&& the bullets catch in her teeth

[OLIVIA SHERIDAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; background-image: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/35d2hwl.jpg); padding-bottom: 20px;] and so lying underneath those stormy skies SHE'D SAY "OH, OH-OH-OH-OH I KNOW THE SUN MUST SET TO RISE" Under cover of dark clouds and branches a she-wolf stalked, moving through the forest like a shadow. Winter had come through and stripped several of the trees down to the bone, but many still were evergreen. Even so it was a thin canopy above, and Olivia stole an apprehensive glance skyward. If the weather turned bad now she might have to venture into town and loiter around in the heated shops until it passed. She was miles away from her den by now and there was no way she could make it back in time if a storm was indeed coming - which, by the looks of it, it was. Driven by overwhelming hunger, Olivia had emerged from a particularly cold and dazed stupor to hunt. This sort of zoned-out state had been typical in the last couple of months as she lingered on the outskirts of Blackwood, tiptoeing here and and sidestepping there and never causing a ruckus. She ate what she could find and slept the rest of the time, or just hid in her den and watched the world go by without her. But that was okay, because she knew he was here. And she knew she wouldn't have to look too hard - he would come to her. Eventually, she knew he would come to her. A peal of thunder shattered Olivia's dreamlike state of mind, pulling her back to the reality at hand. There was desperation in her brisk gait now as she loped through the woods - she would do almost anything to avoid going into town. It was one of her least favorite places to be - there were too many people, too much noise, too many suspicious eyes. But Olivia knew when she started feeling like that it meant she'd been a wolf for too long. It was a part of who she was, after all. Maybe if Gregory were there it would be easier to stomach. Walking around in humanskin with a companion was certainly much less stressful. Her hunger nearly forgotten, Olivia's thoughts veered sharply to the man. She needed to find him now. She needed his sweet, sweet words and consolation. Her nerves were getting the better of her, as usual. But it wasn't long before the wolf slowed her stride as she reached the flat, sloping expanse of rock known as Moonrise Ridge. It didn't quite rise above the trees, but it was close. That was even better because then others couldn't see you. Olivia padded around to the front of it where the rock formed a sort of cliff she could lie under, at least temporarily. It wouldn't provide much shelter from the storm, but it was better than roaming around in the snow and rain. The she-wolf circled and laid down, pressing her body up against the rock wall. How stupid of her, to get caught in a storm. She knew better than that - this forest was her home! And she'd only ventured out in the first place to hunt, but here she was without a kill to speak of. Her belly rumbled as if on cue, and the thunder above did the same. It was getting closer. The wolf shut her eyes and curled into a tight ball. She would sleep it out, if she didn't get soaked through first, and then she would hunt on the way back. Yes, that was the plan. Gregory wasn't running as a wolf in this weather anyway. No need for humanskin today. 568 words // Thread tagged for Gregory Enyeart, but I don't mind other people posting along with us :3

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[DR. GREGORY ENYEART]

[cs=2] dr. gregory derreck enyeart

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=width,500px,true] [style=background-color: #a2b696; margin: 10px; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; font: 11px Tahoma; color: #484e29; text-align: justify;] Gregory pressed his cheek against the cool window of the little diner that was outside the town as stripes of raindrops played upon the glass. He was soaked to the bone from his small trek from car to diner, but it was better than him being soaked as a wolf. He hated the wet clumps his fur would get into, the sloppy way his paws sank in the mud. It was raining hard and underneath his skin, his instincts were on fire. He hadn't been a wolf for a record of two and a half weeks. As a new, inexperienced werewolf, he had a habit of losing his humanity and tearing through the countryside. Sometimes he killed a few things, he hadn't hurt a person yet, but that was mostly because he was such an incredibly submissive wolf. He'd rather turn tail and run than stick around, investigate, figure things out. And, as a human, he didn't particularly like his wolf form. He had left his wife and his children because he didn't want them to see him like this: A monster. The ex-professor felt a little feverish. It wasn't because he was sick, but because everything in his bones ached to escape this horrid little life. He hated worrying. The waitress gave him his water and his toast. He wasn't hungry for human things. But the weather was terrible. When there was light rains, it seemed to make all the scents stronger. He could smell earthworms, rabbits, deer, and everything else. It hardly masked the sound of their movements through the woods. But a relentless rain like this was an honest-to-goodness perfect storm. Thunder, lightning, heavy, pounding rain with fat, quick raindrops. It had been going for awhile before he had gone, but thankfully, it let up some when he finished his small meal. Instinct asked him to investigate. As the rain slowed and the storm subsided, he thought he could smell a wolf he didn't know, but one that was familiar. Dr. Gregory Enyeart couldn't think of who it could be, but he climbed into his red stationwagon and started up the road. The car was pieced together with refurbished junkyard parts, the hood was off a few shades of red and looked a bit orange compared to the rest of the car. So, this was what he had become. He could only think that once upon a time, he had a successful life, drove an SUV with all the features so that his family could enjoy themselves. His wife made good money, but he brought a strong presence in the house with his education. He missed that life. Wanting to better follow the smell, he cracked open the window. And now he was driving into the woods, towards Moonrise Ridge, following a scent of all things, complete with his head poking out the window just a little. He was almost pissed at himself for giving into his instincts. This was bad. He needed more human friends. He liked Fawn Wolf because she made sure that he didn't forget that he was still human. He would always be human. This was maddening, yet he couldn't stop himself. Now he knew why the dogs liked to stick their heads out the window. It was like everything was amplified. As if every aroma of the rain-washed earth was given a megaphone and was now belting it out. He breathed deeply, letting everything into his head, into his lungs and his belly. Letting the forest, the sky, the rain, the animals, and of course, the wolf he had yet to meet, fill up his senses. He swerved the car when he heard a vehicle and noticed that he had drifted onto the other side of the road. The driver cursed as he passed, loud enough that Gregory could hear. It made his blood pump through his system and he hated the thought he had next: If only I could tear your head off. It was so unlike the professor to consider such a violent means to problem solving. Dr. Enyeart arrived at Moonrise Ridge. He parked his car and could smell that the other wolf was female. Don't say a word. Just take a peek and leave. He could smell the sweat of humanity underneath her fur, the only thing that made him believe she was a werewolf rather than a normal wolf. Whoever she was, she seemed better aligned with her wolf half than he was. According to his packmates, Gregory stank of humanity even as a wolf. "Uh, well, who's there?" He hadn't brought any weapons because he had thought that he could use his teeth and claws or submit himself. "I just want to chat," he said. Great, now you're talking to a wolf. The drizzle made his clothes damp, but they were already damp from being drying off in the diner after the rains. He shrugged the jacket closer to himself to warm up, knowing full-well that his wolf form would better be able to keep him warm. He didn't do anything, though, when he saw the wolf curled up. He didn't recognize the wolf as the one who turned him, but that was because he saw only the red maw of the wolf coming at his body when he turned around that last second and the flash of gray and brown fur. He himself was a similar color as this wolf. Though she had a reddish wash over her that made her lovely. He turned sideways and looked at the wolf but not directly. It wasn't submission, but a sign of goodwill. Wolf language. Though Gregory knew that he didn't remember much as a wolf and was just a ball of confusion and instinct and hunger, he knew that other wolves, those higher ranked than he was and who had been at this game more, seemed able to control themselves as wolves. As if they kept the consciousness somehow. "I'm a werewolf, too," he admitted, his drawl making his words softer than they were. [/style]

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olivia sheridan
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[OLIVIA SHERIDAN]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 425px; background-image: url(http://i42.tinypic.com/35d2hwl.jpg); padding-bottom: 20px;] and so lying underneath those stormy skies SHE'D SAY "OH, OH-OH-OH-OH I KNOW THE SUN MUST SET TO RISE" The rumbling of a car in the distance roused her. She raised her head, ears pricked. The rain was pounding now, but it became little more than background noise to Olivia as she listened to the vehicle. It was rapidly approaching. The being within must have been her kind. That, or they were some stupid human badly lost in the woods. Neither was really appealing to her, and she was just getting ready to up and leave when she saw the red jigsaw puzzle of an SUV pull up. Her amber eyes immediately lit up, piercing through the rain and gloom, fixated on the man emerging. Her tail began to wag as he approached, a slow thump at first but gradually quickening. She rose to greet him, ears and face pulled back in the fashion of a happy dog. Olivia wasn't ashamed of this - she wouldn't be able to control it anyway. Be he man or beast, she was very glad to see Dr. Enyeart. But she couldn't communicate with him, not when he was human and she was wolf. He needed to change, much as he loathed it. Well, maybe loathe wasn't the right word, but she and probably every other werewolf he knew were acutely aware of his discomfort in the fur. It was probably a bit of a joke among his pack, but Olivia didn't judge him. In fact, she relished the time they got to spend together as wolves. She acted as his mentor and guide, despite the fact that he was her senior by more than a decade. Funny too, that he had been one of her college professors. That's how this whole thing started, after all. He wouldn't even have been here if it weren't for Olivia. She wanted him all to herself, and now it was finally happening. Of course he went off and joined a pack, which was something Olivia wouldn't - or couldn't - do, so unfortunately that was changing a bit. He always wanted her to come with him though, which she found very sweet, if futile. Olivia was probably one of the least social beings on the planet, which was highly unusual for a wolf. Pack life was something she could never imagine. She did just fine on her own anyway. A whimper slipped out of her when she heard his voice. She loved it when he talked. She could listen to him talk all day. That's why English had been her favorite class. Change! Change! she willed the man before her, wanting to communicate more intimately than this species barrier currently allowed. She was getting his wolf signals as a human and he was no doubt processing hers in a human way, but it wasn't enough. He hadn't changed in a long while, she could sense it. It was overwhelming, actually. He reeked of something feral, something wild fighting to be free. He needed this. She needed this. The she-wolf circled the man, nudging his legs and nipping insistently at his clothes. Perhaps it was childish, perhaps it was unnatural, but Olivia wanted nothing more than to be with Gregory. To run together, to hunt together, to weather this storm and wake up next to one another, happy and secure. 537 words // She's rather overbearing, in'she? xD

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[DR. GREGORY ENYEART]

[cs=2] dr. gregory derreck enyeart

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, vertical-align: top;][atrb=width,500px,true] [style=background-color: #a2b696; margin: 10px; padding: 5px; border-radius: 5px; font: 11px Tahoma; color: #484e29; text-align: justify;]Gregory knew that she was a werewolf, but he hadn't expected her to take a liking to him so quickly. Her language was playful; she invited him to join him. She wanted to communicate, but for some reason didn't want to become human. Gregory wanted to stay human, but her insistence and his submission worked against him. Even though he was human, he could understand what she wanted clearly, though the process went through mental go-arounds to make it work. He wanted to make it work like this, but couldn't. In the end he wavered. He started undressing, removing his jacket carefully, but folding it like a bachelor who used to have a wife do it for him. In the old days, he wouldn't have undressed so easily in front of, what he could only presume was a stranger. The wolf was vaguely familiar, but he couldn't place where. Perhaps in his runs through the woods, when he was a wolf himself, he had crossed her path. In any case, she wasn't in his pack. He unbuttoned his shirt with fumbling fingers, trembling because his body was begging for the change. This wolf summoned the desire, started the fire going, and now he was burning to become a monster. A werewolf. That was what he was. The light colored shirt came off, he placed it on top of the jacket. He undid his belt and slipped out of his pants and boxers, keeping them together, the change already starting. Pain went through his body, but he managed to take off the bottoms, his shoes were still on, and he tried to kick them off, his socks rolling inside out as they were removed. There was a calm. He was in pain, sure, but he stood in a perfect, naked form for a moment, waiting for the worst to come. Then, he doubled over, forced onto his hands as he fell forward. His body seemed to boil with the transformation. His hands thickened as they folded into claws and then paws. Gregory's bones broke and realigned themselves, changing his shape into a vaguely canine one, his feet being forced on tip-toe as he moved from plantigrade and digigrade. He started screaming and rolled on his side as fur covered his body, his face pushing out into a snout and his eyes turning gold. Gray fur tinged with brown grew in, thick and full. A tail brushed out and as soon as it did, he tucked it between his legs. When the change was over, he whimpered as he rose onto wobbly limbs, tired from the stress of the change. A wolf now. He was a large wolf. Although Dr. Enyeart screamed and swore through his transformation, his wolf enjoyed being let loose. He shook his fur, human sweat clumping it in wet mats. It gave him a wilder appearance. His wolf, he kept that aspect of himself separate from his human half. He found his clothes and sniffed at them, then turned toward the other wolf. Gregory was a wimp as a wolf. He had been purposely ignoring the other wolf in hopes that she'd go away. She didn't. She had a friendly expression about her. The large male wolf whined and submitted, lowering his body, his ears drawing back. "I'm lost. I don't know what to do. Take me somewhere." His gold eyes glanced up at her, a tail wag. The wolf recognized her as the one who made him. "I want to run." That was what Gregory always wanted to do. Even as a human he wanted to run. He ran from his wife. His kids. His successful job in academia. Now he was in a high-school, teaching children who didn't care. Self-exile. His wolf understood running not as a way to escape, but as a way to live. If only, as a human, Gregory could exercise that wisdom. [/style]

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six forty-four
m u s e
excellent
t a g
olivia sheridan
n o t e s
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