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Post by Nick on Jan 13, 2007 21:47:33 GMT
Continued from: Back Roads with Lynnette
Nick had grinned at her initial enthusiasm and turned his eyes in the direction that she was pointing. Upon seeing the grouping of trees, he had given a nod. Now, as he pulled the car to a stop, making sure that it was at least somewhat hidden from the road, he gazed at the trees. “It looks perfect. Just what we need.”
He put the car top up and rolled up his window before reaching up and pulling off his scarab necklace. He had no idea why he was so attached to the thing, but he wasn’t about to take the chance of losing it. “If you’ve got anything with you that you don’t want to take the chance of losing, you can put it in the glove compartment.” He held up the necklace. “That’s where this is going.”
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Post by Lynnette on Jan 13, 2007 22:01:24 GMT
She could feel the animal inside of her pining and clawing at the surface, and she wondered if the roots of her hair had darkened noticeably, or if she was just imagining the shift. But then, her hair was darker below the surface blonde anyway, so she doubted it looked much different than normal, and as such, put it out of her mind. She looked to Nick as he held up his necklace, and she admired it quietly for a moment before reaching out to take it from him gently.
“Wow. That’s beautiful… a scarab?” Her brown eyes met his for a moment, and then she pulled herself together, thinking quickly about what she was wearing. Handing him his own necklace back, she reached to the nape of her neck and unfastened the clip for her Latin cross, pulling it out from under her sweater to catch the light as it came free from its clasp. Lynnette then eased the white gold Claddagh spinner ring from her right hand, and fed it onto the chain, refastening the clasp afterwards. She briefly listened to the ring and pendant lightly collide, and looked to Nick. “This is it.”
Remembering what he had said, she reached to the glove compartment, and popped it open, finding a safe nook and slipping her jewellery into place there. Taking his from him carefully once again, she set it on the other side, so the chains would tangle. Gently snapping the compartment shut again, she looked to him anew. “There… I think we’re ready to give this place a test run.” Now that they had found a place, her heart was almost tripping in her chest; she couldn’t decide if it was excitement or nerves.
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Post by Nick on Jan 13, 2007 22:22:08 GMT
Had anyone else taken the necklace from his hand, Nick would have very quickly shown them the errors of their way. He didn’t like anyone else touching the junk sale find, but Lynnette wasn’t just anyone. Other than Nick himself, she was the only one who was allowed to handle it, though she didn’t realize that and likely wouldn’t unless Nick suddenly decided to share that little fact with her.
When she had asked if it was a scarab- and then their eyes had met- he had given a smile and a response of, “Yeah. Found it in a junk sale and couldn’t resist buying it for some reason.”
With the jewelry put safely away, Nick’s grin grew and he wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that his excitement was rolling off him in waves. He wanted to run so badly that he could practically feel the ground under his paws already. The only downside to this whole thing was the fact that he was going to have to reveal his wolf to Lynnette, something that he still wasn’t entirely sure that he was ready for. Too damn bad. We’re running and that’s that.
“I think we are,” Nick agreed, shoving open his door and getting out, giving a stretch. “I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to get running.”
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Post by Lynnette on Jan 13, 2007 22:37:07 GMT
Lynnette hadn’t gotten any hint that touching the necklace was normally a ‘no-no’, hence her, gentle though it may have been, lack of hesitation in doing so. She was just a sucker for the unusual, and had found the pendant immediately attractive, and she hadn’t been able to resist taking a closer look at it. Had she known he was so possessive of it, she wouldn’t have just taken it, but since she didn’t know, there was no problem.
“You can find the best things when you’re not even looking,” she heard herself say to him, meeting his gaze across the gap in the car, and she got stuck there for a moment, looking into his eyes, before she had to literally pull herself back out again, giving an apologetic smile. Where had that come from?
It doesn’t matter. Focus.
Wiggling her toes in her shoes, she reached down in the car, and pulled them off, socks and all, before she followed Nick in stepping out of the car, feeling the grass beneath the flats of her bare feet. It was pleasantly cool, and she gave a little laugh at the tickle of the blades against the sensitive skin there, looking to Nick eagerly. “Well, only one thing left to do…” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, looking around. To either side of the clearing they had found, where Nick had secreted the car, were small clumps of bushes, and she nodded to them. “You go left and I go right, and we meet back in the middle?” She heard a small tremor of excitement or apprehension in her voice, but she hoped her soft smile covered it enough to put Nick at ease; she didn’t want him to think she was having doubts.
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Post by Nick on Jan 13, 2007 22:51:30 GMT
“Very true…” He had found it completely impossible to break the gaze himself, so when Lynnette took the initiative and did it for him, he was grateful. He really thought that he could get lost in her eyes if he left himself and he was more than willing to allow it given half the chance.
Once outside the car and the stretch was over, he leaned against the silver Beamer- it always seemed ironic to him that he had picked a silver colored car and he that that was probably the whole reason he had- and pulled off his shoes and socks, putting them in the floor.
Glancing to the clumps of bushes, Nick gave a nod as he shut his door. “Sounds about right to me.” He noted the little tremor in her voices and tilted his head slightly as he looked at her, giving a grin at the little smile. Still, he asked, “You’re sure you want to do this? I mean, if you don’t we can turn around and go right back home.” He didn’t want her to be uncomfortable and if she was, he wasn’t about to pitch a fit if she decided that she didn’t want to go running. “I mean, I’m good to go, but if you’re not, then there won’t be any hard feelings.”
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Post by Lynnette on Jan 13, 2007 23:15:25 GMT
It had been a challenge for Lynnette to break the gaze; maybe it had been the flicker of instinct in her that recognised Nick as being older, and therefore, more powerful… more in control. But she hated being submissive, so she hoped that wasn’t the reason she had managed to look away. If she could help it, she would never submit to a male again… or anyone; that was the ‘beauty’ of being a rogue wolf.
She had closed her door behind her with a quiet click as the catch caught, and looked across the hood of the BMW to her companion as he spoke. Her head shook from side to side, and she ran her hands smoothly through her loosely curled hair. “No, no… it’s not that… it’s just…” Lynnette trailed off, took in a deep breath, and threw caution to the wind, “You’ll be the first werewolf I’ve run with in… well… ever.” Her voice had dropped in volume as she spoke, but she trusted his senses to hear her anyway. She actually felt a little better already for the admission, and let out a breath, glancing to him almost a little meekly before she shrugged it off.
“I want to do this.” She nodded, firmly. “I’m ready.” Giving him a confident, sincere smile, she started to step away from the car. Glancing over her shoulder at him, she added, in something of an intentional cliché, “See you on the other side.”
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Post by Nick on Jan 13, 2007 23:37:53 GMT
Had Nick known what had been going through Lynnette’s mind during the gaze, he would have made it clear that submitting to him was something that she wasn’t ever going to have to do. And if any other male tried to make her submit to them… well, they had better hope Nick didn’t find out about it because he would make a very unmistakable statement about it. Not that he thought Lynnette needed him to do such a thing, of course. It was just a matter of him going into to overkill overdrive when someone messed with someone he cared about despite the fact that he hadn’t actually cared about someone in centuries. At least, until Lynnette.
“We’re in the same boat there. I’ve never been running with another werewolf, either, so it’ll be a new experience for the both of us. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He gave another grin. “Just something you haven’t had the chance to do before.”
As Lynnette headed for her chosen set of bushes, Nick headed for his own clump, covering the ground easily. His wolf pined, wanting desperately to be released. Impatient…
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Post by Lynnette on Jan 13, 2007 23:59:22 GMT
Lynnette simply wasn’t used to being treated as an equal by a male; all the male rogues she had met since leaving her pack had had very crude intentions, nine times out of ten, and the other fraction hadn’t really made her comfortable enough to find out what they had wanted. Nick was a first. He was a rogue like herself who understood it all; he may not have had her shadows and story, but he didn’t demand anything of her, other than that she be herself, and that, in and of itself, was precious.
Hearing Nick say he’d never run with another wolf before, quite frankly, surprised the blonde female. She had expected him to come out with stories about all sorts of characters he’d run with, given his age, but to hear him sympathise with her on that front… she felt a pang of connection that almost warned her inside. She smiled at him one last time before ducking into the cover of the bushes.
For a time, she stood there, letting it come slowly so it wouldn’t overwhelm her and take over. It was a process she was still mastering, but each moon that passed made it easier for her, and steadily, her brown eyes closed, bleeding yellow behind closed lids. Slowly, she pulled her sweater up over her head, continuing to shed her clothing piece by piece, even as the fur started to sweep over her body, turning her blonde hair a rough brown, rippling in shades from dark chocolate to light rust. The soft crackle and subtle pop of bone and cartilage shifting and reshaping filled her ears, but she kept her verbal reactions inside, swallowing them until a growl rippled up her throat as her spine twisted. She bent over and the change enveloped her entire body in a rush, the wolf scrambling to the surface as her ears and muzzle pushed up and forward, canines and fangs working through gums.
And then, almost as suddenly as it had started, it was over.
There, on all fours, where a seemingly-young woman had previous been standing, surrounded by carefully dropped clothing, stood a werewolf with long limbs, no tail, and unmistakeably lupine skull and facial features. A shudder ran down her spine, and she stretched luxuriously, feeling the freedom, and inhaled deeply, her senses on fire with the rich aromas around her.
And from across the clearing, she smelt the male…
Nick…
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Post by Nick on Jan 14, 2007 0:23:20 GMT
As soon as Nick was behind his clump of bushes, he pulled off his shirt, dropping his clothes into a rather haphazard pile. While he didn’t shred his stuff due to the size of his wolf, he had learned the hard way how easy it was to get tangled up if he tried to ditch the garments after the change. It was far more of an annoyance than he could be bothered with, especially right now.
As soon as his clothes were out of the way, he let the change sweep over him. No trying to keep it going slowly for him. He was old enough that he just let it happen and went with the flow. Just like he tended to do with life.
Cracking cartilage and reshaping bones didn’t bother him any more and he hardly paid attention to it as it happened. Certainly, it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but he was so used to it after over five centuries that it was pretty easy to forget about. Even as he dropped to all fours, no longer capable of standing upright and his brown hair darkened to black and began to almost swarm over his body, he had easy control over the wolf and just wished the transformation would hurry up. He hated having pent up energy and he was more than impatient to meet up with Lynnette again. Finally, as his hazel eyes brightened to amber, he was completely transformed, looking more like a big black dog than a wolf.
Giving a quick stretch, he emerged from his clump of bushes and headed for the spot where he and Lynnette would meet. Breathing in deeply, he took in her scent and found himself now more impatient than ever.
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Post by Lynnette on Jan 14, 2007 0:37:44 GMT
Her curiosity was getting the better of her quickly, and still down on all fours, she remained still as she heard the rustle of leaves and branches; Nick was moving… waiting for her. She lifted her black nose and sniffed, catching his definite, musky scent again, comforted and intrigued by it. She started to move as well, feeling her stomach twist; whether or not it was excitement or worry, she wasn’t sure, but there was no turning back now.
Her muzzle pushed through the cover first, and she was careful as she slinked her way through the foliage so she wouldn’t snag her thin but still protective coat. It didn’t take her long to catch sight of him, her breath held in anticipation, and she continued to move steadily, coming into full view, and staying down on all fours, where she was closer to his level.
While it was true that he was shorter than she had expected, he looked no less powerful than she had imagined; she studied him from where stood, sniffing from a slight distance. His back legs seemed to lack the extra joint, so she assumed he was restricted to quadruped movement, but she didn’t care. His glossy, full black coat combined with the bright, intelligent eyes… she wished she could smile in wolf form, and her lips twitched slightly in a hint of one. She wished she had a tail, but was almost glad she didn’t have one; it would most likely have been wagging.
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Post by Nick on Jan 14, 2007 0:58:00 GMT
As soon as he heard the rustling of leaves, Nick turned his bright amber eyes in the direction of the bushes Lynnette had changed behind, waiting and watching. He shifted slightly on his paws, listening to every noise that the soft night wind carried on it though his attention was taken completely by wondering about Lynnette’s wolf.
As soon as he caught sight of her, his ears perked up. He had known that she would be larger than him- he often wondered if anyone wasn’t- but he hadn’t been sure how much so. Even with her on all fours, he could tell that she was going to just tower over him when she stood up right. Of course she will. The bipedal wolves are always feet taller than I am.
Nick knew that most would think of Lynnette’s wolf as scrawny and maybe even unattractive, but to him, she was perfect. Flawless. And he was incredibly glad that she couldn’t read his mind because he didn’t know if he would ever be able to look at her again if she could have. Nick allowed his tail to swing happily as he watched her, not caring how obvious that particular movement was.
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Post by Lynnette on Jan 14, 2007 1:18:43 GMT
His tail was wagging. Wagging.
That made something in Lynnette’s chest skip happily, and she lolled her tongue for a moment before she caught herself, moving closer with a fraction more confidence now that he seemed to have accepted her. Damn these instincts, she cursed inwardly, knowing they were so ingrained that she would have to work a lot harder to just squash them down inside. For now, she had to just… let them be.
She moved towards him, sniffing curiously, contently taking in his scent. His wolf was so perfectly proportioned that she found herself almost momentarily jealous, but she admired him from head to tail for a minute, intrigued by his stature and frankly, everything else. She had always somewhat wished she were more ‘realistic’ in appearance when it came to their heritage, and their common cousins in the wild, but she had always worked with what nature had given her, so she pushed that down as well, allowing herself to pace around him, taking everything in.
As she came alongside him, she walked closer than she had perhaps consciously intended, keeping herself down at his level, and without even realising at first, she let her side brush firmly against his, their fur mingling and the heat from their bodies transferring for a moment, shared.
When she realised what she had done, she blinked, and almost stepped back, looking to his bright eyes with an automatic apology. She had pushed the boundaries… oh god, she didn’t want to push him away…
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Post by Nick on Jan 14, 2007 1:45:35 GMT
Nick made a low sound, one that was supposed to tell her that there was no need for an apology for what had happened. Hell, he had enjoyed it and probably a lot more than he should have. Instincts screamed at him to nuzzle her, lean against her, show her that she had done nothing wrong, but he forced himself not to for fear that it would scare her away. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
He gave a soft yip and wagged his tail a bit more, turning his very canine looking head to look at the trees before returning his gaze to her. Everything’s fine. Want go running now? Nick Sherwood wasn’t going to be pushed away easily.
Not sure if he should do it or not, he pressed his head lightly and quickly against her shoulder, figuring that if that didn’t tell her not to worry about anything, nothing would. Though now it was his turn to be afraid that he had pushed the boundaries. He would have to remember to apologize for that when he could speak again…
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Post by Lynnette on Jan 14, 2007 2:01:09 GMT
She was reassured by his yip and tail wag, but she felt her chest constrict unfamiliarly as he pressed his head into her shoulder. She could feel his warmth, and almost pined, but managed to catch herself. Meeting his gaze, she lifted and dropped her muzzle in a kind of nod, and trotted along beside him as they approached the trees.
When they reached the edge of the dense trees, she pulled herself to a steady halt. Glancing to Nick at her side, she then agilely reared up and back to stand on two legs, head rocking back so her nose was up, and she sniffed, in and out, pulling scents to her and analysing them for any danger. Only when she was certain no hazard awaited Nick and herself did she drop to all fours again, giving a kind of little woof of a noise to tell him the way was clear.
And then her eyes flashed mischievously. With a kind of wolfen grin, she arched back, wriggling almost like a cat about to pounce, before she darted forward. Feeling the ground rush beneath her paws, she felt alive and energised, and she couldn’t help but throw back her head and howl to the moon.
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Post by Nick on Jan 14, 2007 2:15:22 GMT
While Lynnette had stood up on two legs to sniff the air- why did he have to be such a shrimp?- he had put his own nose in the air in order to take a deep sniff and sort through the scents. While, yes, Lynnette was likely to be far better at handling any trouble they came upon simply due to her size and weight, he wanted to know if there was anything ahead of them, too. After all, who really knew? Maybe his smaller stature would be useful.
When Lynnette took off, Nick bolted after her, his blood already singing. It just felt so good to run freely and actually have someone else to share it with. It felt amazing as far as he was concerned and as Lynnette’s howl washed over him, he couldn’t resist joining in.
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