Little Red and Her Wolf (wolventears and Chreestafer)
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				Title: <strong>Little Red and Her Wolf (wolventears and Chreestafer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 20:22:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s91/hislipsonmine/118dd9c77b4e50c2f7000e903751457f_zpsznvic9yg.jpg) (http://s150.photobucket.com/user/hislipsonmine/media/118dd9c77b4e50c2f7000e903751457f_zpsznvic9yg.jpg.html)</div>Astrid pushed upon the door to the little cottage her grandmother had lived in within the woods. The door creaked, having not been oiled for awhile. She walked inside and pulled the red hood from atop her head, letting it bunch around her neck and slightly slide down her back. <br><br>It was a hooded cloak that her grandmother had given her, having made it with her own two hands. The woman had been very talented, in almost everything that she had done. But now, she wasn't going to be doing anything anymore. <br><br>The chairs at the table were knocked over, one even broken, it's legs in splinters on the floor. She had to close her eyes and take a deep breath. <em>I can do this,</em> she told herself. When she opened her eyes, they fell on the dark stain on the wood of the floor. There had been so much blood there, she and her mother had tried to clean it up as good as they could, but her mother just couldn't take it. <br><br>She had told her they'd go home. Astrid would make her some tea, then come back and take care of the rest of the cottage. Why grandmother thought it a good idea to live so far away from the village, she didn't know or understand. <br><br>She took her cloak off and hung it over the back of the a sofa that had been ripped into with claws by the wolf, the stuffing coming out and some of it littering the floor. As she walked to the kitchen to get a bucket of soapy water, she stopped and picked up a broken picture frame that had been knocked of the wall. It was a picture of her and her grandmother together, a little Astrid picking sunflowers from the garden. <br><br>She placed the picture on the counter and went to the sink to get her hot soapy water. When she filled the bucket, she went back to the stain and began scrubbing furiously, the water sloshing up on her white skirt, bubbles popping up on the black bodice she wore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Red and Her Wolf (wolventears and Chreestafer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 21:10:45</strong>
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				(http://th01.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/094/3/7/Anima___Ranger_guy_by_Wen_M.jpg)<br><br>(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-96uf5UivWic/UD4nB0tjKEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/FYEYzTyoz6o/s1600/bigstock-Young-Male-Underwear-Model--508130.jpg)<br><br><hr>His nostrils flared up as he heard the sounds of her footsteps.&nbsp; He couldn't smell her, which was the odd part, but the magic that radiated off that cloak gave away the reason why.&nbsp; <em>' A Witch!'</em> his mind screamed as he delicately slipped into the shadows of the bedroom.&nbsp; Her grandmothers house was a small cottage located deep into the woods.&nbsp; The high septon of the town warned others of the creatures that liked to feed on human and elves alike.&nbsp; Yet being one of the creatures himself he didn't fret on the words a single bit.&nbsp; His soft green eyes watched her shadowed figure move through the other room, he could smell the tears falling to the floor.&nbsp; His hands were locked on the bow, an arrow notched for reasons yet to be determined.&nbsp; He sank back more into the shadows when her cloak came off.&nbsp; That aroma, her smell, her essence filled his head, his eyes shifting as he felt his heart jump and his hands shake.&nbsp; His delusion caused him to nock over a small table in the darkness, a dire mistake.<br><br>Instantly he stopped, images of her cloth less body emptied from his head as he took aim at the doorway <em>'Don't come in here'</em>&nbsp; his mind screamed as he pulled the bow string back ready to fire if needed. The mission wasn't to draw blood, the mission was to find Rybal, the turn cloak.&nbsp; He was a more recent member to the pack, an idiot some might say.&nbsp; He always believed in superstition, and he feared the monsters we came to call friends.&nbsp; Yet Rybals worst fear was a certain spell, something he kept reciting about an evil demon rising to take helm of the wolves to claim the world.&nbsp; It was non sense, and rouge wolves needed to be dealt with.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>20-06-2014, 22:00:46</strong>
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				As she scrubbed the floor with anger at who had caused this, or what she could ask because of the claw marks and the ripped out throat of her grandmother that looked like it had been done by an animal of sorts, the very animal she had only ever heard stories about, the sound of something hitting the floor in her grandmother's bedroom caused her to freeze. She looked up towards the door, her green eyes unable to pierce through the darkness. <br><br>Slowly, she stood, the scrubber brush she had been using held in her hand as if it were a weapon. <br><br>Her grandmother's cottage was older but an old house creaked, it didn't thump and bang such as that noise had. "Is someone there?" she called out. She glanced around towards the kitchen and saw the knife block. She hurried to it and slid the butcher knife free. She held it up in front of her. "Show yourself. You are trespassing."
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				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 02:57:40</strong>
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				The twang of the string echoed from the darkness as all she saw was silver.&nbsp; The shinning tip of the silvered arrow sliced through the air with extreme delicacy that she felt the blade being knocked from her hand before she heard it even hit.&nbsp; The blade finally hit the floor wobbling back and forth as it dug into the blood stained wood.&nbsp; The arrows shaft had just finished shaking after sinking half way into the wall.&nbsp; He drew back the string notching another arrow as he slowly stepped from the shadows.&nbsp; His greenish blue eyes were stuck on her as he stood at the brink of the darkness,&nbsp; his bow was held downwards to not cause fear but he was pretty sure the arrow did the trick.<br><br>He sniffed the air taking in her scent once more as he looked her over.&nbsp; Young and beautiful, and also human.&nbsp; Shaking his head lightly he spoke with a deep and somewhat muffled voice to hide the fact that his inner wolf wanted out.&nbsp; "Who are you?" he asked bluntly ignoring her questions.&nbsp; "Why are you here at this witches house?"
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 04:43:38</strong>
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				Astrid gasped as an arrow came out of her grandmother's room and hit the knife in her hand, knocking it from her grip. The arrow lodges in the wall behind her. She looked at it, wide eyed than back at the door in time to see a man with a bow and another arrow notched. <br><br>As he walked towards her, she noticed him sniffing the air as his blue eyes, gorgeous blue eyes, looked over her. When he spoke, his deep timbre of a voice rolled over her like a caress. <br><br>"I-I am Gwen and this house belonged to my grandmother before she was murdered, therefore it is mine now. So, I ask you, why are you here in this house?" She let her eyes slide over him, taking him in, every glorious inch of him. Then what he had said sunk in.<br><br>"What do you mean by witch? My grandmother wasn't a witch." 
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				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 21:26:40</strong>
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				Her scent filled the room, it was intoxicating.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet there was more, past the scent of blood, past the scent of her hair and her sex moistening.&nbsp; It lingered as if it were taunting him.&nbsp; "Gwen, how old&nbsp; are you?" He said without looking at her.&nbsp; He felt no threatening vibes from her as she notice him lower the bow fully and place the arrow back down into the quiver on his back.&nbsp; He never made eye contact with her as he closed the gap between them squatting down at the blood.<br><br>Pointing to a small box off in the corner,&nbsp; it sat idle with a bronze latch left open, he spoke softly this time, his voice more human.&nbsp; "If you doubt me, your answers lie in there" once again he never looked her way, she was a distraction to him and he didn't understand why. Inside the box lay many a scroll on spells and potions, a few simple wards of protection,&nbsp; yet nothing that seemed dark enough to warrant her death. His eyes shifted upward to the backdoor that had been clawed off its hinges now held closed with lumber nailed throughout.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"He was searching for something" he muttered to himself.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>25-06-2014, 23:15:40</strong>
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				She raised a brow at his question. And he hadn't answered hers. "Um, I'm twenty-five years of age," she said as she watched him squat down by the blood stain. She looked to the box in the corner and saw that the latch hadn't been locked. It had always been locked whenever she was there for as long as she could remember. <br><br>She heard him mutter to himself as she walked to the small wooden chest-like box. She kneeled before it and lifted the lid. It was full of scrolls. She took out the first one and saw an ingredient list of sorts. As she read on, she saw a spell of sorts. A chant you said as you boiled the ingredients in the cauldron above the fire. She quickly rolled it back up and took out the next one. It was more of the same, but a different spell. There were like over twenty thinly rolled scrolls and when she pushed them to the side to see if there was anything else inside at the bottom, her finger slid over a hidden panel. It slid open, revealing a key. <br><br>She pulled the key out and looked at it. It wasn't a key to any house lock she had ever seen but she had seen a lock that she was sure it would slip into. She took the key to the wooden cabinet by the window. It was also always locked and the wood had scratches grooved into it. They were deep and long, as if someone had tried to get inside. <br><br>She put the key into the lock and turned it. She could hear the lock slide open and she pulled the doors back and away. Her eyes widened at what she found. There was a ton of bundles of dried plants and flowers, and even sealed bottles filled with some kind of liquid or another. She took out a small bottle filled with a red liquid and held it up to look at it. <br><br>The whole time, her mind was a whir. These looked to be potions and ingredients. Only one reason to have these kind of things. She looked back to the man. "Who are you?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Red and Her Wolf (wolventears and Chreestafer)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 00:12:53</strong>
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				As she looked back, she found he was inches from her form.&nbsp; His eyes had been on her, his nose taking in her smell once more.&nbsp; He was unable to shake her from his thoughts and a lust seemed to creep up into his spin as he was almost upon her.&nbsp; Yet as she turned he snapped out of it, his eyes flashing forwards to the vial of red liquid.&nbsp; Snatching it from her grasp he took a few steps from her and sniffed the bottle.&nbsp; A sour look slipped across his face as he knew the smell of the potion all to well.&nbsp; Still ignoring her original questions he continued.&nbsp; <br><br>"Wolves bane" he rubbed his nose as he looked like he just snorted a handful of pepper.&nbsp; "Its used to blind wolves of sorts from their senses, just enough for an easy escape, or a well planed execution"&nbsp; he shoved it back into her hand "get it away from me" he demanded as he pushed pass her looking through the rest of the cabinet.&nbsp; His voice was quick as he rattled off many different potions names "dead mans blood, good for killing a vampire, there is fairy calling, good for baiting them little bastards and capturing them," she saw him pocket that small vial.<br><br>His voice continued on as she heard a rustling outside.&nbsp; It was truly stupid of him, loosing himself in the confusion, truthfully he would've smelt their watcher, yet his nose still burnt like salt in a wound and his eyes still watered from the potion.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 00:25:52</strong>
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				She was slightly taken aback as he grabbed the vial out of her hand. A brow raised as he explained what it was, a pained look on his face. Then he shoved it back in her hand and began looking through the cabinet. He knew what many of the others were called and he even pocketed the one he said could call upon fairies. <br><br>She opened her mouth to speak, but then a rustling outside caught her ear. She stepped closer to him and grabbed his arm. It sounded like there was someone out there. Perhaps the one who had killed her grandmother had returned. <br><br>"There is someone outside, I think," she said as she got in real close, her breasts pressing against his bicep. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 16:54:05</strong>
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				"No not someone, but something,&nbsp; kill the fire in the hearth,&nbsp; and close the front door." She saw him quickly drawling another arrow to his bow.&nbsp; He sniffed the air, yet the wolvesbane still messed with him and his vision was still slightly blurred. <br><br>"Were you followed here? Did anyone see you leave town?"
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>27-06-2014, 17:21:52</strong>
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				She went to the front door and locked it before grabbing the bucket of water beside the hearth and dumping it upon the flames. Luckily, it had only been a small fire, so it was extinguished with very little smoke or smell. <br><br>She shook her head as she put dirt atop the ember to calm the smoke. "Not that I had noticed," she said in response to being followed. 
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				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 00:25:42</strong>
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				His nose still burnt, but the smells were all to familiar to him as they rung true in his head.&nbsp; "Orcs" He whispered as they heads the door that she closed rattle from the impact.&nbsp; His eyes shifted from the front door to the back door that had been covered up with lumber.&nbsp; "Someone wanted you truly dead, and all the evidence buried with it"&nbsp; He raced over to the hearth kicking the wet wood about "dammit, stupid! stupid! come on Nicholai think!" he growled as she heard the deep almost primitive growl come from him once more.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes shifted upwards to the thatch roof "Climb" he shouted as he held his hands to give her a foothold.&nbsp; "Climb to the roof and through the thatch, get to the edge of the roof and when I say go, you go, do you understand me human?"<br><br>He waited for her to listen before hoisting her with ease into the roof.&nbsp; As she pushed through the thatching he did take the time to look upward, his soft green eyes searching up her dress gaining a subtle peek as to what she had in store in her down stairs region.&nbsp; However the door shook violently as orcish shouts erupted and made him gain his senses.&nbsp; he pushed her up and through with ease as she heard the door break in.&nbsp; Then there was a wolfs growl from somewhere, the first orc in screamed in pain and agony as the wolf tore its throat out as the two bodies went rolling to the floor.&nbsp; AS he shifted from wolf back to human form, he pulled his long blade deflecting an arrow the whizzed past him.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes rolled as he counted the 5 orcs that entered the hut "GO NOW!" he shouted as she heard the clanking of blade against blade as it was 5 to 1.
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>29-06-2014, 16:34:30</strong>
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				The sound of someone ramming the door had her eyes widening. She could only stand there motionless, unsure of what to do but her thoughts of ways to get the hell out of there stopped as she heard the deep growl, and it was coming from him. <br><br>He shouted to her to climb as the door bulged inwards, but stayed closed for the moment. He helped her get up to the small hatch above them that lead to the roof. She looked down at him as he called her human. Why would he say that? He was human as well, wasn't he?<br><br>But, the banging on the door only got louder and the crack of wood she heard had her speeding up. As she looked up and forward, a growl met her ears. She looked down and fear filled her and saw a beautiful wolf, with sandy fur, almost a dirty blonde jump up, his jaws closing upon an orc's throat. Then within seconds, the wolf was no longer a wolf, but the man. <br><br>His shout got her back to moving however, and she pushed the hatch open and hoisted herself up and through. She made her way to the rear of the cottage, farthest away from the front and the orcs who had came through. She sat on the edge, her heart beating a mile a minute as she waited for the man, whom still hadn't told her who he was. Or what for that matter.
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				Post by: <strong>Chreestafer</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 07:54:42</strong>
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				She heard steal against steal as the roars of the orcs grew louder ad louder.&nbsp; A soft breeze blew past her, rustling her skirt and cloak signaling the beginnings of a storm.&nbsp; As the clanks of swords got louder she heard his deep growl of a voice echo from inside.&nbsp; "I SAID RUN WOMAN!"&nbsp; &nbsp;as she heard that however, a loud thud echoed behind her as one of the hideous creatures had made its way to the roof top.&nbsp; It had lust filled eyes as it licked its gnarled teeth and pointed at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;In broken common it spoke. "Stay there....harm...not...you will live...and be my pet"&nbsp; the orc began to walk towards her knowing she feared it, but at the same moment the mysterious male from before sent an arrow slinging through the air, embedding itself in the orcs shoulder. He shouted from the roof top "Jump, ill catch you!"
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				Post by: <strong>wolventears</strong> on <strong>04-07-2014, 08:22:35</strong>
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				As she watched the orc walking towards her with wide eyes, she heard the shout of the man. At his words, she didn't have a chance to be scared because a second orc made it to the roof. <br><br>Grabbing her skirt, she jumped. 
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