Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Dec 18, 2011 3:09:37 GMT
Lynnette wasn't so good at making nice with people, as a general rule, especially if those people happened to be wolves of the male persuasion. Nick was the exception to that rule, and Lynnette suspected he was the one and only, and would continue to be the one and only, perhaps for the rest of her life, however long that ended up being. Some things simply did not change, and she was content in that fact. As far as she was concerned, she didn't need anyone else, only Nick. Yes, she had the other dancers in her company, but they were not essential; a dancer could always dance alone, if they needed to, at least those who really loved their art. Nick was different, and she had known that very early on. There were very few things Lynnette could not live without, but Nick was at the top of that list, and always would be. Nothing would change that.
Nick could weave through and under obstacles much better than Lynnette, given her size, but she had height and longer legs on her side, and so she could leap higher and farther. Here in the woods, though, her mate's manoeuvrability quite often outmatched her own, and even now she could hear him gaining ground, despite her long stride. In an attempt to get ahead, she broke off to the left and chanced the thicker trees and roots and bushes in order to get further ahead of him. It would mean more leaping and keeping her awareness at its peak, but she was determined to give her mate a run for his money.
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Post by Nick on Dec 21, 2011 19:45:31 GMT
Typically, Nick had always preferred to keep to himself. He had never considered himself completely anti-social, but it made leaving a city a good deal easier if there were no friends to miss. Lynnette, though, had been an exception that he had never been willing to make before and he really couldn’t imagine making it again. He had been surprised at how quickly and easily he had become attached to her, how fast that he had found himself not wanting to think about a time when she wouldn’t be in his life. He didn’t shut himself off from his co-workers or anything of the sort, of course, but he never really considered any of them friends, though he would joke and laugh with them, work on stories or, on very rare occasions, go out for drinks. It was, he had always figured, best to come across as just another guy, if somewhat a loner for the most part. Since Lynnette had come into his life, though, he couldn’t imagine going back to being alone. As long as Lynnette was there, he would be happy.
She was giving him a good run for his money, but he wasn’t about to give up. He was going to stubbornly keep chasing after her, doing what he could to catch up and, if possible, pull ahead, just for the fun of it. He didn’t know if that was actually going to happen, but it didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to try. There was no sense in giving up, after all. That would just take all the fun out of things!
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Dec 31, 2011 21:51:37 GMT
Nick and Lynnette could just live alone and they would be happy, the female of the two suspected. There was a reason they were rogues, after all, and just because they had broken away from the norm in trusting one another and actually going on to fall for one another, that didn't mean they were about to change right at the core. Lynnette could never imagine herself amongst a group, whether it be a pack or something like one, and she suspected Nick was the same. That was fine. There was absolutely nothing wrong with that, and she, for one, was perfectly happy with it being just the two of them for the rest of their lives. They could live forever with only each other for company, and that sounded just perfect to Lynnette.
An idea occurred to her, and it was all she could do not to throw her head back in a howl of laughter, the thrill of the run and the adrenaline it brought with it making her feel more alive as she darted this way and that. Without warning and with as little sound as possible, she quite suddenly changed direction, going neither left nor right, but up. With a powerful kick of her hind legs, she leapt from the ground and caught her claws in the bark covering the trunk of a large tree. When she was certain her weight was supported, she worked on clambering higher and higher. It was cheating, perhaps, but there were no rules in this game of theirs, and she was simply trying to add something new.
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Post by Nick on Jan 3, 2012 23:23:56 GMT
Nick would have been more than happy to spend eternity alone with only Lynnette for company, moving around as need be, relying only on one another. For years, he had needed no one but himself. Now, he needed no one but Lynnette. Being a part of a larger group held no interest for him; just the two of them made the perfect sized group as far as he was concerned. Nick would always be happy with it being just the two of them, never needing anyone else, being only a part of general groups only as much as he had to be in order to get by without someone wondering what was going on. That was how he had always done it, after all, and that was how he imagined he would continue on. Only now he wouldn’t be alone.
When Lynnette suddenly went up rather than left or right, Nick pulled to a stop so abruptly that he tumbled over his own feet. He was up immediately, shaking himself off before putting his front paws on the tree trunk and watching her for a moment. Okay, this was so incredibly unfair. He couldn’t follow, not as he was, which left him with a decision to make. He could either wait around on the ground, following her from below if she started moving through the trees, which were certainly close enough that she would have no problem doing so, or he could transform back and climb up after her, since the only way he would be able to do that would be in human form. Of course, then there would be the issue of jumping between trees should he need to do that. He was a werewolf, not a weremonkey, though how interesting would that have been? Not that he thought of Lynnette as a weremonkey, of course, but after this, he would probably have to joke about it at least once. If only he wasn’t stuck with a quadruped wolf form! Finally, he gave the best wolfy grumble he could and sat down to watch her. If it seemed like she was having too much fun, he would transform and climb up after her, just to see if it was as interesting as it seemed to be.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Jan 4, 2012 3:09:13 GMT
It was perfectly possible for wolves to exist happily in pairs, and she had seen wildlife documentaries that supported that. Werewolves were not wolves though, not in the strictest sense, and not in the same way that the lupine members of the animal kingdom were at least; there were many differences, first and foremost their human sides. Wolves broke things down into simple parts, whereas werewolves with minds made up of pieces that were both animal and human didn't put things so simply. Wolves lived in the moment, not thinking about the past or the future beyond where their next meal might be coming from or how they might keep their cubs and their pack safe, but werewolves were weighed down by the past. It was easier to find the balance for born wolves, those like Lynnette. She had often found herself wondering what it was like to have been human at some point, to know mortality only to lose it and become something else entirely.
It didn't take long for Lynnette's sense of triumph to dwindle, first at the unmistakable sound of Nick losing his balance and then at the look of him slumping to sit against the ground beneath her as she clung to the trunk of the tree. Her ears rocked back and she might have shouted down an apology to him, but werewolves couldn't do that, regardless of whether they could walk on two legs or not. So, instead, she released her hold on the bark and flipped herself away from the tree, tumbling almost artfully down to the ground and landing on all fours with balance and poise. She wasted no time in closing the gap and giving him a nudge with her muzzle by way of apology.
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Post by Nick on Jan 10, 2012 21:19:03 GMT
Nick didn’t watch many wildlife documentaries, so he would have simply taken Lynnette’s word on the details about wolves, but he did know that he was more than happy to keep it down to just the pair of them. Let those who were so inclined have the pack life. He knew that the life of a rogue wasn’t for everyone, but pack life wasn’t either, something that he was proof of. He had never been part of a pack and had never wanted to be. He had figured out the basics of surviving as a werewolf on his own after being turned and, really, had never seriously considered joining a pack. Oh, in the beginning he had thought that it might have been easier to have others around who would understand what was going on and be able to help him better understand it, but there had always been something in him that had kept him on his own, wandering, living as he wanted to live, never finding himself having to abide by pack rules that he might or might not have been able to tolerate. He remembered the whole werewolf thing being confusing at first, having always been human and then suddenly finding himself something else entirely, but Nick had worked through it and now could only remember the tiniest little bits and pieces of human life. He didn’t miss it, that much he knew for certain.
Though he couldn’t follow her up the tree, Nick had been ready to sit and wait as long as it took her to either make her way back to the ground or start on some new facet of their game, which he would have kept up with the best he could from the ground, since climbing around in trees in his wolf form was well out of the realm of possibility. When she got back down to the ground (and made it look entirely too easy) and nudged him by way of apology, he gave a wag of his tail and nudged her in return to show that the apology was accepted. As if it wouldn’t have been.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Jan 17, 2012 23:36:03 GMT
Nick was strong and smart, and Lynnette had realised he possessed these admirable traits from a very early point in their relationship, even before they had confessed how they really felt about one another. She had no doubt that he had figured things out for himself in the beginning, and she loved him all the more for that, knowing that he had found his own footing and refused to rely on anyone else. In a way she saw a little of herself in him in that way; while it was true that she had had her mother and her one friend with her in the beginning, after she had run away from her pack she had been alone, with no one else to rely on, and she could sympathise with the loneliness and the pressure that came with it, having to fend for yourself and find your own way in life. That was no small achievement, especially for werewolves, and most particularly with those who had not been born as lycanthropes. It wasn't something that could be easily undermined, at least not in Lynnette's book.
That wag of his tail made her feel better almost instantly, and the return nudge filled her chest with a familiar warmth that only Nick could trigger. It was awkward for her to sit on her haunches, she wasn't built for it, her proportions were ill-suited to such a position, so instead she remained on all fours and gave him another nudge, behind his jaw and at the hinge of his neck, and then she rubbed the top of her muzzle along the underside of his own. In a way it was a show of submission, but between the two of them, it was more affection than anything. Nick was older and therefore more experienced, yes, but they were mates, and dominance had no place in such a relationship.
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Post by Nick on Jan 26, 2012 15:45:09 GMT
He probably wouldn’t have called himself strong or smart (or if he did, he wouldn’t have really believed it), but he had had to be resourceful and figure things out along the way, which had been much easier said than done. While he had been figuring out the whole lycanthrope thing, there had been times when he had wondered if he was doing the right thing or if he was doing something completely wrong and needed to find someone to at least give him some pointers on how to deal with the whole situation. He hadn’t done that, though, no matter how often it popped into his head. Nick hadn’t wanted to rely on anyone and having someone tell him what to do just hadn’t been high on his list of thing he had cared to deal with, so he had continued on, figuring out things for himself, making adjustments to what he was doing when they were needed. It had been a lesson in trial and error, there was no denying that, but as far as he knew, he had never hurt, maimed, killed or bitten anyone while he had been trying to get control of the wolf, so he considered it a win and went about his life, glad that he hadn’t found himself needing to rely on anyone to help him make it through.
There had never been any questions of dominance between the two of them. They had always been equal and always would be, anyone who though otherwise making a very big mistake. It didn’t matter if something looked submissive (and it certainly didn’t matter if it normally was), such actions were always simply affectionate when shared between the two. He might have been older, but that made no difference to him. Equal was equal, and that was exactly what they were.
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Post by Lynnette on Jan 28, 2012 16:46:04 GMT
If Nick ever shared all of that with her, Lynnette wouldn't be able to keep herself from telling him how impressive it was. For a bitten wolf to keep himself from harming others was no small feat, especially when he had been alone and trying to not only figure out the answers to all his questions alone but also keep from losing his mind. She had heard horror stories about rogue wolves, bitten wolves, who had lost all control and sanity after being turned; they gave up on trying to find their way and any semblance of balance and support, and left a bloody trail of destruction in their wake. Nick hadn't done that, he had held on and powered through, and she would be so proud of him for that.
Rising to all fours, Lynnette moved alongside her mate and brushed her body against his own. It was a thoroughly wild and warm gesture, the sort real wolves shared regularly; they were a tactile race, they relied a lot on touch, and Lynnette could no longer imagine a life without this sort of contact with another. It spoke volumes, much more than words ever could, and she felt her comfort and contentment spread like a soothing wave through her body as she brushed against her mate. There was nothing quite like it, she had learned, and honestly she didn't know how she had gone so long without it.
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Post by Nick on Feb 14, 2012 0:10:07 GMT
He really didn’t think it was impressive at all. Nick hadn’t wanted to join up with other wolves, so it had been a simple necessity to learn- and learn quickly- how to best keep himself from hurting anyone while he went through the struggle of attempting to get his wolf and transformation under his control. There had been some trial and error involved in the whole process as he tried to figure out the best way to keep himself confined during full moons, but he had always made sure to keep himself as far away from people as he possibly could when the moon started to assert its influence over him. He didn’t know exactly what it was that had helped him to keep his sanity and a clear enough mind to realize that he had to keep himself secluded when the wolf’s time came, but he suspected that a big part of it had been the desire to avoid doing to someone else what had been done to him. The last thing he had ever wanted to do was cause such a nightmare for someone else and it had been a nightmare. At least, it had been before he had learned how to keep control. After that, after he was able to confidently say that he could keep the wolf under control, he had learned that being a werewolf was nothing short of exhilarating.
There had been a time when such displays of affection would have had him rolling his eyes and turning the other way, thinking they were over the top and unnecessary, but having never been in love before, he had never had any reason or desire to understand such a display. As it was now, though, he understood such displays, understood the deep affection behind them and, therefore, respected them. it was a great deal easier to understand such things when he felt the affection behind them, both in receiving and giving it. He couldn’t begin to guess what he had done so right that allowed him to deserve Lynnette, but whatever it was, he wasn’t about to argue with it. He was just going to happily accept his amazing luck.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on May 8, 2012 21:22:25 GMT
It was probably a good thing that Nick was so humble and not the type to brag, at least not about big things such as how he had survived and trained himself to overcome the moon and his wolfen instincts, because Lynnette would never have been able to get comfortable with someone like that. It was rare enough that she was so at ease with a male after the way she had been raised in her pack, surrounded by overly masculine and dominant individuals who sought only to use and abuse the females around them, like they were property. Lynnette had never expected to find someone who could bring those walls crashing down, for all intents and purposes, but to say that she was glad she had done so, no matter how inadvertently, would be a laughable understatement.
Had she been able to smile in wolf form, she would have done so then, turning back towards this wonderful male who had found a way past all her barriers and reservations and won her over. Her mate. Lynnette didn't doubt Nick would be able to see it in her eyes, even if it wasn't as easy to see on her face as it would have been had she been in human form. With that light in her eyes, she lowered her front quarters in a kind of crouch, growled at him playfully, and then scurried back and out of the way of any attack he might spring on her, before repeating the same behaviour at a greater distance. The night was still young, after all, and they had lost time to make up for.
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Post by Nick on Jun 11, 2012 18:37:27 GMT
As far as Nick could see, learning to survive as he had was nothing to brag about. It had been a necessity, nothing more and nothing less. He had done what he had had to do, had struggled and fought against the moon just like any other werewolf, but he had just been forced to do it all on his own, though he really would have given just about anything to have had someone there with him, someone who could have explained everything to him and helped to make absolutely certain that he didn’t manage to hurt anyone while he had been lost to the moon. He wouldn’t have wanted to have dealings with Lynnette’s birth pack, though. While he had never really opened up to anyone before her, he wouldn’t have been able to stand by and not say anything about the way the other males treated the female members of the pack. He probably would have gotten torn to pieces, trying to defend them, but at least he would have died doing what he knew was right, just as he would if anyone dared threaten Lynnette. While he knew that she could take care of herself, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from attacking someone who so much as seemed as if they might be thinking of acting out against her.
What he had done to even begin to deserve having his mate in his life, Nick couldn’t begin to guess, but he wasn’t going to think about it too deeply or for too long. Some little part of him feared that, if he did, the fates or whatever they might be would decide that he wasn’t as deserving as they had originally deemed him and get to work undoing everything. It was silly, he thought. He didn’t normally believe in such things or give them much thought, but it felt like someone somewhere had smiled upon him that night when he had first met Lynnette and the last thing he wanted was for what they had built to come apart. Oh, wolves mated for life, yes, but that didn’t mean there weren’t ways of ripping them apart; if anything happened to Lynnette, he wouldn’t have been able to stand it. He knew that for a fact. For the night, though, such thoughts and fears were far away. He was thoroughly enjoying his time with Lynnette and he had every intention of continuing to do so. At her display, he wagged his tail enthusiastically and crouched for a moment, watching her, mouth open in the closest thing to a smile he could manage in wolf form, before he launched himself forward, racing towards her.
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Lynnette
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Post by Lynnette on Aug 2, 2012 19:06:23 GMT
If only they could have met one another sooner, Lynnette frequently found herself thinking. While it was true that she might not have been capable of trusting him before this point in her life, after all she had had to endure as a young female in her birth pack, they could have supported one another. Nick was much older than her, yes, and he would have achieved that control and balance in his life long before she had even been born, companionship was infinitely better than loneliness, and Lynnette had come to realise that there was no feeling greater than that of knowing, just knowing deep down in the pit of your being, that you had found the one person in all the world you were meant to spend the rest of your life with. Your soul mate. Before meeting Nick she had doubted such a thing was even real, she had been so sceptical and rightfully so, but he had opened her eyes in so many ways and there was no doing back now. She never wanted to, not in any shape or form, and this new awareness she had achieved in her life was just so wonderful that she could only be thankful. It would have been good for both of them to discover one another sooner, but what was the saying? Better late than never? Lynnette believed that was applicable in their case.
There would be no ripping Lynnette away from Nick, not if she had any say in the matter, she would fight tooth and claw, to her last breath, in order to stay by his side, but she too knew that sometimes a person had little to no control over such things. Just because she had no intention of leaving Nick, or letting him slip out of her life, sometimes things just happened. They had never expected to be brought together, and the same could work in reverse; something completely unexpected and out of the blue could tear them apart. Lynnette feared that with all her heart and soul, and more than once since they had moved in together it had kept her awake at night, just listening to the strong rhythm of her mate's heartbeat and the low, soft sound of his breathing. Now was the time for more pleasant thoughts though, and as she turned and bounded away from his leap, racing through the trees, she heard him come thundering after her, and a wolfen sound of amusement and enthusiasm rolled in the back of her throat.
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