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Lupita was engulfed in the woman's arms. Her entire body tensed and went rigid for a moment, but then slowly, muscle by muscle, she began to relax. She felt safe. Protected. When Daliah pressed her lips against Lupita's head, Lupita melted into that embrace. It felt so right, so comforting, so much of what she had not had for over a year. She hugged Daliah back, her slender arms wrapped around Daliah's back, probably squeezing harder than Daliah had expected. Lupita had been desperate for this kind of connection, and now that she had it, she was reluctant to let it go. As Daliah spoke, Lupita felt her worries assuaged, her fears lessened. When she had first been bitten, she had been terrified of her transformations. But she had grown to love her wolf form, her wolf senses, the freedom of running. She had studied wolves for years, but now she was a wolf. She had the most unique perspective she could ever have hoped for, the most amazing and wonderful experience any human scientist could have dreamed. But when those vampires had hunted her Alpha, picked off the actual wolves in her pack one by one... when her Alpha had fallen and she fell from that precipice, then later woken alone wrapped in a blanket, "rescued" by humans from a "vicious wolf attack"... she had lost everything in one night. She had wandered, alone, searching for something, trying to fill the void. She had resisted the change, associating it with all the bad that had happened. She had tried to reassert her humanity. But she was no longer human. She thought what she was missing was the connection she had with humans, the strength of her convictions, the beliefs instilled in her by a pacifist mother since childhood. But hearing Daliah speak, stating the facts of her situation, the truth she had known deep down, that made her feel different. She had tried to explain it, the problems she had when her humanity reasserted itself, and then Daliah, almost a complete stranger, had embraced her, offered to help her control the transformation. That care, that willingness to help Lupita despite what the pack needed... that was what she had been missing. She had been missing the pack, the feeling of belonging, the knowledge that she was one with something greater. Daliah stepped back and offered a smile, those big eyes filled with sympathy. Lupita felt tears well in her eyes at the sudden strong connection she felt. She had known it deep down inside. This was what she had needed. "Thank you," she said, trying not to get over emotional. "I must seem so scattered to you. Sometimes I'm bad at explaining myself." She took a deep breath. She had been inspired by words meant to comfort. She continued. "I know I said that I feel guilt and regret after the hunt. But that's what I need to work on. I feel weak, chained to my humanity. I don't want to control or lessen the transformation. I don't want to avoid the hunt." She stood up a little straighter, fire in her eyes. "I want to rid myself of the regret. I want to divorce myself from the guilt. I want to embrace the wolf."

"Well, didn't you get interesting in a hundred years." Elena quirked an eyebrow. She wasn't sure what game he was playing, or if he was actually suffering from some sort of multiple personality disorder. Either way, this new predator within certainly seemed more interesting that the coward she knew before. "It's a surprising pleasure to see the new you," she said. "I guess it's true what they say. Sometimes good things happen to bad people." She strode past him and to the front door. It was surprising to see her last of her sired here. She wondered if someone were playing a larger game, moving pawns around a board in some pattern she had yet to visualize. She would need to remain wary. But trap or not, this was actually interesting. Something had changed her sired from a man who had given up to this... hunger. She almost wanted to know more. She turned to look back at him from the doorway. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I'm on my way out for a bite to eat."

going native

smelly jelly

sweet cheeks

loving embrace

fucking everyone

loving yourself

kissing Elena

slap that ass and make him dance

I blame John Cena

participation trophy

My bed is part of an old set my grandmother left me... so the bed itself, never? The mattress on the other hand, needs to be replaced REALLY badly. The last time I did was probably 8 years ago and it's wearing quite thin. When was the last time you bought new shoes?

Lupita

Weirdly, what looks a lot like Fraggle Rock... some people in my house have strange taste in television.

Find him a butt to love

Are you looking for a sugar daddy/mama?

Elena came down off the stairs and hit the ground floor without pausing. She knew him by sight, by smell, by the feel of his presence, and she strode directly toward him, stopping only when she was face to face with the man holding the suitcase. "Alex," she said staring him in the eye. "Fancy seeing you alive. I thought you'd... given up." She said the last bit with an air of contempt that she did not try to hide. The last time she had seen Alex she had held him up in the air before her, his chin in one hand as she staired into eyes that had no desire to fight, no desire to live. She hadn't bothered killing him with the others. He was already dead inside. There had been no fight in him. "Vacationing abroad, I see," she said, glancing down at the suitcase. She had nothing else to say to him. He had been foolish before, he was likely still foolish now. Sarcasm dripped from her next comment. "I do hope you enjoy your stay." She almost smiled then, but maintained her expressionless glare, prepared to take her leave. She had nothing more to say to the young vampire.

Elena strode into the main entrance hall of Blackthorne Castle. She had stopped in her room to change into something more suited to heading out and finding a meal. She wore a modern black pencil skirt, lacey high necked blouse with full length sleeves, and black, high heeled, knee high boots. Her jewelry was platinum rings, earrings, and bracelets with deep red and black gemstones. She had done her makeup in something approximating the modern style, though with too much eyeliner and lips more blood red than natural. She thought she was ready for a night out on the town, but the effect was not quite what she intended and she came across more as someone dressing up as a goth librarian. Still, it would attract someone, and that's all she needed, someone to for dinner. She was coming down the stairs, the heels of her boots clicking in a steady rhythm as she descended at a stately pace, when her attention was drawn to someone (@Daemonshift, that's you!) in the hall below. She neither slowed nor sped up, but continued down toward the stranger without changing her pace or paying them any more attention than was necessary.

Works for me. Would you like to post first, or should I?

She's leaving the library, so... where would you like the scene?

100% solid. I think someone hugging her might make her feel a LOT more at home than anything else.

Lupita remembered hunting with Tabor and his wolf pack, remembered the smell of their prey on the night air, trailing the caribou for days, assessing the herd, looking for the weakest animals, the easiest targets. She remembered waiting until the herd moved from the open, wind-swept plains and into heavy, crusted snow where her paws would act almost like snowshoes while the hooves of the caribou would break through the crusted snow and bog them down, slowing them, making them easier targets. She remembered the howl that signaled it was time to make their move. She remembered moving with the other females, darting back and forth in the path of the prey, herding them, causing confusion and preventing escape while Tabor and the larger males moved in for a quick, aggressive takedown. She remembered seeing the caribou collapse, legs working ineffectually as it tried to rise, watching Tabor seize the caribou by the nose, holding it as it thrashed, watching its struggles weaken as it began to bleed out. The herd fled and she remained with the rest of the pack, out of reach of the flailing hooves, observing its slow death until it was time to feed. She remembered feeling her muzzle inside the body of the caribou, her snout covered in blood, the metallic smell, the coppery taste as she devoured raw animal flesh. She remembered the satisfaction of a successful hunt, the growling camaraderie as they devoured their prey... She remembered the next morning, waking naked in human form curled up beside wolves and Tabor, the taste of blood in her mouth, tendons stuck in her teeth. She remembered retching blood and raw meat and crying into Tabor's chest as he remained emotionally distant. "I have hunted," Lupita finally said. "With the man who turned me and his pack in Alaska and the Northwest Territories." She tried to hide her mixed feelings on the subject. It was magnificent, liberating, the only thing she ever wanted. It was terrible, brutal, something she never wanted to do again. "I do not think..." she started then stopped. "I am not a hunter. Killing does not come natural to me. I... I wake with regret. When I am myself again." She looked at the floor, then back up at Daliah. "But in the moment, that feeling, the freedom, the pure joy of running with a pack around you, your senses alive like they've never been before..." Her eyes filled with unshed tears. "I'm sorry. It's just... my human nature, my upbringing, is so different from my wolf nature. I was brought up a pacifist. I was brought up to believe that all life is sacred. Now I take life. I know, I know it's to survive, but it's just... it's hard to reconcile who I thought I was with who I am become." She shook her head, wiped at her eyes. "I'm sorry, you don't need to hear about my petty problems."

It looks like Elena just finished up in the library. We could write a scene together somewhere, if you like. She's not very tied to any major plot points just yet, so if you were looking to be more involved in the main story and/or characters driving it, you may want to find another character to play with... either way, cool with me.

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