The Wolf Bride (Mud & Mith)
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				Title: <strong>The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 01:36:42</strong>
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				"Have you ever loved before?" Asked the witch to the wolf.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Have you ever loved before?</em></div><br>Blood ran red over the black asphalt and glittering, star-like bits of broken glass, mixing with the rain water as it slipped into the sewer drain.&nbsp; High above them, the murky clouds parted to reveal the silvery full moon. Moonlight turned into surreal moonbows by the still-falling rain; the moon's face reflected in the steely windows of the skyscrapers that towered over them.&nbsp; The wail of sirens, rushing to the scene of murder, added a haunting soundtrack and the flash of red and blue to the horrific scene.<br><br>"Never," claimed the wolf, "Nor can I afford to.&nbsp; We show no weakness."<br><br><div align="center"><em>We show no weakness</em></div><br>"And I heard wolves mate for life."&nbsp; Smirked the witch, stepping over the staring, unseeing corpse of her fallen love, over the monster that the wolf had slain, to defiantly look her enemy right in his golden eyes.<br><br>"Not true.&nbsp; My father has had dozens of women."&nbsp; The wolf retreated a step, then growled in warning as his eyes flashed.&nbsp; The witch's gaze remained steady.<br><br>"Sex isn't love.&nbsp; It isn't <em>mating</em>.&nbsp; Union, soul to soul, sharing your life with someone... I've heard wolves only do that once.&nbsp; Ever."<br><br><div align="center"><em>Soul to soul...</em></div><br>The wolf lifted his chin and then bared his teeth. "I will not kill you.&nbsp; Killing him was justice, killing you would be murder.&nbsp; We have no further quarrel, unless you <em>want</em> one."&nbsp; His voice rumbled low, reminding the witch of the ominous thunder that had heralded the death of the monster.<br><br>She lifted her finger, still wet with the blood of her monstrous love, and dragged that blood across the wolf's eye.&nbsp; "I curse you then, wolf.&nbsp; I curse you to find the one destiny has fated you to love.&nbsp; I curse you to have your soul chained to hers, hers chained to yours.&nbsp; I curse you to know the pain that only love can bring."<br><br><div align="center"><em>The pain only love can bring</em></div><br>The wolf roared in pain, then, his long, sharp teeth flashing as the monster's blood and witch's curse burned a mark into his face...<br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>The Wolf-Bride</em></span></strong><br></div><div align="center">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/355/e/c/red_moon_with_a_little_moonbow_by_zapparsz-d35bqk6.jpg)</div><br><strong><em>Byron Falls University</em></strong> began the first semester of its new year today.&nbsp; The crisp, cold wind tugged at the colorful, autumn maple and poplar leaves, dragging them from their branches and scattering them like colored rags across the streets.&nbsp; The air smelled like snow, a hint at a roiling storm just over the horizon.&nbsp; Students bustled about the carefully manicured campus, with the foreboding, granite school buildings looming over them like monoliths.&nbsp; Here, a fashionable girl chatted with her friends, bleached teeth and pink nails flashing as she tossed her hair. There, a liberal arts student pulled his black sweater closer to him and adjusted his glasses as he tried to read his classic literature while the wind played with its pages.&nbsp; And over there, a couple of frat boys, one a hulking athlete, the other a leering boy with a rat-like face, laughed, stank of alcohol, and rated the freshmen girls' looks and speculated about their virtues in loud whispers.<br><br>Then Bryson arrived.&nbsp; His heavy boots ground against grit on the sidewalk as he stepped from the street to the campus.&nbsp; He wore jeans that stretched taut across his thighs and hips, and a white, button-up shirt -- a nod to formality -- that did little to hide the breadth of his shoulders or the physique beneath.&nbsp; Shaggy grey-white speckled hair fell around a youthful face, his jaw strong and his golden eyes fierce and focused.&nbsp; Across one eye he bore a coppery-red scar.&nbsp; The rest of the students glanced his way, and unconsciously moved away from the silent sophomore, like a herd of sheep opening up around a dangerous sheep-dog, giving him the room to walk unmolested to his class.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 01:39:02</strong>
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				Bethany scurried to class, heedless of anything around her as her eyes were focused solely on the blackberry in her hand.&nbsp; Her thumbs worked at a furious pace, typing the letters of a text message as her feet carried her at a brusque pace&nbsp; to her next class. <br><br>The high heels of her knee high boots clicked along the cement of the sidewalk, alerting any who were paying attention as to her whereabouts, probably the reason she'd not managed to bump into anyone as of yet.&nbsp; She raked a hand through her long chestnut hair, brushing the wayward tendrils off of her face and out of her eyes so she could focus on the incoming message.&nbsp; "Bloody hell...."&nbsp; Bethany murmured, quickly tucking the blackberry into the satchel currently slung over her shoulder and took off at a full blown trot toward the building.<br><br>She was late....again....not that it was anything unusual for her, but it seemed like the harder she actually tried to be on time for her classes, the later she ended up.&nbsp; She sighed heavily, already fearing the lecture she was going to get from professor Brown, him wondering how she would ever manage to get a job in the 'real world' if she couldn't even manage to make it to class on time.<br><br>Glancing down at her watch to gauge the time, wondering just how late she was going to end up, she completely missed the hulking frame of the student in front of her and ran smack into him.&nbsp; A small 'ooooof' sound erupted from her lips as she attempted to right herself, amber eyes glancing upward to see whom she had managed to nearly run over.<br><br>"I'm sooooooooooo sorry...."&nbsp; She apologized Bryson, looking up at him sheepishly and backing up slightly to give him back his personal space.&nbsp; "I'm late...and wasn't watching....again..."&nbsp; Bethany murmured both apologetically and wearily, all too familiar with being grumbled at by other students for not watching where she was going.&nbsp; "I um....I didn't hurt you did I?"&nbsp; She asked softly, her brow furrowing with momentary worry, hoping she hadn't crushed his toes or anything in her clumsiness.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 01:42:44</strong>
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				The accident happened, as accidents often do, both with astonishing speed and in agonizing slow-motion.&nbsp; The unwary girl burst through the vast swath of personal territory that surrounded Bryson and plowed into him.&nbsp; She had an instant to look up, for her amber eyes to meet his steady, bored, golden-eyed gaze, before their bodies met.&nbsp; She had only the blink of an eye to feel how sturdy his stance was, to feel the heat (such a contrast to the chilly autumn wind) of his body through the thin cloth of his shirt.&nbsp; And then she bounced off of him, as though she'd struck a wall.&nbsp; He barely moved.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The bystanders gasped, expecting violence, as she stumbled back and his hand lashed out.&nbsp; Instead, he caught the collar of her coat, his firm grip steadying her.&nbsp; His golden eyes slowly traveled up and down her form, measuring her, as she stammered out her apology.&nbsp; His lips then parted as though to reply, and then his expression froze, the words on the tip of his tongue.&nbsp; His nostrils flared and the point of his nose wiggled like a puppy finding an interesting new smell.&nbsp; His eyes fluttered closed and he stood there for a moment, as though caught in a trance.&nbsp; Suddenly, around them, the wind swirled in a vortex that lifted a maelstrom of rustling, discarded leaves in a curtain that cut off the rest of the world.&nbsp; The moment lasted only for an instant, and then he opened his eyes again, and the leaves fell, sheepishly skittering along the side-walk as though ashamed.<br><br>Where his eyes had been a touch fascinated with her babbling before, now they held arrogance, disdain and unmistakable dismissal.&nbsp; He lifted his chin, his lips tight and disapproving, and he forcefully released her.&nbsp; With one last glance at her, an accusing glance, he turned his back on her, his shoulders lifting defensively, and walked away from her.&nbsp; "If you're going to be late, don't sit around babbling at me."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 01:43:19</strong>
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				The soft scent of lavender and vanilla wafted upward toward him as he held her for that brief moment, carrying with it the unmistakable fragrance of her scent as well.&nbsp; Her eyes regarded him thoughtfully for a moment, amber eyes searching golden ones asking the silent question, <em>"Have we met before somewhere?"</em><br><br>Once his grip on her coat lessened and he let her go, Bethany stepped back, involuntarily wrapping the soft woolen tweed around her more snugly in an attempt to keep the chilly wind at bay.&nbsp; Her thoughtful expression soon turned to one of anger, his words to her not being anything she would have expected to come from someone tho whom she was apologizing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well excuse <em>me</em>.."&nbsp; She snarked, turning on her heel to stomp away from him.&nbsp; "I was trying to apologize for running into you....but if you're going to be an ass about it, I'll take my apology back, thank you very much."&nbsp; She said with a haughty tilt to her head, tossing the words back to him over her shoulder.&nbsp; Her full lips pursed together angrily as she walked away from him, Bethany completely oblivious to the dumbfounded stares she was getting from the other students as she rebuffed the hulking man, her thoughts returning on getting to the class she was late for.&nbsp; But somewhere in the back of her mind she was still trying to figure out where she knew him from.&nbsp; She could have sworn this was not the first time she'd seen him.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 01:46:36</strong>
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				Bryson's ears twitched as she stormed away, listening to the sound of her boots. When they had faded, along with the tittering of cruel girls enjoying the Bethany's humiliation, the young man slowed and dared to steal a glance at her vanishing form.&nbsp; The memory of her scent lingered around him, haunting him like a ghost.&nbsp; The lavender and vanilla said nothing to him, the mundane, unoriginal scents found in dozens of perfume bottles... but the scent beneath, the scent of her... it was like poetry.<br><br>He squeezed his eyes shut, turning his head away from the girl, and squashed the thought before it could unspool further.&nbsp; The words of the witch haunted him, her curse, and the red scar across his eye burned.&nbsp; He turned his attention, instead, to the books he carried in the crook of his arm.&nbsp; The top one shouted "Business!" in bright gold lettering atop a photo of skyscrapers, promising him all the power that was his birthright.&nbsp; He smiled to himself, enjoying the thought of attending such a ruthlessly practical class.<br><br>---<br><br>Unlike the class he would have to take two hours later.<br><br>Time slipped by, and the great campus clocktower chimed out the hour, warning tardy students that they had but a few minutes to make their way to their next class.&nbsp; Bryson strode purposefully through the hallways, his footsteps echoing through the granite and marble hallways of learning.&nbsp; He walked with a stately, predatory grace, his chest high, a few fingers pushed into his pants' pocket.&nbsp; As he neared his class, however, his steps slowed, and then suddenly stopped.&nbsp; That delicious scent lingered here, teasing him, toying with him.&nbsp; Already, the stresses of a first day at school had begun to wear away the spice of her perfume, making the underlying smell more pronounced.&nbsp; His lips parted, as though he wanted to <em>taste</em> the air.&nbsp; He took another step, hoping the strength would grow stronger, and that brought him around a corner to catch a glimpse of her form, back to him as she looked at her damnable blackberry.&nbsp; Suddenly, icy fingers clutched at his heart, and he took a step back.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Show no weakness.</em></div><br>A hand grasped his shoulder firmly, and his professor stepped out from the room just behind Bryson, ambushing the uncertain, tall student.&nbsp; The older man's warm brown eyes glittered with humor and understanding, and his coffee skin tone matched handsomely his twee brown jacket and plaid shirt.&nbsp; "There's nothing to worry about, Bryson," He said in a rich, deep voice.&nbsp; "You'll do fine in my Music Appreciation class.&nbsp; Look, if you're nervous... well, come on."<br><br>He dragged the reluctant Bryson around the corner to meet Bethany, face to face, for the first time since they literally bumped into one another a few hours earlier.<br><br>"Bethany!&nbsp; This is the young man I was telling you about." He turned to smile at Bryson.&nbsp; The young man ignored him, his flashing golden eyes staring at Bethany from beneath lowered, angry grey eyebrows.&nbsp; "Bethany's new, doesn't really know the campus well.&nbsp; I thought you could help show her around.&nbsp; And Bethany, Bryson's one of those students who only takes this class because you have to have some kind of elective and he thought it would be an easy A."&nbsp; He patted the boy knowingly on the shoulder.&nbsp; "With your experience in the field, maybe you can help him get that A!&nbsp; Seems like an excellent match.&nbsp; You need partners to write the reports anyway.&nbsp; What do you say?"<br><br>"I'm not sure..." Bryson began, his voice a low growl.<br><br>"Nonsense."&nbsp; Replied the professor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 01:47:22</strong>
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				Bethany turned around, a bright smile on her pretty face as she heard the sound of her favorite professor's voice, remembering that he'd mentioned introducing her to someone who could possibly show her around, and whom she could possibly help get a better grade.&nbsp; The bright smile was short lived however, the upward curve of her lip falling to that of a frown, the plump flesh of her bottom lip being drawn inward as she pursed her lips together.&nbsp; <br><br>Amber eyes shot fire at Bryson, the side of her nose curling upward slightly as she struggled to keep the venom in her voice at bay.&nbsp; "Oh....it's <em>you</em>..."&nbsp; She snarked at him, giving him a rather heated glare.&nbsp; Her eyes narrowed, long thick lashes framing those amber depths, giving her eyes an almost cat like appearance.&nbsp; "I'm sorry professor, but I don't think I'm the best one to help him out."&nbsp; She said in a clipped tone, blatantly ignoring the overly large student standing next to the professor.&nbsp; <br><br>She stood straight, bringing her body up to it's full height of five foot four inches, that frame made just a bit taller by the high heeled boots she was wearing, but not by much.&nbsp; Her shoulders thrust backward as she stood proudly, her body's posture thrusting the ample curve of her bosom forward, stretching the material of her white sweater across the curve.&nbsp; She held her chin high as well, not wanting to give either of them any indication that she felt badly about refusing to help him.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 02:03:00</strong>
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				Her dainty ferocity made him smile. His lips peeled away from his teeth, revealing the sharp, white canines of one side of his mouth in an unintentionally mocking smirk.&nbsp; He moved a step closer, his presence intruding on hers, a hint of his snowy scent slipping around her, fresh and crisp with an undertone of masculinity reminiscent of cheek stubble and the skin stretched atop a warm, broad chest.&nbsp; She glared into his eyes, and he simply stared back, frustratingly immovable, forcing her to memorize the image of his eyes, not just the light brown that passed for gold among humans, but strikingly golden, as though someone had stolen the sun and fashioned them eyes and stuck them beneath two, granite-colored eyebrows.&nbsp; Those bright eyes watched her unwaveringly, his nose inching closer to hers until it seemed he might literally snap at her with those sharp teeth.&nbsp; As he stood above her, his full height loomed into her awareness, high considerable 6'6" height towering above her much smaller frame.<br><br>"Well," said the professor, interrupting their hate-contest, "That's a damn shame, since you're the only two left in the class without partners."&nbsp; He clapped them on the shoulder, breaking their eye contact.&nbsp; "It's either partner up or fail.&nbsp; And Bryson," he lifted a cautioning finger, "If you've pissed her off, I suggest you make it up to her, before she torpedoes your grade."<br><br>Bryson's jaw dropped as the professor turned away from them, leaving them alone in the hallway.&nbsp; Awkward silence followed.&nbsp; Bryson's teeth clicked shut, and he slowly swiveled his gaze back to her, his eyes narrow and... <em>accusing</em>.&nbsp; His arrogance, however, was notably punctured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 02:20:30</strong>
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				She stared him in the eye, refusing to back down from his attempt to intimidate her, though it was one of the hardest things she'd ever done.&nbsp; The predatory gleam in his eyes sent a shiver up her spine, and her instincts told her to back down, to look away before she really pissed him off, but Bethany ignored that small voice in her head and kept eye contact with him the entire time.&nbsp; <br><br><em>I'm not backing down....</em> she thought to herself, quirking a perfectly manicured eyebrow at him, almost in challenge as they continued with their stare down.&nbsp; As he moved closer to him, Bethany became aware of just how tall he really was, and for a moment she was afraid that he might actually bite her.&nbsp; It took every ounce of willpower she possessed to not move back just a hair's breath, but she managed to stay put.&nbsp; <br><br>Her pert little nose twitched as she caught his scent, something that was far from unpleasant, and very masculine, the scent sending warm tendrils of pleasure clear to her toes.&nbsp; <br><br>She was startled back to reality when the professor clapped them both on the shoulder, the force of his touch pressing her body forward slightly.&nbsp; Heat radiated off of her body, the scent of rain and woman wafting up to his nose before she could step back and right herself.&nbsp; She groaned audibly at the professor's words, not wanting to be partnered up with <em>him</em>, but she wasn't about to fail her best class either.&nbsp; "Fine."&nbsp; She said haughtily, glaring at Bryson as they once again found themselves alone.&nbsp; "You'd better be nice to me."&nbsp; She growled at him, pointing her finger into the middle of his chest.&nbsp; "I can make or break this class for you, so if you want a good grade for your football scholarship or whatever.....you'll have to pay the price."&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 02:36:03</strong>
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				His eyes snapped to threatening slits when she poked him.&nbsp; His expression before had been defiant and angry, but now she saw genuine menace, with danger prickling her skin.&nbsp; For a moment, the constraints of polite society fell away around her, and his barbaric stance spoke of a time when might made right, when small girls like her lived in fear of large men like him.&nbsp; His hand snapped closed around her wrist, tight enough to show her his strength but not so tight -- barely -- that he hurt her.&nbsp; Then, with exaggerated slowness, he dragged her hand from his chest, and then released it.<br><br>"Football scholarship?"&nbsp; He leaned close, his eyes inches from hers, intense, his nose turned so as not to bump against hers, and suddenly, she found her back against the wall as his frame pinned her with its closeness, not quite touching, but threatening to do so.&nbsp; His white teeth lashed angrily with every word.&nbsp; "Do I look like a dumb jock to you?&nbsp; I have no interest in this class not because it is beyond the scope of my understanding, girl, but because it's a pointless waste of time.&nbsp; At what point will music appreciation improve or save my life or that of anyone else, hm?"<br><br>The professor leaned out of the door and coughed.&nbsp; "Bryson, you're a little loud.&nbsp; We can all hear you.&nbsp; Also, some girls like growling, but I think you might try a different approach with Bethany.&nbsp; Like, not being a jerk.&nbsp; Just a hint."<br><br>Bryson's jaw twitched and he leaned back, eyes still narrow.&nbsp; The huge man looked smaller now, and a sheepish, frustrated blush crept across his cheeks and then he slowly, defiantly gestured to the door, as a gentleman might, and said "Ladies first."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 01:04:42</strong>
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				For a moment Bethany felt fear, real and tangible, the hairs on the back of her neck raising as he stared at her.&nbsp; For a split second she felt like a rabbit caught in a snare, and when his hand reached out to grip her wrist, she had to fight the urge to wrest her arm away from him.&nbsp; <br><br>She remained stoic, glaring at him while he growled at her, letting out a soft sigh of relief when she felt his fingers uncurl from around her wrist.&nbsp; Her breath was warm against his cheek, her scent enveloping him as he moved even closer to her.&nbsp; She could feel the heat coming from his body through his clothing, the feeling a stark contrast to the cool cement of the wall behind her.&nbsp; <br><br>Bethany stared up at him, her own eyes narrowing as he insulted her favorite class.&nbsp; "Well you never know mister know it all...."&nbsp; She grouched moving past him, an oh so satisfied smug look gracing her features as the professor defended her.&nbsp; "Music calms the savage beast....or so the saying goes.&nbsp; You never know when that might come in handy now do you?"&nbsp; She murmured sweetly, gliding past him and into the class, leaving him to follow or not.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 02:14:22</strong>
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				The professor had already begun his lecture when Bryson finally gathered the courage to slink inside, the tall man clinging to the edges of the room as he made his way to the back to fold his large frame into the small space of the desk.&nbsp; His nose wrinkled and his ears twitched in irritation, and he sat beside her in total silence as he resentfully faced forward.&nbsp; Slowly, as the class progressed, his shoulders eased and he finally spoke in a low, rumbling whisper.<br><br>"Ok, I'm not looking to make any friends here.&nbsp; I'm here to get my grade, finish my degree, move on.&nbsp; If I come across as cold, that's why.&nbsp; If you help me get this grade, I'll help you get acquainted with the area, help you get settled in."<br><br>He turned to look at her and froze for a moment.&nbsp; His eyes hunted over her as unconsciously took in her scent.&nbsp; The bright red mark across his eye caught her attention: it wasn't quite a scar, but certainly wasn't a tattoo either.&nbsp; It ran right up to the center of his eye, where those unwavering golden orbs locked on her now.&nbsp; Then, he found his words again and continued.&nbsp; "Where do you come from, anyway?&nbsp; What brings you here?"
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				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 18:27:24</strong>
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				She didn't look at him immediately when he began to speak to her, still trying to concentrate on what the professor was saying in his lecture.&nbsp; But soon the wonderful sound of his low whisper caught her full attention.&nbsp; She leaned in closer, still not looking at him yet, as she prepared to give him her full attention as soon as the professor finished his last few words.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned to face him, not having realized just how close she was to him, so when her face turned toward his, she realized that their noses were nearly touching.&nbsp; She could feel the warmth of his breath against her face, smell the raw masculine scent of him.&nbsp; Her nose twitched in response, drawing attention to the small smattering of little freckles that dotted the bridge of her nose and the tops of her cheeks.&nbsp; Green eyes flecked with gold stared at him for several heartbeats, time seeming to have slowed as they sat there staring at each other.&nbsp; <br><br>Then suddenly as if coming to her senses, she pulled back enough so that she could still hear him, but have her own bubble of personal space back.&nbsp; The fact that he was being civil to her now, taking her a bit by surprise.&nbsp; She had been ready to snap at him again, but since he wasn't being sarcastic or rude, she bit the retort back and nodded to him in agreement.&nbsp; "That works for me."&nbsp; She said evenly, her eyes searching his face, wondering how on earth he had come by the scar.&nbsp; She had originally figured it was an old sports injury, but remembering that he said he didn't play sports, she didn't know what else could have caused it save for an accident of some sort. <br><br>His question to her made her blink several times, wondering why he wanted to know if he hadn't planned on making any friends.&nbsp; "I....ah... transferred from out of state.&nbsp; This college had the best music education program, and as I plan on becoming a music teacher, this was the best place to be......why?"&nbsp; She asked curiously, wondering why he wanted to know.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 21:44:39</strong>
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				His lips parted at the whispers of her scent.&nbsp; His eyes fluttered and an irrational vision of touching his lips to hers, soft and first and then... his eyes fluttered and he shook the scent from his nose, recoiling from her as though stung.&nbsp; Fortunately, her eyes dropped before she could see the fright and hostility that flooded his eyes, masking the sudden yearning, the prickle along his skin that craved human contact.<br><br>As she retreated, he sensed her vulnerability and his golden eyes narrowed sharply.&nbsp; He tilted his head and then said "That's surprisingly evasive.&nbsp; I wasn't aware we had such a recommended music program, but I'm sure other states have perfectly good ones for such a lowly ambition.&nbsp; Are you running to something, or running from..." And then, suddenly, he froze, mouth open, eyes suddenly aware of what he was doing, and how he sounded.&nbsp; His teeth suddenly clicked as he shut his mouth.&nbsp; He let out an exasperated sigh, his shoulders easing, his large frame slumping slightly in the chair, and then he murmured "I hope you become a music teacher.&nbsp; I'm sure you'd make an excellent teacher."
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				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 00:55:58</strong>
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				Bethany blinked at him, her lashes fluttering with both shock and a bit of embarrassment at his unexpected compliment to her.&nbsp; "I....um.....thanks...."&nbsp; Was all she could think to say, a pretty pink blush staining her cheeks.&nbsp; She wasn't sure why his compliment flustered her so.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the fact that they'd gotten off to a bad start, perhaps it was the fact that he had been so nasty to her in the beginning.&nbsp; But whatever it was, hearing nice things about her come out of his mouth left her speechless. <br><br>The words had barely left his mouth before the professor was calling for the class' dismissal.&nbsp; Bethany nodded to Bryson, gathering up her books and satchel as she prepared to depart for her next class.&nbsp; <br><br>She cast a momentary worried look toward the door, taking a deep breath as she walked out of class.&nbsp; She really wasn't looking forward to the walk to her next class, not so much the walk itself, but the people she would encounter on the way there.&nbsp; <br><br>Three of the college football players, who's class let out right before hers was to begin, always managed to be right by her classroom door, and insisted on giving her a hard time.&nbsp; Jeering at her, poking at her, even going so far as to try and fondle her with the excuse that they were 'only having a bit of fun' or 'trying to get her interested to go out with them'.&nbsp; So far, none of the other students had come to her aid in any of this, all of them too afraid to say anything, and the professors didn't seem all too eager to step in either as they were leery of earning the wrath of Coach Thomas, should they get his star players into trouble.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 00:14:50</strong>
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				The campus extended well beyond the small, postcard-cozy cluster of buildings that most people thought of as the university.&nbsp; At its edges, a walk from one class to another could take some time and bring one near undeveloped areas with uneven ground, tall grass and trees.&nbsp; The scent of earth and autumn leaves hung heavy here, though the two boys sitting beneath a tree took no time to appreciate that scent, nor the contrast of the yellow grass, caressed by the wind, with the bright red and gold of the tumbling leaves.<br><br>"I should totally hit that."&nbsp; Said the sleeker of the two.&nbsp; With pronounced jaw and cheek-bones, he dark eyes held steady on Bethany's approaching form, admiring the way her sweater clung to her curves.&nbsp; "You know, you can tell who's a virgin and who isn't just by how someone walks."<br><br>"Bullshit."&nbsp; Grunted his companion.&nbsp; His meaty face reddened at the thought, and his beady eyes scowled at his friend. "You can't just look at a girl and tell that.&nbsp; You gotta, you know, <em>examine them.</em>"&nbsp; He chortled and his face turned redder.&nbsp; "Get it?&nbsp; Get it?&nbsp; Examine them.&nbsp; Like... <em>play doctor.</em>&nbsp; I'm talking about sex."<br><br>The quarterback slowly lifted an eyebrow.&nbsp; "Were you?&nbsp; I had no idea."<br><br>"It's cool."<br><br>He rose to his feet and dusted the grass grains from his jeans.&nbsp; He was tall, nearly as tall as Bryson, with broad shoulders that filled out his t-shirt and short-cut hair, trimmed carefully away from his ears and the back of his neck, lifting up a touch higher at the front.&nbsp; His solid chest rose and fell with an impatient sigh as his large friend, as wide as he was tall, labored to stand, with legs as thick as small tree trucks stumping heavily against the ground once he had managed to find his feet.<br><br>With the heavy bully blocking her path, the sleek, handsome one swooped in.&nbsp; His arm slipped around her shoulder, bringing her close to his chest and his lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his glittering, smug eyes.&nbsp; "Hey, babe.&nbsp; My buddy and I were just talking about you.&nbsp; We thought maybe you could resolve a dispute for us."<br><br>"Heh." The heavy man laughed, grabbing his belly.&nbsp; "A dispute.&nbsp; He's talking about sex."<br><br>The quarterback scowled at him once more.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 02:34:24</strong>
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				Bethany gave him a snide look, trying to shoulder her way past both of them so that she could retreat into the safety of the classroom.&nbsp; "That doesn't surprise me at all....."&nbsp; She snarked at them, already putting up her guard for the battle of words that was sure to ensue.&nbsp; "That's all you meatheads ever think about...."&nbsp; <br><br>Her fingers wrapped protectively around the notebook in front of her, holding into the flimsy folder as if it were a shield that she could use to deflect their unwanted attentions.&nbsp; She pulled it tighter against her body, the black notebook pressing against her breasts and depressing them slightly from the force.&nbsp; <br><br>She closed her eyes for a moment and said a silent prayer that perhaps today they would just leave her alone and let her go to class, but she knew even as she uttered the silent words that the prayer would fall on deaf ears and she would be forced to endure yet another round of their crude conversation and their nearly constant attempts to paw at her body.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>20-04-2011, 22:37:25</strong>
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				Animals moved in this wild part of the campus, always pushing at the edges of civilization.&nbsp; Man had grown lazy and overconfident: Where he had once cried out in fear at the sight of a wolf, now he oohed and awwed, snapping a picture for his scrapbook, unaware of the danger he walked into.&nbsp; One such dangerous animal now stalked near the boundary of campus and forest, snow white except for the livid red mark across its eye.&nbsp; It stalked a new and exciting prey, hoping to catch one more glimpse of her.&nbsp; It lifted its nose to the air, tasting the scent, and then lowering it menacing, flashings towards the boys that crowded around its prey.&nbsp; With careful paws, it crept into the overgrown grass, barely a whisper parting the thick vegetation.<br><br><div align="center">(https://sites.google.com/site/mailankahome/_/rsrc/1303331545061/Home/vault/Wolf%20Copy.png)</div><br>The heavy man laughed, slapping his over-sized knees as his cheeks wobbled and turned a bright pink in almost exaggerated frivolity.&nbsp; The quarterback glared and then slid his arm around her shoulder, his other hand rising to hook the top of her notebook with his finger, forcing it to creep lower and expose more of her swelling breasts to their greedy eyes.&nbsp; The smooth surface of her notebook slide smoothly over the surface of her sweater-clad, sensitive busom.&nbsp; He gave her a sharp-toothed smile and, at the last moment, remembered where her eyes were.<br><br>"So, anyway, I think you're a virgin.&nbsp; He thinks there's no way to tell.&nbsp; So are ya?&nbsp; Just asking, you know.&nbsp; Between friends.&nbsp; And if you are, that's nothing to be embarrassed about.&nbsp; We can, you know, teach you some tricks."<br><br>The heavy one suddenly guffawed, staring at her.&nbsp; "Ohmigod you're right, just look at her blushing.&nbsp; She totally is, dude!&nbsp; VIRGIN!"<br><br>The wolf crept closer, take low, ears back, its lips peeling away from its dagger-teeth.&nbsp; The boys had picked a place far from the prying eyes of anyone who might interfere with their games.&nbsp; This worked in the wolf's favor.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>10-05-2011, 02:23:09</strong>
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				It took everything she possessed to not run away from them both.&nbsp; She could feel her cheeks growing pinker and pinker as they laughed and jeered at her.&nbsp; The hot flush of embarrassment creeping up her neck to stain the milky white flesh of her cheeks.&nbsp; "Friends?!"&nbsp; She choked, the word sounding as incredulous as she felt.&nbsp; <br><br>"Look, I gotta get to class...."&nbsp; Bethany murmured softly, attempting to push her way past them both, wanting to put an end to the daily torment as quickly as humanly possible.&nbsp; Why she was forced to continually put up with this abuse, but as the days passed on and no one ever stepped in to help her, she knew that it was something she would have to put up with as she needed this class in order to graduate.&nbsp; <br><br>She was so busy with the two Neanderthals, that she took no notice of the wolf that was close by, her attention focused on getting to her class unmolested for the first time since the semester started.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 01:13:40</strong>
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				The quarterback (Was it Duncan?&nbsp; Bryan?&nbsp; Shane?&nbsp; No, definitely Duncan) leaned closer to her.&nbsp; Perhaps he could have been beautiful, with that strong jaw, clean-shaven and smooth, with his short-cut hair, tipped in blond and spiked in the front just so, were it not for those cruel eyes, eyes that saw not Bethany, but another wilting college girl, another conquest. His eyes didn't even meet hers, too busy molesting her with his gaze: he lingered on her breasts, then slipped to her thighs and slid higher up his waste.&nbsp; He only looked, but she could feel the weight of that gaze undressing her.&nbsp; He was tall, too, and strong, his shoulders filling out his t-shirt, forcing the cloth tight against his sculpted chest, the hem creeping up a touch on his belly so she could glimpse a hint of the curves of his abdominal muscles.<br><br>"Oh shit, she thinks she's going to class."&nbsp; The heavy guy guffawed, his face turning bright red as he slapped his knees, his belly bouncing and his huge girth blocking her path.&nbsp; Duncan lifted his hand, suddenly, silencing him.&nbsp; He turned those cruel eyes on her, finally facing her eyes with his own.&nbsp; His hands came up quickly, strong fingers tangling in her hair.&nbsp; His breath smelled of beer, just a hint of it, and her scalp ached as he drew her closer to him.<br><br>"You're going to have to take a sick day, girl.&nbsp; Nobody's out here to see what we're going to..."<br><br>The undergrowth of the field suddenly erupted.&nbsp; Were life a movie, the moment would slow, flecks of grass floating around her astonished face as her eyes widened.&nbsp; The camera would pan to the wolf, with his thick mane flowing gloriously in the wind, his huge chest shifting and working as his claws dug into the dirt, throwing clods as he accelerated.&nbsp; The red scar would gleam ominously as his jaws opened wide, shedding his regal visage to reveal the horror of those dagger teeth.&nbsp; Then the camera would pain back to Duncan, cut off mid-sentence, moving as though caught in molasses to see what ambushed him from behind, his eyes slowly widening, the words "Shit..." forming on his lips...<br><br>But this was no movie.&nbsp; Everything happened all at once, and in a blur, her ominous situation descended into horrifying violence.&nbsp; One moment, Duncan threatened Bethany with rape, and the next, he screamed.&nbsp; The snowy wolf tore into his calf, blood flying, and beneath that, exposed meat, grey-red and quivering in agony as the wolf worked quickly the expose what really lay beneath Duncan's pretty skin.&nbsp; Then, suddenly, something within Duncan's leg <em>snapped</em> with a gristly pop, and he collapsed to the ground, like a marionette with cut strings.&nbsp; He stopped screaming as the blood pooled around his leg, staring into the face of the suddenly looming, huge wolf.&nbsp; The beast peeled back its bloody lips and snarled ferociously, stomach-clenchingly sickening growl rising from its throat as it showed him all of its teeth.&nbsp; Duncan stared death in the face, and slowly, a stink began to spread around him, the stink of fear.&nbsp; Only the heavy man showed any sense.&nbsp; Moving with a speed surprising for a man of his size, he lunged forward and grabbed Duncan by the shirt, dragging him away from the animal, screaming on the top of his lungs for help.&nbsp; Hurling him over his shoulder, the two sped off, leaving her alone in the presence of the animal.<br><br>He was not her protector.&nbsp; He was her hunter, chasing other predators away from his kill.&nbsp; His fur still stood on end as he rounded on her, beautiful, pale white fur the color of the silvery moon, but it made him look huge when he was already so large.&nbsp; He lowered his head, his ears back, his tail low.&nbsp; Blood dripped from his maw, the red in contrast with the white of his fur, coloring his teeth, staining his exposed tongue.&nbsp; He made no sound, completely silent, those gleaming eyes hungry, that red scar bright and burning across his eye.&nbsp; He did not move as he pinned her with his gaze, but she knew, she knew for certain, that if she ran, he would chase her.&nbsp; He would chase her, and he would catch her, and he would end her.<br><br>Then, he took one step towards her, a dreadful, terrible step.&nbsp; Then another...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Wolf Bride (Mud &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 02:01:54</strong>
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				Bethany watched the entire event unfold in front of her with a detached emotional state.&nbsp; Part of her was completely horrified by what she was seeing, but yet another part of her, one that was buried deep within, a secret dark part of her, was very nearly gleeful at what was happening to the two men.&nbsp; She couldn't help but think that it somehow served them right, especially given what they had apparently had planned for her.&nbsp; <br><br>But what were the odds that a wolf would suddenly leap out of the bushes and attack her would be attackers?&nbsp; A white wolf at that.&nbsp; The rational part of her brain was trying to figure out just how in the hell something like that was even possible, even while she watched the creature mercilessly attack her foes.&nbsp; <br><br>Time seemed to both stand still and hurry along, and all too soon Bethany found herself face to face with the wolf.&nbsp; His eyes were on her now, and she now knew what a rabbit must feel like when in the sights of an eagle or a wild cat.&nbsp; "Easy......"&nbsp; She cooed to him, holding out her hand to try and ward him off, hoping that the wild creature might be like it's domesticated brethren and&nbsp; be calmed by the sound of a soothing voice.&nbsp; "I mean you no harm...."&nbsp; She murmured softly and quietly even as she began to back away very slowly, her feet moving a fraction of an inch at a time in the opposite direction.&nbsp; "Please....don't hurt me...."&nbsp; 
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