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Of Life, Love, and Death

A blush formed once more at his bold statement about enjoying what he saw. This reaction she was having to his comment, the chills going down her spine, the way her stomach felt like it was fluttering, was not something she could put a name to. Even when she was human, she could not remember feeling this type of reaction. “I am glad you like.” She said shyly, her eyes only meeting his for a brief moment. Soon she was changing the subject, back to a safe topic of talking about their species and fighting.

It was normal for supernatural creatures to hold onto the costumes they were taught as human, even if the world around them constantly changed. “I was always taught not to fight. However, I had to learn to break that mentality. If I tried to live by what I was taught, I would not have survived. When I was born, women were to be ladies. We were to be ruled by our husbands, keep our mouths shut, rise the children, take what we were given, and behave. If I tried that in the pack as an alpha, I would be killed.” She laughed and looked down at the ground. “That is probably why the men in my pack used to think I would not survive. Women were never seen as strong.” She shrugged and raised her head again.

Over the years, Avina had developed a view of herself that was defined as being an alpha rather than being a woman. “Just because you are second does not mean you are weak.” she told him in all seriousness. “You have to learn that it is not a position or others that define our strength. Our own beliefs in ourselves is what makes us stronger or weaker.” She put her hand on her heart. “It is right here that defines our strength; once you believe you are stronger than what others think, then you will become stronger.” she dropped her hand and smiled.

Avina sat back on her feet to look at his face as he talked about his wife. She still knelt in front of him, her hand on his shoulder and her face was within inches of his still as he talked about his wife. The gesture of the tattoo was sweet, almost sickening sweet. It reminded her of something she would have done as a human, if she had ever been able to make it to marriage. After his story, her eyes roamed back to where her hand rested on his shoulder. “You should not let it be a faded memory.” her tone was a soft whisper, and her softened eyes traveled back to his. “You should let it empower you. Let it serve as a reminder of how strong you truly are. Only someone who has a strong will can go against their creator as a changeling. This tattoo should be a daily reminder that you are stronger than you think.” She smiled a soft, almost sad smile.

“I bet your current Elder is not strong enough to hold you either.” She knew she was going out on a limb but she saw in him a spirit that looked just like she did years ago. She had believed herself to be a second in command, a weak worthless monster. It was that thought of defeat that had allowed her pack members to control her for so long. “I bet you have the strength to not be held down by anyone, Elder or not.” She would not let him doubt himself, even if she had to believe in him for him for a while. About that time he yanked her hand away from his chest. Her eyes flickered to her hand that was covered in almost dry blood then back to his that were starting to turn darker. It never occurred to her that her blood would have bothered him so much.

Gently, she pulled her hand away from his grip and pulled it to her chest, making sure not to smear it on his shirt. “I’m sorry. I did not know it was bothering you…” A crazy idea came to her mind. “Don’t kill me, but you can have some of my blood. It probably will not taste good to you, and it won’t be a full meal, but it might be able to help keep you from going crazy.” As a werewolf, she understood hunger. Maybe not for blood, but for raw meat. Werewolves were always hungry and craving for meat, and if they go too long without it they can get aggressive which often turns to violence. Avina did not feel like battling a hungry vampire. “Here.” She held at her hand, wrist up, and still covered in blood. Every muscle in her body was tense, waiting for him to grab her wrist, sink in his teeth, and for the pain to take over. It was all she could do not to squeeze her eyes shut.

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I shall start working on your reply once I get this paper written! ^.^

The title of my searching thread was "the darker side" or something like that. Lol ^.^ Him licking/drinking her blood doesn't bother me in the least! So long as you don't actually kill my character (without permission) then I don't mind. I am forewarned? Oh goodie! I look forward to it!! I am thinking of having her offer some of her blood to him, but I am not sure. I am on the fence of having her offer.

When it comes time to have them form their own clan, we can talk about how many characters we want to bring along with them. At the moment, I am thinking two each. That way there are not too many side characters to have to worry about. Or maybe just one... I don't know yet. :) He can kill Cadence! If Avina is around, she might even help him! That is if he wanted her to. I don't think I will want to kill off Kiel just yet; I have too much in mind for his character. -evil laugh-

I look forward to learning about this twist you have up your sleeve! It might spark a twist of my own that I will throw in beside it. Ya never know! ^.^

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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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Posted!

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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.