Werewolves are Sexy beasts o.o;

[Aleron Fallon]

He looked at his finger annoyed and sighed, sucking the blood from it lightly looking like a child with his finger in his mouth. He stopped after a bit and kept walking through the forest hoping he wouldn't prick himself on anymore thorns. As he walked he looked around aimlessly forgetting how to get to the lake that lies within the woods and getting himself lost. He stopped and wiped the sweet from his head, it was night fall soon and as he looked around he realized how lost he really was, he began to have thoughts of screaming and seeing if anyone would hear him but he pushed those thoughts aside for now maybe later he thought, when he was really desperate.

He walked on and on and before he even realized it the sky was pitch black and was having trouble seeing in front of him. He tripped and fell and at that he yelled, not due to the pain but out of sheer annoyance. He pounded his fist against the hard cold ground a few times before standing and sighing. Then while starting to walk through the woods again he made a silent vow to buy a portable GPS system and always carry it on him.

[Drea Evelyn Cult]

The soft breeze, the darkness that drifted over the woods, the silence that followed. It was an outstanding night to take a pleasurable walk. Even better to go hunting. A dark figure moved within the shadows. It's steps were silent, it's elegance was returned with swiftness and slick movements. Fur caressed with the color that was as black as the night sky itself. Only it's eyes shown with such an odd color, that it would have been confused whether it was a feline or a hunter of the night, a wolf. Elletchal couldn't say she was just an ordinary wolf. More than she could say she was an ordinary human. She was neither. Her body combined into both, her power to possess any form when ever and where ever she wanted. She was elegant, smooth, beautiful. But this dear girl was also sharp, crisp, fierce, and dangerous. Her teeth could shred the hardest of skin. Shatter the hardest of wood. She was a pure animal at heart.

Her senses picked up things from miles away. The bright side of being out of the ordinary. Elletchal moved from between the trees, her body twisting past low branches and sharp sticks that pointed from the ground. With a sudden shock, her ears pricked up, her eyes flaring as though she had caught a dear in the act of trying to get away. A loud yell, the smell of blood, the vibe of frustration pulled her forward. Lips pulling back, almost looked like a snarl, but it wasn't even close. It was rather a broad smile. And as elegant as she was moving, her paws pushed with a pounding force. Her body thrusting forward as she darted in the direction of the sound. Her nose catching the sent of blood, making her trail much easier. Her sudden stop was planted behind a bush. Her gaze stared out in between the cracks of the brush. Her breath was caught as she smelt the boy ever so clearly.

Her eyes studied him, rather handsome he was. Elletchal wouldn't have minded having him all to herself. She was curious about his human nature. He seemed lost, and what better help could a male get other than a mans best friend. But if only he knew how close they could get. Elletchal suddenly wanted him. Maybe just a toy boy, or something she could flirt with. But he had caught her eye. She took a step forward, not being as elegant as she wanted, letting herself step of branches. Wanting him to be aware of her presence. That something was there. Some one was watching. She watched, making sure he was alert, before she hopped out of the brush. Now her swift and gentle movements were back. She started at him, lowering her legs to the ground. With a sharp snap of her head back, Elletchal let out a loud shattering howl that seemed to echo through out the night.

Her gaze lowered as she circled around him, each time, growing closer to him, closing him in.