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off through the new day's mist i run. out from the new day's mist i have come. i hunt; therefore i am. harvest the land, taking of the fallen lamb. off through the new day's mist i run. out from the new day's mist i have come. we shift. pulsing with the earth. company we keep. roaming the land while you sleep.

[ricwolfson]

hoodedheart:

“Then we venture out and make camp.” It wouldn’t be even close to the first time she’d slept out in the woods for him. Honestly, there were times she preferred it to sleeping indoors. “It’s not like I won’t be going without protection. I’m trained to fight, and I can surely defend myself against him.” Not that she believed Liam would physically harm her. “It’ll be okay, Ulric. We’ve survived worse.”

“We could go tonight,” he suggested. “Turn it into something nice before the big night.” He’d missed the earth below him, the sounds of the forest. And he missed sharing that with his wife. As she spoke, his expression remained hard. He didn’t like imagining the particular outcome, nor was he fond of admitting to the real threat on the horizon. “It’s not you I’m worried about.” For her sake, or for his humanity’s, it was against his wishes to put an end to the huntsman. Especially to be proved guilty on his most vulnerable night.

[ricwolfson]

hoodedheart:

Scarlet glanced up from the device she’d been studying, his words reminding her of the impending dilemma they faced. “No. But we will have to take certain precautions. With Liam in town, he’ll be searching for any excuse to take you out. Which is exactly why I’m going with you. The wolf recognizes me as your mate, so I won’t be at risk, and I can calm you down if you need it.” Her tone left very little room for argument.

He wasn’t surprised. “I’ll still need to hunt,” he reminded her. “We’re going to have to venture out. Make camp.” There really was no arguing with her. But the wheels didn’t stop turning. His lips purse in thought, and the smile he wore slowly faded. “And if he comes searching for me?” The idea of her being caught in the middle of that sent a chill down his spine.

[ricwolfson]

@hoodedheart

“We’re not going the town-wide alert route, are we?  What with wanting to keep our profile low and all.” The full moon was still a very serious issue, one they took one month at a time, but considering their new situation... and the fact he and the way the moon affected him was still very much an unknown threat to the townsfolk, it was reasonable that they should treat this as delicately as they could manage.

[ricwolfson]

thehuntsmcn:

“I figured as much, but you never know what dogs can remember, and what they can’t.” Liam replied without any real thought. “You hurt people for less.” he countered, knowing his own reasons weren’t entirely holy in the first place. He was a mercenary, a hired gun, but it feed him, and he had his own rules of conduct. “Not at the moment, but I’m always willing to make an exception.”

“I’m surprised you’d compare me to man’s best friend so casually.” But he was done being stacked up against the hunter. Did it matter why they killed?  Did that, at the end of the day, truly weigh their value?  Ric still got the girl -- and neither of them needed that reminder. It was public knowledge. “All bark and no bite. What does stop you?” he couldn’t keep himself from asking. “I have Scar, but you -- you’re not burdened with a love’s promise.” The wolf shrugged idly, humor on his lips. “If it’s the right price, I’m sure it’ll come ‘round.”

[ricwolfson]

justoccuredtome:

Judging by the man’s manner of speech, LeFou was ready to rule out the possibility of the blood being his. Perhaps he was in shock? Or maybe just a little crazy? Surely he was aware of what he looked like to a stranger in that moment.

“Yes, I do have to agree with you on that. ‘Makes coming outside all the more worth it…”

“But… Forgive me, but if you weren’t speaking to me so well, I would’ve thought you’d recently lost your tongue.”

It was in that moment he realized he’d found himself in a situation he didn’t want to be. The stranger, as stock and gullible as he seemed, didn’t ask for this kind of encounter. So the wolf’s expression lost its sharpness -- the tongue-in-cheek humor that poured from his lips. 

“This doesn’t concern you,” he had informed, tone gentler than it seemed possible of a creature covered in coagulating blood. He offered him a sympathetic smile. Sheepish. 

“I'm unharmed -- and you’d do well to ask no further questions.”

[ricwolfson]

fcndhearted:

“Thank you.” Marian takes the hand extended to her, lightly resting hers on her friend’s. “I’ve been great. Happy.” she replies, that soft smile of hers growing into a grin. Her life has taken some turns that Marian wouldn’t have expected.  But all of them, in her mind, have been for the better.  “I think, in part at least, I owe you my gratitude for it.” 

“Owe me?” the wolf exaggerated, but it wasn’t for naught. He couldn’t imagine just what he could’ve done that would’ve had an affect on her life. As the creek came into view, his steps inches from it, he released their joined hands and knelt at the water’s edge -- cupping his hands into its cool banks to start rinsing himself clean. “Do tell.”

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[ricwolfson]

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[ricwolfson]

fcndhearted:

‘Believe me, I do.” Her words are accompanied by something of a light chuckle. “Of course I’ll join you.” She’s been meaning to speak with Ulric anyway; She has so much to say to him, so much she wants to talk about. “Lead the way.”  With half a step, she moves to the side, allowing him more room to show her the right direction. 

“M’lady,” the wolf mused, voice smooth, as his hand extended toward her. He did wonder if this visit would bear any importance. It wasn’t unlike them to spend time together. They only seemed to be missing the beauty that was Scarlet, a familiar company. They began to walk. A short journey, but not yet to the destination. “How are you?”

[ricwolfson]

fcndhearted:

His smile brings one to her own face, that soft one that so often graces her features. “I see,” she replies. “Well, you’re not a wolf right now. So you might want to consider getting cleaned up before everyone starts to think you’re dangerous.” Okay, so maybe he is dangerous. Marian’s not foolish to think Ulric is completely harmless. But she also knows it’s not easy for Scarlet, everyone thinking her husband is a monster. She can’t imagine it’s easy for him to be seen that way either. 

“Count your blessings.” As well as with her warning, the grin remained in his gaze. It wasn’t so much that he didn’t agree with her, but he knew he wouldn’t last long trying to keep appearances here in this new place. Best to get them used to him now, or something along those lines. Restraint was a waste when it came to the beast within. “I stumbled upon a creek a few minutes back. Join me?”

[ricwolfson]

thehuntsmcn:

“I’m not a thing, I’m a human being. You, of course, can’t say the same, but if you haven’t noticed, human beings have never been the kind for peace.” Liam explained flatly, said as more of a fact than anything else. “It’s not like your kind is known for peace either. You wouldn’t be the Big Bad Wolf if you hadn’t done something horrible. The difference between us is, I do it for money, and to technically do some good, you do it just because you’re a bad person Ric.”

“I know what you are.” It was spoken darkly, reminiscent of the others flat tone. The expression he wore spoke of just how much he had noticed. There was no order when it came to humans. There was no place for them. “You kill for the money,” he parroted, as if tasting the words on his tongue. A show. “To put food on the table. Hm.” Something could be said for who Ulric may have targeted, sober or not, but there was a constant in his count. They were consumed. Then his smirk returned, once more running the pad of his thumb over the drying blood on his lips. “Have you come to collect a bounty, huntsman?” Merely a taunt.

[ricwolfson]

hoodedheart:

Even before a vocalized answer was given, her joy would be given away by the wide grin that claimed her lips. “A new home that is one hundred percent ours were we can embrace exactly who we are. I think that’s the best idea I’ve ever heard.” Scarlet met his kiss with fervor, passion seeping into the act as she moved into his touch.

Her joy sparked a fire inside of him. Raging and warm, eager to please. “Consider it done.” A low hum escaped his throat as he let his hand press into the small of her back, then lowering her down onto the bed. He hovered near her -- never breaking their kiss.

[ricwolfson]

hoodedheart:

Scarlet lifted her arms up to ease the removal of her shirt. She brought her hands back down to rest upon his chest, nails lightly grazing over his skin. A hint of what was to come. “That may be true, but I still think it’s your influence. Then again, even as a child, I was still the girl who ran into the woods after a wolf.” A wolf who had quickly stolen her heart, much to her grandmother’s dismay.

“The woods call to you.” That sparked an idea. “Should we move further into the forest?  I could build us a cabin... Extra rooms for the pups.” The thought alone made his chest swell. His attention was still very split, between expressing their love and planning their future, to actually putting some of those plans into motion. His lips did find hers, however, slow and deep as he ran his hand up her chest.

[ricwolfson]

hoodedheart:

“Never complete until we found each other,” she said, expressing the same sentiment in different words. Yes, she’d loved and been engaged to Liam, but it had never been as strong as her love for Ulric. And maybe that was part of her guilt in that regard. “If it’s being provided by you, I don’t think I’d mind a bit of trouble,” she teased, eyes shining with something playful. 

Never was. And he knew that from the start, whether it was a conscious knowledge or not. His fingers danced under the hem of her shirt, rolling the thin fabric gently over her skin, lifting it. “You love all kinds trouble, not just mine.” If it got her heart pumping, if she could show the warrior inside, she was there.

[ricwolfson]

fcndhearted:

Maybe Marian should be more frightened of a man covered in blood lurking at the edge of town. Perhaps, if it were anyone else she would be. Perhaps if it were anyone else, she’d be surprised. She’d rush to offer help. But then, she recognizes Ulric from across the way, and she sees no reason to be afraid, no reason to be surprised - she trusts him. And while Marian doubts he’d even accept any off of help she might make, she still decides to approach the man.

“You know,” she starts as she reaches him, skipping any proper salutation, “it’s probably not the best idea to walk about town caked in blood.” Something she’s sure he knows. “People might get suspicious.” 

He doesn’t greet her with his gaze instantly, but the smile was plain on his face. And as his blue eyes fell on her, they were iced with welcome. “I’m asserting my dominance,” he clarified with a smug grin. “It’s a wolf thing.” 

[ricwolfson]

hoodedheart:

“I will always need you.” It was the only accurate response, and one she felt no shame in admitting. Oh the things his smirk did to her. “There’s no reason not to love it,” she whispered, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “It’s a part of who they’ll be. A part of who you are. That alone gives me every reason to love the wolf inside.”

“We are two halves of our whole.” Exactly what it meant to be a mate. To roam the forest floor as one mind and soul. He laughed against her lips. “There are reasons,” he teased her, “but none great enough.” And she was right. He would love his pups, and he would do everything in his power to teach them of that kind of love. To show them what he had rejected in his early life. “You’re asking for trouble.” 

[ricwolfson]

hoodedheart:

She could hear in his voice the true way he meant it, lips pressing to his for a brief moment. “You’re going to be an amazing father, Ulric. You can give them just as much as I can.” Something she would insist was true even if he argued against it. She let her fingers lightly brush against the wound, wishing, as always, that she could’ve been there to protect him. “My love is fierce only because you inspire it to be so. You light the fire within me every day.” 

“I need you,” was the only argument he had left. “I can teach them control, and to be proud of what they are... despite it all. You will show them how to love it.” Just as she did for him, even if it was one battle at a time in a ravaging war. That brought a smirk to his face. Amusement. “So, you need me too.”