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Post by maya on Mar 4, 2013 21:17:32 GMT -5
Ah. Another night roaming. When she wasn't working, she was always out until all hours of the night. Well... Even if she did work she normally didn't stay in after she got back into town. So, here she was, back at the lake like she normally was. This time, instead of roaming around in wolf form, she was perched up on a large rock on the lake side, staring at the half-moon's reflection on the water. It was quite beautiful. She pulled her thick, dark brown cardigan tighter around her slim body as a breeze of icy air blew against her, tousling her long wavy hair around her face. The cold didn't really bother her all that much. It was just nice to be cozy and comfortable in clothes. Just as she was starting to relax, she heard a noise come from behind her in the forest. Turning her head, her brows furrowed and she listened for a second. Hello? she called, curious as to who was out there.
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Post by eli cole ryder on Mar 4, 2013 21:29:46 GMT -5
Eli had a lot of inner turmoil when it came to every day interactions with people. A lot of it was mental, linking back to his childhood and the innocents he’d killed. They were accidents, all of them, but he’d still killed and carried the guilt with him on a daily basis. It was evident in the way he lived – the way he used others for his own needs and fought anyone who challenged him. He was not above violence, or force. But in wolf form, he felt free; free to kill and hunt and not be judged for it, free in the way he didn’t have to fight his primal urges.
The lake was one of his favorite prowling grounds, but as he scented the air, it was clear he wasn’t alone. Hello? He was caught but, rather than turning and running, he found himself wanting to interact. He recognized that voice and couldn’t pass up this opportunity. After a painful, vocal transformation back into his human self, Eli paraded out of the bushes with a hand cupped over his nether region. ”Hello gorgeous.” He winked, unabashed by his naked self.
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Post by maya on Mar 4, 2013 21:43:24 GMT -5
Maya was amused by what came out of the bushes. Eli, the guy from the park, emerged cupping his manhood in one hand. A laugh escaped her lips before she could stop it. Purrs audibly, now picking on him. I could say the same to you, hot stuff. Amused entirely too much by this situation. Nudity didn't bother her, either. Not one bit. It's why so many of the local Werewolf guys loved to be around her. They got to hang out with a girl that could handle herself around them, and they got to see her naked most of the time. Nothing better than that, right? Scoots around in a circle so she's facing him. What're you doing out here? Curious, and really doesn't mind the company all that much. He amuses her.
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Post by eli cole ryder on Mar 4, 2013 21:52:56 GMT -5
Had his junk been uncovered when she laughed he might have been insulted, but instead Eli put on a dopey grin and glanced from his crotch back up to Maya. She seemed in a better mood than when he had met her. ”Hot stuff, hmm?” It was very obvious he liked the compliment – he was vain that way. Nakedness happened being a werewolf and whether people were comfortable with it or not, others would see you naked. Not that Eli would have cared either way. He strode confidently closer as she maneuvered around on her rock, facing him as he leaned against a tree, crossing his legs casually to keep the goods covered – she’d have to earn the right to see that in its’ full glory. ”Running, hunting, sniffing stuff. Never know when you might get some wolf-form action.” He teased, jokingly. ”What’re you doing? You always seem to be thinking about something when I bump into you.” [/blockquote]
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Post by maya on Mar 4, 2013 22:29:10 GMT -5
Smirks at him, Just because you ticked me off a bit the first time we met, doesn't mean I don't find you attractive. If Maya is one thing, it's honest. Doesn't have to earn the right to see anything. If she really wanted to see his goodies, she would simply ask. However, isn't the old Maya who would simply hop into bed with the hottest wolf, or human, in town anymore. She'd flirt, but that's about it. Cracks up laughing about the wolf-form action. As comfortable as I am as a wolf, that is one thing I will never, ever, ever do. Shrugs lightly. Well... I'm always by myself so all I ever do is think. Not ashamed.
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Post by eli cole ryder on Mar 4, 2013 23:43:20 GMT -5
"Least you're honest enough to admit it." He smiled as it said it. Honesty is a quality Eli found desirable. He might not be honest much himself these days with the majority of people he met but he still respected it enough to appreciate when others were honest with him. One day, he told himself, he would find someone he could be honest with about everything. He took a moment and gave her a good looking at, his head tilting slightly as he examined. He felt like a prick, but he had come to find that pretty girls were usually easy, so it was hard not to assume Maya was the same despite not knowing her much at all. Perhaps he should try that before trying to get her pants off, hmm?
He uncrossed his legs and walked to where she was sitting and leaned back into a relaxed sitting position, angled slightly away from her -- not wanting it to be all awkward and about his wiener. "Oh, don't knock it 'til you try it." He lectured, "-it's really no different than doing it doggie style as a human. Little more primal, maybe, but just as fun. I assure you, if you end up with a werewolf male as a mate you'll end up trying it...men love doggie style..." He sort of drifted out awkwardly, urges and stuff coming to the surface.
He coughed, letting the top go abruptly as he glanced sideways at her. "Seuraava kysymys kuuluukin, miksi olet aina yksinään?" For a few seconds he lapsed into a language that was more comfortable for him before. Once he realized his mistake he blinked awkwardly and exhaled loudly, as if frustrated. "Sorry, old habits die hard. The question is then, why are you always alone?" He repeated in english. "Is it by choice?"
It was then he decided 'the hell with formalities' and layed back flat on the rock, arms folded behind his head and legs dangling off the rock. [/blockquote]
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