Wolf of Eden 1.7 She puckered her mouth, for the juice was rather tart. "PLECH!" she murmured, her long tongue going in and out of her mouth to be rid of the tartness. Sipping more of his brandy, the mage wondered if he should introduce himself. After ridding herself of the tart taste, she heard her stomach growl. Pulling something out oh his many pockets once more, he produced a silvery square object. Amora questioned this as well. "No," she said, clenching her lips together. "Amora, this is not tart like the juice was." "Hell no," she said with her lips still clenched. "I'm surprised you could talk through your lips," the mage mused, unwrapping a sweet smelling brown brick. Even though Amora's head was turned, and her eyes having been closed, she turned to scent the smell. "It's....exotic..."she said, her mouth watering for the smell. "No,"he said, "you decided you didn't want any chocolate." The word was strange to her, but it smelt...so.....goooooo
Wolf of Eden 1.6 Placing her over his shoulders like a wounded sheep, the mage quickly gathered their things and dumped them in the awaiting cart below the window. Leah came in and noticed him packing the rest of their things. "How much?" the mage asked. "Excuse me?" she replied in shock. "How much for the room?" He was calm for the circumstance, but also hinted that he was pressed for time. "I-I," she stammered, "Two ounces, five?" Leah had never seen more than a half ounce of gold, and what he was offering was near more than she could handle. "Whatever you feel is best," she said, gazing down at the floor. She could not speak of a certain amount, for she had been raised to be modest, and accept whatever she was given without complaining. The mage sought out two and a half ounces, well over more than should have been for the room. "Take it, child, and don't let anyone know that we were here," he told her. "Thank you, but this is too much." Before she could say anymore, the mage
Wolf of Eden 1.5 As Amora lay in the light of the room, Leah having left in near tears, and the mage sitting beside her on the bed, she felt horrible. Her muscles ached to the point of her wanting to die, and she had a fever now. So much so that it was dangerously high, and she was sweating ice. "We need to get out of here," the mage was saying to himself, "they are gaining on you and will not stop until they have you. But why are you so important to them if they did not treat you so well?" He tapped into her thoughts by touching her temple, and focusing, he saw it. With a sharp intake of breath, he realized just how important she really was to the vampires. If the vampire king had used her full potential, he could find the glorious Eden of old, and perhaps what most would call paradise. She was the last wolf of her kind, and more than likely, the only one who even remotely knew of Eden. In her lineage, the secrets of how to get there had been passed down
Wolf of Eden 1.4 Opening her eyes, Amora was quick to learn that she was not in the woods anymore. Leah was entering the room to put fresh water in the room and place a few towels there. The mage was nowhere near, and Leah seemed suspicious of them. "where is he?" she asked Amora. "Where is who?" Amora answered. Leah near dropped the pitcher. "You mean, you don't know who you are traveling with?" The look in Amora's eyes plead for an answer as well. "Who are you then?" Leah asked, opening the curtains to allow some light into the room. Amora winced, and shielded her eyes from the light. Growling, Amora put the pillow over her head. "Are you insane?" She covered herself up again and grumbled. "Will you please leave me to rest? I have a splitting headache." Leah nodded, and left the room silently. Upon falling back asleep, Amora awoke shortly after to a soft thud. Upon her tired gaze, the mage stood at the open window. "Did you just.... how did you... why t
Wolf of Eden 1.3 It was all she could do not to fight with him, and besides, she could easily be obliterated by her weakness at the moment. "Because I have no one to take care of me," she answered, and fell to the ground. The mage looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. "But you belonged to somebody at one point in time. And just how do I know this? I know this because they are looking for you now, and are approaching the last whiff of your scent now. My only question is, why did you run, Child?" With an agitated growl, Amora replied, "I am not a child, and I ran because I was tired of being their pet. They never once were loving to me, and always treated me like a slave and more like property than family." She was angered, and the mage knew better than to provoke her any further. "Perhaps you need some help in hiding then?" With her eyes closed, Amora lay there for a second and thought about his offer. "Why are you helping me?" she asked. "Because I hav
Wolf of Eden 1.2 She ran until she collapsed, sliding with a light thud against a tree.It knocked the air out of her, and she lay there a moment to rest and catch her breath. Lightly whimpering, she knew she had to press on. The electricity still flowing in her, and it stung her every muscle. Growling, the platinum blonde female wolf lifted herself up, and walked as quickly as she could. Scenting the air, she made sure that it was safe to continue on. The air was cool, and it tickled her nose. There was no scent of vampire, but she smelt human nearby, and knew that she had better stay away from their homes and establishments. It wasn't good for her nor was it a wise decision to be spotted. Granted, being added to a family would be wonderful, but then harm would come to them if the vampire king found her. 'Keep going,' she told herself, 'you can rest later, Amora." The smells of the humans' homes smelt amazing, tantalizing her nose to stop by.
Wolf of Eden The shock of the collar around my neck was strong enough to bring me to my knees. Screaming in horrendous pain, I buckled and fell to the ground. "Yes, kneel before your master like a good doggy." I growled, feeling the innards move in disagreement with myself. silent tears ran down my cheeks, but I was soon standing again, wiping the drool from my lip and glaring at him. "Never," I growled more deeply, punishing his ears so that he understood me perfectly. With one more growl, and a tough hit from the collar again, I reared my head back and howled in pain. With all I had left, I charged past him and knocked the remote out of his hand. Upon my racing into the thick trees, my vision was clouding and I was having hard times trying to find my way. I had always planned my escape, but the vampire king had other plans. It was a miracle that he hadn't tried to seduce me into being something more than just a hand servant. He would hunt me like he
Lone Wolf 2.0 the magnificent doorbell was rung, and soon the ex-hunter was standing in the foyer awaiting Jasper's arrival. "She's here," Xander said, having known she would be prompt. "She?" Jasper asked, and was soon down the stairs in no time. With a look of complete sophistication and valor, Jasper took the hunter's hand, kissing the top quite softly. "I understand you are tracking a dragon," she said sharply, and ignore his formalities. "Yes," Jasper said, giving a sharp look at Xander. Turning back to the lady, he explained in a more, defensive way, about his "missing dragon" that had supposedly taken on a hostage. "I see," she said sarcastically. It was almost like she did not care about this. "I would appreciate if you could lead us to him. I would hate for the castle to go unguarded tonight." After hearing his ploy, the ex-hunter simply wondered anything about any possible scents to be warned about. "He ha