Mates (wolventears & Ty5550)
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				Title: <strong>Mates (wolventears &amp; Ty5550)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>22-08-2014, 02:05:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/10485011603439549_5ukX8tI6_f_zpsrf5ibbas.jpg) (http://s150.photobucket.com/user/hislipsonmine/media/10485011603439549_5ukX8tI6_f_zpsrf5ibbas.jpg.html)</div>Lindsey McAdams looked at her face in the mirror as she leaned over the sink in her new to her, bathroom. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she was sure the salt from her tears was caked on her cheeks. She had told herself she was done with the tears, yet when she began unpacking the boxes in her bedroom, she had come across the necklace that he had given her on their one year anniversary. It was a heart pendant on a silver chain. She loved that damn necklace and she had loved that he had given it to her, but now after having been dumped, it didn't hold the same meaning as it once did. <br><br>For the last five years of her life, she had been in a serious relationship with Derrick Reynolds. A man whom she had thought she was going to marry one day. He hadn't asked her, but she had been sure that he was going to drop on one knee one of these days. But she should have known it wasn't meant to be. <br><br>He was an average sized guy, not overly skinny, but not overly "fit" either. And at first he had made her feel like her plus sized body didn't make her ugly or unwanted. She was a big girl, thick. She wasn't fit, just had wide hips and large breasts. She had a small pooch of a belly, but nothing to even make her believe she was fat. But according to Derrick, she needed to lose weight. <br><br>When he got the job at the news station 2 years before, a job he had been trying to get for years, it was like a change came over him. It was all about image. He needed to wear top design suits and drive expensive cars. And her being a bigger girl, just didn't fit what he was going for. So, he had put her on every fad diet and exercise routine out their and she had managed to lose like 3 pounds, but it still hadn't been enough. <br><br>And then last week, he came home to a house they rented together, the blonde from the new station who did the weather, big fake boobs and about as big around as her wrist, hanging on his arm. She just stared at him wide eyed for a moment until he opened his mouth and told her she needed to move out. It wasn't working. Not to worry about her half of the rent, he could afford it. <br><br>She could only stand there, mouth agape before the blonde began making fun of her for her "stupidity". She packed up a bag and went to her parents house where she broke down in the entry. She had cried for three days straight. That was until her father had come and told her to shut the fuck up because Derrick isn't worth crying over. He and her mother apparently had never liked the guy, so good riddance. <br><br>"Yeah, good riddance," she said aloud to herself, roughly wiping the tears away. "I need air." She walked out of the bathroom, grabbed her keys and walked out of the small cottage like house. She locked up behind her and began walking. Just walking. She needed to move and right now, she didn't need the reminder that unpacking would bring. <br><br>She walked down her block. It was dark out, the sky lit up by twinkling stars. At the end of the street, there was a small park, a community park on would say with a swing set and jungle gym. She walked to the swings and took a seat,&nbsp; kicking off to get herself going. She sat swinging, just breathing deep, relaxing a little for all of five minutes. Then of course a young couple, holding hands and making lovey dovey eyes at one another and whispering sweet nothings to each other walked past. That caused tears to once again fill her eyes. <br><br>"No," she said to herself in a stern voice. She wiped the tears away roughly. "I won't cry anymore. He doesn't deserve the tears and just like dad said, good riddance. I'm a woman any man would want. Curves and all." If she said that out loud to herself enough, maybe she'd begin to believe it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mates (wolventears &amp; Ty5550)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 01:10:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/4RvHhl4.jpg)</div>Clayton Winchester breathed in through is nose and out of his mouth, pacing himself and practicing his breathing exercises. His tennis shoes glided over the grass as he jogged underneath the light source of the moon and the occasional street post he passed by.&nbsp; Even though the sun had set a couple hours ago his body was still radiating with abnormal heat.&nbsp; The beast within him rattled the cage, calling out to the full moon which made his blood boil.&nbsp; The man could not sit still and thus he was running off the excess energy to contain the wolf behind his instincts.<br><br>Due to feeling so hot he only wore a pair of cotton shorts that did well to show off his thick and powerful legs that carried his body across the park.&nbsp; Even with the cool night air beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and clung to his broad, well defined torso.&nbsp; The small layer of wetness on his skin caused the outline was his well defined muscles to gleam in the soft glow of the night.&nbsp; As a werewolf his kind were naturally strong and well fit but beyond that Clayton also worked out and lifted weights regularly.&nbsp; He made a living as a trainer at a gym and even participated in mixed martial arts tournaments.&nbsp; Working out and sparring was a good way to keep a handle on himself.&nbsp; The stronger he was in body in mind the more he could control the urges to transform.<br><br>Devoting his life to the style of mixed martial arts also helped him to cope with all of the drama within his pack.&nbsp; Even though it had been years ago it still weighed heavy on him simply because he was lonely.&nbsp; The female wolf he thought he was meant to be with ended up with the male wolf that was now the alpha of their pack.&nbsp; Clayton had been in running for alpha, but without a mate he just did not have the heart or interest to dedicate himself into leading a pack.&nbsp; He had become a bit of a loner and often avoided the other wolves, it had broken his heart when the woman he thought he loved imprinted with someone else after all.&nbsp; Having to watch the two of them together was sickening.<br><br>Clayton was middle aged and had almost nothing to show for it other than his well toned body and fighting skills.&nbsp; He had pretty much given up on finding love.&nbsp; He was always told that when he met the one he would know it immediately but with the occasional one night stand after evenings of drinking he was still completely alone and not even one step closer to finding his mate.&nbsp; It was not like he put much effort into relationships anyways, he was still waiting for that so called link created by imprinting - a love at first site type of deal.&nbsp; While he found many women attracted no of them held that spark he longed for.<br><br>Suddenly it hit him.&nbsp; His sensitive nose picked up a sweet and intoxicating smell that caused him to stand still and look around.&nbsp; The aroma and sensation, he could not explain it as it made him feel warm and alive.&nbsp; It was definitely the scent of a woman and all of his instincts screamed at him to go find the source and that's what he did.&nbsp; Almost sprinting he ran into the park, his bones and muscles aching as the beast wanted to be unleashed.&nbsp; Nearing the swings he slid to a hasty halt as he saw a shapely, redheaded female slowly swinging all by herself.<br><br>She was crying and mumbling something - his ears picked up something about no more tears for a man.&nbsp; Was she crying of heartbreak, it was certainly an emotion he could relate to.&nbsp; "Miss?"&nbsp; He asked as he slowly approached her from behind, his deep voice holding a gentle tone as he stepped lightly on the grass.&nbsp; "I'm sorry to bother you, I just wanted to make sure you were okay."&nbsp; He hung back slightly as he observed her and tilted his head slightly with curiosity, wondering why he had been drawn to her...she certainly was beautiful though which he observed as his eyes lingered over her.&nbsp; "I don't mean to pry, it's just that a woman alone in the park at night...and well I just wanted to see if you needed any help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mates (wolventears &amp; Ty5550)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 01:37:44</strong>
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				Lindsey was still berating herself and even talking out loud to herself in a very serious voice. She had to push herself to remember that Derrick wasn't the only man in the world, nor was he the one specifically for her. Everyone goes through their ups and down, some worse than others. Life was full of break ups. You lived, you learned and it wasn't like she didn't have years and years ahead of her. She was only 26 for fuck's sake. A man could come into her life at any moment. <br><br>Why did she think she needed a man to be happy anyway? She managed the book store on 3rd. Made $15 an hour doing it. She didn't need a man to keep her happy. She could do it herself. She-<br><br>Her thoughts stopped when a deep voice slid over her. She skid her feet on the ground to stop her swinging and looked over her shoulder. And holy hell, the man walking up behind her...<br><br>He was only wearing a pair of cotton shorts, his torso uncovered and she could see every dip and angle of muscle there. And he was covered in a light sheen as if he had been out exercising, jogging from the looks of the shoes on his feet. Her eyes slid back up his legs, another part of him that was well muscled and past the lickable hipbones and lean waist and up over his abbed tummy and pecs, to collar bones she'd like to nibble on and lick. And the man had a beard. She didn't know what it was about beards, but they got her every time. <br><br>She had tried to get Derrick to grow out his facial hair but he said being a news anchor, people wanted to see a smooth baby face, not an overgrown mess. But this man's fit him. Wait, what had he said?<br><br>"Oh, um, no. I just needed some fresh air." She wiped her still wet eyes again. "Yeah, I just needed a breather."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mates (wolventears &amp; Ty5550)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dray</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 03:30:08</strong>
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				Clayton's eyes gleamed in the moonlight as he stared at her figure.&nbsp; She was in every definition of the phrase 'a real woman'.&nbsp; Her curves were filled out to perfection, making her a voluptuous beauty appeasing to eye.&nbsp; Everything about her spoke to his instincts.&nbsp; The beast within him that was constantly searching for a mate and sized her up as one.&nbsp; Her large and ample breasts that were so lovely presented in her tank top, her wide hips wrapped tightly in her jeans, all of it made her ideal on an instinctual level since she would be perfect for baring children.&nbsp; As a man though his mind was not on raising children with her at the moment, it was about the fun act which could eventually lead to offspring.&nbsp; Immediately sexually thoughts flooded his mind, it made his head buzz like he was in a daze.&nbsp; Was this all just from taking in her scent?&nbsp; It was almost like he had been drugged with ecstasy.<br><br>Clearing his throat he slowly made his way to the swing next to her.&nbsp; "I know those kind of tears..."&nbsp; He whispered in a gentle tone as he took a seat and started to rock back and forth in the swing.&nbsp; Leaning forward he put his elbows on his knees and held his hands together up to his chin to stroke the scruff of his beard, his rippling back curving behind him.&nbsp; "I know you don't know me, but I can relate."&nbsp; He could sense her heartbreak and his intuition about these things as a werewolf were pretty on point, beyond that he felt a strange connection between her, almost like her sadness was affecting his own emotions.<br><br>"The best thing to do to get over someone is find a way to distract yourself so you can move on.&nbsp; The worse thing to do is let your mind dwell on it because the depression and emotions will only cut deeper."&nbsp; He looked to his side at her, his deep green eyes almost glowing in to moonlight as he tried to gaze into her eyes and see what color they were - unbeknownst to him that as soon as their eyes connected he would imprint on the gorgeous redhead.&nbsp; "The worse thing is being alone...I can offer you my company if you want, or if I'm creeping you out as some topless guy in the park at night then just tell me to buzz off."&nbsp; He joked playfully with a small smirk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mates (wolventears &amp; Ty5550)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-08-2014, 06:23:33</strong>
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				Lindsey watched as he came around the the swing next to hers and took a seat. She wondered why a guy who looked like him was talking to a girl like her. <br><br>She nodded at what he said. "I do need to find something to distract myself. Which is why I came out here. Unpacking just made me think about it all over again. And I talking about it isn't making me forget about it. And he doesn't deserve to be remembered and pined over."<br><br>So, let's change the subject. What brings you to this neighborhood? I'm Lindsey by the way." She held out her hand to him and when she looked at him, she net the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen with her deep grey.
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