Taking Chances [R] [LoveOnHerArms]

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The two wolves clashed with a ferocious roar. White fangs flashed, and the two were a muddled blur of black and white as each tried to keep the other down. The white managed to tear into the shoulder of his opponent, bringing forth a spray of blood and a high pitched squeal of pain. The metallic liquid coated the inside of his mouth, or at least it tasted like it. A burning pain ripped across his underbelly, causing a yelp of his own to erupt from his bloody maw. The humanoid wolf danced back away from his panting opponent on two legs, taking several seconds to assess the damage, and though it wasn't serious, he snarled in fury. Powerful hind legs launched him forward, his shoulder colliding heavily with his opponents chest. He could hear the air leaving as it was forced from the black's lungs. Swinging his head around, he latched his teeth into the throat of the werewolf, forcing him to the ground with a low growl. Despite the fangs nudging closer to the jugular, the black was still thrashing, claws sinking into any part of the white that they could reach. He winced, and increased the force he bit down with, causing the fighting to cease. Just as his opponent started to gasp for air, a feminine voice rang through his ears, delicate but commanding. "Maximus! You stop it, right now!" Closing his eyes in a grimace, Maximus released the black wolf, snarling as it limped off into the forest. He swung around in a tight circle, facing his mother on all fours. Her impatient look said everything. Sighing heavily, Maximus changed back to his human form, and instantly fell to his knees as the pain and dizziness hit him. The scratch on his abdomen burned, and the multitude of other laceration along his body didn't feel so good either. "Ben wouldn't be happy if he knew you were out here killing loners." Maximus resisted the urge to sneer at the name Ben. He was his mother's newest boyfriend, and a complete douche. Ben ran one of the most powerful packs in the area, and Maximus didn't get along with any of those wolves either. 
"Ben is never happy." Max pointed out, spitting out a bit of blood. The fire that lit in his mother's eyes made him regret that comment. "Ben has been nothing but good to us!" She snapped, hands on her hips. For a 5'3 woman who weighed roughly 110 pounds, she was terrifying. "Look, mum, you are not my keeper any more. I love you, but you can't rescue everyone I get into a fight with." Knowing he wasn't going to win this, he shifted, this time to his feral wolf form, and trotted into the forest, leaving his mother gaping. 
The beach was a good place to release tension. Wrestling around in the ocean with a couple of friends was an even better way. They were messing around and growling and laughing and having a good time, ignoring some of the irritated looks that were thrown their way, and the occasional shriek from someone they splashed. The game eventually ended, and they trooped out of the water and reported to their towels, placing themselves in a circle. There wasn't much conversation, but whatever alcohol was in the drinks they were sipping on seemed to make up for that.

[Sorry that was such a long time in the making, and that it isn't very good.]

Jumping out of her truck Charlie looked around a smile forming on her lips, despite being what she was she loved the beach. Grabbing her bag and the chair out of the bed of the truck Charlie walked across the shot distance from the parking lot to the beach, once she got to the sand she pulled off her flip flops shoved them into her bag. Walking across the sand barefooted the easy smile was on her lips emerald green eyes half hidden under the old baseball cap she wore, wavy dark chestnut hair was in a braid going down her back, stray hair framing her face. Waring a plaid yellow and black bikini with cut off shorts, that showed off her curves. Nothing big Charlie liked to think her curves were the perfect size. All three of her tattoos were visible, from the words on her back to the white ink roses on her left shoulder to the tattoo on the inside of her left wrist.

Finding a good spot she set up her chair before sitting down with a soft sigh, looking around she chuckled softly seeing a group of guys rough housing in the water before they all scrambled out of the water back to their spot, not that far away from her own little spot. Chuckling softly again Charlie dug into her bag pulling out her notebook and pencil case, setting the bag next to her chair the girl looked around the beach once more before she started sketching and soaking up the sun. She loved coming to the beach, she could sit in a chair and sketch for hours in the sun. Humming softly to herself Charlie sketched nibbling on her bottom lip head bent in concentration.

It when times like thing she felt young and human. Ok so she was part human but it didn't feel like it, she was still part vampire and that side dominated most of the time, sure she still had a beating heart, was warm and smelled human and could even get sick but that was it.


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