Chosen of Luna (Brandon & Masterpiecelost)
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				Title: <strong>Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 06:30:05</strong>
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				It was a clear night as lone man approached the cliff peaks, the ground was wet with dew and the stones cold from the chilling night air. He was a large man, being tall without peer to most men with long black hair, as dark as the night. Even in the darkness his emerald green eyes seemed to reflect in the mix of starlight and Luna's reflection. Standing there he thought back to the humans who had shunned him, all because of the beast within. Standing there, bathed in the godesses light he shifted forms. A thick mane of black fur covering his body, fingernails and extending into claws, his face elongating into a long muzzle filled with sharp canine like teeth and finally a pair of wolf like ears formed atop his head. He stood there for a moment, being the true Apex predator called a werewolf, a testament to mans nightmares. <br><br>His eyes looked upwards and he howled out his emotions, his lonliness, his rage, his hope! Everything was for the goddess of the moon, he beckoned her, pleaded with her, commanded her, all to show herself and accept him into her fold. Were man, spirit, and werewolf failed to give him company she was always fair. She always shined or hid over his head, equal to him and everyone, the way all creatures should be. <br><br>The howl seemed to go on for hours before his lungs finally waned. If he could have frowned he would have as she seemed to be absent, or perhaps she wasnt listening at all. Either way he took the form of a human again and went back to his camp, the burning fire going as the remainsof his prey a black bear sat over the fire. The scent of slowly roasting meat filling the air...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 06:38:45</strong>
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				Absent indeed. Mortals, always wanting immediate responses, immediate gratification. If only they could learn some better patience when making demands on the gods. But, regardless of his lack of etiquette, he'd find indeed his call did not fall on deaf ears. The maiden of the sky had been truly alone for so very long. It was the curse of what she was, the governess of the moon. A solitary form making its passage across the sky while the majority of the world sleeps away. Few creatures were her company, visible beneath her gaze. It was rare, though, that they took real notice of her. Most often she was unobserved, save during her fullest or darkest times, or when she was red with an eclipse. The absence of companionship had recently lead her to a state of melancholy. It is for this reason that she feels especially sympathetic to this werewolf's lonesome call, his plea for comfort and companionship. His kind had always been amongst her favorite, her most loyal subjects, the brothers of true wolves.&nbsp; Still, while most were fond of her, and she of them, this one spoke to her especially. He drew her sympathies, her understanding of his state quite keen. For the briefest moment, she wondered if she might even end her own solitude through her effort to grant his prayer.&nbsp; He'd need to be truly worthy, though, if he were to gain her interest. She must see to this.&nbsp; And to do so, she would simply bless him tonight with company at his camp. <br><br>As he returned to the camp, he'd see a form there near the fire. She came to him as a young woman, small in stature, her features simple though soft and sweet, with pale blond hair that seemed almost silver in the dim moonlight. She seems frightened, alone. Likely a villager, or perhaps a member of a caravan, who had gotten lost in the woods. She takes comfort from the fire, though she does not touch the meat there. Someone would surely be returning soon, and it seemed she must have speculated it poor manners to take some of the food uninvited. When her eyes meet his, she stiffens a little, seeming intimidated by the immense form, though she slowly stands to greet him "I'm sorry. I don't mean to intrude. I... I got lost and...I saw the fire... My name is Mani."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 07:18:23</strong>
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				He came back, standing in the form of a man yet also as naked as the day his human parents bore him. He stood there for a moment, looking at her or perhaps through her and let out a slow warning growl. Its intent not to frighten her but to warn her that she was in the prescence of a true predator. He would not shoo her away but he would not lie to her about the danger of being near him either. <br><br>Once the growl was made known he nodded slowly as his lips parted, trying hard to forma&nbsp; welcoming smile and yet not quite succeeding. "Hello Mani, I am Vash." he said simply as he walked toward the fire, stopping to look at her once again. "Are you hungry? There is more then enough to share."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 07:26:05</strong>
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				Strangely, the girl wouldn't seem especially bothered by his nudity. In fact, it seems as if her pale blue eyes pass over his form almost in an evaluating manner. Still, she'd stiffen and step back a little when he growls at her, mimicking a natural human response to what could be perceived as a threat. She'd stay standing, as she is, when he nears the fire. Her form turns to follow his when he moves, seeming genuinely on edge.&nbsp; When he offers her the meat, she seems momentarily confused, staring at him incredulously. She hadn't quite expected such a pleasant offer after that initial response to her presence. At least, that is how she acts. Luna did so love acting the role, even if she was far more accustomed to his people's ways than she currently let on. She slowly nods to the offer. "yes, thank you. I'm famished, actually." She'd sit down back where she was by the fire, just staring at him for a long moment "Are there no others in this encampment?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 07:34:55</strong>
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				He took a moment to break off a small rib of the bears open gullet, placing it on a flat stone which he sat on her side of the fire, as if he were offering it yet not giving it to her. Her question and determination to stay surprised him but he thought that she just must not have had anywhere else to go. Whatever the case, it was nice to have some company for the night. "I am alone." he said simply as he broke off another rib and bit into it, tearing the succulent meat from it. <br><br>He sat down, looking up at her and then at her meal. Perhaps she wasnt hungry, or perhaps she was just being wary of him. "My life is that of loneliness. My family will not have me, my friends have shunned me, and my pack has returned to the earth. I fear no man, beast, or spirit, but all men have fears. Mine is to be forever alone and that is why I am pleased to have you here Mani. It may be a fickle beat of my heart in a long life but I welcome it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 07:40:55</strong>
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				She does simply watch him for a long moment when he serves her, and then eats. Perhaps she was taking care that the meat was safe by watching him eat it first. Ultimately, she would pick up the offered rib, biting off the flesh delicately. She'd just stare at him though, to receive such an answer to such a simple question "oh...well... I am glad I could oblige, then." If she'd been in a fouler mood, she might have said 'sorry I asked' but she supposes for her purposes, his openness to sharing himself was fruitful "you said your family won't have you... why? and what happened to your tribe?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 07:55:36</strong>
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				He looked up at her, surprise on his face. Had he not made his nature completly apparant for her? It seemed impossible to fathom how she could have interpreted his warning growl as anything but a predators warning. Then it occured to him that not everyone knew of the werewolves, or the good they did for humans. "My pack has been buried, slain by a creature that could not bleed nor die. I live only because I was able to imprison it. Yet may family..." he stopped for a moment, wondering how to explain it to her and soon shrugged. "I am dangerous to humans because of my rage and my will to hunt. It is why I warned you. Honesty is important to me you see...but because of the nature that I can not control they fear and shun me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>09-06-2010, 08:03:55</strong>
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				She listens as she eats daintily, considering his words quietly. She is amused at the look he gives her, though, about her questions "I suppose I assumed your family would be like you. I've heard stories of humans changed to other things, but thought your kind were usually born to it. Who changed you, then?" <br><br>As she finishes her meat, she sits back, seeming to relax a little in his presence. Perhaps she'd begun to consider him decent company. perhaps she was simply tired from being so lost. Her form was shapely beneath her plain garments. Her mannerisms are almost naive in how she sits, her legs slightly parted, her weight leaned to one arm. She was minimally defensive, if at all, and almost a little sultry in the lack of modest seating. "aren't there others like you around you could join?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 05:08:45</strong>
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				Again his face showed surprise but he shrugged slowly after a moment, considering the questions. "The idea that a bite from one of us turns another into one of us is a myth. We start out as humans, we grow and live as humans till something happens. There is no one catalyst to the first change but we are sure that it is passed down the family...the reason why others think that a bite can spread our nature is because sometimes a pack will notice the tell-tale signs of the first change and they bite them to taste their blood. The taste and scent allow us to track them better, to watch and protect them. I've heard that those born of strong wolf blood will only bear one of us in perhaps one of three children...I have no woman to bear them, nor to hold in the cold darkness so I do not know if that is truth or speculation"<br><br>He laid back onto the ground, looking upwards through the canopy of the trees at the moon and the stars. "After loosing those I fought and bleed with, I am hesitant to join any others. That is assuming they would have me...even then packs are few and far between, I know of none nearby...even then, were I to leave this place and join them, who would watch over the people?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 05:30:25</strong>
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				She listens calmly to his explanation of how his people come to be, seeming rather fascinated, really. The briefest of smiles plays at his lips at his latter comment, about having no woman to test the theory with. So brief was the smile, it might even be dismissed as a flicker of the fire light.&nbsp; "Who knows. maybe others will find you." The way it was said... one might almost suspect it to be knowing of something she did not openly say.&nbsp; But that wouldn't make much sense, now would it, coming from one with such limited knowledge as she showed?&nbsp; <br><br>She leans forward to wrap her arms around her legs, staring into the fire now that she was calmer and her belly full "you protect the local village then? Even though they do not like your kind..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 06:08:49</strong>
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				"Yes." he answered as his head turned to the side, watching her now. "I am a predator, I must hunt. Human meat, while the most delicious of all, holds in it madness for us. To eat of our kin is to loose ourselves...but I must hunt. There is no natural law that says I can not hunt for a reason, that I can not protect those who lack the power to protect themselves...I was born with the power and will to do great good. How could I not use those talents? "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 06:21:44</strong>
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				A smile forms delicately over her lips as he says such things. For the briefest moment, her visage would perhaps seem to flicker, and yet would remain the same "you are a man of good nature. worthy of better than your lot, I think."&nbsp; She stands then, moving slowly to him. there is something a little different about her manner, more confident, more graceful. Her hands lift gently to his face, in a way that made it evident she meant no harm. "I do not believe you will need suffer this solitude much longer. Rest in the comfort of that knowledge" With that, she'd lean in, her lips softly gracing his forehead. He'd feel an overwhelming heaviness then, and yet also a sense of every muscle in his form relaxing, with the sudden need to sleep, a heaviness likely claiming his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 06:39:17</strong>
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				He was a little surprised about how she had approached him and seemed to change, even the brief flicker seemed odd but he thought it nothing more then a trick of the fire's light. "Perhaps you're right...I hope you are right." he said softly. His body was wanting to sleep now, but his mind would not yet let him fall to his bodies needs just yet. "I tire now, but before I slumber I want you to know that you may stay in my camp as long as you like."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 06:47:41</strong>
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				She steps back from him slowly, then. She was surprised by his will to resist her command to sleep, if only for long enough to ensure his guest well situated. She can't help but smile from that fact, offering him an obliging nod "Thank you. Rest. And I will see you again, soon"&nbsp; With this, she'd step away from him, sitting patiently until sleep would finally take him.<br><br>A short time later, she stands before a vibrant pool of water, gazing over the view before her. Even in her half moon state, the pool glistened silver with her moonlight, a stream creating a waterfall to disturb the water's surface. Her form, now clad in gausian white, gazes across the water. She steps slowly upon the water, which ripples beneath her feet but does not give way. Her form is ethereal, glowing, as she moves to stand before the form of her champion, waiting patiently for him to come back to his senses, so that the ritual may begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 07:05:34</strong>
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				He fell asleep and found himself in the realm of dreams, dreaming pleasing dreams of hunting worthy prey and the hearts of women. Each one was unique and beautiful in its own way, but only the sleep of death is permanent. Eventually he woke, his body stirring and his eyes opening slowly. His senses now becoming sharper as he woke from the restful slumber. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 07:11:30</strong>
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				As he woke, he'd find himself amidst the strange, crystal pool. The water was warm and pleasant around him, the scene a beauty with its cascading stream and moonlit forest. But most unique of all was the visage of a woman there before him, standing unnaturally upon the water's surface. Her form was clad in gossamer white, her hair pale as that hangs in the sky behind her. A soft smile graces her features, as she gazes down at him. <br><br>It was then that he'd see strange glistening forms seem to move through the water, silvery and etherial, seeming to originate from just below the woman. the tendrils move fluidly, brushing against his body, as they would slowly coil around him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 07:51:03</strong>
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				He looked upwards as he realized that he was not in his camp again, yet he put on a brave face as he spied her and stood proudly. Another low growl came from his lips, once agian warning her of his nature and that he should not be trifled with. "Who are you?" he asked, though his tone seemed fair and balanced, allowing it to change to whatever other tone he wished. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 09:07:29</strong>
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				"You summoned me. yet you bother asking who I am?" Her tone was sweet, amused. His growl did nothing to phase her, as her hand reached out before her. The tendrils would then wrap around his body, snaking around his abdomen, his legs, any part of him below water. he'd feel a surge of energy from their touch, and a euphoria that would overwhelm the senses.&nbsp; "You called out to me, and I have heard you. Submit, and you will have what you desire."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 04:53:13</strong>
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				At first he thought it was a trick, other spirits had often tried to use and manipulate him but as he felt her touch something in him stirred. His face changed from one of opposition to a mix of surprise and welcoming as he looked upon her face. "I...I didnt think you had heard me...no, I must be honest. I doubted that you were listening." he said, showing a bit of shame in his eyes as he admitted his doubt in her. She was here now, his body being filled with the energy of her gentle touch which eventually made him fall to his knees, legs no longer having the strength to hold him up. "If it means that I will no longer be alone...yes, I will submit to you. I will be everything you ask..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>12-06-2010, 06:07:11</strong>
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				The woman watches him, smiling softly as he sinks to his knees. "A pity you have so little faith in the passion of your own prayer."&nbsp; She runs her fingers over his jaw, as those tendrils wrap up his body, up to his neck. Those tendrils would even extend to circle his manhood, firm yet bold as it slides against his dampened shaft. They would begin to work in slow pumping motions on his length. A strange energy would come over him with the movement of every tendril, euphoric, incredibly relaxing, and yet causing a bold surge of strength unlike any he'd have felt.&nbsp; "You are the Chosen of Luna... you will never be alone again."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 14:23:41</strong>
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				He kneeled there looking up at the womans face and yet at the same time his cheek fell into her hand as if seeking to be so much closer to her. As her power entered his body he felt like he was in a constant natural high as a mass of pleasurable sensations entered his body and enticed him further. "Truly?" he asked, hoping that this was not some cruel dream or rather a waking nightmare where it would seem his greatest fantasies were fullfilled before being rended asunder by some wicked twist of fate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>16-06-2010, 18:30:57</strong>
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				His question is met with a tender smile, as her hands caress his face, his jaw, his neck. The tendrils worked upon his body, assaulting every contour of him, one sliding slowly into him. That euphoric energy would seem only to build all the more, and her touches upon him would seem to hold an electric charge, despite the slightly cool temperature of her flesh.&nbsp; "Know this. Though you may not always see me, and you are sure to doubt me,&nbsp; I will always be with you.&nbsp; And by the cycles of my moon, you will have me in your arms, my champion."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>17-06-2010, 13:24:27</strong>
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				He could only think that he had never felt such wonderful sensations before as the tendrils incircled his body and even parted the ring of his anus. Their hold on him made him feel as if he were being held by his soulmate and perhaps that was true. Luna the goddess of the moon had chosen him above all others. He could be himself in her arms and enjoy her company without fear of ever being truly alone again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>18-06-2010, 20:57:55</strong>
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				Her fingers caress his face, her gaze gentle upon him. The tendril within him would work in gentle, but deep thrusts, matching the rhythm of the one upon his shaft. Another coils around his sack, massaging and milking at it. Those tendrils work in slowly rising speed, aiming to allow him release as they infuse his form with their energies.&nbsp; She feels her own desire stir, to see him so pleasured by her energies, seeing him submit so to her power. She knows she chose well. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>19-06-2010, 13:08:07</strong>
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				He kneeled there, leaning into her hand as he felt both the foreign energies and the sense of his own pleasure spread throughout his body. Soon he found his body reaching a point of pure exctasy, making his mind and senses cloud till he felt his body releasing and at the same time his member pumping his hot seed out over the shallow water. While the normal feeling of an orgasm might have passed within a few moments he could tell that this would last a long time, keeping him in a state of exctasy till she chose to release him from it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 09:49:07</strong>
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				She smiles warmly to see him in such delight. Her fingers gently wander over his neck, to his shoulder, as she leans in to tenderly kiss his lips. She'd let that ecstasy linger, along with that kiss, before her lips would slowly part from his to whisper against the shell of his ear "You are mine now. Remember this fact, and wait for me here, the night of the full moon.&nbsp; Until then, my chosen one, rest.. you have earned it" Her fingers brush over his temple then, and he'd find himself drift out of consciousness in that lingering state of pleasure.&nbsp; It was not a feeling that he'd find to part with him throughout his dreams, vivid and delightful, until the moon disappears from the sky and sunrise claims the world. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-06-2010, 13:13:25</strong>
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				He stayed on his knees, fighting the urge to sleep and prolong his time with her but he soon fell back and his eyes began to close. He felt himself drifting off to sleep and layed back, still looking up at her till his eyes fully closed and his breathing grew shallow. Soon he would be in a deep slumber once again. <br><br>Hours later he would wake in the grove again with the coals of his fire cooling and the leftover parts of the bear chared black with the earlier fire. He layed there for a long few moments, looking around and thinking of the events the night before. First the girl and then the goddess but his concentration was broken when he felt his stomach growl. His lips curled into a smile as he changed into the shape of a wolf and running off to hunt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 08:05:49</strong>
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				From her heavenly dwelling, she gazes down upon him every night, ever watchful. She couldn't help but find joy in him. And, while he might initially think what had happened to only be a dream, he'd soon notice a very evident change within him. He'd be stronger now, his senses all the more attuned. And every bit of his abilities would seem to magnify come nightfall. This surge of strength, of energy, would seem to heighten the closer it comes to the height of the full moon.&nbsp; <br><br>The night in which the moon is fullest, above, she comes to him again. She checked in curiosity to ensure he had indeed waited for her that night, wondering if he had disregarded her as a dream. If he did not, he'd soon see a woman stepping from the woods, her bare feet silent as they barely touch the ground. Her garments are clad in brilliant white, seeming to glow in this moonlight, her hair as vibrant white as her dress. She'd step before him in silence, stopping as her gaze falls on him. For a long moment, she seems only to watch him, and to see what he will do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>21-06-2010, 18:19:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Each night he returned to the same place, waiting for her and laying peacefully on the ground. Sometimes as a man, sometimes as a wolf, sometimes as something inbetween the two forms. He often brought fresh kills with him to help pass the time, partly to eat and partly as a gift to her, his true companion. His kind often brought their human mates food and protected them as the slept. He was no different. He was not a carpenter and could not build her a house, he was not an artist and could not paint her a portrait, he was not a merchant and could not bring her riches, but of all the things he wasnt it was obvious that he was a hunter and he could and would share his labor with her. <br><br>The night she returned he was in the form of a wolf with a freshly killed elk beneath him. He had already eaten much of it, leaving his muzzle and paws stained red with blood but he had also left much of it to share with her if she came back. He absently gnawed on a bone as she stepped from the woods and as soon as he smelled the presence of another he stood and his ears fell back in warning. He only watched in awe as she stepped from the woods and slowly his ears rose as he realized that his waiting was not in vain. In this form he could not speak but he walked toward her, letting his nose droop so he could smell her legs as he circled her. Once again her intoxicating smell brought him pleasure and he slowly walked back to his kill. Only stopping to nudge it toward her in offering. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>23-06-2010, 10:55:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She moves nearer to him as he sees her, a soft smile playing on her lips. She stands patiently as he moves around her, taking her in. She was amused by how, despite his human birth, he was so very much a wolf in this form. She moves toward his kill then, crouching low beside it. she obliges him by drawing up a piece of meat in her hand, gently tasting of it. She hardly seemed phased by the uncooked manner of it, finding it delectable. It was a gift from him, after all, and she took that to have great value to her.&nbsp; Her hand moves out, gently stroking the fur of his neck. "I am glad to see you again, my champion, and equally as glad to see you had not discredited me as a dream... I have missed your company." Her hand strokes softly down his side, tenderly caressing his fur.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 10:18:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He moved closer to her, nuzzling her shoulder with his muzzle for a moment before his form began to change. The black fur seemed to ungrow itself, his muscles, bones and sinew rearranged themselves till they took on a human form and finally he sat in the form of a human being rather then a wolf. His hand reached up to wipe away the blood on his lips and chin, and then wipe it off on the ground before he looked at her face again. "You may have as much as you like. I have only one trade to live by and I will always offer the fruits of my labor to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 10:41:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiles as she watches him change, admiring how his form rearranges and shifts. It might be grotesque to some, but she found it beautiful in its own way. She smiles to his offer, nodding some. She takes another savoring bite "such offerings please me. But it is not these gifts that I have come tonight to savor." This is said as her hand wanders up to his face, caressing it slowly.&nbsp; "Tell me... have you ever had a woman before? A proper mating?"&nbsp; She says this in a rather casual manner, her eyes never leaving him, even as she brushes her tongue along her fingers to lick them clean of that blood. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>24-06-2010, 13:37:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leaned into her hand again, smiling as he felt her hand slowly carress his cheek. It felt soothing to have her so near and so loving in those moments. Looking up into her eyes he shook his head side to side slowly "I have never had a woman. Many are far to scared to have me around for any time...and it seems no woman would bear the child of a werewolf. So I have had to deal with that lonliness and see to my carnal needs myself"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>10-07-2010, 07:38:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Such human women are fools to reject you so. Petty people so afraid of anything that is not themselves." Her gaze lingers on his form, as her hands caress him. She moves close, her features seeming to flicker and shift in the moonlight. "If I were not a selfish being, I might have even considered finding you a human woman worthy... would that have pleased you more?"&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes gaze over him silently, gauging his response to this. He was, after all, far more familiar with human women at some level, she was certain. Not to mention she would not be by his side at all times like a mortal companion could be. She was rather curious if he would see these things as faults or beneficial attributes in a mate.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>11-07-2010, 09:06:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He shook his head side to side as he looked up into her eyes. "No, I would not. Let my mate be a being who truly cares for me and will be there in the brightest and darkest times of my existance. That is the only woman I would consider taking as a mate."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>12-07-2010, 06:07:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She gazes over him as he says this, smiling to him. She was glad for such an answer. It was not one that suggested disatisfaction with her choosing him, nor did it sound like one who had taken such with a sense of perversion, shallowness, or ego. She smiles to him "know this. I may not always be able to be by your side... they days are yours alone, and my strength is not enough during certain phases to come to you... but know you are always mine, my chosen. You will never be left wanting. If you remain patient, I will forever return to you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>13-07-2010, 08:58:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He reached upwards, putting his hand on her cheek as he smiled warmly, yet also fell more into the palm of her hand as if trying to comfort them both. "All relationships need time spent together and time spent apart. When day comes I will sleep and hunt. When night falls and you are not there I shall stalk those spirits that break the balance between worlds...and those nights when you do come to be with me, I will do my best to welcome and provide for you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>18-07-2010, 20:39:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good."&nbsp; She leans in slowly, caressing his chest, as her eyes drift over his muscular form. "And know that your hunting, your fighting, will be all the more powerful now. Surely you have already begun to notice the effects of that night at the spring..."&nbsp; Her lips brush in against his neck as she speaks, remembering fondly his expression of pleasure as her tendrils had pleased and infused with him.&nbsp; "Your senses will be keener, especially under the night sky. Your strength doubled, your sense of control more fine tuned... these are mere samples of the gifts I desire to give you to aid you in your desire to protect the humans.&nbsp; Some day soon, after more of these visits, you will find no human weapon will be able to destroy you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>20-07-2010, 12:38:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He leaned in more, looking into her eyes and smiling warmly. "I have felt something new with my body and my supernatural powers. I had wondered if I was growing into my own power or if you had imbued something in my very being...thank you, it is a wonderful feeling to have that power coursing through my body. Before the chase of prey was the spice of life, but now to feel the thrill of the hunt and the power rushing through my body...it makes me feel alive."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>21-07-2010, 08:09:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It is a little of both," said as she'd move to lay in his arms, close against his form "It has awakened who you are, fully, given you a more awakened vision of your own body. But it has also enhanced in the areas where your own natural skills might be weaker. In time, you will be the most powerful of your kind ever in this world." She smiles as she speaks this, stroking his hip, her tone almost prideful for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>22-07-2010, 06:28:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Slowly and gently his arms moved around her back and he held her close, letting his nose fall into her hair. He could not help himself from kissing the top of her head while looking up at the sky. "Thank you, you give me much...perhaps more then I deserve." His hands patted her back softly while breathing in her scent again. "I do not care about power, I only wish to be with you. Like now."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>24-07-2010, 07:08:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She leans into his touch, her eyes falling closed as she savors the feel of his kiss, the subtle sensation of him inhaling her scent. It is a light, cool aroma almost resembling mint and moonflowers.&nbsp; "I give only as I see fit, as I judge people to be worth gaining. I know you do not seek power, and yet I know you to be responsible enough to handle such power. I know you will put it to good use. I would trust no other with this.&nbsp; I chose you to be my lover, yes... but also to be my champion." She leans in, brushing her lips against his neck. She lets them trail soft lines along his collar bone, along his neck, before whispering against the shell of his ear "but you are my lover, first and foremost... and always will be."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 09:12:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				To have her so close, and wth such deep understanding of his nature as well as acceptance of it calmed him. Deep in his heart he had a nibbling little doubt that she would be there forever and would eventually abandon him but times like this, when they met and just talked so close to eachother those doubts seemed to fade away. "I value these moments far more then any others, to have you here in my arms is to feel alive...is this feeling what humans refer to as the bliss of marriage or perhaps just love? I have felt neither but I know that being here and with you is like the most intense euphoria a man like me can experience. "
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MasterpieceLost</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 16:34:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I could not try to guess at comparing this experience to those felt by humans. I fear I am not so very attuned to their emotions. I do know, however, that I too enjoy our time like this. You are the most perfect mortal I have seen in many generations" She lifts her eyes to him then, her hand stroking his jaw. She moves in slowly to press her lips to his own, offering him a deep, passionate kiss that expresses far better what she attempted to speak of her feelings. Her lips part to his, her tongue brushing along the soft flesh of his lips before it would probe deeply into his mouth. She moves her hand down his neck in a soft caress, leaving behind a feint tingle of energy that would liven his senses.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Chosen of Luna (Brandon &amp; Masterpiecelost)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>15-08-2010, 11:11:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As their lips touched he leaned into the kiss, letting a pleased Mmmmmm sound echo form the depths of his voice. It was not the first time he had kissed a woman, though it had been so long that he had forgotten the pleased feeling of a simple passionate kiss. Yet soon she took the intitiative to probe his mouth, which parted easily, and carress his tongue. This was new to him and he welcomed it, letting his hands and arms hold her tighter as he enjoyed the sweet kiss. 
			</dd>
		</dl>
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