Full Moon

[LittleSprite]

OOC : Please read Casting call for this thread before joining. *ty*

name. Alonria
class. Shifter
Age. 23
Town. Bear Vally

Alonria 5ft 4in 120lbs in human form, with long Black hair that flowed to her waist and grey eyes that looked silver in her other form's. She has an hour glass figure, genorus breasts, and well toned body from running, or flying around the grounds owned by the clan.

Alonria has only been a shifter for 10yrs... she had been bitten when she was young, and had gotten lucky enough that the one who bit her. Adopted her from the orpanage and took her to the clan to teach her, insted of leaving her to become a rouge, or die durring her first change. Like most that young did. Alonria dosent remember much about her past before becoming a shifter save for that her parents had died when she was really young.

The clan owned a large porton privet propery that included a large section of the forrest area near by.. as well as the section of river that flowed thur the property..and Had high fences outlinging the property with sighs that read no tresspassing.. to keep hunters out.

Alonria's favorite form was that of a hawk..., but she also eqully enjoyed changing.. into a fox, or wolf.

She had just recently been taken to hunt down her first Rouge who had killed a young woman.. from the looks of her body the rouge had used her as a play toy much as a cat would a mouse before it died... They had tracked the Mutt by sent to his appartemnt. Not finding him there they tracked him to a club where he was looking for his next prey. Following him out. Making sure to stay back far enough that he wouldnt catch their sent she, and her partner tracked him to the woods.

They had been to late to save his pray but had taken him out and covered up both his and their own track's, as well as desposing of the body's. So that the athoritys couldnt trace them.

Shaking her head Alonria cleared it of her thoughts and flew back twords the house. Landing on the porch railing she changed her shape, and wlaked nude into the living room, and upstairs to her room to get dressed. Their leader had called for a meeting and it wouldnt do to be late.

 

[Tigerjaw]

Name: Tomaz
Class: Wherewolf
Age: 26
Town: Bear Valley
Tomaz 6ft 155lbs in human form, With shoulder length dark brown hair. Blue piercing eyes. He is slender but in good shape. In his wolf shape he is a combination of darkish grey and brown, his eyes are the same blue as in his human form.

Tomaz was born a wherewolf and is most comfortable alone or with his pack. His parents are both dead and the pack is all he got. He will protect his family to the last breath.

Tomaz saw the hunters return from what he could sense and smell a very successful hunt. He was a little sad he had not joined them but he was to concerned with a private problem. He was not able to shift back to human form at will. He had tried now for two hours and still he was in wolf shape. He was very close to being desperate. The freedom and all the smells was just to distracting.

He was close to the settlement as he felt very lonely. Tomaz gave out a lonely and desperate howl. He tried again to shift back to human. Again with no result. He howled again, even more desperate in his situation. He started to walk in circles as he kept trying, and kept failing.

 

[Screech]

Swooping Hawk had been sitting out on the hillside, meditating. He had chosen the path of the shaman, and the shaman needed to be in touch with the spirits. This was part of his trial, to prove that we was worthy. The elder shaman had told him to sit and contemplate. To try to get in touch with the spirits of the land, but it was so hard! It was almost as if the more he concentrated, the further away the spirits were!

At length, he opened his eyes and let out a sigh. Defeated again. Perhaps tomorrow everything would be clearer. For now, the elders had decreed theat there would be a meeting, and Swooping Hawk would not be late

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Deondra walked the streets looking for this or that. She was hungry but wondered where she could eat. She thought to herself if she were only a werewolf, she would not be plagued with thoughts of food or money to get food.

She had on several occasions worked for what little food or drink she could get but tonight was no good. She had longed for the power and immortality of being a werewolf, yet she was determined to hold onto her human side.

She wanted the world, she wanted it all. She wanted freedom, power, yet she wanted to remain human. Her fear kept her needs in check as she continued to walk. Maybe up ahead someone would at least acknowledge her.

 

[LittleSprite]

After the meeting with there clan leader Alonria drove into town to keep up apperances she worked at the public Library as a Librarian. She had met Swooping Hawk a time or two and was glad she had seen him at the meeting.

She wished she had had more time to talk with him before having to come to work, but that as they say is life. Parking across the street she walked to the little coffie shop next door before going to work she was a little early so didnt have to go in yet.

She always thought it quite fun to watch the students from the school look up wherewolves shifters, faires, vampired ect.. and thought that if they only asked she could tell them a thing or two, but that went against their rules.. only a few humans knew the truth and were accepted into the clan.

Taking her coffie she walked back to work and unlocked the Library doors. Stepping inside she turned on the lights and the computers and simply waited for anyone to show up and check out a book or come in to use the computer.

 

[cockslave]

mishka

name: Mishka
race:werewolf
age:25
town:Bear Valley

Description: 5 ' 8" in human form, athletic build , long strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes.

In wolf form she has a creamy coat flecked with a mottled strawberry roan effect and eyes that bleed to the richest shade of amber.

Mishka was born in Romania , the daughter of a well to do business man and his wife. They had been killed by a rogue werewolf when she was just turned 16. she was the only survivor and had turned for the first time a month later.

Not knowing what was happening she left the area for a new life. She ended up here in Bear Valley. After a few months she made contact with the local pack while out hunting one night, accepted as one of there own.

Here normal everyday life included running the local gym where she taught taekwondo and circuit training. Her body belied the work she put into it, well toned and muscular. It helped explain to the humans the extra strength that werewolves had so no one thought anything out of the ordinary about her.

She was heading home for the night when she heard a desolate howl in the distance. The sound of a wolf in pain, scared and lonely. Hurrying to hr house on the edge of town she ran inside and stripped off her clothes before changing into wolf form.

She had recognised the call as one of the other pack members - Tomaz and he needed help. He tended to be a bit of a loner most of the time but pack never turned their backs on pack. She loped off towards the hills where the howl was coming from - her own howl lingering on the air , letting him know someone had heard and was coming to him.

 

[poohlive]

He pretended he was looking for the girl. No, not pretending. He actually did try to look for her at first, the guise of his own delocions, cycling aorund in his head, making him spin until he ended up right back where he started.

Each bar or tavern held something different, some new element he could talk to. Bright new faces to show the picture of the girl too. No one had seen her though, no one cared.

He had to keep up appearances though. He couldn't just walk in there, gruff and tough off the street in a trenchcoat like he had just walked out of some bad Cop movie, where the guys rough up some local bar snitch, and then find out where the kidnapped girl is being held.

To play it smooth and suave, he needed to sit down, order a drink, pretending to be into the scene. Then he could meander and talk to some of the guys, wondering casually, as guys often do, where this little girl might be?

But, several bars, several beers, and severals no's later, all Tommy had was a nice buzz going, and those harsh voices coming back to him. They had told him not to drink, drink too much, smoke too much, sleep all fucking day and do nothing but try to fuck all night.

Tommy had been doing fine until the last bar, when he realized he was no longer asking people where the girl was, he was just drinking, sitting and drinking by himself. The ruse of work had given way to the reality of his own sorry sad life.

He tried to leave, but nearly fell getting off of his chair. The bar tender grabbed him just as he left the bar.

"You can't drive man. Give me your keys."

"Fuck you," He took another step, but the bar tender, a tall lean man, took hold of Tommy's wrist with a viselike grip.

"You ain't going anywhere."

"Oh come on man. I only had one beer. Just let me fucking go. Mind your own fucking business."

On a normal sober day, Tommy could have deck this guy flat before he knew what hit him. But, drunk as he was, even his right hook felt more like a love tap. The grip on his arm stayed, and now the bar tender was pulling him back inside.

"Ok, I'm gonna call the cops."

"No, no, wait," Tommy saw her, out of the corner of his eye. A girl, a young girl walking the streets. He pointed at her, and threw his keys to her.

"That's my DD," He said, "She's here to take me home. Ok? She's here. She'll drive me. We're cool. I was just coming out to look for her."

The bar tender looked this girl up and down. He wanted to say something, ask questions maybe, but she was not obviously drunk, so he couldn't do much, especially with them out of his bar.

"Get lost, creep," He let go of the grip, as Tommy fell flat on his ass on the sidewalk, the pain being dulled only by the wonderful amount of alcohol slowly poisoning him.

He smiled, "Thank you, for that. Fucking jackasses. Think they can do anything."

Just some random girl walking down the street, by herself, minding her own business.

"My name is Tommy, and my car is the white Ford over there..."

It took him an extraordinary effort to get back on his feet.

 

[Tigerjaw]

Tomaz

The responsove howl in the distance made Tomaz stop his pacing and sniff in the air. He was calmer the closer the howls got. He recognised the female voice. She was pack. Soon he felt her familiar scent in the air and he waited patiently for her to enter the clearing he was at.

When he saw Mishka he greeted her with an yelp. He approached her carefully. His eyes was finally calm and trusting. As she walked around him her followed her with his blue eyes. He sniffed in the familiar smell of wolf and felt safe. His worries was still there but he felt less alone.

 

[cockslave]

mishka

I walked toward Tomaz nuzzling his neck and licking his face in greeting. I sensed there was something not right by the panic in his eyes.

"What's wrong Tomaz?"

He told me he had been unable to change back to human form for over two hours. I wasn't sure what to do . After all he had been born a werewolf I was turned.

The only thing I could think of was that sometimes another pack member being present can draw the beast from them. That and sexual contact being the two that worked.

I lay down and encouraged him to do the same so we had close contact......the familiar smell of pack .

 

[shadowoftheheart]

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[Tigerjaw]

Tomaz

Tomaz lay down close to Mishka. He felt her soft fur and bodyheat and he felt safe. He started to lick the fur on her back. Closeness of pack was everything. If a wherewolf was separated from other wherewolves for a long time there was the risk of going insane. Even more the wherewolf could actually die of loneliness.

He felt contempt just being close to her but he knew that was a trap. He had to try to change back to human. It was very rare but it had happened that a wherewolf had been trapped in wolf form without being able to change back. It had to do with the wild instincts of the wolf. The wolf had no desire to leave the freedom that being a wolf meant.

Tomaz forced himself to wan't to be a human again. He fought the wolf in him of domain over his body. It was a hard struggle. A struggle that left him mentally drained. Suddenly he felt his muscles and bones change. The pain was unbearable and he howled and growled.

His body forced the change against the wolf's. The result was successful and left him naked on his stomach on the ground. His body was covered in cold sweat. He coughed and looked at the wolf beside him. He kissed her forehead. "thank you."

 

[cockslave]

mishka

He kissed y furry forehead and said thankyou. As much as I loved being in wolf form now I no longer felt comfortable being furry after what had happened to Tomaz just now. I willed myself to change to human form again.

My transformation was slower than Tomaz's but then my need wasn't as urgent as his had been. Five minutes and some pain later I lay beside him, skin against skin. His arms came over my torso and held me. Our cheeks touching just as they would have if we had still been wolf.

"Your welcome Tomaz. You are pack and the pack is my family too. You are like a brother to me in human or wolf form . One I would gladly lay my own life down for if the need arose."

 

[Tigerjaw]

Tomaz

Tomaz held her against him. If a human had seen them he would have thought they had done the dirty thing. Tomaz was a wherewolf, and as one he was comfortable with nudity. Both his own and others. He could feel a hint of excitement but he repressed it. "I am just glad that i got heard. Began to doubt it really."

He felt his panic ridden heart slow down to a more acceptable level. He sat up and wiped the sweat from his brow. Some of his insecurity was still there. If he couldn't change back at will he could one day be in serious trouble. He smiled slightly at Mishka. "This is really starting to be a problem for me."

 

[cockslave]

mishka

The closeness of his nude body had caused a stirring inside me at first but knowing the packs wishes that he find a mate among the shifters soon made it shirink back to the depths from which it came. If the pack had not made its intentions known I might have been tempted to pursue things further. But their word was law and one that I abided by.

"How long have you been struggling changing back Tomaz? I take it this was not the first time it has happened?"

 

[Tigerjaw]

Tomaz

Tomaz stood up and gazed at the trees. "It's not the first time. I have had problem with it almost a week now. Not every time. Sometimes it work, sometimes it won't." He gave her a troubled look. "If i can't sort it out i don't know what i will do." He eyed her naked body and felt an reaction he hadn't felt before. Arousal. It may just be an reaction to his ordeal. He wasn't very embaressed as it was a natural reaction when you see a naked woman. As a wild creature the instincts lay very close to the surface. Even in human form.

"I hope i wasn't interrupting anything when you ran to my aid?"

 

[cockslave]

mishka

I could see his arousal as he stood up, a fine specimen in either wolf or human form. Calm Mishka ..... you need to be calm. Remember the packs intentions.

"You didn't disturb me Tomaz , I was just coming home from work. Do you think it would help if you had company whenever you changed for a while? Just in case you need the smell of the pack to come back. I could accompany you if you like , it would be easy for me to cover the classes if needed.

I couldn't bear to think of you in pain out here alone again. I remember what it felt like to be unable to change at will. I wasn't born werewolf remember. It can be a very frightening experience, more so when alone."

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Her initial reaction was shock then fear. She caught the keys without a thought and just looked at them wide eyed. Her reaction not supporting his current situation but, she thought, someone at least noticed her.

She tried to help him to his feet.

"Come on, uh, Tommy man, your wasted. Ive been looking for you everywhere" she said hoping her voice wasnt too obvious.

She struggled until she got him at least standing then, slowly, tiptoeing they heading across the street to a beat up old Ford.

Slipping the key in the door, she let him lean against the side while she got the back door open enough for him to slip inside. Crawling in the front behind the wheel she started the car and pulled away. Glancing in the rearview mirror, she drove about three blocks then pulled over again.

"Okey, where to?" she asked. She was selfish but not so that she would let someone kill themselves. She waited for his reply.

 

[poohlive]

"Someplace to eat," He said, leaning against the far window. His eyes had opened, closed and opened again, as if he were some fish out of water, trying desperately to survive here on land.

It passed though, and he snapped back. He just needed some coffee and a good meal in him. That would make the drunkeness pass.

Who was this girl? He had forgotten. Was she really waiting for him? Was she his driver? He didn't know, he thought so. She looked young and cold and in need of a good meal herself.

But for very different reasons.

He pulled out his wallet, a bundle of cash in there. Slipped twenties and fifties. A mugger's dream wallet.

"One of those 24 hour places. Lot's of coffee. We'll get some food in you, and sober me up some. My treat."

He still didn't know her name. No, he must have. If he trusted her this much. He must know her name. Sharon, or Susan or something. One of those cute trusting names, that would help him.

 

[LittleSprite]

After closing down the library for the day Alonria walked down to the coffie shop and sat visiting with one of her favorite waitresses for awhile asking her about her kids and how things were going at home.

She as well of the rest of the pack tryed to keep up apperences as much as possable and kept pack buisness secret she wondered what the others were up to now tho and knew she needed to get back there soon.

Alonria hadnt been paying much attention to the time but watched as a girl and what appeard to be a very drunk man enter the coffie shop. Outside a bus was stopping at the all night stop and letting off some of its passangers to rest while it refuled.

Paying for her coffie she walked over to see if the gril helping the guy needed some help. Hey need a hand getting him in the booth?? she asked nicely.

 

[blackopal19]

Garnet

Garnet slipped from the small apartment that she called home. She wore a tight black leather skirt, and a devishly red low cut top, and tall black leather boots. Her long dark brown hair was pulled back into half a pony tail, with her longer curls daintily against her shoulders. The only other thing uponher body, save for a small stone pendent, was a deep blood red velvet purse.

Her boots made a soft clicking sound agaisnt the pavement as the night drew near and the sun sank below the horizon. But still she was not afraid..not even as the streets emptied and the real dangers came out; dangers that most humans never knew about. Because she was Garnet...the only sorceress that she knew who worked the streets..selling her potions and spells. She had no alliance towards the vamps or the lycans...and she had defences agaisnt both. But she was well versed in the politics of either.

This night she took her usual path. Nothing was out of the ordinary, save for a drunken man and a lost looking girl.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Emily Makerson (Edinea Jagramanh)

Edinea stepped out of the hotel she had checked in, ready to enjoy a bit of the night. Truth be told, she was a bit romantic. The moon had a special meaning to her. One is not a mage without being conscious of this meaning.

She walked down the dark streets the hotel was in. She wore a white one-piece dress without sleeves that reached down to her ankles, shiny black heeled shoes, and a white plastic diadem on her black hair, which fell in a soft-looking mane down to her waist. Every step moved her hair, making it shine one way or the other thanks to the moon's rays. A golden necklace hung around her neck.

And most important of all, the three white metal bracelets that hung on each of her arms. Edinea needed those, for reasons that only she knew and was not particularly interested on disclosing P ). They tinkled with each other, and their sound made her feel all the more cheery. She had no date, she was just fooling around, going to bars and such, hoping to make friends or even meet a special someone. And she had a hunch about that. Tonight, Edinea was sure she would find someone.

Not that she was just relying on pure hope. Her slender figure, swaying hips, and ample breasts should aid in that! Edinea giggled to herself, wondering how she could still be so love-driven and romantic after an eternity of watching all races fight each other over stupid reasons. Ah, well, not her business. Edinea was a love hunter, and good at that.

And her first hunting grounds appeared in the form of a coffee shop! Smiling to herself, Edinea went in past a drunk man and a girl holding him up, and sat on a stool, her hands on her lap, waiting for the barman to serve her something.

 

[Tigerjaw]

Tomaz

"Thank you Mishka." Tomaz smiled a thanks to her. He felt that he had tempted fate enough by having them both naked there. He offered her his hand and helped her on her feet. "We better get dressed i think." He said a little sheepishly as he glanced at her nude body. "I am still a man." He grinned.

 

[cockslave]

mishka

As I look at Tomaz I realise I have never really paid attention before to his nudity. Pack never does. Now that he has commented I can see he has noticed my nude body. His cock is semi erect and looking mighty fine.

I had not slept with anyone before, except in wolf form. Even then it was as part of a ceremony to celebrate the packs success in destroying another rival pack. I was so curious as to what a human body would feel like when having sex.

"Don't worry I like what I see too. Very much so in fact Tomaz. You are right of course though we should get back and dressed. Where are your clothes? I left mine at the house but have a set placed about a mile down the trail a bit. I too like hunting here. There are a lot of deer around.......they give a good chase."

 

[Mystical Avalon]

Deondra obliged and took him to Sonny's. She was scared to death. But this was better than walking around searching for food and warmth. She was still unsure how this man would be able to help her but, she figured it was worth a try.

"Um, Tommy, my man, you think you can stand up? I need to get you in the booth here" she asked. The lady that approached her gave her a little start but she recovered quickly.

"Please, a helping hand would be nice. My, um, boyfriend has had to many to drink and needs something to eat. Thank you Ms? I dont think I caught your name" she said extending a hand. Watching this man fall down into the booth then over at a crazy angle made both women laugh. It had been a long time since she laughed and the sound felt alien to her.

 

[poohlive]

"There's a spot on the floor," He said, pointing to where he had nearly fallen over. Good thing his catlike reflexes caught himself. Otherwise that might have been a close call. As it was now, he looked pretty prim and proper, all things considered.

He slowly adjusted his tie, looking down at the menu.

"Whatever you want to eat, sweetheart," He nodded to her, and her new friend too, apparently. Or had she been here the whole time? In the car, he did remember seeing two of them. Had that been double vision?

It must, because at the moment there were four of them, all looking at him, all laughing. He smiled back, adjusting himself some more. Four escorts, how did he ever get to be soo lucky.

"I want country fried steak. Well don, with mashed potatoes, hashbrowns, corn, and gravy smothering all of it," As he spoke he used his hands to demonstrate the gravy. As if he were trying to make his own continent. The mountainous mashed potatoes, the valley of hashed browns, the sea coast which held his country fried steak. Flatlands. Places where no human dared to go.

And the gravy. Rivers of it flowing throughout the land, lakes to swim in, pools to wet one's feet in the early morning, when the dew still kissed the blades of grass under his feet.

"I would like to have my feet kissed by grass, right after my swim in the gravy.

"And coffee," He said to the waitress. Was there a waitress here? He looked around? What happened? All of a sudden he had four wonderful ladies at his beck and call, and now he seemed to be by himself over here.

"Coffee?"