Spells of Roses Containment (Closed)

[Asa]

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The spell cast... a simple scent to contain the beast within the beautiful young woman. She was in now way a prisoner but there was no where that she was permitted to go that was not lavished with the most crimson and fragrant of roses. She wandered the gardens remembering her other life as if it were a dream. The primal hunger... the hunt... the scent of blood flooding her nose and the feel of the beast within her rippling protectively to the surface transforming her very being into that of the hunter... the destroyer. Now it was roses and formal dresses and suitors and lavish lifestyle of any desire she could ever have but all human.

Deep down the beast sleeps... dreams and calls to the one destined long ago to be her mate... her male... her soul. Was this happening to her because he was human or to keep them apart?

(Her possible other half/mate)
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She had wandered nearly to the coastline of the expanse of land she called home. She rarely came out this far from the mansion and gardens. Others used this part of the property as well. There was a dock and minimal overnight housing for those having to wait for a ship to arrive. She avoided that to an extent and walked along the shoreline watching the waves and the various people milling about and sitting on the sand. Curiosity got the better of her and she slipped from her shoes and walked barefoot in the sand. The gritty warmth felt good as she walked along. Soon she found herself walking out towards the waves as the rains began. She stood there watching them for what seemed an eternity until she felt someone touch her arm. She turned into the mysterious eyes of a young man who watched her.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

The boats didn’t go out today. All the signs pointed to a terrible storm. It was the sort of weather that killed fishermen, dashed boats against the rocks, and made widows. Yet the portended storms never came. There was a lot of cursing on the docks today. Lost income never made for happy markets. Still something drew him to the water. He could not explain it, it was as if something tugged at him, demanded he wander the shoreline, gazing out to sea.

It was then that he saw her. Dusk had just started to tease the horizon and the tide was rolling it. Finally that storm that had screamed all day of warning began to show signs of coming. He could see the rain rolling upon the open water heading toward the shoreline.

She was beautiful sure, but lots of women were beautiful; Especially when you spent all day on a boat with a bunch of men. There was something else about here, something magnetic. It drew his eyes and compelled them to rest upon her. He spoke in a deep voice that somehow both mingled with the roaring waves, and rose above them with ease.

“Storm’s a comin’ Ma’am, and the waves are getting stronger. Do ya need a hand back to shore?”

 

[Asa]

Hearing a voice she turned around and glanced to him. Raven hair billowing in the breeze and her crimson dress beginning to pull with the rolling of the waves. She then noticed the tightness beginning to pull at her ankles as well as the waves rolled back out and nodded smiling softly to him.

Yes thank you.

She allowed him to help her and realizing that she would never make it back to the mansion before the storm set in she sighed.

Well I guess I am stuck on the shoreline till this storm passes. Perhaps you could help me back to that little inn?

She held the long edge of her crimson dress in one hand and her hand lingered in his once she stepped clear of the waves. Taking a deep breath there was something a little different in the air... she could still smell the roses but that scent was softer than normal. She almost smiled at that little fact though was not sure why.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

His large hand folded around her delicate offering; the contrast was startling. Her small hand rested comfortably within his larger grip. She could feel calloused skin, sense the restrained strength within that hand as he guided her slowly back to the shore. He walked with a sure step, he had a way of rolling with the motion of the water even in shallows like this. His gaze focused upon her gait; those unaccustomed to walking the waves could easily lose their footing. It was this reasoning that his eyes locked to her eyes, but not the reason he could not peel his eyes from her.

“Oh that is no inn Ma’am. Well not in the way ya are thinking. It be no place for a woman alone after dark that’s sure. If ya want I can lead ya to a place where we can wait out the storm. Its no in but it is dry, and I can make a fire.”

His eyes finally rose to meet her face once more as they landed foot upon the sodden shoreline. The waves were little more than a trickle here, so concern of her falling was gone. The light was fading fast and yet there was almost a soft glow in his emerald eyes. There was definitely a peculiar familiarity in those eyes, something that might tickle her senses like a dream only barely remembered.

 

[Asa]

Once on more stable ground she watched his eyes, her head tilting slightly as she saw that almost glow to his green eyes. Her own ice china blue eyes seemed to almost glow as well as she nodded listening to him.

That will have to do... She smiled. Lead the way and thank you. Perhaps we should introduce ourselves... I am Aura.

She smiled his eyes tugging at her mind though she didn't realize why. She also could hear that almost comforting growl in the back of her mind as the scent of roses seemed to be nearly washed away by the rains and water.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He continued to gaze into the ice wreathed by dark full lashes. It was like a flame drawing in the moth. He could not, would not look away until the soft musical chime of her voice broke the spell holding him enthrall. Blinking his glowing green eyes a smile flitted to his lips.

The small was quickly creased with concern. His forehead creased with thought. For the first time he truly regretted his lack of education. He was not sure how to address her, or even what her station was. Regret did not last long, and his features smoothed. He had regret, but bore no shame of who he was.

“I am Victor. Glad to meet ya. I’m sorry I don’t know how ya are normally greeted. The sea is my life, we have no fine dressed folk here. Just the salt, the sea, and the sky. Come… the sky, she is angry.”

As if to echo his words a bolt of lightning streaked from the sky and struck an unknown destination. The roar of thunder that followed was almost deafening. He needed no more urging. Tugging her hand with insistence he led her to a small nearby cave. Guided by the light of spears of lightning they made the slight uphill incline swiftly. He turned to her with a smile.

“Go ‘head and get under cover. I will start a fire and then cover the entrance.”

 

[Asa]

I grow weary of all the suitors and formality of my guardians and their grand friends. That is why I wandered this far from the house atop the hill. It would seem that Nature did not approve... Nor would Her Ladyship to find out that I have wandered this far from the gardens. She will have to get over it since Nature has seen to my remaining here for a time.

She smiled walking quickly. Jumping a little at the lightning and thunder but not fully out of fear it was a strange sense to her of the primal power and energy of the storm itself and the slowly fading scents of the roses from the gardens.

It is nice to meet you Victor and just call me Aura.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

“Aura…”

He spoke the word as if he were tasting it upon his lips. His gaze focused on her thoughtfully as if he were trying to decide something. Then after a moment he gave a brief nod. Apparently the decision had been reached.

“I will gather what is needed. I will return. The cave will keep you safe and dry.”

He started to walk down the shore line looking at the sandy earth. When he returned he had several pieces of dried out drift wood, and kindling.

He stepped into the cave and walked several steps into the darkness before she could hear some fumbling in the darkness. Then there was light! Well sparks anyway. His face was illuminated as he held an open blade against some of the kindling and struck it with a flint stone. Several concentrated strikes and a subtle flame danced along the kindling. Within a few moments he was constructing a small fire that began to shed light into the cave. Moments later heat finally began to ooze from the crackling flames to warm the chill air. Just in time for the downpour to begin.

 

[Asa]

She sat there in the cave her legs tucked up under her as she watched the darkness till she saw the sparks and the soft light as she smiled seeing the light and shadows over his face. Her head tilted slightly as she watched him. Leaning slightly against the wall of the little cave as she stared at the flames... the scent of burning wood slowly killing off what was left of the even faint scent of roses.

Her senses seemed to turn a little more primal hearing almost each drop hitting near the cave... the intense natural smell of the rain and sea and fire all mingling in a primal bouquet that seemed to make her eyes shimmer as if sparking to life as well.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He sat down slowly, watching the flickering flames. The sand here was dry. The water’s edge rarely came up this high.

His eyes seemed to glow in the low light, and as it would have it his glittering orbs were studying her. His gaze was not lewd, it was as if he were trying to figure out a puzzle. Tilting his head slowly he spoke in a softer voice, as he no longer had to speak above the roaring waves. The sounds of the storm and the sea were dampened by rock.

“Aura, there is something familiar about you… Why?”

 

[Asa]

She looked to him in the firelight her eyes looked feral as she thought on his words.

I... I don't know but I... you seem familiar as well...

She brushed her long dark hair behind her ear as they sat there her fingers swirling in the sand as she sat there wondering the same thing he was.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He was compelled to close the distance between them. It was not her form, or her voice that was so familiar, no it was something else. Standing slowly he walked toward her and stood looking at her. Then sitting down again he realized what it was. He could pick it out, sorting through it despite the burning wood, the heavy salt of the sea, the sand.

He could smell her.

Reaching out without really thinking he curled a few of his thick fingers into her hair. It was a brazen act, not fit for one of her station, but he could no more help himself, than he could stop breathing. The smell of her was inviting, intoxicating all consuming.

“I have never met one like you before… but somehow there is something that binds us.”

 

[Asa]

She smiled feeling his hand in her hair. She in turn reached a hand to touch his face. Her eyes almost glowing as she watched him searching his face and eyes. Her head tilted slightly something deep down something feral and wild seemed to be fighting to wake within her. She held no memory of her wolven side. Just of the family that were her guardians and their seeking to find her a suitor and roses always roses around her she often wondered why.

Yes... something... I... Remember only the family who care for me nothing before them but I am not their child they took me in.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

As she turned her gaze upon him he felt something stir deep within him. He felt passion rise up, burning, searing his soul. Other than that however he felt the wolf within. He found a soft growl rumbling within his chest.

He leaned closer, his gaze met hers and his heart started to beat faster within his chest, his breathing accelerating. Which only flooded more of her intoxicating scent into his nostrils.

“I.. I think it is strange you do not remember your younger years, don’t you?”

 

[Asa]

Yes... strange but I never really thought much about it... till now.

She stared into his eyes hearing the low growl she absently responded in kind not realizing that she was doing so. Fingertips still resting on his cheek as she stared into his eyes.

What about you.. tell me about you.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

The growl rumbled between them. The two sounds combining in a strange, primal chorus. Almost as if they were singing to one another.

Her touch was divine. His eyes fluttered closed for a moment. When they opened once more his eyes looked different then before. The orb looked almost vulpine in nature. When he spoke, that rumble seemed to fill every syllable.

“There is not much to tell. I grew up on the water. We lived not far from the shore. Me and my Dad. I don’t remember much of my mother. She died when I was very little. Dad died a few years back. Attacked by some sort of animal in the night. I’ve never seen it’s like before. I’ve been on my own ever since. I work a one man fishing boat to earn my living. Nothing special.”

 

[Asa]

An... animal... strange the ones around here tend to run from humans not attack them.

Her voice was soft within the growl. Her eyes almost seemed to glow staring into his beyond any reflection the fire would have given them. She smiled her head tilted watching his eyes. Something more primal was waking more and more... the wolf within was slowly breaking from its magically forced slumber. With a change to her heartbeat and mind she was slowly returning in some unseen way to who and what she was. The changes she felt inside added to her smile as it softly slowly grew more primal. The wolf within her seemed to be talking to what had to be a wolf within him and they seemed in some strange sync.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

He nodded his head to her words. She was right of course, but that did not change the truth of the matter. Some sort of animal had killed his father.

“I know thats normal, but it was almost like a phantom of some sort. There were no tracks outside the house, going either direction. The only tracks were inside, and they were definitely something I have never seen. Somehow I slept through the whole thing…”

He shook his head, dark thoughts trying to surface from the pit of his soul. He met her eyes once more and felt his thoughts simply stall. Something about her, it called to a part of him he did not quite understand. He found himself leaning closer, gazing into her eyes with much more intensity than was appropriate. The changes in her seemed to be fitting, to be right. The feral nature of her smile, the growl, and that look. It felt like a piece of a puzzle he did not understand finally falling into place.

 

[Asa]

Strange...

Her voice again soft she took a deep breath inhaling deeply through her nose watching him something between them that neither understood but seemed perfectly natural.

All I know is that the family that takes care of me really seems to love roses... but only of a certain scent... its... strange... they grow them and keep the house filled with them...

She smiled a little...

But here... I can't smell them... the storm... denies the scent from reaching us here...