeping attire, a lavender satin baby doll that hung from her bare shoulders in flimsy straps, the fabric shimmering and clinging to her soft curves down to just above mid-thigh.<br><br>Yawning, she slipped in between the covers and snuggled under them, deciding to leave the light on for Melissa.&nbsp; At least, this was her excuse, although she suspected that wolves could see in the dark.&nbsp; As she drifted off to sleep, her dreams were immediately plagued by images of monstrous spirits as she wandered in the Shadow, alone and unprotected.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 05:12:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They were gone for hours, not arriving back till two in the morning. The sliding glass door opened as Jonus lead the pack back inside. Each one of them lacking any kind of clothes except for a few pieces of jewelry. Jonus had a few bruises but otherwise flawless skin. As they talked their voices carried, muffled but audible.<br><br>Only John, the big man with the various tatoo's over his body had anything worse. Melissa quickly went to tending to his wounds, taking the first aid kit and wrapping a bandage over the gash on his forearm. She tied it tight and then leaned back in the chair. "Should be all healed up tommorrow, shouldnt even leave a scar too."<br><br>The big man nodded and ran a hand over the bandages as the battle went through his mind. "Ill try to be more careful next time. I just saw an opportunity and took it. Didnt really have the time to let you guys know."<br><br>She shrugged "It happens. So are we hitting the sack or did you still want to talk about the girl boss?"<br><br>Jonus moved over to the sink and got a glass of water first, taking a moment to drink it down as he thought about it. "Yeah we should talk about the girl. She may be part of the pact, but I want this clear..." He looked at the two other males of the pack his eyes showing seriousness. "She needs to be treated with the highest form of respect. Its her choice when and with who she mates with. In short, Im saying that if you push her into mating or take her against her will Ill rip your throats out."<br><br>Melissa let out a giggle and looked at the two other males, grinning. "He's not the only one."<br><br>The two men nodded and answered in unison "It wont be a problem."<br><br>OOC: Figure Ill give her the option of intruding if you like
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 16:39:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His name was Misanthrope.&nbsp; Summer didn’t know how she knew this, but she just knew.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the string of invectives he hurled upon her womanhood as he stalked her through the ranch in the Shadow, a grin of pure malice twisting already warped, ape-like features.&nbsp; She stumbled around yet another corner, wondering how the ranch had taken on on so many maze-like hallways… and always, she could feel the spirit’s malevolent presence not far behind her, taunting, playing with her as if she were a lab rat in the maze.&nbsp; <br><br>She heard his gorily descriptive threats of what he would do to her womanly parts, and she shook with horror.&nbsp; Was there no way out of here?&nbsp; Where were the werewolves when she needed them?&nbsp; She turned another corner, hoping to see the front hallway this time… and came face to face with Misanthrope reaching out for her.<br><br>A scream froze noiselessly in her throat. The jolt of the sudden encounter awakened her, and she jerked upright in bed, panting, sweat trickling down her forehead and down her spine.<br><br>Thank god, it was only a dream… and she slumped in relief.&nbsp; Then she heard the voices in the house, the warmly familiar one of Melissa’s, and those of the male werewolves.&nbsp; Not stopping to think, she jumped out of bed, ripped the sheet off the mattress and wrapped it around her, then flew out of the bedroom and down the stairs in her bare feet.&nbsp; <br><br>She skidded to a stop on the threshold, her eyes widening into platters and her jaw dropping.&nbsp; She caught Jonus’ last words at the same time, and she almost forgot her terror as heat flooded and spread through her body.&nbsp; <br><br>The tableau before her was enough to make any warm-blooded woman melt into a puddle on the floor.&nbsp; One gorgeous nude male would have been enough, even Melissa’s naked beauty by itself… but three?&nbsp; She suddenly leaned against the door frame, her knees giving out, and the sheet slipped a little to reveal the delicate, silky curve of her bare shoulder.&nbsp; <br><br>“Good lord,” she breathed, “Do you guys make a habit of going around without clothes?”<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 01:27:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				They all looked back at her in unison, noting how she was slumped onto the floor. Each one of them moved over to her and it was Daniel, the handsomest of the pack that got to her first. He kneeled down and took her hand ready to help her up to her feet. "You alright Summer?" he asked softly After looking over her for a few moments he tried to help her stand again. "We usually travel by wolf form so we dont wear clothes when we go hunting."<br><br>Each one of them had a concerned look on their face about her well being and were ready and eager to jump to help her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 02:12:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I’m fine, thank you,” she smiled up at Daniel, her hand curling around his as she let him pull her up to her feet.&nbsp; She inwardly cursed her display of weakness.&nbsp; She was more tired than she thought, and the nightmare hadn’t helped at all.&nbsp; <br><br>It was hard not to let her eyes travel over Daniel’s magnificent body on the way up, her gaze stumbling a little on his glorious manhood so bare to her gaze.&nbsp; Knowing that intimate knowledge of not just his body, but Jonus’ and John’s as well, was inevitable, there went her knees again, the heat pooling in a throbbing ache between her legs, and an actual melting seemed to be taking place in her own body as she felt the hot silky wetness seep out to moisten her soft inner thighs. <br><br>Instead of letting his hand go, her fingers tightened around his, and she drew closer to him, seeking the warm, solid comfort of his hard flesh.&nbsp; “I had a nightmare,” she admitted. “I’ve never had one like it before.&nbsp; At least not this bad.”&nbsp; She smiled self-deprecatingly.&nbsp; “About a spirit in the Shadow.&nbsp; I guess I’ve always had an overactive imagination.”<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 02:54:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonus immediatly changed into his wolf form as he heard about the dream and approached her, taking his time to smell her and even take a moment to lick the tip of her nose. After a few moments of smelling her he sat down in front of her and shifted back into his human form. "She smells clean, just a nightmare." he said while looked back at the others. He looked back into her eyes and smiled as he spoke "Some spirits can control dreams so I had to check you out."<br><br>There was a clapping sound as Melissa stood up and walked over to them. "Alright alright, lets get sleepy beauty back in bed. You guys can fawn over her when she's all rested up and feeling better." she stated before offering her hand to Summer. "Come on, well get you back to bed."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 00:54:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				When Jonus shifted into a wolf, Summer wasn’t even aware she held her breath as the large, beautiful, reddish wolf sniffed her and licked her nose.&nbsp; Just try to think of them as big cuddly dogs, she told herself breathlessly… but it was difficult when those sharp fangs, hunter’s claws and sleekly powerful bodies proclaimed ‘killer’ all over.&nbsp; The moist lick on her nose, however, was surprisingly delicate and tickled just a little.<br><br>She drew in a deep breath when the wolf shifted back to Jonus’ human form, and she smiled back at him with a hint of mischievous teasing.&nbsp; “I think I like being checked out by a werewolf and being told I smell clean.”<br><br>Reluctantly, Summer released Daniel’s hand, smiling at him gratefully for the comfort he’d given, and moved to take Melissa’s hand, trying to stifle a yawn with her other hand.&nbsp; “Good night,” she said to the men, smiling.&nbsp; She felt much better… now that the werewolves were back in the house.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 03:14:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jonus nodded slowly and spoke softly. "Goodnight Summer. Have pleasant dreams tonight."<br><br>The others seemed to depart as well, going into their separate rooms for the night. When Melissa finally came in she got a towel from her closet and spent some time drying off a bit of the rain that had sprinkled onto her for the night before plopping down beside Summer and pulling the sheets up over her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>17-08-2009, 14:51:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With one last smile into the three werewolves’ eyes, Summer let Melissa lead her upstairs, then she crawled into bed, her babydoll riding up her hips and revealing a strip of taut milky flesh just above her skimpy boyshort panties, perfectly clinging to her firm, rounded bottom.&nbsp; Then she snuggled down as the she-werewolf tucked her in.<br><br>She smiled sleepily up at Melissa and wriggled her arm out of the sheets to lay her hand gently on the other girl’s arm.&nbsp; “You’re going to sleep in this bed with me, Miss Werewolf, right?&nbsp; I don’t fancy sleeping alone tonight…” Or any night, for that matter… at least not while she lived at this ranch…<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 06:45:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Melissa plopped down on the bed, as naked as she had been when she first came in, and as she layed there she yawned. "Yeah, well share the bed. So what do you think? We're not to crazy around here right?" she asked as she pulled another blanket over herself and snuggled up in it. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 14:08:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>“Oh, wild and crazy would describe y’all,” Summer grinned at Melissa as she burrowed her cheek deeper into the pillow.&nbsp; “Having never met a werewolf in my life, let alone lived with one or slept in a bed with one, I would call this absolutely insane.”&nbsp; <br><br>Melissa’s yawn infected her and she covered hers with her hand, patting her mouth.&nbsp; “How many spirits did you guys get tonight?&nbsp; Will John be okay?”&nbsp; She had wanted to help Melissa patch him up, but the other girl seemed to have had everything under control.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 03:40:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She rolled over and set a hand over Summers stomache, moving a bit closer as if trying to snuggle up with her. "Afraid Im going to eat you? Or are you hoping?" she teased. "We met many but we were only after one tonight. There were hints that he disliked living by our rules. Jonus was negotiating when John saw an opening and attacked. We put it down. He should be ok in the morning, it was just a couple cuts on his arm."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 13:47:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>“Eat me?”&nbsp; Summer purred softly and laid her hand on the other girl’s as it rested on her belly, stroking it softly, up her arm and down, as her own body snuggled back.&nbsp; “Mmmm, what body parts do werewolves like to nibble on first, I wonder?”&nbsp; She smiled into Melissa’s eyes. “I’m glad John will be okay.&nbsp; I’d hate to think something happened to any of you before I got to know you all much better.”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Pact (Brandon and Silk Satine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 06:16:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Right now there arent any dangers that were worried about. So unless something unforseen happens, which does happen from time to time, the worst that might happen is a few stitches here and there. We do a good job of policing our territory through non-violent means but we also arent afraid to kill a few spirits to get the idea going."
			</dd>
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