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[atrb=background,http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd495/mightykish/sablemiddle.png] Cool mists of the previous autumn rain whipped against her pointed maw as she ambled along a fresh scent trail. Amble… such a… useless term. She was hunting- tracking down the source of this intrusion so she could handle it herself. She needed no protection as of now, because Sable trusted no one beside her self. She’d never given in to help, for independence was her best friend, and her only friend. She had spent months memorizing her turf, and by now, it was as clear to her golden eyes as the fur on her body. Every rock and tree was hers. Dare anyone tread her soil, she was well prepared to defend. Under the heavy cover of trees, she was safe from the rain, and free to carry on her usual routine. She’d scent marked each tree between the Taylean Valley borders, to the Temple near the forest center. Her nose lifted to the chilled air once more, giving the atmosphere a strong inhale, before hissing hot breath in steamy billows before her. A well-known scent had returned…

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[atrb=background, i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd495/mightykish/nethmiddle.png] Lucky day apparently. Sameon had caught three rabbits, a squirrel and chased a lively buck just for fun. Game was oddly plentiful for so many wolves. Then again they all didn't need to eat game all the time. Human food was a lot more palpable even if the wolf wasn't a fussy eater but cooking tended to require thumbs. Something that he'd been lacking as of late. Sam was now stalking a much more... Interesting piece of prey now. He had no intentions of eating this one whether or not his belly was full of rabbit right now; no this one was prey for a significantly different purpose. He stalked her from the high ground, trying to stay down wind of her. Once you spotted her it was easy to keep on her tail. Her gold coat glinted in patches of sunlight and in the darkness it turn pleasantly dusky. And for gods sake her scent was damn EVERYWHERE. She'd seen it fit to piss like a cat on every tree in sight. Sam's wolf crouched low and growled in displeasure. He'd certainly knocked her briefly off her blissful high perch. She felt threatened and that was the reason for all her bitch markings. Hers, it said defiantly. I beg to differ. He dug his claws into the soft ground in front of him, working tension off like a cat scratching a post. Sam had considered trying to mark over her. See how she'd like that but then, a confrontation was much much more fun. Spying an outcrop of boulders and rocks amongst the dense forest he decided it was the perfect ambush spot, and she was just passing by them now. Sameon leaped into action, silent as any successful predator and quickly navigated his own high perch on top of the rocks. They would've made a nice den site part of his instinct told him absently, though they probably housed a hibernating bear pretty frequently. That caught him for a moment. Were there bears on this island? Certainly there should be more sport then just hunting deer and other game. It occurred to him maybe the dragons had taken the place of their rival predator... Later. He'd think on it later. Focus on your current prey, Sam. Gold eyes followed her as she padded through, focused on her own hunt. Sam shifted ever so slightly, wiggling his bum and aimed a nice pounce on top of her. It was devoid of any clawing or biting, maybe a snarl might have torn loose but this attack was purely... Well for all intentions not to be harmful. Gotcha sweety pie.

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[atrb=background,http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd495/mightykish/sablemiddle.png] But the elements never had played in her favor... nor her sister, Evangelina, for that matter. Coming from a strictly Lycanthrope family, Sable was far from the high road they called “elemental powers”. Like the rest of them, she didn’t plan on binding an element, but then again; her time was not up. She had a month to go before she was decided. But this did not cause her great fear. If she was indeed given an element, it would only better her. If she didn’t, then she had not lost anything of importance; she was wholly capable on her own. Or so was the idea. Attentive cream fronts pivoted and scanned over the terrain with keen understanding of her troubles. Lycanthropes- and lots of them. She’d met a few close to the border of the Ven forest, and reluctantly crashed the party in attempt to sway them from feeling welcome. The last thing Sable wanted was their prying eyes dirtying her forests with their false motives. Even the male; whom she’d taken an interest in had her hackles raised nervously. He’d eyed her down at that meeting like a damned hawk. And the golden huntress was damn near willing to bet he was still after her and this fresh territory of hers. Just by the glint in his summer eyes, she could see the knowledge, and the understanding that this was not just a game… It was a battle of wills; Life or death; negotiation or the clash of claw against flesh. All or none. Rasping her tongue around her canines, she tested the air once more and furrowed her brows. There was a scent in the air, no doubt, but with the shift of wind, it appeared stale, and Sable felt confident enough to shrug it off and continue on. Though, the golden she-wolf had not predicted the possibilities of an aerial attack… when she neared the clutter of massive rocks resembling that of a den, she began to shiver. All odors were washed downstream by a buffeting wind, leaving her without her most valued defense. She was vulnerable, and it was this, that made her shiver. Quickly, her head snapped into focus at the tree line… just listening… but what happened next was more than enough to knock her off her feet, if not from the impact, but the shock. When the massive brute lunged through the thick air, a dark shadow passed over the she-wolf like a hawk over its delicious prey. But she was only allowed enough time for a loud cry of shock, before the pain of impact hit her like a boulder. Rolling as best she could directly as he landed atop her, she aimed swift blows with her back feet at his tender underbelly. Her lungs gasped desperately to reclaim the wind that had been knocked out of her. With a slight shift in weight, she took a loud intake of breath, and omitted a throaty growl before reaching out violently with her incisors to tear and grab hold of anything she could come into contact with. But his manner seemed to slow her movements… he wasn’t attacking so much as he was holding…. Sable held back her assault for a moment to grind out words from her bitter tongue, ”You damned beast!” her shoulders lay pinned to the forest floor, and mentally she was bashing herself against the nearest rock for her arrogance. 568

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[atrb=background, i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd495/mightykish/nethmiddle.png] As he sailed into her, he braced himself for a proper assault. She was more then dominant enough to view this as a real attack, he was at a disadvantage because he was trying to hold back. She made a very satisfying yelp though, he figured he'd knocked the wind out of her. Then she started with the kicking and the biting, his lips curled back ready for a warning growl but she stopped at the very last minute. He could feel her canines where they were moments from sinking into the softer flesh on his neck. A shudder rippled through him. Sam surveyed the female he pinned beneath him. Little girl she was. Still stubbornly strong. "Was that a compliment?" He teased with a wolfy huff tact on the end. Sam bit her squarely on the nose, not hard enough to break skin but enough to feel his pearly whites. It was to show her that he was taking full credit for this little fight and that being on top of her, he had won. 1 Sam, 1 Sable. The quicksilver male leaped off her gently. His demeanor still guarded but not nearly as freaked out wild animal as the other night had been. The stakes were not entirely clear yet but they were less complicated without the audience of a pack of puppys and bitches on heat. "Sable..." (I'm assuming he learnt her name that night) He said slowly pinning her with the alpha's gaze. "How long do you think you can keep a territory without a pack?" Sam asked, part of his voice was filled with genuine curious but he had already half guessed that she intended to do it with iron will and determination of a bulldog. Stubborn. He snorted delicately. She'd end up killing herself with the effort. Behold what a dominant would become with no submissive to protect, something tense and almost rabid, tying herself to the land in an attempt to give her wolf purpose. He let no sympathy leak into his hard molten gold eyes.

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[atrb=background,http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd495/mightykish/sablemiddle.png] His nip gripped her nose with an annoying pinch that made her yelp. Her eyes flickered open in quick blinks, then her brows slowly came together to stare back at him with a look that could only have said ”Is that what this is all about?” after a full pledged attack, she’d expected something a little more… challenging. “You’re giving me more attention than I’d asked for.” her voice was not amused by the slightest, and slightly throaty given all his weight was being distributed to her chest and shoulders. At length he wheeled his massive wolf bod from her own golden one, and she was free to collect her bearings once again. She picked herself up in a quick twist where she shook her self free of debris. He addressed her clearly, but she was all too aware of the matters he spoke. She’d slipped over it so many times before… But somehow had managed to put it off to the back of her mind. She’d be killed if she kept living like this… But something within her kept her from giving in. Was she so stubborn? So ornery that she needed seclude herself into a thick isolation? She held his gaze dangerously, but a little tug at the back of her mind made it emerge softer than the night before. But nonetheless, she still felt threatened. Alone… “Long enough to drive your party away. They don’t know what it means to be a Lycan. None of them,” she’s said them, but made sure not to draw to much attention to it. ”If they realized how valuable each breath was to an alpha, then they’d know… They’d know of the fight. Not only for their lives, but for their minds. I’ve been alone for a long time, Sam. I don’t need you.” such a lie. The stubborn girl had shut herself away from it, but inside, there was still the doubt. This had only been an example of what could have happened this evening. If it had been another, she’d be dead. Turning her pale head away from him, she studied the ground with soft, narrowed gold eyes. She’s done this to herself… Something deeper seemed to scream… Help me… a something she’d locked away with the emotion. ”You’d have killed me if you’d wished it. Why not.” her tone left out the questioning tone. She’d felt so cold inside. 398

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[atrb=background, i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd495/mightykish/nethmiddle.png] He growled at her obvious ignorance. Who did she think she was kidding with the hero act? Sameon pinned his ears back in annoyance. "Make no mistake I'm giving you this 'attention' because you're a key player here, Sabby." He drawled sarcastically. "Now those blockheads, even if they do act like they've never heard the term 'wolf' before still have instincts. Loners don't live for very long, you should know that, woman. And they do too thats why they flock together." He said dismissively. "It takes an alpha to keep the wolf in check. Now you might be strong enough but what happens when they loose their minds and hunt you down?" Sam made a frustrated kind of snarly noise, his wolf bristled, desperate to pace and work of some steam but he kept himself in check. Instead the great hulking animal sat down and curled his tail around his paws, he looked hunched over and immovable and steely gray fur made him look like a stone gargoyle. Watchful was the word he invoked. He never seemed to blink. Instead his eyes bore into her, willing to accept his terms. She couldn't fight them off forever though he imagined she'd damn well try. She inspired some respect in him for that but if there was a better way to avoid the whole situation then he thought her stupid for it too. When she turned her head away his wolf silently purred with approval. He expected her to be much more difficult. Then she caught him by surprise with her last question. He knew he wouldn't get much peace around the Sable wolf. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Don't misunderstand. I don't spare you because you're special though I like you a lot more than those idiots because you at least have some sense. They seem oddly... Human. It's eerie and unnatural but I'm no executioner. I'm a protector and I'll do my damnedest to save them and you despite yours obvious shortcomings," He snorted and rolled his eyes. "I want you to be my second, Sab." He added seriously.

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[atrb=background,http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd495/mightykish/sablemiddle.png] Hero act? She felt anything but a hero. Nothing she was setting out to do was for the sake of being a “hero”. It was he who was looking for a sort of righteous justice. He thought he could curl her around his finger like her sister… or probably every other girl he’d come into contact with. If he had not bitten into them as he’d tried with her. She became angry again and snarled, snapping at the wind with pearly jaws. He thought he knew her. ”This woman hardly cares. I hadn’t planned on being a loner forever. Plus, not all of them seemed so inclined to your little band wagon either. The children are naïve, but as you said, I cannot deny them their internal instinct. I admit to avoiding my own. I get… caught up on things,” she doubted that he’d make any attempt to try and relate. And she was sure as fucking hell tired of playing the fool for pity. He knew what he had coming, and she was learning. ”-They’ll kill me. I know, Sam.” she growled again and looked back at him, avoiding the touch of his cold gaze. She hated him, but really, it was that she hated what he was tryingto make her, even if it was complete truth. What was she holding back on? Stupid girl. Submission. She’d given it to him by the skin of her teeth. It angered her to know, but she’d run out of options. He was offering her life. But his actions and voice were sending such confusing messages. She didn’t want to be treated special, damn it! She wanted respect and rightful rule. ”Quit treating me like a child, Havok. Its immature, even for you. You’re acting like I wanted to be treated this way. I don’t. You’re frustrating, and intolerable, and conclusive, and the biggest fucking asshole I’ve ever met, but you’re not a liar. Don’t prove that I was wrong in doing this.” she dipped her head down low from her sulking haunches, before raising it back up in a frustrated glare. Sable didn’t take kindly to being a Beta, but she’d prove her worth somehow. To fulfill the oath, she approached him calmly, and lifted her nose to his own where she briskly licked his maw and turned her face away. She’d never given in to such weakness, and it made her feel so bare. A single sigh left her soft lips, and in a single fluid movement forward, her body melted into that of a human woman. Sitting bare beneath the dark cover of trees. Her eyes conveyed more emotion than her wolf form, and moisture collected around her dark lashes. But she blinked them away and soldiered on. Emotion was something she’d always hate about her human side. Her blue eyes remained on the forest floor as she sat with her bare legs beside her body, arms supporting her, and that same shade of gold lacing her hair as it fell feraly over her shoulders. This was her trust. 507

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[atrb=background, i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd495/mightykish/nethmiddle.png] Ok maybe he's was trying to act out some sort of heroic quest for ultimate power. Or it was just those damnable instincts telling him that and order needed to be hammered down. Now. Before they all got themselves killed. It was good to see Sable didn't wallow in her internal affairs for long. She sloughed right on through and continued to bite his head off. He actually grinned when she called him Havok. Though with a dogs maw it looked more like he was bearing his teeth. But to him, her calling him Havok was equivalent to calling him 'boss'. He also loved that she had conceded but was obviously seething inside, no point having a second who obeyed you mindlessly. Sam would come to value her input. He would try not to rub it in. Not that he made a habit of bragging but Sable seemed like a particularly hard won battle. He sat through her little ritual patiently, guessing he wouldn't get her rolling on her back or tail between her legs, but it was enough. The silver wolf watched her change with depthless eyes. Sam made a gentle 'woofing' huff that caused his shoulders to jig with the motion, he licked her bare shoulder then retraced his steps to shift. Since the moon wasn't up tonight and things were relatively calm, shifting was much slower, you could actually see his bones breaking and fur retracting to puzzle the human together again. It was still remarkably fast and he stood over her within the moment. Blonde hair tousled and eyes gray-blue. "I know that not all of them are my camp followers but someone has to be a bit persuasive around here. Even if it does require a little... force," The golden wolf eyes flared up briefly then faded back to gray and Sam seemed a bit wary. He looked down at the woman he'd beaten into submission. She will recover he thought fiercely even if (to him) it was for her own good, she only really had to answer to him. He'd given her more power then she'd think to realize - Hopefully he wouldn't come to rue the day. "Come on, Sab." Sam said gruffly offering her a hand and hauling her to her feet. "If you're going to be second then I'll have to fill you in on a few plans," He turned and lead the way through the forest completely expecting her to follow. She was his now though the contract hadn't been quite fulfilled yet. He'd have to feed her a piece of his own flesh to seal the pack bond. That would come later. For now he lead her to a heavy built ute on the side of a clearing, they had to march 15 minutes or so to get to it but to a werewolf it mattered little. The ute was rusty in places and in the back was a duffel bag which Sam proceeded to rummage through and produce a pair of black cargo pants and some dark leather stompers. Steel capped beneath the toe. He pulled the cargos on and then the boots with military-like efficiency. Sameon then looked up, mildly astonished that Sable was still there and surveyed her naked state for the first time with a bit of male appreciation glinting in his eye. Well at least now we know Sam isn't gay. "There's a shirt in the bag if you'd like," He offered rubbing the stubble along his chin. He made the word 'shirt' sound like it had offended his favorite aunty. How dare it offer modesty. Sam then walked a few paces from the ute, around several large trees to a small clearing where the starting of a foundation had been set up. Large piles of cinderblock bricks had been stack against several treated and cut trees. "Pack house." He stated quietly and simply waiting on her reaction.

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[atrb=background,http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd495/mightykish/sablemiddle.png] Sable had never been one to think long on her worries. She figured if she was to get over them, it would take time, and worrying was not the key. Wallowing and rolling in it would only stress her mind out. She was better off trudging on, just as she always had. She was off to the next thing; sacrificing a bird or something… Sam shifted beside her in a slow manner, his body befalling that of night before. Prominent features glowing in the thin spill of evening light. His sandy hair blew gently, just as feral as her own. She longed to reach out and touch his broad face… But Sable knew to keep her eye to herself as best she could. She was playing on control just to stay this way. He was only a distraction. She couldn’t let hormones get the best of it, it was childish. She lifted her blue pools to his hand as it reached to pull her to her feet. Biting back her reluctance, she acted upon reflex and allowed him to guide her through the dark forest. For at least fifteen good ones they walked. Nothing passing between them but the periodic shift in pace. But he did not look back at her. Not once. But then again… why would he? She was just a pawn to him. She was no longer an alpha. Not his alpha, therefore, they were not linked in anyway. Was she saddened by this? Did she really care? Of course not… Nearing a small cabin-like structure within the Ven Forest, Sable turned her placid face to Sam, eyes wide. He’s been here this whole time, and she’d not so much as noticed a single thing? Perhaps she wasn’t fit to be an alpha. She was useless. Growling at herself she let out a sigh that drifted through the thick air. Who the hell was she kidding now? They stopped near the back, where he continued to pull on different articles of clothing. She watched with observant round eyes, admiring his efficiency. After awhile, he granted her a passive look, only reminding her that she had been staring. Damn it! She was doing it again! Quickly, she pulled her eyes away in embarrassment and cleared her throat. He seemed to look her over for a moment, but no longer. A shirt? Her attention snapped back at him and she gave a soft half smile, but in fear, it was washed away with a serious stare. ”No. Unless you plan on staying like this for very long, I’d rather not ruin it,” he began to walk away, expecting her to follow, and mentally, she began to wonder; She hadn’t been in her human form in so long… in a way if felt nice… when she was sure he was not looking, she casually slipped the dark blue tee over her slender neck. It hung loosely over her slim, feral body to the mid of her thighs. Then she sprinted to catch back up with him. Lumber lay in piles around them. She followed close to him, and every so often, her skin would brush against his. This place was new to her, and something in the back of her mind feared the arrival of more lycans so soon to their last meeting. She wasn’t ready as of yet. ”What is all this for? A pack house…?” she had a few ideas, but she wanted to hear the words from the horse’s mouth.

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[atrb=background, i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd495/mightykish/nethmiddle.png] Sam actually hadn't been there for too long. The ute was a mobile thing, he had it shipped to the island quick smart as soon as he decided there was something worth stay for. The old Holden was the closest thing to a friend he had out here, it smelt distinctly of wolf and therefore few predators or otherwise would approach. It was a make shift return point which he could move whenever he felt threatened but now... With the foundations of a pack house in place, these forests would be their territory. It would function as a safe house, their den, the heart of the wolves; A lot had gone into the planning of this construction. Sam still found himself wondering if it was all worth it, though he cared little for his monetary wealth it was a commitment that the wolves had to hold up as well. He stiffened as their skin touched briefly. Her skin was hot, all lycans ran at a hotter temperature than humans... It was soft too, not unpleasant but she wasn't nearly trusted enough for skin privileges. Pack bonds might reduce their wariness for each other but touching... The little things that pack mates did to reassure themselves, rubbing, licking - They weren't nearly on good enough terms for that. It almost hurt but his pack would grow strong bonds one day. This was merely the beginning. Sam looked up from his silence to Sable who had donned the t-shirt and grinned briefly. "What were you afraid of ruining? The shirt?" He snorted and turned away again, looking for a thread to pick up the explanation of his plans. He scrubbed one hand through his gold hair. She was asking questions to something she knew very well what the answer was. What did fifteen minutes of silence do to cultivate this new irksome quality? "I've had to get in touch with plenty of contacts to get this done. Believe it or not shipping to South America if expensive. Even better yet the price on custom built silver plated bars." Sameon laughed appreciatively of the pain in the ass those were to get made and sent over. Jack Downy was a god among businessmen. "I've had the blue prints for a few months now; there will be a series of cells underground, mostly concrete and silver bars. Up top -" He said leaning towards her to point out a few wooden pegs in the ground to her. Damned how he knew what he was looking at, men seemed to know these things pretty well and Sam was atypical male expecting her to know what he was pointing at regardless. On a side note he was leaning close enough to smell the wild scent of her mingled with his own scent on the shirt she wore. There was something very... Attractive about her lithe body being wrapped up in his old shirt. He didn't say anything though and continued on valiantly, "- Most of the first floor will be the main area, pretty much like a normal house, living area, kitchen, bathroom, laundry. Upstairs will be spare rooms for the pack. I've put in orders for beds, furniture, a crapload of unisex sweats - You know how wolves get, clothing tends to be pretty spartan around us after a while. Of course," He turned to her now, eyes pinned on hers, not the alpha gaze just a man's earnest look that he meet some understanding. "I can't keep the whole pack afloat on my income alone otherwise I'm going to have to return to the mainland to work." He was very good at making that sound as ludicrous as he thought it was. Leaving for the mainland was not an option. "I've also got a shipment of firearms heading over... This is, er, a big favor I've had to pull in. We've got both normal and silver ammunition arriving with the laundry items."

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