Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)
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				Title: <strong>Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 05:14:36</strong>
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				She had that dream again. The one about a warm daylight that turned into a rainy night. Being lost in a large wood, and crying for her parents, or for her dear friend. It was so dark, so cold and wet. The world was drenched in this downpour and it felt as if sadness itself had manifested into the rain. Normally she loved the rain, the freedom of what it was, how it made things grow. The sound of it against glass, and the crackling of fire in a hearth. Yet, when it rained like that? In her dream? In that darkness, it felt lonely, frightening. Like at any moment the world would open up and swallow her alive down into its depths. <br><br>She tripped and landed hard onto some gravel, it shredded her flesh, bruising her small hands and knees. She was always a child to, so small and tiny compared to the world around her. Wearing nearly nothing but the basics to cover her form. Bare footed, and her flesh painted with odd markings that never made sense to her. She swore she cried, but it was to wet and cold to felt the heat of her own tears. The burning in her eyes could have been from the sky falling into them for all she knew. She would scream, but thunder always stole her voice away from herself. She even howled like some lost animal, but it was lost in the rain. Stolen away like some invisible phantom. In the distance she saw a light. Something coming closer. The thunder was constant now, not leaving, after a moment she realized it wasn't actually thunder.&nbsp; It was the sound of hoofs on the wet ground. A large mass of horses coming her direction pulling something behind them. She was forced to move out of the way, or she would be trampled, she screamed when it happened. Throwing herself down into the mud in some embankment to keep herself from getting hurt. <br><br>Afraid, shaking, miserable and cold a light flooded the area around her, warmth from inside a large glowing box. She knew this was a carriage, but when she was young, it was foreign to her, a strange sort of object that was suspended off the ground by giant wheels. It was frightening. Others came from inside of it. Wrapping her in blankets and lifting her. She growled and snapped like an animal, struggled, but she was to tired to keep it up. To afraid to continue, and soon she was curled into a tight ball while someone touched her and spoke softly to her in words she never could understand.<br><br>The dream faded and fallowing it came the warmth of the sun peeking in through her curtain windows. Opening her green eyes she noticed&nbsp; that she was still cold despite being in her warm bed. Sitting up slowly a tussle of blond hair fell down over her shoulders. Yawning softly she rose and wondered over to the window. Peeking out from behind it, she could see her vast gardens with its high walls outside. The mist from the trees sticking to the flowers outside. Even if she lived in a large home inside the deeper part of the rich London city. She could still see the neighbors house in the distance, and also out further, her stables. Sighing softly she turned and started to head over to get dressed. Ringing for her own maid to help her dress. She was silent as she placed on her clothing. The maid blinking and finding her silence odd. Did you have another nightmare miss?” She asked softly. <br><br>“No, just a dream.” She said softly. The maid sighed softly as she laced up the young ladies bodice. <br><br>“A few of your friends have come by today, it seems there is going to be some entertainment in town today, they want to take you there. Your mother at first said you had studies, but I think your friends have a way of talking her out of it.” <br><br>Finally Phaedra smiled and nodded her head. Her hair being pulled up into a lovely bun covered with ringlets. A necklace around her neck, and gloves. She dressed in light pinks and blues. Gold trimmings. She looked as lovely as ever. Heading downstairs she reached the parlor her friends had been placed in and laughed when she saw them. Moving in and hugging the two lovely little ladies who waited for her. <br><br>“Fay fay!” One of them called out, giving her a cute little knick name. sighing a bit her friends told her of their plan. She was not all to excited since it would be around a lot of people, but the two girls had a habit of talking her into it. “Your mom mentioned your fiance coming by.” One said. That was all it took, the young woman had no interest in seeing him so she grabbed the two girls by their wrists and pulled them along. <br><br>“What are we waiting for, lets get out of here.” She said and hurried them outside. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img850.imageshack.us/img850/7899/umw1.jpg) (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/850/umw1.jpg/)<br><br>Uploaded with ImageShack.us (http://imageshack.us)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 12:51:37</strong>
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				She had belonged to a very special group of people, though in some cases it was better to call them a pack. A group of female humans and male wolves living together in the wilds, a sort of relic from ancient times when the two species were just starting to work with each other. All of them worshipped a goddess of the forest, depicted as a mighty white wolf standing several feet above any human, called Enure. She brought they good hunts and comforted them through the tough winters, and the group seemed to thrive when all the conditions should have wiped the group out. The oddest thing came from the human females, who always bore a human girl and a wolf male when they were pregnant. This was a gift from Enure, to always have a pair that was tightly bound to each other. They would grow up and stay with each other until both of them died, a strange connection that let them peer into each other’s emotions when they were close to each other. Enure blessed them every day, except for one fateful night that brought great troubles to the pack.<br><br>He did not have nightmares about that night, he thought about it constantly enough during the day. A child and her wolf are not supposed to be separated, but it was an incredible event of unfortunate luck that brought them apart. She had snuck off while the pack was sleeping, and he had been more than happy to continue sleeping while she moved away from his protection. Even as a young pup, he could have brought the whole pack sweeping in to rescue her. They were never supposed to be apart for long. When he felt the tug of her despair, he woke up immediately, and went with two older wolves to track her down. Unfortunately, by the time they got to the site of her abduction, she was long gone. There was very little that could be done, but the young wolf was determined not to let his partner vanish into the human lands. <br><br>He left after about a year, when his body had grown and he was a bit stronger than a useless pup. Abandoning the pack was difficult, but it had to be done. The missing girl had to be returned to her calling; that was the short and skinny of it. For years he followed her paths, using old scents and trails or blind intuition, carefully sticking to the forests to stay away from human settlements. There was good reason to be wary around these places, as the humans got more than a little nervous when a wolf came wandering near. His determination took him nearly across the entirety of the country, where he was stopped by a sprawling metropolis. Human architecture broke up the safety of the forest, and despair welled up again as he stared at the smokestacks and listened to the bustling city. He knew she was in there, somewhere, but he could not see any way of entering without getting himself killed. <br><br>He paced around the edges of the forest near the city for nearly a month before fortuned smiled on him. The goddess that brought the pack good tidings decided to pass another gift to him, to allow him to take on a human form of a young man so that he might find his partner. He looked to be about sixteen, with short and curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and a rough appearance to his skin. He was muscular for his age, and wore a white dress shirt, a tattered brown coat, torn up pants, a thick scarf, and a little cap to keep the sun out of his eyes and keep his head warm. There was a hauntingly powerful glare in his eyes, and his teeth were probably a little sharper than a regular human’s.<br>He immediately used the gift to slip into the city, hunting and searching for her, but making a living for himself while he went about. His appearance and lack of any obvious parents made him a street urchin, which gave him a crash course in how to behave in a human world when confronted with a number of young thugs. That was not the best experience of his life, but he had gotten wiser in the few months he had stalked about the city. <br><br>He became a flash street performer, somehow rousing the interest of the stray dogs that wandered the cobble streets into a beautiful, almost choreographed shows that appeared and disappeared quickly. “The Wolf Boy” made at least one show a day, though his choice of location was completely random. Today was an odd day, as somehow someone had gotten word of where he would set up shop. He’d become a bit infamous in the city, and there was quite the crowd as he came wandering out of the alleyways with six dogs of varying breeds strutting behind him. It sort of surprised him, but like every show, he threw his hat out into the center of the sidewalk near where he would be preforming for donations. The young man went right to work, and the people started to talk about “Wolfy’s” act. <br><br>Wolfy, that was a good enough name. He had a strange feeling about this performance, though, as he and the dogs jumped off each other and did flips in the air like they had been training their whole life for these shows. There was a tug from the audience… Could he be so lucky?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 23:00:13</strong>
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				“This is no place for a lady, I cannot believe you would bring us here.” Her two friends were indeed cousins to one another. One a lovely red headed female. The other of a darker nature. Likely having Spaniard heritage. The red heads name was Marla, while her cousins name was Cassandra. <br><br>“Oh hush Cassy, the only fun places to go are to the poor sides of the city, those with out wealth know how to find true entertainment while we rich bloods find out joy in stupid things like tea, and stitching.” She rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. The wild streak of her actions always made Phaedra smile. All of these people though? So many of them? It made her nervous, and she stuck close to the two ladies who seemed so much more confident then she was around this many people. On her own, she was indeed out going, but when she got around a massive group? She found herself often uncomfortable. The smell was getting to her as well. The thickness of human bodies that had not bathed, or had been drinking. She could sense it, and it was overwhelming. <br><br>“You should be ashamed of yourself bringing someone like Phaedra to a place such as this, you know as well as I do, that such a place is hard on her delicate senses.” Cassandra spoke, but the blond cleared her throat and pulled her hood further over her features.<br><br>“I-its ok, I would rather do this then sit around listening to my fiancé go on about how amazing he is, and how amazing our children will be and what a lovely dainty creature I am. He even wants me to stop playing music and horse riding. The idea of me hunting appalls him as well. Can you guys believe that?” She asked and Cassandra looked at her with a bit of a paled expression. Finding the idea of killing anything monstrous while her cousin just laughed. <br><br>“What a true man, holding his wife under his thumb.” Marla said with a giggle. Her long straight hair cascading down her back. She was the only one out of the three who did not hide her appearance. Not that they could. They had finer clothing, sweeter scents. Gloved lovely fingers and purses that made sound when they walked. As they got through the crowed and found a bit of a space to watch the show the girls suddenly froze. “Oh my, now that’s an interesting fellow, and just look at his dogs?” <br><br>Cassandra giggled and nodded, her sweet expression showing her excitement. “Indeed, he’s a bit scruffy though.” She said. “Don’t you think Phaedra?… Phaedra?” <br><br>The blond girl pushed foreword a bit more, a few people blinking and stepping aside. This boy? This person? Who was he? She blinked and felt something, a pull. Something inside of her reacting. She had never seen him before though, never met him. Yet everything about him was familiar. Everyone saw ratty clothing, a street urchin, but… he was beautiful. Captivating. It was like being able to breath. She took another step and blinked a bit in surprise as one of the girls gripped her arm. <br><br>“What are you doing, get back.” Cassandra whispered and pulled her back into the crowd once more. One of the dogs in his group pausing and sniffing the air looking her direction and whining softly. Her hood falling back to show her blond curls falling around her bun. She glanced back with her green eyes and frowned as she was pulled through the crowd. <br><br>Marla &amp; Cassandra<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img833.imageshack.us/img833/1080/18s4.jpg) (http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/833/18s4.jpg/)<br><br>Uploaded with ImageShack.us (http://imageshack.us)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 01:56:31</strong>
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				The young man almost stopped his act as his eyes locked onto her, and in an instant of seeing the golden curls on her head, he knew that it was her. It seemed that the moment she appeared, she was already being dragged back into the crowd. He cleared his throat and announced that he would need someone from the crowd to help him at that time, and gave a quick whistle to the four dogs that had been preforming with him. “These wonderful creatures will the ones picking the person for this next act!” He announced, though he already knew the person he wanted. He knelt down and whispered something to each mutt, letting them run through the feet of the people watching. <br><br>“My final trick of the evening is a very simple one,” He explained, “With the help of my valuable assistant, I will make myself disappear before your very eyes!” Some murmurs in the crowd questioning the idea of the tick, but no one outright yelling something about it. While he spoke, the dogs had caught her scent and came up in front of her friends, slipping between them and pushing the golden haired girl back out to the performance. Once she was beside the scrappy lad, he grinned widely at her, looking her square in the eyes. “Hello miss, I’m called Wolfy around here, mostly because of my friends,” The more he stared, the more he knew he had found her. She was dressed so oddly, quite clean and proper. It meant she had been found by rich humans, and that would make it difficult. <br><br>“The trick is very simple, all I need for you to do is stand with your back to the audience for just a moment,” He reached over and picked up his hat, holding it behind her head so that his lips would be concealed. He leaned in close to her so that his mouth was beside her ear, whispering, “Do you remember me, Mila?” He asked, before quietly making the sound of a wolf’s howl, trying to stir something up in her. A moment later, and the four dogs howled loudly as a distraction. In an instant, the boy and his raggity clothes were gone, even the hat had vanished. Before her stood a young wolf, who locked eyes with her for but a fraction of a second before darting away into a dark alley. The boy had indeed vanished, and with everyone’s attention on the howling dogs, they hadn’t seen where he had gone. <br><br>Applause broke out as the four dogs went back to being the usual strays, some enjoying snacks brought by grateful people for the amusing show, but one dog did not come back. Who was Mila, and who was the strange boy?<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 02:43:28</strong>
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				Phaedra blinked as the dogs appeared and pulled her back into the mix of things. She had thought herself insane for having lost herself in that moment, and yet again here she was before this young man and finding herself both captivated and lost. His eyes staring so intently back into her own eyes. It made her blush hotly and she lifted a hand to her cheek. <br><br>When he spoke she chuckled and inclined her head once more. “Please to meet you sir.” She said before she bit her lip and glanced out at her friends who giggled and pointed at her. She hated being around so many people, and with them all having their eyes on her was of course that much more distressing, and yet… in this moment… it was as if she didn’t even notice them. The others nothing but white noise compared to being next to him. It was odd, and made her mind turn with wonder. Who was this man? What a strange and comical name at the same time. She looked down at the dogs and lifting her skirts ever so lady like curtsied and smiled with a warm. “Please to meet you all as well.” <br><br>Turning around she blushed again to find him so close, her back to the crowed, her eyes off to the side. She felt her heart slamming in her chest. His words however only provoked confusion and her brows met as she slightly shifted her head to look at him. Mila? The name was familiar some how, oh but that couldn’t be possible. She had never known a Mila in her life. His howl though, suddenly made her eyes grow wide and her breath hitch. The dream she had that morning came flooding back to her, a lost child who howled in the night calling for… for something. What was it? She gasp and her thoughts scattered when a young dog was before her. Blinking down at it her eyes grew wide as she realized that this was not a dog… but rather a wolf. When he looked and then left her hand reached out as if to stop him. He was gone though. Having vanished and leaving her with that horrid feeling once again. She nearly wanted to cry and it was… well she thought herself insane! She brought her hands to the sides of her head and took some slow breaths. <br><br>Slowly the crowed started to disburse, tossing coins out onto the ground even though the boy was now gone. Her friends came running up to her but she was in a daze as they giggled and pulled her along. -Don’t go- She whispered out with her mind and despair filled her once more. <br><br>“Well, aren’t you the naughty little minx.” Marla said, but she was still in a daze, looking back all the while as if he would suddenly appear once again.<br><br>That day she was not herself. Zoned out in her own thoughts of what she had seen and who she had spoken to. Her friends made fun of her a bit, but after a while Cassandra grew very concerned. Sitting out in the gardens of her home she was sipping tea in the late afternoon. Her fiancé had gone home seeing she may not return and she was grateful for the time alone to ponder what had taken place. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 07:01:38</strong>
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				The coins would be collected later. The young man hadn’t wanted to leave, but he had to be sure about his suspicions before he could make the moves he wanted. He watched her from the shadows as she disappeared away with her friends, always looking back and trying to find him. The way she had reacted to his howl, the appearance of the wolf in front of her, it had done more than enough to convince him. Once they had gotten just out of sight, he changed back into the boy and went about his business for a bit. He had her scent, he was certain of who it had been, and now he could track her back to where she lived. <br><br>While she lounged in the garden, Wolfy was busy surveying the property. There were walls around the rather large estate and private guards at all the typical entrances. But this was quite an atypical trip he was going to take, and he found a tree that would be nearby enough for his needs. He scaled it like a young boy would and hid up in the thick foliage, waiting a few hours before becoming his usual form. Dogs didn’t usually go up trees, but then again, he wasn’t the usual sort of mutt. <br><br>When sunset began to fall and people were a little too tired to look up, he took his chance. He ran out on a longer branch and made a large leap, the front half of his body clearing the top of the brick wall, and his hind legs scratching at the stone for a moment. He had made a minor misjudgment of the distance, but a little scrambling got him over before anyone noticed. His body toppled down into the brush, where he once again laid low, watching and sniffing the air. She was close, but he didn’t want to risk making much more noise; he could tell she was not entirely alone in the garden. To be so close and so far… This was just the start of a whole new challenge. <br><br>He had found her, but now he had to bring her back!<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 22:12:50</strong>
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				Sipping her tea and lost in her own thoughts the young woman couldn’t chase away those eyes of his from her mind. The way he whispered to her, and that name. it all felt so strange, and so familiar. She was so young when she had been lost that the memories of her life before being with the current family were gone. Not many could remember being 2 after all. A young child, something so small. Her earliest memories of being a child were always with the family she lived with now. The rich home, with its lovely trinkets and its loving family.<br><br>She was loved, and cherished, spoiled and well cared for. Looked after and only thing asked was to do her best. The marriage arranged for her future would be a good one. She would have to give up a few things, or just hide them very well. In the end she more or less would make him see the true side of her nature and except it. She knew it would be hard, and he would likely wish to hate her instead of blessing her freedom, but she would marry him if needed. It was odd. This feeling, knowing her own future and finding it to be one she would not treasure. <br><br>Sighing again she rose slowly and started to walk her garden. Leaving her tea cup behind on the table set up just for her by the servants. Here in his quiet place she watched the world go from being a bit brighter and cast into the orange glow of the setting sun. She glanced in the direction of the stables and smirked as she slowly removed a the thicker layer of her dress. Something that would have mortified her mother… and often did. She curled and set it on a bush before heading to the stable in her peticoats and under bodice. It still hid her body of course, but she didn’t want to get horse hair onto the finer silks. Walking in the stable boy saw her and shook his head before handing her the brush for her to use on the horse and looked at her again. “Same place? Should I take it up to the house? And your not going to go riding around in the forest in your knickers again are you?” <br><br>“No.” She said with a giggle and moved passed him. He glanced back and blushed hotly watching her walk before rolling his eyes and moving out of the stable. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 04:51:19</strong>
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				The wolf perked his ears up as she began to move. The property was actually large enough to host some riding areas, it seemed, as his partner went into the stable. The wolf kept low and moved slowly through the brush to get a closer eye on the girl. He had to duck into the shadows as the stable boy came out, and waited a bit longer before poking his head around the corner. She looked pretty wonderful without all those crazy dress covers that seemed to be popular around there. He kept his eye on her while she brushed off the horse, though the other animal probably started to act a little nervous with a wolf looking in at them.<br><br>Just to be a bit of a mischievous mutt, he snapped his teeth at the horse, causing it to whinny nervously. There was a laughter behind her as the wolf became a boy, hands in his pockets as his feet kicked at the hay below his bare feet. “Skittish thing, ain’t he?” He said, leaning against the wall of the stable and looking at her like nothing was wrong. Well, the fact that he was there should have given her a great number of questions. How did a street urchin manage to get in the estate? Why was he there? Perhaps more importantly, where had he gone earlier? He just leaned against the wall like nothing was wrong, looking around the place a bit. <br><br>“Not bad,” He said, “I prefer where we were born, of course.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 05:02:21</strong>
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				Phaedra was getting a decent sweat going as she brushed over the large animal. Humming softly to herself she was no longer thinking about the boy at the strange show, or the things he said. This motion, running the brush along the strong body was distracting and it gave her mind peace. A sort of silence she was trying to gain just by sitting and drinking tea. Her hands already covered in dust. When the horse gave a nervous stomp and then made a sound she blinked and brushed the back of her hand along her brow. “Shhh, shhh, its alright.” She cooed to the anima.<br><br>Realizing she was not alone however she herself yelped and turned sharply to see the boy just standing there. Her eyes wide as she recognized him. Instantly she froze, but a moment later as he spoke she growled and suddenly threw the brush at him before ducking under the horse and standing on the other side to hide her otherwise showing form. She had on a petticoat, her underwear, stockings and bodice, all pink and white ribbons. She blushed hotly. <br><br>“How did you get in here! I demand you leave!” She was more embarrassed then curious of course. It was startling even for her to find herself standing before as stranger. Of course the stable boy was no better, but at least she had known him for a long time and knew that her coverings mostly hide everything. It was just less heavy. Yet, in front of a stranger? Well it was just… just… unlady like. To be honest, she just looked startled and rather pathetic really. “This is unsightly, please go.” Her tone softer this time, though held no less a demand then before. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 05:13:24</strong>
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				“I’ve seen you in less!” He said, ducking under the toss of the brush with a bit of a chuckle. “Granted, we were just little pups, nothing quite so… Alluring to look at.” Again, he laughed, and hopped up on to the edge of the stall door so he could still see her. “I suppose this is a side of me that you hadn’t ever seen. I just got it as a gift… Let’s see now…” He seemed to be in thought for a moment, before a sudden wide grin came over his lips. “Mila, are you up for a bit of a wager?” He asked, continuing before she could actually tell him yes or no. He gave her a toothy smile as he walked forward more, one foot in front of the other as he expertly balanced his dirty body. <br><br>“I’ll race you,” He said, leaning over to look out into the field a bit, “Edge of the forest over there sound good?” He put his hands down in front of his body, now moving more like a prowling animal on all fours than a regular boy. “You go ahead and ride your little horse if you want. I’ll stay on my own feet. You win? I’ll disappear and you won’t ever have to worry about me again. I win, and you follow me into that forest for a bit so we can talk.” He stuck a dirty palm out to her, covered in a tattered glove, “What do you say?” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 05:46:19</strong>
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				She gasp at his words about seeing her in less and scrunched up her nose. “Why you little…” She was going to call him a pervert. His words though of saying when they were little made her brows meet again. The lovely young woman with a doll like gave appeared so very confused. When he leapt up and started to move her eyes grew wide. She ducked a bit lower wondering if he was trying to look at more of her, yet he seemed more intent on talking to her then anything. She could usually tell others had plans for her. A scent on them showing desire. This person wasn’t really thinking of the primal urges, at least not currently. He seemed more intent on just… talking to her. <br><br>She licked her lips when he challenged her to a race and she blushed a bit and grew shy once more. Her fingers fidgeting a bit before she turned her face down, curls falling across her features. “I-I-I don’t know… I mean…” She blinked at him a few more times and grinned a bit as he grinned down at her.<br><br>“You are… such a peculiar young man you know that?”&nbsp; She giggled again and came around. Her arms across over herself and though she appeared still uncertain, like a rabbit ready to run her head lulled to the side and she grinned at him shyly.&nbsp; “My name is not Mila stop calling me that, it is unsettling…” She seemed to think about it for a moment, bringing a finger to her chin and humming softly. Her horse seemed to stamp and blink back at her before looking at the boy. She smirked at him and inclined her head finally.<br><br>“Alright, a race then, but, would it be ok if I at least got on something… a bit more.. Um… appropriate?” She asked softly. Then started to move before pausing. Then again if she went up to the house as she was currently things would likely not go well and she wouldn’t be bale to get back out. “On second thought let us race.” She went over and grabbed reins and a bit for the horse. Putting it on the beast with out a saddle. She pulled herself up onto it and looked him over. “Can you open the gate for us at least? And stop grinning like that, I feel like I am about to be eaten by a wolf or something… as far as I know you have a bunch of bandits outside of this property ready to snatch me up and hold me for ransom against my family.” <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 06:02:02</strong>
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				He hopped off the ledge and worked over to the gate, hopping up on it as it swung open and continuing to give her that toothy grin. “I assure you that I am working alone at the time; our pack is far behind us,” He said, making a motion for her to trot out when she felt like it. “Just go ahead and get started. Don’t you dare wait up, I’m quite fast for a simple boy!” He chuckled again and gave her a moment to get going, though a moment after she glanced back, she would not be able to see the dirty teen standing by the stable. <br><br>There was a dark shape moving quickly down the path towards her, a casual sprint for the wolf that now ran beside the horse a few feet away. The dog was panting with his tongue hanging out as he ran, only giving her the briefest of glimpses. He almost laughed if he could, the grey form darting forward after a moment more. She would have to have her horse give it all if she wanted to win the race. The prize wasn’t even in his mind at this point, as the sleek form went at a great speed along the open field. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 06:15:27</strong>
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				Looking back and seeing no one she found herself confused again. Turning her attention, the wolf at her side made her eyes narrow. Was this the same wolf? The one she had seen earlier that day? The boy gone, and a wolf in his place? Well this was just madness. She kicked her horse into a faster pace. Not wanting it to notice the threatening creature at its side. At the same time though she had to wonder where was the boy?&nbsp; Where was his large toothy grin that seemed to mock and invite her closer at the same time. <br><br>“I think that counts as cheating…” She whispered under her breath. She did not realize that this was the same being, and yet something inside of her told her faster. The pull inside of her body screamed for it. So she kicked the horse into a faster pace. His muscles flexing, legs extending. Form of powerful beauty pushing. The movement was freedom, a dream like state that she often lost herself in. no longer thinking of winning so much as keeping up. She did too, kept up and lifted herself a bit off of the beast to help urge it along. It sleek form moving, its nostrils flaring. This was freedom in its purest forms. <br><br>“Faster” She urged the animal and tossing its main it did just that. Kicking itself harder into a run and its hoof beats echoing through the forest as the human and animals pushed through it with a quickness. The movement causing her hair to fall free behind her and she laughed out as her hair whipped madly in the wind. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 06:35:41</strong>
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				In response to her laughter, the wolf let out a pleased howl, raising his head up and catching the wind as the two ran more as a pair than as competitors. He kept alongside her for a while, but if she had the victory of the race in mind, he had to make sure that he would win. He needed time with her, and he had come too far to lose the chance to speak with her. His form tensed and he got a little higher off the ground, his wolf body becoming a blur as it ran, gradually pulling away from her horse even at its fastest gallop. This was not a regular wolf, no wolf should have been that fast. <br><br>He passed through the tree line first, gradually slowing down in the less dense portion of the forest. A few meters in and he simply rolled onto his back, showing his belly and panting loudly. It had been a long time since he had just let himself go and have fun with a run, but he was exhausted. He waited for her to come nearer before rolling back over and looking at her, mouth hanging open and tongue sticking all the way out, flushed with his heated blood. He seemed pleased, and stood up after the horse had been tied up to a tree, walking slowly into the woods until he found a clearing that seemed secure enough. <br><br>Hopping up onto a stump, the wolf transformed into the boy before her eyes. Clothes replaced vanishing fur, the wolf snout changing slowly into the boyish grin, sitting up on his rear instead of on his four paws. The tail was gone, of course, but the boy had the cheeky, shit eating smile of someone who got their birthday present early. <br><br>“That was fun!” He said, still panting from the race, “Oof! I know I’ll be sore tonight… Give me a minute to catch my breath.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 06:54:05</strong>
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				A hand moved over her mouth to stifle the scream that crept up her chest. It was an effort to keep herself&nbsp; from crying out in shock when he changed his form. So… this boy was indeed the wolf? How odd indeed. She had heard fables and tails about humans who could change into animals. But there was always a limit, or story to go with it. Nothing like this. He spoke so openly and acted so odd. Excited even. <br><br>She looked at him and one had to admit it was startling. She shivered and something in her mind seemed to scream at her. This was not as odd as it seemed was it? It felt right didn’t it? Like she knew him, this pull she got just being near him. A freedom. Then she frowned. “I… I am sorry.” She said as she suddenly turned. Afraid of the sensations moving through her. It was frightening and though he had wanted to speak and yes he had won the change before her was to much for her mind to handle. <br><br>It was all overwhelming and just accepting it for raw basic everyday life was… well clearly absurd! She felt her eyes burning from wanting to cry, she was frightened. But worse? Under that? She was ashamed of that fear. Like she had no true reason to be afraid other then it was bred into her at this point. This was not common, this was not ordinary! This was foreign, he was… a monster. Her breeding from her life among humans told her this and so she headed back the direction to the house. She was slower on her feet then he would be on his own. If he wanted to catch her to speak he had better get moving, otherwise he would have to wait for another chance. Give her time to settle and let it sink in. He had a choice. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 21:07:10</strong>
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				He jumped off the stump and went back into his wolf form, slipping around in front of her and rearing up on his hind legs to plant his paws on her stomach. He could have actually stood taller than her in this form, a young and healthy wolf, staring at her directly and deeply into her eyes. Quiet whimpers came from his muzzle as he pushed her back lightly, pacing around her for a bit before settling down and sitting. His tail thumped at the ground and cleared it of brush, so that there was a clear and less-dirty space for her to settle down on. <br><br>His eyes seemed to command her to sit, to give up on worrying about how dirty she might get or how strange this all was. He wanted her to lean on him, to bring up old memories that she left long ago. His eyes were pleading, familiar and foreign at the same time. He was deeply concerned that maybe his partner had forgotten everything, and that she would just see this as strange. But he hoped that the action would speak louder than anything he could possibly say. He could fill in the gaps if he needed, but what he desired now was to feel her body against his fur, like how they would rest after long days of play when they were young.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 01:10:16</strong>
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				Those green eyes of hers grew wide and she paused, looking straight ahead with weight against her stomach. Just, making her still. The feeling should have caused her to cry out, to do anything. It was like back at the market place that morning. When he had stood so close. Everything else became white noise, the world faded, and when her green eyes lowered to look back into his own wolf eyes she felt her brows meet and she frowned. Her own eyes burning. She wanted to cry, but had no reason to. She was scared, but not of him so much as the emotions he evoked. This was just to odd. When he pushed off and sat down, she watched him clear a spot for her with his tail and shook her head in confusion. She didn’t… understand. <br><br>No, that was lie. She did understand. It was just difficult to accept. Swallowing it all down was amazing. She was shaking, and looking down at her hands slowly she lowered to the ground and looked at the animal. She wasn’t going to reach out and touch him yet. Her hands resting in her lap. Looking at him. “Ok, I wont run. I am sorry…” She whispered before reaching out and placing her hand between his ears. His fur was so soft. She looked up into his eyes. “What are you?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>15-07-2013, 04:07:27</strong>
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				He made a pleased little sound and leaned his head into her hands, still watching her as he panted lightly to cool off. He had been hoping that he wouldn’t need to shift again, but he had learned a fun little trick from the elders before he left. It was said that the partner could always understand their wolf, and the pack could understand each other even though they were using different tongues. He gave her a long look before ‘speaking,’ though to anyone else it would just sound like he was making quiet noises. To her, it would be just like hearing the boyish voice coming from the wolf. <br><br>“I’m a wolf from our pack…” He said softly, “We lived in the woods with twenty others, ten women and ten wolves. We worshipped our goddess and had incredible hunts each night, working as a wonderful team. When you were taken from us, we were barely three years old… I was still a pup. You had been spooked by the thunderstorm and ran from the cave while we slept against each other. I still don’t know how you got away, exactly…” He shook his head, pausing before he continued. “We’re always born in pairs, a wolf and a girl, and we’re tied very strongly to each other. You felt the pull when we first met, didn’t you?” He leaned forward more. <br><br>“I’ve spent all these years trying to find you. Please, please try to remember… Curl up beside me, like you always used to… I won’t hurt you, you have nothing to fear with me…” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 03:54:56</strong>
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				Closing her eyes as he pressed into her touch. She felt his voice in her mind, tracing like silken covered fingers along her nerves and making the hairs on her arms stand on end. Inside of her mind she could see it, this tribe of many who consisted of wolves and woman. A goddess. Something pure, and white, large predatory eyes that looked on with both wisdom and stillness. She felt it, smelt the air, the strange way the sunlight would trace along his own fur. <br><br>His words made her finally lift her eyes and look at him. Did she feel that pull? When she thought about it, looked back on it. In that moment one of her friends made a comment of his looks. Saying something about it, and she felt it was wrong. To herself? She thought he was beautiful. Even now in this form he was amazingly beautiful. Breathless, she felt such a strange powerful yearning and she found herself nearly afraid to admit it. It… just was not proper. Shaking her head she looked away from him. “No.” She said suddenly. It was a lie, and an obvious one. <br><br>When he requested for her to lay back against himself. The female found herself doing it with out even fighting him. She rested against him and closed her eyes. The dirt would stick to her white clothing, her long blond curls falling over his fur. She could feel him panting and breathing under herself. Hearing his heart. Something about it was soothing, and she had memories of the scent of his fur and the way it felt. The woman didn’t relax per say, but she found an odd sort of strange comfort. “I should get back.” She whispered softly, sounding sleepy. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 09:58:22</strong>
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				The wolf gave her a look—of course she had felt the pull, she had been breathless as the dogs had rounded her up and brought her to him. He didn’t say anything though, feeling her settle against his large body again, his chest rising and falling quickly as he was panting. He had a strong, healthy heartbeat, and turned his head to rest it down on his paws, keeping from curling up and burying his nose against her stomach, since she still seemed to be warming up to this whole thing. They remained in this resting pose for a while, with him picking his head up if he thought he heard anything worrying. The stable boy might have seen the direction she took off in, so the wolf was ready to disappear if other humans came out hunting for her. <br><br>He turned his head and lightly licked at her cheek as she spoke, looking pleased. “Or would you rather take a nap against your partner?” He suggested. She didn’t seem terribly interested in pushing herself off of him and riding back at that moment. “As you can imagine, I can’t exactly come back with you…” He put his head down on his front paws again, yawning himself after thinking about his suggestion to her, “But I think I’ll stick around this forest. Now that I found you, I’m not going to be heading home until you’re ready…” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 03:49:01</strong>
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				The female chuckled. “You sound so certain I would return. I come from a good family, and I am to be wed to a well known man. I have all the means I could need. There is no reason for me to run off with some wolf into the darkness and folds of the forest.” She told him. It was as if she were trying to convince herself of such a thing being a silly thought. In a sense it really was. Another reason though? She was being honest. She was comfortable. Sure, her current position was one of her parents choosing, but she had nothing to complain about.<br><br>“I have horses, and a home, I have comfort, a bed, wonderful meals. I am allowed to ride, sing, hunt, and even dance.” She was not wrong, but being around so many made her skittish. “I also have a possible chance to inherit my fathers estate and his lands. Granted much of it would likely go to my husband, but once he has had his fill of me and I provide him children then I may return to my lands and do as I please.” She yawned again and then slowly sat up. Her curls falling over her shoulders as her green eyes looked back at the beast. <br><br>“I should return back.” she told him. The whites of her clothing had dinged in some places from sitting on the ground and riding. “I need to get back and bath, I smell of sweat.” She told him in a softer tone and slowly rose. “What is your name? surely it not something as silly as wolfy.” She said arching a brow down at him. Dusting herself off she brought her fingers to her mouth and let out a loud whistle. Her horse coming back after a moment and pausing when seeing her and the wolf. She chuckled and clicked her tongue at the large beast. It snorted and inclined its head, then wondered closer to her. The female shifted next to the horse and lifted herself up onto it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 06:00:07</strong>
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				“But is it where you belong? Or in other words, are you happy?” He posed the question to her, which he hoped would be quite deep cutting. He was quiet for a while and hopped up on his legs as she climbed upon her horse, looking up at her to give one last thought to her. “I saw the expression as you ran your stallion over the fields. You are not a girl who wants to be cooped up in an estate, no matter how lush it might be.” He hoped he had at least planted seeds into her mind, sitting down at the edge of the forest to watch her leave. “Esrel,” He said in answer to her question, “But you can call me Wolfy if you wish.” <br><br>A short while into the night, he slipped further into the forest and found a clearing he could use as a reference, with a large tree and cavernous roots to climb under and hide in for the night. Before he did that, the wolf conducted what was expected of his kind, and especially of his tribe. He began to howl, calling to the great Mother that hung over his head, not just making noise but singing. An old song, one he had always been familiar with… There were no words, but deep meaning behind the tones, something that could not be put into the human language. <br><br>His ears perked up as a wolf far, far away repeated the song, as they were apt to do. The message may even get back to his pack, so that they may know of his success. There wouldn’t be other wolves showing up of course, this was his mission. Besides, the song had been more for her than anything. He could only do so much to try and help her remember, to keep her interested, to try and bring her back… He spent the rest of the night hunting as best he could; a solo wolf was not always a very effective hunter, but the game in this area seemed to be dumb from living near humans so much. He returned to sleep under the tree with a full belly, rolling about during the night as he thought of the human. <br><br>The next morning, he approached the edge of the forest and settled in, resting as a wolf for a moment. In the brush and the thick trees, he would have been hard for anyone to see, but she didn’t exactly need to ‘see’ him to know he was there, if she would be so interested. He wondered what he might have to do as a human to get her attention more—his raggity appearance would never be found on an estate like this, even the farm hand was cleaned up a little. Would he need to pretend to be of noble wealth? He had collected a lot of human coin through his travels, so he thought he might be able to pull it off with a little bit more planning. However, she was already engaged… But a little socializing without her running to the woods would probably be a good thing. <br><br>His eyes narrowed as he scanned the field, searching for her. He wasn’t going to return to the pack without her—if he failed, he would become a wandering wolf… Or worse, get trapped by humans sent to chase him away from the property. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>21-07-2013, 23:45:20</strong>
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				<br>Was she happy? It was an odd question. She wanted to say yes she was, but after a moment of thinking about it, she had to actually explore that question. Being content was not necessary the same as being happy.&nbsp; When he said his name there was something strange that moved through her. The breeze picked up as well and tugged along with her hair. Those blonde curls tugging and moving along her own features. Closing her eyes she felt more movements through her and then she inclined her head. “It was a pleasure to see you… but I do not believe that it would be wise… to see you again.” She turned her horse and left. <br><br>Later once she was home and bathing, she returned to her room. Opening the doors she watched the moon in the sky and then blinked when she heard a howl. Those eyes of hers narrowing. This… was a song. She suddenly gasp. How did she know that?! It startled her and she stepped back. At one point she was going to have to realize the truth, but this was only the beginning, just the first day. It would take time to change the last 14 years or so. <br><br>Sitting down she started to brush through her hair, her maid coming in to help her braid it back before setting up her bed. The woman crawled into it and fell asleep. She dreamt about hunting, it was amazing. Thrilling, free. <br><br>When she woke up she felt a strange. Alive, as if she were on fire. It was amazing. As she got up and moved about the house, dressed and ready once more she was in very high spirits. That only lasted so long. When she made it downstairs she found her mother waiting for her and pulled her into another room where her fiancé was waiting. He was a good looking man, not young, but not old either. He was well off and clean shaven, but also a bit more old fashioned. When he came up to her he kissed her hand and told her he had missed her the day before. <br><br>Her mother insisted she spend the day with him and as he had wanted they went to the gardens that day to walk them. She had her escort with her so that nothing happened between them. Even if he was to be her husband, she was not allowed to act on anything primal. That was fine with herself really. The posh man was actually rather full of himself. Handsome yes, and well known in the court. It was boring. <br><br>He spoke of their future, his plans, the ideas of what he was going to do with his families estates and stuff she had stopped listening to for some time. Sitting down on a bench she asked to have a moments rest and he agreed before walking off to speak to someone else he recognized. <br><br>Finally alone she sighed heavily and pulled her fan out and started to fan herself. Those eyes of hers closing slowly and the heat with all of these layers was heavy and she was not a fan. Her escort sat down next to her and fell asleep. Leaving the girl basically alone for the time being. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 04:16:47</strong>
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				The wolf began to move as soon as she emerged from the house. Sticking to thick brush and shadows, he stalked forward slowly until he was nearly behind the two. The snoring was all he needed to hear, making a little crying sound to get her attention. When she turned, she would see the body, but he was much cleaner looking than before. No dust on the cheeks, less ragged clothes, a regular looking individual who could have very well worked there. <br><br>“I believe you were quite mistaken last night, thinking we would not see each other again,” He started, still sitting in the brush so he was not immediately visible. “Who’s this lot?” He asked, sniffing the air, “He reeks of poor taste and no understanding of who you are. Must be your fiancé.” A stupid grin came to his lips and a little laugh escaped him. <br><br>“Ditch the poor sod, come on!” He said, “The forest is so much cooler than being out here, and I’m normally in a fur coat, remember?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 04:45:31</strong>
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				<br>Gasping she jumped and turned to look at the wolf boy she had seen the day before. Her eyes narrowed and her voice coming out a harsh whisper so she would not wake her escort. “What are you doing here?!” Her fiancé a few yards away talking to some others had yet to even look her direction. She licked her lips and looked over at the other man in the distance before turning back to the wolf who looked rather devilish on this day. She paused to glance him over. Really, very fetching. <br><br>“I-I can’t” She told him with a bit of worry to her voice. She was not alone of course, but her fiancé was distracted, and her escort was sleeping. The idea of getting into a cooler place was more appealing then sitting around with someone she really did not enjoy spending time with. Finally she licked her lips and slowly rose before coming over to the bushes. Her eyes watching between both her fiancé and sleeping escort before she snuck right into the brush with him. “Your trying to get me into trouble! Do you know what my family would do to you if they found you on these grounds.” Though he did look rather similar to a servant who would have worked the grounds. She had to give him credit. Licking her lips she looked at him then away. <br><br>“I said good by to you last night, that meant you where supposed to leave me alone from then on, why are you back?” She could feel it though, the relief that washed through her being this close to him. Seeing his lovely face once more. She blushed hotly and avoided his gaze as best she could. Trying to be a lady about the entire thing. It was just unbecoming the mess she was appearing to get herself into with this boy.&nbsp; “Phaedra?” She heard someone calling her name and ducked lower. Putting her hand over his own mouth she nearly pressed against him and glanced between the brush and leafs. Her escort had woken and the woman was looking around for her. <br><br>“Bloody hell.” She whispered again and then blinked turning her head slowly and looking right into the young mans eyes. She jumped back landing on her rump and gasp softly. “You need to get out of here?!” She said in a harsh whisper trying to get him to leave. Not wishing him to get into any trouble. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>22-07-2013, 06:00:53</strong>
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				He had nothing but an incredible grin on his lips as she got close to him, laughing quietly as she seemed to be put into quite a panic. “Oh come now. This is quite a lot of fun in my opinion. Your fiancé couldn’t catch me if he tried anyway…” There was light red in his cheeks as they were so close, and he gently pulled on her arm, getting low to the ground and pushing slowly through the bushes with her. It would have been so much easier without the dress, but once they got to the back side, they could move without worrying about it getting in the way of things. While people were busy looking where they had been, he was already leading her into the light trees near the edge of the forest, where the shade was plentiful and cooling. <br><br>He sat down in the grass and looked down the hill at the people rushing about, laughing out loud now that they were well out of ear shot. “Oh don’t tell me this isn’t entertaining to you,” He said, looking at her, motioning with his hands. “It’s not like you would come up this way—no doubt they think you’re hiding somewhere in the manor to get away from everyone…” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>23-07-2013, 03:48:44</strong>
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				<br>Those green eyes lifted to look up at the display of others looking for her. She saw the exasperated expression on her fiance face and chuckled next to him. Her hand coming up to cup her own bright smile. "Ok, your right... it is a bit funny." She glanced at him again and then quickly looked away. She found herself very attracted to him and it made her heart skip a bit. "You... look rather dashing today. What made you go from rags to clean anyways?" She asked and then pulled her knees to her chest. The dress covering herself, but he could see the tips of her shoes poking out of the bottoms of her skirts. She smelt lovely, like sunflowers and honey. She had on a pair of pearl earrings. <br><br>"So, Wolfy... what are you up to today anyway? Besides being my personal stalker?" She nudged him softly and sighed. The shade did wonders. The sweat was starting to get to her, and she pulled out her fan, but then removed her gloves and set them on her lap before she started to fan her face. Some of her lovely blonde curls moving about her features. Slowly she glanced at him and then blushed looking away and fanning herself even more. "Thank you I suppose. I was actually bored sitting there watching him socialize. he is really not that bad of a man... but in the long run I am really not certain we are suited for one another. Then again, that may be just me. I am not really attracted to anyone when it comes down to it. Not that I have the freedom to pick who that is supposed to be." She said shrugging her shoulders. <br><br>"You know... my friends who came over yesterday, they are having tea later and invited me... would... you want to go?" She asked him a bit shyly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>23-07-2013, 04:14:22</strong>
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				Away from the sight of other people, things seemed to lighten up a little bit. “Oh, like I didn’t just rescue you from a situation you hated,” He said, keeping his eyes on her rather than on the scenery, “Oh, I went hunting last night, sang a little bit, and then slept like a baby under a big oak tree. Then I came right along and waited at the ridge for your appearance, and made my way down.” He shrugged and laughed a little bit, watching the small figures of different workers and servants running about the field, hunting for her. <br><br>“You do realize you can sneak out of here really easily,” He started to say, “We just got passed three people without anyone even noticing…” He put a thumb over his shoulder, “The wall in the back is falling apart a bit, there’s a large tree that’s easy to climb.” <br><br>When she brought up her friends, he smiled a little bit. “I decided to dress up just in case that was what you were into—if my old and dirty form was a little revolting to you.” He shrugged a little, then continued talking, “If you think it’s a good idea, I’ll be happy to come along with you. I’m curious to see how you’re going to diffuse that, though.” He pointed towards the running people, suppressing laughter again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>23-07-2013, 04:47:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Indeed. The place seemed so startled that she had walked off in such a way. Well if anything, she could sneak back into the house and tell them she fled to get away from the heat. After all, the sun was heavy and she felt weighed down with all the layers she wore. What she would give to be out in her undergarments like the day before. At least it was cooler though it was unlady like. Looking over at him she watched him as he spoke of hunting, and singing, also sleeping. It made her smile sweetly at him and incline her head a bit as she got a visual of his wolf form doing all of those things. She remembered how startled she had been when she heard his cry the night before. Suddenly knowing it was him. She remembered dreaming about hunting as well. Not the common hunting she usually did either when she actually got to. The more animal like sort, with the forest foilage under her feet and the thrill of chasing something down and capturing it. When he tried not to laugh she found herself just smiling at him. <br><br>Phaedra snorted another laugh. "Well, I can actually see what you look like under the dirt." She said reaching over and tugging on his hair. "I had better head back and get this fixed." She slowly rose and dusted herself off. Holding her gloves in one hand and smirked. Then looked down at him. "We can meet again though, and you can join me for tea later." She leaned down and suddenly kissed his cheek. She lingered there for a moment and the spark that rushed through her was startling. She stood up and placed her bare hand over her mouth. <br><br>Her expression rather awed before she took a few steps back. "Um, I..." She turned slowly. "I will see you then." She said as she started to walk away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 02:36:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her soft lips hovered on his cheek again, and it caused a tiny, wonderful shock to go through his system. He looked a little dumbfounded for a moment, and just as she started to walk away, he quickly stood up and took hold of her hand. He pulled her forward, and without really thinking, his lips went over hers as his arms slid around her back. He had only seen this action done recently as he walked through the city, but it seemed to be a very significant thing that two lovers did with each other. Old and young alike had held each other and kissed, and he couldn’t stop himself. <br><br>While he may have been a little forward, the little spark that came from kissing on the cheek felt incredibly amplified. It almost sucked the air out of him, and his mind went blank for a moment. This was a real reuniting, not just meeting up but reconnecting so closely. His fingers started to close tightly around the fabric on her back, as though he were worried that she might be stolen away from him again. The kiss, amateur as it was, was not bad for someone who had spent most of his life as a dog.<br><br>His face was red as his face pulled back, realizing that he should have had done something a little less dramatic. His eyes went wide and he started to let go of her, though the words of apology couldn’t form on his lips. He wasn’t entirely sorry, he was feeling spectacular from it…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 04:05:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It was not her first kiss, but it felt like how ones first kiss should have been. Like waking up for the first time to the perfect morning. Or taking a breath of air when being under water for to long. No, it was better then that. It was perfect. She gasp when he pulled her closer and she felt his lips touch her own. The way he held her so tightly and the softness of his mouth. Her entire form felt as if it would suddenly start burning as her being sang at the top of its lungs. The scent of him, he smelt like fur and forest, wonderful and amazing. Free. <br><br>Her hands gripped the front of his clothing, dropping the gloves between them. The way his gripped her back made her whimper in surprise, and yet her eyes remained closed and she didn’t dare to pull herself away from him. What was this feeling? This amazing stirring all over her body. She felt as if she would suddenly shatter into thousands of tiny shards and love every moment of it. Gasping she started to part her lips to deep the kiss, but just as she did the male started to let her go. She licked her lips and looked back into his own wolf like eyes drunkenly. Her own green orbs glazed and her lips parted as she panted softly. Curls dancing around her pretty face as she searched his own expression and then returned to his golden eyes. She took a step back from him and seemed to gather herself for a moment more before she chuckled a bit. “That… was… A bit foreword.” She said to him softly. Her cheeks turning a brighter red then before. <br><br>Looking back at his face again suddenly she shivered and this time, returned to him once more. Wrapping her arms around him tightly and pulling him against herself. Her breasts spilling a bit over her top at the tightness of this moment. She parted her own lips to deepen the kiss and her entire form seemed to catch fire. One hand moving up his back to grip his hair and she lulled her head a bit to the side. The kiss filled with passion and a strange need that she had never experienced before. It was wild, and if she could she would have likely howled right then and there. <br><br>Just like that she was gone, she pulled away from him and unlike him muttered a soft sorry as she started away. Her gloves left on the ground behind her as she gathered her skirts and moved through the trees and brush. Casting a glance back he could see her bright smile as she called back. “Don’t forget our date.” she told him and the tone to her voice one that demanded he be there. <br><br>When making it back to the house she snuck inside and headed to one of the cooler rooms. Sitting down her neck and brow glistening with sweat as she panted heavily. Her fan once more in her hands she waved it at herself and then blinked when a servant came into the room. “There you are miss! The house is tearing itself apart looking for you. Where did you run off too?” The servant asked and the young woman giggled softly. <br><br>“I have been here the entire time, escaping that ungodly heat outside. I do not wish to have company anymore, please see to it that my fiancé finds himself escorted out of here. Tell him his lady has taken leave due to the heat and requires time to rest.” The maid inclined her head and turned to do just that. Meanwhile Phaedra brought her paled fingers to her lips and smiled staring off at nothing. Her paled green eyes content and even sparked with a strange magic called enchantment. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 05:16:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had been so sure that she was going to push him away and run, so he was very surprised when she did the opposite of that and pushed herself into him. Another kiss ran through his mind and he closed his eyes, holding her again as she moved in. He felt a small moan build up in his body as she tilted her head, making the kiss deeper and teasing him with experience he had not yet had. Her hand came up to hold the back of his head, and all he could manage was to grasp her around the back a little tighter. Her chest pressed against him, he could feel her body nearly bursting out to meet his own, but the two somehow held onto their minds and didn’t go any further in the hot sun. <br><br>When it ended, he was acutely aware that he had fallen back into a sitting position on the grass, his wonderful golden eyes staring at her with a mouth slightly open. “Yes… I’ll come ‘round the front like a person is supposed to…” He managed to say, watching her the entire time he could manage. He was left on the shadowed hillside to reflect on that moment, and realized that he was not going to let her get away from him like that, if they ever kissed again. He was addicted, he wanted more from her, and wished she could have stayed with him on the hillside for just a little longer. A long sigh escaped his lips as he turned back into a wolf, disappearing into the forest to come around the outer side of the wall, spending a long time near a stream to clean up his appearance as much as he could. <br><br>The boy sighed and began to walk around near the front part of the property, outside the gate. Either she would come running out to take him in, or the group of them would move to get tea together in a shop somewhere. He started to become aware of the fact he had no idea how to behave as a “proper” person, and that would certainly be a problem if they were brought inside. There were going to be expectations and behaviors he just didn’t know…And that brought panic to his mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 02:38:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>It was early afternoon when she came outside. Changed into something a bit less heavy on her form. It was simple in its design and she had been naughty not to wear the thicker petticoats and undergarments that were required usually. It wasn’t anything to do with him so much as less fabric to haul around in such weather. A carriage had been pulled around the front and she smirked pausing before glancing around. Her maid by her side she leaned over and whispered to the woman something that made her eyes narrow and she nodded before moving over to one of the coachmen and distracting them. She bit her lip and looked for him before she climbed inside and then opened the door opposite facing away from the house. <br><br>It was as if she were expecting him to show and rested with the curtains closed so no one would see the way she had snuck around in a way to gain his presents. She had offered for him to come a long, but for the way things worked in these lands it was just indecent for her to allow a man in the carriage with her besides her family, or her fiancé who had gone home. She wore her hair up in a bun, with curls falling around her features once more. Gloveless and holding a small purse with her coin inside she waited. <br><br>Her friends had invited her to their estate and she was excited for some reason for him to join the three of them. She knew that Marla and Cassandra would indeed be both impressed by the fact that she had taken the company of another man, as well as sneaking him around. It was unlike her to do such things. Well, Marla would likely be impressed, as for the other? She would likely be more shocked and worried. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 04:50:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He slipped into the carriage with her as soon as she made the rapid motions with her hands, stifling his laughter as best he could. After all, she was supposed to be travelling alone, he couldn’t make any noise that might alert the driver to his presence. What he could do, though, was run his hands over her chin and cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and staring amusingly at her hair. It was up in such a strange shape, why? But he kept himself silent for the time, fighting back the urge to try and sneak on another kiss with her. That would have made things loud, if they really wanted to keep feeling the surging energy between them. <br><br>A though occurred to him during the ride. Both of the friends had seen him preforming during the show a few days ago. They would probably recognize him, even though he was much cleaner. However, he was already on the ride there… Perhaps he could come up with some kind of lie. That he spent his time on the streets to entertain himself? Mila certainly seemed to enjoy doing unladylike things, maybe her friends would understand the ‘urge to do something different.’ That sounded good in his head, at least, but whether or not they would buy it was an entirely different matter. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 06:00:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>His touch made her brow arch and she smiled at him before lulling at the side. Those lovely bright eyes looking at the bottom of the carriage. The touch he gave to her made her giggle a bit and shy away coyly before looking at him once more. She could see the want in his own eyes, and perhaps it was a reflection of her own. She leaned over and whispered to him softly, placing a hand on his chest and pressing her cheek to his as she spoke warmly. <br><br>"Are you certain you can do this? It is not the same as when you entertain others on the streets." She leaned back and smiled at him with her lovely eyes brightly blinking at him. What was this damned feeling? This energy she felt just being around him. The woman found herself wanting to touch him, play with his hair. Listen to him laugh again and nuzzle him with affection she shared with no other. <br><br>She smirked and placed her hands into her lap and glanced outside the window and pulled the curtain aside to watch what place they happened to be. They had a good distance still left to go, leaving the two alone in this carriage. She found herself strangely nervous around him. Anxious in the most amazing way. She felt new, and it was such a strange and wonderful feeling. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 04:35:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				One would be forgiven for thinking the pair to be young lovers, given how they were acting with each other in the carriage. He planted his hands in his lap as he whispered a quick response to her. “I only just understood your street behaviors,” He said, “I’m afraid I don’t know a thing about behaving around your class…” He might as well be honest. There wouldn’t be any sense in playing it off, “Though, you realize that you were with two other people that day. Are they the same people we’re meeting now? They’ll remember my act… Maybe I can get away with not knowing your customs if they remember me as a street urchin.” <br><br>When she looked away, he sat quietly and well behaved for a few eternal seconds before rustling his hands over her again. He couldn’t help himself, he just had to feel her. He was experiencing the same burning that she was feeling, but knowing who she was and where she belonged, the burning was so much stronger. He had to make her come back with him; at this point, he didn’t think he could be separated from her again. A decade-and-more separation was being repaired, and the two were experiencing the joys of being reunited… Even if she didn’t completely believe him, or understand what was going on. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>26-07-2013, 05:00:46</strong>
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				<br>Smirking at his words, she did have to agree. These friends had seen him before, and so she offered for that reason. He could be himself... well... mostly himself. She was about to say something when she felt his touch again. It moved over her and she gasp out before jumping back a little startled. Looking into his eyes she blinked at him for a few moments before turning bright red. "Stop." She giggled a bit and shifted away from him once more. Not hating it, but liking it a bit to much. It was odd, and she felt strange being this close to him. <br><br>"Your going to get me into trouble" Of course with the coachmen outside with the wind and the clopping of course hoofs the sounds she made were pretty mild. She suddenly reached out and started to tickle him to see if it would get a reaction out of him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>27-07-2013, 04:39:26</strong>
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				He had to laugh a little, how could he resist? A stifled laugh though. Even with the noise outside, he would be in deep trouble if they were discovered doing this together. “Oh, so I must stop but you’re allowed to do as you please!” He hissed, retaliating a little roughly perhaps, going for her sides. He was determined to win whatever battle this was that she wanted with him, and who was to say how long it would last? A sudden thought came to his mind about how he would exit the coach without the driver being alerted, and he grasped her hands while interlacing his fingers with hers to make them both stop. He was grinning like an idiot, even as he turned his head to the window to peek a glance at their surroundings. <br><br>If he could, he would exit as a wolf and meet her there, but there seemed to be people all around. A large beast like him would hardly be subtle. Perhaps he would wait on it, though. His hands pulled her closer to him, keeping their hands tight together as the last bits of laughter came to his lips. Now he was simply smiling at the closeness, reunited with the Lost One after so many years of sorrowful singing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>29-07-2013, 02:43:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Those green eyes of hers danced at the sound of his laughter and the words he spoke. Soon her own soft giggles joined in and she blinked again as he held both his and her own hands at bay. Lulling her head to the side she looked deeply back into his own beautiful eyes. The way he blushed and looked at her made her heart thrum so hard she thought it would try to escape from her very chest. Pound its way out to find a freedom or breath. Those eyes of hers finally looked away at the boldness. The way he looked at her was so captivating. It made her insides flutter and she bit her lip before shifting away a bit. Cheeks growing hot she licked her lips a bit and then dared to look back at his face once again. <br><br>“Tell me more of these people you come from, I may not be willing to believe your story whole heartedly, but, I am willing to listen to your story.” She spoke in a hushed tone, but he could hear her well enough. They still had a little bit of time before arriving at her friends own home. As for him sneaking out, she hadn’t thought that far into it. Though sneaking out the other side once they stopped she didn’t worry to much over it. The male had proven himself silent when needed. His movements so odd, and interesting. He was graceful and yet, easily excited as well. <br><br>Finally she got her own hands free, she rested them in her lap and sat up a bit to listen intently to the things he had to say. Pale cheeks still lightly flushed from their moments play. She felt that desire still inside of her, but chose to ignore it.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 04:25:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Where <em>we</em> come from,” He corrected. He was still very surprised that she showed skepticism after everything that they had been experiencing, but he decided to not say anything more on the matter. “Well… The wolves and the humans hunt together, sort of like how I’ve seen dogs work with their owners in the city. We can dart over terrain much faster than any human, but a human is very good at setting up traps…” Her fingers slipped from his, and he had to stick his hands between his knees to keep from touching her again. She wasn’t quite in the mood for it at the moment. “So the women set up a hunting zone first. Big semicircle, manned even points around it, spears… Traps are put around where they fit, and the women are the last line to stop the prey. Wolves chase our prey into the kill zone, and either the traps get them, the women get them, or we get them…” A particularly wicked grin came up to his lips as he thought back on the hunt. “There is nothing like charging around with the pack like that… Escorting our prey to their doom without them realizing it.”<br><br>His head tilted up as he started thinking about what else there was to say, some inspiring story of a hunt or of her past. “To be honest, it was difficult for me to grow up without you by my side. It’s kinda… A thing, that the pairs born together stay together, so I kind of became the Omega of the pack because of you being taken from us. I was too young and too weak to try pursuing you…” He looked forlorn, staring off at the curtain of the cart. “By the time the storm cleared and we realized what had happened, you were long gone. The storm had washed away any trace of you to track… So I just grew up as the runt and the pup without his partner…” He looked at her, smiling again, “No matter what you might say, what you might try telling yourself, I know it’s you…” <br><br>A laugh came to him suddenly, “But I can’t exactly picture you wielding a spear, ready for a deer to run into you. You turned out so… Formal looking.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 20:06:29</strong>
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				<br>What a strange odd sort of world, the idea filling her mind with such a detail it was nearly real. As he spoke of these hunts she envisioned the very essence to what he meant. Eyes slipping to half mass as she stared at nothing. Mind all ablaze with colors, and scents. Yips and crispness. The sounds of frightened foot falls. Those sounds fallowed by confident aura’s of something fellow and very well bonded with.&nbsp; <br><br>When he changed the subject back to that of her going missing her eyes narrowed. A flash in her memory of rain, and thunder, horrid loneness as she went missing in the forests and thick mists. It was so cold, and wet. She glanced at him again, her eyes a bit more clear now. Licking her lips she laced her fingers tighter around one another and found herself a bit afraid. “That, was just a dream.” She whispered to herself thoughtfully. It wasn’t real… Then again. As those green orbs traveled back over to her current companion looking back at her. A boy who could change forms was far fetched as well. She had seen it with her own eyes though, a few times. The change he made and how it seemed to work with his clothing too. She would morph from one being into another. Glancing away from him she thought of the kiss they had shared just a few hours ago. Not so much the feeling emotionally. More or less the taste and texture. It was different then kissing someone else. <br><br>She would feel him restraining from touching her and it was rather cute. “I do not thing a spear is something I would be very good with. I can however shoot a musket. My mother finds it appalling a woman being able to handle arms. My father on the other hand gets entertainment out of watching me. I do some mild hunting. I am a pretty good shot on the back of my horse. Though it has been some time since him and I have gone out. Since my engagement he has been fallowing my moms lead on refining me. He often tells me I was a rather wild child.” She grinned and shifted in her seat a bit in a proud way. “I can swim too.” Something like that for the life style she lived, a female who could shoot, or ride, let alone swim was just unheard of. It was boyish and unattractive. Seems though she actually shared more into her past then she even realized. Looking back at him she leaned over and opened the window a touch before sitting back. “We are nearly there. Just wait in the carriage for a moment when we stop. They will open the door but will not step inside.” The carriage started to slow and she smiled at him. “just slip out on the other side and make your way around. The girls will be surprised to see you.” She said with a giggle. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>04-08-2013, 15:06:10</strong>
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				“Ah, but there is such a primal pleasure to be found in a physical connection… Not just pointing a gun and pulling a trigger, but getting your hands directly into the body that you are hunting while it still tries to hold onto life…” He gave a sharp grin, showing off his teeth. Undoubtedly, they had seen some entertaining hunts in their use. He leaned back a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wonder if you could convince him that I was some hunting dog you had discovered, so we could go for a little hunt. Something to stir you up… And a convenient excuse for me to hang around in your room rather than you sneaking into the woods to see me…” <br><br>He sat up as the carriage slowed down and halted, and as she instructed, he slipped around the other entrance of the cart quietly, mingling with the crowd for a moment while making his approach towards the tea spot. He ran his hands through his hair and remembered that he had cleaned everything up for today, and looked like a regular old boy rather than a scruffy mutt that they would remember him as. He decided that his excuse for the difference in appears was the invitation from the darling lady, and that he used the money he made with his show to buy the new clothes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>04-08-2013, 20:45:32</strong>
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				<br>“I doubt he would believe you a dog. He has seen a wolf before, and I recognized you were not a dog either. Skinny or not.“ She teased him suddenly and gave a sly grin back. The way he spoke always caused her mind to trigger. Making her imagine the very things he spoke of. She had felt things die in her hands before, but it never brought a thrill, the hunt did. The dying part? Only made her a sad. That was likely due to her bonding with her horses or some of the small house pets. Being raised as a human had imbedded these things into her. She was actually a very gentle sort of girl, even if she was sneaky at times. <br><br>Thinking of her friends though made her smile. Their reaction was bound to be entertaining. When they pulled to a stop and he got out, she stepped out on the other side. No one seemed to take notice of the boy and the girl. Meeting with her friends down in a busier section was not something she often looked foreword too. Yet, for some reason today she was excited. Well, not for just some reason. She was excited to share the news about the boy named Esrel. The woman had a thrill around him, and she wondered idly if Marla would comment or not. Cassandra was the sort who pushed being more proper, but Marla held that same excitement and curiousness that often got the three of them into trouble. <br><br>The tea house they would go into would only allow the rich and their servants. When she made it to the door she was let him and explained that the boy was actually her cousin, he was going to be her escort on this day. When walking inside she avoided the other two escorts who came with her two friends and found her friends inside of a private tea room. It was large opened space with windows showing the gardens outback. Wind making its way into the room. The young woman stepped inside and both friends rose to greet her, both suddenly pausing as they spotted the young man with her. “Oh…” Cassandra said before blinking. Her head inclining slightly before she cupped her hands in front of herself. “Hello, and who might you be?” She inquired softly. Not recognizing the boy from the day before. However, the red headed Marla’s own eyes narrowed and the corner of her mouth tugging as she looked the young man over. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>05-08-2013, 03:11:57</strong>
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				He kept just a few paces as an escort should, but he didn’t really act like one. He moved rather lazily and calmly, not giving much mind to the other people around him, certainly not being attentive to take care of any unwanted attention. Also, instead of hanging around with the other escorts, he simply walked forward and joined the group in the room, bowing rather extravagantly in front of them. “Oh come now,” He said to Cassandra, “I preformed for you not that long ago! Does my appearance deceive you that much?” He grinned. He would wait for her to piece it together; there was no fun in giving her an answer directly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 14:30:08</strong>
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				<br>Suddenly Cassandra paled and blinked at him, she lifted a hand and pointed and the look on her face was one of shock. She stuttered over her words, a repeat of a few words. "You're, You are, you're"<br><br>"Looking rather smashing." Marla said stepping in front of her cousin who seemed to be at a loss for words. The redhead reached out and took his hand before giving a subtle curtsy. Her eyes lifting to look at his face in a rather flirty way. "Who knew a commoner would clean up so nicely." Arching a brow she only glanced over at Phaedra before returning her attention back to him. Clearly attracted. <br><br>As for Phaedra she felt a twinge of jealousy run through her. Marla was the one who always got a mans attention. It wasn't so much her looks, as it was the way she looked at a person. Those eyes of hers intense, her mouth curved in a demure way. The red head dripped with mischievous intentions and it was no surprise she would look at this boy in such a way. "Who knew you would be such a rebellious young lady and bring a commoner with you into the house. I am certain your parents would be mortified." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>10-08-2013, 05:41:41</strong>
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				“Thank you,” He said to Marla, bowing a little as their hands came in contact. “Ah, but I’m not entirely who I first appeared to be…” He said, making a motion in Phaedra’s direction, “I am Esrel, her escort, I do various jobs in the forest on her property—keeping rabble out and making sure that carnivorous pests are kept away. You probably haven’t seen me because I spend most of my days out there, tracking down what I can. My father is distantly related to her family,” So not entirely a commoner, but not elevated to her status much either, even if there was a supposed relation. He was careful not to say what portion of her family he was ‘related’ to, no sense in making up a bigger lie than he could handle. <br><br>Perhaps to Marla’s dismay and Phaedra’s amusement, Esrel barely gave the flirty girl any mind. His kind smile didn’t falter as his eyes turned away from her, a small sigh escaping his lips as they all had a seat. “Sometimes I slip out and mingle with the villagers for amusement… It is not always entertaining in the woods, I’ll tell you that much. Plus, I have a strange knack for dogs and everyone seems amused by my trick so… Why not make a little something for myself?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 20:13:08</strong>
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				<br>Marla arched a brow. It was a clever comment, she doubted it was true. The female at her side appeared to surprised to see him, her expression to captivated. She did not say anything however. Why not let the kids have their lovely little secrets. Cassandra seemed relieved however and sighed heavily before fanning herself. "That is good, at least now we can not worry about his class having any influence." The comment of course out of line, but she knew no better. Given her own class, it was just bred into her to see the poor was something less then human. She was kind, just naive. <br><br>Licking her own lips Phaedra moved to a place to sit and offered him a place as well. This only cased Cassandra to pale again as Marla glared at her. "Oh hush, he is our guest and though our escort is waiting outside, he can join us, your such a twit." She sighed and sat down. The three girls in their places offering him his fourth. It was a bit awkward for the moment. Clearing her throat Phaedra decided to open the conversation about her meeting with her fiance. Needless to say? It was... a rather boring conversation. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>24-08-2013, 04:06:59</strong>
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				Conversation was… Less than entertaining, but the wolf wasn’t here for the talk. He chimed in now and again when he felt he could contribute something, but a mischievous side was more interesting in messing around with his “escort.” His hand would slide from his leg to hers now and again, and his foot would curl itself around her ankle, just to try and distract her from the conversation and see if he could make her give a start. He tried to behave, but… Did humans always have these dull of discussions? He masked his boredom well, keeping a pleasant smile as he sampled the tea and snacks that were brought to their table. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>25-08-2013, 19:53:40</strong>
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				<br>His touch’s and food play would distract her, she would smile or try to ignore it. Yet inside of her body she fluttered, felt hot. The corset she wore seemed so tight, and her heart slammed loud enough she was certain the other girls could hear it. Yet no one said a thing or made a sound. Now and again her hand would slip under to grip his and try to urge it away. She would cast him a quick look, but he could likely smell it on her. Desire. Something in his touch, in the way he smiled at her, sent chills down her spine. Suddenly one of the girls said something that caused her to look back at them confused.<br><br>“Pardon?”&nbsp; Phaedra’s eyes narrowed and Marla grinned at her again, leaning over the table. The young woman knew she heard her, and from the look on Cassandra’s face she found herself thrilled suddenly. <br><br>“I said we should sneak out of here and go down to the lake in the woods and go swimming.” Marla stated again. Quick as possible Cassandra piped in. <br><br>“I cannot swim, and a proper lady never lets herself do such a thing. We were not raised as fish.” Marla smirked at Phaedra. <br><br>“I can swim, what about you Fey?” The cute little knick name causing the blond female to smile brightly. They both already knew the answer to that. If the proper young woman who was shy in public could ride and hunt, she could also swim. Such things in this world so unheard of amongst the noble lines. It was indeed very improper. All the more reason it was appealing. <br><br>“I wont go.” Cassandra said suddenly. “Not with this man with us. It is not, no, no I wont do it.” She said and Marla rolled her eyes. <br><br>“You have to. You do not have a choice, if you leave with out us you will tattle on us and the only way to keep you quiet is to bring you along. If the ship sinks we all go down.” Marla told her and Cassandra gave a pleading look to the blond across from her. However, she was soon defeated. It seems their minds had been made up. So, with that all three girls stood up and cast a look around before gathering their things and worked on sneaking out. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 03:39:58</strong>
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				The focus turned to Marla as she suggested a swim, a small smile creeping up on his lips. “Swimming is as natural as walking,” He suggested, “Or perhaps you simply haven’t experienced the fun of it. I’d be happy to teach you.” He looked at them and then stood up to block the view of them leaving, following them not long after they all left. A rather sneaky exit, to say the least, and there was excitement in his steps. He would be able to see quite a bit if they bathed how he was hoping, unless Fey put some kind of restriction on his participation in this little game. That would be rather annoying to say the least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>24-09-2013, 01:47:07</strong>
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				<br>Marla seemed eager to do things no one should do. The maiden was always getting herself into trouble, and her cousin Cassandra often had to come along for the ride, much to her own dismay. Either way, they ventured out, and snuck away from their escorts, the wolf boy joining them as they went and ventured far out of the busy part of the city. Having to walk caused Cassandra to grow tired very quickly, and she complained the entire way as they went. Her cousin ignoring her as usual and Phaedra fallowing behind them with the boy at her side. She would cast him looks and blush softly before finally leaning in and whispering to him. “Thank you for coming, I am certain it is not as much fun as your used to. I do appreciate the company however.” She gave him a coy grin and looked away.<br><br>As they finally made it to the cities edge and the line of the forest Marla (much to Cassandra’s dismay once more) Started to run and whoop like a child. Phaedra laughing took his hand and pulled him along as well. The darker Spanish girl sighing heavily and groaning before she started to trot after them like some pouting toddler. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>29-09-2013, 05:07:43</strong>
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				“We should do this ourselves,” He suggested to her, flashing a toothy grin, “Then you can see me have real fun. Two legs are so boring for darting between the trees…” <br><br>To continue his human persona, as soon as they reached the edge of the forest, Esrel whooped and cried up into the air like a wolf on the hunt. There was one nice advantage to wearing the human skin, though—his hands. He let them stretch out as high as he could and made a strong jump, actually swinging off a solid oak branch that stuck out at just the right height. He was quite impressed that the ladies could make it through the forest in such frumpy outfits. He looked good, but at least he didn’t have a big hanging dress on his body that could get torn up. <br><br>In no time at all, it seemed, they were at a small lake. He knew of the spot sort of well because he had stopped there to rest on his travels. He stood at the edge of the bank, turned to the three ladies, and cocked his eyebrow with a little grin. Without any sort of care for the customs of the human world, he stripped down to his boxers and jumped into the lake with a big splash, bubbles coming up to the surface as he swam around under the water. His head broke up from the surface a few paces away, a delighted grin over his wet face after he spit out some lake water.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 06:28:12</strong>
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				<br>Chuckling and watching him, those bright green eyes appeared rather amused. Watching him as he tumbled along in the forest with all of them. The young man who appeared so care free tugged and rolled in her heart. She was trying her best not to focus to much on him. Yet, even in her dress and in the fine silks she bore, she was surefooted and graceful. The forest and woods only seemed to feel more and more natural to her then the houses or cobble stone streets did. They always had, but, lately? More precisely it had felt that way since this young wolf showed up. Of course by this point, having seen him change and feeling him close to her, she knew the things he said had to be true. Even knowing it though, it was hard to swallow and imagine. Hard to change what she currently had going on in her life. <br><br>Whooping and howling, he startled the other girls, but Marla, and Pheadra seemed to truly enjoy it. They wanted to be free, to have fun, to be bold and wonder. Cassandra, was for the most part frowning and miserable. When they reached the waters, and Esral started to strip she squeaked and looked away bashfully. Clearly shocked and nervous. Marla didn’t seem to notice or care. Her mind to busy wondering on getting into the water. She felt sweat trickling down her neck and chest and the coolness looked the most enticing. <br><br>Pheadra however, couldn’t’ take her eyes off of him. Watching as if the world slowed him remove his coverings. The shape of his form, and the curve of his back. The was built like an animal would be. Lean, and fit. Healthy, but not overbearing. A wolf, trapped in a young mans body. She felt her heart slamming and her cheeks flush, and yet stared up until the point the dove into the water. When he surfaced again she finally smiled and wondered over to Cassandra. “Untie me.” She said and the other gasp in shock. “come now, don’t be a nitty, and untie me.” Pheadra said again and Cassandra sighed. <br><br>“I am not a nit.” She whispered in a defeated tone before she helped the blond remove her dress and get down to her barest under garments. Marla had at least left on the slip, but Pheadra was left in little more then a pair of cute panties that laced up the sides and looked like boy shorts, and the silken shear top that went under her bodice. Showing her stomach, and thighs, covering the basic body parts, and only seeming to gain more confidence as she was in so little now. “I am not getting in though.” She said, and Pheadra smiled. <br><br>“Then do not, but remember when you are old and married and fat with tons of grandchildren around her knees, that you decided to sit outside of the water, when you were younger.” Grinning Pheadra turned and stared for the water. Only to be called back and chuckled as she helped Cassadra strip down to her slips like Marla. The two still covered, but the clothing was dry quickly. Moving down into the water Pheadra eased in and got to a deeper point up around her waist, her nipples growing hard and Goosebumps moving over her flesh. She glanced over at Esral and licked her lips before blushing hotly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 06:49:06</strong>
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				He floated comfortably in the water, moving forward just a bit so he could stand with his neck above the cool waves. The day was a calm one, so nothing would wash over their faces as they swam about freely, and he could stand comfortably while he watched the girls help each other undress. He found it rather interesting that it took another individual to remove or put on ones clothes, but he couldn’t help smiling at the sight of the three women, especially the sight of his love, the first to undress and start wading into the water. He let them work their way in as they wanted, but his eyes did not stray far from Pheadra as she moved closer to him. Nor did his eyes miss the little changes that were quite clear from just a silk slip to hide her from him. <br><br>He was aroused by the sight, and licked his lips in response to her blush. If only they were alone! He sighed a little to himself and, tired of waiting for her to jump in, sucked in a deep breath. The mischievous wolf vanished beneath the water and swam a wide circle around her, an old hunting trick for when prey thought they had escaped the pack by wading out. Come at them from behind, and the animal never knew what hit them. In much the same way, Esrel swung around behind Pheadra and suddenly came out of the water with a big splash that went in all directions, and a little, “Raah!” To add to the surprise. He had his hands up high and threw them around the wet girl, grabbing her and pulling her down into the water suddenly before popping up not too far. Enough that she was now covered below the neck, and his hands were settled around her waist. <br><br>“Oops!” He said, followed by a little laugh. If she leaned back enough she might feel the reaction to his appearance, although his roaming hands probably told her enough. But he made no moves, suspecting that she probably wouldn’t want to have something embarrassing happen on this outing with her friends. She would know, though, what he wanted, what he had come all that way for. He wanted her to his own, something he had made clear from the beginning. "I hope the water isn't too cold for you!" He played the innocent, goofy boy that he seemed to be on the outside, keeping her friends in the dark for the moment. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 00:41:49</strong>
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				<br>There was only enough time to turn her head and gasp in surprise. Green eyes growing wide and a bright smile moving across her features. He would find her soft to the touch, skin warm even in the chill of the water. The delight on her face was not something one would miss either and her friends turned to see just in time as their friend vanished under the surface. When they came up a few feet further away, her arms flailed in the air for a moment before she gasp and ran a hand over her face, pushing her hair out of the way. She laughed, eyes closed and did lean back against him slightly. Her friends laughed and pointed before Marla turned to Cass and started to splash her. <br><br>Both of the girls squeaked and squealed as they became distracted in their own game. Pheadra felt her heart slamming in her chest when she realized what she felt pressed neatly up against her rump. The whisper of his voice in her ear made her shiver, and his question of her being chilled only caused her to grow hotter. Body aching suddenly she shifted and turned in his arms and looked into his eyes. She stared at him intently for a few moments. Lost in his gaze and feeling that desire to lean foreword and kiss him once more. The desire to seal that touch that seemed to set her world on fire. Suddenly however she gained her own wolfish grin. Green eyes sly as her hands suddenly came above is head and she lifted herself out of the water, completely dunking him before turning and starting to hurry away from him. <br><br>She was not that strong of a swimmer, but she knew enough to gain a bit of distance. It would not take much for him to catch up with her, and she kept looking back as she moved, grinning and laughing. Her friends splashing one another and finally seeming to have fun. Cassandra loosening up as Marla and her played in the water like kids. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>03-10-2013, 02:51:01</strong>
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				For a moment, the young man thought they were going to have a romantic little moment to themselves while the other girls played off in the distance. They were so tantalizingly close, he could have pushed his lips against hers and that would have sparked the pair of them off quite powerfully. His eyes were as lost in hers as she was in his, so it was so surprising when her hands came up and forced him under the water, making a bit of a surprised noise as he disappeared in the water. Mischievous as he was! Of course she was, they were a pair… <br><br>He came up with a gasp and a bit of a sputter, and set off for her at once, splashing the whole way to make sure the other girls would suffer for their friend’s crime. He of course caught up to her and grabbed her foot, pulling her under in retribution for her strike. He grinned and came up a moment later, panting and grinning the biggest shit-eating grin one could possible muster up. He stood up in the shallow water with at his chest huffing and puffing, the water washing around his waist as he smiled. It was quite a bit of fun, but moving through the water was a challenging and tiring thing. A bit of simple splashing was what he could do now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 04:20:34</strong>
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				When she surfaced again she was laughing as well, enjoying the sport. The playing was good for them, it was carefree, and gave the meaning to living worth while. The woman had appeared rather shy at first, and over the course of the last couple of days. Even if she appeared uncomfortable around crowds, around those she cared about it was different. Of course saying she felt strong emotions for the wolf sounded a bit rushed. Being around him did feel like that like. Family, a comfort. Try as she might to ignore it, she couldn’t completely chase it away. Hell in this moment, she didn’t even care to. <br><br>Marla and Cassy both returned the splashes, playing along and laughing. The coolness of the water, and the high spirit was rather addicting. Of course like him, they were not completely used to it either. Tiring, though not completely ready to leave the water either. They giggled and spoke. Fey watched them with her soft green eyes. A lovely glow to her skin as the sun touched it. Her curls hanging wet around her shoulders and upper back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 05:20:42</strong>
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				He stood up from the water to get a bit of heat on his back, sighing as he caught his breath. Moving through water was hard for this body, even for his wolf body. He sighed softly and came beside the woman he felt such affection towards, watching the other two girls distract themselves with water. “It’s getting a little cold for me,” He said, shivering and stepping out of the water to dry off in the sun, on a large, flat rock near the shore. He seemed quite comfortable as the sun came down, slowly evaporating the droplets of water from his toned body. <br><br>He wished they could be rid of the other two women. He wanted to roll around on the warm rock with Fey and never let her go. He propped his head up a little to watch her, careful to keep himself from getting too aroused and obvious what he desired. He just smiled a boyish smile, waiting for the others to want to dry off as well. Then they could all relax, and maybe while staring up at the sun, they wouldn’t notice as he and Fey teased around with each other. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 14:43:45</strong>
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				<br>Fay was inclined to fallow, as she shivered and her lips turned the slightest tint of blue. The other girls continued to play for a moment while she came and rested on the rock with him a few moments later. Her hair sticking to her shoulders and back. She pulled her knees against her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs. Hiding a bit of her body, but unable to really hide much. She glanced over at him as she rested her head on her knees and gave him a soft smile. "I am glad you came along." She told him with a smile. <br><br>Marla glanced over and saw the two speaking low and smiling. She grinned herself, seeing their interaction up to this point it was rather obvious that Fay had a thing for this boy. She didn't really buy the being related to each other thing. However, Marla was more free spirited then her cousin. She also enjoyed mischievous things. Its why after a short while, when her and Cassy had gotten out and dried off a bit she smiled at them both. "I think we should head back. You two can find your way I am certain." At this Marla grinned at them. Her own clothing has dried enough to put her dress and clothing back on. Cassy wasn't really certain this was a good idea, but did not voice it as she helped her red headed cousin get dressed. <br><br>How convenient for the two that this should happen. Fay felt a bit nervous with the other two leaving. She felt an urge to get up and put on a couple of layers as well. Then glanced over at him as he smiled back at her. She felt her chest tighten and flutter before she looked away nervously. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>04-10-2013, 14:55:37</strong>
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				He was very glad that the two girls felt like leaving, or at least that Marla knew what he was up to. “We’ll be along, but don’t wait up for us at the café if you feel like heading home to warm up,” He waved at them as they got dressed, “Good to meet both of you!” <br><br>Once they were gone, the crackling of underbrush vanishing into the distance, he sat up and looked at Fey carefully. She looked nervous, but then, this was one of the first times they were alone and didn’t have to worry about a search party coming for them just yet. He brought his hand up to her cheek and slowly turned it towards him, still smiling at her. “You’re a little minx, you know… Looking like you were going to be close to me in the water, before dunking my head straight down…” He was close, close enough that his breath was on her lips, the surges of excitement shooting through his body. His other hand settled on her side as he cupped her cheek, pulling her into a slow, loving kiss. <br><br>He didn’t use his tongue with it, he wasn’t sure how he was ‘supposed’ to kiss her. He’d been a dog all his life. But pressing his lips to hers, he felt the excitement surging between them, breath catching in his throat as he held his face to hers. His hand lightly squeezed her side, and a quiet groan came out of his deep chest…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>18-10-2013, 02:16:00</strong>
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				<br>She gave him a sly smile when he moved closer, calling her a minx and teasing her for her earlier play. By now he may have realized at times she was indeed very playful and bold. Being skittish was more or less due to the nature of what she was. Those green eyes watched him as he leaned in, and then lids moved to close slowly. The feeling of his warm breath against her cool lips divine. <br><br>Something about kissing him made her heart stop and speed up all at the same time. It was amazing really, startling. She found herself melting into the touch of his velvet lips on her own. She shivered again and leaned closer. Kissing him harder, parting her lips to deepen their embrace against one another. Her hand lifted and she overlapped the one he had held up against her face. The warmth of his body under it coming through. The soft moan seemed to set her world on fire and the hairs on her arms stood on end from the sensation that washed over her. She broke the kiss but only long enough to take a breath. <br><br>Her brow resting against his she chuckled softly. “it is frightening, being around you.” She told him honestly. At the same time it was so exhilarating. Breath taking. She found herself lost to the small moments she shared with him. Pulling back long enough to look into his eyes, he could see the heavy blush on her cheeks. She bit her lip and then leaned in to lightly kiss him again. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>19-10-2013, 09:19:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It being his first time with her, he felt incredible arousal and excitement at even the simplest contact with her body. The kiss made his mind jump wildly in all manners, indescribable and incredible flashes of sensations dashing through his mind. A deeper kiss came from the adventurous woman, her lips opening wide enough that he could feel her tongue lightly exploring the possibilities of how far this could be pushed. As she pulled back, air rushed into his half open mouth, a deep breath to recover from how long he had been holding his last one. He hadn’t even noticed that urge to breathe; he had been so lost in the simple pleasure of the kiss that he had ignored such a basic function. <br><br>“It’s incredible, being with you…” He responded to her, staring at her daring eyes with his own. She pressed forward again, sharing a light kiss with him again. He took the initiative this time, tilting his head to one side to deepen their kisses. It felt right, or natural, to do so. His hands began to explore, sliding slowly over her bare skin and covered chest, dancing his fingertips down her exposed belly and swirling around her navel for a moment. He continued down as far as he could reach, to the middle of her thighs, before travelling back up her form. His fingers lightly hooked onto the edges of her remaining garments, as he managed to break the kiss to get another breath of sweet, fresh air. <br><br>“I’ve longed for this for so long…” He finally said, after a moment had passed. “I’ve longed for your touch, imagined what your skin on mine would be like… My imagination could not even comprehend the real thing!” His face had become beet red, as the blood rushed around two places on his body. He was erect, the muscle pushing against his boxers distinctly. “Please… Please, darling Fey, allow me to see more of your skin…” HIs head dipped down, kissing the spot right above her breastbone, heavy exhales of his heated breath coming from his nose. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>20-10-2013, 23:58:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>She was shaking. All of this was so new, she had never been this bare in front of another man let alone letting one touch her in such a way. The feeling of his hands exploring her was exhilarating and she felt her mind blur from it. Just a powerful push of sensations all over herself. Her toes curled as he spoke, feeling his kisses move. Her eyes rolled and closed as she turned her head slightly to the side just as he kissed closer to her collarbone. Shivering again she exhaled a breath and licked her lips. Reaching down she felt her fingers touch the silken ties hiding away her breasts. Here she hesitated. She was supposed to be married to another. She could not soil herself with someone else’s touch before then. <br><br>Yet, her body never burned or wanted before. She never had such a powerful desire before. As if his own arousal was feeding her own. She tugged the silken tie and pulled it away. Exposing her breasts. Pink erect nipples exposed, she exhaled another breath before looking at his face. Wanting to see his reaction to her body. Only being hidden away from him now by a small pair of panties. Her wet curls settling around her shoulders. She bit her lip and smiled at him sweetly. <br><br>Something about this was exciting as it was forbidden. Her arms came around him as she slowly lay back, pulling him with her as she went. Her mouth finding his again and capturing them. Even in the chill of the day the warmth from his body was making her own very hot. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 13:35:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“O-Oh…” Was about all he could utter. His hands came up and lightly rolled over the plump mounds on her breasts, giving the small handfuls a careful squeeze to test the waters. His expression was a mixture of so many racing thoughts; pleasure at the sight, amazement at something he had never seen before and her willingness to expose herself, elation at the fact that she seemed to desire him in such a way. All the expressions were positive ones, as his head leaned down and kissed the spot right between the mounds before finding her lips again. His tongue slid out and twirled about with hers, sharing a sloppy first-timer kiss that sent his mind on a wild ride. <br><br>“I can’t begin to describe how I feel right now…” He said to her, kissing and softly nibbling at her neck. “I want every inch of you to be shown… What does my lover’s body look like…?” He smiled grasping at the band of her panties, trying to push them down if she would let him. His lips curled around one of her breasts, applying a light suction to it as he did so. He wanted her to writhe in pleasure, to continue making delighted sounds and to show him that she needed him just as badly as he wanted her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>22-10-2013, 03:32:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>"I-I" She blushed hotly, and hearing his words made her shake. It also fueled a fire burning in the core of her very being. She was more then aroused, she was fiending, and yet the sensation of it frightened her. It was such a powerful mix of yes and no. A hot daring want that drove her nearly crazy. At the same time, she had to wonder why he did effect her in such a way. It was easy enough, she belonged to him, just as he belonged to her. They completed the circle of eachothers lives in a way no human would ever feel for another. <br><br>Her hands moved up his back, gripped his hair and her mouth found his again. She felt him touch and hook her panties and she broke the kiss to look at him. "I'm Scared." she told him finally. Searching his face. Her own expression heated and wanting. She was very turned on, the scent of her likely thick in the air. With it was the truth of her words. A warm underlined fear. What would others think? What if she could not stop and gave herself completely to him? What would become of her? She was supposed to be married soon. All of it rushing through her in a way that made this moment terrifying and amazing all at the same time. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>22-10-2013, 22:20:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“There is nothing to be scared of… I promise, I won’t hurt you,” He kissed her again, quietly whispering into her ear while he lightly nibbled at her lobe, “I just wish to see you completely, to know what my darling looks like… You may do the same with me…” He tugged down on her panties, unable to hold himself back with her scent in the air, kissing her passionately and lovingly as he did so. She had to understand that he needed her to be like this. He wanted her to forget about everything, to focus only on their bodies tightly pressed against each other, to feel passion between them. He wasn’t even sure he would keep going with her, outside of touching every inch of her that he could reach. Unless she put up a strong protest, he would remove his remaining clothes as well, his member waving and straight erect in the air. The uncut foreskin was partially peeled back from the head of a ruby-red tip, engorged with blood and lightly oozing his arousal to the tip. He was an average length, but looked surprisingly thick, a real handful for even his digits. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 14:44:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She had never seen a man before. Their nude form as foreign to her as the sensation it caused through her body. Even if he was average with his own build, to her he appeared large and even a bit intimidating. It made her insides coil with want and her legs shook slightly as she bent her knees. She wanted to touch him, and explore him. Knowing that if she did she would not be able to stop herself.<br><br>Moaning out her hands twitched and she looked at his face, her own hot and burning. “your so beautiful” it was all she could think of to say. It sounded silly, but he was. Feeling naked and exposed, her little blond muff wet with her need. She bit her lip and wrapped her arms around him again. The warmth of his body was startling and she needed to curl closer to him. The feeling of the smooth stone under her bare body was odd. She placed a hand behind her to help steady herself as she looked back into his eyes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>31-10-2013, 22:24:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His arms curved around her as his body began to move through instinct. He had not been lucky enough to have this when he was a wolf, let alone a human, so he was as marveled by the experience as she was at that moment. However, he did not come from the noble upbringings that she had, and gave little thought to the idea that she should be pure on a wedding day. So far as he was concerned, she wouldn’t be sticking around with the humans for much longer anyway, so it wouldn’t have mattered much even if he were aware of that odd rule. Fey would find his grip a little stronger than before, as he worked his body over hers and between her legs. <br><br>The heat and scent of her sex drove him hard, finding the tip of his member lightly rubbing against the engorged lips of her womanhood. He was panting, aroused and focused on his body’s urges rather than his mind’s thoughts. His hips worked at her, grinding his head against her lips, moaning loudly as the stimulation teased his mind. He moved a little more, and pushed into her gradually, savoring every little motion that her dripping opening gave him…<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 03:51:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Was this ok? Was it?! She felt like it was going to fast. It felt right, but rushed. His hands on her, his mouth on her, his eager movements. Already he was over her, his hands on her, his… his… oh god! <br><br>“Wait!” she said placing her foot against his hip and pushing him down. Making him come back out of her body. Her mind white hot and searing. She blinked at him, her brows meeting and her head shaking. “This, is… its to fast.” She told him honestly. For as eager and excited as she was, she was not ready to just throw herself into him. Not like that. Sure, it was romantic in a sense, at the same time, it was sudden. One moment they were kissing, talking, touching… the next he was nearly inside of her ready to claim her and end the last part of herself that made her somewhat still just a girl.<br><br>She sat up panting, her hands over her chest, eyes wide as they stared down at the rock. She said nothing, just remained still before her eyes closed softly and she frowned. “I am sorry.” she told him. Worried now that he would be upset with her. She chickened out. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 03:58:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was surprised as she stopped him—had he not been following her motions correctly? Immediately, his head snapped back into reality, the moment lost between them, and his member became flaccid in the passing of time. He rolled onto his side and shook slightly, but he hugged her to his body with great care. More like a protector than a lover now. “I’m sorry,” He said to her, “I thought… I do not understand human customs.” He admitted, turning red. He brought her head to his chest, fishing their undergarments from where they had been discarded on the rock. At least they could cover themselves up while they rested. He bit his lip, hard, trying to sort out what had gone wrong, but he said nothing else. <br><br>It had felt so incredible. It was half tempting to overpower her and just force her back into the forest with him, but… He couldn’t possibly bring that to the table. He just sat there quietly, resting and trying to sort out what to do now.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>13-11-2013, 05:26:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Fay looked over at him slowly. Those green eyes of hers soft and concerned. She could tell she had not only ruined it, but also put him in an odd place. A frown creased her otherwise flawless features and she reached over to lightly take his hand. "I am sorry, I complicate things." It was clear to her, for him things were simple. They were meant to be, he loved her, and wanted her. She was his. Deep down? she knew this to be true.<br><br>At the same time however, she did not remember him the same as he remembered her. Feelings at times were not enough? No, she was scared. It all boiled down to her being afraid. The change, the reality, the world as she knew it completely turned upside down. She leaned over and kissed his cheek before sighing. "Next time? lets go a bit slower." Meaning there could be a next time? <br><br>She knew one thing for a fact. She could not leave or walk away from him. She wanted to get to know him and see what would happen. It needed to be a touch more paced out. Just a little. She wanted to be brave, and perhaps... he could show her just how to be that. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>14-11-2013, 02:38:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Next time,” He said slowly, as though he was savoring the words. She still wanted him, “I’ll always be in the forest behind your home…” The two could bask in the sun with each other for a little longer before he stirred, sitting up slowly and looking about to the bank. Their outer garments were spread about, so he picked her up and walked her to the shore, setting her down gently and helping her get her clothes back on. His clothing was relatively simple, hers had complex layers and usually required an assistant anyway. He just did his duty and pulled his garments on afterward, taking her hand and walking out of the forest with her. <br><br>He would escort her back most of the way before slipping into an alley to disappear again, leaving it to her to navigate home. He took on his wolf appearance and trotted around the less occupied walkways, finding his way to the back tree that reached over the wall. He would hop over and go on a hunt for the rest of the night, always waiting and listening for her voice in case she approached sooner than later. He didn’t expect her until the next day though, finding the little alcove under the roots of the tree where he could sleep in comfort and not worry about someone running across him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 02:49:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Of course once alone, back inside the confines of her estate, her mind continuously returning to the days events. How had it gone so far in such a sort time? She had to ponder it, let her mind search through and seem to try and find a sort of logic to it all. Of course there was no sound logic in the world she currently knew. In the world he spoke of however? It made sense.<br><br>His touch, the heat of it, the taste of his kisses. All of it felt right. It felt amazing, the idea of it even now stirred deep longing inside of her body and she throbbed for more. The idea of it was odd, and strange, and yet she had never felt such stirrings before. Giving her age, she should have at least had attractions to others. She had a sex drive, she had kissed before. Yet, to the point they had gone? The way it all felt? Granted it had been rushed, but part of her was curious how it could have gone. How it could have felt. She knew what sex was. <br><br>The woman hit her bed with a heavy sigh. Hair brushed and braided, dress she wore a clean white silk with shear overlay. She appeared a princess as she sat at her window and looked up at the paled crescent moon. Was this even right? Part of her wished for guidance, but she had no one to seek it out with. She could speak to her friends, but Cassandra would be appalled, and Marla would likely be to eager. She could in no way speak to her parents, and her nursing maid who she had once been so close to was dead now. Having died from old age some time ago. So who? <br><br>She had only herself, and her heart. The very thing that argued with her mind and just cast her into a world of inspiring confusion. <br><br>That night when she dreamt however, she dreamt of many things. Hunting, killing, fire, feeding, and hot animal like sex. Her world filled with primal and carnal alike. When she awoke the next morning she had a hunger inside of her she never knew before, and a tempting need she would find herself hard to ignore. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>19-11-2013, 04:04:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				In his own way, the wolf was feeling the same rush of emotions and excitement that she was enjoying. Though he understood everything very clearly (or so he thought), he knew he would have to make her fall into his arms again. To bid her goodnight, the howl of the wolf flooded over the moonlit land, hopefully sending the same strange impulses of joy and excitement that she had felt the first time he did it. He was simply trying to remind her that he was out there, that he would wait for her as long as it took to return. He had no idea that he had stirred her mind in such a way, though he could certainly hope that such a thing was going on. It would make his job easier if she could convince herself to move along with a decision. <br><br>Like a good dog, he waited near the edges once the sun had started to rise. He wouldn’t dare risk running into the field again; he noticed that there were a few more groundskeepers than before. Perhaps his howling had the unfortunate side effect of making the master of the house a bit paranoid. All he could do at that time was sit in the shadows of the brush and contemplate his time here. <br><br>Exciting as it was to be a human, he would be glad to be rid of it, or doing much less of it. Walking around on two legs felt wrong, like he was borrowing someone else’s body. But would she ever accept him as a wolf? He hadn’t thought about that before. He could enjoy dreams of how the other couples shared their time, but those were women who grew up in the pack. Fay was… Very different. His head rested on crossed paws as he thought on the matter, quietly amusing himself with it. She would be a stuck up human for quite a while, until he could work that primal nature back into her bones. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 04:46:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The food never tasted better! The sweetness of the air like never before. The world held a brightness to it that caused her heart to sing. Yet… she remained every so silent sitting in the dinning room with her mother and father. The only sounds in the room being metal lightly hitting plates. Or the ticking of the grand clock off in the corner. The large dinning table stretched making it feel as it miles lingered between them. Her father at the head of one end, her mother at the other end. He read the paper, sipping his tea and letting his food cool before him, while her mother daintily picked at her sweetened pastries and eggs. Phaedra sat silently in a chair between them. The lavished curtains pulled aside from the windows letting light flood in, and yet it seemed to leave the place feeling larger. <br><br>Now, her parents were not what one could consider bad people. Not really, when you thought about it. She seemed to consider them both for a moment. If what her wolf friend had said was true… that meant that these two humans, of a richer blood took on the responsibility of a lost child. They raised her, groomed her, kept her educated and warm. They did not even let her know that she was nothing else but their daughter. Yet, she looked at them as if she had never really seen them before. Who were they? Why did they take her? Was it all a lie the entire time? But it seemed so wrong. <br><br>Sighing she poked at her own food. Eyes thoughtful, brow meeting, and expression perhaps a bit on the sad if not confused side. Her parents? Did not even notice. That was alright, here soon they would not even have her anymore. She would be married off…<br><br>Oh that almost brought a groan from her lips. Rising slowly she excused herself and her parents inclined their heads letting her go. Walking through the halls of her large estate she recalled the life and memories of it. The small world it had created for her. She had fantasies about traveling the globe, pretended to fight pirates against the old nurse maid. Case after bugs and place them in jars. (much to her mothers dismay)<br><br>Now? She had the chance to live that very thing. Recalling that wolf boy made her body burn suddenly. How close they had come to being intimate, it teased at her. Taunted her for her quick no. yet she stood solid in her decision. His eagerness mixed up with her hormones caused a rather quick action and she did not regret slowing it down. She would have likely been no better on her wedding night either. Though, the difference between her fiancé, and the other man of her life… was she actually cared about the wolf boy. She barely knew him, and yet… wanted nothing more but to know him better. She had started on her way outside when she heard one of her servants clear his throat behind her. Jumping she turned suddenly and faced the man. “Your mother has many things on your agenda today, you will not be out and about being wild. You will commit to your studies. She knows if the little stunt you pulled yesterday, and wants you to focus yourself.” Oh that was not something she was very happy about. Phaedra cast a rather annoyed look at the man before sighing heavily. <br><br>“Fine.” Clearly, her mother did not know the extent of her ventures. Likely knew that she had snuck out of the teahouse, but not to were or what she had actually been up to. If she had… this would have gone a lot worse then it did. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 05:11:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Obediently he waited, and as the sun climbed high and began to slide downwards, he began to grow worried. Something was keeping her inside of the manor, which caused great worry to begin welling up. It was not like he could simply waltz in and locate her—neither of his costumes would allow him to do so. He rose up from his spot and paced back and forth, trying to think of anything he could do to check on her. For some reason, her being stuck in the house gave him incredible concern. After all, he had spent ages tracking her down, and it would be an incredible let down if she were suddenly locked away from him in an impregnable fortress. <br><br>So he began to howl. The sound would carry, but it was always difficult to tell the exact direction and distance of a wolf’s howl. If she heard him, he knew she would come out onto a balcony, or respond in some way. That would tell him she was alright at least. If she didn’t come out, then he feared he might do something incredibly rash. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>23-11-2013, 05:44:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It echoed and danced across the yard, moved through the stables spooking horses. Rushed over the garden flowers and made the ponds vibrate. His howl did more then sing out for her, it caused a reaction in the world itself.&nbsp; <br><br>Birds outside fluttered from the trees, and as it moved along the grounds, and traveled into the large estate, the servants paused in worry. <br><br>The wolf would have a greeting though nothing he would have expected. The man of the house, or better known as Phaedra’s father came out with a loaded rifle and started to pop off rounds into the air. This of course only startled everyone more. But they had not heard wolf cries like these in many years. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 05:41:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The wolf could have laughed. He was aware of these strange devices and how dangerous they were, but he was so far away it couldn’t have posed a threat. The man was just showing off. In response, he howled out once more before falling quiet, and slipping further back in the woods to think. Problematically, he had not seen sight of his love, who had all but assured him that they would see each other in the garden. He became concerned, and decided to do something about it. <br><br>Though it was later in the day, the young man now walking the streets hoped that he could find the two friends that had been with Fey and him the day before. He retraced the path to the tea house and entered, peering around for a sight of the pair. They would be the only way he would know if everything was normal. Being friends, they might have heard gossip or spoken to Fey, to give him a clue about what was going on. He would just ask if they had seen her, if he could find them.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 02:21:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>The tea house would be busy as usual. He would find entering to be a bit different this time. There seemed to be a larger group inside. When and if he was able to push through the bodies he would find a room containing one of the two girls. Why? Well, if Fey was caught, and punished, what would happen to the other two girls? Cassandra was the way she was because of how she was raised. That meant? She got into a lot of trouble. As for Marla? The thing with her, was her freedom. Her parents hardly paid her mind, or cared for their own status. They traveled the world to much to really care what the locals thought of their wild dishonoring daughter. Of course Marla was not as bad as she acted, but she also had very little holding her back.<br><br>When she turned and spotted the young man her face lit up with a bright smile. “Well if it isn’t our little Fey’s darling family member. What brings you here? I thought like Cass, she would be locked down for her horrible behavior and sneaking off.” The woman giggled. “it is a wonder that her family has not restricted us from each other. I suppose her parents find it easier to accept me as Fey’s friend then to try and keep me at bay.” She chuckled and looked him over, seeing his expression her own grew concerned. <br><br>“Please, come in and sit down. You look a mess.” She snapped her finger and a moment later a servant came in. She ordered fresh tea and sat down at the table looking at the young, and rather dashing young man. “What ever is the matter?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 02:31:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He felt better when he saw at least one of the friends. At least that would be the start of a lead. He greeted her warmly and sat down with her, glad that she was ordering. “I’m a little concerned,” He started, thinking about choosing the correct words. He couldn’t much say that he was waiting in the woods for her to come visit him, even if Marla was the more accepting of her two friends. “I was to meet Fey this afternoon outside of her home, but she never appeared. When I inquired at the gate, I was quite roughly told to mind my own business. As you can understand, I’m more than slightly concerned…” <br><br>He hushed up as the server came back, and waited until he was out of earshot to continue. “You said Cass was locked away—is this what happened to Fey as well?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 04:41:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh I am sure she has gotten into trouble. It is not the first time of course, and I hardly doubt the last. Likely locked away and forced into her studies. What a strange concept really. Punnish your child with home work. That will get them to love studies." The tone was of course sarcastic. "Have you never been in trouble with your parents before?" She asked kindly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 05:14:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Thankfully, the concept was not an unusually or unexpected one for this human. Apparently it was wholly understood, or perhaps a common punishment for kids who had been misbehaving. He settled down a little bit after that, which would possibly look very strange to someone who was familiar with the punishment. He leaned back in his seat and lifted the teacup to his lips, sipping gently to savor the hot drink and the interesting flavors dancing about on his tongue. Bitter, but very enjoyable, warming to the core. Even on a hot day it would have been very pleasing. He stared at the amber liquid and amused himself with the reflection, thinking about how such a drink was unheard of unless one was unable to move through sickness, and one of the healers needed to give a fast hit of helpful herbs to keep the member alive. It was nice to not have to worry about that and still enjoy the warmth of the drink.<br><br>“Not often,” He responded honestly, “One needs to do a lot to get my parents upset. The rest of my family usually gets on my case before they do.” He considered the entire pack his family, and pack mentality was strong. The pack weeds out undesirable behaviors quickly with group enforced reactions, ranging from the lightest barking and reminders to the harsher bites and claws. Rarely did a difficult behavior persist beyond their youngest ages. He swirled the tea in his cup and took another sip, closing and opening his eyes slowly as he looked across the table at her. Something came to his mind, and he leaned forward to present the question. <br><br>“Now if two of our cohorts have been forbidden to go outside, why haven’t you?” He motioned his cup towards her, before setting it down on its plate to give his full attention toward her answer. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>31-12-2013, 17:04:16</strong>
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				<br>“Why? Simple, my parents travel and currently are out of the country. It is not easy to punish your child when you are not around to do so. They have left me in charge of my estate in their absence as well. In a sense I am the lady of the house, and punishing myself for going swimming seems a bit harsh.” The ending tone one of a teasing tune. <br><br>“What of you? You had said yesterday that you were related to Fay, today you seem at odds with her being punished. Are you not from the same line?” Of course he had said he was not, it was more of a distant cousin sort of thing. Marla however, was not stupid. She could sense a tension between both Fay and this boy. It was not your common tension that came from being around family. It was of a more primal nature. <br><br>“If there is one thing I am good at, its spotting attraction between people, if I did not know any better… I would say you and Fay have a highly sexual attraction to one another.” The bold statement so very unlady like. Bringing her tea to her lips she gave a sort of flirty wicked smile. Wondering what he would say to her now that she called him out on the obvious.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>05-01-2014, 03:14:36</strong>
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				He cleared his throat a little, but seeing that she was going to be persistent in questioning his relationship between the two, would it be wise to continue to deceive her? Marla seemed like a more levelheaded sort of girl anyway. “Would Cassandra have let me join you had I been honest?” He smirked a little, shook his head, and finished his drink. “I have an attraction to Fey, you could say that…” He glanced away from her, rubbing the side of his cheek, “But it is not entirely sexual. It’s deeper than that, far deeper.” His eyes turned to her, “Suffice to say we were supposed to meet today, and I was not aware of this custom for parents to restrict their child’s movements. She is of intelligent age and is more than capable of making decisions for herself, would you not agree? What sense is it to seal her up in a tower?” <br><br>He sighed folding his arms and resting them on the table. “Do you know how long she might be restrained?” He asked her, looking a little bothered by it all again. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>22-01-2014, 02:13:34</strong>
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				<br>Listening to his words she had to smile. What a cute y oung man, and so fitting for her wild little friend who tried so hard to behave herself. His questions of her age however prompted a frown from the lovely red headed woman. “A princess like Fay will always be out of the reach for those who cannot have her. She is already set up to be married, and her life is already on is course. Such a marriage could bring a rather impressive wealth to her family, and the bloodlines will be secure for years to come. It is only natural for things to be this way.” When he asked of her, and why she was not in trouble? Those eyes left his before returning.<br><br>Marla gained a nearly wolfish grin of her own. Clearly someone of a different breed from the other two females. Marla was not bound by the normal chaste ribbons of society like many in her time. With parents out and about, and no one to really pull the reins back on her, what was to stop her? She smiled at him, leaned forward in her chair a bit and whispered softly. “I am the mistress of my estate, the reason I am not punished is because no one is willing to punish me for my indiscretion. I am ever grateful for it too. Life is not something set in a straight line, and we as humans often try to force it to be. It can be a rather rude and insulting to thebody and mind really. However, since it is what it is little can be done for it. so I am a free bird on the edge of my own lands, while my beloved friends are still caged. Forced to watch me from behind their barred walls. I try to offer what freedom I can.” She smiled and slowly rose before coming around the table.<br><br>“So your feelings for her? They run deeper you say?” She leaned over, her scent coming closer and eyes leveling him. She was close, but still a decent distance. It was close enough to make one uncomfortable, but also far away enough for it to not be so intimidating at the same time. “Tell me, I see the way you look at her. I am nearly jealous myself. Tell me of these deeper feelings, for someone you cannot have.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>28-01-2014, 17:27:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He sneered ever so slightly at the news that she was already betrothed. That would not do, not at all, and he would not allow her to slip away from his grasp again after spending so long hunting for her. He ran his hand along his upper lip for a moment, making light pinches of it as he thought over the situation. The sooner he could truly steal her away, the better. It was there in front of Marla that he resolved to do that as soon as he was able to, through whatever means he could. Fey would not become a quiet wife; she would return with him to the wilds, to run and hunt as her heart truly desired. He had seen that enough in her eyes, the urge to be away from all of the ho-hum of her current life, and the spark that came to her expression whenever he was near her. <br><br>Her husband-to-be must be a dreadfully dull fellow, he mused.<br><br>He realized she had stood up and moved closer to him, leaning down now to speak a little more quietly. Marla was masterfully positioning herself. He was curious about why she wanted to be so close, but at the same time he did not feel a need to pull away or ready himself to be protected. He looked her square in the eyes, as she spoke of Fey being someone he could not have. Esrel highly disagreed with that opinion, and a flash of displeasure over his face expressed that well for her to see. “I have worked too hard for her to be taken away from me now,” He said in a low voice, keeping things quiet in the event of any curious ears. He didn’t know if the sentence was enough, but at the risk of blowing open everything in front of her, he bit his tongue. Marla seemed trustworthy enough, but could he really confide his secret with her? The details of where Fey had come from, who she really was… He was certain that the fewer people knew, the better it would be.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>12-02-2014, 07:04:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<br>Marla could only smile at him. He had not said a thing, but she could see the wheels in his head turning. Yet when he did finally speak, his tone was determined. The look in his eye pure fire and she believed him when he made that very statement. She was nearly envious of Fea and what she had before her. For a moment she grew a bit curious as well. Eyes swept him, her smile grew even more and she bit her lip in thought. A slow rising blush to her cheeks she found herself nearly shamed by her next question. At the same time she had to know.<br><br>“Have you… ever experienced a woman?” She asked him suddenly. Now for her to ask one had to wonder why? Well he was attractive after all. As well as common, she was curious. It was nothing personal, she was not in love, or seeking her own mate. She would not even tell Phaedra if he did not wish it. in the end she was more or less… as said before. Curious. <br><br>Eyes swept over him before she grinned. “I myself have experienced men. Sadly I cannot with child, when I was younger I suffered from a horrid fever. It matters not, I have no worries of the estate. It is mine. Have you done anything with her at this time? Are you going to steal her away wolf boy?” She giggled and pulled back from him. “Looking at you? I do not believe you have ever placed your hands on the body of a woman. Do you expect to get far with a woman when you have no talent?” She was simply testing him. She was not aware of the blunder from the day before. Though let’s be honest, that was not really his fault. Fea got scared in the end, and it was natural for a female to react that way their first time.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Glitches are cool</strong> on <strong>20-02-2014, 04:24:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was quiet for a few moments before admitted, “Nearly, yesterday. She was nervous about it. Perhaps that is what drives me so strongly today.” He smiled a bit at her suggestion of stealing Fae away. That wasn’t far off from the truth, but he couldn’t reveal that to her! He doubted that even Marla would find that an acceptable course of action. “Other than her, I have been reserving myself. She is destined to be mine, regardless of what her father might think…” He chuckled a little, shrugged, and continued, “Fae did not seem to mind my inexperience.” While they had been speaking, time had gone along quite promptly. The lunch hours had passed, and evening was on the way. <br><br>“Marla, may I ask you something?” He said suddenly, “I’m afraid that I don’t have a place to stay this evening. Might you spare a room, if you are the owner of your estate?” He gave that question a moment to settle in before saying, “Yes, I’ve been living on the streets and in the woods since I’ve been travelling. It would be nice to spend a night inside.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Little lost Red (Glitch and Tiginny)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tiginny</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 03:55:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When he admitted what had taken place, she found herself captivated and listening. Of course as soon as he started the story it had ended. So, that was it. He had gotten close and now nothing? His little comment of being more insistent made her chuckle. Of course he was eager, he was a virgin who nearly got laid by a beautify lady. It excited all men. The idea of being so close, and yet told no. Marla herself loved such power. Men, true gentlemen held themselves and gave chase. They would play the game in efforts to gain something from their charge. Her thoughts scattered when he spoke. She blinked looking at him and inclined her head. “I can see if something can be arranged. I think the servants level should have extra rooms you can sleep in. I would not think you would want to sleep in my bed.” She laughed jokingly. Truly no intention behind those words. <br><br>Sorry so short)))<br>
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