RoseNightfall

Of Life, Love, and Death

This may make me weird too, but if he had licked her hand I would not have found it to be weird. Now, Avina might have freaked out a bit, but it probably would have been fine. She would have stiffened and acted uncomfortable like he does when she gets close, I do not think she would have pulled away. She would have been too afraid to pull away. lol. The tattoo makes complete sense! It was a design his wife had made and he had it tattooed in honor of their first year of marriage. ^.^

Brice will follow, yes. And maybe a few of the younger ones. I think it will be Kiel who will be the leading rebellion for multiple reasons. It will give Avian and Devin their own little pack/clan. It will make the story interesting!

If you think the moment is right to have him kiss her, then do it! I have no problem, and I am sure Avina will not wither ;). I get the feeling you have something up your sleeve, I can't wait to find out what!

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Their relationship is gonna be pretty epic! I really can't wait to see this unfold. Though this interaction just got tense. With her being so close, the blood on her hands, and her fingers on his shoulder. I am kinda curious about how he's gonna react.

Oh they will defiantly turn against there own! However, a few of her pack might follow. We will see how the chips fall. I know she is gonna have a really hard time turning her back to her kind. We shall have to see how it all works out. However, for now I shall just look forward to your reply! To see how he reacts to her. :)

By the way, sent you an PM with some vague ideas for a second Roleplay!

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I saw the tattoo, and I love it! I think it is really cool that his change made the tattoo a permanent part of his body. I would have never thought of it working that way, but it makes total sense! I like the way the two of them bounce off of each other. She is unashamed and up in his face, which he is will probably just have to get used to, and he makes her think outside of her own little box.

It was a long reply! I did not add anything more about the blood, everywhere I put it just seemed awkward and outta placed. Mostly because he did not really out right react to it, I think. However, if you want to travel down that road some more, the blood is still on her hand, and probably on the shirt a little now too. ^.^ Just if you wanna explore that angle of him.

If it does not turn into a Bonnie and Clyde kind of role-play, that's fine too. It's just where I see it heading. However, one of us could come up with a twist that we thrown in which will completely change the direction of the roleplay. I speculate about what might happen every time I reply, and each time it changes just a little bit which makes it so interesting!

Social life can be fun! My brother is coming home to Texas today, so I will get to see him this weekend! It will make for another hectic weekend though =/ Both good and bad I guess ^.^ (I uses way too many emotion faces... lol)

I have a couple of ideas about another role-play. A few things that have been rattling around inside my head. I will send you a PM about them.

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A smile spread across her face and her eyes dropped to the ground. Changed alphas? No, she killed her original alpha. Just like it was yesterday, she could remember that battle, how it felt like it last for years. Until finally she stood victorious. She shook her head and looked back at him. “No, I did not change alphas. I took over the pack.” Memories came flooding back to her mind of her earlier years of being a werewolf, when she was just a changeling.

“I was told, as I lay dealing with the pain of changing, that I was not gonna make it…” Her eyes grew distant as she fell back into her oldest memories. “I was a female, thought to be too weak to survive such a rough, unexpected, unprepared change. I proved them all wrong. I survived the change. I stood up for the first time after a week of withering in the snow. I had never felt so … alive! Every one of my senses was enhanced, I was seeing the world for the first time. My alpha had laughed at me as I stood up from the snow. Told his pack that he may have been wrong, but now they had a submissive wolf that could take pain. Buying into his lie, I allowed them to use me for years. Until one night, my wolf truly to took a change, took over me for the first time. She showed me who I truly was. Where I truly belonged. That night I killed my alpha and everyone loyal to him. It was a night that turned the forest red…” Her eyes refocused on him. “Sorry, I got got caught up in memory. That was years and years ago.” She smiled at him again.

She accepted his shirt and slipped it over her shoulders and buttoned it all the way down. Even with his shirt, her body was barely covered. The sleeves went past her fingertips, and the hem of the shirt stopped just short the middle of her thighs. Sitting down, however, she managed to make it cover everything it needed to. Once covered up, she reached out and put a light hand on his knee telling him he could open his eyes.

She accepted his shirt and slipped it over her shoulders and buttoned it all the way down. A laugh escaped her lips as she buttoned the shirt. “I do not care if you look. As a werewolf I have become desensitized to males looking at my body. Most of the time I got without clothing anyway. I am doing this for your comfort. I could see the discomfort in your body language and your eyes. You were trying not to look.” Even with his shirt, her body was barely covered. The sleeves went past her fingertips, and the hem of the shirt stopped just short the middle of her thighs. Sitting down, however, she managed to make it cover everything it needed to. Once covered up, she reached out and put a light hand on his knee telling him he could open his eyes. “Though I have to wonder if you like what you saw.” A blush colored her cheeks at her own boldness.

Pulling her hand back to her own lap, she averted her eyes to a tree off to his left. Where in thee world did that comment come from? She had long since decided she did not care about what males thought when they saw her body. She decided to ignore what she said and went back to what he had been talking about before he gave her his shirt. “It was not just anger. Anger, pain, regret, grief, sadness, lose…. Everything wrapped inside of me. It was a lot to handle, so I let my wolf take over. I gave over complete control. So when she smelled you…” She pointed to her chest, her eyes still focused on the tree. “When my wolf smelled you, she channeled all of our emotions into rage. All she knew was a vampire killed her youngest pup, therefore she attacked.” A half smile broke out on her face. “You asked me if it was an honor or an annoyance to fight me. Which do you think it was?”

The embarrassment of her bold comment slowly started to fade from her mind and her body. Blue eyes roamed back to him and the ink on his skin caught her attention. “Wow!” Avina got on her knees and moved closer to him, stopping just as her knees lightly touched his legs. Personal bubbles was not something that existed in her pack, and as her attention got distracted by his tattoo she forgot that it was not something he was used too. However, they had invaded each other space before, so it shouldn’t matter. Her attention was focused on his tattoo, her slender fingers reached out and touched the dark ink on his skin. Her skin slid against his, and her breath landed on his cheek and neck as she leaned in to look at the design. Gently, her fingers trailed over the pattern on his skin.

“This is amazing.” She pulled her face away just enough to look into his eyes. “Does it have a significant meaning?” Her fingers still rested on the front of his shoulder, her palm resting on his chest.

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I am so glad that you added his tattoo! Avina is going to find it very fascinating. Lol. Werewolves cannot keep tattoos, their bodies heal too quickly. I am thinking of her evading his personal apace again, because that is very her, and have her take a closer look at his tattoo. You can just leave it in the post, but if it will help you remember you can add it to the character sheet. ^.^ What does it look like, by the way?

I am half way done with the reply by the way! It is so easy to get sucked into the story! I have barley got into what I wanted to say and already I have five paragraphs. Lol

I have a feeling this is going to turn into a Bonnie and Clyde type of role-play. Them against the world. It will start with revenge over her changeling, but it will grow from there! It will be so much fun to throw things at them! I know it is stiil just developing, but I think this rp has the potential to last for a long while!

I have a feeling weekends will be the hardest time for me to post :( Mostly because my social life picks up on the weekends which means I hardly ever get to touch my computer. This past weekend, I went home to visit my parents and to meet my boyfriend's sister for the first time. :)

By the way, I wanted to run something by you. I know you have a lot of role-play going on, but I was wondering if you would like to start another one with me? If you already have too many on your plate, I understand, but I figured I would ask anyway. ^.^

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Posted!!!

I know that post was short and the wait was long... It was a busy weekend. =/

I don't want to live in the cold! I just want to visit. lol!

I think their first kiss is going to be soon, and it is going to be intense! I really cannot wait to see what this role-play has in store for these two! We have such good things already set up, it makes me happy! ^.^

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Not his fault. Not his fault. Not his fault. NOT. HIS. FAULT.

How many times would she have to tell herself that before she could truly believe it? Frustrated, she ran a hand over her face. “I want to believe you had nothing to do with it… I want to believe it so much. Maybe it is the grief talking, but I just keep picturing someone leaning over my baby wolf. Someone with fangs, and enough anger to rip out his throat. All I can picture is you. I realize that it’s not you, you have convinced me of that, but you are the only vampire I know. The only pair of fangs I have ever seen.” She looked at him with a sad look in her eyes.

Maybe she needed to allow herself to grieve. How could she do that? Anger and the want to revenge still owned most of her energy. His interactions pulled her back to the present. “Of course it isn’t your fault. I’m the one who did this.” She stood up angrily. If she had walked away. If she had kept her head. If she had watched over her pact like she was supposed to. If. If. if. A scream of anger erupted inside of her, she drew her fist back, and punched the closest tree. The tree splintered, and her fist was covered in small bits of bark. “Son of a b*tch!” She pulled her fist back to her chest and bowed her head over it for a moment.

With her anger slightly spent, she came back to sit across from him again and began to pull the wood from her fist. His name made her smile. Devin? It suited him. “I think deciding not to kill you, and deciding not to blame you earns me the right to know your name.” She flashed him as smile then continued to work on her hand. The wombs healed as soon as she pulled the wood from her hand. “Werewolf.” she held up her hand, still covered with wet blood, but flawless skin. “We have this natural ability to heal. When I first change, I tried to run away. I fell, cut my hand only to watch the skin stitch it back together again. My alpha at the time, told me how quickly I healed, even for a werewolf. Neither of us knew then, but I was, and still am, the quickest healing werewolf.” She put her fist back down.

“Everything blends together over time.” She brushed her fingers over her knees. “Time blends into a never ending stream. Night. Day. Night. Day.” She laughed. “I’m Avina. If you don’t want to remember that, or it blends with all your other names, then it’s fine by me. Such is the curse of immortality.” She put her hand over her face again. “I’m sorry, Devin. I should not attack you, and I should not have blamed you for the act of one. If I was judged by the act of any single wolf, I would always have a negative light shining on me.”

It should not have taken her as long as it did to read his body language. From the way his eyes roamed her body, to the stiffness of his body, to the way he trained his eyes on her face it all pointed to his uneasiness. Through it took her a while to figure out why he was reacting so weird. Was he surprised that she looked human? She tilted her head to the side to study him. Did he see her change through the bushes? Was he bugged by the idea that she went in looking like a wolf and walked out on two legs?

It dawn on her slowly, and she let her eyes fall down onto her naked body. Of course! How could she forget? A blush rose on her cheeks as she looked back up at him. “Um… May I borrow your shirt?” She asked, suddenly feeling shy and very self-aware. She pulled her knees up to her chest and crossed her ankles trying to hide everything. Never had she felt like she should be ashamed of her bare form, it was a weird feeling that sent tingles into her stomach. “I’ve never had to worry about hiding my body before.” she told him, hiding her face in her knees.

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Oh, sorry! I did not mean to worry you... Of course you do not have to change it! ^.^''

I should have told you last night that it was completely fine, that was my bad, I'm sorry.

I like the way that our characters get along so naturally! It not even forced!! I am playing her the way I pictured, and he has naturally caught her attention, and eventually he will probably claim her heart. I think in the long run, they are gonna be each others weaknesses but also each others strength. It will be fun to see what all they have to go through!

I really enjoy living in the south! I really don't want to live anywhere else. Though I would not mind going to visit places that get snow rather then sleet... lol!

Posted, by the way!

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This is what death felt like. Avina had accepted the idea that after four hundred years she was finally gonna die. Her eyes closed and a peaceful sigh escaped her muzzle. Then his hand gripped her jaw, roughly shoving her head to the side. Every muscle in her body tensed, waiting for the sharp piercing of his teeth, But the pain did not come. Instead his grip on her neck loosened until it disappeared altogether. What was he doing? His words still rang in her ears even after he had pulled away, making her worry about what kind f scare tactics he was using to kill her. She opened her eyes slowly, not sure what she would find. He could be waiting to kill her until her eyes were open. Maybe he enjoyed watching the light fade from his victims eyes.

What she saw, she was not expecting. He was sitting cross legged on the ground in front of her, his eyes grey. With a huff of relief, she laid on the ground with her nose close to his lap. It was not until his latest comment that she had the urge to reply to him. Of course she figured out that it was not him who killed her pack member, but his kind did. How could she justify their interaction when she knew his people killed on her own? Avina knew she was gonna have to talk to him, and to talk to him she was gonna have the change back. With so many shifts back and forth,and her wolf being fully alert, it was sure to be a painful shift.

The change between wolf and human was a sacred part of being a werewolf. Therefore, she could not allow him to see her change, not after he killed of her own. She stood up, placed a paw on his knee as if to tell him to stay, then trotted off to a patch of trees and bushes near by that she could hide in. She knew that if his hearing was as good as hers that he would hear the sound of her bones cracking and resting into place and possibly even hear the stretching of her skin. This change was particularly painful, even managing to make her give a few small whimpers of pain. The change itself lasted about twenty minutes but it felt like eternity to her. Not only was the change painful, but she had to fight for control over her wolf, and it left her exhausted.

Once the change was over, she stood up and walked back to him. It did not occur of her that her completely nude form might bother him, in the pack one quickly gets over body image issues because everyone is naked after changing. Also, her pack lives in the woods, so it is much simpler to go without clothes most of the time anyway. She sat down in front him him again, her posture mimicking his.

“Rather it was you or one of your kind, the fact still remains. A vampire killed the youngest in my pack, and that cannot be overlooked. I cannot justify being around you knowing that your kind killed one of mine.” She did not bother with pleasantries, rather she just skipped to the tension in the air. “I started to trust you.” She bowed her head and ran her fingers through her hair. “I liked you…” Her blue eyes looked back up at him. “But how can I let myself feel that way, when you were the reason I was distracted in the first place last night? If it had not been for you, I might have been able to save him! If it was not for your kind, he would not have been killed!” She stopped abruptly.

If she was claiming not to trust him, then why was she venting her anger to him? She tilted her head to the left and studied him carefully. Why was she venting all of her feelings all of a sudden to some vampire who’s name she did not even know. “I don’t even know your name…” she said in a gentle tone as the realization hit her.