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Post by Failure on Jan 10, 2008 19:55:50 GMT -5
When Mable was finnished with her blood rescusilatingly painful transformation... WAM. Nirvanna... Of course that lasted for about 2 painless seconds when the monster's sick twisted thoughts rushed through her mind. Wait. This was /her/ mind. She would keep that in /her/ mind, she was just a host with a very hungry visitor. Yeah. Okay hairy 'Mable', bring it! TIME FOR SOME MENTAL WOLFY BRAKE-DOWN. She started up some mental booster sit-ups when a very pretty voice interuped her emotional excercise. Come on Mable, I know you're in there!
"HI CHALKY! I THINK I HAVE A HOLD ON MYSEL-I WANT BLOOD-F..." Mable felt a surge of melancoly greif corse through her. Fine. Go eat that elderly lady with the walker. Fine. Fine. Don't forget the oxygen tank either. yeah... yeah... and... and...
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 10, 2008 20:44:53 GMT -5
Izzy's wolfish face twisted into a pathetic frown-- or as much a frown as someone with a muzzle can anyway-- at Mable's strangled reply. Without a doubt she had basically lost her mental struggle with the beast inside her, and now the black furred werewolf was going to have to deal with the bloodlusting side of her now. Great. Things never seemed to turn out good for him. And he was probrably going to have to show he was alpha to the moonblind too, or it would definatly pay no heed to what he wanted.
Izzy growled threateningly, his fangs bared and his eyes staring down into Mable's. "I am alpha," he said slowly, hoping it would sink into the were's head. "Resist your urges. I know a place with much blood. Lots of human blood. Fresh, young blood." He was hating himself for saying this, but this was the only way he could get her to follow in this state. Ismir flicked his tail, turning and starting to back out of the isle. "Come with me, and you can have some."
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Post by Failure on Jan 10, 2008 20:54:25 GMT -5
The sleeky shaggily bleach colored wolf's pale pink eyes blinked twice trying to comtemplate the message. It means food dooshbag Mable mentally screeched at it. But she stopped suddenly, for she had mulled over his reply. Is he really a blood thristy monster too!? He told me he could control himself She was about to cry when the small wolf jerked forward towards the other canine. I can't beleive Chalky is a monster, a bigger monster than me! He chooses to be mean! She silently sulked inside the beast as it obediantly closered to the larger wolf. Of course wishing to munch on the occational human. Especially the old women. Yum. Powder.[[Mable isn't very keen to the fact Izzy is pretending XD]]
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Post by +.Henry.+ on Jan 11, 2008 12:15:39 GMT -5
Izzy's long pink tonge rolled out of his maw and slid over his coal black nose. The werewolf was jittery and nervous, not wanting any humans to see their escape. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was wondering what the real Mable was thinking of this. Would she believe him, think he was a monster too? That was completely rediculous. Even she wasnt that thick. He still wondered anyway, silently hoping.
Good. The bleach blonde were was following obediantly after him, wolf instincts kicking in to obey the alpha, of coarse along with that deadly promise of blood. Ismirshalen's icy blue eyes looked back for a moment to make absolutely sure she'd follow, and once he had confirmed himself he whirled around and snuck around the corner of the isle. Mable would be able to follow even if he wasnt in sight-- all werewolves had a great sense of smell. Everything around them was unmoving. Not many humans were here at all, what with it being almost midnight. But the black beast could hear everything in sharp detail: the rustling of clothes, the skitter of bugs over the carpet. No one was blocking the way out. All the managers seemed to be in the back of the store. Finally some luck. Izzy flitted through the clothes racks, low to the floor. After glancing around in parinoia a few times he finally made it to the exit. The door was automatic, and opened up as it sensed him. Mable wasnt far behind, he could hear her following. Good ol' automatic doors.
"Not far now," he growled quietly, knowing she'd be able to hear. Izzy darted into the sidewalk, running at a hide speed in case anyone looked out their windows. All they would see was a blur. Surprisingly not a human was in sight. Odd. But at least Mable wouldnt have the urge to sink her fangs into anyone's flesh. Eventually he stopped, standing at the entrance to a park. His bright icy blue eyes glowed in the darkness, waiting for the blonde she-wolf to arrive.
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Post by Failure on Jan 11, 2008 16:56:13 GMT -5
[Yawwwwwwn]
Mable was having a tough time following Izzy, unknown to his mind of course. It was slightly ticking Mable off, why does he have some almighty powerfulness and I'm some uhhh... Moo cow? She thought angrily, she was some under average, small, delicate, mangy wolf with an awkward goldish beauty. There was nothing special about that. I guess I'm not special... I wounder how Izzy feels about that. Oh this is so embarrassing... I wounder if he still likes me, but from the way he was acting while I was transforming, he wasn't exactly naturally lighthearted.
Do I care anymore? Oh whatever, I hardly even know the ma- wolf, and possibly... monster? Mable shuddered at that last phrase, and it was visible in the wolf, a soft wave of gold flowed down it's boney spine. Wolves get goosebumps? Now where the heck is that weird-o? The wolf seemed to let out her agrivation as it was following just the blurred visions of Izzy's back side/tail. Nice butt.It let out the occational unliterit mumbily growl. Mable noticed this strange behavior Am I really like that? [[Btw, she's not lost, she's just having a hard time]]
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