The Magic That Called Him (wolventears & Emphatic Enigma)
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				Title: <strong>The Magic That Called Him (wolventears &amp; Emphatic Enigma)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>26-02-2017, 22:07:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/RP%20pics/men/47d014fa8df7dc04058581842e087fd4_zps73bwhtno.jpg) (http://s150.photobucket.com/user/hislipsonmine/media/RP%20pics/men/47d014fa8df7dc04058581842e087fd4_zps73bwhtno.jpg.html)</div>Collin's hands clenched around the steering wheel, the leather creaking from the pressure as he drove. He was pissed, but at the same time, he was happy that he was finally free. But at what cost really? <br><br>He couldn't go back to the life he had almost ten years ago. He couldn't go back to the people he had known, he had grown up with. He couldn't go to her...<br><br>He let out a deep sigh. He loved her as he had come to realize once he didn't have her anymore. He had never told her. She would never know. But at the same time, did he truly love her or was he in love with the idea of having had her? <br><br>Hell, he didn't know. He didn't know much of anything anymore except the fact that his wolf was a bit of a dick, but it had his back like no one ever had before. At least now that he had learned control over it. Or at least to a point. For the first six or so, years, he had been a complete mess. <br><br>The alpha of the Northern Montana pack had helped him get into shape. He had knocked him around and down a peg or two, he had needed it, but all in all, he got Collin to set his ass straight and come to heal. That had only lasted so long though. Once he had become part of the pack, got comfortable in his place, his wolf, the asshole, decided it didn't want to follow orders anymore. It wasn't going to be told what to do, how to act. It wanted to lead and it was ready to fight, to kill for the position. <br><br>Owen saw this, the way his own wolf would react to Collin's, hackles raised and teeth bared. So, he gave him a choice. <br><br>Either Collin try for what his wolf wanted, possibly and most likely dying in the process, or he leaves and is no longer a part of the pack. <br><br>Collin, the man, he thought Owen a friend and he didn't want to lead a fucking pack, much less fight for the right, killing the man who had helped him, to do so. So, he had left. <br><br>And the whole drive, in the opposite direction of the places he had once called home, the fucking mutt was pouting. It was annoying as all hell and every so often he heard an angry grumble/growl roll through his head. <br><br>Finally though, after hours of driving, the sign of the town, Moonlit Ridge, came into view. Before leaving, he had looked at the maps with Owen, trying to find any place that wasn't claimed territory. Owen had pointed out here, near the base of the Rocky Mountains in Colorado. There was a pack to the north in Wyoming and one in the south in New Mexico, but Colorado was free reign. And the name of this town had stuck out, so here he was. <br><br>But as he crossed over the line, entering town, he slammed on the breaks as something vibrated along and inside him. Hell, it made his wolf all but purr. What the hell?<br><br>He shook his head but something in him told him he needed to find whatever had caused that feeling. And he needed to do so now. So he turned into the first motel he found, not bothering to look around at anything and quickly got out of his truck and checked in. He threw his things, only two bags into his room, then walked around the motel building and slipped into the woods. <br><br>The vibration was almost soothing as it warmed him and upon stepping between those trees, the most amazing scent filled his nose. It was distant, but he breathed in what he could and it caused his dick to twitch. A dark brow rose. <br><br>His wolf was pacing around inside his head, whining and growling, antsy to get out and over the years he had learned that if you wanted to find something, there wasn't any better way to do it. So he found a secluded area and stripped, stuffing his clothes in a hollow at the base of a tree. <br><br>He let the change come over him, groaning as bones realigned, snapping and popping, muscles moved. His ears moved towards the top of his head as his face elongated. His spine lengthened, a tail curving up and out behind him. He landed on his hands, now four paws, his fingers having shortened to the toes of his paws as his feet lengthened to those of a canines legs.&nbsp; <br><br>When the change was finished, he shook out and gave his wolf the wheel. Taking a deep breath, it began leading them towards the scent. But in doing so, it didn't catch the other thing deep in the woods.<br><br>While he was sniffing around, following the trail that his wolf indicated and this had a certain feeling to it. A magical feel to it. It coiled around him, stroked him in a sense, made his wolf ache for a taste of it. But being so engulfed in his task, he missed the scent of the big black bear, just outside the mouth of her cave. <br><br>He stepped too close and the next thing he knew, a roar filled his ears. She sensed that he was a predator, but more than just a wolf and she didn't like it one bit. Before he could react, she swiped out with a heavily clawed paw, the force of it, even though he was large, picked him up and basically tossed him. He sprung to his feet, his body stiff, head down, ears back, and hackles raised. He didn't care that this was a full grown bear. He was going to get his own licks in and repay the sow for what she had done. But before he could take a step, the sounds of whimpers came from the mouth of the cave behind her. <br><br>Two cubs stood on their hind legs, growls of their own rumbling their throats as they tried to act like their mother. They were only two or so months old, practically new. No wonder she had attacked him. He couldn't take a mother from her cubs though. <br><br>His body relaxed and he turned and took off, putting distance between him and the bears. His pride was sore as he should have noticed her there well before she got that swing on him, yet here he was. But luckily, as he ran between an archway of trees, there stood a large two story house facing the lake and the magic he had been following pulled at him, urging him closer. <br><br>He took a deep breath in, inhaling his surroundings and once more, there was that scent that had swirled around him upon entering the woods. Now that he was closer, he could tell that it belonged to a female and the feeling of magic here meant she had to be a witch of some kind. <br><br>Granted if she was a magic wielder, he couldn't very well traipse to her doorstep in wolf form. So he shifted back and once on two legs, hissed at the feeling of the wound on his side. He looked down and the shift seemed to have made it worse, stretching open the wound. Blood covered his side and was running down his hip and leg. <br><br>He covered the wound with both hands and walked up the steps to the front door and once there, he lifted a hand and knocked. But when the door opened, instead of saying anything to her for the female was a beauty, blackness littered his vision and then he was falling forward, face first onto her floor, the darkness over taking him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Magic That Called Him (wolventears &amp; Emphatic Enigma)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emphatic Enigma</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 02:49:10</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;"><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/6a/16/9d/6a169d982384fb41ce7ec3e0e8499bca.jpg)</div><br>Roxanne Alistair wasn’t an ordinary witch, and for that reason alone she was no longer a part of a coven. Her parents had once told her that the protection of a coven was something she required in life; but Roxanne wasn’t the type of woman to huddle in a group, she was far more of a loner. When she was younger, Roxy wished that she could part from her coven and her heritage to start a family. A deep need within her drove her to want the simpler things in life. Much to her dismay, her family had always been at the head of covens. Her mother had been a coven leader. It was something that endangered her life beyond measure. Both of her parents were full blooded witches, bestowing a reasonable amount of power to their daughter. She was the ideal candidate for the lead of a coven.<br><br>There had been a fight between the coven and a local pack that tried to move in and dominate the land. Many of the coven died, including her parents. That night played over in her mind almost every night, and it was something she could never forgive her coven for. They didn’t protect her parents, or the coven members that died. Half of the coven had cowered in fear, they had been acting so helpless. Even at the age of eighteen, Roxanne had stepped in. It was a miracle she hadn’t died, but she obtained several scars that covered her body. Thankfully, she’d grown in power as she’d gotten older. At the age of twenty-seven, she was in her prime and had little regard for the coven drama. <br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/a8/1d/92a81d205ead1aa8c90fe4a82676e9ed.jpg)</div>When her parents had passed away, the young witch was left with a rather wealthy inheritance. Not only did she receive money but she also received a vacation home her mother had invested in. The house was enormous, built on the edge of a lake and facing into a lush, lively forest. There wasn’t another place like it. They’d always taken trips there when she was younger, so moving there was no real shock. Roxanne kept most of the furniture and fixtures the same, after all, her parents had fixed it up after they’d bought it. The only rustic feature they kept were the fireplaces in all of their natural glory.<br><br>The day had been rather relaxed. The woman had spent most of the day going through some of her childhood treasures and cleaning out the attic. Most of her days were rather boring. She’d go hiking, brush up on some spells and watch television with the three cats she’d adopted. The thought of an old cat woman did spring to mind, not that it bothered Roxanne. The blonde was rather blessed with her appearance. It was all too easy for her to go out and find a suitable partner if she wished, and sometimes she did. Usually, they couldn’t hold her attention longer than a night. <br><br>That night, she settled down in the oversized bath tub that contained a rather obscene amount of bubbles. One of her cats, Lucian, who had a pure black coat remained in the surface opposite the bath, simply enjoying the warmth of the room. It was just as the witch reached for a leather bound book on the edge of the tub that she felt an odd sensation. It wasn’t a yearning, it was certainly a type of connection. It wasn’t anything like what she’d felt before. In seconds, the book that was almost as old as time fell into the bubble bath infested water. A harsh oath left her lips, immediately reaching to fish the book out. She could try it, but no doubt the ink would be smeared.<br><br>It felt as if the balance of the forest was uneasy, something was going on. The witch rose from the tub, swiftly drying off and grabbing a black silk robe that hung by the door. It tied around her waist with ease, it was a reasonably snug fit considering her bust. To accommodate her robe, she shoved on a pair of black fluffy slippers. Granted, it looked rather amusing, but they were incredibly warm. By the time she was making her way down the large hardwood staircase the woman heard a rather frantic knock. Roxanne was confused as to who it could be at this hour, let alone the fact that she was in a place so rural that her closest neighbour was at least an hour away.<br><br>A soft huff escaped her lips as she reached the door, tugging it open with a rather unamused expression to see a man before her, concealing what seemed to be origin of the blood trailing down his side. He was covered in it. No doubt the wound he’d obtained was severe. Much to her surprise, he didn’t speak. No, all he did was pass out right in front of her fluffy slippers. Another oath left her lips. Well, she couldn’t just leave him there, could she? All Roxanne knew was that there was another compulsion to help him aside from the fact that he was bleeding out on her floor.<br><br>Instinctively, she glanced outside of the door before dragging the male in further by his arms. It was a difficult task, he was much larger than she was, and clearly heavier. Once the coast was clear, she closed the front door and rushed to get some herbs that would help aid his healing. It didn’t take her long to return, a bowl of mixed herbs that had been ground into a paste at her side. A few healing chants escaped her lips as she began to shift his arms aside, hunting for the wound. Once she’d found it, the witch grabbed a good deal of the paste and began to pack his wounds. There was an unmistakeable spark of electricity as she touched his flesh. It wasn’t sensual, it was more a meeting of minds, a connection and not just a mere physical feeling.<br><br>Once she’d packed his wounds, it would no doubt begin to heal. Instead of trying to move him, the female slipped a pillow under his head and draped a blanket over his body. She’d have to deal with the blood stains later. For now, the woman sat perched in her armchair in the living room, exactly where her front door opened into. A large fireplace sat in the middle with a large TV secured to the wall above it. The place was luxurious, plush rugs littered the floor, which certainly helped in the winter. All Roxanne had to do now was wait until her strange intruder woke up. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Magic That Called Him (wolventears &amp; Emphatic Enigma)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 05:47:25</strong>
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				Typically when Collin went unconscious, his wolf was like a wrecking ball in his head. It went on the defensive, doing all it could to wake Collin up because being unconscious meant something bad could and would happen. But this time, as soon as the witch's hands touched him, the warm softness of them sliding along his skin, it instantly soothed the wolf and it began making that purring sound again. It laid down, content for the first time that Collin could ever remember and his bodies natural healing powers began working overtime, all the wolfen magic that made him what he was instantly clotting the blood and knitting skin. The salve, laced with the witch's healing magic helped also, giving it an extra push through his system. <br><br>About twenty minutes later, the last of the skin reknit and the wound fully closed and even though he had been breathing, Collin sucked in a deep breath. His senses were wrapped in a blanket of warmth and his dick twitched, coming to attention. Collin kept his eyes closed, letting his hearing take in his surroundings. <br><br>He could hear her soft breathing not far from him. He could smell her and her scent made him think of the creamiest desert and he wanted a taste as soon as possible. But there was something else. He could feel the magic, her magic. It was all around him, in the air, on the floor and walls. It vibrated along him. It wasn't a bad feeling but a comforting one, a soothing one, as it curled around him like it sought him out. <br><br>Being a werewolf, he was a magical being to an extent himself, and whatever magic that made him what he was, it intertwined with hers. There was an unmistakable pull there as if they were feeding off each other. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before. And he liked it he realized. His lips curved into a grin and he knew she was there watching him, waiting for him to awaken. <br><br>His chocolate brown eyes opened. "If I move to sit up and turn towards you, you won't run frightened, will you? I can't promise that I wouldn't chase you. And I'm a very good tracker and hunter," he said, ending with a slight chuckle. His wolf wanted her to run, wanted to chase her. And he wanted to catch her.
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				Post by: <strong>Emphatic Enigma</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 06:15:30</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">For twenty minutes, Roxanne rested in the armchair and began reading a book that had sat on the coffee table a few feet from her. There were several partially read books scattered around her home that were waiting to be picked up again. So, since she wasn’t going to leave the stranger alone in her home, she decided the pass the time with some light reading. Despite her distraction, she couldn’t help but sense this… connection growing. It felt as if she had a need to be near him, or at least close by. Power radiated from him, but it wasn’t foreign power. No, it felt familiar, as if she’d felt it before. She’d never felt the connection she had with him, it was just what ebbed from him that felt so… normal. Natural. A few things ran through her mind, several of which she hoped were not the case.<br><br>As he seemed to wake, a sense of energy seemed to wave through her, as if her body was acknowledging his conscious state. The blonde closed the book, her index finger keeping her page as she noticed his eyes open. Brown eyes. Why was she even caring to take in his features? Well, he was handsome, but it seemed more than that. His words soon touched her ears, causing a slight cock of her brow. Why would she run? Then it clicked. Roxanne used their connection of sorts to feel her way through his power, it was connected to something primal. It was then that she noticed a hint of movement underneath the blanket she’d draped over him. With a swift roll of her eyes the female gave a stifled laugh.<br><br>“You came to my home battered and beaten, I healed you. Why on earth would you be stupid enough to attack me?” It was a genuine question, but she didn’t wait for a reply. “I suppose you assume you’re a big dangerous, scary wolf. I’m shaking in my slippers.” The petite blonde hopped out of the armchair with a huff before placing her book back down on the coffee table. “If you don’t mind, I’ve done all I’m willing to do. I’d like to get back to having a relaxing evening, there’s the front door.” The female cocked her head slightly toward the large wooden door before turning on her heel. Roxanne knew he could harm her, hell, he could tear her in two. Faster than she could protect herself? Maybe. The blonde cursed herself for helping such a creature. <br><br>Knowing that her time could very well be limited if he should attack, Roxanne began to make her way, seemingly casually, upstairs. Her hips gave a relaxed, subtle sway which was reflected in the silk material drifting around her legs. Only at the last moment did she bolt into a room, slamming the door shut before a lock echoed out through the hallway. A soft hiss escaped her lips as she began rummaging around in several drawers. How had she not known he was a wolf? It had taken all of her composure to remain cool beside him. His race was a foul one, feral and uncontrolled. They were savages and they deserved to die. Somehow, the thought of losing him was too much to think of, which caused a flurry of curses to fly from her lips. He was connected to her in ways that magic couldn’t break; it was already bound.<br><br>The blonde was looking for a specific regent for her spell. Hemlock wrapped around a hawk’s claw. She knew she kept one somewhere, she just had to find it, before he found her. The spell she had in mind was powerful enough to banish him from the land her home sat upon. It was an old spell witches used in times where there was little protection against a threat they knew little of. <br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 06:44:13</strong>
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				He had to laugh at her words and he sat up then, the blanket falling from his chest to his lap. He looked at her and his eyes slid over her form, the way the silk robe clung to her, emphasizing her breasts, the curve of her waist and the width of her hips. He let out a low growl then. Not in aggression. Oh no, not at all. He licked his lips as she turned and made her way up the stairs. He knew she tried to make it as casual as she could, but he could sense the unease in her, the anger. <br><br>He got to his feet then and followed after her, not quickly, not to scare her, especially since she went into a room and locked the door upstairs. He growled again, this time because his wolf was aggravated. It wanted it's mate. <br><br><em>I know. I know. But she isn't another wolf. We have to finesse this,</em> he thought to himself and to the wolf. His wolf wasn't happy about it, but it huffed in agreement. <br><br>He stopped at the door she was behind and could hear her rummaging through drawers looking for something. He put his hand on the door's surface. He let out a sigh. He didn't want her frightened of him.<br><br>"Look, I didn't mean to scare you. I," he began and for once in his life, he was very unsure of himself. "I'm sorry. I'll leave and I promise I won't come back. Thank you for helping me heal. Have a great rest of your night and, I'm sorry again." He turned then and began walking down the stairs, his wolf pissed that he was just going to leave.<br><br>Everything in him yelled at him, told him to turn back and claim his mate, but he was at a loss. Even though she was a witch, she was scared of him and he honestly didn't know how he could even begin to take that fear away. He turned into a fucking huge wolf. Who wouldn't be scared of that? And even though he said he needed to finesse this, the human part of him told him he couldn't force her into liking him. <br><br>And how the hell did he have a true destined mate anyways? He was a bitten. He wasn't a pure. The only mated wolves he had ever met were wolves that had been born with lycanthropy and those that were bitten, most of them didn't even survive their first shift. Either their body couldn't handle it or the wolf took over completely and a pure had to come and take him out. It just didn't happen. Apparently Collin was anomaly. <br><br>At the front door, he glanced back behind him up the stairs. He let out a sigh as he opened the door and looking back out towards the lake, he shifted and within moments, a large dark brown wolf stood in the doorway. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Magic That Called Him (wolventears &amp; Emphatic Enigma)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emphatic Enigma</strong> on <strong>27-02-2017, 15:25:45</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">The last thing Roxanne had expected to hear was his voice echoing toward her through the door. She hadn’t expected to hear that he was sorry to have scared her. Why else would he want her to run? His words were sweet, and the female certainly felt bad that she’d been so hostile. Just because he was a werewolf didn’t mean he was evil, did it? Not once has she questioned her beliefs, so why was he making her do so? It could be the connection she felt, didn’t it have to be? What else could have had such an effect on her? <br><br>Reluctantly, the witch unlocked the door and made her way down the stairs, following the male. By the time she arrived a large wolf was in his place. A large, plush brown furred wolf that looked rather sweet, had it not been a werewolf she may have wanted to keep it as a pet. “Wait, you can’t leave.” It wasn’t something she’d ever had to deal with. A familiar was usually an animal, not a shifter or were creature. “You’re my familiar.” The woman clarified, her tone rather firm. “I think you feel it too.” Her gaze searched his for a moment before she took several steps toward him. Her heart was racing, for several reasons. In a calm, fluid motion she ushered the wolf in before closing the door behind him. <br><br>“We’re stronger together, it’s the whole point of a familiar,” the woman added softly before she shook her head. “I’ve never heard of a familiar to a witch being a werewolf.” It didn’t please her either; the only saving grace was that he was incredibly handsome and the power that ebbed from him was promising. The bond that was forming between them also seemed to help her look on the lighter side of the situation.<br><br>What was she doing? She couldn’t allow the wolf to stay with her, surely? It felt like a big mess. How could the fates have decided such a thing? “Just… stay the night and we can decide what we’re going to do about… this.” The female gave a soft huff as she began to make her way toward the kitchen. This occasion deserved a glass of wine, and a large one at that. Once she had grabbed a large glass, the female hooked a bottle of red between her fingers and made her way back into the lounge. As she settled on the couch she began to pour a generous amount into the glass before setting the bottle down.<br><br>“There’s some beers in the fridge if you want one.” Her voice was somewhat soft as she gazed back toward the wolf. There was genuine curiosity in her being. How this had all come about, and what this meant for both of them. “Please tell me you at least know of witches.” The petite woman rose one leg to lean her foot against the coffee table, the flesh of her leg exposed as it bent at the knee, a slip of the silk gown exposed some of her thigh, which she was almost oblivious to. She was far too consumed with what this situation could mean for them, for her.<br></div>
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>28-02-2017, 01:13:17</strong>
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				The wolf was about to dart off in the direction of his clothes when her footsteps were heard on the stairs. Then she told him he couldn't leave. He looked back at her, cocking his head as she spoke, his ears twitching at her words. She then ushered him inside and that purr like noise rumbled low in his throat as her hand slid over him. As she spoke, he just blinked, totally stunned and too stunned at the moment to shift back.<br><br>He was her familiar? That's what this was? Sure, for her, but for him and his wolf, she was his mate. The one he was destined to be with, even as surprising as it was to him. <br><br>When she told him to stay the night, his lips twitched. He held back the wolfy equivalent for a grin though, didn't want to upset her. <br><br>He stayed by the door though as he watched her grab a glass and a bottle of wine then came and sat on the couch, making herself comfortable as she poured her wine and he don't think she noticed, but the robe had split open for her leg, her snowy thigh on show. He licked his lips but quickly nodded, finally managing to come back to himself. <br><br>He shifted back to human form then, and she was right, they were stronger together. Being so close to her, he could feel her magic's touch and for the first time since he had begun shifting, it had came smoothly and was over in a matter of minutes. He stood on two feet once more and took a deep breath, his chest expanding, filling with her scent as the warmth of her magic mingled with his. She hadn't used any, but his, when he shifted, called to hers and it reached out to touch. <br><br>He grabbed up the blanket off the floor and wrapped it around his waist before he went to get that beer she had offered and after popping the top and tossing it, he went back to sit with her on the couch. There was a cushion between them, them sitting on each end, and he had to resist the urge to pull her onto his lap. He looked at her though, his fingers tapping on the beer bottle in his hands.<br><br>"I have heard of witches. Not much, only that you don't get along with shifters, werewolves in particular. I guess there was a fued way back when and it never kind of went away.<br><br>"Now, you are the first I've ever met and came into contact with, but I knew instantly the moment that I felt it, that it was a witch's magic. And for the first time since I was turned, my wolf's been utterly calm. He's quiet and content with you so near. And when you touched me, that was," he shook his head, "I don't even know how to explain it. Just that I liked it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Magic That Called Him (wolventears &amp; Emphatic Enigma)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emphatic Enigma</strong> on <strong>28-02-2017, 01:31:37</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: justify;">Roxanne couldn’t believe what she was doing. Housing a werewolf by choice, how was that honouring the witches code? A stifled sigh escaped her lips before she took a long swing of the wine that resided in her glass that looked rather enormous compared to her delicate fingers. What hadn’t evaded her was the sound he made as she’d touched him, a purr? It was something far lower than a purr, a rumble of sorts. All she knew for sure was that it wasn’t aggressive. How could this even be? She’d never read or heard of such a pairing. She guessed that he was classed as an animal in some way, but this was more than she’d expected could ever happen. <br><br>“Since the start of time. Witches enjoy the wooded areas, it’s perfect for herbs as well as supernatural essence. I suppose Werewolves enjoy it for safety. Neither of our kind likes to share.” The mere thought of the war between their races brought back some rather horrid memories. A hint of pain crossed her gaze as she watched him settle on the couch on the opposite end to her. Roxanne was thankful he’d put the blanket to good use, or it would’ve made this situation far more awkward. It has been a while since she’d had any intimate interaction, and she didn’t fancy seeing anything that lured her mind to be clouded against what needed to be done, if anything. <br><br>The petite witch hadn’t even noticed the way she was staring at his chest until she heard his voice. “I suppose he is the side that’s my familiar.” The woman gave a hint of a chuckle. “Most witches are rather dull. Consumed with coven duties and various old rituals. Most of them haven’t been brought into this century.” There was clear disdain in her tone for her own kind, but she swiftly changed direction. “I couldn’t sense what you were immediately. If I had known, I don’t know if I would have helped. Werewolves are not something we ever want to mix with. Not only does it go against our laws, but we all have our own struggle with the war.” She wasn’t even sure why she was trying to justify her actions to him.<br><br>The connection between Witch and Familiar was a strange one. It felt so… natural, so fitting. She hadn’t even known him for more than an hour and she had an odd connection with him. Was this how it was supposed to feel? “I asked you to stay so that we could figure this out. How it happened, why. And what we can do about it. Our races will not allow us to empower one another, let alone anything else.” The witch couldn’t help her gaze slipping lower than his, investigating almost every inch of him. He was handsome, carved to perfection. <br><br>“So, how did you end up bloodied and beaten at my door? It’s not often I get disturbed by someone about to die.” Her question had a hint of a smirk rising over her lips as she continued to investigate his form before finally reaching his gaze. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Magic That Called Him (wolventears &amp; Emphatic Enigma)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>01-03-2017, 02:35:55</strong>
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				His listened to her speak, his lips twitching at the notice of her staring at his chest. But he held the smile back. He nodded at her words. "From the stories that I have heard, I honestly wouldn't have blamed you if you had turned me away, even if I was wounded and bleeding profusely." He shrugged. <br><br>When she said his wolf was her familiar, he nodded. "That makes sense. You are the first person he actually genuinely likes and doesn't feel threatened by. Other wolves, he's very judgmental about." He shrugged again.<br><br>"I'm an alpha. If I sense another alpha, I want to fight and lower wolves, well, I don't need to prove my standing, they can sense it and my wolf.<br><br>"But you, I am completely content with just being in your company. You are strong, I can sense that, but I don't feel the need to show dominance over you." His cheeks heated then in embarrassment at her question. He forced a nervous laugh.<br><br>"Well, when I drove into town, I immediately felt your magic. My wolf basically lost his shit and I was filled with an undeniable urge to find it. I stopped at a motel, checked in and dropped my shit off before slipping into the woods and shifting. As soon as I did, the feeling intensified and I came searching." His cheeks, if possible, got even redder.<br><br>"I was so occupied with my mission that I didn't notice the black bear until she swiped at me. I was going to attack her back, but she had two cubs, so I ran and luckily it was right to your doorstep. <br><br>"I shifted to knock on you door and the shift made the wound worse, which is why I passed out on your doorstep." He shrugged again. "I was stupid and should have been paying more attention.<br><br>"As for figuring this out, what this means, I think it means something different to me then what it does to you. I mean, your magic calls to me and the magic that a werewolf possesses, but there's something more to it than just that."
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