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Who's Afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?

Jan 24, 2012 15:49

Fucking demons getting more and more bold. If I had been training Shox we would have been fighting these together. The fact that he isn't here makes me fight with even more fury!

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wi11i4m_c January 26 2012, 08:51:08 UTC

I snarl and bare my fangs at him. "Wasn't my meal." Since I can't get into a fight with the Demons he just killed I guess he can take their place.

I extend my claws and flex my fingers as I look him over. "I bet that blade has seen the blood of my kind before." I give a growl as I start to circle him. "Why don't you put it down and see how good you are without it."

miles_mcm January 26 2012, 12:22:38 UTC

I raise an eyebrow at him, "Well I wouldn't use this against your kind anyway," my knife disappears and a longer one dipped in silver appears in my hand, "this is what I would use against your kind."

He continues to circle me and I turn to face him, "Without it I would make but a puny meal for you. I have no fight with you wolf."

Even through his anger, there is something quite vulnerable about his eyes. I do not wish to kill or even harm him, he is entirely too beautiful.

wi11i4m_c January 26 2012, 13:37:59 UTC

I keep my eyes on that silver sword of his and tighten my circle up a bit as I turn back and go the other way.

I know I am dangerously close but I'm waiting for an opening as he turns and follows my circle. "To bad cause I have fight with you."

Then I smell Marius. I stop and look back toward the end of the alley and sure enough he steps into the dim light there. I move and step back more into the shadows but I know he has seen me.

William!

He snarls out my name and I know he is pissed. I growl in anger giving a last glare at the guy with the sword then I take form and run.

miles_mcm January 26 2012, 13:44:45 UTC

I can sense this other wolf is an alpha-male, and the beautiful one, William, is in trouble. The larger wolf takes off after him paying me no attention. I jump and slice him across his back and he goes down howling in pain, but he won't stay down long.

Disappearing into the ether I track William, he is fast. Finding him I reach out of the ether and grab him only to push him back out in a forest that is protected by us. He turns and growls and I hold my knife in front of me, "Your friend took a hit from this for you. He's wounded but will heal. Why was he after you?"

Why I am getting involved or even care I am not exactly sure. All I know is there is something about this wolf, something I feel I want, need, to know.

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miles_mcm January 28 2012, 06:18:27 UTC

I turn and look at him, "Something or someone that when you look at them or think of them one feels an overwhelming need to recreate them, for me it is on canvas. Others sketch or sculpt, or even write. Poems, music..."

I walk back towards him, "You make me want to paint again even though I do not know you," I look into his eyes, "something about your eyes... there is something there I want to capture on canvas."

Shaking my head I chuckle, "I suppose I sound like a right creep to you."

wi11i4m_c January 28 2012, 06:30:46 UTC

When he looks into my eyes and talks it's intense and I feel a heat deep in my belly that isn't exactly unpleasant but at the same time is extremely uncomfortable causing me to catch my breath.

I take an involuntary step back and stammer. "N-n-o..." I blink a few times and swallow. "You want to paint me?"

miles_mcm January 28 2012, 06:34:04 UTC

I nod, "Very much. You are quite beautiful yes, but there is more," I look into those deep pools of brown, "your eyes say so much yet keep it hidden at the same time. I find painting helps me capture that. It's like capturing a mystery in your hand. You may never solve it, but it's intrigue will be with you forever."

wi11i4m_c January 28 2012, 06:50:42 UTC

It feels like he is looking into my very soul, tugging at the darkness that resides there, the confusion. The sensation is almost like he is picking at a scab, strangely pleasant and painful at the same time. Baring the wound.

I kind of feel trapped as I stare back into his eyes unable to look away. I want to see what he sees. I speak softly as if what I say is a shameful thing. "You can if you want. Paint me I mean."

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wi11i4m_c January 28 2012, 15:08:55 UTC

I try to sit as still as I can in the position he has me in. I'm not used to being still. It doesn't help that I am looking directly up at him.

At first I watch him work. His eyes flit from what he is doing to me and back again over and over. I study the concentration on his face and wonder at how he has the patience for this. I wish I could see what he was actually painting.

Soon my mind starts to wander off and think about how he called me beautiful and stunning. I haven't felt that way since Marcel. I felt that brief instance of it when putting on the robe but now the longer I sit here the more I start to feel like an object. Like what I was to Marcel and have been to others. Those thoughts bring me back to a dark place and I don't like being there with my dark thoughts.

I start to fidget and he looks down to me from where he is painting. "I need to stretch."

miles_mcm January 28 2012, 15:27:33 UTC

My God he makes a perfect subject, just rifling with life! I get so caught up in trying to capture his mood that I loose track of how long I have had him sitting. When he says he needs to stretch I apologize.

"Oh yes, I'm sorry. Yes, please take your time."

I look back at the canvas, "Oh William, this - this is going to be," I look back at him, "thank you William. But... there is still something," I bite my lower lip, "would you... I would like to get to know you... I can't do this painting correctly just by admiring your beauty."

Taking a step closer to him I continue, "And not just because I want to paint you... I want to know you. I - I feel so drawn to you."

Whatever it is I see in his eyes - it draws me to him. I feel so strongly about that. Knowing him, learning what it is that draws me to him.

Looking down I fiddle with my brush before looking back at him and smile hopefully, "You drink coffee?"

wi11i4m_c January 28 2012, 15:50:52 UTC

His rambles pull me out of the darkness and back into the now. "Ummm yeah, I drink coffee."

I look up at him and I feel a little confused and disorientated emotionally.

miles_mcm January 28 2012, 15:57:24 UTC

I smile, "Great, here," I move back to the easel, "want to see what I have so far? Then we can go talk."

The painting is his eyes and radiating out to his hair line. His eyes do draw me in here as well but there is still something missing. "More of an outline right now, have to work on the coloring and emotion."

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miles_mcm January 29 2012, 03:39:38 UTC

"Oh damn you're hurt? OK, here just," I spread the robe out and turn to him averting my eyes, "get those pants off and let's get you some help. I'm really sorry you got hurt..."

He isn't hurt I can tell by his eyes, but there is something worrying him. I lower the robe as he is still dressed, "William? What's wrong?"

wi11i4m_c January 29 2012, 03:42:34 UTC

I look into his eyes as the decision goes back and forth in my head.

His eyes are what does it.

"I know Milo."

miles_mcm January 29 2012, 03:46:36 UTC

My mouth drops open and I move closer, "You do?! You know my Milo?!"

I'm smiling and taking his hands in mine, "Where is he? Take me to him, please!"

My heart is pounding and I'm full of happiness and excitement! My boy! He knows my boy!

wi11i4m_c January 29 2012, 04:00:04 UTC

His happiness is infectious and I smile back at him.

Then the reality of it sets in. Taking him to Milo isn't something I can do without telling him.

I squeeze his hands and try not to lose that happy feeling. It's been so long since I felt it.

"You need to know something first." I feel terrible for delaying his reunion as he looks at me. "Milo is Wolf like me. He's in my pack. Lord Christian's pack."

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miles_mcm January 30 2012, 03:39:24 UTC

Marcus gruffly escorts us to an office. I've not let go of William's hand, perhaps a safety blanket on my part. The entire time I can feel the large one's eyes on me. It is me he would tear limb from limb not William. I can not fault him, it was his mate I harmed.

We stop at a large door and Marcus leans in front of us and opens the door and tells us, "Move!". Yes, I would say he is pissed.

chr1st14n January 30 2012, 04:01:04 UTC

I put the phone down and turn back to Bart. I give him a nip on the back of his neck then lick his ear. I growl low in my throat with disappointment at being interrupted. "A visitor, possibly a relative of our young Milo."

I move against him pressing my cock deeper into him as I groan and chuckle in his ear. "Do you think I should finish up here first or save our finale till later."

bart_b_red January 30 2012, 04:03:47 UTC

I look back over my shoulder and growl, "Make them wait!"

Pressing my ass back I snarl at the feel of his thick cock stretching me. He has been fucking me for hours, not letting me cum, holding off his own. I need completion!

chr1st14n January 30 2012, 04:12:14 UTC

I snarl and moan as I pull my cock almmost out of him. "Spoken like a true lord my love."

I lean back and grab his hips tightly my nails digging into his flesh pulling his ass back on my cock slowly. "For that I'll let you come." I let go with one hand reaching it up to grab a handful of his glorious mane then proceed to pound him hard.

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