Post by Steinerman on May 23, 2010 21:57:42 GMT -5
Robert stared down at Wroley, lying on the floor, not quite shivering from the wet fur, but close. He frowned, unsure of what to do. To do anything that might be able to dry her fur would seem...odd, romantic perhaps. He shook his head, this new-found friend was a conundrum. part of her seemed...interested in him romantically.
That or I'm a bloody fool imagining things...
And the other part seemed to want something more from him, maybe. Everything seemed jumbled in his mind. But his mind was made up, at the simplest, he could provide warmth with his larger body. And it was that simple.
Carefully, so carefully, he gently lay down next to Wroley, curling around her deftly, their fur barely brushing. Close enough to share their body heat, but hopefully also far enough away to not send any...presumptuous messages. "If you're uncomfortable, you have only to say, Wroley. forgive me, but you looked cold. And two bodies are better than one for warmth."
He deftly lay his head down next to hers, eyes slanted as far to the side as they could go to watch her own. Now to see if he'd just done something horribly wrong, or possible something right.
Wroley shivered slightly as she felt his body close in on hers and curl around it. She stiffened at his touch, taken by surprise that he would take such initiative. Though if he wanted to keep her warm...
As he finished speaking, she scrambled backward to press against him, her spine against his belly, her tail between his rear paws, fluffy from being newly dried. She looked down slowly at the top of his head, wet fur behind his ears glistening in what moonlight got through to the cave. She slowly licked at the fur, brushing it backward to remove the moisture and warm the skin beneath. When he was dry, she rested her neck over his and spoke softly, almost a whisper, in his ear, "You needn't apologize. I'm quite used to a gentleman's touch and company."
She grinned and closed her eyes, slowly and gently wagging her tail reassuringly before opening her eyes again and setting her head down in a more relaxed position next to his, her neck fur over his fore-paws. Pressing in even closer, if it were possible, Wroley began to wonder what the next move would be. She was not about to throw herself at the man, and curling up with him for the evening should have been good enough for her.
But was it?
Her mind was racing now, along with her heart, pumping warmth through her body that came from something other than Robert's body heat. Was she interested in him? Definitely. Would she act on it? Not yet. In this situation she could do little but talk with him, so that was what she would do, "You're quite warm, Beowulf. I hope I can offer you something in return." There. The seed was placed. He would do with it as he felt necessary, and somehow, for the first time, that was good enough for her.
Post by Steinerman on May 23, 2010 22:29:55 GMT -5
Robert's entire body shuddered at her suggestion. To say that he was definitely enticed by the offer was an understatement. But something fought that urge. The slow, older part of him, tied to a woman long-dead. It was she who had taught him how to be more human than beast, and she that taught him what little he knew about the opposite gender.
Though it took much of his will to resist the offer, he sadly shook his head. "You have nothing to repay me for, Wroley." He paused, his voice slowing considerably, dropping to almost a whisper. "What you offer is something I would very much like. But that is the mere beast in me wishing for lust." His body shuddered a second time as he slowly kept control of it away from the animal within.
"the man in me, however, does not wish that. I will not take advantage of my savior in that way, no matter the strength of the urges." he let his his rest gently, eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of her body so close.
His voice came again, whisper-quiet. "A long time ago, a woman told me something. "The Beast lusts, but the man loves." Every day I remind myself that I am a man, not a beast. I greatly enjoy your company, Wroley. And I can say honestly that I would love to get to know you better, to spend more time with you. But..." He paused, fighting his body once again.
Jennifer listened to him, her ears twitching as his voice grew quieter, enjoying the raspy whisper the emanated from his throat. So he truly was a gentleman. A kind and virtuous man who wanted little more from her than her company. How...odd. No, odd wasn't the right word. She pondered for a moment more, Exciting. Yes. That was the word she had wanted to use. He was exciting? Why? Because he did not want her for things that most men wanted. Because he was different. Because he was new and strange to her. Her body would not allow that to be enough, however, and she turned her head slightly to look at him, her tongue licking his cheek slowly.
"I suppose for the most part." She pointed her nose to the fur on her belly, "Never does dry very well on its own." But she was warmer now. Warm enough to be playful at least. She edged away from Robert's body ever so slightly and rolled onto her back, her head still next to his, and wiggled around for a moment, laying still only when her side was curved into his soft abdomen. She let her mouth fall open, her expression somewhat humorous now that she was upside-down, and grinned up at him.
Her wet white fur let show the pink skin underneath and she sighed loudly as it began to mat itself together, "It's a shame that I can't reach." She scrabbled at her stomach with her rear paws, scratching it heavily, "It does so itch when it's wet." She turned her face toward the mouth of the cave just as a short flash of lightning and a murmer of thunder broke the still of the rainy night. The she-wolf closed her eyes slowly, not falling into sleep, but rather enjoying the sound of the rain outside. Her tail was tucked up between her rear legs, keeping the thinnest part of her abdomen warm, and her paws rest on her chest or in a relaxed position, stretched out just barely. Enjoying the feel of Robert's soft belly fur on her shoulder and flank, she sighed contentedly. Perhaps being out for the evening would not be so bad after all.
Robert stared down at Wroley's playful smile, a tiny hint of confusion gleaming in his eyes for the briefest of moments. but then the moment was past and he smiled, the expression returning easily to his face.
In an instant, he too rolled over and stared at the sky from a view now upside-down. A low, rumbling chuckle emanated from his throat, echoing and reverberating through the cave. He closed his eyes, taking in the sounds and smells of the world.
For his first visit back to his home in two centuries, it hadn't been as bad as he feared. He wasn't dead yet, and had met a woman who had nearly taken his breath away at first sight.
He lay there, eyes closed, face turned upwards towards the cave ceiling, enjoying the soft pitter-patter of the rain and the deep, cavernous roars of thunder.
"So," He began softly, voice tinged with curiosity. "Jennifer, or Wroley, if you wish. How long did you spend as a full human before being bitten? If I may be so bold as to ask." He questioned, curious as to how she'd come to be a werewolf.
"I myself was born into the Ironwill pack, though my mother was in human form at the time, thankfully. To my knowledge a werewolf cannot birth a regular wolf child, though I've never heard of any who even thought of doing 'that'. I was human for only a few months before my mother bit me and the change took place. Was it the same for you? Or did you get to enjoy being fully human for a time?"
Jennifer listened quietly to his story and question, sliding back over to her side slowly, quietly contemplating how best to answer him. Finally she decided that the full truth was probably the best thing at this point and turned her eyes toward the mouth of the cave as she began, "I lived an average life until I was about seventeen years old. Before then, when I was fifteen, my father was killed by other werewolves when he got in the way of our cattle. After that, it was my job to care for the herd. I never once saw them or lost a calf again, but I was out too late one evening and they got to me faster than I knew they were there. I think they were going to just kill me, but their leader sealed my wounds and just let me become..." She paused, unsure of how to continue, "This."
A gentle sigh escaped her and she turned back to gaze, smiling calmly, back at Robert, "I suppose you could say I was able to enjoy being human, but seventeen is terribly early to die." Stretching her rear legs out behind her, flat on the stone ground, she flopped back to her side, rolling back into her companion's soft fur. She was surprised at how easy it was for him to ignore her pushed up against him this way, even if it was just to keep warm, but a small part of her was glad for it. She was tired of being a plaything, ready for something more meaningful.
It was quiet for a long while, or what seemed to be a long while to her, and she rested her head on her forepaws, breathing in his smell, curled up against his softness, simply enjoying his presence before a thought came to her mind, "Do you ever wish you'd gotten a chance to be human? I mean, completely. The accursed moon doesn't allow for much normalcy."
Post by Steinerman on May 30, 2010 16:48:54 GMT -5
Robert's smile disappeared for a brief moment as he carefully pondered the question. He finally shook his head, "A hundred and fifty years ago, if I'd been asked that, then I would have answered "yes" I do wish I had been fully human. But now?" He paused, his memory flashing back to the work he'd done, the friends he'd made and lost.
"No, I cannot wish I was fully human. I live longer now, and am better able to care for my men and their families." He shook his head, a deep sadness in the movement. "A selfish part of me sometimes yearns to be human, but I can do more as a werewolf."
He frowned as he thought back to her story, "I had heard that some of the werewolves were attacking cattle, when I was still in the pack so long ago. But I didn't realize they were killing humans who got in their way." For a moment his mouth stayed open in silent protest, sickened by his former packmates' behavior.
"There are no words to express the anger I feel towards that action. To do that to an innocent human..." His mouth snapped shut with a audible click, his entire body rigid with a cold, vicious fury.
Jennifer nodded as he gave his answer to her question, understanding what he meant almost entirely. While her life had been stolen from her later than his, she could not imagine it being any different. Her lupine friends were too incredible to have gone without, though she could not say that she did not wish she could have been married by now. Sadly enough...that was incredibly unlikely. With a quiet sigh she acknowledged his irritation with the werewolves, ears twitching and flattening at the click his teeth made when his jaws shut. She ran her neck down his, from the back of his ears to his shoulders, in a soothing gesture, "Little can be done about it now, Love. I am what I am, and now I am no longer alone."
She nodded to herself, "But you are right. It is inexcusable. My father died a grisly death, and I could do nothing but watch. To become that creature myself..." She might have shed a tear then if she were human, but instead she whined shortly and put her head down on her paws, "It's maddening."
Post by Steinerman on May 31, 2010 19:01:04 GMT -5
Robert chuckled softly, "I know quite a lot about madness, actually. Don't give into it, Wroley, it is hell. What has been done cannot be undone, though actions can be taken to ensure it never happens to any other human again." He ended, voice dark and hard.
He paused for a moment, then turned his eyes playfully towards her, "Love?" He questioned with amusement. "Do my ears deceive me? Or did you just call me 'Love'?"
Jennifer nodded at his serious comments, hoping that he would perhaps stay with her. Help her. She wouldn't be able to do it all by herself, that much was certain. A soft sigh left her muzzle before she felt his eyes on her and heard his sweet voice again, questioning now. She flicked her ears quickly and slowly raised her head, a soft gaze in her eyes as she turned them toward his face. Her own muzzle turned down flirtatiously she blinked gently, "I did." She stretched her neck out slowly and licked at a slightly damp patch behind his elbow, allowing her tongue to take long strokes over the thinner fur.
She cocked her head at him, "It seemed fitting for our current...predicament." She nuzzled him under the chin with the top of her head softly. "Unless you would prefer that I not. In which case I suppose I can simply call you...Robbie." She winked at him, brushing her tail over his flanks and resting it over his stomach.
Post by Steinerman on May 31, 2010 19:52:20 GMT -5
Robert rolled his eyes and laughed, the deep sound echoing through the cave.
"Oh dear goodness, not Robbie. Anything but that." He said between fits of laughter. "That's what our doctor insists on calling me when she's annoyed. It's one of the most aggravating names I've ever been called, and I've been called many."
He laughed some more, his face alight with amusement. "No no, I'm quite fine with 'love' actually. Though it does seem...a tad early for such words. But, no, I like, very much so."
He raised his head and gently bumped his nose to hers, "Love," he said, testing the word on this tongue. "yes, I think I like that word very much."
Jennifer grinned as he began to laugh, then joined in herself, a playful sound joining his in the echoes of the cave, "Rob then." She giggled wolfishly and turned her head toward him, mouth open in a wide smile, just as his nose pressed against hers.
Slowly her mouth closed, but her lips were still slightly parted as he spoke the word slowly and commented on how he enjoyed it. She took pause for a second, unsure of how to handle her new situation, and then recoiled, pulling her chin against her neck, glad for her dark fur to hide her blush as she felt the warmth creep up her face and down her muzzle.
She licked his nose quickly and said in a near whisper, "As do I."
Flipping onto her side and pressing up against his warm belly yet again, she rested her neck on his shoulders and closed her eyes, suddenly tired in her very mind.
Post by Steinerman on May 31, 2010 22:02:42 GMT -5
Robert smiled warmly, enjoying the simple warmth of their bodies resting on each other. He rested his head on he ground, taking in the rich smells of the surrounding area.
Noticing she was falling asleep, he began a slow, soft hum. It carried no particular tune, just a slow, steady hum that gently change pitch, high and low. Steadily going lower and lower, quieter and quieter, until it was no more than a whisper in the darkness.
Jennifer heard the last words, a whisper, gentle on her ears just as she drifted into sleep with a smile on her face. She shifted her head around slowly, pulling her legs further beneath her and snuggling up close to her friend and beginning to dream.
The smell of tulips filled her nostrils, a sweet, powerful scent that was almost cold in feel. Her nose twitched a few times, taking in as much of the smell as she could at one time. Opening her eyes, she realized that she was in a field of them. Red, purple, yellow, pink, and even orange here and there. Laying in a flat bed of the tulips, she could feel the soft petals brushing over her pelt, gently patting her coat down flat and letting it shine in the bright summer sun. A soft breeze rustled the flowers and she twitched her ears to catch the sounds on the wind. There was a small berry nearby and she lapped it up with her tongue, enjoying the sweet flavor and cold feel as it slid down her throat.
And then another scent drifted in. One so new but so familiar. Picking her head up and looking over the tops of the tulips, Jennifer spotted him. Robert.
Yelping loudly, she leaped up. She ran to him, nuzzling her neck around his and licking his shoulder. She bounced up on her back legs and rested her front legs over his back, then playfully rolling over to his other side and wriggling around in the tulips. He stood over her then, and licked her nose as she paused, his eyes gentle and affectionate.
Just then, four young pups ran toward them, pure wolves, not like them, and leapt onto her belly, playing with her and Robert for quite some time. They bounded around the field, jumping high and running far. One by one the pups dissapeared into the forest until it was just her and Robert again. And he began to fade away, his goodby a single lick behind the ears.
Suddenly, the lithe red wolf awoke, her neck still across Robert's shoulders, her ears now perked high as she turned her face toward the mouth of the cave where the sun dappled down onto the stone.
Robert yawned and rolled away, eyes tired from keeping watch the entire night. He stood slowly, stretching. "good morning to you, Wroley. Did you sleep well? It seemed you were having a pleasant dream."
He glanced outside of the cave, where the sun shone brightly through the tree-tops. It didn't mean they were safe, however. The pack would be looking for their missing member, and if any of the elders caught his scent...It wouldn't be an easy fight. Part of him wanted to rest, but he quickly silenced that part. Now was not the time for resting, now was the time to move. He hadn't been quite so foolish as to run into his old forest without aid nearby. A few vehicles and members of his unit were nearby, on the outskirts of the forest, patiently waiting for him to return.
But he couldn't leave. Not quite yet, there was something he needed to do. A place he needed to visit. But first, Wroley. They had to decide what to do. She'd effectively cut all ties with her pack, and this forest was a dangerous place even at the best of times.
All of these thoughts raced through his mind, his golden eyes locked on Wroley, unsure of what to do.