The Wolf's Den ((INVITES ONLY!))

[katalynn]

Slips out of the bath after it eventually gets cold, laughing slightly at the thought of falling asleep. After drying off, tossing on a big fluffy bathrobe, Kat cleans up the bathroom a little before heading off to go find Logan and Dena.

Creeping down into the warm room, watching from the door way for a moment with a little smirk after seeing Dena in clothes. It made Kat ponder on how much Dena is actually taking to the clothes. Kat heard Logan talking, but Dena didn't seem to be saying much, with a shrug and assuming that she found another way of communicating, Kat emerged from the door. At first she was going to sit in the big comfy chair that she likes, but decided to sit on Logans lap, draping her legs over the arm of the chair.

 

[landiek]

Dena glances at him with wonder "pants ye on?"

That was something she never heard before. Bloodlines was from the bitch the dropped you. Or at least as Dena understood. Logan was a world of answers though.

Dena notices Kat and stops sending as not to be perceived as rude.. in some ways Dena envied Kat being able to be in Logan's hold. A belonging.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

he was bout to say something when kata dropped into my lap, with a smirk he just looked at her then slipped his arms around her waist tickling her lightly as she stretched out

"Hello Brat......enjoy the bath?"

he looked back to Dena.

"Pantheon, The Gods, Goddess you served, Egyptians, greeks and Atlantian's were gifted the ability to Shift from the gods, they were treasured as Body guards to the ancient races and species, every ancient civilization throughout history had shifters or animals as their protectors and worshipped them"

he smiled knowing she'd started talking again because kata was here

 

[landiek]

Dena frowned as some of Logan's answer became confusing. The only gods she knew of were for being two leggers in a house animals did not go inside.

Then she wondered about goddess. Were they the wolves? And what were E gyp shins? Greks sounds like a food.. and al what?

Protector.. "Iz yaoo Dena pro teek or?" That meant she did belong. The calling she felt tugging her spirit and heart brought her for a reason.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Then she wondered about goddess. Were they the wolves? And what were E gyp shins? Greks sounds like a food.. and al what?'

he turned his gaze to landiek, his eyes black as coal, like a night sky they glowed with light like stars as he opened his mind to her He held here there, their gazes locked, her unable to look away as his calming essence wafted around her, his knowledge of history, of magic and the ancient ways opened to her, given to her that she may too learn and understand. Nothing was spoken, nothing needed be said between them as in this link she heard his thoughts, his reassurances to her.

Eventually he blinked as he broke away from her mind. She would need time to process her new found knowledge his eyes closed as he inhaled deeply then exhaled. once more his eyes had returned to their normal Black amber wolf gaze

"Iz yaoo Dena pro teek or?"

"Yes child........i am........"

 

[landiek]

Dena felt a warmth surround her form and a calming feeling much like how she felt a warmth arriving here. His voice filling her ears as a vision took form..

Dena felt as though she were among the very people Logan spoke of. Dena put her hands out as if touching the ghosts around her.

Immersed in knowledge and watching Logan as his voice explained everything. Dena's eyes widen seeing the reverence those people had for shifters. Creatures like her.. and in this lesson she sees Logan and his people. The beginnings of magic among the bloodlines and unfolding years of strong protectors.

For a second Dena glimpsed at her own line splintering from another strong line before it faded. Dena hopped off the chair trying to catch the vision only to smack into Logan and Kat.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Logan laughs as Landi stumbles, chasing the vision's he'd given her, with a smirk and a shake of his head he was able to catch her with one hand without dropping kata as she stumbled into them, he grinned softly "You really dont spend much time in human form i see" he chuckled softly and gave her a soft smile

 

[landiek]

It was surprising to fall but the way he caught her. A tear slipped and she quickly shifted almost shrinking. The clothes falling away and her bones contours to her wolf form.

RUN! Dena thinks for a moment trying to grasp the vision again

The young wolf bounds backwards as if suddenly found her paws. Sprang up in the chair she sat in moments ago. Leapt over the back and began racing back and forth along the hallway.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

Road weary, Physically and Mentally Exhausted he returns to his Den, Worse for wear but alive he groans, walking into his bedroom he drops his duffle bag of gear and weapons and sheds his clothing. Finding a pair of Gym Shorts and his hoody with the sleeves cut off he moves to his bathroom, Lifting his arm and stretching he gazes at the fresh wounds and new scars from recent battles. Taking time he stitches them up, having been caused by another Were they were healing slower then normal, cursing he taped up his ribs then threw his hoody on, walking down to his gym AC/DC's Thunderstruck kicks on on the stereo.

Grabbing the roll of Medical tape he sets about Taping up his wrists, once down he slips a pair of padded knuckle gloves on and moves to his Heavy Bag. Giving it a few taps and experimental jabs he throws his hood up and raists his fists. His punches and jabs were slow at first, testing to see how the wounds would react to his movement he is soon hammering the bag, every jab, every punch the bag swung and moved, The music changing to Adema's - Drowning he grunts, the muscles of his arms flexing and twisting beneath his skin, Gut shot, right hook, then a flurry of punches, his breathing grew ragged.

With a snarl he punches the bag and steps back, his leg kicking out with vicious speed it catches the bag high, a head shot the chain holding the bag snaps, the force of the kick sending the bag launching across the gym and hitting the wall, splitting open down the seam the sand within the bag spills out. Bending over his hands on his knees he curses "i need a heavier bag...."

 

[katalynn]

Quietly slips into the den not wanting to disturb anyone that is around. Her travels have brought her in full circle and once more ended up at this quiet, peaceful den. At first glance it didn't appear that anyone was even here, though the silence was broken with what sounded like punching and music.

For a moment she thought about going towards the sound to investigate, then decided against and started to play with the fire, rekindling it and urging it to come to life once again. Sitting cross legged on the floor and throwing a few lit matches into the fireplace and watched as the flames started to rise.

Once the fire got going, she stretched out on the fur rug lazily and relaxed while watching the flames lick the wood. After another couple of moments she decided to go and follow the sounds to see what was happening. Slowly and very quietly she stepped into the doorway and just watched how he beat the crap out of the bag. Watching as each of his muscles reacted with every movement was pretty arousing. Yet, she kept quiet for the time being, enjoying the little show he provided.

Then the chain snapped and the bag broke, she couldn't help the little giggle that escaped.

"And just what did that bag ever do to you? Not sure it deserved the death penalty."

She sat down on the steps of the stairway looking over the damaged bag spilling all over the floor.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

As the song faded he heard a faint giggle, spinning on his heel he watched Kata stroll in, the draw of an electric violin started as Cruxshadows Deception came on then fell into a heavy rhythm his Black amber eyes watched her, his body tense, hungry her voice floated to him above the music as she sat "And just what did that bag ever do to you? Not sure it deserved the death penalty."

He glanced to the bag slumped against the wall, canting his head to the side in a wolfish gesture then looked back to her, his nose flaring he caught her scent and growled low, his tongue slipping out to lick his lower lip briefly "wanna join me? i seem to be down a bag, could use something................softer........to pound..." his voice was low, but his eyes were unwavering, unblinking, he watched her.

 

[katalynn]

Looking over at the bag once more with a playful little smile, then looking back up towards the gaze that bore down on her.

"Will I get the death penalty as well?"

She teased as she stood up and made her way towards him, though keeping a slight distance just to taunt him a bit.

"It appears that I am at a disadvantage."

Holding up her bare delicate hands, looking over her toned arms.

"I have no gloves.."

Not that she could 'win' anyway considering he is so much bigger and stronger than her. But she would give him work for it.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"It appears that I am at a disadvantage."I have no gloves.."

he strips his gloves off and pulls the tape from his wrists and hands, peeling the hoody off as well leaving him bare chested he grins "You're never at a disadvantage" The song changes over to Datsik's Vindicate adding a heavy bass grove to the room, with a smile and a growl he lashes out, Grabbing her he steps into her, his foot hooking behind her heel he takes her to the mat, pinning her down, and straddling her

 

[katalynn]

The sudden movement caught her off guard a little, being distracted by his bare chest and glancing over the wounds. Before she knew it though, he had her pinned onto the ground. She twisted and squirmed beneath him, managing to free her feet and curling them up. With some effort she pushes against his hips with her legs, using the floor to her advantage, knowing her legs are the strongest part of her body.

With a playful grin she leans towards one of his arms and tries to bite at him, while twisting her wrists free.

 

[landiek]

Dena found her open spot that let her get in and out. She inhaled the familiar scents thinking them memory scents. Briefly she recalled her meeting with a bath and the scrubbing that the pretty girl gave her. Then she thought about Him, Logan. He was very wise and she felt a kinship with Him that boggled her common sense.

Dena took a bite of her catch while day dreaming. Hunkering downward resting her belly on the bare floor Dena thinks about the frail form. The one that needed clothes that felt nice. Dena saved those clothes and glances at the wooden box she saves them in.

Noises come from another place but Dena ignores it for now. Now she needs to eat and rest. Later she will explore and see what ghosts dare take lodgings in the this home.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

he laughs at her cursing and pulls back when she tries to bite him, smirking he gets up his hands on his hips "mmmm i rather like you like this " he taunted before he turned away, picking up the back he looks at the chain and sighs, Moving to the closet in the corner he picks up a spare chain he'd bought after his last one broke and restrung the bag, ZZ Top's LaGrange picked up as he lifted his hood back over his head

 

[katalynn]

She watches as he slowly gets up and fixes the bag, all the while she just lays on the floor catching her breath.

"I can think of better uses for that chain..."

She says as she eventually gets back up and when he turns his back to her, she pounces him. Within seconds she wraps herself around him like a backpack as she sucks on his neck.

 

[LoganDarkHolme]

"I can think of better uses for that chain..."

He snorted and grinned as he hung the chain up, he felt her movement a moment before she jumped him, his laugh turned to a groan as she bit him, with a playful growl he reached behind him and tickled her till she lost her balance then he spun on her, and smirked “evil women” he licked his lips slowly as he circled her, keeping the chain between them, a pair of handcuffs appearing on the end of the attached chain and he grinned more

“wanna take bets how long before I have you cuffed to the ceiling?” he chuckled