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Post by Mason Smith on Jan 19, 2013 14:05:02 GMT -5
( oi, sorry, this has kind of lost its 'rapid fire' quality because really the only time i'm on is the weekends. u___u )
He couldn't help but chuckle at the word 'hostility'. "I've spent plenty of years being hostile. I'm done for a while, unless it's needed." He liked the serenity of actually being able to talk to someone without ripping their face off or being seen as a threat. Maya's own coolness around him made him calm and allowed conversation to flow so easily - this click, this feeling, Mason had never really experienced before.
When she looked up, his green eyes followed hers, the light of the moon reflecting on his scarred skin and bright eyes. The moon, who for so long had tamed him and his kind wasn't much more of a threat to Mason - decades of training had led him to be able to defy the moon often, but not every time. Sometimes he didn't want to be able to defy the moon, but it was a constant conflict - be the majestic creature that so many feared or try to fit into a society he never belonged to as a meager human. These conflicts made him hate himself, his father, his kind. But not tonight.
'Thank you.'
He looked back to Maya, but stayed in silence. He watched as she moved, eyes glancing over nearly every feature, but he didn't say anything. No suave pick up line and no romantic comment. He just waited. He knew that look all to well - the look of touching one's inner animal. It made him shiver because he tried so desperately to divide himself from his. Her eyes lit up - beautifully, he might add - and he could see it. The wolf inside her wanting to run free. His eyes didn't change, though, they were the same brilliant green when he was human and when he was a wolf, but there was a look in his eye that was primitive - wild. Let's run, she said.
And with a laugh, he was off. He was fast and light, moving silently and looking over his shoulder every now and then to make sure she was trailing behind. Of course she was, he told himself.
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Post by maya on Feb 2, 2013 19:26:21 GMT -5
When Mason took off, Maya watched him before leaning forward and rocketing after him. That was one of her strong points. Speed and stamina. It didn't take her long to get to his side, and she was running with him effortlessly. As the length of the field around the lake expanded, she leaped, tilting her body so she was parallel with the ground, shifting in mid-air. Her snow-white pelt exploded from her skin, the clothes she had been wearing shredding and landing on the ground behind her. Finally. The feel of being animal. Her paws hit the ground hard, but she didn't stop. She didn't want to. Not at all, but she did want Mason to shift. She wanted him to join her. Maya let out a playful growl, snapping her teeth inches from his ankles. She looked up at him with a mischievous look in her silver-blue eyes. Come on... Don't leave me hanging.
ooc; such a crappy reply. sorry. <.<
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Post by Mason Smith on Feb 2, 2013 23:22:14 GMT -5
His eyes went from Maya to the forest in front of him, flipping back and forth as he ran. He looked at her just in time to see her shift. He watched her skin rip and sew itself back up as fur. She was so sleek, so well trained to shift. He had to admire it. But, was it worth it to lose the clothing? When she nipped at his ankles, he lept up, trying to avoid her teeth. It was then he got the message. He stopped dead in his tracks, letting Maya have a long head start before him. He stripped his leather jacket - it was too nice to get all torn - and hung it on a branch before he clawed into the tree to mark it. He wasn't about to leave it here. He left his boots, as well, hiding them in the tree just for safe keeping.
Barefoot, in just jeans and a black tee, he took off again, moving faster than he did in his boots. His eyes gleamed and he jumped up, shifting midstride. His clothes tore and fell to the ground just as Maya's had, and he moved from a large man to a large wolf, almost pitch black aside from the splotches of white on his chin and tail. He hit the ground hard and sprang right back up, taking after Maya and eventually catching up with her - his monstrous frame weaving between trees and going invisible in the shadows until the moon lit up his fur again.
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Post by maya on Feb 17, 2013 12:33:37 GMT -5
After Maya bit at Mason's ankles, within mere seconds, he disappeared. Maya blinked in confusions before slowing to a stop. She turned her head to look behind her, and her blue eyes landed on him as he pulled his leather coat off. Then, he started towards her again, bare-footed. She didn't move. Not yet, anyways. She would wait for him to shift before she started running again. However, she did tilt her head back and let loose a howl. The high soprano howl rang through the trees and echoed in the distance. It was a beautiful sound; something that would send chills down any human's spine. By the time she lowered her head, he had already shifted and was barreling towards her. She growled playfully as she took off again, her paws digging deep into the snowy ground. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched him as he wove in between the trees. Pushes herself a bit faster to get ahead of him, ducking in between trees and a mass of brush before darting out into the forest, the shadows swallowing up her ivory frame.
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