Thread: The Lycan Uprising (Javorcek x SweetSin)

See more Alex waited, as patiently as she could for someone that was so hungry. This human was weird, focusing on something so silly as flowers. Youd think she was a little old woman, acting the way she was. And apparentlyshe was! Alex blinked in surprise as the whole garden erupted into blossoming flowers. Only Mages could do such tricksand they were supposed to be extinct, wiped out centuries ago by the Vampires. Part of her wanted to runVampires tell wolves scary stories about Mages. It made the Lycans fear thembut youd probably be afraid too if someone told you that Mages used Lycan hearts in their most powerful spells, that they used the bones of pups to stir their cauldrons. Butwellif the Mage wanted to kill her, she could have already done so. She had saved Alex and so, Alex owed her her life she supposed. So she followed after the human like a little puppy dog, trailing after her all the way down to the basement where she could smell food. The young wolf accepted the leg and nodded her thanks before retreating with her prize. She went out into the yard so that she wouldnt make a mess on the floors and then sat down with the massive doe leg infront of her. It was still bloody and raw even though this form could digest such a thing, her teeth and jaw would grow tired of all the tearing and chewing. So she used up the last bit of energy she had to shift forms, to turn into the monstrous grey wolf that sent humans running. She herself found the form quite beautiful, she didnt know what all the hubbub was about whenever humans accidentally stumbled upon her. Her Lycan form was 8 feet even from nose to tail. Usually her grey fur was beautiful and soft to the touch, but now it was matted and dirty with her own sweat and blood. With a mouth full of ferocious fangs and incredibly sharp claws on her paws, Alex was built for killing. Prey was not going to get away from her! Her arms were long enough that she could easily go onto all fours and chase down a fleeing animal. She was barely listening to the Mage every time the other woman passed by her, she was too intent on shoving as much delicious meat and cool blood into her mouth as she possibly could. Alex felt much better now that she had food in her belly, but she knew better than to as for more more. The Mage had been right, if she stuffed herself full, she was just going to make herself sick. So once she had stripped the dear leg down and cracked the bones open in order to get out the marrow, she took a breather. Of course all that work had left her fur a mess. Blood and bone pieces were much easier to get off of skin than out of fur, so she shifted back into her human form and tried her best to get clean. Thoughgetting clean involved her rolling around in the grass and letting the soft blades comb out the blood and marrow from her skin. Hah! Clean! Exceptfor all the dirt on her skin and grass in her hair. At least it was better than blood and animal parts. YesMistress Alex murmured when told shed have to bathe after eating. Shed never had a Mistress before, the word felt strange on her lips. Usually she was kept by men, they were the ones that seemed to be so fascinated by blood sports like pitfighting. With that, she took her leave and headed off to the bathroom. It had been a long time since she had had a proper shower and it took her a little bit of fumbling around with the knobs before she figured out how to make the thing go. Most of her baths involved a garden hose, but this was much- better. When she was finished scrubbing her slowly healing wounds clean, she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Green eyes surveyed her reflection in the foggy mirror and she grimaced a bit at what she saw. Her cheeks were hollowed and her ribs showed so easily if she breathed too deeply. Her body was covered in black and blues, as well as wounds that were no longer bleeding, but would definitely scar. Alex wrapped a towel around her nude body, and then padded out towards the bedroom where her clothes were supposed to be. She tugged on the jeans and tank top, then ran her fingers through her hair to get out some of the tangles and make it look a little nicer. Even werewolves could be a bit vain from time to time. Once she was finished and looked a little less haggard, she followed the scent of her new Mistress back outside and into the garden And there she knelt down, quiet, out of the way, and waiting.