Fennec

Hot wolf man.

Mal, a bit surprised by her wiggling, gripped her hip tightly enough to hold her still. The beast in his head was pacing around curiously. He shook his head and sat up straighter. "Sorry, I can't let you go. You were warned not to enter the woods, weren't you? And you don't even have permission from my Alpha or your mayor to be here. So you belong to us now." He realized from her expression that he probably wasn't making any sense, so he expanded.

He never thought he'd have reason to use the speech all wolves on night watch were taught. He couldn't remember most of it, so he just barreled into the story head-first. "A long time ago, there were humans and there were wolves. No one can remember exactly how it happened, but somehow, some of the humans gained the ability to become wolves. Werewolves." He met her gaze. "Most of the legends you've heard aren't true. We aren't grotesque, and we don't change at the full moon. The urge to be a wolf is stronger at that time, though. Honestly, we might be a bit more dangerous than traditional werewolves."

He reached up and tapped the side of his head thoughtfully. "Each wolf has a second conscience, I guess. A wild half up in their heads that's very strong-willed and very persuasive. I'm very good at controlling my beast, but some others are not. You're lucky that I'm the one who found you. As it was, I almost couldn't calm the beast in my head after you wriggled around like that." He waggled his eyebrows, making it very clear what he meant.

"Fast forward. Now, it's two hundred years ago. This town was just getting started. But our pack has been here longer than any human can trace back. Back then, we were trying to learn to live peacefully, but werewolves are a very cautious and, sometimes brutal, race of people. We didn't want humans anywhere near us. Some of the pack killed human children to warn them away. The humans started hunting us. After quite a bit of bloodshed, the leader of the humans and our Alpha made a pact. Any human who enters this forest without permission belongs to the pack. Any wolf who leaves the forest and enters the town without permission may never go back to the pack." He leveled his gaze on her. "You entered the woods without permission, and now you must stay here."

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aleksandra had returned to maintaining her gear, having gotten very little response from Aulfr. She figured he either didn't find her antics funny or he was so entranced with cleaning his weapons that he didn't care. She'd been thinking about her horribly botched kiss and wondering what Aulfr might be thinking about it. Nothing, probably. The man could be swarmed by naked women begging for him to please them and all he'd think about would be his next mission or how he'd conquer his next country. He couldn't possibly be thinking about that stupid kiss. He'd hardly looked at her for almost two hours.

Which was why she was very surprised when Aulfr stopped beside her. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating from him. She turned, raising an eyebrow. She was about to ask him something snarky, but she found that her lips were very suddenly occupied. She made some high-pitched and embarrassing noise, then reached up to grab a fistful of his shirt. She didn't know whether to headbutt him or pull him closer. She chose option two.

She gave a soft sigh as he pulled away, feeling like those sickly sweet, swooning women in books and fairy tales. She couldn't help herself. There were no 'sparks' and there was no passionate fire in her heart, but kissing him felt good. It was warm and felt comfortable, like putting on her well-worn boots or strapping on her daggers. Something she could do a thousand times and it would always make her feel right, and safe. It was all she'd ever wanted, really. To be with someone and feel safe with them.

She blinked up at Aulfr for a moment, then stood up and gathered her weapons. She was nodding, trying to come up with something to say. "That was, well. It was pleasant. I enjoyed that. Very nice," she rambled, hanging her weapons up beside the bed like always. "Are you going to be doing that a lot? I might need some warning if you are, because I'm not always comfortable with being touched like that unless I know beforehand and-" She stopped, her eyes coming to rest on the khopesh laying on the table. "Is that a khopesh?"

Hot wolf man.

Mal nuzzled his nose against the woman's shoulder, trying to breathe in as much of her scent as possible. Her skull knocked into his nose a bit painfully and he gave a bewildered huff. He shifted, the air around him shimmering like waves of heat off pavement, and his wolf features slowly melted away. All that was left of the wolf was it's playful, mischievous green eyes, greener than the forest in summertime.

He rose up enough to give the girl some air, turned her onto her back, then resettled himself on her hips, straddling her and effectively pinning her to the ground. "Hi there." His voice was deep and smooth, with just a telltale hint of a rasp that gave it a slightly seductive cadence and the lightest hint of an accent. He reached down and wrapped a lock of her soft blond hair around his finger while she was still reeling from his shift.

"You smell really good. And a little bit like old person." He paused, looked her over with an amused glance, and continued. "You're a funny little thing. Are you from town, or are you just passing through?" he asked with a curious smile. There was nothing wicked or corrupt in his gaze. Just this friendly, oddly cheerful aura. Like a puppy, really.

Hot wolf man.

No, you're doing fine.

Hot wolf man.

I have. On a different site, where no one took anything seriously and no effort was put into the story. So I hardly count it. xD

Hot wolf man.

Sorry, my posts might be a bit short until things really kick off.

Mal, growing up a bit of an outsider in his pack, liked to break some of the many rules of night watch. Two of the most important being a) Don't go near the town, and b) Do not fall asleep. On that particular night, he was happily breaking both rules. In all his time with this pack, only one human had ever wandered into the pack's territory. So most nights he had watch duty were spent near the highways, trails, or backyards, dozing peacefully at the edge of the woods as the soothing white noise of distant cars lulled him to sleep.

He was rudely jolted from his nap by a girl wandering by whose scent was startlingly strong. His tired brain couldn't process it at first, but it sure did surprise him when she just walked off of the path and into the forest. She was only ten feet away and his ink black fur was hiding him, so he decided to have a bit of fun. He waited for her to wander in a bit further, then rose to his feet and silently followed her. His amusement grew when he saw the full backpack. A runaway, he surmised, and he decided to begin his game.

Silently he crept up to her. With a playful growl, he rose onto his hind legs and shoved her forward with his front paws, settling on her back when she fell to the forest floor. He pressed his nose into her neck and snuffled around, gauging her scent. Amazing, he decided. Her scent was indescribable. Maybe something like blankets fresh out of the drier, or the air before a rainstorm. Autumn mist. All intangible, fleeting scents that made one feel comforted.

Hot wolf man.

I DID name our thread 'Hot wolf man.' You should see the other times I've named this. Sexy wolf men, woof woof, woofles waffles. And many more.

I am not good at naming things.

And same here. I like to reveal things through roleplaying.

Hot wolf man.

Sangris Malcolm O'Donovan
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Goes by Mal.

Sangris

Hot wolf man.

Setting: Late at night. Depending on her age, the girl sneaks out or just chooses to go for a walk in the woods.

Werewolf roleplay?

Awesome! Though I have to make sure, can you write at least one decent paragraph per post? A few lines at least?