Night of the Wolves (Onica and DareToDream)

[Onica]

The number of years that had passed by had been long lost to her, as did the sense of time. Caged away for no reason by her captors, other then to guard them by day. Yet it seemed that the past few months she was not even being used for that. Locked away in the these damn cells that smelt like mold and stayed damp. Hands running over the collar around her neck which held her name engraved in it, Cross. Giving her time to think about the past and how all this started.

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She had been born in the middle of world war two, in the Nazi concentration camp of Auschwitz to a Gypsy mother and an army POW. The year of her birth was lost to even her. Mother dieing in child birth, Cross and her brother only being kept alive because of fact they where twins. Oh how Josef Mengele loved to experiment on twins which soon lead to the death of her twin brother. To young to recall how beside by fate alone Cross' father was able to escape with her in tow. Escapes from the camps were few, but not unknown. Few Auschwitz escapes that succeeded were made possible by the Polish underground inside the camp and local people outside.

With the war still raging on Cross found her younger years moving from spot to spot trying out run the Nazi soldiers trying to recover those that escaped. Their luck running out one night while hiding away in a local's barn, the farm attacked when the soldiers that were searching got news of there location. Cross' father once again getting away with his young child, only three at the time. Old enough to remember what happened that next that night.

The wood around that farm where thick. How could her father know there were worse things then Nazi's hunting in the forest that night. She remembered her arms around her father's neck as he felt to the ground, what ever had attacked her father from behind cutting into it. Her father's body covered her as she watched in fear as the werewolf looked back at her and ran off leaving her and her dad for dead. It would not be until she was older would she would find the clan of werewolves that night mistook her father for an Germany Soldier....clan was doing nothing more then guarding there land. Yet, it seemed that the hate for her own kind was born that night. They had left her for dead and killed her father the man that saved her.

Years would pass before Cross saved enough money and found enough information about her father to go to the states. About fourteen in age, being taken in by her father's brother and his wife. Trying her best to live a normal life, but finding it hard to do. She seemed to age slower then normal children, even if she was smarter then most her age. Finding out why on her sixteenth birthday when learned just what happened to her that night in the forest with her father. Learning about her curse as she turned for the first time. Leaving her family so after....

Her years after that where spent doing more or less two things. Trying to make it on her own and trying to find the werewolf that did this to her. And even then her luck never seemed to change. Only seventeen years ago the tan colored werewolf found herself caught. Her days now spent guarding vampires why the sleep.
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Cross' human body was thought to be small for her kind, earthen hued bangs framed a gorgeous face that harbored hazel eyes. The werewolf kept a slender body that seemed to curves in all the right places, strong muscles present but not seen An elegant hourglass figure topped with an ample, yet modest, bust. Her skin was lightly kissed by sun to give it a warm glow. Her cloths nothing more then rags after years of being slave driven by the clan of vampires that held clam over her. The years had given her time to control her wolven counterpart. Yet even then she was a lovely sight. Her coat is a even mix of light browns, creams fading into a white underbelly. She has white covering most of her face, belly, hands, lower arm, lower legs and feet. Her slightly longer mane staying a slightly darker brown that seems to fade evenly into the rest of her coat. She did not hold a treating look to her in that form, that is unless someone angered her in someway. Looking like nothing more then an average wolf standing up with more of a human build.

Sleeping eyes opening once she heard foot steps coming down the long stone hall way. The pail skin vampires looking into the pen that housed her, whispering to them selves before daring to enter. A sharp pain entering her neck as soon as they did and Cross' world turning black again before her eyes.

 

[DareToDream]

Adrian was old by human standards. About two hundred years old, give or take a year or two. He no longer remembered his birth, or even the year that he was turned, but he remembered how it happened. It was late at night and he’d just come in from the field, having worked the harvest that day for his father, who was ill in bed. He remembered entering the house, expecting to smell dinner cooking – his mom always had dinner cooking when he came in from the field - but instead he smelled blood. Lots of it. The inside of the house smelled like the barn did on butchering day and that thought had put Adrian on high alert. It didn’t take him long to find the first body. He almost fell in the blood when he came across it. His mother was half sprawled under the kitchen table, or at least the body of his mother. Her spirit had long fled her, escaping the horrors that were done to her body which was flayed from head to toe, one big gaping wound after another visible to his eyes. The vomiting came immediately as he stumbled passed her to the bathroom. That’s when he saw the second body – his father’s, also horribly ravaged. He had been dragged from his bed, torn asunder, and left sprawled against the wall, eyes still open and locked in terror. Adrian made it to the bathroom and vomited – a lot – and when he had finally gotten himself under control, he had gone back out there.

That’s when he met the creature that changed his life forever.

The wolf’s bite was painful and the loss of blood was severe enough that he had passed out. He awoke two days later, in a strange location and surrounded by strange men and women. His first change came three days later, brought on by a fight with another male in the camp, one that he won. Though only 20 at the time, Adrian began life again as a Lycan, a beast able to transform between human and wolf at will. He learned that his parents had been killed by a rogue wolf, which had also turned him with its bite. The rogue was on the run from its pack and had been captured and executed in that farmhouse. The pack members considered killing him also but instead decided to save him. He spent his first 100 years as a Lycan as a member of that pack, enduring two wars and other atrocities. He’d committed a few atrocities too, some of which he regretted. They were all in the name of survival though so he didn’t feel too badly about them. At least that’s what he told himself. Time passed differently for those of his kind though; they were nearly immortal and physically they barely aged once they were turned. The years began to take their toll and Adrian decided it was time to leave the pack. With his Alpha’s approval he set off to explore the world as a lone wolf, with only himself for protection and security.

In the grand scheme of things, it was one of his less intelligent decisions.

It turned out there were other powerful creatures besides Lycans walking the earth, creatures he’d never known about. If he had, he might have rethought his decision to leave the pack and set out on his own. There was power in numbers after all, a reality that he discovered that very afternoon, when he was attacked by five creatures that were thin and pale, yet possessed strength and power greater than his own, especially when it was combined. He’d been walking through the northern woods, getting ready to change into his lycan form and hunt, when he entered a clearing and was quickly surrounded. The hair on the back of his neck had risen immediately and no doubt his hackles would have too if he’d been in wolf form. He knew they wanted a fight but he’d tried to reason with them first. No sense shedding blood if he didn’t have too. Turns out Vampires, as they called themselves, don’t have blood, not like he did at least. And if they had, he wouldn’t have shed too much of it because they pretty much kicked his ass up one side and down the other. Yea, he’d gotten in a few hits but, after less than a half hour of fighting, he’d been bleeding profusely, getting wounded quicker than his body could heal, and was staggering. That’s when he’d discovered something else he’d wished he’d learned about in the pack.

The fact that silver could have a debilitating affect on his kind.

When he’d been down, but not out, the vampires had descended on him en masse, two holding down his legs and two holding down his arms. The fifth little bugger, Mr. Palest Bad Ass himself, had then snapped a silver collar around his neck. The pain was instant and swift, zapping him of any remaining fight, which of course was what they’d wanted.

Unfortunately, the silver didn’t prevent him from feeling the pain of their bites when all five vampires pierced his skin with their fangs. It was the last thing he felt before blackness took over.

 

[Onica]

Cross' head hurt, the air around her cold but clean. She could hear the wind blowing threw the trees, her eyes opening to find herself out side. The dirt grabbing onto her skin and clothes as she sat up, the night sky clear. The sound of running water not far from her, moving toward it as she stood up. Had they let her go? No they couldn't have, they wouldn't. Moving slowly threw the tree line and low brush, finding were the source of the sound was. A small lake, a low water fall flowing into it....quite the sight for sore eyes. Moving slowly up to it, looking down into the cold clear water. Taking no time to bend down to take a drink from it before moving on.

It did not take long to find that she trapped. Hand resting on that tall stone wall that sat before her, the wall itself was taller then the trees around her. She had thrown up a rock not long before that to find something clear made a roof over her head. No way out that she could see. Though she did not truly know how large the pen was. What she did know was the trees where real, the water was real, so was the ground she walked on. It was like the vampires had made a worthy environment for what ever werewolf they put in here. But why?

She could not smell any others of her kind around, not yet though. She could hear her brothers and sisters moving about outside the large enclosed area. Every now and then a long dawn out howl could be heard. It did not scare her, but it did make her move along the wall. Clawing at it some with human fingers. Not wanting to change, not yet.

 

[DareToDream]

The first thing he heard was the sound of birds chirping; next came the scuttle of little feet through the leaves. A sniff identified a rabbit and a squirrel, both nearby. The thought of prey made his stomach rumble and he realized he was hungry. No time for food now though, not when he’d just woken up flat on his back, staring up at a bright blue sky. A shift of his head distorted the sunlight a little and he squinted, staring harder at the sky above him. He shifted again and got the same distortion, like the light was reflecting away. He stared harder, studying the area above him, and that’s when he saw it – a clear substance in the sky, almost like a plastic bubble. Interesting, very interesting. Still not getting up off his back yet, he closed his eyes and let his senses roam out away from him, testing for dangers – from strong pale vampires or anything else. When he found nothing, he slowly rose to his feet. A quick check of his body showed that he was fully healed from his encounter with the vampires, which meant he’d been out for hours. His hands went to his neck immediately, seeking but not finding, the silver collar they had placed on him. That piqued his interest again.

Turning slowly, he saw what appeared to be a rock wall of some sort to one side so he wandered over to it. The wall was high, to tall and smooth to scale and not near enough to any trees to use them to get over it. Up close, he could tell that the plastic bubble appeared to reach the top of the wall. That meant some sort of enclosure or pen. Had the vampires attacked him simply to pen him up like a zoo animal? That thought brought forth a growl from deep inside his chest. He walked along the wall for a few minutes, running his hand across it as he moved, thinking about his predicament. He’d clearly been attacked, beaten, subdued, and then brought here…wherever here was…but he had no idea why. Shaking his head, he moved away from the wall, deeper into the nearby trees. His stomach rumbled again and he decided the time had come to hunt so he began to strip off his clothes as he walked. No sooner had his shirt come off though when he stopped suddenly, his body going rigid. He felt a pull deep within his chest, in the center of the magic that was Lycan, and it stunned him. He dropped to his knees immediately, bending over, hands on the ground to support himself, and took deep ragged breaths. He looked out into the forest then, his eyes bleeding yellow as the animal fought with his human nature, wanting release. Release would not come now though, he would not allow it. For he had just discovered something that far exceeded his need for food. He was not alone. And the company that he kept was his own……in a way. When a Lycan made another lycan, they were forever linked, their souls connected in a way that humans would never understand. They could feel each other when near, a pulse that called to the maker half of the pair. Adrian was feeling that pulse now. Somewhere out here was a lycan he had made and that bothered him, though he could not specifically say why. The pulse was very faint so he knew they weren’t immediately nearby which was good. It gave him time to pull himself together and, once done, he began to follow the pulse, determined to find out who else was with him in this pen.

 

[Onica]

He must have been put into the pen with her later in the night or early morning. Because she did not pick up his sent or feel that pull until she woke from a short nap she took.

Most of the night before spent walking along the wall, looking for a way out but she found none. Even testing the bubble that kept them and the world out side separated. Nothing. How she got into the place was a mystery, no sign of how the vampires even put her into this place. She had seen a few rabbits and squirrels, even a few birds and a deer it what had started to seem like an endless cage. Finding a make shift den at one corner which was something she was not use to. Hell most free werewolves lived some what normal lives, only coming into a forest like this when wolven nature needed release. But then again the vampires that had enslaved her had been somewhat old in there way of life and believes. It was only natural to them that a wolf would feel at home in the forest. They were right in a way, after all anything was better then the cell she had been caged in for god only knew how long.

Body resting in one of the few large oak trees inside the enclosure, most of the other trees being a mix of ash, birch, and other tall thin trees. A few willows next to the small lake. Watching the sun start to rise in the east over the wall, knowing the vampires where now heading to bed. It was then she caught the scent of another of her kind. Not outside the walls like all the rest where, no this one was in side the enclosure with her. She though maybe she had not seen him, after all the cage was rather large. Yet this one did not seem to be like the others she had been enslaved with. No, she too felt that pull. It scared her, not knowing why she felt it. After all she was still rather young for her kind. Made, not born. She still found herself learning about what she had became, learning something new everyday. Not knowing about the bond that was formed after a Lycan made another lycan. Not knowing that she would finally meet the one that made her face to face.

 

[DareToDream]

Adrian was walking for a few minutes before he suddenly rocked to a stop and glanced down, having felt body parts flowing in the breeze. A rueful smile crossed his face and he let out a hearty laugh. Apparently, he wasn’t as pulled together as he’d thought – he was still nude! Quickly backtracking to his pile of clothes, he dressed, shaking his head at his foolishness. It would have been quite the sight if he had tracked and found the other wolf that was out here with him, only to confront them in the nude. Not exactly the best way to make a first impression, he thought, chuckling at the vision it presented in his mind. Not that he was a bad looking man, mind you. Standing at approximately 5’10” and 200 pounds in human form, Adrian had a lean muscular build and was physically fit. Most werewolves were for that matter. His hair was a dark brown, cropped somewhat short (he was lazy about that) and, that day at least, he was sporting brown stubble. Still, though he might not be bad looking, that was still no reason to be walking around in the buff.

Fully dressed now, he paused and searched for the pulse, feeling it in his mind. He began to follow it again, moving slowly, in no hurry to confront the werewolf that he had made. He was curious about them though. While he knew it was possible to turn a human, he never had confirmation that he had done so over the centuries, though it didn’t surprise him when he thought about it. He’d been in enough skirmishes with humans that were enemies over the years that anything was possible. Clearly, at least at one time, he had turned a human and not realized it. That idea didn’t sit very well with him at that moment – on one hand, he hadn’t killed someone he had clearly attacked or fought with but on the other hand, not knowing he had turned them meant that they had experienced what it meant to be a Lycan without anyone to guide them. He would not have wished that on anyone, least of all someone he turned.

He shook his head at that thought. No sense dwelling on the past. He could fix things now, find his fellow werewolf and talk to them. Maybe figure out why they were in this pen together and work to get out of it. Somehow, he doubted it would go that easily but he had to try at the very least. Moving through the trees quietly, he noted the various forms of vegetation around and heard the smaller animals scurrying from his path. He smiled at that, knowing he would eat later. For now, he searched.

 

[Onica]

Wall, Wall....yet another wall. She could not move that far it seemed with out running into one. Even if the pen was rather large, larger then she was normally allowed to roam. She knew that sooner or later she would have to meet the other of her kind that was in here with her. Every now and then that feeling along with the scent would grow closer. Meaning who ever this werewolf was they where following her. She did not like that idea, even more so seeing there where not that many places she could go to hide from who ever this was.

Finally finding herself back at the lake, and the water fall. Giving her an idea. It took a little bit of time but she finally got behind the small water fall. Waiting, watching for who ever was following her to show themselves. It would pay off soon enough it seemed. Watching what looked like a male human pass by, stopping for a minute. But his scent gave him away, the fact that she had never seen him before make her hair stand on end. A low growl leaving her as her eyes flashed gold for a minute. Seemed that the rumors where true about these pens. Built for breeding, giving them a more "homely" atmosphere to do what they had to so they could bare pups for the vampires to use as guards. Easier to bring a pup up and teach it what they wanted to know rather then catch a wolf and tame it then teach it...hoping it would not turn and bite the hand that feeds it.

Yet she still did not know what this felling was, this pull. Backing up some as the male looked toward the water fall.

 

[DareToDream]

Adrian followed the pulse, walking steadily through the woods, getting closer with each passing moment. The other wolf was moving too, always away from him, almost as if they were aware of the pulse also, and that surprised him. In his 200 years as a Lycan the number of times he’d heard of the pulse working both ways he could count on one hand. It was rare and when it happened, it meant an unusually strong bond between the maker and the made. That gave him pause and he actually stopped for a moment to consider what that meant. At some point, he had clearly made the werewolf that was out here with him, and the bond was a strong one, though he had no idea why. He didn’t even know who the individual was that he had made. Shaking his head at the mystery, he continued walking again.

Sometime later, he heard the sound of running water and paused, sniffing the air. Sure enough, the smell of water was present and he was suddenly very thirsty. He moved towards the sound, slipping from tree to tree, now being more cautious. The pulse had stopped moving and was very close by, almost as if the other wolf was waiting for him. He finally stepped through the trees and emerged into a clearing, stopping when he saw the small lake before him and the gorgeous waterfall. Under any other circumstances, he thought the area would be very romantic but when trapped in a pen of some sort, with a wolf he made sometime in his past, it didn’t have quite the same feeling. He tried to focus in on the pulse but it seemed to be muffled, almost like it was shielded somehow. Shaking his head, he moved forward and knelt at the water’s edge, cupping a handful of liquid and drinking deep.

He took a few more handfuls before sitting back on his butt and relaxing for a second. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the pulse then, trying to figure it out. It was clear that the other wolf was nearby but he couldn’t pinpoint exactly where. Getting up, he paced around the edge of the lake and entered the woods on the other side briefly, returning when it was obvious that he was walking away from the pulse. Coming back t the water, he stopped and looked out over it. That’s when he felt it – a hard pulse that tugged at him. He narrowed his eyes, seeing nothing but the waterfall, when the pulse came again. He glanced around the waterfall, seeing nothing unusual…..at first. Leaning forward a little, he saw what appeared to be scuff marks on the ground now, marks that led up to the edge of the falls. Suddenly he stood up straight, realizing where the other wolf was. “You can come out from behind the waterfall” he called out. “I know you are there.” He waited calmly to face his pen mate.

 

[Onica]

Watched as the male came into few, he was not bad looking. He clothes where not torn to rags like her's was giving it away that he had not been in the care of the vampires long. Yet still the feeling he gave her make the hair on the back of her neck stand up. Eyes narrowing as she saw him take a few drinks before moving on. About to leave the safety of the water fall when she saw him move on. Yet moved back when she felt that pull coming back.

It felt like her heart stopped when he called her out of her hiding place. A low growl leaving her lips as she lowered herself. Maybe he would go away but it did not seem like he would.

Everything would seem to grow quite. The birds and other animals seemed to know what was about to happen, maybe he could feel it to. But it would not take long for the girl to show herself. Even if it was not like he would have wanted. The large wolf showing herself from behind the water, no longer the human form that was hiding. Bright gold eyes looking at the male before she launched at him. She was larger then the male's human form but she would be about a foot smaller then his own wolf form. Light colored fur seemed to cover her body, changed more out of fear of this new male rather then rage.

 

[DareToDream]

Adrian stood by the water, waiting for the other to emerge. The pulse was strong now, beating regularly, calling to him, like to like. The strength of the pulse made it clear where they were and he waited as anticipation wrapped around him in an icy grip. Time passed slowly with no movement from behind the water but he found that patience was easy in this matter when normally he was not a patient person. He stood inhumanly still, not an inch of his body moving at all, eyes never leaving the falls. Waiting for destiny to emerge and enter his life, a thought what both dreaded him and pleased him.

More time passed when suddenly the pulse flared, bright hot in his mind, its heat blasting across his nerve endings, making them sing. He realized what it was a moment before the large wolf leaped out of the waterfall and across the water, bearing down on him in its furry glory. A growl ripped from his throat as he dove to the side, his were reflexes kicking in immediately. He hit the ground hard and rolled, coming to his feet as he stripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. Putting distance between himself and the other wolf, he quickly stripped his pants and boxers and finally faced them in full frontal nudity.

Another growl ripped from his throat before he dropped to his hands and knees and called forth his change. For some weres, the change took a while but for Adrian, 200 years of practice made perfect and within moments, he was in his were form. Standing face to face, only space separating them, he watched her through yellow canine eyes flecked with brown. His sleek dark brown fur covered his body thickly and his hackles stood on end as he bared his teeth and growled again, the rumble filling the field, slamming into the other wolf. In wolf form he was taller and broader then the other wolf, a woman according to his nose. That was a mistake, little one he sent from his mind. Now you are mine. With that, he pounced, leaping through the air at her.

 

[Onica]

Would have tried to claw him, maybe bit down on the male that tried to undress before her in a hurry. Not caring to study his body...backing off only as he changed. There was something about the way a werewolf changed that was mystifying even for there own kind to watch. His growl seemed to have her back up once again, the larger male wolf almost towering over the smaller female. It was unsure if she heard him or not. Maybe she didn't know about this metal link or maybe she didn't care, it was unclear. One thing was clear how ever, she did not seem to know him and she didn't want him in the same cage as her.

The younger, light colored fur wolf launching herself at the larger male. Claws aimed at his chest and fangs aimed at his throat. There was no fear in her eyes when she did this, seemed that this one still had much to learn about there kind.

 

[DareToDream]

In were form, Adrian the human faded from consciousness, replaced by his beast, that creature of raw emotion, strength and instinct. Another growl ripped from his throat as he saw the other wolf leap to meet his charge. They met in mid air, their jaws and claws snapping and slashing at each other immediately. When they hit, his size and weight drove her to the ground fast, landing with a loud thump. He rolled away immediately, snapping one last time, and put distance between them. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to attack, maim, kill but he held back. The pulse that he had felt earlier was back, calling to him louder now, reminding him that the other wolf was made by him. He pawed the ground, growl after growl rolling off his body, wanting to attack but holding back.

 

[Onica]

She felt them meet, but things did not work out as she hand planned. Feeling the hard ground slam into her as she was pinned to the ground for a minute. Slowly getting up as she shook her head. Clearly taking her time to gain some focus back as the smaller wolf tried to get back to her feet. Staying on all four for a minute before daring to stand again. Her golden eyes meeting that of the male. A part of her seemed to know him, but she could not place where. Like him she could feel that pulse between them, even if she didn't know what the meaning of it was. Listening to the growls the other made, lowering herself back down to all four as she backed up from him some.

Her body lowered, she drew her lips back and her ears ears flatten against her head. The young female placing her tail between halfway between her legs, back arched slightly. Looking up at him as she backed away even more. Sure she wanted to fight, but she was smart enough to know she would not gain anything from it. Knowing that she was easily out powered by the way she was just pinned only moments before.

 

[DareToDream]

He watched her careful, growls rumbling from his throat steadily, letting her know he could attack again at any moment. When she stood on two legs, his growling deepened, became more threatening but he did not stand with her. He let it be known that four legs or two, he could…and would….take her if necessary. The pulse continued to pound into his skull, sharp little jabs of awareness that awakened craziness in him that he didn’t like. He dropped the loudness of his growls as she dropped back onto all fours, then brought them to a halt as she submitted to him, her ears going flat and her tail tucking between her legs.

He stared then, his chest heaving but his growls silent, just watching her. His were brain knew only this moment, this time between them and nothing else. He would have to change again if he hoped to communicate with her, to try and understand why they were in this pen together but for now, he held back, wanting to get a better sense of her. Padding forward softly, making no sound as he trod upon the ground, he approached her. Reaching her side, he pushed his head forward and snuffled her neck, taking in her scent and storing it deep inside him. He then padded around her to sniff her rear before coming up on her side. He nipped her lightly, sure now that she was made from his actions sometime in the past. A low rumble pushed from his chest then, not a growl really, just a welcoming rumble, and then he trotted towards his clothes, standing over them. The next move was hers.

 

[Onica]

Her golden eyes never left him, keeping him in her sight at all times as he walked up to her. Her head lowering some as he drew closer, the growls she made quite. Letting him draw in her scent as his nose brushed against the fur on her neck, taking the time to try and take in his scent as well. It was almost like she knew him from somewhere, but she could not place the male. His scent almost drawing her closer to him like the pull she felt inside her mind. Sitting down almost as he went around to sniff at her rear, her eyes still following him as he came around the other side of her. The nip making her give a light yelp as she stood on all fours and moved away from him some. Watching closely as he moved to his clothes, getting the idea that he felt it was time to turn back into there birth forms.

Knowing her own clothes where nothing more the scraps of cloth left behind the falls. She would have nothing to put on as soon she would turn back out here in the open. Facing him some before laying down and rolling over some as if to scratch an unwanted itch on her back before rolling back onto her belly.

 

[DareToDream]

He watched her antics as she rolled in the dirt and leaves, going onto her back and then her front. He had no idea what she was doing and didn’t care. The time had come for him to change and he did, letting the power of his creature roll through him, changing wolf to human. He was crouching on the ground now, his knees and hands on his clothing. Human to wolf, aware that if she so chose, she could lunge for him and possibly hurt him as he would not be able to change back again so quickly. When she made no immediate move to do so, he quickly slipped his boxers on, exposing himself to her for only a second, then pulled his pants on. He was about to slip his shirt on when he paused, glancing at the waterfall.

She had changed when behind it, so any clothes she had were back there, not here with her. He glanced down at his shirt then up to her wolf form, realizing that in her current wolf size, she would be a short human. His shirt might be long enough to give her some privacy until she could go behind the waterfall and change. Balling his shirt up, he tossed it to her, watching it fall at her feet and slide across the ground a little. “Take it” he said, aware that the wolf wouldn’t understand the words but would pick up on his gentle tone. “It will give you some privacy after you change. We must talk.” With that, he did perhaps the riskiest thing he could do right then. He turned his back on her so she could have some privacy for her change. His skin prickled at this vulnerable position but he wanted to do it, to let her know he respected her privacy and to let her know he wasn’t scared of her.

 

[Onica]

It did not take her long to close the gap between her and the shirt he threw toward her. Not wasting anytime to change back into that lovely human form of her's and quickly threw on the shirt he had been wearing before. Truth be told it was the first real article of clothing she had gotten in a long time. A sly smile playing across her face as she looked down at her feet then back to him, "Its okay, you can look now." Waiting for him to turn a face her before once again speaking, "Don't think your getting your shirt back anytime soon. Have to say its nice wearing real clothes after so long."

His shirt seemed to fit her like a small dress, just long enough to cover what was needed to be covered yet still showing off her rather long slider legs. Dark hazel eyes looking over her new pen mate, getting a better look at him now that the falls where not distorting her view. He was not that bad looking, the male could have been worse....a lot worse from the werewolves she had seen around her. But that was something that did pop into her head right away. She never seen him around the vampire's manor before. "Take it your new around here?"

 

[DareToDream]

He turned slowly when she called to him and sucked in his breath when he saw her human form for the first time. She was short but not to short, with brownish hair that framed a beautiful face and hazel eyes. Her figure was slender and lithe, curving in all the right places. His shirt clung to her enticingly, bringing a smile to his face as he admired what he saw. “That shirt looks far better on you than it ever did me” he said, grinning ear to ear. His eyes traveled up her long slender legs before rising to her face again, her words registering for the first time. “You don’t have clothes to wear?” he asked softly. That thought didn’t sit well with him for some reason.

Her next words caused him to cock his head slightly, a Were mannerism coming out even though he was in human form. He was new around here, having just been jumped the other day, but the question implied that she wasn’t and that confused him. He knew of no werewolves in captivity and this pen definitely represented that. It also dawned on him that she had no idea who he was or what he represented to her. He studied her more, trying to place her, to figure out when and where he made her but he was drawing a blank. He decided now was not the time to broach that subject with her. “You take it correctly” he said, a small part of him getting a perverse pleasure out of the particular phrasing of his response. “I was getting ready to hunt in a forest somewhere when 5 creatures attacked me and subdued me. When they put a metal collar around my neck, I felt more pain than I’d ever felt. The last thing I remember was them biting me and waking up here. Where is here and why are we here?”

 

[Onica]

"Now why don't I believe that for a second?" Her words a little cocky as she commented right after he told her that his shirt looked better on her then it did him. It was a little long on her, but not to long. A little smile crossing her face as she watched him look her over. Her head raising up a little as she did so. Long brown hair falling over her shoulders as she turn her head slightly as if to try and give him a better view. Yet his question kinda caught her off guard, "I don't know a vampire alive that would give his watch dog clothes to wear just to have them torn off when we change. After all we normally don't have time to undress when we turn."

As soon as his head cocked to the side Cross would fix her pose, even going as far as to start walking over to him. She knew by the way he acted that her comment took him by surprise, something that did not surprise her. It only answered her question and his following comment confirmed it. Stopping only when she saw him looking her over once again. "I can't remember the last time I was on a hunt....on wait I've been here for god only knows how long. Hard to keep time down in the cells so I have to say this is a nice change. But yes the vampires are good at that. I just don't know why they would put you in here right of the back. Normally the new guys well go threw obedience training before being paired with a female some never get paired. They must have been watching you for some time and like what they saw."

 

[DareToDream]

Her words confused him further and he narrowed his eyes, causing his forehead to crinkle. Vampire? He wasn’t familiar with that name though he suspected that was what had jumped him yesterday. Beastly creatures, which was funny given he was a beast. Watch dog? That one he didn’t understand at all. He knew what it meant but he did not understand why a vampire would use a werewolf as a watch dog much less why a werewolf would allow it. Though he suspected, if yesterday was any demonstration, that he had a better idea. Her last comment perplexed him even further though. He had full command of his change, deciding when and where it happened, but he knew that 200 years of experience gave him a control that some didn’t have. He’d also been taught how to control his magic, to tame the beast instead of the other way around. It hit him then that this woman, whom he had made, must not have had that same kind of training and that caused him pain because it normally comes from the one that makes you or their pack and that didn’t happen. He hadn’t known she existed until this moment. If he had, things might have been different.

He watched her approach him, his eyes dropping to her waist and noting the sway of her hip then rising back to look at her. Something about the way she moved, all lithe motion and tender curves, sped his heart up and he swallowed hard. The words that came from her next also confused him. Clearly, he was out of his element here and needed information badly. He slowly sat on the ground, crossing his legs under him and motioned for her to do the same. “Please, sit” he murmured. “I have been a free wolf for many, many years. Everything you’re saying to me makes no sense so I need more information to better understand it. Information you have apparently. Why are you a vampire watch dog? Why do they need them? Why…well, why everything.” He laughed lightly. “Please, explain further.” He decided to withhold the information of who he was to her for now.