Little Red (Chris Brady & Supersonic)
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				Title: <strong>Little Red (Chris Brady &amp; Supersonic) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 05:30:02</strong>
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				Scarlet stared out the window of her small cozy cottage and sighed at the sight of the sky turning dark. She wasn’t looking forward to going all the way out to her grandmothers house in the middle of a storm. The walk through her Village wouldn’t be bad but then she had to cut through the thick forest and that could be very hard in the rain. She silently debated not going but she hesitated. Granny enjoyed her Sunday visits and would be very disappointed if she didn’t arrive. The decision was made. She would go. <br><br>The next hour was spent packing a large wicker basket full of the usual baked treats she made for their visits . The last thing she grabbed was her red hooded cape. She tied it around her neck and pulled the oversized hood over her raven locks. The red cape was a present from her Granny and while it was something she would ever pick for herself she really liked it. The long thick wool kept her warm and the soft lining felt really good against her sensitive skin. After one last look around her cottage to make sure she wasn’t forgetting anything she grabbed her basket and left.<br><br>Even though the sky was dark and thick heavy clouds swirled through the sky it hadn’t started raining yet and Scarlet started to feel a little better about her journey. As she walked through her Village people she had known all of her life waved to her in greeting and she returned the gesture with the same. <br><br>She walked on and slowly began to realize something very big was going on. People were spilling out of their homes and heading towards the Village Square. Being as short as she was she knew she would have a hard time seeing what was going on but she listened to the conversations around her. <br><br>“They finally found the bastard” One male told his son and Scarlet wondered who they were talking about. Lately there had been some odd things going on in the Village but then that wasn’t all that unusual. <br><br>Things were not always as they seemed and living so close to the ancient forest they knew it better than most. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Red (Chris Brady &amp; Supersonic) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 23:30:14</strong>
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				The man known as Wolf's Head, which is an old term for bandit, walks among the throngs of villagers, surveying them as if he owns them.&nbsp; They begin to pelt his tall frame with vegetables, but he doesn't dodge them, letting them hit his bare, and well-defined chest.&nbsp; Most of the attackers are men, the women seem to be rather enthralled, despite the goo from spoiled produce in his long dark hair.<br><br>He steps back and twists his neck back as a decent sized stone is flung at his head.&nbsp; The scream as it impacts on the other side of the crowd is either female, or a male hit in the wrong spot.&nbsp; He simply stares at the guilty man, as he slides back horrified.&nbsp; This one will blame others rather than himself.&nbsp; The militia pokes him with a knife and he continues to walk to the gallows.&nbsp; A crude wooden affair, hastily built and handmade, so that the local sheriff won't have to come and adjudicate.&nbsp; After all, the stranger might find him innocent.<br><br>The monster that murdered those children is not the one climbing the steps towards the noose, but Wolf doesn't bother to convince them.&nbsp; These peons want blood, and he admits they will get it.&nbsp; Just not his.&nbsp; He continues to look about, searching for the reason he came into this sleepy farming village in the first place.&nbsp; The handsome fellow really isn't sure if he'll find what he's looking for, this is just one among several little villages around the woods and rivers of the countryside.<br><br>And among the throngs of vindictive and angry sheep is a girl, red clad from his vantage point and an open sweet face.&nbsp; She will do.&nbsp; However, as he looks up to the sky and his heightened senses smell, there will be a storm.&nbsp; Which means that if he times this right, he can escape without anyone seeing him.&nbsp; That is if they don't try and bury him immediately.&nbsp; Which isn't likely, they'll want to show off the body of the child-killer to as many visitors as possible, proving that it was they who 'caught' him.<br><br>Outside of silver and his own kind, he cannot be killed short of old age.&nbsp; All this hanging will do put him out for about an hour as his body tries to heal itself.&nbsp; Being a werewolf isn't exactly something he let's other know.&nbsp; The rough hemp rope is placed around his neck, the fibers scratching his skin, and finally the gold-green eyes refocus on his accusers.&nbsp; In fact, he's pretty sure this sallow fool is the murderer.&nbsp; He did always shout the loudest.&nbsp; Wolf decides that he will kill this coward once he's free, his heightened sense of smell has tagged him as prey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Red (Chris Brady &amp; Supersonic) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 03:55:50</strong>
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				Scarlet stared at the man they walked towards the hanging ledge.&nbsp; Her big brown eyes followed his progress as the crowd threw rotten vegetables and fruit at his head. It was hard to see him from her spot in the crowd but even she could see the way he carried himself.&nbsp; He had a proud tilt to his head and an arrogant rhythm to his step.&nbsp; There was something about him that seemed almost honorable. <br><br>Yes his large heavy hands had the strength to murder a man or child but some how she didn’t think he had.&nbsp; Her eyes ran over him again but this time she started at the top of his head and went down over his broad shoulders to his naked muscular chest. Against her will her gaze lingered there and she felt her face flush with awareness. Wondering if she was alone in this odd fascination she peeked from under her red hood at the women in the crowd and knew that no she was not. It was written all over their faces too.&nbsp; <br><br>Shaking her head at her own foolish thoughts and still disagreeing with the hanging of a man without a true and fair judgment she turned to leave. Everyone deserved a fair judge and she couldn’t help but take one last look at the man who would die today without one. Their gazes collided and she felt her heart jump in fright. He might not have killed those children but he wasn’t completely innocent either. Not with eyes like that.&nbsp; <br><br>That last look had been enough. She had to go now. There was still a storm coming and her Grandmother was still waiting on her. She had to go. The truth was no matter what she thought she felt or knew about the man she didn’t know anything. These people had raised and loved her from the day her parents had been killed and she had no reason to distrust them. <br><br>Not wanting to be apart of this anymore than she already was she hurried through the crowd and out of the Village. She didn’t understand the twisted glee that gripped crowds at public hangings. Couldn’t understand having such a strong need for violence but as she hurried into the forest she looked up at the sky and wondered why she felt as if she had been brushed by fate. <br><br>The path to her Grandmothers was a series of long thin trails that criss-crossed other paths but Scarlet made her way easily. The walk gave her time to think and she wondered what was wrong with her?&nbsp; How had she allowed herself to be affected by someone like that?&nbsp; For all she knew he had done everything they accused him of. A shiver ran over her as she considered those large heavy hands taking the life of a child. Even thinking about something like that terrified her. She didn't understand why she had stood there and gazed at a man who had been capable of such. She didn’t understand herself at all and the more she thought about him and those poor children the more confused and spooked she got. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Red (Chris Brady &amp; Supersonic) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 04:43:33</strong>
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				The rain has barely started when Wolf opens his eyes.&nbsp; Still hanging and swaying slightly from the rope, he works the bindings on his wrists, slowly and easily breaking them.&nbsp; Next is his neck and he pulls that apart, dropping to the ground easily.&nbsp; A slow roll of his neck and the snapping of bones realigning tells him he's almost fully healed.<br><br>Sniffing the air, he tries to pick out 'Sallow's' scent.&nbsp; The rain is diluting it, but he finds the house and the smell of death and children clinging to it.&nbsp; He gives a hard grin, let the screaming begin.<br><br>It doesn't really take that long, the man wasn't much, more of a bully than a fighter.&nbsp; But then the werewolf hybrid form does make ripping a human apart easy.&nbsp; It was also easy to find and pull out the bones of the children he hid underneath his floor boards.&nbsp; Not very original, this one.&nbsp; Perhaps, however, scrawling "<em>Children's revenge is never pretty</em>" in the man's own blood may have been too much.&nbsp; He slips out the back of the home and shifts to his full wolf shape.<br><br>Wolf pads silently as he hunts down the second scent, he didn't get a chance to mark her, but seeing as she's the only female who left the village, it wasn't that hard to follow.&nbsp; However, this storm that's coming, that could cause trouble.&nbsp; He needs to find her fast if he's to get his chance to claim her.&nbsp; The wolf's paws pad quickly and cover the moss covered earth that marks the woods.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Red (Chris Brady &amp; Supersonic) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 19:04:41</strong>
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				Scarlet looked up dark sky and wanted to cry. Big fat cold rain drops fell from the sky soaking her within moments. She was happy she had her red cape but it was a lot better at keeping her warm than it was at protecting her from getting wet.&nbsp; Moments later she was taken by surprise as a big gust of cold wind blew through the forest almost knocking her off her feet. Straightening herself out her pulled her red cape closer and stared out into the forest with her big brown eyes full of hesitancy.<br><br>She didn’t want to continue on but turning back meant even a longer walk at this point. Looking down she stared at the dirt paths that lead to her Grandmothers house turning into mud. As she steped Scarlet felt the wet earth sliding over her sensible but not all that durable shoes. She picked her foot up looking for a better place to walk but this was it. <br><br>Shivering and trying to trudge through the mud Scarlett kept an eye out for any good resting places. If she could find a tree she might be able to find cover until after the storm was over. Scarlet looked deeper into the dark shadows of the forest and quickly realized she wouldn’t be finding any coverage today. She could hardly see in front of her. The sky had lost all of its light and dark rolling clouds filled the sky while heavy rains blocked her vision. <br><br>So she continued on, her pace slow as her body shivered with the wet cold and ached as she dealt with the heavy mud that clung to her every step. Thoughts about what she should have done and could have done filled her head as she walked on. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Red (Chris Brady &amp; Supersonic) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>19-05-2009, 22:45:58</strong>
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				Running quickly through his home territory, Wolf finds the scent he's looking for and within minutes of the heavy rain drops, stalks his prey silently and out of her sight.&nbsp; Most humans don't pay much attention whenever they're discomforted and this dark haired doll is no difference.&nbsp; Several long moments are spent considering his options.&nbsp; Pounce?&nbsp; No, potential damage and marking.&nbsp; He likes his girls unblemished.&nbsp; Walk up?&nbsp; No, she's probably marked him as dangerous and would run.&nbsp; And chasing her down would require pouncing her.<br><br>The tall human makes a reappearance behind one of the large trees.&nbsp; A snatch and grab then.&nbsp; Stealthily, which isn't that hard given the intensity of the rain, he creeps out of the trees behind her.&nbsp; The water has slicked his bronzed skin to a shiny sheen, his long rich chestnut hair is flattened against his head, the only thing that's moderately dry on the inside are the leather leggings he's wearing.<br><br>The mud squelches between his toes as he makes his approach.&nbsp; Within a few feet he snaps his arms out capturing her and with a spin and heft has her over one shoulder, the basket of goodies on his other hand.&nbsp; He turns to walk back to his own home, a modest cottage built right next to a cave.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Red (Chris Brady &amp; Supersonic) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>21-05-2009, 04:59:10</strong>
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				Scarlet took another step through the mud and rain and tried her best to hurry. Strong arms suddenly closed around her and she froze as terror unlike she had ever known filled her. The hard painful tension robbed her of her strength and she was spun around so fast she only got a glance at the man that held her. <br><br>But that was enough…It was the man from the hanging!&nbsp; <br><br>The shock was enough to snap her out of her frozen state and she begin to scream. She pushed hard as she could at the hard slick muscles holding her and tried to kick him but her cape got in the way and her efforts were wasted. She lost her breath as she was hauled over his shoulder and whimpered as pain spread through her body at the position. Each step he took pushed his hard shoulder into her soft stomach but she didn’t care about the pain. She still tried to fight but her small fists hitting against his back, his bottom and anything else she could reach did nothing. <br><br>Scarlet closed her eyes against the tears filling them. She didn’t want to see the ground, didn’t want to feel the blood rushing to her head and she didn’t want to be killed. Maybe if she closed her eyes the next time she opened them it would all be over. <br><br>But the next time she opened her eyes it was his that she was staring into. She was standing in the middle of a cottage but she couldn’t look around. She couldn’t look around because she was staring into the face of a killer.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Chris Brady</strong> on <strong>02-06-2009, 23:40:56</strong>
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				Stripping off his shirt and tossing it aside, he strides a couple of steps and pick up a pair of towels.&nbsp; He wipes himself down quickly, but once he's done with himself he starts to dry the girl off.&nbsp; And begins to remove her clothes in the process!&nbsp; The bonnet is first as he rubs her long dark hair, and next is her top...<br><br>He's brusque but gentle, and impersonal.&nbsp; Although he could easily fondle her body and perhaps he is in his own way, instead the tall 'criminal' is simply working her over.&nbsp; Despite his outward impassivity, his mind works rapidly, judging, admiring and approving of his prize's figure.&nbsp; She'll do nicely, physically, but mentally, she's probably going to need a lot of training.&nbsp; A quick scan around his one room, two story home, a former craftsman's shop when there was a village here before they moved closer to the river, it's not really meant for more than three people and as it is he's converted mainly to him and his stuff.<br><br>All the while he's continuing to remove the girl's articles of clothing and tossing them aside.&nbsp; Soon he'll have her completely naked.&nbsp; And at this point, he may as well as draw a bath for the both of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Little Red (Chris Brady &amp; Supersonic) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elektra</strong> on <strong>11-06-2009, 19:50:11</strong>
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				Scarlett shivered uncontrollably during the stripping. She wanted to run but she was frozen to the spot and unable to move. Even her vocal cords were frozen. Her body was so tensed and prepared for trauma that when he removed the last of clothing but made no move to rape her she whimpered in confusion. <br><br>She had never been completely naked in front of a man before and she felt herself flush with embarrassment and shame as he stared at her naked for him. She finally moved trying to cover her large breasts with her arm but they over flowed despite her best attempts. Her other hand went to the venerable flesh between her thighs covering it from his view. <br><br>“Please let me go” She finally whispered as her big blue eyes flooded with more tears. <br>
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