Fang and Claw (wolventears & FroreQueen)
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				Title: <strong>Fang and Claw (wolventears &amp; FroreQueen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-12-2016, 01:15:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/RP%20pics/men/FB_IMG_1462686783032_zpsmjyivfnx.jpg) (http://s150.photobucket.com/user/hislipsonmine/media/RP%20pics/men/FB_IMG_1462686783032_zpsmjyivfnx.jpg.html)</div>Erik Matthew’s fist flew with inhuman speed, into the side of the head of the other werewolf in the process of shifting. This one was a newly turned and had yet to make the transition into his wolven form smooth or even half shift. Erik’s fingernails had elongated into claws and his eyes were no longer hazel, but wolven amber and his muscles bulged, the lack of a shirt making it quite obvious to see. As was the bite mark scar that lined his upper ribs just below his right pec. <br><br>As the other wolf’s head flew to the side, his amber eyes bulging from their sockets and blood flowed freely now from his ear, Erik’s other hand came around quickly from the other side. He grabbed the male’s jaw and yanked. There was a sickening snap as his jaw snapped out of place and from the force, Erik threw him over his shoulder, his body returning to his human form. <br><br>When he landed, he landed on his side in a harsh manner and the force of it had his arm breaking beneath him. There were cheers around the cage and a chant of ‘get up’ started, but the pup didn’t move, save for the movement of his chest letting them know he was still breathing. <br><br>Erik threw his arms arms up in victory and the crowd erupted into cheers. He even threw a wink to a female just outside the cage, biting his lips with an elongated canine and she smiled, her eyelids dropping to half mast. Erik had to hold back a laugh when the male beside her growled, his eyes flashing amber. <br><br>Two wolves in human form came into the cage to remove the broken male and Erik followed after, going to the table in the back to collect his winnings. He slipped on a black shirt as the man sitting behind it counted out his winnings. <br><br>“I’m only going to give you $500 this time, Matthews. It was barely a fight. Hell, if you could even call it such,” he said with a toothy grin. The male, Donovan McCall, ran this cage. He hosted this town’s fights in an abandoned warehouse past even the outskirts of town. It was well hidden and it was rare that humans stumbled upon it, but if they ever did, well, that was taken care of pretty quickly. He even had some of the human police in his pocket to help cover this up. <br><br>Erik smirked. “Yeah yeah. Not my fault you brought in a pup,” he said shaking his head as he took his cash. <br><br>“You seasoned wolves just don’t come out here anymore and business is business,” he said as the announcer began talking into the microphone, announcing the next fight. His ears twitched but he wasn’t really paying much attention.<br><br>“Well, let me know when you get someone worth fighting coming…” he began but stopped when the most intoxicating scent filled his nose. It caught not only his, but his wolf’s attention. He blinked a couple of times and Donovan looked at him curiously as his attention turned to the female entering the cage, and that is when everything but her faded around him...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fang and Claw (wolventears &amp; FroreQueen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FroreQueen</strong> on <strong>25-12-2016, 02:48:56</strong>
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				<div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Kiera Lupin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/Tj8cNVr.jpg)</div></div></div><br>The roar and chanting of the crowd never once died down. From the last victor to the newest wolf entering the ring. This beasts had been in plenty of fights, though brawls might be a more appropriate term. Muscles defined and slick with sweat to show off; a back street alpha. Too wild to hold a pack, too violent to not take on anything that looked at them wrong.<br><br>Kiera couldn't help the grin curving her lips, or the sudden sway in her steps. Sauntering through the throngs of people, she neared the cage and eyed her opponent. The announcer was building him up, stirring the crowd into a frenzy for more. Animals gathered at the slaughter, there to see a good show. <br><br>She had been on her way into town when she caught the scent of this place. Almost exclusively wolves, she had been drawn to it. Drawn to the excitement and energy it gave off. And the underlying scent of something <em>more</em>.<br><br>The announcer had just finishing his speech, calling for bets as she stepped into the ring. He didn't ask her name or affiliation, to him she had already lost. She was a stranger in these lands, a last minute wolf thrown into the mix. They expected her fail, the bets against her growing. There were cheers and howls for her opponent, some posting out how easy this match would be. <br><br>Kiera grinned and stripped down to practically nothing. Her form lined with scars and the hint of her muscles… but no visible bite mark. No scar to show a violent change. Whispers started around, but quickly died down when the action started. <br><br>She stood in the middle of the arena and waited, the massive male forcing his body to change. It took a handful of seconds for his muzzle to elongate and his claws to appear. The change easy but still taxing for him. Giving her plenty of time to study his steps, to watch his form as it warped between man and beast. <br><br>He howled, a sound echoed by the crowd. Brought together by their need to be a part of something more. A makeshift pack until the sun rose. She was an intruder in their little arena, an enemy he was determined to defeat. His strikes came quickly, heavy blows just barely missed. His claws aiming for her weak spots, a hit would be near fatal if it caught her right. But he was clumsy. His movements jerking this way and that as if he didn't have full control. The man and the wolf vying for dominance. <br><br>Kiera had no such issues. She danced around him, shedding skin for fur between one step and the next. Jumping up, she used the momentum of his swing against him. Her canines found purchase in his shoulder, tearing through flesh and muscle as she pulled him down. He managed to land a lucky hit against her nose, forcing her to realise him as she twisted away. Her fur traded for smooth skin, a small ‘pop’ of a sound the only telling sing her nose had been damaged. That and the blood. This time she landed a kick against his side. The crack of a few ribs more than audible to their sensitive hearing.<br><br>Dancing back, she gave the crowd a bloodied grin. Never truly taking her eyes off the other wolf. He was struggling to get up. The speed of her violence throwing him mentally. She had no pause between the change. No moment where she had to force herself to complete it. Bones broke and reformed in the span of a heart beat. <br><br>Kiera swept back her dark hair, taking in the scents around as the wolf finally faced her. His eyes glowing amber while hers remained their natural stormy gray. It was a trait of the pures. Even during their change they were different. She was a wolf through and through, the eyes didn't give her away like it did most of the others. “Well come on, these people don't have all night.” <br><br>He snarled and charged. This time he caught her, his claws digging into the meat of a muscled thigh. Leaving one of the most vulnerable parts of him exposed. Kiera let him grab her, let him sweep her closer to him. Close enough that it took only a second for her to hook her claws into his shoulders and clamp her teeth down on his neck. Quickly cutting off his air supply, her elongated canines drawing blood. <br><br>They fell together, he on his back with her practically straddling him. Never once did she let go, his free hand adding bloodied marks down her side. It was over. He had lost. His body went slack as he finally passed out. <br><br>Kiera pulled his nails free from her thigh, gritting her teeth against the bite of pain. There was no need to show anyone in the crowd an ounce of weakness. Their cheers were for the show, though she caught more than a few of their dirty looks. <br><br>She pulled her jacket on as she exited the cage, covering up the fresh claw marks on her side. She could do nothing about her thigh until she reach her bike, her stash of bandages and extra clothing hidden on the monster. She didn't head for the bar, but the fox that she had spotted on her way in. An old friend that slipped among the crowd practically unnoticed. <br><br>He smirked as he handed her an envelope, “You sure do know how to make an entrance into town.” All those bets stacked against her were paydays to those that knew her and her tricks. The fox had started the whispers as soon as he had seen her. Working the crowd against her and getting the most money on the sides. <br><br>It's why she didn't collect winnings from the arena itself, there was no need. And no hassle to the fact that she was not only a newcomer on their territory but also a pureblood wolf. “No one can ever say I don't announce myself.”<br><br>The fox just scoffed as she walked away, heading to the back table. She wouldn't take their money, but she would be civil, “Hello there. Sorry to crash your party just now, I'm Kiera Lupin.” Even if she had taken down her opponent with ease, she was trying her best to be as non-threatening as possible now. Pleasant and polite, “I'm just visiting the town for a few days.” Not trouble wanted or needed. She had enough on her hands already, like that scent that drew her here. One she couldn't pick up against thanks to the broken nose. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fang and Claw (wolventears &amp; FroreQueen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-12-2016, 08:28:40</strong>
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				As soon as the female stripped, the man wanted to run up there and tackle her, to feel that body beneath his as the wolf wanted to run and jump on her to hide her from other's eyes. Then it was the way her opponent looked at her, the urge to hurt, to maim in his amber eyes. And where as his changed to a wolven amber, her's stayed a stormy gray. <br><br>She was a pure. Erik's lips twitched as if that small little fact pleased his wolf.<br><br>And god damn, the female was beautiful. Much like him, she never fully shifted, unlike the wolf she was fighting. She used it against him, used his wolf against him. <br><br>That had to be one of the sexiest things Erik had ever fucking seen. <br><br>When her opponent sunk his nails into her thigh and the scent of her blood filled his nose, he stepped forward, a feral look in his eyes. Donovan grabbed his forearm.<br><br>"Erik, don't," he warned. Just a single word, but even though he could take care of himself, if Donovan sent the pack after him, as a lone, he would easily be put on his ass, if not killed. It took everything he had in him not to act, to stay back and not jump to her rescue, but honestly, she didn't need it. <br><br>She took the wolf down, her body moving gracefully, and he couldn't help but watch the beautiful flow of it. She stood then, yanking the wolf's nails from her thigh, and it was all he could do to stand back and not beat the ever loving shit out of the wolves who decided to give her dirty looks for winning. <br><br>"I know that look," Donovan said in a low voice as the crowd cheered for the newcomer, but with his hearing, Erik could hear him easily. He flicked the older wolf a glance, a tilt of his head in question, but when the female stepped down from the cage and walked up to a, a fox, of all people, his attention was once more completely on her. <br><br>After what looked like the exchange of winnings, she came up to Donovan's table and introduced herself. And for once in his life, Erik found himself tongue tied. He licked his suddenly dry lips as Donovan nodded at the female. <br><br>"I can always use new blood in the cage." He nodded his head in appreciation. <br><br>"You did well female and don't mind them," he said, nodding to the other wolves around them, "you knocked one of the champs on his ass." He let out a barking laugh at that. He held out a fifty dollar bill.<br><br>"You may not want this, but, as a reward for fighting and surviving in my cage, go buy yourself a drink on me." He looked to Erik then. "And this wolf here will make sure you get a drink at the best watering hole in town." <br><br>Erik's brow raised, but looking at the female, he simply nodded and held out a hand to her. <br><br>"Erik Matthews. Care to have a drink with me?" he asked the female. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fang and Claw (wolventears &amp; FroreQueen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FroreQueen</strong> on <strong>29-12-2016, 21:09:22</strong>
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				Kiera eyed the money like one would watch a snake. There were unspoken rules and threats in almost everything a shapeshifter did. Their worlds parallel to everyday humans and yet vastly different. It was a small internal war for her to reach out and take the fifty. She had twenty times that in her back pocket, raised from those that didn't believe in outsiders. The house wolves watching her a little too closely now. Taking interest for the wrong reasons. <br><br>“Appreciate it. If you get someone else worth fight, call me. I'll be in town for a bit so I wouldn't mind a few more rounds.” Her tone was somewhat cocky, almost dismissive. Though her body language was unassuming, she interjected the arrogance in her voice. Relaxed but willing to fight. Sending a message all her own to those within earshot. With their advanced hearing, that was quite a few wolves.<br><br>Another bow to the arena owner and she turned her full attention to Erik Matthews. “Hello Eri-” She stopped the instant she took his hand. The brush of skin to skin sent a chill down her spine. Her inner wolf rising at the sudden change, like a threat caught in the changing of the wind. Kiera pulled away from him and took a few steps back, shaking her head, “Ah, sorry. Not feeling up to a drink right now.” <br><br>Why. She needed a reason. Needed an excuse. She had to get out all of a sudden. The building too small, too hot. Sweating beneath her jacket… the jacket! Kiera curved her lips in a pleasant smile, letting a hint of the pain show. Just a small touch to make her reasoning sound, “Sorry Erik. After that fight I have to clean up. May be a wolf, but no one enjoys open wounds at their bars.” She vaguely motioned to her thigh, the puncture wounds still weeping with traces of blood. <br><br>“Next time.” A few more steps before she gave him her back and headed out the doors. Away from so many wolves and the scents playing with her head. “Sweet hunt, what is wrong with me?” She a slight fever, her skin flushed and her heart racing but a fight like shouldn't take such a toll on her. It was almost easy. Carelessness got her wounded, not the wolf's skill. <br><br>Kiera sat on the edge of her bike and leaned back to watch the sky for a minute. She had her supplies in her bike, it was just suddenly too much effort to get them. Maybe a round in the ring wasn't the best idea. She couldn't pick up the scent that had drawn her there. All she got was the smell of blood and riled up werewolves. 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 00:48:04</strong>
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				His brows rose to his hairline at her dismissal. His wolf whined, getting a feeling from her own wolf and it growled at the female's bullshit. Because that was what it was. He had felt the shock when her hand had slipped into his and he knew she had to by her reaction. He watched her walk away, giving him her back, a back he'd like to be on. He gave her a couple seconds head start before following. <br><br>"Be careful, Erik. She is more than strong enough to take you down and bite it off," Donovan hollered after him, but he ignored it. He found her sitting on her bike and she was still obviously bleeding, the scent of her blood filling his nose. It pissed his wolf off, knowing she was hurt, but he also knew he'd never forget it. On quiet feet, he stalked up to her. He knew she could hear him though. <br><br>"Kiera, if you don't want a drink, that's fine, but your still wounded. Let me help patch you up," he said softly, trying to keep the command out of his voice. He was an alpha, but he had a feeling this female wouldn't just roll over and show him her belly like the others. He had to work for that submission, earn it. The wolf wasn't to happy, but the man loved the idea of a challenge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fang and Claw (wolventears &amp; FroreQueen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FroreQueen</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 01:45:19</strong>
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				Hackles rose at the whisper of a sound, her canines elongating in a human mouth. Kiera turned to flash her teeth, only to pause at the sight of the male approaching her. The same on at the table. Erik Matthews. A name she knew nothing about and yet it made her heart kick up a few paces. Something she was adamantly going to blame on the fact that he was a male wolf sneaking up on her. No reason to look further down that road, or to let her eyes keep tracing his form. <br><br>The golden hair evident even by moonlight. The features a little rough around the edges and worked up. He had fought this night too. Probably in the same arena, creating the same sort of show they all did. A dance of predators, monster against monster. Suddenly, she was a little disappointed to have missed it. Not that her mind couldn't imagine a million different ways that his body could move. Not all of them in an arena full of animals. <br><br>“Erik.” His name was almost a purr, except she was no pleasant house cat. “You are going above and beyond.” She popped open her saddlebag and pulled out a first aid kit, “But who am I to reject such help?” Kiera opened the kit, getting out the alcohol pads and the opening the bandages. “No drinks for me, but perhaps; as a thank you, I can treat you to dinner? It's a win win if you think about it. You get food and I get to know the best place for a steak.” Because that's what she wanted after a fight. Not alcohol, but a big fat juicy steak. It was the nature of the wolf, a chase should always end with a reward. Even if what she was thinking of wasn't exactly food. 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>30-12-2016, 23:51:03</strong>
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				His lips twitched at the purr in her voice. She opened her saddlebag and pulled out a first aid kit. She grabbed some alcohol wipes and some gauze pads. He took a step closer and gently took them from her as she talked of dinner. Well, he could definitely give her some meat to munch on. His dick took a turn to twitch in his pants. He licked his lips as he looked down at her.<br><br>"I can definitely do that," his own voice coming out in a husky purr. He dropped to a knee beside her and took one of the wipes to her thigh. <br><br>"This is going to sting," he said apologetically before he rubbed it along a puncture, his other hand on her knee. He breathed in deep the female's scent and he wanted more than anything else to slid his hand up the inside of that toned thigh, but he kept his hand still as the other cleaned up the wound. Two more wipes later, it was clean, the blood having stopped as her healing began.<br><br>He took the gauze pad and laid it over the wound, then he taped it&nbsp; down before looking up at her. <br><br>"So, shall I show you where to get your big fat juicy steak now?" he asked, still kneeling beside her, his hand still on her knee.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fang and Claw (wolventears &amp; FroreQueen)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FroreQueen</strong> on <strong>18-01-2017, 17:27:25</strong>
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				Kiera didn't actually expect his help. Nor was she entirely prepared for the feel of his hands against her flesh. He practically radiated heat, then again most shapeshifters had a slightly elevated body temperature. It came with being human and animals in one. <br><br>She jumped at the sting but didn't pull away from him. There had been worse wounds in her past and no one to help with them back then. Kiera admire the way he worked for a minute. Letting herself take in his broad shoulders and messy hair. Her fingers twitched with the urge to touch him, so much so that she had to grip the edge of her bike to keep from moving. <br><br>Oh, this was dangerous. His tone invited more than food into the mix. Kiera leaned forward, still unable to fully catch his scent thanks to the smells around her. And her slowly healing nose. A smile danced across her lips, full of wicked delight, “Careful. I might think you're implying something besides my steak.” <br><br>There it was again, a hint of that smell that had originally drawn her here. Barely a taste of it and her wolf was there, torn between putting her hackles up and jumping him. “We should probably get out of here. Don't want anyone getting the wrong idea, do you?” She had to move, had to settle her sudden bundle of nerves. Kiera sat up straight combing her fingers through her hair,; mainly so she wouldn't reach out to his. The idea of curling her fingers through his hair and pulling him close was a little too vivid in her mind. <br><br>Her tone was breathless and somewhat husky, the tension building, “Are you going to lead the way, <em>Erik </em>?” His name a curse and a prayer for the things he made her want to do. 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>19-01-2017, 01:41:52</strong>
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				He glanced up at her words, the right side of his mouth hitching up in a lopsided grin. "Maybe I am implying," he said, a his own husky lilt to his voice. He stood then, his eyes traveling over the female.<br><br>A brow rose. "What kind of idea would that be?" he asked as he gently pulled her to standing. He wanted to pull her against him, feel her softer body pressed tightly to his, but for the moment, he refrained. Then she huskily purred at him. <br><br>He moved then, his arm wrapping around her waist and he pulled her against him. He growled as he looked down at her, her scent filling his nose. He licked his lips. <br><br>"You want me to lead the way, we won't be going to get your steak. Although, I do have a piece of meat I know you'll enjoy," he said before his lips were on hers, unable to stop himself. 
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