[M]y [P]ersonal soldier boy
#1
(Set a few months after last thread; more human-bar fun xD)

Like a foolish coward, she’d been avoiding the place ever since; rationally, she knew the chances of encountering him again were near impossible and that enough time had passed that she should have gotten over things. But she hadn’t and that was the simple, honest truth. Every time she passed the pub, every drink she had and every time that god awful song came on the radio she found herself reminded of him. Initially, she’d tried to think things through in her head; it was a kiss, he was merely winding her up and she shouldn’t let it get to her. Then she’d hit the denial phase of repeatedly telling herself she wasn’t bothered by it in the slightest. Now, she was standing outside the pub doors, forcing herself to go in there and prove that the arse of a soldier wouldn’t be there.

She wrapped a hand around the door handle, her knuckled complained with the movement; red and sore still from when she’d taken her frustration out on a nearby wall. Not one her smartest ideas she had concluded, but at the time it had provided some relief to simply hit something. Pulling the door upon, she stepped inside and approached the bar. To make a stronger point that she was being silly, she’s dressed in camouflage patterned cargo trousers and a loose black t-shirt with foreign writing all over it in various fonts and white lettering. As she reached the bar, she choose the stool she believed she sat on last time and ordered a vodka and coke; noting that the bartender was a different one. See, no idiotic soldier and nothing bad has happened… what the heck was I making a big deal out of?!
#2
Life had been relatively normal, returning home, being smothered by his mother’s kisses and hugs, feeling like she’d never let him go again. His mother had always been his number one fan, always had been there but now he felt rather distant to her. It wasn’t that he didn’t love her anymore, it was just someone else had pulled on his heart string and that infection couldn’t be purged from him. Try as he might whenever he went out in the small town he was from, none of his former lady interests interested him anymore. Not even his ex who had changed her mind upon news of his arrival home.

The ex-marine had grown distant to everything he used to have loved in the small town, his old chevy still ran as well as it used to but, the quiet life wasn’t so appealing anymore. He had turned down the two year extension deal with the marines, deciding civilian life was where he belonged. But jobs where tough to find, with his savings he decided he was going to move.

A few months later found him back In the city he had met that strange lady. Except now he had a well-paying job, his experience as a marine landed him a huge contract being a body guard protecting some well off business man. His spare time had been filled with College class work, to driven to be someone’s lap dog, or a shield for a bullet, but that wasn’t what he wanted. It was all rather well sorted out, nice pad, well-funded bank account, but he wasn’t really happy.

It was one of those nights for him, boredom had set in, loneliness more like it, but he found himself undressing out of his business coat and jacket and into a simple collared shirt and jeans. Body moved on auto pilot, walking the streets and finding himself in front of that bar. Part of him wondered if he’d find her here, but he reasoned he’d never see her again, but he had to at least try.

In his walked, his eyes really not looking around much as he took a seat at the bar, his hair was longer now, he had been growing it back out to its former length. Eyes looked around for a moment, not paying much mind to the occupant beside him before he ordered a drink. Absently his eyes looked across the bar and found a curious looking face at the other side. It couldn’t have been her, instead of instantly moving he just sat there looking across at her, taking a sip of his drink, trying to figure out if he was just dumb and imagining things or if it was worth it to say hello to her.
#3
As usual, the cool drink burned as it went down her throat; she didn’t particularly like the combination of coke and vodka, it was just one of the few drinks she knew the name of and knew that it would get her drunk fast. She ran her eyes over the other customers whom were present this evening, nothing a few familiar faces but not his. A pang of disappointment made itself know, only to be squashed by the following relief; this only confirmed that she’d gotten worked up for no apparent reason. Downing the contents of the glass within her hand, she order a coke on it’s own, not wanting to get too drunk for she had to get up tomorrow for her exciting job as a receptionist. At the thought of work, she suddenly felt glued to the stool and tempted to change her ordered drink, but she knew better than to drink heavily the night before work.

Resting her elbows upon the bars surface, she idly stared at the tv up in the corner of the room, which was tuned into one of the many news channels available these days. The tv itself was muted with subtitles on, but it mattered not; she was happier listening to the music playing in the background and staring at a silent tv than listening to some better-paid-than-her guy talk about a load of depressing stories.

She heard the door open and close and someone occupy the seat near her, but she was consumed with the task of staring at the tv and daydreaming within her mind than she paid the other no attention; to lazy now to turn and face whomever had entered; the soldier guy wasn’t here and that’s, infuriating as it was to admit, all she really had cared about.
#4
She hadn’t seen him, he kept his looks disguised at her for now, not wanting to ruin any surprise if he decided to grow a pair and go talk to her. His hair had grown in along his ears, a far cry from the long locks he used to keep before having them all cut off once joining the marines. He took a few more drinks of his whiskey before standing to walk to the jukebox. It was worth a shot he figured, his hand placed the right amount of coins in, picked the song and he walked away. Hopefully there wasn’t that many in line or else he’d risk discovery before the song came over the loud speakers.

Saluce excused himself back to the restroom, straightening his appearance before he gave a smile as that song came over the speakers. He figured he’d make her sweat a little, judging from the last he had met her she had that fiery personality that he figured would show itself just by the song playing. That is if she cared anymore.

The marine had walked up behind her by the time the verse was almost ending, a gentle pat was given to her should, much like any drunk idiot would do asking for a dance.

“Wanna dance?” his voice spoke.
#5
It was just her imagination; a coincidence that that song was playing. Nothing more than a freaky coincidence. Still, when the bartender came before her, she asked for the vodka to be added to her drink, making the decision to screw work and drink herself into oblivion. Not the most practical way to deal with her bout of paranoia, but it would do the trick … probably. As the music played, a prelude to the lyrics, she felt as if every pair of eyes in the room was staring at her; which was simply ridiculous and an extreme case of her being overly self-conscious. “I’m never gonna live that stupid bloody dance down” she muttered under her breath.

The lyrics came and she knew them word for word, the song long engraved into her memory. A gentle pat upon her shoulder had her twisting in her seat, her mouth poised upon to verbally assault whoever had interrupted her whilst she was in the middle of her little dilemma. Then she finally saw him and simply gaped, open mouthed at him. As the shock began to wear of, she attempted speak, resulting in nothing more than a silent fish impersonation; her mouth opening and closing without saying a word.

Then she groaned and allowed her head to fall into her open palms. “You have got to be kidding me..”
#6
He watched with baited breathe to see how she would react, hoping he’d see a bright smile across her face. Honestly he had had this whole thing worked out in his head since seeing her that he had hoped she would slide into his arms just as easily as the movies portrayed it, but she didn’t. His eyes watched the hidden beauty sink into her hands in a show of sadness. Should he have just left her be?

Saluce bent down, his hand finding a wrist, eyes looking up at her. Trying to figure out anything to say but he couldn’t piece together a sentence worth saying, he just wished it came naturally to him. Something he was missing in this equation to be suddenly there so he could just end this charade and have her in his arms again. His hand gripped her wrist a little tighter as he stood, figuring he had went to all this trouble already.

His grip pulled her hand away and led her off the seat and back out into the little space they had first danced in. The eyes of the bar where all looking at them this time, but the only ones he wanted where hers.

“It’s good to see you again Taylor”
#7
She looked up to him, unsure what to make of this and praying that on the off chance and slight possibility, she’d somehow developed some form of mental disorder that caused hallucination and that he wasn’t really there and this situation really wasn’t happening. But denial could only go so far. Before she had time to figure out how to react and why the heck a small part of her was happy to see him, he’d pulled her from her seat and into that small space. Suddenly, her sense of being watched was no longer stemmed from self-consciousness as she noted several eyes fixed upon her and Saluce. Simply because of the unwanted attention, she let out another groan of complaint before responding. “Still debating whether or not it’s a good thing to see you Saluce”.

Which was the honest truth; she was happy and annoyed at the same time, angry and curious, along with a whole line of contrasting emotions bubbling within her. A sigh passed her lips and she quickly wracked at her mind for answers and solutions. “Well, mind if we sit back at the bar and not make ourselves centre of attention first?” he voice took up a sarcastic note for no real reason as she moved back onto her stool. Ducking her head slightly, cheeks flaming red; she wasn't exactly used to or good at handling being watched by so many strangers and at that moment she wished the ground would open up so she could hide from who staring eyes.
#8
He watched her range of emotions, figuring he was doing better than he had first believed. Everything was going better now it seemed, even as she tried to deflect what was going on around them. He seated himself next to her nodding to her comments before he decided enough was enough. He was tired of beating around the bush with her, he was interested, and very attracted to her. Sitting here in the bar was doing nothing to help his case.

He stood, looking at all the patrons of the bar still staring at him in disbelief. Saluce sneered at them, his stone face looking at each set of eyes looking for anyone big enough to actually say a word and none of them decided it was worth it to test him. Standing there he turned back to her.

“well why don’t we take a walk then, find some place quieter?”
#9
“A walk, hmm” without a seconds thought, she slid of the stool and began to head towards the door trying to keep her head low and not notice other people. It was always the case when she interacted with others; she seemed to draw unnecessary attention, not that having bright red hair did anything to help her blend into her surroundings. Peeking up, she flashed the other a somewhat shy look. “Sounds good to me” and with that she pushed forward and exited the pub. Pausing outside to feel the cool nights breeze and was pleased to see the streets emptier than usual.

She turned when she heard the door open and close behind her, lifting her eyes to look up at the other. “Talk about one heck of a coincidence.” Which was a understatement; just as she chooses to return to that particular bar, he happened to have been there too. “What brings you all the way down here, or was it up for you?” shrugging, she decided it didn’t matter which it was, “Didn’t have you pegged for a local here” she explained, for no apparent reason.
#10
City life was going to be difficult to him, he was different than most everyone, and his time of the month would be in a few days, but he still was at ease. The energy of the coming change was coursing through him even though he could resist the urge for now. What he couldn’t resist was the cute little female in front of him chattering on about nothing at all. He guessed it was her wild nature that drew him to her, but so far hadn’t gotten any signs that she had the gift as well. But it didn’t matter.

He gave her a grin, as he offered his left arm for her to grab so he could lead her. Even if he knew she’d object he didn’t care, he cocked his head to the side for a moment as if to question her coming objection.

“I moved here, nothing left for me in my home time anymore. Here there is work and opportunities Taylor, I’ve been here a month and resisted visiting that bar since then. Because I’ve desperately tried to forget those beautiful eyes of yours burning a place in my head,” a compliment and a joke wrapped in one. He started the walk just as easily as he always did, with a smile, wanting to be near her again, finding her company addictive.
#11
As he offered her his arm, she looked at it in confusion, trying to figure out what it meant and what he wanted, her eyes stared at it as if it was some form of alien limb rather than just an arm. Then, finally making her mind up she began to move closer to him. Reaching out, hesitantly at first then with more confidence, she hooked her arm around his offered one, still confused and somewhat overwhelmed by the situation. When dealing with this particular man, she'd decided things were alot simpler if she just went with the flow of things and allowed herself to be dragged into his pace. Despite how not being in charge and control of the situation unsettled her.

Looking up to him, she listened to him speak, surprisingly curious to know what he had to say. As her eyes fell upon his lips, she was suddenly feeling more self conscious beside him than she had been in the bar. Look anywhere but the lips she mentally instructed herself. When the compliment rolled from those devil-like lips of his, she snorted. "Uh-huh. Sounds like a load of bull to me big-boy. But i suppose there has been an increase in work opportunities as of late"
#12
Saluce gave her an ironic eyebrow raise. Seemed nothing he said was taken seriously with this girl, but in the end it didn’t matter. Her body tended to betray what her mouth spoke, so he just went with it as he always did. Throughout the walk he would pull her closer to him. He wished he could have reached out, exposed a little bit of the animal within to taste her scent but he didn’t dare do such a thing especially with her eyes already judgmental of him.

The marine wasn’t quite sure where they were going to go, he was taking her it seemed in circles and words did no good with her. But for now he couldn’t just be quiet.

“I missed you Taylor, couldn’t get you out of my head,” he said rather bluntly, eyes looking over and down a bit his catch or rather prey, or a hopeful lover, but nothing was for sure with her. Saluce couldn’t really figure out if she liked him as much as he did her, or if she was just playing with him. It confused and irritated him to no end but he’d just have to see it through.

Up ahead a suspicious man stopped in front of them, with a sick little grin twisted on his face. Having no fear of such things Saluce kept moving, except his body language was changing rather quickly, his mouth almost twisted into what could have been a snarl.
#13
Men in general had never really managed to draw her attention before; it wasn’t because she wasn’t attracted to them, for she was more than willing to drink in the sight of a good looking guy like any other girl, but when she was around male figures she respected she had always found herself more in awe and filled with jealous than considering other… possibilities. Her various foster parents had laughed at her lack of interest in relationships as she grew up, telling her that she would grow old all alone and depressed and that she should try to be a ‘pretty’ and ‘normal’ girl to prevent that from happening. When she was lectured regarding that particular topic, she had simply brushed of their words and continued living her life as she wanted to.

Now, her certainty in her choices and beliefs were weakening somewhat; although Saluce had made his opinions rather clear, she couldn’t help but doubt him and nit-pick his actions, looking for error in him, searching for a reason to accuse him of having her on and making a fool of her; no matter how much she tried, she was haunted by those words, secretly believing that she’d spend her life alone. Then again, a life time alone hadn’t bothered her until she’s encountered the soldier. A blush began to creep its way to her cheeks and she looked down intensely at her feet hoping he wouldn’t notice.

Her blush only deepened when he confessed to missing her and such, her mind raced looking for a witty comeback or an escape route from the topic of conversation, but her foolish mind had drifted of to go be happy, leaving her a blushing, silent thing attached to his side. Hmph, I’m no different from those foolish girls in the end… the thought cause her stomach to clench and a sickening feeling filled her. Although she hadn’t spent much time with Saluce, she could see how she behaved differently around him and was scared of the ways in which he was changing her.

So draw into her own internal dilemmas and self debating, she was completely oblivious to the change in her soldiers body language and altogether missed the ‘suspicious man’.
#14
The encounter only lasted a few seconds, but the meaning behind it was clearly understood. He was in foreign territory and those who thought of this place as theirs didn’t care for a new wolf in town. But he bowed to no man or wolf or whatever and his display sufficiently made the stranger think twice about the matter with no back up. But still he decided it was time to get off the streets, so his lady wouldn’t have to see another side of him, at least just yet anyway.

His eyes looked down at her, noticing her blush and the way she was clinging to him. It felt nice even if he knew she was capable of defending herself. It felt right to feel her more submissive in his presence even if there was no reasonable explanation to explain why she suddenly acted in such a way. The marine pulled her closer, about as close as one could get in their current situation, enjoying the feel of her on his side. He only lightly realized she hadn’t said anything for a while, which was unusual as well.

“why don’t we get off these streets, and go back to my place Taylor?” he really wanted to ask her to stay there but even he decided that was way too far out there as far as they were in knowing each other.
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WC:000+ - Her mind is basically these things running at each other with weapons screaming "Arr" like pirates. Don't ask n.n

Again and again, she scolded herself for her behaviour. It was disgusting, revolting, and simply wrong for her to be acting and even feeling the way she did. When he spoke, her heart thudded in her chest and she paid him attention, as she stood beside him she blushed and became child-like and shy; her overly-masculine, self dependent persona locked deep away, leaving her weak and defenceless to the new assault of emotions she had. Her mind was it’s own battle field; her tomboy self all suited in armour trying to fight of an army of hers.. all dressed up in dresses, long hair and makeup. No matter how much her mind screamed to move away from the man beside, no matter how much she wanted to start a fight with him and get the heck away from him, she continued to follow the pace he set, continued to blush and continued to silently enjoy herself. She was a jumble of emotional contradictions and clashing wants.


Saluce asked her a question and her eyes flashed up to his face. Crap, what did he ask? Her eyes narrowed as she realized that at some point she and the mountain of a man had ended up closer together. Her mind declared war on her body once more as both sides began to freak out over the matter of being close to him. “Um, sure” she mumbled, to preoccupied to care what he’d asked.


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WC:000+ -See if table works ><


His eyes glanced up at the moon, the almost full being calling him to raise his head and howl but for now his will power was enough to stop it. Or at least he thought, already he felt the coming change but bottled it away. No way could he change right now, he’d freak her out and ruin any chance he ever had at her heart. His ears twitched at her approval, faintly realizing that they had swiveled in her direction. Crap! No no no, not now, he could feel the swell of pleasurable changes in his body, it must have been because of her, he had let his guard down, too much focusing on her and not enough focusing on keeping the changes at bay.


Saluce could feel the little nub at the base of his spine wiggling to be free, wagging in a sign of his happiness to be around her. Ugh how embarrassing, his demeanor was changing very quickly, his face blushing as he lead her up the steps to his apartment. No no no, he grimaced a bit when she wasn’t looking forcing the changes to stop, knowing for now that what damage had taken place he wouldn’t be able to reverse until the morning. Maybe get some alcohol in her, hopefully she wouldn’t notice. He traced his tongue across his teeth finding his already enlarged canines showing and he sighed inwardly.


The armed service had taught him had to control his changes under every circumstance, had taught him how to in extreme cases be able to keep from shifting even during a full more, or to change during a new moon. He had been taught how to master the change, before it had been a curse, he now looked at it as a gift, but they had never taught him how to master the changes when he was horny and near a lady he really liked.


He opened the door to his apartment and let her in and he then excused himself for a moment.


“I’ll be right back, need to use the restroom,” it was the only excuse he had to go look in a mirror and try to figure out how bad the damage was. He grimaced in front of the mirror, relieving himself quickly, taking stock of his changes down below, before finding his stunted growth tail wanting to flow out behind him. His face looked much the same, except he could see the feral yellow in his eyes, and his ears where already pointed. What was worse was he found himself unable to revert back to human.


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WC:000+ - He wants her drunk and so she willing complies all on her own xD

As her mind cleared, she found herself outside some building. Panic struck her as she tried to understand what had happened whilst she’d been otherwise distracted. With no idea as to where she was, she clung to what she did know and that was Saluce. Blindly following the males lead she entered an apartment of sorts, green eyes remaining fixed upon her companion who seemed all to familiar and at home within the building… then the light bulb turned on and she realized what she’d agreed to earlier; her newly found sense of calm crashing in on itself and her mind going into overdrive again as she tried to think of a way to back out of the situation without making a fool of herself.


Watching as the other excused himself, she moved into his lounge and noted a large, suspiciously alcoholic looking bottle of drink. Raising the bottle to her mouth, she popped the lid of with her teeth; a trick she’d learned during her teen years and downed the contents, feeling the typical alcoholic burn that came with all strong drinks. Her senses now dull, she suddenly found the situation much more rational and couldn’t understand what she’d been freaking out over all this time. Placing the now empty bottle on the small table to the side of the sofa, she collapsed down into it’s plush depths and began gaping at the room around her, rather impressed by the solder’s home.


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#18
Okay okay okay, what In the hell was he going to do. Sure werewolves weren’t too uncommon in this day and age, and yeah he was supposed to keep it a secret, and yeah he’d run the risk of spreading the curse, gift whatever to her even if it was extremely rare if things went that far. He groaned as his body betrayed him another time, head arching toward the ceiling in a silent howl, his tail bursting forth behind him, swishing idly on it’s own. Why oh why did he have to do this so close to the full moon, and why did she have this effect on him, of all the women he had ever met not a one had caused such a reaction with him.

Finally he sighed heavily, as he leaned over the vanity, looking at himself in disgust, he’d ruin it he knew it, his ears had moved up toward the top of his head, and where unmistakably that of a wolfs. A whimper escaped him and he cut it off quickly. If this kept up he’d transform tonight, no he’d have to get her out of here somehow.

Saluce finally opened the door to the bathroom, his jeans back up but with a cut out in the back now for the swishing tail behind him. Another pair of jeans ruined for casual use but that was the least of his worries. His nose smelled the alcohol before he saw the empty container, and his nose smelled her, for the first time drinking in her feminine scent. God he was smitten whether he liked it or not, but he couldn’t dwell on it.

“Um Taylor, I didn’t really want to show you this right now but seems I have no choice,” there was no way around it, she’d see the changes and she’d run from his home screaming like a lunatic and never to be heard from again.

“I’m a werewolf”
#19
She sunk into the sofa’s cushioned depths, the soft, worn leather enveloping her. Swaying a little, she continued to run her eyes over the soldiers living quarters, moving them around the room until the fell upon said soldier as he emerged from wherever he had left to go to. His mouth opened and closed as if he was speaking and she found herself having to focus so that she could hear the words that were being said, only to regret having heard them. A small throb made itself known within her chest and she suddenly felt like crying as the knowledge that the soldier was only playing with her hit her hard. Again and again she’d told herself he was only having her on and that she should leave, but she’d followed him; admittedly not consciously, but she’d stuck around and had gotten her hopes up somewhat if she was to be honest, only to have them crushed by some strangers idea of a joke.

Jumping to her feet, she had to hold onto the sofa’s arm and steady herself as a dizzy spell hit her. Looking at the male now with new found disgust; she began to slowly sober up and noticed a rather distinctive pair of ears… fangs and a tail. Her mouth fell open in a silent display of shock and her eyes shot to the bottle of drink as she questioned whether she’d drunk something funny. But her mind was suddenly crystal clear and her senses sharp so there was no denying what she was seeing.

Frowning now, she ran a hand though short red hair, turned away from and paced to steps before she turned back and paced towards him. Raising a hand, she waved a finger at him. “One minute, currently deciding whether to kill you for trying a sick joke or.. iunno” and with that she continued to pace back and forth, her mind on complete and utter shut down. The few rational parts of her mind told her that a werewolf was impossible; what she was an elaborate costume.

Approaching the soldier, she cautiously moved closer and closer, eyeing him as if he may laugh in her face for having taken the joke seriously or suddenly try and kill her. Hesitantly, she raised a hand to his ear and tugged. A quick succession of backwards steps created space between him and her once more and all she could simply do was she her head in denial. “No… way”.
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WC:aww poor wolf boy needs his ears scratched





Eyes watched his object of attraction, focusing in on her reaction as his tail hung behind him still, unmoving. He was expecting a loud scream, a punch and hearing her footsteps running down the steps, probably still screaming bloody murder. Interestingly enough the last human who had found this out had done just that, she had ran screaming bloody murder until he had found her and tried to explain that he wasn't like the werewolves in the movies. In the end she moved away from town and never really spoke to him again. So it was with a bit of apprehension he observed her and her reaction. When she backed off he had assumed the screaming was about to start but it never came. Only a wag of a finger and a curious look at him.



His ears folded back against his head in a wolfish manner as her hand approached them, it wasn't an aggressive, more submissive, and he inwardly cringed as he felt her hand slowly run over the furred appendages that sat high atop his head. A slow tug evoked a small whine of irritation and pain, those ears weren’t pull toys!



And then her form retreated again as the shock of what she had felt overwhelmed her. He wanted to reach out no matter what she said and wrap his arms around her and nuzzle her but he just stood there looking embarrassed, the redness spreading across his face as evidence of such. Slowly though his tail twitched behind him in some semblance of wagging at her, hoping her head was allowing her to slowly start to accept this. After all he had just met her again and would have loved to got to know her so much better before springing this on her.




“I'm... Sorry, it's just so close to the full moon, and with you near me I couldn't keep my concentration on resisting the change,” his eyes darted around the room before returning back to her, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. God he needed a drink, he suddenly moved with a purpose grabbing that bottle she had eyed earlier, his back turned to her, tail swishing behind him, he screwed off the top and started to just inhale the liquor. Probably wouldn't help his transformation, but who cared now.

Image courtesy of Frau Böb@Flickr; table by the Mentors!

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