dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 7, 2011 14:16:50 GMT -5
"Not usually. That's why I find you so interesting."
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Post by softballgal on Mar 7, 2011 14:18:27 GMT -5
"Because I can't remember a dantg thing?" I asked, knuckles truning white as they gripped the steering wheel.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 7, 2011 14:20:02 GMT -5
"No. Because you can, or at the very least fragments of a memory."
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Post by softballgal on Mar 7, 2011 14:23:11 GMT -5
"Only in my nightmares" I smile sadly."
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 8, 2011 10:22:42 GMT -5
"Still, I've never met a werewolf that can remember any of what happened during the night. Besides, your wolf form is the embodiment of your nightmares, isn't it?"
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Post by softballgal on Mar 8, 2011 14:13:19 GMT -5
"Yeah." I said, gripping the steering wheel, denting it under my fingers.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 8, 2011 14:21:55 GMT -5
"Sorry. I've never run across anything like you. I've run into and killed normal werewolves, but you're far left field from that."
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Post by softballgal on Mar 8, 2011 14:25:06 GMT -5
"You should just kill me too." i said, turning into a motel's parking lot.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 9, 2011 10:31:53 GMT -5
"Not until I find a reason for this. I do NOT kill without cause."
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Post by softballgal on Mar 9, 2011 16:52:00 GMT -5
"Well then let's hope that doesn't happen." I said, getting out of the car and going to the lobby to get a room for the night.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 11, 2011 14:02:32 GMT -5
"We can always hope." I looked at Ash. He was drastically different from any werewolf I'd ever met. Something is his very nature was different and I didn't know what that was a portent of. I checked myself into the motel, getting a very odd look from the man at the front desk, who probably thought I was running away."
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Post by softballgal on Mar 11, 2011 14:10:18 GMT -5
"Ok, well, tonight is the last night of the full moon, so I'm going to head off. I'll be backn around the afternoon." I said, grabbing the bag full of chains and heading out the door.
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dreamwriter
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 11, 2011 14:19:44 GMT -5
Abandoned! And by the werewolf I was supposed to watch! What if something happened while he was out there? I could leave because the desk clerk was already suspicious of Ash and I! He thought I was being kidnapped, or running away with some deadbeat. What fools inhabit this life.
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Post by softballgal on Mar 11, 2011 14:23:47 GMT -5
I get to the most hidden place in the small woods close by the hotel and tied myself up, waiting for the moon yet again.
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Post by dreamwriter on Mar 12, 2011 0:34:36 GMT -5
The morning was gray, as it always is. But the gray mist of the morning, before the sun deemed us worthy to reveal his face to, that was where the most magic accumulated, not the "witching hour" as so many naive fools superstitiously believe. I escaped the night clerk and entered the mist world of the pre-dawn. There was such melancholy beauty in dullness of it as it invaded my senses. I always saw more than other people. Before the witch adopted me, I'd always called the ethereal images spirits until I learned that they were actually strands of magic entwining themselves with my soul. Then I learned control and the way of the warrior. Then I became the hunter of werewolves. I prefered the simplicity of the life I used to enjoy.
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