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Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and DareToDream)

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.
Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and DareToDream)

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.
Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and 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 wasnt as pulled together as hed 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 510 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 didnt surprise him when he thought about it. Hed 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 didnt sit very well with him at that moment on one hand, he hadnt 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.
Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and DareToDream)

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.
Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and 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 hed 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 waters 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 couldnt 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. Thats 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.
Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and DareToDream)

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.
Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and 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.
Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and DareToDream)

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.
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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.
Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and DareToDream)

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.
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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 couldand 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 didnt 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.
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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.
Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and 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 didnt 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 wouldnt 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 wasnt scared of her.
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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?
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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 dont have clothes to wear? he asked softly. That thought didnt 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 wasnt 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 Id ever felt. The last thing I remember was them biting me and waking up here. Where is here and why are we here?