captainryan: (Wolf Torso)
captainryan ([personal profile] captainryan) wrote2007-04-09 10:32 pm
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Scotland. That's what the landscape looks like. If you could smell it, though, you'd know it isn't. There's a petrol-prey smell that sticks to it, just like the woods outside of Milliway's. It's the only territory the werewolf knows. The waning moon in the sky casts the foliage in an almost silver light. An overgrown path nearby practically glows, disappearing deeper into the woods. The black werewolf, Ryan, shakes himself off and  sticks his head into the wind, feeling it through his fur.

Rachel's nearby. He gives her a cautious sniff, rumbling a bit at the back of his throat. He stands up to his full height and the sound goes from a rumble to a full blown growl. It's a warning. This place is mine, he tells her, showing his teeth.
futures_of_ash: (Hound Marks)

[personal profile] futures_of_ash 2007-04-10 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
She smelled of many things, this intruder. Of blood and pain, of smoke and flame, and then of ash and strength...but she paid no heed to the growl. She just straightened from where she'd been leaning against a tree and met his gaze. She was no werewolf, and he was a great deal taller than her, but that didn't seem to bother her in the least.

She just rumbled a gentle greeting and waited, not moving into his territory. Not yet.