True Mates (wolventears & Lythe)
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				Title: <strong>True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>17-05-2014, 00:46:07</strong>
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				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Magdeline Chance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/58d621731e9c8f7baa56595bb83f93ff_zpsivc8riiv.jpg) (http://s150.photobucket.com/user/hislipsonmine/media/58d621731e9c8f7baa56595bb83f93ff_zpsivc8riiv.jpg.html)</div></div><br>Magdeline, aka Maggie, slipped out of the house she shared with her husband. He had been out drinking after work and had come home, drunk off his ass. Again. She had been making chicken fried steak with mashed potatoes and country gravy. Apparently, she hadn't added enough pepper to the gravy and it had pissed him off. He had taken the plate she had made him and threw it across the room. It broke into pieces and gravy and mashed potatoes had went everywhere. <br><br>She hadn't moved fast enough to clean it up and make him another plate. That had pissed him off, so, he had grabbed her, his closed fist colliding with the side of her face. She had learned a long time ago that crying only angered him more. So, with a grunt of pain, she took the hit. <br><br>He had went to the fridge and grabbed another beer and a cold slice of pizza from two days before saying he wasn't going to eat her horrible cooking. Then he walked out of the kitchen and sat his ass on the couch, turning on the baseball game. <br><br>She kept silent. She no longer had tears to cry. She quickly cleaned up the kitchen and dumped the food into the trash, not even eating herself. Then she went to the bedroom and crawled into bed. When she closed her eyes, her right cheek hurt, but she pushed passed it and managed to fall asleep. <br><br>Only a couple hours had passed when the door slammed open, banging against the wall. He came into the room and yanked the covers off her. She learned a long time ago not to fight him. He yanked her panties forcefully down her legs and then he was atop her, his breath smelling like booze. He must have drank whiskey at the bar. <br><br>He forced her legs apart with his wide hips and forced his cock into her. She wasn't even in the slightest bit turned on, so she wasn't wet at all. But he continued to pound into her, over and over again, his grunts filling the room. After like five minutes of him humping into her, with a last loud grunt, he came, his seed spilling into her. <br><br>Then without a word, he rolled off her, his now limp dick slipping out of her pussy, only wet from the seed he had spilt inside her. Within seconds, loud snores filled the room. His drunk ass had passed out. <br><br>She got out of bed and put her panties back on and slipped her pants back on before sliding on a pair of flip flips. She grabbed her keys and left, needing the distance. She walked down the road to the small park that was at the end of the lane and going to the swing set, sat on one, her legs moving beneath her to start her swinging. <br><br>A hand moved up to gently touch her face, but even such a gentle touch hurt. It was now swelling and she was sure she had a black ring underneath her eye. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>17-05-2014, 01:34:09</strong>
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				The park was dark, save the three criss-crossing paths, which were illuminated with periodic lights. But that left a lot of dark, open turf, not to mention the hedgerows, shrubbery, trees... Plenty of shadows. It was in these that the newest denizens of the park lay low. <br><br>There were six of them in all; a small pack, but old, tight-knit, capable. Rufus was one of the younger members, though he was hardly a pup either. To him had fallen the job of prowling the night to make sure the group weren't found as they made their way to some new place to den down. He was split away from the rest of them, his nose upturned to taste the scents of anyone that might disturb them.<br><br>For hours there'd been only the rarest scents, brief passers by. Women with heads down-turned hurrying through the dark and hoping not to get jumped, couples talking to themselves. Young men with a swagger to their stride, but who jumped at any sounds from the darkness. Noone that was a threat. Noone he'd paid much more than cursory attention to. <br><br>But then there was... a new scent. Human, certainly, perfumed... His keen nose stripped back the layers of the smell. It was... sweet, and alluring, in a way he'd never encountered. He couldn't resist but to follow it, padding silently through the gloom toward the illuminated sphere around a set of swings. He paused at the perimeter, knowing he ought to go and tell the rest of the pack. He could feel them, not far away, but wasn't strong enough to pass them a message at this range.<br><br>And yet he couldn't peel away. He felt his feet slowly carry him forward, on, into the light. He was coming from her side, stepping slowly and cautiously. His great, furred head was turned low toward the floor, his enormous haunches making it swing back and forth with every step. He was most of four foot tall, and long, strong. His teeth were sharp, massive fangs but they weren't bared at the moment. <br><br>The closer he got, the more her scent - the aura of her, even - affected his wolf mind. It was a good feeling, a warm, peaceful feeling. He'd been warned about this by the elder werewolf, about finding the woman fated to be his mate, and though it seemed unlikely it was hard to dispute what he felt as he studied her with his yellow eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>17-05-2014, 13:20:31</strong>
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				As Maggie swung herself slowly, the feel of being watched prickled the back of her neck. She looked around but it was late into the night. No one should have been around in the neighborhood as it was only Wednesday. Only her husband got piss drunk during the work week.<br><br>She glanced over her shoulder and could have swore she caught a glimpse of yellow eyes in the shadows. But she had to be seeing things, right? She was hurt, distraught. She took a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm her nerves. <br><br>She slid out of the swing and started back towards home, having to pass where she didn't even know if she had really seen anything. <br><br>Eyes. That was strange. It had seemed as if they had belonged to a canine. A large one at that, but why would someone's dog be out alone and off a leash at this time of night? <br><br>She hurried passed the spot she could swear she had seen it, only for her foot to catch on an uprooted root of the nearby tree. With a cry, she fell forward to her knees, her hands slamming down palm first into the ground to catch herself. <br><br>"Dammit," she muttered.
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				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>17-05-2014, 21:14:25</strong>
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				Instinct kicked in, spurring Rufus into motion before the more sentient, human corner of his mind held him back. He bounded in a few loping bounds over to her side. His charge was swift and ferocious, but no sooner was he at her than he skidded to a stop, his paws skittering over the grassy ground. <br><br>His nose swung low and snuffed up against her side. His nose, dog-like, was cold and a little damp as it buried against her side. Her tried to tip her toward her back to ensure she was well. From this close the scent of her filled his head; she smelt enticing, in a way that affected his body more than he cared to admit. For now, though, he was full of concern for her fall.<br><br>His head swung down to where her palm was. It was scraped but now worse... But... His eyes alighted on the bruise on her eye. He was quite sure the floor didn't do that - it was clean, not smeared with grass as though she'd landed face-first - and it upset him. Indeed, it made him angry, made him want to snarl and howl and find the cause and fix it for her. <br><br>But he didn't do that, because just at that moment he realised he'd disobeyed the pack leader. Come into the open. Revealed himself to this woman, and even if she was wonderful - and, he thought, mate-worthy - it was a mistake. He took a few steps backward, and eyed her warily. Don't scream, he begged, though he didn't have a strong enough link or enough experience to make the thought echo in her mind.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>17-05-2014, 23:28:21</strong>
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				She made to get up, but the sound of heavy feet on the grass beside her, had her freezing. She looked over as the large dog? wolf? skid to a stop beside her. It pressed it's nose into her side, and she gasped at the cold wetness of it. Then he was pushing her, as if to roll her. <br><br>Oh, god, did he want to rip into her stomach? Eat her? <br><br>That was absurd, she thought as it nosed about her palm. It was a bit scratched up, but nothing a good hand washing wouldn't take care of. Then it looked up at her face, and she could have swore she saw it's eyes narrow at the sight of the blackness she was sure was beginning to show. <br><br>Then she saw something flash over it's canine face, awareness, guilt perhaps? It stepped back and she was able to get a good look at it now. And it wasn't an it, but definitely a male. A big male. But she didn't feel scared or threatened. <br><br>She moved to sit back on her calves, putting her hand out towards him. "Hey there boy, are you lost?" she said in a soft voice.
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				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>18-05-2014, 01:26:09</strong>
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				The wolf settled his feet up under his rear end, sitting there. Like that he was not terribly much shorter than she was, though hunkier, and squatter. He wasn't quite sure he liked being called 'boy', but in that moment he was too caught up with concern at her wounds to do anything. He felt protective of her... Possessive, too, and he didn't feel much like letting her just walk off. It was confusing to the werewolf, but he had to make do.<br><br>His head nuzzled up toward her eye, stopping just short but still pointing out the wound with his nose. When he sunk back there was concern in his eyes, backed up by a soft whine of disapproval. Whatever caused that, he knew instinctively, was his enemy. The opponent of his pack. 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>18-05-2014, 07:33:14</strong>
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				The dog sat before her. He came forward and nuzzled the side of her face. She noticed that he stopped before he got to the swelling, like he knew it hurt. Then he was looking at her and whimpered slightly. <br><br>She reached forward and put her hands in the fur of his neck. "You're a smart one, aren't you?" she said, letting her fingers sink into the fur there. "Yes. It hurts. You can thank my asshole of a husband." She sighed, "speaking of, I probably should get back. Where do you belong?" She looked for a collar around his neck but there wasn't one. Nor did it look like he had ever worn one.<br><br>"Do you need a warm place to stay tonight? Maybe some food?" she said, standing. "Well, come on boy. I'll get you something to eat." She began to walk home, not sure if he'd even follow.
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				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>18-05-2014, 17:05:20</strong>
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				The canine understood her words, even though he had no way to reply. Or perhaps he didn't understand the details - the notion of a husband, for example, was foreign to him - but the general suggestion was transferred. Someone did that to her. That set his hackles up and he growled softly. Not at her, but at him.<br><br>If the rest of his pack had noticed his actions, they didn't show themselves. He cast around behind them in search of them, whimpering that they were nowhere to be seen. Would this cause trouble? He hoped not. He didn't for a moment want to leave or affect his pack. But he had to go with this woman; had to make sure she was safe, at the least.<br><br>So he slunk his head around and padded after her. His long legs made keeping pace easy, and he tucked his head against her thigh, nuzzling at it. That said, he was no tamed beast to lead around; when he glanced up his eyes were intelligent and appraising, as though he were with her because he wished it, not because she was leading him.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>18-05-2014, 18:03:22</strong>
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				When she got to the sidewalk, she could hear the clip of the dog's claws on the cement. She looked down as he came up and nuzzled her thigh. She stroked his head and smiled. <br><br>Five minutes of walking and they made it down the lane to her house. She opened the door and stepped to the side to let him in. He&nbsp; came off as the kind who did what he pleased and looking into his eyes, she could see intelligence there. <br><br>It made her wonder. She closed the door behind them and went to the kitchen. Her stomach took the moment to growl and she remembered that she hadn't eaten herself. "Well boy, it seems I'm cooking for both of us."<br><br>She pulled the left over chicken from the fridge that she hadn't cooked for dinner and took the frying pan out of the dryer beside the sink. She seasoned the chicken and put it in the pan. About seven minutes later, the meat was done. Putting one breast on a plate she cut it up, then put it on the floor for him. Then she took the other plate to the table and began to eat.
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				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>18-05-2014, 21:26:12</strong>
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				The wolf didn't much like being inside; it was close and claustrophobic. He was keenly aware that as slow as humans might be, in here they had the advantage. If it weren't for the woman and her damn scent, he'd have turned tail and sped off.<br><br>Instead he settled onto the floor, sat down on his haunches. His eyes watched the room, because while he didn't know it was her -husband- that did this, he was wary of any aggressors. The time passed slowly with the thick scent of her, and of meat, filling his nose; by the time she fed him he was ravenous for it.<br><br>He tore into what she offered down greedily, snapping down chunk after chunk. He wasn't quite sure what she'd done to it - most of his meals were raw - but it was clearly not too bad, for he ate through every morsel.<br><br>Only once he was finished did he rise and pad over to stand beside where Maggie was eating. He settled at her side, watching over her protectively. 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-05-2014, 18:09:52</strong>
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				The dog, she had been looking at him as he had ate the chicken with vigor and she was pretty sure he was some kind of wolf. A very large wolf, but a wolf all the same. Maybe some kind of undiscovered breed?<br><br>When he finished his plate, he came over to her and sat beside her, just watching her. She smiled. He seemed to really like her. Too bad she couldn't keep him. Gregory would never allow it. She finished her own chicken and stood, taking her plate and grabbing his off the floor, to the sink. <br><br>As she began to run water to wash them and the frying pan, Gregory began to waken. He slipped out of the bed and out of the room after taking his work pants off. He strode into the kitchen and saw the dog beside Maggie. <br><br>"What the fuck is that dog doing in my house?" he bellowed.<br><br>Maggie hadn't heard him come out of the bedroom and she was washing the frying pan as he yelled. She stopped and turned to look at him. "I went for a walk and he was out at the park. He doesn't have a collar and he is a nice animal, so, I brought him home and fed him. I'll take him to the shelter in the morning."<br><br>Gregory stepped forward. "No, you'll take him right fucking now. I don't want that damn mutt in my fucking house!"<br><br>"Gregory, she shelter is closed right now, it's three in the morning. Just let him stay here. I'll take him in the morning."<br><br>"If you're dumbass won't do anything about this, than I will. Fucking woman. Always doing stupid shit," he shook his head and took a step toward the wolf.<br><br>She grabbed a dish towel and stepped in between Gregory and her new friend. She wiped her hands dry. "No, he's fine here. I'll sleep out on the couch with him to make sure he doesn't get into anything." Why she felt so strongly about this, she had no idea, but she didn't want him to go. She was feeling a connection to the animal.<br><br>"You're really going to be this fucking stupid?" Gregory reached out and took hold of her wrist in a hurtfully tight grip. "I said he's leaving. This is my house and you are my fucking wife, so you will listen to me and what I say goes." He squeezed her wrist, and she was sure she'd have a bruise in the morning. <br><br>"No, he's staying," she said, her eyes narrowing in anger. <br><br>He lifted a brow. "Well then, I'll just have to take care of this attitude," he said as he pulled a fist back.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 01:13:21</strong>
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				Rufus' hackles had been raised the moment the man had entered. He reeked of alcohol, swayed as he walked, and had vicious, piggy little eyes. He was also angry, and red in the face, and a whole combination of terrible things that put the wolf on edge. He was grateful of Maggie's defence, certainly, but he wasn't comfortable with the situation at large.<br><br>But he'd sat in place, silently, until he started shouting. The moment he did that though, Rufus was on all fours. His lower legs were bent so that he was nestled toward the floor, primed to pounce or lash out. His teeth bared, and when he showed off his long, wicked fangs. His eyes were trained on the man.<br><br>But even then he knew better than to attack the man. Scaring him off was one thing - that would go unnoticed. Attacking a human? That drew attention. That was against the rules. That made sure he was restrained, until Gregory snatched her wrist. And when he did that, every last rule, thought and consideration snapped immediately from his mind. <br><br>He pounced at Gregory, barrelling between him and Maggie. His forepaws went first, pushing the man off balance before he could punch much of anything, but the rest of the large, now-vicious dog followed. His teeth flashed wide and snapped down around Gregory's face, parting the skin in a plethora of places and leaving deep red gashes. He bit again, and his claws scratched at the man. It took a great effort from Gregory to roll the beast off, but Rufus skittered quickly to his feet and lunged again. <br><br>This time Gregory stumbled back, clutching his face which was bleeding, infected, and looked like it was about to swell right up. One eye was winced shut and the other was horrified. His hand warded the dog back. "Get that fucking thing away! Kill it! Take it to the fucking police and have them put it the fuck down." <br><br>Rufus barked, snapped, and finally lunged. The drunk man stumbled once more, only this time his heel caught on the mantle of the door. He tripped, tumbled backward, and bounced his head off a cabinet on the way down. Suddenly Gregory was not scared, nor angry, not violent; he was unconscious, and bleeding.<br><br>The red mist of anger faded from Rufus. and as it did the full gravity of things hit him. He didn't know if the man was dead... But he was certainly injured. He had to get out of there, but he wasn't going without his mate. All in one movement he turned toward her and shifted, rising up tall and shedding his fur as his body snapped and wrenched itself into a human shape. It was painful, and violent, but he did it quickly; he was used to it.<br><br>Like this he was a tall man, with a thick head of long, brownish hair the same as in his wolf form. He had a matt of stubble over his chin and broad, muscular shoulders. This was obvious because, as part of the transition, he was entirely naked. He'd also almost forgotten how to talk, so he rubbed his throat to remind himself. "We need to be gone, human girl. Come." His hand snatched for hers and, while she was still trying to work out how the dog had become a man, pulled her away from the kitchen and back into the dark.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-05-2014, 18:32:42</strong>
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				She was surprised when the wolf stopped that fist from making contact. He acted aggressively, but only because Gregory had been a threat to her. She put her hand to her mouth as her wolf bit the man's face, teeth tearing into the skin there. Gregory managed to&nbsp; get the wolf off of him cussing as he tried to back away. But the wolf made for another attack and Gregory fell backwards, his head hitting a cabinet. She couldn't even begin to feel sorry for the bastard. But what happened next, had Maggie's mouth hanging open.<br><br>Her wolf changed into a man. A very good looking and very naked man. And when he had finished changing back, he spoke and that deep voice, sounding a little raw at first, rolled over her like a caress. Then he was grabbing her hand and leading her away, Gregory's bloody body motionless on the kitchen floor. <br><br>Her feet were moving, her hand in this man's much larger one and the whole while, her brain was trying to make out what she had just seen. <br><br>She had brought home a wolf, a large wolf, and he had attacked Gregory because the bastard was going to hit her again. Then, he had changed to a man. She had seen the whole process. It had been strangely beautiful but at the same time, shit like that didn't happen. Wolves didn't turn into men. That was only in the movies. Like werewolves and werewolves didn't exist. <br><br>But then the last fifteen minutes couldn't have happened if they didn't. She looked up at him. "Who are you and what do you want from me?" she whispered, afraid to raise her voice, unsure if it would cause him to strike out. 
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				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 10:21:34</strong>
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				He shot a glance over his shoulder, one that told her such answers would have to wait. For then they needed to get away, and though it bothered him the park seemed the obvious solution. Somewhere he knew was private, and even friendly if his pack caught scent of him and the blood on his breath. <br><br>So he broke into a run. Not too fast and preferring stealth over speed, but pulling her along quickly all the same. His bare feet barely made any noise, and if there was anything on the floor it did not bother his bare soles... Though at the same time, he did rather wish he had something to wear. It was cool without any fur for one thing, and for another.. He rather stood out. <br><br>They spilled into the park without incident, and he lead them across it and into a quiet, secluded area. It was almost entirely dark, but the scent of his pack reassured him, even though they all seemed absent. They had secluded most of their possessions to one side while they sought a place to stay, so Rufus pulled a backpack from the ground and tore into it. There was not much in there, but a few sets of clothes at least, which he pulled on rapidly. <br><br>Only then, dressed in a white t-shirt that was still too cool and a sturdy set of jeans, did he turn to the woman finally. His eyes watched hers. She'd been trusting to follow him, despite the questions she must've felt. It spoke to the strength of their bond. <br><br>He wanted to surge forward, grab her and kiss her... But there were too many questions. So instead he watched her warily. "I am Rufus. I do not want anything from you." Which wasn't true - his mind swirled with images of her pinned beneath him, moaning out and writhing as he claimed her... But he did not need to bring all of that up. He reached one hand toward an eye. "He did that, too?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 17:10:42</strong>
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				She couldn't help but feel disappointed when he dressed and covered up that delectable body of his. She blushed when he turned after fully dressing.<br><br>But why was she feeling like she could trust this man? This werewolf? She had just met him, only a little over and hour ago. His wolf at least. But yet, she felt safe, like being with him was such a normal thing to do. And when he reached out towards her eye, without thought, she leaned forward, putting her face into his hand. She flinched a little of the pressure on her swollen cheek, but it quickly dissipated under his touch and turned into a soothing warmth. <br><br>Her eyes opened again to look up at him. And look up, she had to do. The man was tall, at least a whole head taller than her. And she noticed that she had also stepped closer to him as well, there bodies only a few inches apart now. <br><br>She looked down and nodded slowly. "He did." She looked back up at him. "But why does it matter to you? We don't know each other. I haven't even seen you around town before."
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				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 17:54:24</strong>
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				"I am new to town." He told her. He was looking down at her in wonder, like she was the single most beautiful thing he'd seen. When she shifted toward him his hand shifted to cup her cheek; when her body came close, his did the same. He'd met plenty of women both wolf and human, but not a single one of them had done this to him. He felt like she was his, like he had to protect her, care for her, and love her. The confusion in his eyes was only a pale reflection of all the emotion in him. <br><br>"I arrived a few days ago, though I think we'll be staying. My friends and I." It seemed the easiest explanation. But there was still a lot to tell her. "And it does matter. He should not have done that. I... Will not stand for anyone hurting you." <br><br>He took another small step toward her. There was so much to say before any of it made sense. He supposed he ought to start at the beginning. He smiled faintly. "I'm Rufus. I'm also a werewolf. I hope that doesn't... Scare you, or anything. I can restrain myself, usually..." He thought back to the house, about just how little control he'd had then. The hand not still dallying with her cheek flexed. "Not so much when you are in danger, it seems." 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 18:10:41</strong>
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				She felt her heart begin to beat faster as he voiced his concern. He stepped close to her, leaving only a whisper of space between them. She felt her body heat at his closeness.<br><br>"Well, hello Rufus. I am Magdeline, people call me Maggie." She never told people her full name, just that she was called Maggie. But with this man, something in her wanted him to know everything about her. "And I'm pretty sure, if you being a werewolf and attacking my husband scared me, I wouldn't be letting you so close to me, much less touch me," she whispered the last sentence, as if giving him permission to touch her more. <br><br>She liked the feel of his hand on her and it brought to mind the question of how it would feel on other parts of her body. But she had to know. "Why me though? I am nothing but a small human woman, and you, well, you could probably have any woman you want."
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				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 18:21:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can hear your heart pound..." He explained, with a wide grin. "But I can't tell if you're too scared to pull away, or excited to be here." She'd answered that question though, and he was thrilling in it. He couldn't stop studying her features, admiring how she looked and inspecting every inch of her face. She was gloriously beautiful. He was so hungry to kiss her... <br><br>"I am not sure that I could! I do not socialise well with humans, usually. I might look like one, but many of my instincts and thoughts are closer to the wolf this morning. I do not, say, make appointments for dates or dinner..."He shook his head and shifted even closer, as though seeing how far he could go without scaring her. By new his chest was flush with hers, and he was gazing down at her. "But besides... Wolves take mates for life. And they do not make such a good easily." <br><br>His free hand moved, landing first on her hip then skidding up and down the side of her, following the contours of her body. He did not let it intrude too much, even though he longed to. "If he was your husband... You love him? Or did?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 18:35:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed as he said wolves mate for life. Why though, she hadn't&nbsp; a clue. And the fact that he said he didn't date meant he probably wasn't seeing anyone now. She swallowed in nervousness. <br><br>He even came a little closer to her, his body so close, but not yet touching. His other hand went to her hip, and she moaned lightly as that hand moved up and down her side gently in a caress. <br><br>"I did," she said, answering his question, "but a couple years ago, he got a promotion at work to foreman for the construction company. After that, he began going to the bar quite frequently with coworkers and it seemed I have just become someone who lives in the same house who cooks and is there for easy sex." She shrugged. "I stopped loving him the first time he hit me."<br><br>She took that last step forward, her breasts pressing into his torso. She could feel the heat of him wrapping around her. Her own hands came up, of there own volition, and laid against his chest. A well muscled chest. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 18:54:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"He won't hit you again. He won't touch you. Never." He told her, with absolute certainty. He had no way of knowing if that was true or not, but he knew that whatever this bond was... He would kill the man before he got within a hundred yards. He would pit himself and his entire pack to protect her from having so much as a hair on her head disturbed. His thumb ran down the bruise on her cheek and caught onto her chin. <br><br>His fingers pulled, and tipped her head back so that she was gazing up into his yellow eyes. Whatever the effect between them was, that was when it felt strongest. She was so close, her eyes so soft, her body so perfectly fitted against him. He chiding resist; the wolf in him was howling and clawing with need, half deranged with the need to claim her. <br><br>The rest of him couldn't resist, and all at once his mouth feel into hers. His lips tangled onto hers and his breath caught at the taste of her. With his eyes falling shut he abandoned any attempts to resist and drew her up tighter into the deep, hungry kiss. His hands rolled up and down her back all the while. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 19:04:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She was surprised when his lips came down on hers. But her eyes instantly closed and she melted into him, her arms sliding up and around his neck, like kissing him was such a normal thing to do.<br><br>Her tongue dipped out of her mouth and slid against his. She moaned at his taste. He tasted wild and earthy, like nothing she had ever experienced before. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 19:22:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				While the kiss started soft and warm, it stirred something in him that was anything but. The wolf, as he'd always considered it, was wild with unrestrained want and need for her. All of her, in every way it was possible to have her. It was feral and fierce. <br><br>At first this showed itself in the deepening of his kiss. His tongue caught hers and danced around it in between the soft moulding of their lips. His head leaned further into hers and his hands - despite being desperate to explore all of her - came up to catch onto her face and pull her keenly up. <br><br>It was not enough to satisfy him. His body surged into hers, pressing against her and even knocking her back. If his hands didn't snarl around her she might have stumbled, and as it was he broke their locked lips to eye her hungrily. A hand slid down her back to get rear, and another stroked over her side and up her front in the small gap he'd put between them. The latter found her chest, gripped and rolled it gladly, before searching the rest of her body. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 19:34:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The kiss turned from soft to intense as Rufus deepened it. His tongue snaked around her own as he cupped her face. Then his hard body was pressing into her much softer smaller one. His hands slid over her and grabbed her bottom as he stopped the kiss. Then a hand was sliding between them and as he looked at her with those heated eyes, he slid his hand to a breast. <br><br>She flinched and braced herself for the uncomfortable groping, but it never came. She moaned lightly and pressed her chest forward into his touch. Then his hand continued its journey to feel all of her. <br><br>But if this continued, even though it felt good, for how long would it continue before it got to the point of him just taking what he needed? Fear filled her. <br><br>"Rufus, I can't do this," she said as regret also filled her. But she didn't want to hurt anymore and that's all that sex did for her. It hurt and made her sore.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 22:20:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His hands were in constant movement across her, caressing and stroking and exploring. His fingers gripped and claimed inch after inch of her, and often he was greedy in the way he pawed at her, but he was never rough. Never harsh.<br><br>When she spoke he had to calm himself, and he found that he was half panting, caught up in the fervour of it all. His eyes caught up on hers and he slowed, and finally stopped. It was not the response he'd been expecting. <br><br>"Why? Do you not feel the pull of it? The bond between us? It is a wolf thing, and natural, and compelling." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>21-05-2014, 22:40:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				So, that what this was? She did feel it, but she was scared of it. Of intimacy. She told him as such. <br><br>"I do feel as if I have to give myself to you, but," she looked down, unable to meet his eyes, "I don't want to hurt anymore." That was all she could say. How did one say that sex just wasn't enjoyable for her? That it hurt each time? She knew it wasn't supposed to hurt, had heard that it was supposed to feel good, make you feel good, but she only knew the pain. She had only been with her husband, so, she knew no other way. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>22-05-2014, 18:18:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hurt?" He frowned, questioningly. He hadn't quite put two and two together, and when she worried about being hurt he thought she meant the wound on her eye. So was she suggesting he'd repeat that? Suggesting that she didn't want to be drawn into another abusive relationship, with him merely a surrogate for her scumbag husband? The implications stung more than a little, and his reply was slow and careful. <br><br>The accusation was also stilling his passion, though there was still that certainty that she would, eventually, be his mate. He stepped back fractionally and looked down at her, his head swinging slowly. His hands were still resting gently around her, but she was no longer caught up against his chest but rather held more loosely. "I will not hurt you. Noone will hurt you. I will take good care." His pursed lips, still flavoured with her, tried to force a soft smile, though it was hard to maintain. "But we do not need to do anything, of course. I am sorry, if I got caught up." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>22-05-2014, 18:25:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looked up at him, seeing the slight hurt in his eyes. That alone hurt her. He hand caressed over his chest. <br><br>"I did not mean to offend you. Nor am I saying that you would hurt me yourself. I just," she paused, searching for the words. In the end, being completely honest would probably be the best. "Sex just is not enjoyable for me. I seem to never get anything out of it." She looked down again. "I think I might be broken in that area."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>22-05-2014, 18:42:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His smile solidified, feeling a little less forced. It was hard to be happy about the situation, but it was nonetheless warming to at least understand her concerns. The added benefit was that they were concerns he suspected they could work past, given a little time. They had, after all, only met an hour prior. And he'd been a wolf for most of that. <br><br>"As you say, then. But it is often said that when a man finds his mate, they each soothe what is broken with the other." He planted an affectionate pressure onto her forehead and held her softly, while inwardly repressing everything else he wanted. "Maybe in the future that will be true of us. For now, we will wait." <br><br>The soft snick of wood set him spinning, and he planted his body between hers and the source of the noise... But it was just Drew, the leader of their pack. He was getting old, but strong and wirey and vicious. His lip sneered up, before he shifted easily to human form and caught up something to cover his modesty. <br><br>"I told you to scout, not to find a stray. Who is she?" His eyes angled briefly to the human girl, but have nothing away. <br><br>He sized up toward the alpha a little - though not too much, he did not want to cause another fight - and shook his head. "Hardly a stray. Her scent fills my mind, I think she might be my mate." The old wolf - who'd never found his - scoffed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>22-05-2014, 18:57:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She peaked around Rufus' shoulder at the new wolf. This one didn't drive her curiousity as his had. Then he shifted right in front of them, using a piece of paper that had been littering the ground where he stood to cover himself. <br><br>The way Rufus stood before her, it was like he was protecting her. Her hands flattened against his back and she could feel the tenseness in the muscles there. <br><br>Her eyes swung to Rufus when he said that four letter word. She could feel the bond, the urge to touch him and be touched by him even if her fear of it was there, but mate? <br><br>She had heard of soul mates and life mates in books and movies and such, but not in real life. And from what she had heard and read, it meant that she was like born for him, meant to be his. "M-mates?" she whispered.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 13:34:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rufus half turned toward her, and shot her a look. He might have been about to explain, but the old wolf cut over the top of him. <br><br>"Well you'll have to bring her. Terra found a place we can hole up for now; dry, but cold. We'll look for something better soon." He strutted over to pull his own bag out, and dressed just as Rufus had before. In all there were six bags, and he passed three of them to Rufus, who shouldered one and wrapped the others in his arms. Drew bore the other three, and though he was smaller than Rufus he made no complaints and seemed quite easy with them. He nodded their course, and set off. <br><br>Rufus hung back and turned toward Maggie. "He is our leader. He grows old now, but we follow him from respect of his youth. He expects me to contest to be the alpha soon." He shrugged, and started walking. Close enough that he could follow the man, but out of earshot. <br><br>"He is right though... For now, you might have to stay with us. For our safety, but also yours... With your husband and all..." He offered a faint smile, wondering how well she'd take it. The mention of her being his mate was not forgotten, either. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>23-05-2014, 16:01:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Whatever it was that was inside of her that felt so close to this man really liked the idea of staying with this man, But at the same time, her head was trying to argue, to be logical. She had literally just met him. He had attacked her husband. Within good reason, but still. <br><br>She'd like to say she was scared of him as a person, as a werewolf, but in truth, she was just scared of what it all meant. The only relationship she had ever had, she had married the guy, and there had been nothing but her messing up constantly and pain. If she was to be in a relationship with this man, her mate, would it be the same way? Is that what she had to look forward to?<br><br>She looked at the ground as she followed him. "Alright," she whispered because she didn't feel as if she could just give this up. Even with all the fear.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>25-05-2014, 18:54:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He nodded, and offered her a brief, reassuring smile. His eyes were sad, though; he knew this hadn't started the way it should have. The taking of a mate was supposed to be a natural, beautiful thing and yet here he was, all but kidnapping her into his pack, with her barely able to follow him. Furthermore the passions she was stirring in him were shot down by her fear of sex, and while he hoped they would be able to work past that it didn't limit the feeling that this wasn't quite how it was supposed to go. <br><br>He sighed, and stepped up the pace so they could keep up with Drew, who did not slow for much of anything. The night was cool, and the air brushed away some of his worries, until after a while he could reach out and wrap her hand within his. His grip was tight, but never too tight. <br><br>The unlikely trio - alpha, alpha-to-be, and this latter's new mate - slipped through the inky dark streets quickly. Down dank alleys and across lonely, desolate yards they passed, to a small set of apartments. They were not much to look at, and the alpha lead them down a ramp and into a small, underground lot. It was dark within, save for a few pale lights, and already it smelled of wolf. In the corner was a wolf, curled up but not asleep. Her head lifted lazily to the new arrivals, and she sniffed warily at the woman... Before tucking her head back onto her paws and closing her eyes.<br><br>Of the others there was no sign. "Guess you want yer own quarters?" Drew growled unhappily, head shaking. "There's a spare room you can use, down the end of the hall." He pointed roughly toward it, but paid it no more attention than that before tossing the bags in the corner. "Do what you gotta tonight, Rufus, but you're with us tomorrow. Gotta claim our territory, make sure there ain't noone else." <br><br>Rufus nodded obligingly, and turned down the hall, with Maggie's hand still wrapped in his. He paused just long enough to unload the bags he'd carried. Their room was sparsely appointed, with little more than a single bed, a thin rug, and a set of draws. There were no windows and the light seemed weak. This was hardly a place to settle down. Rufus kicked the door shut behind them, checked for a latch that wasn't there, then grunted and gave up. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-05-2014, 19:07:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maggie followed Rufus and she could tell he was slightly upset. As if this should have gone a completely different way. After awhile of walking, he grabbed ahold of her hand, but it wasn't in a dangerous manner. Tight enough to let her know he was there and not letting go, but loose enough to comfort her. <br><br>She walked beside them through a slightly bad part of town, a part she had never been in. They got to a set of apartments and when they went to an underground lot, it was dank and dimly lit. And there was even a wolf laying in the corner. Her heart began to race as it lifted it's head but then put it's head back down and closed it's eyes. <br><br>She listened to the alpha, Drew, who was obviously unhappy about the situation. But he'd let them do tonight what they needed to do. What that was, she wasn't sure, but she felt like she needed to do something with this man. <br><br>When he walked her down the hall, he went into a room that only had one bed, a rug, and a small dresser. It had no windows. As he looked for a latch, she stood there, looking around nervously. What was to happen next?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>29-05-2014, 12:09:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rufus stepped into the room and ran a hand back through his hair, grasping his head as though it might help push along his attempts to process everything. He took a deep sigh and span to face the new girl. <br><br>"Well. It's hardly the start I would have chosen, but at least we can continue our talk." He shrugged one shoulder. "I'm sure you have many questions, but the first of them... You queried me, when I said we were to be mates. When a wolf finds his mate, he knows it, and I know you are mine." <br><br>His eyes searched hers, hoping for some reaction. "That does not mean you have to be here. It doesn't even mean we need to sleep together, or any of that. It just means..." It was hard, sometimes, to translate the spiritual, animal bond into simple human words. "It means that I have chosen you, and that regardless of what you do I will protect you and yours. I hope that it means that we will become one, a pair, but that is for you to choose." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>03-06-2014, 20:05:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her mind was a whir after his explanation. She didn't have to be here? But that would mean being away from Rufus, leaving him, and something inside of her did not like that idea in the least. <br><br>So, she said the first thing that came to mind. "I-I don't understand any or this." She shook her head, her brown hair flying around her face. "You are a werewolf. My husband is probably dead, and honestly, I can't even find it in myself to really care. He deserved it, but you say that you, your wolf, chose me to be it's mate, like I was meant to be yours." She started breathing hard and fast. She fanned her face with her hands as she began to panic. <br><br>"This is too much. I have to be dreaming. Gregory hit me again and I'm just unconscious and dreaming weird shit," she said before her fast breathes turned into hyperventilating. Her hands went to her stomach as she tried to regulate her breathing. But with&nbsp; no such luck.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>16-06-2014, 11:37:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rufus stepped around her swiftly, as soon as she started to struggle with her breathing, moving his chest into her back. He was large and broad, and firmly muscled, making him rather well equipped to be a solid presence. His arms hooked around her shoulders and drew her back, softly but insistently trying to soothe her. It had only been a few hours since they'd met, of course she'd be suffering some sort of shock. She wasn't a wolf, after all, and people had a tendency to overthink. <br><br>His head settled over hers, so that she could feel the vibrations in his throat when he spoke, as well as just hearing his words. "Relax. Breath. There is nothing wrong, you're not unconscious and I promise you this is very real. I know that it's a lot to take in... Things should be slower now. You should be able to process all of this." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>16-06-2014, 16:54:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The feel of him behind her relaxed her, as if his touch was just what she needed. She could feel the vibrations of him speaking in his throat atop her head. Her breathing slowed and her hands came up to his arms wrapped around her shoulders, holding on as if he were a lifeline. <br><br>She was finally able to think about what he had said now that her mind had calmed. And all because of his touch, his presence. "You said that I don't need to be here, that we don't even have to sleep together, but if I leave, what would happen to you?" she asked in a whisper. She had a feeling that if she did leave, that she'd miss his touch. They had kissed in the park and it was the best kiss she had ever had and she wouldn't be able to find another who could make her feel so warm and maybe even loved, just from a kiss. And she didn't think he wanted to. But would he feel the same way? <br><br>If what he said was true, and if what she had read about mates, there was only one for the other and from the way she was feeling, that little voice inside her that told her to stop denying it and take what was her, she maybe believed it a little.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lythe</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 10:21:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know." He confessed. She could feel the vestiges of a shrug against her back. "I don't think my pack would be happy, but I could talk them round. We'd continue on. You're not thinking of doing it, are you?" His arms tightened a little around her, clutching her close. For all his assurance that things would continue... He could scarcely envision it. <br><br>"Of course if you'd like to leave we could find another home... Somewhere else, away from here." He'd been with the pack for years, he adored all of them in their own way. These were people he'd wrestled, talked and lived with since he was little more than a pup. But he only had the one mate. <br><br>He shifted her around in his arms, turning her to face him. There was necessarily a little gap between them too, which they could speak into. His arms rose to grip at her shoulders firmly. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: True Mates (wolventears &amp; Lythe)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>18-06-2014, 17:32:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She listened to him speak and heard the fear in his voice at the thought of her leaving. Then he spoke of them finding another home. Meaning, he'd leave all he knew for her and he had only known her for a couple hours. Which got her to thinking. <br><br>She felt the rightness of this, of him and his touch, but she didn't know him. How was she to know that he wouldn't do what her husband had done? And he was a werewolf, so he could easily kill her with one hit if what she had read about them were true. <br><br>But he had saved her, so, she was willing to give him a chance. It just felt right and she had a feeling if she left, she'd regret it. <br><br>"I won't leave, but, I don't know a thing about you save the facts that you turn into a wolf and you are new to town. I feel that there is a connection between us and if I left you, I'd regret it. So, before anything happens between us, let's agree to get to know each other. I guess in a way, date. I want to know you first before I give my life and self to you," she said softly, her heart pounding in her chest.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
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