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Post by Branwen Colworthy on Jul 31, 2017 7:21:08 GMT
| ❝ | if I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
If this problem lies in me
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She shouldn’t be doing this. She should turn back. Over and over those thoughts repeated in her mind. Why? Why would she search him out if she had already lost control around him once? Because she just couldn’t erase him from her thoughts. Even with a mate she hadn’t been able to brush the memory of the sweet immortal man from her thoughts. But what would he think of her now? A beast, a murderer. The thing in children’s stories that made them climb into bed with their parents needing that security. But she couldn’t leave it as it was. She needed to see him again. Maybe…maybe when she saw the distrust and fear in his eyes it would be easier to forget just how easy things had been with him. How she had been so content to just exist.
Yes….seeing the fear in his eyes should sour the sweet memories. Even if part of her wanted to hold them close. He wasn’t hard to track. After all this time she could still remember his scent as if it were carved into memory. To the horse farm she went. The one that she had nearly accompanied him to the first time they had met. It was of course late evening. The earliest she had dared venture out but hoped to catch him still awake. Not everyone had hours like herself.
Beneath a fence she slipped and the strong scent of horses assaulted her lupine nose. It had been quite the trip from the mountains which was why she had slipped into her more comfortable form. The one that could traverse long distances without even getting tired. The only inconvenience of course being that she would have no clothing if/when she shifted. But just to speak to him she didn’t need to be in her human form. She might as well look like the beast she truly was.
She crept closer to the massive barn. Her ears flicking about to catch the sounds around her. A few human voices but none belonging to the man she had traveled so far just to see. To sever some strange lingering desire and affection that made entirely no sense to her given that she was mated. Perhaps it was because the bond with Connor has been forcefully forged, which made it none the less powerful. But her attraction to Enzo had been something that she had acted on. Something she chose. Something she had ruined with one bite. But now that she looked back on it maybe that was best. What if he had been the one she had lost control on? What if it had been his heart she scarfed down? Just the thought made her feel ill. Someone so kind and gentle shouldn’t be around a dangerous out of control werewolf. And now it was time to make sure she didn’t ever come back here.
That she didn’t want to.
She was crouched down behind a few upright barrels when she caught the strong sweet scent of him. Moving closer, closer. And so she spoke telepathically. Words meant only for him. ”Enzo.” Her ears perked and she crept closer to the two massive open doors. Her furry skull peering nervously inside. A nervous whinny from a nearby horse was what drew the attention of one of the tired stable hands. Branwen didn’t realize that he had turned around, that he would see the wolf apparently sneaking into the barn to ‘attack’ the horses.
”WOLF!!”
The young man suddenly screamed. Scrambling back toward the older men even as they turned to see the monster he had foretold. Branwen’s immediate reaction was of course to retreat. But little did she know that someone had been watching her approach. That an older wiser man stood in the hayloft above her watching the entire scene unfold. A pitchfork held firmly in his old weathered hands. Wolves. They were bad for business, and surely to come so close with so many people milling about this one must be rabid. The pitchfork sailed through the air to slam into the earth just to left. Missing the she wolf. All but her right front paw. She didn’t even feel the pain at first. It was when she tried to bolt, lunging away only to find herself flat on ground that she realized what had happened. Pain rocketed up her leg and Branwen released a roar befitting a beast several times her size. Her jaws snapping at jerking at the thing that held her firm. All coherent though lost in those moments of pain and desperation. She became the beast they made her into. Snapping and snarling at anyone that drew near. Rational thinking not present to tell her to speak. That they would see she was a werewolf if she did.
Fear, pain, being trapped. It all culminated in a matter of seconds until she was lunging at any of the barn staff that took a step too close. By then it was a small gathering of the men that worked there. And one apparently rabid wolf twisting and turning to try to escape what impaled her paw into the dusty earth. Even biting at her own limb in her need to escape.
”What should we do with it?” One of the younger men said. An older man responded. ”Only one thing we can do for a rabid wolf boy, it would die a long lingering death. It’s the right thing to do.” A look over his shoulder and a jerk of his arm. ”Go get my sword.” He said to one of the younger lads before returning his attention to the writhing beast.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Jul 31, 2017 19:47:34 GMT
| Cautious green eyes stayed on the golden gelding as he ran in a circle in the round pen. He moved with fluidity, holding a light gate, his tail held right, and head held high with his chin down. He was doing perfect. Almost too perfect but today seemed to be a good day for the golden boy. His long dark blond mane bounced and blew as her picked up speed with a single kiss of his handlers lips, kicking him higher in speed to a smooth canter. ”Good boy.” he complimented. He walked through the center of the ring to where he could cut him off and raised his hand. Lifting his front feet off the ground he spun and darted the other way. A grin crossed the man’s lips proud of how good he was doing. After a few moments he gave the horse a whoa sound and the horse started to slow, lifting his hand in the air and the horse eventually stopped. The golden horses puffed a few breaths as sweat dripped down his brow to his muzzle and nose. White sweat foamed at the backs of his legs and his belly. ”good work out buddy.” he mused to him walking over and scratching the side of the sweaty horses neck. The gelding arched and leaned into the scratching, purring as he did so.
That was when a familiar voice reached him through his mind. Brows furrowed as he slowed his scratching and glanced around. ”Branwen?” That was a woman he hadn’t seen since their date on the beach. After she had given him a ‘love bite’ and freaked out she took off and he had no other way of figuring out how to contact her. He stepped away from the horse who could now feel the nervous energy of his barn mates, listening to them nicker and call. His head swung in that direction as he pushed his chest towards the bars of the round pen nickering back. Enzo took that as a sign that she may have went in there which would have been a terrible idea. He wasn’t alone working on the ranch today. He slid out from the round pen and started to jog that way.
Once entering he could hear talk of what to do with a rabid wolf and how the older leader of the men ordered a young man to retrieve his sword. ”I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Enzo warned. ”You leave that she wolf alone.” He grabbed the man by the shoulder and dropped him to his knees with a mere glance. The men stared at Enzo in horror. Luckily the zap wasn’t enough to drop him because once his eyes connected he looked away before he could enter his mind. ”You all act so ignorant. This wolf isn’t rabid.”
”You have no right to talk that way boy.” The older man warned but Enzo didn’t back down. ”Was she attacking before you attacked her? No. Why? Because that’s a werewolf you bunch of morons. She’s looking for me and I would appreciate you not kill my friend.” he moved closer to the snapping animal. ”Werewolves aren’t welcome here.”
”And you all expect others to bow to your kind. You want others to respect your property and rules then maybe you should start respecting them.” Eyes dropped towards Branwen who started at her own leg. Luckily since she still had a human brain this would work on her. He touched her and the moment she would have swung to bite him he caught her eyes. The moment their eyes would have connected he would have dropped her but he also made sure to put more emphasis on her to disorient her more than the man he dropped earlier. Once she was calm he worked on setting her paw free. With that he picked up the she wolf as the older man stared at him. ”If you take off with that wolf. Don’t think about coming back.”
”I don’t plan on it.” and started out. ”Every animal deserves respect. You just proved to me I don’t want to be associated with YOUR KIND.” and started to leave the property. Once he was out of the area he set the passed out wolf on the ground and stepped back. ”Branwen?”
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Post by Branwen Colworthy on Jul 31, 2017 20:40:27 GMT
| ❝ | if I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
If this problem lies in me
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Her teeth had latched desperately onto her own limb when she felt the touch on the tips of her fur. Immediately her head whipped around to snap but she had caught his gaze. And just before everything went back his face hit her in the gut like a rock. Was he going to help them kill her? Her pale eyes widened in fear then suddenly shut as her mind went black. She didn’t wake up with the pitchfork was pulled from where it ran her paw through nor when she was lifted into his powerful arms. It was only later when she could hear the crackling of leaves against her cheek and the call of her name that she came back from wherever she had been banished.
Immediately she fell back into that panic. That overwhelming fear that she was being killed. She shot up to her paws but stumbled and yelped when the injured one touched dirt. Where was she? Pale eyes flicked around her rapidly until they landed on the immortal who she had presumed was killing her. But now there was no one else to be seen and she was free albeit injured. ”Enzo.” She said telepathically. That one utterance somehow containing all the emotion that had settled deep in her chest. It wasn’t love, she had only seen him twice. But there was something about him that she just couldn’t forget. Even with a bond that told her she had already found her mate, her wolves other half.
Confusion muddied her mind and her foot hurt horribly. The smell of her own blood made her wolf pace and snarl. Tongue sliding over its teeth in the need to draw some of his own. But Branwen knew he hadn’t been the one to harm her….right? She wouldn’t be here if he had been…would she? He didn’t hold that last bite against her….or had he? He hadn’t been pleased about it obviously. But….did he think she was dangerous?
”Are you…going to kill me?” She tried to keep emotion out of her voice but it was hard. She had been an emotional wreck lately as it was. She curled her paw up and tilted her head so that she could lick at the blood that ran over her toes. A soft growl rising in her chest from the warmth on her tongue. ”Is that why you knocked me out?” Her human reasoning again began to fade as the indignant carnivore crawled to the surface. ”Do you think I’m rabid, Enzo?’ But this time when she said his name it wasn’t sweet or breathless. It was almost mocking. Daring him to think she was a monster when truthfully the darker side of her was already breaking the surface.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Jul 31, 2017 23:25:14 GMT
| A small smile crossed his lips as he stood watching Branwen stir and then finally get up. Truthfully he was expecting something bigger and snappier but he would take this too. She stood them staring him down like any cornered animal would. He didn’t see it as aggression, he saw it as fear. He kept his body language loose. If there was anything in her that would register she would at least recognize body language. His was nowhere near threatening or trying to show dominance. In fact he kept his body relaxed. Wolves were animals that went by that type of hierarchy. Domineering animals held themselves high and strong, tails over their rumps and heads up high. Branwen was not. She was low, tail low , ears flat, and her lips drew in a nervous snarl that spoke if he posed a threat she’d take him out. Another thing that said to him about her fear was the fact she didn’t approach him. She stood there even with a hurt paw an animal hell bent on destruction wouldn’t care. She didn’t want to hurt him. She didn’t want to be pushed to that limit. He knew it… he respected it.
As she spoke out once more he began to shake his head quietly. ”Have I ever given you reason to doubt me?” he asked. ”Have I ever damned you before for what you are?” He made sure to let those questions sit in her head for a moment before he parted his lips again. ”I can see you been through somethings since we last met.” Daringly he lowered into a crouch as he rests his arms on his knees staring at the wolf with a calm serenity. ” You don’t have anything to be afraid of. I’m a little sad you seemed to have not listened to our previous conversation.” But that was okay. She’s not herself. She had to have gone through enough take make the assumption. ”I’ll prove it.” he said with a small flick of the corner of his mouth moving upwards. As she then asked why he knocked her out, he thinned his lips and glanced over his shoulder towards the barn. ”No… But they would have.” he said. ”I knocked you out because you would have bit me if I tried to let you loose. I at least wanted to talk to you before you took off…..” It was evident this young werewolf had plagued his mind so. He didn’t know how to get her out. He didn’t know anything other than to just talk to her. At her next question he rolled his eyes. ”You kidding me? I think you are scared not rabid. Any one would snap and snarl when they are being attacked. Hell I am not even a wolf and wouldn’t like being cornered.” he soon fell back into a sit, knees drawn up as he watched her in silence. She certainly was a beautiful majestic creature…. Even if she was snarling at him. ”You can breathe… and if you don’t mind I would like to fix your paw before you disappear into the dark again… “ his tone lowered lingering on a sad tune. ”And I not see you for another month or two…..”
What could have brought her out here anyways? It wasn’t like they ended on good terms the last time they saw one another. He nearly drowned the poor girl and she tried to take a chunk out of his throat. So what was it then? ”Is something wrong that you need to speak to me about?”
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Post by Branwen Colworthy on Aug 1, 2017 5:31:34 GMT
| ❝ | if I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
If this problem lies in me
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She didn’t know what to say. His words shamed him and her human side found truth in them. He had never acted as if he were repulsed by her wolven half. As if he feared her. Even now as he slowly reclined until he was sitting down before a predator that could easily rip sinew from bone. Her lips pulled back to reveal her brilliant ivory teeth but she made no move to use them and slowly as Enzo continued to speak the snarl died in her throat. Her dark lips falling back over her fangs like a certain. Her inner wolf snarled and snapped at her, eager for blood. But for the first time in several weeks Branwen pushed her back. Taking control with ease.
Yes…so much had happened since they last met. But what reason did she really have for being here? Some silly feelings that had developed for a near stranger. A desire to learn more about him. To feel his hands slide over her flesh again. To taste his lips. His blood. No…but also yes. It would have been a lie to say that a desire for it wasn’t still there. ”A lot has happened.” She began slowly, the hardness in her pale eyes fading as she slowly sat and then lay down completely. Folding her injured foot over her other leg she licked at the wound. Speaking to him telepathically even with her eyes averted.
”I couldn’t get you out of my head.” A simple but truthful explanation. But right behind it there would be more. She needed for this man to hate her so that he would be safe from her dangerous side. She had killed two men. She had nearly killed Connor. Wasn’t it only a matter of time before she hurt Enzo?
”But I shouldn’t be here.” Her eyes moved up in an attempt to catch is own. Knowing that as a human he never met her gaze. But maybe in this form he could. ”I…have done some very bad things.” The admission made her throat squeeze but she fought to keep her mental connection smooth. Not wanting to show the raging current just beneath the surface.
”And…And I need you to hate me.” She stopped licking her paw then. Her pink tongue flicking out to roll around her maw. ”Because I don’t trust myself around you. But, I wanted to see you. You don’t make me feel like a monster.” Maybe that was why she had calmed so quickly in his presence. ”But I am Enzo. I know that now. And I need you to hate me so that I can forget about some immortal man that I’ve only seen twice but have some-some silly connection to!” Her words picked up in speed until they were practically rolling over one another and her dark ears pressed back against her skull as she watched him.
And then without warning the she wolf lunged. Aiming to tackle Enzo onto his back on the ground. Her mouth gaping to press her teeth lightly into each side of his throat. He needed to see the monster she was. Not the human. Then he could hate her like the rest of them. An involuntary yelp sounded in her throat when her injured paw slammed into his shoulder. Her teeth pressing softly into the delicate skin of his throat as a sound between a snarl and a roar was forced from her chest. ”I killed two men Enzo.” She practically yelled at him. ”I could kill you right now….” But could she? Could she really?
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Post by Enzo Chance on Aug 1, 2017 16:57:39 GMT
| She was visibly become calmer and eventually, it led him to sit on his rear on the ground. He wasn’t scared of her even when she was growling and sputtering at him. Why? Because deep down he knew the woman in this wolf didn’t want to hurt anyone. It was a desire that was there strong enough to keep the wolf from ripping his throat out at this very moment. Besides that maybe she would be honestly doing him a favor if she did eventually kill him. Then he wouldn’t have to feel so lonely and not have to deal with it any longer. He couldn’t be with people without somehow knocking them out or even almost hurting them like he about did with Branwen. Either way, he was content with whatever decision she did make and he was willing to accept whatever she dished out at him. Not like he had a job to go back to anyway. She continued speaking and he let her because she clearly needed to sort out whatever was going on in her mind and get off her chest. He could definitely see that whatever it was that happened since the day on the beach must have been a big one.
Her next set of words caused him to arch a brow though. ”You can’t make a person hate you,” he said. ”Not when I know better. Just because you have had some problems doesn’t make you a bad person. You didn’t do it because you wanted to.” obviously else she would be telling him something different. The way her tone was sounding she had regrets. ”A bad person doesn’t have regrets or become sorry for the things they do… Let alone try and protect the people they don’t want to hurt.” He continued to sit there hoping she would listen to reason but he had a feeling this was only going to remain an uphill battle for a while. She continued on about how she was a monster and she needed him to see that but he didn’t answer. He didn’t need to because she knew exactly what he thought about the situation. ”There's that fear talking again,” he muttered. ”I wasn’t one the stalking you out.. you came to me. Wouldn’t it have worked well enough if you stayed away? Why does hate make any change to something? If I hated you that won’t change your feelings towards me.”
With that, she leaped out at him and he flinched, turning his head obviously giving her better access to his neck but once he felt her hot breath on his neck, the soft growls in his ears and the weight of her lithe wolf on his torso… he relaxed. ”I won’t change my answer and you can’t make me,” he said. That was when his eyes stared straight into hers daringly. For some reason, he noted that his power hadn’t kicked in. Perhaps it was the determination to get her to see how silly she was being right now but he truthfully he didn’t know and he couldn’t let his excitement on the matter get to him. Instead, he held it there. His gaze determined as he stared at her even as she drew her revealed teeth in closer to his neck. ”So have I.” he said. ”But that doesn’t make you or myself a bad person!” that was when he lifted his hands and shoved the large k9 off. ”You are NOT a bad person and if you want to kill me just because my mind is made up then do it. You will be doing me a favor anyway.” this time his voice rose in a bit of anger, his green eyes darkening to a clear deep emerald. ”You persisting that I change my opinion makes it all the clearer to me that you need me. You sought me out for a reason and it wasn’t because you need me to hate you. You sought me out because you need me. You need to find solace and if I am that for you. Fine. Get your head on straight and listen to yourself. You know who you are!” He sat up now on his knees but not actually getting up on his feet. ”You aren’t this beast you are portraying yourself as and the only reason you think you are is because you are LETTING yourself believe it. What? Because a wolf killed a person? Pft. Get over yourself, Branwen. People make mistakes. People do things that are morally wrong sometimes. If you haven’t noticed the time century we live in… it’s what people do. They kill each other. Is it right? No. But it happens. That doesn’t make you any different than any other shifter or immortal or elf or… whatever the fuck else it out there.” His voice was harsh but with a dose of reality. ” but that doesn’t change your heart. I know your heart. I can hear it and I can see it in your eyes. You are as beautiful as a person in as you are out. So stop trying to convince me you are otherwise.”
If she wanted to get more pissed off for what he said fine but someone had to say it. So he guessed it might as well be him.
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Post by Branwen Colworthy on Aug 1, 2017 21:21:11 GMT
| ❝ | if I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
If this problem lies in me
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The words he tossed back at her hit their mark. She should have stayed away. He was right. She should have. But she hadn't because she simply couldn't. She didn't like all these truths that he tossed at her like stones. All these truths that she didn't know how to handle that left her at a loss for words. And then he shoved her, just enough to push her off his chest but it had been unexpected. He was always so gentle. Even after accidentally hurting her he had returned to his sweet self. This was a side of him she hadn't seen before. When she stumbled back. Her injured foot hitting the earth much harder than she would have liked Branwen yelped and folded the paw up against her chest.
Her pale eyes quickly moved back to meet his green and she swallowed against the emotions that threatened to overflow. But not as a wolf. As a woman who had made a mess of her life so quickly. "How would do you know my heart Enzo?" She practically whispered into his mind. Her voice much softer than it had been before. "You barely even know me." But maybe he felt that connection as well. Had those memories of their brief moments refresh in his mind at the worst possible moments. Such as when she had watched her mate leave. When she had been ready to be strung up for the murders. She had wondered then would he see her? Would it bother him to see her strung up for all the world to see. Would it make his chest ache? Or would it be more of an inconvenience. One of those 'Oh yes i knew her' moments.
She didn't like being spoken to like a fool. But she had been one. And hearing it all from Enzo made it all the more painful just because it was so unexpected. Connor had told her to get a grip on more than one occasion...although without the ranting quality that Enzo had. Even so it hadn't bothered her like Enzo's words. Connor made her forget, let her dark side reign without urging her to hold back. Enzo tried to make her see that she wasn't this cruel hearted person that she portrayed herself as.
"...If you hated me then I would have no reason to come back." She said softly. And swallowed hard, turning her furry head away. And slowly she began to shift back into her human form. Her long dark waves covering the majority of her feminine form. Icey pale blue eyes blinking as she turned them away from Enzo. Not wanting what happened before to happen again by accident. He was always so careful to look away, to keep from hurting others. She would do him the favor of not needing to this time.
"I don't want to hurt you Enzo, and I'm afraid I will."
She made no move to touch or attack him again. She just sat there with her dark hair falling around her like a dark veil. "Because no matter what you say about me it doesn't change that I'm dangerous."
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Post by Enzo Chance on Aug 4, 2017 1:54:56 GMT
| He rolled his eyes a bit at her question. ”I barely know you, true, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have the ability to understand people and understand body language.” Aside that there would be some more information he would be unwilling to give merely because of the observation she just made. He barely knew her. How could he have such a pull towards her? How could he build a bond with someone that he spent two days with? He remained sitting on the ground though it was clear he was frustrated and it was steadily turning into anger as he watched her. There seemed so much going on and though he usually tried to keep a cool head under situations but there was so much more emotions involved here that he felt compelled to show something that he was feeling… since he couldn’t show anything else.
”But wouldn’t it still hurt the same?” he asked watching her as she seemed to turn away from him. As he sat there on his knees, he felt himself wanting to draw nearer. He wanted to comfort her. He could feel that pain she had in her soul and badly he wanted to tell her she wasn’t alone. She didn’t have to go through it alone. She could lean on him if she needed to. But he kept still in his place. She spoke again speaking exactly what he wanted hear. He didn’t need the show she was trying to put on, he just wanted to know what was on her mind. His own anger started to soothe and he sighed quietly. ”Maybe you will…. But maybe you won’t? You don’t know what will happen and you can’t tell the future. You would rather run from me?” He tipped his head and scooted a little closer towards her.
A gave her a small chuckle. ”Sweetheart. We all are.” He wasn’t trying to be funny but rather serious. ”Im as dangerous to you as you are to me but isn’t that what life is about? Exploring the possibilities? In tuning with the dangerous inner side be that wolf or masterminded criminal.” Finally he scooted enough towards her now that she was full on human. Her hair covered her naked frame as she curled into herself for some kind of security. Quietly he looked down at her, sitting directly in front of her. ”Wasn’t it you who told me those words once before…..” he said. ”I’m not afraid.”
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Post by Branwen Colworthy on Aug 4, 2017 21:01:58 GMT
| ❝ | if I told you what I was,
Would you turn your back on me?
And if I seem dangerous,
Would you be scared?
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
If this problem lies in me
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”But wouldn’t it still hurt the same?”
Her reply was but a whisper. One that may or may not have been heard by the immortal. "I hope not." His next question made her flinch. Her body curling into itself as if she could hide from the answers she didn't want to give. ”You would rather run from me?” She took a slow breath and pushed it out through her nose. "Rather than kill you? Yes. I would." She could feel him moving closer even without looking at him. But she didn't stop him. If anything she felt herself yearning to close that gap between them. But she didn't, at least not yet. Her words from the last time they had met were repeated back to her and Branwen rubbed her hands over her face. "But I am." She said softly. He wasn't afraid of her. Neither had Connor been and just look how that had almost ended. He had come so close to dying. What if she did the same to Enzo? Could she live with herself if she hurt him?....would she even want to?
Someone was sitting here arguing with her over who she was. Over the monster she felt she was. She was so desperate for him to see her as this monster so that she wouldn't have a reason to come back here. To put him at risk yet again. Branwen closed her eyes for what felt like several minutes before she moved. In human form still she moved closer to him. If he didn't push her away her arms would encircle his neck and she would pull herself into his lap. Curling up there she buried her face against his neck and inhaled the sweet scent of him. Her wolf stirred but didn't force her to strike out and Branwen just let herself enjoy the contact. It would likely be very brief given her nature as of late so she wanted to enjoy every second of it.
Her lips brushed against his neck where her teeth had taken hold last time. A soft apology, a promise to herself and to him not to hurt him again. One she sincerely hoped she could keep. But...there was more to her story now. She wasn't just a single woman fighting with her inner wolf. She was mated...something she expected would tear a rift between them even though it was something she had no control over. How couldn't it? She would understand but at the same time it would hurt so much. Because she had chosen to be near Enzo, to seek him out. The goddess had picked Connor for her and while she did love him it wasn't the same. Something forced never could be.
She would tell him....but for a while she just wanted to be with him. Before she made him angry all over again. Her lips moved to press against his own, her teeth raking softly over his lip. Not the wild wolf from before. But the woman who struggled against it. "I missed you." It sounded so silly. Missing someone she barely knew. But she had.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Aug 15, 2017 16:21:12 GMT
| If there was anything that bothered him it was here and now getting rough with her. He didn't enjoy being mean to others but sometimes they needed to hear the truth and to him, Branwen was in one of those dire needs. She needed to look beyond her closed mind and see the bigger picture. So what she couldn't control her wolf, he can't control his powers. They both could equally hurt someone giving the right mix of things but that didn't make her a monster and nor did it make him. He would prefer not to hurt someone but accidents happen. Mistakes are made. He remained in front of her looking down at the bent over woman as she seemed thoroughly stressed about the matter. He didn't know how to make it better if he did he would do it in a heart beat but this was something, much like him, she had to figure out on her own. People can write books on how to do things but what might work for one person may not work for another. She needed to have a long discussion with her wolf it seemed.
Soon she was moving and he fell back a bit onto his rear so she could comfortably sit on him. She curled up right against him, eyes closed being careful to not dare make any move towards her eyes. That was the last thing he needed right now. Instead, he enjoyed the rush of shivers the enveloped him. He enjoyed having her near. His senses were nowhere near as strong as hers but he could feel and her skin against his own was some sort of chemical reaction of bliss or what was his version of bliss. He sat there quietly, arms around her slender frame as if to protect her from the outside forces to let her feel comfortable and secure for the time being. Wasn't like he had anywhere to rush off to right now anyways.
She pressed her lips into his neck over the spot he had just healed up fully. It no longer stung and was practically almost gone now. A smile tugged on his lips. "Still worried over that?" He mused. "Was only a flesh wound." he had worse and though he knew well the canine could have easily made it worse it wasn't anything he was worried about. If she wanted to hurt him he supposed that was just what was in the cards for him. He wouldn't fight against the nature of it. He stuck himself in this position after all. He pet the wolf.
Her head lifted up from his neck and though he was tempted to look down at her he could almost imagine what was coming next. If only he knew how he did it earlier. How he could look at someone and not zap into their head. It had been startling as he had never done it before but he supposed his determination to get her out of that situation was what made it possible. Maybe he could learn to tap into that with some willing participant one day. He lowered his eyes however as she moved in avoiding absolute eye contact as her lips pressed into his own. As she pulled back her voice was but a whisper and with closed eyes he leaned his head into her resting it. "I Hadn't gone anywhere...." he said carefully but thoughtfully. "You knew where to find me. I was just giving you time to figure out if you wanted to or not." Which was the truth. If she wished to look for him then she would and if she hadn't? well.... he supposed he would be stuck in the hell he had been until he eventually moved on from the she-wolf who some how captured his interest. "Aside from beating yourself up... what have you been up to?"
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Post by Branwen Colworthy on Aug 15, 2017 21:10:38 GMT
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He hadn't gone anywhere. That was what he said. But she felt as if he had. Maybe it was just because her mind was such a muddled mess that she felt the distance between them had stretched so thin. He ask what she had been up to and Branwen felt the oddest stirring of guilt in her gut. Why? She didn't owe Enzo anything. They weren't together. So why did she feel like telling him about Connor would be some sort of a betrayal? "...I don't want to talk about me anymore." She said carefully and pulled back. She was still sitting on his lap but she wasn't touching his face or neck now. Thin arms wrapped around herself and long unruly dark locks in stark contrast against her ivory skin.
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"What about you? Any more blind dates with toothy girls?" She tried to smile at that one, she really did. But it came out broken and she ended up biting her lip to hide the odd turn to them. She cradled her injured hand in her lap, the fingers twitched from the pain but she knew it would heal soon enough. Hell she had been ran through with a sword, and then Connor had stabbed her with a dagger. An injury to her paw/hand hurt but it wasn't life threatening.
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Her shoulders hunched against the pain and her wolf restlessly stirred. Enzo wasn't being so harsh now, and she was so close...so close. It would take nothing to reach out and sink her teeth deep into his neck. To let his blood roll over her tongue again, more intoxicating than any drink. She could feel the beast inside her as it tried to rise to the surface. It was exhausting. The constant struggle to have control of her own body. The wolf wanted Connor, it thrived on that darkness inside him. The more human side struggled against the bond and toward someone she barely even knew.
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She just couldn't win.
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"I'm tired..." She admitted slowly and let herself lean back in to snuggle against the crook of his neck. Relishing the warmth of his skin and how safe she felt in his arms. Nearly a perfect stranger but it made little difference to her. She could return to her father's cabin but it was a long trek and she didn't really want to break away from Enzo's calming touch. But her wolf surged and licked its lips at the thought of catching him asleep and unaware. The way his eyes would widen as her jaws clamped around his throat, the way- No. No.
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Branwen rubbed her good hand over her face and sighed in a way that was more from mental exhaustion than physical. "I'm sorry I ruined everything for you here. I didn't attack anyone. I was just waiting for you. I hope it won't be hard for you to find another place to work. I wish I could help but I haven't worked anywhere since I was nearly hung." She rubbed her throat at the thought. Connor had saved her then. Even if he didn't truly care for her he had ridden a long ways to save her. She owed him her life.
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"Do you want me to leave?" She ask without looking at him, still nestled securely against his neck despite her eager wolf. "I should leave." She answered her own question but didn't move. If anything she curled closer. Her good hand falling to knot in the fabric of his shirt.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Aug 21, 2017 23:16:26 GMT
| She asked about dates and he had to quietly roll his eyes. "As if I could get one without being set up on one by someone else." he said. not that it was really that difficult but his mind still remained lingering around the phantom she-wolf he had only seen a couple of times. It was terrible how wrapped up he had let himself get. "I'm not around people enough." he said once quieter this time. "And seems to me I won't be around what few I was since I'm pretty sure I am out of a job now." He snorted quietly. He wasn't too heartbroken about it though as he was sure he could find another ranch who was looking for help just probably not the same pay grade or as good benefits he got from it. She remained leaning against him and he vaguely wondered if they should be doing this at all. The last time they were huddled she had nearly bitten his throat. his lips thinned out a little bit and though he wanted to say they should work on getting her out of there and clothed and off his lap.... he didn't want to. So what if she took a chunk out of him? Somehow he felt like it would be worth it to at least be able to do this one more time before she disappears off into the shadows again and this time... probably for good.
She nuzzled into the crook of his neck and green eyes fell shut. Senses were telling him that this was very dangerous to let her lurk so close to his neck again but perhaps he was being far too trusting to her. Far too sure that her human side didn't want to hurt him. Her wolf didn't seem to be that big of a fan of him however which was okay. You can't win them all even he who was pretty good with animals. Some just refused to tame or be accepting. her next question was a little off to him even as she nuzzled. "Not really..." he said quietly. He felt like she had only just got there and he wasn't sure he was ready to let her go. "We could-- get you dressed and maybe go get a drink somewhere?" but her next set of words caused him to grow quiet stating she should go. "Why are you always running from me?" he asked quietly.
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Authored by Rook.
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Post by Branwen Colworthy on Aug 22, 2017 4:52:46 GMT
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Even curled in his lap and an emotional wreck she couldn't hold back the scoff that broke from her lips when he said he couldn't get a date. However it was soon followed with a reason that made her curl closer to him. She knew the feeling all too well. Not her entire life, but these last month or so had been surprisingly lonely. She couldn't imagine going her entire life feeling the way she had lately. So alone. She reached up to cradle his cheek against her palm while still nestled against his neck. As much of a hug as she could give without pulling away.
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His comment about losing his job made her uncomfortable. She hadn't intended to be a problem. She had just wanted to see him, not cause him even more trouble. "I'm sorry." She said yet again. Quieter this time. At the mention of getting a drink somewhere Branwen didn't reply at first. Letting the question sit as she contemplated a reply. "I don't...trust myself." It had been two men at a bar that had been the catalyst of her downward spiral after all. Or maybe it had been Connor. Maybe all three hitting her at once had just been too much.
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The silence stretched between them after she said she should go. But then came Enzo's soft reply. The tone and underlying current of his voice made her throat tighten and her body curl into itself. Her shoulders moving forward and back hunching to make herself as small as possible. It wasn't that she was afraid...well. Not of him.
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"Because I always hurt you." She said after a long pause. "And I'm afraid...I don't have a strong grasp on my emotions lately." A soft humorless laugh before she pulled back to better see his face. Turning his head so that she could see him better if he would allow it. Carefully keeping her eyes lowered to his lips, feeling much like a submissive before an alpha. Not meeting their gaze. "But if you don't want to run. If you want me to stay...." She leaned closer then until her lips could touch his own. Gentle at first. Tentative as her teeth grazed the thin flesh, skirting a dangerous line. But then she leaned in again with a soft sigh. The kiss was hungrier this time. Needy. Her arms wrapped around his neck and a soft growl rose in her throat. But it wasn't threatening. More possessive of someone else that yet again wasn't hers.
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Post by Enzo Chance on Aug 25, 2017 0:23:24 GMT
| He had a feeling she was going to deny him much like she had several times before but he supposed it was worth a try. He went quiet as he just sat there not entirely sure what to do from here. She wanted to leave but she didn't and he was left wondering what was really going on in this mind of hers. She seemed so lost. So fragile for a wolf who could easily take down whatever she wanted in any way she could. She said she was afraid of her emotions and he gave a small discontent sound. "It's probably what has you in the mess in the first place, Branwen. You don't control your emotions you don't have control over anything. Emotions are a person control center and should they become out of whack... everything else does too." he was sure she heard this all before but it was the truth. Should someone is so lost in their feelings they lose themselves in the process? He wondered if maybe that was why she was having issues with her wolf. But he wasn't a therapist and what little psychology he did know wasn't much.
"I do but I get the feeling you don't want to." He said quietly. "I may not be a wolf and fully understand what is going on but I am here if you wanna talk." He said. He could help the best he could but the matter was she probably needed to figure this out with someone who knew more about her situation. He was just an immortal man who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and like a girl who was having a wolf problem that he didn't know how to solve. All he could be was just that supportive friend that everyone needed in a time like this. His head tipped about the time she lifted up and pressed her lips in to his own. It was a natural instinct to kiss her back. To fall in deeper into the lull of a false security behind those lips. Wraps armed around her a little tighter but he didn't move to do much else.... not like he could with the way she was sitting on him.
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Authored by Rook.
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Post by Branwen Colworthy on Aug 25, 2017 8:57:35 GMT
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It was just one lecture after another. Now another about her emotions. She was so tired of being told how she wasn't horrible but she needed to do this this and that. He said he was there if she wanted to talk and Branwen's eyes drifted shut for a moment. Not in relief but in frustration. She didn't want to talk. Not anymore than she already had. She couldn't be perfect enough for him...it had been stupid to come. She had assumed he would accept her for some insane reason but all he could tell her was she was doing it all wrong.
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He kissed her back but not with the ferocity she had. His arms squeezing a little tighter but the heat wasn't behind it. Not like on the beach. He was holding back...she could feel it and pulled back. Why was she so easily fooled by him? Thinking he was her one calm in the storm? She barely knew him....it had been a mistake. Such a mistake to come here. He didn't feel the same, not like he had back then. He felt pushy, judgmental. Or maybe she was just overly sensitive. Not that it mattered. She suddenly began to shift. Not bothering to climb off his lap before fur sprung from her skin and the shape of her face altered. She leaped out of the warm circle of his arms. Landing on three legs with the fourth curled against her chest.
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"I found my mate, Enzo." She said telepathically with her back turned to him. Her dark tail flicking against her legs as she cast the stones that would possibly sever whatever ties they still had. "It isn't you. But I still came back here like a fool because I thought that you wouldn't judge me." Her pale eyes suddenly sliced toward him, standing out brightly against her dark fur. "Apparently I was wrong...you cant say why I lost control Enzo...you don't know me at all." Her lips curled into a snarl. This was better, she told herself. Trying to ignore the painful lump in her throat at shutting him out. She wanted to go back to him even then. But she didn't. She could already feel her wolf bristling and pacing just beneath the surface, eager to take over.
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With one last glance behind her Branwen disappeared into the brush. Her emotions running wild and her wolf easily taking the reigns.
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