#werewolfv

@thuganomxcs asked -

"Hold on...don't move." He spoke with a soft tone, a single hand reached forward, allowing his fingers to gently part her hair, brushing the bangs behind her ear, before he leaned to give her just a gentle kiss upon her lips. "There we go, a little pick-me-up before I get out there."

She froze, like a deer in front of an oncoming car, heart skipping a beat and everything. It was such a simple kiss, but it had her cheeks burning in an instant, leaving her face feeling as though it was on fire. How did he always manage to catch her off-guard with these little actions?

She wasn’t accustomed to being treated softly and smiled shyly as a hand lifted to playfully push at his chest.

Hell yeah I didn't know there was a furry skateboarding game in the 90s. I guess the name confused people.

Part of a separate work for Werewolf-V to make a 3D version of his Wolf Paw V1's!

@wolfskrieger said - “the look on your face says there’s more on your mind.”

“There’s always more on my mind,” she admitted with a mild shrug. “I’m always worrying about something. Second guessing every decision…” and everything else. She was great at stressing herself out.

She was going to have to go outside to get more wood from the pile at the back of the cabin. The very idea made her shiver despite the fact that the cold didn’t affect her as easily anymore.

She wasn’t shivering because of the cold, but because of what lay outside the cabin. She’d come to her uncle’s cabin in the wilds of Washington in order to gain a better understanding of what was happening to her. She was trying desperately to learn to live with the changes that had consumed her, but she was terrified of herself. Terrified of what she’d become. Beyond the walls of the cabin lay a world that had her yearning to run wild, begging for her to hunt with the wild wolves stalking the forest.

She wasn’t a hunter, a killer. She was just a stripper! She didn’t want to be this monster she’d become!

A low whimper escaped her and she glared at the steadily dwindling flames. She couldn’t escape the inevitable and with a heavy sigh let the blanket fall from her shoulders.

Already she was warring against the new and confusing instincts within her as she stepped outside, the wind knocking the hood from her coat back. Snow clung to her hair, but the cold didn’t even come close to touching her. Snow crunching beneath her boots she moved around to the back of the cabin to collect as much firewood as she could carry.

With only a few logs in her grasp, the storm suddenly shifted and the wind died. Snow continued to fall, but it was now a lazy thing. Deciding to take advantage of the lull, Melody made several trips for firewood, but on her last trek outside of the cabin she got distracted.

In the distance a wolf howled and was soon followed by its pack joining the cry. The sound was haunting and beautiful, it pulled at her very soul and a low whine of want escaped her before she could swallow it down.

She felt torn as she stared in the direction of the call, unaware of the danger lurking nearby.

The wind howled outside and Melody pulled the heavy blanket more firmly around her slim shoulders as she hunkered down on the worn couch. A fire crackled in the fireplace as she listened to the storm outside, but the flames were growing weak; she’d need to get more wood. Unfortunately, the petite blonde was still unaccustomed with living in the little cabin. Planning ahead when it came to firewood or supplies hadn’t become routine for her yet.

She was going to have to go outside to get more wood from the pile at the back of the cabin. The very idea made her shiver despite the fact that the cold didn’t affect her as easily anymore.

She wasn’t shivering because of the cold, but because of what lay outside the cabin. She’d come to her uncle’s cabin in the wilds of Montana in order to gain a better understanding of what was happening to her. She was trying desperately to learn to live with the changes that had consumed her, but she was terrified of herself. Terrified of what she’d become. Beyond the walls of the cabin lay a world that had her yearning to run wild, begging for her to hunt with the wild wolves stalking the forest.

She wasn’t a hunter, a killer. She was a healer! She didn’t want to be this monster she’d become!

A low whimper escaped her and she glared at the steadily dwindling flames. She couldn’t escape the inevitable and with a heavy sigh let the blanket fall from her shoulders.

Already she was warring against the new and confusing instincts within her as she stepped outside, the wind knocking the hood from her coat back. Snow clung to her hair, but the cold didn’t even come close to touching her. Snow crunching beneath her boots she moved around to the back of the cabin to collect as much firewood as she could carry.

With only a few logs in her grasp, the storm suddenly shifted and the wind died. Snow continued to fall, but it was now a lazy thing. Deciding to take advantage of the lull, Melody made several trips for firewood, but on her last trek outside of the cabin she got distracted.

In the distance a wolf howled and was soon followed by its pack joining the cry. The sound was haunting and beautiful, it pulled at her very soul and a low whine of want escaped her before she could swallow it down.

She felt torn as she stared in the direction of the call, unaware of the danger lurking nearby.

Shivering, sweat evident on her brow, Melody struggled to sit up from her couch. Someone was banging on her apartment door and it sounded like they were going to break it down. Was it a coworker?

Probably.

She’d left work several days ago after being bitten by a patient. The bite was still tender despite how well it seemed to be healing. She should have been at work, but the fever she was running had her dead on her feet. Luckily, she had plenty of vacation available. She just hoped her fever broke soon or she’d end up being a patient at the hospital.

“I’m coming,” she croaked as loud as she could, struggling to open the door and keep her blanket wrapped around her. Fumbling with the locks, she finally pulled the door open to find an unfamiliar man standing on the other side.

The sun was just beginning to set as Melody pulled the last box from her jeep, closing the door with her hip. The sound seemed to echo around her, bouncing off the trees and drowning out the sounds of the wilderness. She flinched, her grip on the box shifting as she rubbed at one ear; she hated how sensitive her hearing had become.

With a sigh, she stepped into the old cabin her uncle had left her, footsteps kicking up dust. Nose wrinkled in distaste, Melody set the box beside the rest. She had a lot of cleaning to do before she could start unpacking.

~ ~ ~

With all of the windows and doors open to dispel the dust and smell of cleaning products, Melody had finally started unpacking. Music was playing softly on her stereo as she went about emptying all of the boxes labeled “KITCHEN”. As she worked, she sniffled, her sensitive nose irritated from the cleaning products. God, she hated these weird changes that had taken over her life.