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Post by Roy O'Garou on Oct 11, 2005 8:53:42 GMT
I will be there before you get comfy
He starts to go over to the cupboard to get the wrap out
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Post by Sharon on Oct 12, 2005 16:29:25 GMT
she turns from the kitchen and slowly climbs the stairs. What had happened to her? Why here? Was it this place? Or the time? She knew she needed to speak to her father, but that would have to wait. All she wanted was to lay in Roy's arms and forget about what happened
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Oct 13, 2005 0:28:15 GMT
After putting the wrap on and then the plate in the fridge, leaving the rest of the mess on the table, he heads into the lounge
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Post by Sharon on Oct 14, 2005 4:35:32 GMT
She finds a bedroom and lays down, her arm flung over her eyes. Her mind does what it always does, and starts writing out what has been going on in the form of a poem and she closes her eyes, trying to remember details of what she saw. But most of all, she tries to focus on the man in her vision, trying to bring up any details of him.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Oct 16, 2005 15:02:58 GMT
He walks into the lounge expecting to see Sharon in there, when he doesn't he worriedly starts looking around the lower floor, before heading upstairs
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Post by Sharon on Dec 2, 2005 4:34:52 GMT
All that she can remember is the feel of stiff lace, a brush of fingertips, and those eyes. Before she realizes what's happening, he's there again, laying next to her, brushing her hair with his fingertips.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Dec 9, 2005 23:17:37 GMT
Finding her in one of the bedrooms, he stops and leans on the door frame, just watching her write
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Post by Sharon on Dec 12, 2005 6:36:25 GMT
Her back stiffens as the hair on the back of her neck stands on end. She can't help herself, but she starts to shift, her hands turning into claws. She swipes at the man, growling as she does.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Dec 12, 2005 12:33:48 GMT
Roy steps back from the door, worry showing clearly on his face, struggling not to call out to her, lest she see him as a target
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Post by Sharon on Dec 19, 2005 17:43:55 GMT
the man laying next to her, moves on top of her, feeling completely solid
Ôþñá, ôþñá, üìïñöïò Ýíáò ìïõ, Óáò óçìáßíù êáìßá æçìéÜ. Ìå åðéôñÝøôå íá óáò áããßîù, íá åßóôå ìå óáò.
the sounds come from his mouth, but she cannot understand him. His voice is smooth and calm and feels like velvet running over her skin. She stops in mid transformation, the fine fur of her coat having taken over her body, the claws extended out from her fingers. Her mouth now sports the teeth of her wolf, the mouth having reshaped only a little, her fangs coming down over her lips. Her frame had started to grow bigger, ripping her clothes at chest, hip and thigh. Her eyes are changed to the amber of the wolf. His body pressed up against her was holding her back into the bed. She felt almost cornered, trapped. Her base instict told her to push him off of her, run away, and she did. She struggled against him, but he was too strong for her. Her flipped her over, onto her stomach. His hips pushed into the small of her back, and his hands held her arms over her head so that she could not move
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Dec 20, 2005 1:13:40 GMT
Still standing at the door, not knowing what he should do
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Post by Sharon on Dec 20, 2005 3:51:35 GMT
Sharon turns her head towards the door, and sees Roy. Which snaps her back to reality. She uses all her strength, and forces herself up onto her knees and turns her head to the creature on her back
Leave me alone
she growls at the creature who merely smiles at her and begins to fade. He speaks to her again, but this time in a voice that fills the room and even comes to Roy's ear
I will be back, and you, my beautiful one, you will be mine.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Dec 20, 2005 23:38:04 GMT
umm honey... what was that?
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Post by Sharon on Dec 21, 2005 3:42:01 GMT
Sharon's chest still heaves with the effort that it took to shake that thing off of her. She looks at Roy, and sudden terror fills her. She had never been in this form in front of him and was suddenly quite aware of how she must look. She makes herself shift back into homid form and looks at him, embarrassed
That...was...him
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Dec 21, 2005 21:44:29 GMT
..... maybe we shouldn't stay here till we work this out?
Concern rife across his face
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Post by Sharon on Feb 21, 2006 19:34:13 GMT
I think that maybe we should go talk to me da. Maybe he, or the elders, might have an idea of what's going on.
she sits up on the bed, and runs a hand through her hair. She slowly breathes in and out a few times and slides off the bed and quickly walks over to Roy, resting her forehead on his chest. She needed his strength right now, more than anything
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Feb 21, 2006 21:35:06 GMT
He wraps his arms around her.
When you're ready I'll go get a car and we can go my sweet, do you think you're dad would know?
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Post by Sharon on Feb 27, 2006 19:36:59 GMT
she leans into him, his scent filling her senses, making her feel safe once again
I hope so. If not, he should know where to tell us to go. I've never heard of anything like this, but my knowledge isn't as extensive as his. I'm sorry that you have to go through this.
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Post by Roy O'Garou on Feb 28, 2006 13:26:33 GMT
that's OK my sweet, better we discover it now while we can do something....
he slowly rubs her back, trying to soothe her
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Post by Sharon on Mar 5, 2006 18:25:30 GMT
she rests against him, a small smile on her face as she feels the stress wean away
Have I ever told you how skilled you are with those hands of yours?
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