Grayell looked at her, smiling. A hand lifted from her lap and touched her cheek, then pulled hair over hear ear. He simply stared for a while, fascination in his eyes. After a moment he nodded - then kissed her cheek.
You only live once right? Just promise me something. Just one simple thing.
Grayell laid his hand on her cheek, gently turned her head and kissed her. I was simple, lasted but a moment but her breath meeting his made him sigh afterward, then bolstered his resolve.
Stay with me. That's all I ask.
He pressed off the ground, stood up and looked himself over. He turned to look down on Wistvale, w thriving town that laid so quiet now and then up to the moon. It washed over him, ran through him and made him feel like he was almost whole. He stood relaxed, feet apart, his arms slack at his sides and smiled. Eyes till on the moon he drew breath.
Of course, Grayell. Always. Her voice took on an edge of predatory glee. As he looked at the moon, she tiptoed behind him. Then roughly threw her arms around his chest, pinning his arms down as she sunk her teeth into the meat of his neck. She bit down hard, but not overly roughly, drinking deep of his blood. It seemed acrid and sour, but she took it in anyways; her own curse would transform it, turn it into something she could use.
Grayell almost stumbled, jerked forward but did not move his feet. His jaw set as she bit in, his head tilting to the other side. Her mouth was savage and hungry and the pain tore into his spine, rushed up the base of his skull and washed over his body. He was still staring at the moon, rocking only sightly, erratic tugs on his body as she fed on him.
His hand lifted and as she took him in the most predatory manner, it touched her cheek. His muscles suffered minor spasms, his pulse leaped out of control and blood washed down his chest, spilling to the ground... but his hand simply stroked her face, caressing her skin as he was mauled.
Grayell growled as he spun suddenly, eyes locked onto her instantly, wild. He reached out, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her, hard against him. His left hand slid into her hair and pulled her mouth to the other side of his neck, snarling. He wasn't hurting him but she had stirred the animal she was trying to let loose.
His other hand pressed to the small of her back, grinding her against him. His skin was covered in sweat, burning and he was clearly excited. His eyes closed, still growling and his neck swelled against her mouth, offering itself.
Last Edit: Sept 27, 2011 5:11:35 GMT -5 by Grayell
She bit into him hungrily, her hands moving up and down his back, her body grinding against his. His blood was passed through her system and injected back into his flesh. It stung and burned as it passed through his body, making his head foggier than it was. She put her hand behind his head, other one at his back, holding him up as he lost consciousness.
He came to in the treehouse. As his senses returned, he felt that Liseth was laying next to him. They were also both naked. She had a had on his chest, head against his shoulder, sleeping soundly. As he looked around, he saw that he and her were covered in blood.
Grayell's mind had seen red, then black, that black being consumed and drawn down until whirling, sucked through some for of whirlpool that led him to unconsciousness. He didn't register his body blanking out, but he knew of the dark.
He awoke, inside a dream. The woods were dark. He saw nothing but a silhouette of trees as the moon gave but a glimpse of light and threw it casually into the small clearing he stood in. It was silent. Muting, nothingness. He turned, spun, looked all around and found nothing. These wilds were dead.
A noise broke that instance, a sharp growl. It paced into the light before him, pristine and white, it's teeth bared, lips curling back. It's eyes studied him as it's nose led it toward him. Grayell should have known fear but failed to move or respond.
He stared at the wolf. He studied it, but did not move, did not speak. The wolf paced, still growling until it stood immediately in front of him. He expected it to bite. He expected blood. He waited on a nightmare, the horrible pain that came with the transition, the becoming.
It never came.
The wolf looked at to him, silent now and touched it's nose to his hand. The woods around them burst into life and a white light washed over him, erasing all that was.
This is when he awoke.
He smelled blood, as pure and as keen as his senses had ever been. His eyes surveyed the mess. He looked to Liseth... then sat up without a word. He didn't panic. He didn't feel anything.
Grayell's nose was alive. His eyes took in the carnage, blinked slowly. It came to him so easily, painted imagery in his mind and gave him immediate cognition of everything. Everything.
He could hear every sound in the woods and beyond into Wistvale and somehow his mind could filter it, sort it, give him only what he needed and not go mad with the rest. He leaned down, dragged her scent in. Studied her skin and heard her heart, almost felt her thoughts. It had never felt this sharp. Not as a Garou. This... was beyond that.
He smiled as he lowered, kissed her stomach. His tongue lightly tasted her, then dragged up the curve of her belly. He then turned and with a yawn that wound into a small howl, he stretched and climbed out of his bed.
Last Edit: Sept 9, 2011 17:15:31 GMT -5 by Grayell