Chasing tail // Hallie

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

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[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/curran6.png); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #5a71c4;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #5a71c4; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: # 5a71c4; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #5a71c4;] Curran lay on his back in the grass, his arms folded behind his head, and took a moment to forget everything, including the constantly raging battle that was going on his head and body, and concentrated instead on the soft breathing of the body that laid in the grass next to him, leaving her scar in the grass with his, a scar that would soon be erased from existence once they moved, like they had never been there before. Grass, if nothing else, was resilient and stubborn, bending at the will of your feet, your paws, only to spring back the moment you had left as If your presence was little more than an annoying fly on the face of its day. Sometimes, Curran found himself envying the grass and its resilience. It that could so easily do what his body refused, it who won the battles it fought with the trespassers on it surface. Curran could not beat his own trespassers, the battles that warred within his psyche and his physiology were no longer being won by what remained of him. He was losing. And no one seemed to notice… just as he could tell no one that something was wrong with him. Part of the disease, part of the poison that and spell his sister had cast upon him, he was forced to tell everyone that this was simply who he was now. Slowly, Curran was beginning to realise that one day he might wake up in his fur, and not be able to shift back anymore. But the most terrifying part of that, was that he wasn’t s sure he even minded anymore. But perhaps that was the effects of the poison talking as it slowly destroyed what made him, him. Moving a little, he reached down and took the hand of the woman who lay next to him, playing his fingers across her palm, and his mind settled back into peace, void of the battle and war for now at least, he found comfort in her touch and her scent, focusing on that rather than everything else that made the man’s senses tingle and prick. After a moment he turned, and pressed his face into her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, selfishly. The last few weeks had been… hard. His pack had chosen now to push his authority, pick on each other, roam in the streets in fur instead of sticking to the safety of their territory. How many times this week alone had he been called to the station to pick up one in particular who had been found naked on the street yet again? He needed today. He needed the peace of the sunshine and the gentle breeze. And he needed the grounding of Hallie, his mate, to keepi him from going insane.[/style]

[Hallie Raye Moseley]

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WHAT DO I DO WHEN WE ARE SO IN LOVE? IF I JUST SAVED YOU, IF I JUST SAVED YOU, THEN YOU COULD SAVE ME TOO. IF I JUST SAVE YOU, THEN YOU COULD SAVE ME TOO. NO-ONE DOES IT BETTER.[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #F5F3F3; padding: 17px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-radius: 30px;]Hallie lay upon her side, propped up on an elbow, her head tilted directly toward the sun. Its light warmed her soft, tan skin, and while her sensitive eyes were closed against its blinding glare, she could still sense its radiant brilliance all about her. It was as if the whole forest reacted in the summer's glow – birds chirped slow, lilting tunes, and a gentle breeze stirred blades of grass, the soft sounds made by said movement echoed by the quiet whispering of leaves. White clouds rolled listlessly across the sky, and water ran at what could have been a near glacial pace, trickling over rocks and meandering between old willows, so twisted and withered their very bark seemed to have a life of it's own. Everything was calm, near still, revelling in the perfection of peace – as too was her mate. He lay just off to her side, flat on his back, breathing softly. Were it not for the occasional movement, the odd crack of the eye, she could have assumed he was lost deep in sleep – but for the fact he was never so peaceful when he slumbered. His chest rose and fell gently, his nose occasionally wrinkling, twitching as if it had caught some scent or another – only to fall back into stillness when he decided he was uninterested. It warmed her heart to know he was so – relaxed. It was rare for him to be so – troubles of recent events constantly playing on his mind. Awake, he would worry obviously, but attempt to divert her and other's attention from his fears. Asleep, he would dream, and terrors would grip him, causing him to toss and turn, growl and yelp at seemingly nothing. Hallie knew but a part of what her Curran felt, only a part of what plagued him. There were things he would not tell her, could not tell her, and that she could not understand even if he had. But that did not stop her aiding him where she could. During the day, when he seemed low, she would try and make him laugh, try and show him affection, try and show him he was not alone. During the night, when nightmares ran amok in his mind, she would hold him close, stroke his hair, nuzzle his face and skin and kiss him gently until he was afraid no more. And while she had never believed she could care so much for one being, care for someone as though they were her own family again, he had proved her wrong Yet despite all of that, there were times that she knew she could do nothing. There were times his thoughts were too much for even her to overcome – and thus she was thankful for days that allowed him rest, that allowed him calm – that kept him sane. She was thankful for days that just allowed her to be with him, and he with her – where they could concentrate solely on each other – not the past, the future, or anyone else. Just. Each. Other. A soft stroke across her palm brought her out of her thoughts, taking her concentration away from the flora and fauna about her, and redirecting it to him. Dropping her head and opening her eyes, looking across at him, she took a deep breath, taking in his scent, causing her heart to skip a beat. She noted he had her hand in his, brushing across it with his thumb, and she squeezed it gently – liking the feel of his slightly calloused skin against hers. Tilting her head further down to him, she listened out for his heartbeat for a moment – that familiar thump in his chest that she nestled against each time he held her - causing her to smile warmly upon hearing it, lips turning up at the corners. “Well hey there..” she began, her voice no more than a whisper, squeezing his hand for a second time. However, her sentence was never finished, as quite suddenly, the male sat forward, burying his face in her neck, snuffling gently at her skin. Taken a little by surprise by the suddenness of his action, a little squeak left her lips, although it was followed by a short peal lilting giggles. Raising her free hand to his hair, she ran her fingers through it as he snuffled at her, dropping her nose into his locks to breathe him in, taking as much comfort from his scent as he did from hers. Nuzzling gently against him, she took a number of deep breaths, before pulling away a little, kissing his temple softly, still stroking at his hair and keeping a hold of his hand. Her heart raced, as it always did when he was that close to her, and she bit her lip in just the knowledge that she, her very being, was that important to another. “Oh...” she paused to kiss his temple and giggle softly, “you've stopped pretending to be asleep now, huh?” [/style]

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[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

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[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/curran6.png); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #5a71c4;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #5a71c4; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: # 5a71c4; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #5a71c4;] ”I was never pretending to be asleep” Currans voice was nothing more than soft murmur, a vibration against her skin as he spoke, the words tailing off into a wide mouthed yawn, letting out a little puff of air against her neck before he inhaled again, taking one more, one last selfish gulp of her smell that was so much like everything he loved of being a wolf – it was fresh grass and the smell of a storm, the electricity of a night when the lightening made the tree boughs cracks with the force. Nature was amazing, and he felt closer to it than he ever did, but never so far away from what he was, and the family that was being left behind. Finally, after another few moments pressed against her skin, Curran pulled away, reluctantly, and stretched, lifting his arms into the air and yawning against as he looked around, his ears, so sensitive to the world around him, strained to hear anything that mat satiate the hunger that was beginning to prowl around his belly. A year ago, the idea of hunting made Curran queasy, the idea of meat made him want to vomit… but now the idea of ripping into the soft underbelly of a doe was making his mouth water. Lowering his hands, he felt around on the ground for a moment, his sand seeking the familiar weight of his bow, but it didn’t find it. The metal contraption was now stashed in his wardrobe, and it hadn’t seen the light of the day since he had used it to pierce his sisters heart. He no longer hunted with weapons made by man – not when tooth and claw were so much better. Still, the human part of his heart longed for them to be back in his hand, for the familiar weight of a quiver slung on his back. ”Do you want to walk?” He asked, turning to Hallie to distract his thoughts, his go to for distraction, for grounding, to stay rooted in the here and now rather than loosing himself to the past, to the wolf. He sprung lightly, gracefully to his feet in a single fluid movement, and reached his hand down for hers, tugging her up too. [/style]

[Hallie Raye Moseley]

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[atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i417.photobucket.com/albums/pp256/doggydude24/misc/grey-parchment.jpg); border-top: 3px solid #640000; border-bottom: 3px solid #640000; border-radius: 30px;][STYLE=margin-top: 6px; text-align: left; margin-left: 20px; margin-right: 20px; font-size: 27px; font-family: georgia; text-transform: lowercase; color: #640000; letter-spacing: 0px; border-bottom: 3px solid #640000; line-height: 34px; text-shadow: #707070 1px 0px 0px;]IF I JUST SAVED YOU, ❤[/style] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: -19px; border: 3px solid #640000; margin-left: 20px; background-image: url(http://i1126.photobucket.com/albums/l607/nilmarvel/hallierayeicon.png); border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; ][/style] [STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 123px; border: 3px solid #640000; margin-top: -106px; background-image: url(http://i1126.photobucket.com/albums/l607/nilmarvel/hallierayeicon.png); border-bottom-left-radius: 30px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 184px; font-family: arial narrow; margin-right: 20px; margin-top: -95; font-size: 9px; line-height: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #640000;]WHAT DO I DO WHEN I AM SO IN LOVE WITH YOU THAT I FORGOT WHAT I WANTED TO SAY? WHAT DO I DO WHEN WE ARE SO IN LOVE? IF I JUST SAVED YOU, IF I JUST SAVED YOU, THEN YOU COULD SAVE ME TOO. IF I JUST SAVE YOU, THEN YOU COULD SAVE ME TOO. NO-ONE DOES IT BETTER.[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #F5F3F3; padding: 17px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-radius: 30px;]Hallie's slim eyebrows raised a little when her mate spoke, and a little smile caused her cheeks to dimple and lift. His voice, the soft breath and vibration it caused against her skin, caused her to shudder a little, and the grip she had on his hand momentarily tightened. She couldn't help but bite her lip, sniffing the air a little as she let him gulp at her scent – sneakily taking in his own in return. In truth, she her needed his just as much as he needed hers – reminding her that she belonged, that she was needed by something, someone, and that she wasn't alone. It reminded her that she'd found what she always wanted, a mate, someone to love her as she loved them, someone who'd care for her and be cared for, the embodiment of everything she'd lost in one person. She was unsure how long he was sat there, with his nose buried in the crook of her neck, but it seemed like forever, and not quite long enough. Then, what was not quite long enough when in her heart of hearts she knew she'd be his for a lifetime, for as long as he needed her. Grinning at the thought, giving his temple one last peck, as if she was she was thanking him for some unspoken promise, for him being everything she'd needed, she leaned back, eyeing him carefully as he broke their held hands to stretch. For a moment, it seemed as though he was confused about something, or rather had something on his mind. She wasn't quite sure what it was, but she knew better than to ask. If he wanted to talk to her about it, he would. Until then, she would do as she always did, be there for him physically, mentally, spiritually – devote herself to him entirely in order to help him in anyway she could. Besides, she didn't want to ruin what had been a perfect day by dredging up things he didn't want to speak about, and thus she just watched, worrying at her lip a little with her teeth. Whatever it was that confounded him seemed to pass soon enough. After but a moment of him patting the grass, he moved to look back at her, asking if she wanted to walk. Barely waiting for an answer, he sprung to his feet, reaching his hand down for hers once again. Smiling up at him, she gripped tightly to the proffered appendage, and he pulled. Weighing almost nothing, it took little strength to tug her to her feet, and being naturally powerful, Curran's exuberant pull lifted her off the ground entirely, but being as graceful, if not more-so than him, she arched her back a little, pushed her feet toward the floor, and landed neatly on the balls of her feet. Raising her brows again, she winked, and shrugged. “I guess I don't have much of a choice now I'm up.” And with that, she stepped towards him, kissing his lips gently, and then grinned, still clinging to his hand. Lifting her free hand, she gently rested her forefinger against his belly. “And let me get this straight you, the ever alert pack alpha, our fearless leader, was actually sleeping, not pretending to sleep, with his tummy exposed in the wild?” With that, Hallie leant forward, pushing her finger a bit harder into his belly. “What if I'd been hired as a lethal assassin? What if Seth had paid me off to kill you quick? I could totally have got you then – your neck was totally exposed, and you'd have, in your sleep, just thought I was kissing it. When actually...” she grinned and took her turn to lean into the crook of his neck, gnashing her teeth a little, hovering her face over his skin and pretending to savage him like she would her prey, doing her best not to giggle. Continuing for a few moments, she pulled away when she believed him to be suitably savaged, and winked up at him, unable to stop herself snickering a little. The look on his face was heart-warming, but then, it always was. [/style]

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[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

[atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign, top][atrb=style,background-color: 5a71c4;][atrb=width,100,true] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: 120px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]TAGGED:: HALLIE[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]WORDS:: ENOUGH[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]MUSE::[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]NOTES::DA DAAA[/style] [STYLE=background-color: C3C3C3; width: 114px; padding: 5px; color: 312C18; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: -1px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-left: 10px; margin-top: -10px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 30px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 30px;]BY ROTOSCOPE of BTN[/style]

[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/curran6.png); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #5a71c4;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #5a71c4; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: # 5a71c4; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #5a71c4;] Curran found his eyebrows lifting as Hallie prodded him in the stomach, looking between her face and the digit attempting to sink into the young man’s stomach, but failing due to the fact there wasn’t all that much there to actually sink into. There was one good thing at least that came from spending most of every day running laps on a forty acre forest – a very low percentage of body fat. Still Hallies words made him grin, and then snort, the very idea that he would allow himself to be taken advantage of was preposterous. ”Surely the simple fact that I could lay here, asleep, with my belly exposed to the wilds and their teeth shows just how confident a leader I am?” He argued with a smirk, only to grin when she started nomming on his neck, growling playfully deep in his chest. The sound made his entire ribcage vibrate as his eyes flashed blue for a second, the colour they had been before his sister had taken it upon herself to curse him. He winked back at her, and lifted the hand he was still holding to his lips and kisses the back of it with a sly smirk, then used it to pull her into him, and bite the end of her nose gently. With the very front of his teeth, he shook it a little, like a cub might ‘rag’ a small toy, only slower. Letting go, he nodded his head as If the small interaction had somehow proven a point, or solved a small interaction, then started walking, wrapping his arm around Hallies shoulders. ”It’s so nice today. “ he commented after a few moments of walking, never glancing form the path his eyes, and nose, were picking out in front of them. He was following a flower, to see how far into the forest it led, a pleasurable pastime, but with very little functional use. He had done it when he had first found his paws as a cub… when he was still amused by his tail. We should definitely do this more often. “ [/style]

[Hallie Raye Moseley]

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WHAT DO I DO WHEN WE ARE SO IN LOVE? IF I JUST SAVED YOU, IF I JUST SAVED YOU, THEN YOU COULD SAVE ME TOO. IF I JUST SAVE YOU, THEN YOU COULD SAVE ME TOO. NO-ONE DOES IT BETTER.[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #F5F3F3; padding: 17px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-radius: 30px;]As Curran raised Hallie's hand to his mouth, she let out another soft giggle, ducking into a fake curtsey, dropping her head a little, letting some of her long locks fall over her face, momentarily hiding her features from him. “Of course great, confident, powerful leader.” She remained stood with her head bowed for a few seconds, before flicking it back up, eyes meeting his, hair fanning out around them for a moment before finally resting back against her shoulders. “It's impossible that you would ever make a mistake. Everything is cautiously planned out” She didn't need to wear the smirk on her lips quite as she did – her tone of voice made it obvious that she was being sarcastic. A wink just furthered the allusion, and she bit her lip – waiting for some kind of retort. It came not in the form of words – but in a quick tug. Falling into him with a squeak, Hallie tilted hear head up toward him – trying to eye him in order to see his intentions, and found herself with his mouth latched to her nose. Giggling a little, corners of her mouth pulled up into a smile, she narrowed her eyes as he shook his head from side to side, ragging at the tip of her buttonesque feature. Putting her hands on his hips, she raised her eyebrows – took a deep breath through her mouth – and then closed her eyes. “Are you savaging me again to teach me my place and prove your point?” She let out a little snorted giggle as he pulled away and nodded, and fell into step beside him as he began walking, pressing herself against him as she felt the familiar weight of his arm wrap around her shoulders. Moments later, she snaked one of her own arms around his waist, latching herself to him. Walking like that, wrapped up in him, she felt the safest that she ever had – and thus only held to him tighter. Unlike Curran, who sniffed the air and followed a scent, Hallie was happy just to walk along next to him in a daze. She let him guide her, showing her implicit trust in everything he did and every move he made. He was quite literally the wind in her sails, the feet that moved her and the hands that steered her, and she was more than happy to let it be that way. As he spoke, she glanced up at him, smiling sweetly. She watched his nose twitch as it found different scents, and followed his eyes as they moved side to side. She had realized weeks before that she could just watch him for hours on end, especially when he was in his element. In the wild – hunting, tracking – there was a wild beauty to near every action – even in just sniffing the air or watching for signs of life. It made him seem alert, ready, protective – and more strangely, highlighted his humanity. These things done by a wolf – they wouldn't be out of place. But done by a human who was merely walking in the woods with his girlfriend – arm around her shoulder – it seemed almost odd, out of place – and showed the divide between animal and man. That was what Hallie had fallen in love with – the strong, defensive, protective, bestial nature of her pack's alpha, but also the warmer, caring, loving nature of the man that sometimes got lost in the wild spirit within him. “We should do it more often,” her voice was soft, almost a purr, as if she didn't want to disturb the peace of the forest about them. “It's nice...just to get away for a bit. To spend time with you without...the pack...or chores...or the demands of life.” She spoke nothing but the truth – it relaxed her when her and her lover had time alone, away from the pressures that life normally weighed on the pair. “I mean, lets face it...” A little grin crept over her face, and she wiggled her brows a little, “How much easier is life when you don't have Seth constantly blabbering in your ear? Oh....and calling you ridiculous nicknames – and trying to convince you to do – and I quote – 'abrobics'?” [/style]

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[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

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[STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; border: 5px solid #C3C3C3; float: left; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: -65px; background-image: url(http://i993.photobucket.com/albums/af58/lunakids/curran6.png); -moz-border-radius: 60px;] [/style][STYLE=text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 9pt; color: #C3C3C3; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: 33px;]you're in a place for fear[/style][atrb=style,background-color:C3C3C3; border-bottom: 6px solid #5a71c4;][atrb=width,456,true][STYLE=line-height: 17px; border-bottom: 2px solid #5a71c4; padding-right: 4px; font-family: georgia; font-weight:bolder; text-style:italic; font-size: 19pt; color: # 5a71c4; text-align: center; letter-spacing: -2px; margin-bottom: -16px; text-shadow: #efefef -1px -1px 0px; margin-right: 5px;]Lips are for biting here[/style][STYLE=margin-top: -7px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 9px; margin: 10px; padding: 7px; text-align: justify; color: #312C18;border-bottom: 2px solid #5a71c4;] Even though he knew she was being sarcastic, Curran found himself smiling at her comments. Fearless Leader – he liked that. He tried his best to do what was right, to do what was right by everyone that fell under his jurisdiction… and sometimes that meant doing things he wasn’t always so crazy about. Like when there was a frog in the kitchen last week; he was more than happy to be classed as fearless. ”You know it – though as far as mistakes go? Even I’m not that big headed, things can always go wrong. “ ”But, hopefully not today. I mean, it’s just been so perfect already…. I want it to stay that way.“ He grinned, and squeezed her side gently, clambering over a log and lifting her over. He didn’t have too, he knew she could navigate as lithely as he, but he wanted too. He liked to help, he liked to hold… he looked to walk with her and enjoy her company. For the moment though, he was following his nose, taking them deeper into the woods. ”Of course i was savaging you to prove a point… why else would I savage you? Wierdo “ He smirked, and leaned in to gently kiss her temple, before turning back to the forest. Curran knew roughly where they were headed, he’d run these woods so often he knew their lay out as well as he knew the back of his hand – but even he wasn’t cocky enough to believe that he knew exactly where they were going. These woods were wild, and grew how they wished without any outside interference. Just because something was the way it was last spring, does not mean it would be the same, or even be there, the next. This time however, as the trees opened a little into a pocket of sunshine and violet flowers, he had been right in his assumption. He didn’t come here often, despite this little glade being one of the better parts of the wood to catch sight of deer, and for a moment Curran paused, looking around. This glade had been his sisters favourite place once, and they had often come here as cubs to play. Huffing gently, he pushed the thoughts from his mind, and tugged gently on Hallies shirt as they started moving again, taking her hand and giving her a little twirl, lifting some of the looser flowers into the air with the motion, and startling a few butterflies into flying away. ” It Is nice…. And you’re right. Not having seth here to moan or poke fun… its certainly quieter. But do you not think it’s weird not having him in the house?“ Yes, seth could be annoying, but he was starting to miss the big lummox now that he spent most of his time away from the main pack house with Tiff…. Now there was a story and a half. [/style]

[Hallie Raye Moseley]

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WHAT DO I DO WHEN WE ARE SO IN LOVE? IF I JUST SAVED YOU, IF I JUST SAVED YOU, THEN YOU COULD SAVE ME TOO. IF I JUST SAVE YOU, THEN YOU COULD SAVE ME TOO. NO-ONE DOES IT BETTER.[/style] [STYLE=background-color: #F5F3F3; padding: 17px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: #2D2014; text-align: justify; margin-right: 20px; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: 3px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-radius: 30px;]Hallie let out a short huff of breath, smirking a little as he smiled. She saw a hint of pride flash in his eyes – tempered of course – but still there. She was very aware that he knew her comment had been sarcastic – just as he was aware that her comment, however mocking, held hints of the truth. To her, Curran was fearless. He was also strong, loving, kind, protective – everything she believed an alpha should be. He was, to put it simply, perfect – only more so because he was hers, and she was his. There were times she liked to pretend he wasn't, pretend that he wasn't her everything, pretend that she didn't idolize him and worship the ground she worked on – but she was sure he could see straight through her façade. She had never been the hardest person to read, especially when she spent near every waking moment at her mate's side. “Of course not sweetie. The door frames just shrink when you approach.” She glanced up out him out the corner of her eye, her smirk still playing on her lips. She knew he was right – Curran was a meticulous planner – of near everything he did. He may not seem to be, or indeed act in a way that would suggest said trait – but mentally he seemed to always know what he was doing. Yet even he acted on impulse, made mistakes, made the odd poor choice – it was human nature – and more – within a wolfs nature. The continuation of his sentence turned her smirk into a grin. The fact he had believed the day – that specific one or indeed any other – to be perfect, when spent in her company, raised her spirits. There was something warming about the love of your life telling you that time together was precious. There were times, albeit few, that Hallie questioned if her thoughts on something were actually echoed by her mate. He would say it if she did – almost in complacent response – but his demeanour would suggest his mind was elsewhere – or that he disagreed with her entirely. Thus, when he was the one to put forth his opinion first – that was when she knew he really felt what it was he said – really knew that he felt what it was she did. And there was no better feeling in the world. Despite letting out a squeak as he lifted her into his arms, carrying her over a fallen log, she grinned and allowed him to move her without a struggle. Hallie knew she'd be on her feet moments later – and true to form he laid her gently back down. He rarely carried her in the wild – no doubt because both could need to change at a moments notice, and being in each others arms would make such a transformation quite bothersome. When in human settlements, or in their den, however, things were quite the opposite. He liked her sat on him, liked her in his arms, liked to lift her near everywhere she went – especially when utilising stairs just before bed....That remained perhaps her favourite lift. She could only roll her eyes when he called her a weirdo, leaning into his body a little as he kissed her temple, shunting the thoughts of the numerous ways he carried her to bedroom – at differing times of the day and rarely to sleep – from her mind. “Well I've been told I taste nice...” she murmured as he sniffed the air, watching him intently. “Perhaps you were merely trying to see if that was true?” She smirked, nodding, nipping the air a little. It had in fact been him that told her that in the first place. When they began walking again, she followed loyally, trailing at his side. She held his hand, squeezing it from time to time, humming softly as they wandered. She had no idea where she was going, and she didn't need to. She trusted him implicitly – he wouldn't lead her astray. Soon enough the forest opened out and they were met with a small glade, bathed in sunlight, violet flowers covering the ground, and her grip on his hand tightened. She squeezed it as hard as she could, her eyes widening, and a little gasp left her lips. The sight before them was beautiful – and it stood to make their perfect day only more so. The next thing she knew she was being spun, and she leant her body into the twirl – much like a dancer would – giggling a little as petals and butterflies rose up around her, caught in the gentle current created by her dress. “It is weird,” she admitted, nodding, still spinning under his hand, “And surprisingly...I miss him.” There was something very missable about Seth – the loud and often obnoxious friend of her mate's who had been, on her acceptance into the pack, near the only wolf that stood by her. While he had a number of remarkably annoying and irritating qualities – he was also one of the sweetest and kindest people one could ever meet. He truly cared – about nearly everyone – and was more protective over his friends than even Curran was. The blonde wolf had stood against a number of his pack sisters in her defence – near the only person who ever had. It was not something she'd forget – even if she didn't necessarily agree with his most recent life choices. “Do you know if he's okay?” She asked the question quietly, her voice a barely audible whisper. Generally she feigned indifference – but deep down she cared. She wanted him to be okay, wanted him to be happy, safe. If anyone was to know his fate – it would be Curran. [/style]

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