Silver & Gold {dangerduck and Modesty}
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				Title: <strong>Silver &amp; Gold {dangerduck and Modesty}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modesty</strong> on <strong>06-12-2012, 02:29:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/asilentgoodbye/vanessa-1.png)<br><div align="center">• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Vanessa De la Cruz</span></strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> 22 | Female | Lycanthrope </span></strong></span><br>• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •</div></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">S i l v e r&nbsp; &amp;&nbsp; G o l d </span></strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">..:: a modern werewolf tale ::..</span> </div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Lycanthrope: no more a myth than you or me, taken to remote civilizations, careful to avoid discovery. A once large and proud pack has dwindled down to less than one third of their size.&nbsp; The members of the De la Cruz clan have stayed place for generations while the town around them has grown into a bustling city. The times are hard, facing both discovery and extinction. It is time where they must face the facts; a merger has been tabled with a rival clan, desperate to rebuild their numbers. Still, tensions are high even with their own ranks, let alone with others of their kind. More wolves means more trouble, particularly as adrenaline reaches an all time high with the males vying for Alpha position. A whole new pack means new rules, new alliances, new blood. A new era is about to be forged and everything is on the table. Tonight is the night the new pack comes to town for the first of several meetings. </div><br><div align="center">• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • </div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">A light rain had started, dotting the pavement in the hours that had passed sunset. Despite the brief, soft fall that was hardly any worry to the nightlife that ventured out after dark, the grey clouds overhead were threatening to pour. Such things didn’t bode well for the thousands that waited in line outside various nightclubs in the downtown core, held back from liquor and music by red velvet ropes. While the burly men that played bouncers claimed that each establishment was at max capacity an occasional celebrity face would waltz by, name on famed list or hundred dollar bill neatly slipped to grease palms. Even known names and expensive bribes might not have gained entrance to Midas; the nightclub was the place to be in all of bustling city. <br><br>Such things didn’t bother Vanessa De la Cruz. The twenty-something female was already inside, sliding his way through the multitudes of sweaty, bouncing figures. A sizzling smile, pristine white, was spread across lips. Her hand, holding an empty cup like a chalice, was raised high overhead as she slipped her way through the crowds and towards the bar. Victory was in his grasp, it seemed, as an elbow quickly landed on marble countertops. Lithe body leaned forward, hand outstretched with manicured nails, attempting to gain attention. A busty blonde behind the counter was quick to make way to her. She leaned forward, yelling something in her ear that was lost to the music but made her laugh; it was apparent they knew each other. <br><br>The fact was that all the staff knew Vanessa; had it been any other night she would have been the one behind the bar. Nevertheless, tonight was her night off, and she was just another patron—a patron that happened to hold a limitless tab that she never had to pay. It was the perks of being kin to the owner. A short hi-ball glass was dropped on the counter in front of her, filled with amber liquor and ice.<br><br><em>‘Thanks Trixie’ </em>She mouthed, not bothering to yell over the pounding tunes. The bartender nodded before turning her attentions back to the other patrons. <br><br>The highlighted head bobbed in time to the music, bright eyes turning to the DJ as the song began to come to close. At five-foot-eleven, boosted from her shorter stature but the metallic heels she preened in, she could clearly see over the many heads that swarmed about, jumping to the tempo of the house remixed song. Lightened hair was freshly cut, layered from top to bottom, and curled haphazardly that just-rolled-out-of-bed-but-still-damn-fine kind of way that always seemed to be in style. Despite obvious wealth her body was clad in tight jeans and a white tank top that showed a glimpse of a flat stomach, neither of which boasted any big name brand but seemed good quality all the same. A red, short jean jacket was thrown overtop; cheap jewelry dangling and drawing attention to her ample cleavage. <br><br>The previous song faded into a newer, faster on. Around her hands were shooting into the air with hollers of excitement. Nearby her cousin was yelling at her. <strong>“I fucking love this song!”</strong><br><br>He grabbed her hand, pulling her towards the floor, sights already set on two young women who were shaking their hips in his direction. She laughed, pulling back so that he would relent his grip. Vanessa shook her head, yelling: <strong>“You go ahead.”</strong> And he was gone.<br><br><strong>“Shots on me for everyone!”</strong> Vanessa turned back to the bar. She motioned to Trixie once more, leaning over for to call out for a crowd pleaser.&nbsp; The crowd around her cheered, pushing in closer as a few rows of unidentified liquid were poured into one ounce servings. Several bartenders leaped to help pour away her money, passing out freebies. Shots, nameless though smelling sweet and strong, were handed out. <br><br><strong>“For you.”</strong> She smiled, handing a shot to the closest person to her. Now that was a way to start the night right.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver &amp; Gold {dangerduck and Modesty}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>07-12-2012, 20:19:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mainstorage.blob.core.windows.net/photos/12397@200x200.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Aric Pierce<br>25 Male Lycanthrope<br>&nbsp; </strong></div></div> Three trucks pulled up onto a hill looking over the city.&nbsp; They were coated with mud at the bottom of them as well as their tires.&nbsp; They'd been off road for a few miles at this point.&nbsp; The doors opened up and out of each vehicle stepped four werewolves.&nbsp; The dozen of them all shared some common characteristics.&nbsp; The numbers of the pack were getting smaller, and they needed more applicable mates to breed with.&nbsp; The clan had slowly been losing numbers each decade due to smaller territories and an increase of fighting between pack members.&nbsp; They'd number nearly 200 at the start of the 20th century, but now there were only two dozen including children.&nbsp; <br><br>The group gathered out in front of the SUV's and looked over the city.&nbsp; It was bright enough that a glowing aura could be seen around it like a bubble.&nbsp; "The humans are so afraid of the dark.&nbsp; I still do not understand why we let them breed in such large numbers.&nbsp; It would be easier if we culled their numbers," said Darius.&nbsp; He was an aggressive looking werewolf.&nbsp; He was 6'6" tall and had broad shoulders.&nbsp; His flesh was marred by dozens of scars from fights with other werewolves and supernaturals. "It would give the leeches less to feed from."<br><br>"We tried that before," replied Katarina.&nbsp; "That's why the humans are so afraid of us, and the dark."&nbsp; Katarina was 5'6" and wiry.&nbsp; She was the type of woman that would be called butch behind her back and far away from her.&nbsp; She was mated to Jimmy who was less dominant, but still strong compared to normal people.<br><br>"Don't argue.&nbsp; We don't want the scent of hostility in the air when the De La Cruz arrive.&nbsp; We need this alliance if we want to survive," said Aric as he looked out into the woods.&nbsp; He could tell that they were being watched.&nbsp; "Don't keep us waiting," he called out into the woods.&nbsp; He wanted to come off strong to the other clan.&nbsp; <br><br>The Alpha stepped out of the woods followed by some of his pack members.&nbsp; He kept his head high and looked at Aric.&nbsp; "I am Lẻon de La Cruz," he announced himself as his eyes remained locked with Aric's.<br><br>"I am Aric Pierce," he replied.&nbsp; "It is time to discuss the terms," he told Lẻon.&nbsp; "We need to become one clan.&nbsp; Christine, Lilly, get over here."&nbsp; Two younger females came out slowly, obviously a bit nervous.&nbsp; "We will give you our two unmated females to mate with some of yours."<br><br>Lẻon thought about it for a moment.&nbsp; "Ariel," he said and a female emerged from the woods on his side.&nbsp; "We will give you her."<br><br>"No.&nbsp; If we are to join forces, we need to merge the clans together.&nbsp; We will take two," replied Aric with confidence.<br><br>Lẻon growled and thought about it for a moment.&nbsp; "Fine.&nbsp; You may have my daughter Vanessa, but she is not here tonight, but you better make sure she has a strong mate."<br><br>Aric nodded his head.&nbsp; "Now there is going to be some management problems.&nbsp; I propose that in one moon after this meeting, we have a tournament where any can fight for the title."&nbsp; He meant males only, but that didn't need to be said.<br><br>"Two tournaments.&nbsp; One within your clan and one within mine.&nbsp; The winners of both fight for the position of alpha and the second is beta.&nbsp; One solar cycle after a second tournament where all in the clan can fight for position."<br><br>Aric looked to his own beta and then nodded his head.&nbsp; "Agreed."<br><br>The deal was done and they all turned their heads up to the moon.&nbsp; They let out a combined howl that echoed down to the city.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver &amp; Gold {dangerduck and Modesty}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modesty</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 22:59:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/asilentgoodbye/vanessa-1.png)<br><div align="center">• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Vanessa De la Cruz</span></strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> 22 | Female | Lycanthrope </span></strong></span><br>• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •</div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">For all the party around her, Vanessa abstained. The amber liquid in her hi-ball class was nothing more than ginger ale. She rarely drank. The strawberry blonde had seen what alcohol could lead to; how it could twist and turn even the sanest of men to raging masses of too much testosterone. She couldn’t’ afford the slip. Her kind had come too close to discovery too many times, so she did her part in staying sober. Her aversion to alcohol never impeded her from having a good time, though. She swayed her hips to the music, tossing her hair in time to the beat, looking to be every bit as much involved, but her mind was elsewhere.&nbsp; <br><br>Elsewhere was a meeting that would decide their fate. Elsewhere, a handful of men in fur were congregating in the forest, under the moon. Wagers were being made, pacts forged, and promises of blood. Her father, head of the clan of their patriarchal family, was speaking words that would seal her destiny. What the contents of this conversation were, though, Vanessa didn’t know. She was eager to find out. Later there would be a family meeting, later she would learn. <br><br>Vanessa leaned over to a friend at her side, leaving a message for her “cousin”. <strong>“If Zev gets back, tell him I went for fresh air.”</strong> <br><br>The cold night air was a frigid blessing as it rolled over her, cooling her body instantly from the sweat that dotted her skin; most of it not hers, but from other members of the crowd. Aquamarine eyes closed momentarily, finding bliss in the sudden quiet as the doors shut behind her. She could still hear the bass from the songs inside, vibrating through the soles of her shoes, but she could hear the outside world too. A howl; a harmony of wolves ripped through the night. Her eyes snapped open, glowing something golden faintly. The sound, in they city, was too faint for humans to hear… but she was something more, and she could recognize some of the voices that sang: Lẻon, Ariel, Raze. <br><br><em>So, </em>she thought,<em> it is settled. We will merge.</em> <br><br>Her father was Alpha, a position he had fought for like tradition said. This fight, though, was only in ritual. The outcome of the fight had been decided, and no blood was shed. They couldn’t afford the loss of any of the pack, their numbers had dwindled to so few. Less than a dozen, and when they had lost Gwen a few months prior, it became apparent how dire their numbers had been. A merger was something of desperation. There were so many things that could go awry. This time, though, the competition for Alpha would be fought with tooth and nail, claw and fang. The gravity of it was apparent to all, but it was a necessary maneuver. Only the strong survived. It was a rule that nature had outlined and their kind had upheld; only their strongest would lead. <br><br>But who, out of their small pack, was in a state strong enough to fight? Her father, Lẻon, was a strong man and a good leader, but his prime was in remission… she wasn’t sure he had the heart to lead anymore. Raze, their Beta, was apt and willing, she was sure he’d try his paw. Her own “cousin”, Zev would try. He was a rogue pup when they found him, but he had served his time the last long years and proven his loyalty. <br><br>The doors opened behind her and Zev emerged, a victorious look plastered upon his face with a drunken blur in his eye. Her slung a heavy arm around her waist, leaning in to plant a sweaty kiss on her neck. She growled playfully and pushed him away. Their tribe had hoped that they would mate, to carry on their thinning bloodlines, but thus far Vanessa had resisted settling down. Zev, though, was respectfully persistent much to her mixed pleasure and annoyance.<br><br><strong>“Awe, c’mon `Ness, I won’t tell if you show a little love.”</strong> He said, slipping his hand into hers. <br><br>She laughed. He’d always been able to draw a smile out of her. <strong>“Knock it off you <em>dog</em>, didn’t you hear the song?” </strong><br><br>While song could easily apply to the nightclub behind him, Zev quickly caught on. He shook his head once, firmly, and the pair locked eyes. Realization and knowledge of what it meant and what was to come set in and Zev swallowed hard. <br><br><strong>“So.” </strong>He said. <strong>“It begins.”</strong><br><br>Vanessa nodded, eyes bright with worry and excitement. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver &amp; Gold {dangerduck and Modesty}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 19:46:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mainstorage.blob.core.windows.net/photos/12397@200x200.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Aric Pierce<br>25 Male Lycanthrope<br>&nbsp; </strong></div></div>Christine and Lilly walked over to Lẻon and joined their folds while Ariel walked over to the SUV’s.&nbsp; “We’ll pick you a mate later tonight,” Aric commented as he looked over at Darius who had been looking for a mate for a while.&nbsp; He was a strong wolf, but came off as very aggressive.&nbsp; He would probably be a bit rough with the girl, but he’d be a good protector for her.&nbsp; “We’ll talk later,” he told him before turning his attention back to Lẻon.<br><br>“I’ll have a talk with my daughter tonight, and I’ll send her to you in the morning,” commented Lẻon.&nbsp; <br>“Are you staying over at the state park?”<br><br>“Yeah.&nbsp; We have the cabins rented out at Pawtshwani.&nbsp; Send her early.&nbsp; We are heading back to our homes at noon,” replied Aric.&nbsp; “She better not be late,” he warned.<br><br>“I will make sure she is there,” said Lẻon.&nbsp; Both packs needed this to go through if they were to survive.&nbsp; If someone broke part of the deal before the fight and the merger was complete, then the treaty would be broken and there would probably be a war that neither of them could afford.&nbsp; Instead of one large pack, the victors would probably take the losers into their fold, but be smaller and weaker than either of them before.<br><br>Lẻon turned and headed back into the woods while Aric and his pack returned to the SUV’s.&nbsp; “You are in this one Ariel,” he told her as he climbed into the driver seat of the lead vehicle.&nbsp; Ariel joined him in the passenger seat and Darius got in the back.&nbsp; The other eight werewolves split themselves up between the two other vehicles and they all turned around from the clearing and drove off.<br><br>Aric spent the half an hour trip back to the cabins introducing Ariel to her new mate and learning what he could about her and the De la Cruz.&nbsp; He was sure that Lẻon would do the same.&nbsp; He had told Christine and Lilly to answer his questions as best they could.&nbsp; They were now diplomats in a foreign tribe, and if they seemed as though they were dishonest they’d likely be killed.<br><br>Lẻon pulled out his cellphone after he couldn’t see the red of the taillights anymore.&nbsp; He thought about calling Vanessa directly, but he knew that she’d gone to a club and was terrible about answering her phone there.&nbsp; He decided to call Zev instead.&nbsp; <br><br>Zev’s phone started to ring, and he pulled it out of his pocket. “Hello boss,” he said after seeing the name and putting the phone to his ear.&nbsp; Werewolves had good hearing so even when a phone call wasn’t on speaker phone it is likely that more than just the person you are talking to can listen.<br><br>“Zev.&nbsp; I need you to get Vanessa home quickly.&nbsp; We have much to discuss,” said Lẻon before hanging up.<br><br>“Well you heard the man.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver &amp; Gold {dangerduck and Modesty}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modesty</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 10:16:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/asilentgoodbye/vanessa-1.png)<br><div align="center">• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Vanessa De la Cruz</span></strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> 22 | Female | Lycanthrope </span></strong></span><br>• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •</div></div><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Her response came in the form of a quick, sharp nod. Vanessa had heard. She had heard the words, and the command. An Alpha’s word was law, binding by blood and oath and impossible to disobey. To disobey was dishonor and death, or excommunication if they were feeling particularly cruel. Still, neither Zev nor Vanessa had any thoughts other than hightailing it home. Both were eager to hear the outcome of the meeting and treaty, both eager to know of what was to come. Neither had lived through the christening of a new era; Lẻon had been pack lead since before Vanessa was born. The excitement was easy to pick up off of both of them. <br><br><strong>“I’m driving, though.”</strong> She said, wrinkling her nose at him, voice a near growl. <strong>“You smell like whiskey and <em>them.</em>”</strong><br><br>Her head nodded in the direction of the door, where two doormen stood. The ‘<em>them</em>’ was obvious in the context: humans. Their sweat was caked all over her ‘cousin’, and all over herself too she knew. She longed to get home and shower, but that would have to wait. Vanessa regained her balance quickly as Zev shoved her playfully and the pair hopped into her cherry red jeep. On the start of the engine music blast and she peeled off into the night. <br><br>Despite pushing the speedometer well above the posted limits it had taken her fourty-five minutes to reach home. Home. It was a large Victorian style heritage home that existed on the edge of town, lovingly called the Den. The Den itself held seven rooms, and the guest house in the back had another five. It was more than enough for the small size their pack had become. The Den sat on a large chunk of land that encompassed twenty-two acres that faded into the state park. As Vanessa walked the gravel pathway up to the front porch she wondered if the whole pack would move once they merged. The additional thirty or so bodies were far too many for the two buildings.<br><br>Zev was the first to swing open the door, letting out a half-yip in greeting as he entered the premises. Vanessa found her family gathered in the kitchen. The table, as usual, was loaded with food. No one would believe just how much their kind could consume. Their internal temperatures ran hot, setting their metabolisms into overdrive… not to mention the amount of exercise that came naturally to their strong, lithe forms. She had a number of questions she wanted to ask, but the look on her father’s face told her that now was not the time. <br><br>Conversation dove right in. The encounter was reenacted, verbally, and all listened intently to the dawning of a new age. As the story came to a close it became apparent why Ariel was absent from the meeting. A cold knot tied itself in her stomach as she stared dumbstruck at her father. She could see the mixed feelings written in his features, and could see that no amount of pleading would change his mind. Sad, angry eyes darted between Lẻon and Zev, the one she had always thought that she would be mated with. <br><br><em>Do something. Say something. Fight for me. </em>She urged, mentally, but Zev just turned his head away. <em>So that’s it? I’m just to be given away, like a prize or a piece of property. </em><br><br>Vanessa rose, angrily tipping over her chair as she left. The rest of her family averted their gaze or clucked their tongues. She knew in her heart of hearts that there was no other way, and like her beckoning home she would never disobey her Alpha, but still it was frustrating that she would have no say. In some ways, though, she had always known that she would be mated when it came to the merge. She had just thought that she would have more time… that the mates would be chosen after the fight for dominance. If Lẻon or Zev had won, perhaps just maybe… She let her thoughts fade as she drifted off to sleep. <br><br>Morning came quick. With the awakening of dawn, so did Vanessa. She crawled her way out of the warmth of the bed and slowly went through her routine of getting ready. Her thoughts weighed heavy on her mind. She gave one last fleeting look at her things, deciding she would eventually be allowed to come and claim them, before she left. Her jeep wound through country roads, following the directions she had been given, looking for the Pawtshwani cabins she had been directed to find. <br><br>Vanessa parked, cutting the engines and stretching as she stepped outside. Aquamarine eyes scanned around, waiting for someone to emerge. Her heart pounded. <br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver &amp; Gold {dangerduck and Modesty}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>dangerduck</strong> on <strong>16-12-2012, 05:48:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://mainstorage.blob.core.windows.net/photos/12397@200x200.jpg)<br><div align="center"><strong>Aric Pierce<br>25 Male Lycanthrope<br>&nbsp; </strong></div></div>Aric woke the pack before the sun had risen above the treetops.&nbsp; Rays of light managed to break through the canopies and gave the trees a bright aura over their tops.&nbsp; He knew that the pack would be frustrated with the loss of two of their kin, and only Darius had been happy about the receiving Ariel in the merger.&nbsp; Aric had made sure to check in on them in the night to make sure that Darius wasn't been too rough.&nbsp; &nbsp;She'd looked fine when he checked in though had an awkward bowlegged stride which she retained for morning meeting.&nbsp; Her hair was disheveled and both her and Darius obviously hadn't gotten enough sleep.&nbsp; The bond seemed strong between them as she stood half behind him with her face against his arm.&nbsp; At least the De La Cruz had strong wolves that would make them good allies and family if they were to survive.<br><br>When the two dozen werewolves were gathered before him he spoke.&nbsp; "I know that you are all worried about the merger.&nbsp; I know that you fear that by joining forces with the De La Cruz we are showing weakness.&nbsp; I know that you do not trust the new wolf in our midst.&nbsp; I know that, but I also know that this is what is best for the pack.&nbsp; In one moon's time we will be fighting for the position of Alpha or Beta of the combined pack.&nbsp; We must be trained and in our best condition possible.&nbsp; To get ready we are going to begin today with a challenge, a hunt.&nbsp; Teams of two, mated pairs obviously, and partners after that." He turned to look down at the 4 children of various ages.&nbsp; "I'll get to you in a moment."&nbsp; He winked at them.<br><br>"The challenge is this.&nbsp; You have 4 hours to hunt and catch three things.&nbsp; A fish measuring no less than my forearm, a male adult deer with at least 3 prongs on each antler, and a goose no less than 30 pounds.&nbsp; You may not be more than 20 feet from each other.&nbsp; The measurements are a minimum for contest.&nbsp; The best will be the winner, and you can only catch one of each.&nbsp; I'll know if you cheat."&nbsp; His eyes turned to look at a man with dirty blonde hair who looked to be in their late teens.&nbsp; He cracked a not so innocent smile and shrugged.&nbsp; "Time starts now!"&nbsp; He watched as the werewolves shifted and scattered off into the woods in their pairs.&nbsp; Aric not only wanted to train the wolves, but also build up the bond between the mated pairs.&nbsp; <br><br>He lowered himself to look at the three boys and the girl.&nbsp; "Okay.&nbsp; You four also have a hunting challenge.&nbsp; The biggest rabbit is the winner, and the winner gets to ride in the front seat on the way home in any car you want to, and you get to choose the music for the first hour.&nbsp; I don't want one of the adults to turn on you," he told them with a smile.&nbsp; "Also stay within two miles of the cabins.&nbsp; If you get lost, stop and howl.&nbsp; Someone will find you," he said as he rubbed their heads.&nbsp; "Now don't start until you've all changed."&nbsp; He didn't want the older ones to get a head start because they could shift faster.&nbsp; <br><br>Aric watched them change and smiled at the four before they ran off together.&nbsp; He didn't get to join in the hunt because he had to be the judge.&nbsp; His ears remained perked up for the cry of the young pups, but he caught the engine of a car first.&nbsp; He turned to look at the car as a voluptuous figure emerged from within.&nbsp; He took in her beauty as she scanned the area, but when her eyes turned to him he stopped gawking and locked vision with her own.&nbsp; "You must be Vanessa then," he told her as he walked over to her.&nbsp; He was dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans and a thin long sleeve sweater.&nbsp; He hadn't shaved this morning so his jaw was dark with stubble.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silver &amp; Gold {dangerduck and Modesty}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Modesty</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 22:02:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v348/asilentgoodbye/vanessa-1.png)<br><div align="center">• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Vanessa De la Cruz</span></strong></span><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> 22 | Female | Lycanthrope </span></strong></span><br>• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •</div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Aquamarine eyes watched as children shed their clothing and shifted, before disappearing into the trees. Full lips threatened a smile; how long had it been since she had seen young of their kind? The last pup had met an untimely death, as was so common. The De la Cruz pack was without offspring; the thought reminder her again of while they were merging and set her resolve. <br><br>Vision shifted to the lone figure who stood in view. Her senses told her that others were near by, she could smell them, but a while off. The man that stood there sported short cropped dark hair and towered over her in height. Even through his thin sweater she could see muscle definition; being wolf meant being lean, but there was strength here too. Alpha exuded from him. From the self assured saunter to the broad shoulders he boasted a man of command. Her trained eyes took in his rugged good looks before briefly pausing on his eyes. The lock of vision was only brief before she dropped hers, settling on his lips. One never looked the Alpha in the eye, but she wouldn’t stare at the ground like a subservient bitch... she was stubborn. <br><br>“I am.” She replied, her voice surprisingly calm. “You must be Aric.”<br><br>Vanessa had a lean, athletic build like most of her kind. Like her belated mother, however, she had been both blessed and cursed with womanly curves. Ample breast gave way to a flat, small waist before being rounded off with generous hips. Even through her skinny jeans, white tank top and black leather jacket it was apparent that she was agile. As with all of her kind she was fast and strong, though neither of them being her gift; she was fantastic and maneuvering with fast reflexes. Vanessa could easily be out ran in a straight mile, but dodging through trees and over rocks no one could catch her.&nbsp; A shiver ran through her, suddenly desiring to shed her skin and run free like the children. It was an urge she suppressed. <br><br>The sudden silence reminded her of how awkward the situation was. In times past mates would be chosen through fighting when a new Alpha was chosen, or simple courting over time. Pack mergers were so rare. But now, there was she was, being given away as if she were a piece of property. In her heart of hearts she knew that it was more than materialism that had lead her here; she would be a diplomat for her pack until such a time as they became one. Still, she hadn’t wrapped her head around the absurdity of the situation. Vanessa’s mind wandered… how would this new pack, whose numbers were three times as plenty as her own, decide who was to have her as their prize? Had it been decided before hand? Would there be contest? <br><br>Her eyes flickered back up to his gaze, hoping he’d speak next, before they fell again. She had never been one to shy away from conversations or meeting people. A soft sigh escaped her lips, breath visible in the cool morning air. “Your children give me hope, as I’m sure they will to my family.” <br><br>It wasn’t much, but it was a start.</div>&nbsp; <br>
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