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Post by Whisper on Nov 24, 2012 17:34:20 GMT -5
Michelle finally had a bit of freedom after Xavier had allowed her to go outside. He had taken it upon himself to help her back to help and Michelle was slowly healing. The wounds on her belly had now turned into scars and the bite mark in her neck was less agitated and red. Most of them were closed and Michelle had Xavier to thank. He wasn't as tough as he looked and she smiled at the thought. Stretching she slipped out of all her clothes; his clothes and slipped into her black fur, shifting effortlessly and with less pain every day. Shaking out her fur she had a strong urge to howl and suddenly she let one rip, shattering the silence of the early morning.
Michelle loved the freedom that flowed through her bones and suddenly she set off at a free run, pushing her wolf body to it's limit. She was running uphill and soon the trees started to thin out. Her pregnancy didn't hinder her as a wolf as much as it did in her human form and she loved having no pain in her back. Her emerald eyes reflected the morning sun as she neared a outcrop in a cliff. Walking to the edge she sat down and looked out over the world that seemed so small an unimportant below her...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 24, 2012 18:05:47 GMT -5
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Pierre wasn't used to being on this side of town, but getting to know every bit of terrain he could find, sitting on his usual rock for the last 4 days he scanned the area, looking around a light breeze blew through his fur and he just closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment. A unusual howl came bouncing his way and he wondered what was happening. Suddenly he saw a flash of black, like a shadow a ghost it went past his eyes. Far away not close to him but it felt so close. He took a whiff of the scent the breeze blew and found that it was an unknown scent and he pretty much knew all the werewolf/wolf scents there was in this town. He saw the wolf stop at the edge of a cliff and sat down, looking out over the scenery. Pierre was very curious to who this wolf was and he jumped down.
He ran through the forest and the cool shadows of forest over shadowed him and he wanted to close his eyes and just run like this forever but the coolness soon ended and he was out on the clearing where the black wolf sat. He slowly made his way over to the wolf, trying to look friendly. Wagging his tail, tongue out he sat down panting and blinking slowly, to show he is at ease and relaxed.
"Hello, sweet little black wolf... Who are you might I ask."
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Post by Whisper on Nov 24, 2012 19:22:10 GMT -5
Michelle heard and smelled the wolf long before she could see him. His paws were like a blur on the ground and he was heading straight for her. She cringed. She was well aware of the fact that she was in Infiniteria territory, but she didn't always mind herself to the hierarchy of the packs. She was a free spirit. She looked over her shoulder, trying to not look too guilty. It was a white male much larger than she was and he came over to her, tongue hanging out and tail wagging. So he was friendly? She sighed in relief and he then greeted her with the words "sweet little black wolf." She flicked her ears away from him, feigning disinterest until he asked for her name. She looked him over once more, sure she didn't know him and said,
"I'm Michelle. I am a free spirit. I do not belong to any of these packs and never will. Who are you?"
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 24, 2012 19:29:57 GMT -5
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Pierre was not taken aback at the wolf's weird behavior, because she is obviously a little scared to be around here, but he wasn't going to hurt her and she flicked her ears at him and he would smile if he was human, because he was just trying to make small talk... She then said her name was Michelle... His expression never changed but inside his head he was freaking out and wondering if this was the same Michelle, Lancelot knew... He lay down and his tail still flicked and he wondered if he should reveal his identity, but he was scared she might run away, so instead he ignored her question about who he was and instead he said.
"Hmmm... Michelle, interesting. You wouldn't most likely be the Michelle that a guy called Lancelot used to date? Or does the name LANC-E-LOT not ring a bell?"
He said each syllable of his name, to make sure she heard him correctly... If this was the Michelle he thought it was then he will probably die of excitement...
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Post by Whisper on Nov 24, 2012 19:39:19 GMT -5
Michelle watched the white wolf lie down. He sure had a lot of self-assurance to just lie down in the presence of a stranger. Michelle was a newborn wolf and her instincts told her as much. He on the other hand looked like he could be an Alpha. Michelle felt the push of his authority, almost like a magnet pushing another one away. He then continued to say that her name was interesting and then suddenly he hit her with an unexpected word. The white wolf asked if she knew Lancelot and Michelle couldn't hide the surprise that flamed through her body. All her muscles tightened and she quickly looked away. Obviously the first thing she thought of was how did he know...
"Well I can just as well tell you, can't I? Yes I am, but how did you know that?"
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 24, 2012 20:16:28 GMT -5
Pierre watched how Michelle reacted toward him lying down and he just kept on panting a bit. He could hear the surprise in her voice as he said the name Lancelot... She then asked him how did he know, and he could give the obvious answer but he wanted to know how she was still alive... How can she be right in front of him, as a wolf.
"So... You say you know Lancelot... That rumor of you two dating have been traveling across town and spread like a wild fire... But I am more curious to know that how are you still alive... Everybody was heartbroken when they heard you died and the car crash. That must have been an experience to share..."
Pierre wondered if that sounded right, because in his head it made sense. But she was gonna have to think for herself.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 24, 2012 20:49:17 GMT -5
Michelle was starting to get a little suspicious. Why did this wolf not tell her who he was? It just didn't add up. She stood up, making sure she would be ready for anything if he were to try anything. She turned towards him as he spoke about her, about that rumors had spread around town concerning her and Lancelot and that many people had been heartbroken when she died. She tried to stay strong and merely stared at him, but when he mentioned the car crash she lost her cool, growling at him,
"Tell me who you are, or you're not getting another word out of me."
She snapped in his direction, her teeth clicked on nothing but empty air but her message had been sent...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 24, 2012 20:54:49 GMT -5
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Pierre saw she was a little bit agitated that he didn't tell her who he was but he didn't want to tell her because he didn't want her to run away or something, but when she snapped at him he kept his cool, stood up slowly and decided it's now or never. He then ignored her growl and lifted his head.
"Well, dear Michelle... You do know me... You know exactly who I am your mind just don't want you to remember that far back, as being a newborn your memories are a bit vague. You know me by my only name..."
[/b] He took a step closer standing right in front of her, he never once lowered his head, he just looked down on her and said his name with a growl that escaped his lips."Pierre..." [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Whisper on Nov 24, 2012 21:02:22 GMT -5
The white wolf didn't look bothered by Michelle at all and remained calm, standing up. It finally looked like she was getting through to him and Michelle took a step back, lowering her head and exposing her teeth. He then spoke, his words forming circles and Michelle's growl faded away and her ears fell flat. Her eyes went wide and she lifted her head. Pierre stood closer to Michelle and she gave another step back. He was very imposing, coming this close to her, and he growled his name at her. The moment he said it alarms went off all over her mind. She whined and lay down on her belly, burying her head beneath her right paw. She had no idea what to say and so she only asked in a weaker voice,
"What do you want from me?"
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 24, 2012 21:07:19 GMT -5
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Pierre watched as Michelle reacted to what he said, she was very interesting indeed and he wondered why she was being so funny all of the sudden. She lay down exposing her belly, as a gesture of surrender and burried her face under her paw. She asked him what he wanted with her and he casually answered her.
"Nothing in particular, just wondering why you haven't told Lancelot you're alive... How did you come back from the dead? Sweet child, I will not hurt you sit up straight please, this what you are doing is not how us loners react to other wolves."
When she finally sat up he looked her in the eye.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 25, 2012 9:42:32 GMT -5
Michelle was lying down on her belly with only her back exposed. Her motherly instincts would not allow her to roll over and so she didn't. She didn't make eye contact with Pierre again out of fear that he would attack her. Lancelot had told her a lot about him and that he had a bad tamper. She was surprised that he didn't rip into her fur already. The moment Pierre asked her why she hadn't told him she was alive a whine escaped her mouth and she uncovered her face. He said that he wouldn't hurt her and that she should sit up straight and Michelle did so slowly.
The moment she was sitting up he looked her straight in the eyes and she couldn't help but lower her own emerald eyes. She stared at the ground for a long moment then spoke,
"For weeks after I woke up I was lost in my wolf form, unable to turn back to a human. When I finally had enough control I came back but I saw Lance with another girl, Ice. He looked happy with her and my heart was glad he was moving on but also torn apart. See I am the cause of all of his pain. All I brought him was pain. He is better off without me..."
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 25, 2012 9:59:26 GMT -5
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Pierre would laugh it he could, instead he just let his tongue hang out and he looked at her as she lowered her eyes. She told him that she lost control of being a human and that she only recently found her human form, but she saw Lancelot with another girl and that she's glad he moved on, Pierre closed his mouth when she said he's better off without her. He gave a little growl at that lie and then he spoke.
"And you believe that... Why? Late at night I hear him, I calls out to you. He told me he has seen you around the house and he wondered where you went, because it felt so real to him. He can't accept you are dead... He lay in his bed at night and pray that it wasn't real and that he could go back in time to save you instead... I saw the way he cared about you... The only reason he would "move on" like you would say is because he thinks he can find someone to replace you, but he told me about Ice and he said that she doesn't make him the way, you made him feel. He doesn't want her, he wants you... There was this one time he lay outside on the grass and I just looked out from the house and saw him talking to somebody, but there was nobody. He laughed and you could see he was happy and then he broke out into sobs and crying and I knew he saw you and you faded again. He just want you hold... Michelle... He truly loves you, honestly."
Pierre hoped she could hear the honesty and truth in his voice and then he spoke again.
"He never blamed you for what happened to him, I was the cause and he only blamed himself for everything... Michelle please..."
Pierre felt tears and he let it go, a tear formed like a perfect water drop on his wolf eye and then it ran down his cheek.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 25, 2012 11:41:43 GMT -5
Michelle's gaze suddenly zipped back to Pierre's eyes as he growled at her. Her ears flattened and and she growled right back at him, stepping up to her full height. She was definitely not near to his own height, but her defiance was obvious. Pierre then started to tell Michelle all about Lance and Michelle tried her best to keep a hard exterior, growling in a low voice as her emotions set the inside of her body on fire. She defied her feelings though, vowing to not let them control her or affect how she was going to act in this moment of judgement. He spoke about Lance still seeing her in the house and how much he regretted it and that he wished he could save her instead of himself. He told her how Lance was outside on the grass, speaking to no one and how he had cried and Michelle's hard exterior almost broke into shatters at his words. She was fighting for dear life, holding onto her stubborn facade for all she was worth. He continued, further tearing apart her heart by saying that Lance truly loved her and how he blamed himself...
Michelle growled loudly at him now, pure sorrow driving her to such extremes. Her face was a stern and solid as a rock and her fangs exposed in a viscous snarl,
"Why do you come all this way to tear me apart all over again!! I told you how it is. You see everything from your own view point and I see things a little closer. I was closest to him when I caused him all that pain. You cannot even begin to imagine how guilty and broken I felt. You see things from the outside and you think what you are saying is true but it isn't! He must go through the mourning, through the pain, but he will come out on the other side stronger than before. He will find a normal girl to love and protect and they will live happily together. That is what I want for him, not the pain and destruction that seems to follow my every waking step!!"
Overwhelmed Michelle suddenly lunged at him, growling loudly and teeth exposed as she aimed to bite whatever part of him she could get a hold of...
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Post by ShadowsInApril on Nov 25, 2012 12:31:31 GMT -5
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Pierre couldn't believe what he was hearing and all his sympathy toward Michelle vanished in an instant. She then growled lowly and suddenly lunged herself right at him, as she snapped toward him, she luckily just bit his paw that was in the way and a bit of blood trickled from it, tainting his white fur... His wolf instincts took over and he was Pierre no more, he was now just a wolf. He then jumped toward her and hitting her in the side making her fall to the ground. He then leaped toward her and his teeth were bared. He wanted to leave a mark in this black wolf so that she never tries to pull the same stunt again. So he bit into her side and tore off a piece of fur and flesh... That will leave a mark. She looked a bit "occupied" at the moment and the white wolf spoke, not Pierre.
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Post by Whisper on Nov 25, 2012 13:23:52 GMT -5
Michelle felt her teeth sink into Pierre's paw and his blood's metallic taste flowed onto her tongue. She let go and tripled a few steps away, lowering her head and growling at him. His white fur stained with crimson and Michelle could see his control slipping away. He lunged at her so unexpectedly that Michelle had no time to react and he slammed full force into her, knocking her to the ground as the air left her lungs, leaving her gasping for oxygen on the ground. The viscous black wolf stood over her and ripped a piece of her fur and flesh from her side, eliciting a sharp yelp and whine from her. Her one rib was exposed form the lack of flesh and blood pooled and dripped to the floor.
Anger was building up inside of her and when he asked if she wanted to continue she suddenly jumped up and scratched his face with vicious claws. The moment she touched down she accelerated into a full blown sprint, her swift legs carrying her away from Pierre as fast as she could run...
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