Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 3:27:42 GMT
It was Calla’s turn to give a yelp as she was knocked over. She landed hard and, with Trent on top of her, she couldn’t get up unless she knocked him off. Instead of doing that, though, she looked up at him, eyes slightly challenging in case he, in his current state, might think that her refusal to struggle was some sort of submission. She was waiting. Waiting to see what he would do next and whether or not she would have to try throwing him off. She was fairly certain that she could do the latter- she was, after all, a rather capable fighter. Using those skills, however, was a last resort. Calla was hoping that Trent would come to his senses enough that she would not find herself having to retaliate in someway.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 3:45:26 GMT
Trent gave a very slow and long sniff, breathing in Calla’s scent as deeply as possible, staring her right back in the eyes. He still didn’t attack or run, but the urge to fight her seemed to have vanished. Instead he sniffed again, snuffling thoughtfully, as though striving for memory that remained elusively out of reach. The whole killing the human seemed to have vanished from his mind and he whined softly, finally breaking Calla’s gaze to snuffle at her fur more fully.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 3:59:20 GMT
She remained still, letting him take in her scent and nuzzling him gently, giving a soft whine. The fact that wasn’t attacking made her hopeful that perhaps he was come at least somewhat back into his mind. If he could remember and realize what was going on, then things could go back to what was normal for them and she wanted that. As boring as she had once thought ‘normal’ was, their normal was anything but.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 4:11:01 GMT
He whined louder, taking in her scent and the pieces finally snapping back into place, the werewolf under him changing from any wolf to Calla. His white eyes widened, head snapping up to look at Calla’s face, as he realised he was on top of her. That he had knocked her down, that he had tried to hurt her. Trent whined pitifully now, pushing himself quickly off the other wolf and backing away, remaining on all fours for a change. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her anymore, pawing slightly at the ground in silent apology and guilt.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 4:18:54 GMT
Calla climbed to all fours- her preferred method of moving as the wolf- and shook herself before moving towards Trent. She knew by his behavior that he had come to realize what was going on and now she just wanted to comfort him. It hadn’t been his fault, after all. At least, as far as she was concerned it wasn’t. She moved up beside Trent and leaned against him lightly, nuzzling his neck and then his ear. It was her way of telling him that everything was okay and that she didn’t blame him for anything that had happened. Even as the wolf, Calla wanted to comfort Trent any way that she could.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 4:25:37 GMT
He closed his eyes as she nuzzled at him, the shame burning deeply. Both Trent and the wolf were horrified at themselves, disgusted that they had attacked Calla. The wolf had attacked his mate. That was something you just didn’t do and Trent refused to believe that his mental instability was excuse enough for something as heinous as that. If there was a line in the sand, he felt as if he had leaped over it.
Slowly, he began the change, the wolf wanting nothing more than to hide as deeply as it could, the appeal of running vanishing. Trent remained on all fours as his body shifted, contracting as the weaker form of the human appeared, his head bowed, the brown hair covering his face and hiding his now brown eyes.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 4:32:14 GMT
Calla would have changed back when Trent did, but there was no way to know if someone would come by and she was not about to let anyone else see her in the state of undress she would be in as a human. Even if she would smell them before they could see her, she wasn’t willing to take the risk. Instead, she laid down on the ground and scooted slightly until she could see directly into Trent’s face if she looked up, which she did.
She didn’t want him feeling guilty; she knew that he did and she even understood why, but that did not change the fact that she didn’t want him to. She gave a little whine and scooted a bit closer, stopping only when she could feel his arm against the side of her neck. Only for Trent would she ever show so much emotion, whether it be in human or wolf form.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 4:39:25 GMT
He’d torn his pants badly. For some reason that was the fact that kept repeating itself in his mind, the knowledge that he had ripped them, the material now hanging loosely around his waist – but thankfully still remaining up, out of everything.
When Calla whined softly and pressed herself against him, he gave a soft sob, eyes screwing shut. It was sometimes more than he could take, all the confusion and conflict in his mind and the knowledge that he tried to hurt the one thing that made sense was just too much. Trent leaned forward slightly, pressing his face against her neck, his shoulders shaking as he tried to suppress the tears.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 4:48:40 GMT
Calla stayed still, letting Trent lean into her, wanting to comfort him and knowing that there was nothing she could really do in either form to let him know that everything was okay. Even if she spoke the words, she doubted that he would feel any better. That was simply how Trent was. When things hit him, they hit him hard and he was oftentimes very nearly inconsolable.
She knew what a strange sight this might be to anyone who knew nothing of werewolves, but that bothered her little. Everyone else in the world could go jump off a bridge for all she cared. The only one that mattered to her was Trent.
Putting her ears back, Calla was ready to stay right where she was for as long as Trent might need her to. If he cried into her fur, then he just did. It would make her heart feel as if it was twisting, but if Trent needed to cry, then she would let him.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 4:56:39 GMT
Trent shivered slightly as he cried, unconsciously drawing comfort in the strong presence of Calla. Suddenly he pulled away, his eyes wide and puffy. His bracelet! He had left his bracelet somewhere back up the path, near that big tree. Along with the rest of his clothes true, but right now all Trent cared about was his bracelet. Calla had given him that, it was one of the most important things he owned.
Scrambling to his feet, he turned and ran along the path, ignoring the way the gravel digging into the souls of his feet. He had to find the pile of clothes he had left behind, had to find the bracelet, it had to still be there. Trent skidded to a stop again, turning to face Calla, torn. He didn’t want her to think he was trying to run off again. “My bracelet. I have to… my bracelet,” he stammered, still shivering softly from the cold. Then he moved again, heading for where he had left the pile of items.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 5:02:44 GMT
When Trent had scrambled up, Calla had done the same, watching him curiously until he told her what he was going off for. Since he was going off to find his bracelet, she knew that she should go get her things and moved off after him, reaching the tree where she had hidden her piled of things. Once there, she changed back quickly and dressed, putting her earrings and rose choker into her jacket pockets before moving off after Trent again, sure that he would understand why she had disappeared for a few moments when he saw her human and dressed again.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 5:08:58 GMT
Thankfully, his things were still where he had so carelessly discarded them and he quickly pulled his shirt and boots back on, before lovingly fastening the clasp of his bracelet again. Trent didn’t feel better, just felt as if there was one thing less to panic and worry about. That wasn’t always a better feeling.
He didn’t bother to move out from under his tree, and instead sank back to the ground, leaning against the bark of the trunk, his knees drawn up almost to his face and his arms flung loosely around them. Calla had vanished again, the thing that triggered this but Trent wasn’t surprised. After what he had done, he would be surprised if she could even look at him.
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 5:18:51 GMT
Calla walked quickly through the park, easily following Trent’s scent to the tree and therefore to Trent himself. She sat down and leaned lightly against him, watching his face as she reached out to lovingly stroke his hair. “Why did you take off out on the sidewalk?” she asked softly, gently. “I told you I was going to be right back. Then, when I turned around, you were gone. Did something happen?”
She knew that that was a silly question. Of course something had happened. He wouldn’t have run off on her otherwise and she knew it. What she was hoping for was that he would choose to tell her what that had been.
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Trent
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Post by Trent on Nov 8, 2006 17:19:35 GMT
“You were gone,” Trent mumbled softly, not moving from his curled up position. He closed his eyes, trying to keep his breathing steady as she stroked his hair. It was taking almost everything he had not to burst into tears again, but he had to be stronger than that, for Calla’s sake.
“You were gone and there were monsters, dead, rotting monsters, they always come, you can’t stop them and they were reaching out for me and I couldn’t find you, I had to find you.”
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Callandra
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Post by Callandra on Nov 8, 2006 17:38:13 GMT
Calla gave a soft sigh as she continued to stroke his hair. Monsters this time… “It was my fault. I should never have left you alone like that, even if I was still close by. I’m sorry, love.” She shifted a bit and stopped stroking his hair in order to get her arm around him. “I should have stayed with you rather than going to see to some random noise.”
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