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Fiore. That was the term they used for people like her. Originally a term meant to be derogatory, eventually it became normal when they took it for themselves. That was many years ago though. There weren't a huge number of them, but they weren't rare either. It was always a bit amusing when when she told people though; or they found out. Everyone's reaction was different. Sandy was clearly surprised, but wasn't exactly trying to fight her off. She took that as a good sign. "Never been with a Fiore? Well, this will be an experience to remember then."

Amita suddenly pulled Sandy away from the window and roughly tossed her onto the nearby bed. She slowly moved around the base and to the side, staring down at Sandy, her body moving like a predator stalking its prey. Her hands undid the buttons on her own top, letting it slide down her arms and onto the floor. She followed it with removing her black sports bra, revealing her well toned figures with ample, firm breasts with darker shaded nipples from the rest of her dark colored skin. She lifted her legs up enough to undo the buckles on her boots and slipped out of them. Finally she released the buckle on her pants and pushed them and her underwear down her strong legs.

When she finally stood up again, now wearing nothing but the bandanna over her head, Sandy would be able to see everything; from her toned figure and defined abs, to her firm round breasts, and finally the large, thick cock and set balls that sat between her strong thighs. She put her hand on her hip and gave an almost smug smirk to the Corporal. "What do you think, Corporal? Everything you've heard about?"

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"Hmm... new experiences are why I joined... aaahhhhhh!" The brunette squealed as she was suddenly tossed on to the bed, bouncing across the bed and rolling, her firm, large breasts jiggling against her tight sports bra, the whiteness of the bra contrasting sexily against her tanned skin. As she stopped rolling, she looked over at Lt Amita, her eyes blown with arousal at getting physically tossed onto the bed by the tall, tanned, sexy woman.

Sandy bit her lower lip as the Lieutenant prowled around the bed, moving around to the long side of the bed and slowly began to disrobe. The Corporal shivered in pleasure as the intense, predatory gaze as she used one hand to squeeze her own breast as she slowly slide her own hand into her pants, squeezing her wet mound as she watched as each piece of clothing was removed, exposing more of the tall, tanned Fiore's smooth, toned body. She pinched her nipple and licked her pouty lips as Amita's ample firm breasts came into sight, biting her lower lip as her eyes slide down Amita's toned abs as the Lieutenant removed her boots and then slowly unbuckled her pants. Without taking her eyes off of her stalker, she reached down to remove her own shoes, but leaving the rest of her clothing on, wanting the Amita to remove them, however roughly she wanted.

As soon as Amita's large, thick cock was revealed, the young corporal gasped in shock, she had never encountered a shaft so big, "Aah... oh... goddess... you are bigger than any of my girlfriend's strap-ons." She pulled her eyes away from the hard, thick, menacing shaft, sliding them up Amita's body, drinking in her sexiness. Licking her lips as she paused at the Lieutenant's firm, round breasts and then continued up until she was looking into Amita's eyes. "More... then I have heard, thought those stories were just tall tales." She paused and bite her lip as she took a slow breath and put as much bravado into her voice, "But I can handle anything you throw at me." She reached out with her soft hand out to stroke Amita's thick, long shaft teasingly.

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The look on Sandy's face and the tone in her voice said more than the actual words coming from her mouth. Not that the words didn't mean anything. It was clear Sandy was being honest, if maybe slightly hesitant. She let the woman reach out and touch her shaft, letting her feel the size and girth. She finally took hold of Sandy's wrist and pulled her to her feet, taking hold of her shirt and pushing it down her arms. "Such bravado, Corporal. Are you sure you want to temp fate with those words?" She quickly began to remove each piece of Sandy's clothing, starting with her bra and moving on to her pants and underwear. Sadly, she couldn't really tear them off her. The woman had to wear them again to leave, after all. Maybe next time, if there was a next time, they might be able to go down that route; the heated sound of tearing cloth.

Once the woman was finally naked, Amita took a moment to look her over, eyes tracing every ample curve. Her eyes darkened as her lips parted slightly, tongue slowly running over her lips. "Mmmm... how delicious are you." She took a firm hold of Sandy's jaw between her thumb and index finger, leaning in and placing a firm, deep kiss on her lips. She held it for several long moments before finally breaking it. "You have such wonderful lips." She placed her hand on Sandy's head and pushed her down onto her knees, bringing her up close and personal to Amita's member. "Show me how well you use them."

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Sandy flushed in arousal as she was pulled to her feet and her uniform blouse was removed from her torso, without shredding it. Half of her appreciated that show of respect from Lt Amita, the part that would have to pay the fine for damaging her uniform. The rest of her was slightly disappointed that the tall sexy brunette didn't rip her clothing off. Hopefully there would be a next time, where they would have the option of the brunette stripping her roughly. As her bra was removed and her large, firm breasts were exposed, her nipples hard with arousal as she teasingly pretended to be shy and covered with ineffectively with her hands as her pants slide down her toned legs and pooled around her feet. Flushing as the officer eyes her toned, curvy body hotly, Sandy felt her skin flush with arousal and nervousness.

"I can back up my... words. You can't break me with your big cock," Sandy responded back as she stared down at the huge cock and firm breasts, as she tried to hide her nervousness at handling the girth of the Lieutenant's cock, thinking that might be biting off more than she can handle. When she looked back up, her chin was firmly grabbed as she pursed her lips in time to get kissed deeply. She moaned into the kiss as she sucked on Amita's tongue as it invaded her mouth. She put her hands on the Lieutenant's arms, squeezing the other woman's toned biceps, gasping as the kiss was finally released. "Oh... what do you want me to do, with my lips," Sandy started to kiss only to gasp as a strong, slender hand pressed down on the top of her head and pushed downward. She bite her lip mischievously and a bit of nervousness as she playfully resisted being pushed down. Her eyes flashed with arousal as the hard shaft slide up her body, leaving a trail of pre-cum along her toned abs, pressed into the bottom of her soft, firm breasts before her legs gave out and she dropped the rest of the way to her knees, only for Amita's thick, long shaft bounced free of the obstruction of her bosom to smack into the bottom of her chin and rub over her face as she steadied herself with her hands on the tanned thighs of the lieutenant.

The hand on her head pushed her head forward as she gripped Amita's thighs tightly as the hard, long shaft rubbed over her face as she kissed and licked along the firm length of the shaft rubbing against her face. Panting hotly as she slide her soft, wet tongue slide along the bottom of the long shaft as her mouth was directed down to the woman's balls, her tongue swirling around the ballsac, before her head was being pulled back up to the crown of the thick shaft, the head pushing against her pouty, soft lips as she looked up into Amita's eyes, challengingly keeping her mouth closed.

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Amita's eyes watched Sandy's face as she felt the woman's lips against her shaft, her tongue against her balls. She let out a shaky sigh at the sensation, a small smile coming to her lips. As she moved back to the head, Amita's grip on her hair tightened a bit, just enough to get her lips to part. "Now, now Sandy. Don't be coy. It really doesn't become you." She took hold of the base of her shaft to keep it steady as she moved forward, pushing her cock past Sandy's lips. "Mmmahhh..." The feel of her tongue against the sensitive flesh caused her to shiver against and let out a soft, pleased moan.

She pushed forward, feeding more of the hard shaft into Sandy's mouth. The flesh throbbed with the beating of her heart. She push in as much as she felt she could without gagging her before pulling back a bit, but not withdrawing, before pushing forward again. Both of her hands held Sandy's head as she moved back and forth. "Mmphhh... yes. So good. How's it taste? Better than some type of rubber or plastic, I bet, right?"

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Sandy moaned as the grip in her hair tightened and took control of her head. She looked up Amita's toned body, past her large, firm breasts and into the woman's eyes as the hard, thick shaft was pushed into her mouth. The shat was so thick that her lips were stretched obscenely wide to take the thick girth as she moaned around the hard shaft, sending vibrations down its length. The corporal's tongue slide along the bottom of the shaft, wiggling against the thick invader as she sucked hard, breathing through her nose, arching her neck to open up her throat as she felt the crown hitting the back of her mouth.

Moaning and nodding her head in answer to Amita's question about how much better sucking a real cock was to sucking an artificial shaft. She couldn't answer verbally, her mouth was being firmly and deeply fucked by said cock. The brunette's hands were gripping the tall officer's toned thighs as her head was held still as the Lieutenant thrust into her mouth over and over, going deeper and deeper, pushing against the entrance of her throat. Sandy arched her head back to open her throat to the powerful woman's cock as her hard nipples teased against the woman's thighs as she moaned in pleasure as she was facefucked.

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Amita gripped Sandy's head firmly as her hips moved back and forth. The slight roughness of her tongue on the sensitive bottom side caused her to let out another occasional moan. In truth, she had expected the Corporal to be a bit more... hesitant... to go through with this. She was pleasantly surprised that was not the case. Her hips surged forward and forced her length down the woman's throat, her lips going all the way to the root. "Mmmph! Fuck, yes..." She held her there, seconds seeming to last forever. Her head lulled back a bit as she focused on how it felt: her cock throbbing against the tightness of her throat as a small amount of pre-cum leaked out. She finally remembered that the woman probably couldn't breath. She still waited another few moments before finally withdrawing herself completely. She looked down at Sandy's face as she took a few breaths, her member wet with a coat of saliva. "You certainly have a natural talent for that, don't you?" That probably sounded more degrading than she meant for it to be. She was never much of one for dirty talk or anything like that. She always felt it sounded awkward coming from her.

After letting Sandy get a brief rest, she put her hand around the woman's throat and helped her up off her knees before pushing her backward onto the bed. Amita followed after, kneeling between Sandy's legs and, with her body upright, loomed over the woman's figure as her eyes traced over each of her ample curves. She took hold of the base of her shaft and rubbed the head along the Sandy's slick folds before finally pressing forward with a throaty moan. She felt the woman's walls stretch to accommodate the invading girth, yet still grip her tightly. Slowly she sank in more, allowing Sandy to feel every inch that filled her.

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Sandy eyes widened as Lt Amita took her invitation and pushed into the corporal's throat and Sandy realized she was being ambitious. She wasn't as ready for Amita's girth as she thought she was as her throat was completely filled and her throat was slightly distended as she found it hard to breath, having to suck hard as she breathed through her nose.

"ggakkk... ssuccckkk... gakkkk... ssuuccc... gagggkkk... sluuuuukkkk!!" The brunette gagged as the Lieutenant stated fucking her throat deeply and firmly, the officer not giving her a chance to adjust as she felt the crown sinking deeper and deeper with each hard thrust. She tightened her hands on the Lieutenants thighs, trying to slow the strong woman's thrusts as she gagged each time the brunette thrust deep into the busty brunette's thrust, until she felt her nose and face pressed into Amita's toned belly, having to swallow the entire shaft, whether she was ready for it or not.

"Ssuccckkk... gaggkk gaaaakkk gaakkk ssuccccc Mmmkguuuhhhh!!" Sandy's eyes widened as Amita held still, holding Sandy's face against her belly with all of her cock down the tanned brunette's throat for several long moments as she sucks on the thick, long shaft that was filling her throat as she tried breathing through her nose, but not being able to get enough air as her sight started going back as her eyes rolled up into her head. Gasping for breath as the officer pulled out of her throat and mouth, Sandy panting for breath as her saliva coated the thick, long shaft as she slowly regained awareness of the world around her as she was looking up into Amita's lustful face.

"Aaah... ah... your... cock... tasted... soo... eeeeeppp!" Sandy squealed suddenly as she was lifted off her knees by Amita's hand around her throat and tossed her on to her back on the bed. The busty brunette's large, firm breasts jiggled and shoke wildly as she landed on the bed with a gasp of surprise and arousal at being woman-handled so easily. Before she could recover, her legs were being spread wide by Amita's knees as the tall officer kneeled on the bed between her legs and loomed over the smaller corporal. "Aaah... are... you... going... to ravish... me?" Sandy tried to play up an innocent voice as she squirmed on the bed sexily. Her skin was flushed with arousal as she took a moment to admire Amita's sharp face, her firm breasts, toned body and thick, long cock.

"AAIEEEe... ooh... Goddess! TOOO BIGGG!" Sandy squealed as Amita pushed her thick shaft into the corporal's tight, wet sex. Sandy felt like she was going to be split in half by the officer's thickness as she bucked under the toned Fiore, her legs kicking in the air as she placed her hands on the Lieutenant's shoulders to try to slow her down, rather ineffectively. "AAAAAaa... TOooo AAAAA BIGg... TooooO AAIEE BIGG!" Sandy squealed as she looked up into Amita's determined eyes as her inner walls squeezed down on the officer's thick, long shaft.

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As it turned out, Sandy wasn't as prepared for Amita as either of them thought. Thankfully rooms on space stations like this were soundproof or someone might have heard the woman's shouting. The bucking and squirming she was doing wasn't helping to make this any better either. She suddenly stopped, though wasn't even all the way in yet, taking hold of Sandy's wrists and pinning them down against the bed. "Easy, Sandy. Relax. Deep breaths." Easier said than done, probably. She leaned down and placed a few kisses along her neck, trying to comfort her as best she could.

She waited for several long moments, letting the woman's body get a bit more used to the large invader. She finally began to slowly pull backward, moaning softly in the process, coming to a stop when only the head remained. She waited a few moments before beginning to sink back in, back arching as Sandy's walls clamped down on her again. "Ughhh... so... tight!" She sank deeper than she did before, stopping to pull back again. Then again, she pushed in, this time only stopping when she felt their bodies connect, fully inside the woman. She couldn't help but shiver slightly, her cock throbbing hard against the surrounding walls. "Ohhh, fuck! How's that feel?"

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Sandy moaned as she was filled by Amita's long, thick cock. She gasped as her wrists were grabbed and pinned to the bed, sending a spike of arousal through her body at being pinned down. As the strong Lieutenant instructed her to relax and take deep breaths, she tried to slow her breathing, but the arousal of being pinned and nailed on a huge cock was making it hard to concentrate on anything but the shaft filling her. Panting as she squirmed under Amita, unconsciously pushing her hips up into the Amita's hips.

"Yessss... neveraaa... aah... ah... knew... how... goood... it... was to be... sooo... filled," Sandy couldn't moaning as Amita slowly started moving her hips, sliding that huge invader impaling her sex slowly in and out. She could feel her inner muscles squeezing down on Amita's huge cock as her hips bucked in response. "Fucckkkk... soooo... filled... fuck... meeeeeee," she moaned as she squirmed, eyes unfocused as intense pleasure fills her body as Amita slowly picked up pace, making sure Sandy was okay. She wrapped her legs around Amita's hips, trying to encourage Amita to thrust faster.


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Rose contemplated her life as she drank at her little table. She and her group had Judy finished a dance performance for some stupid party that some stupid rich people were holding. She played with her shot as she eyed her next target. It was funny. 10 years ago she wouldn't have thought about being "The Red Rose." It's what the news called her. The idea was funny, she'd accidentally left a red rose at the scene of the crime of her first kill and they never thought that it was from her latest dance. No one thought she's was the one. At 17, she'd been loved, and happy. Her parents decided to go on some stupid cruise and it sunk at sea. She was left with nothing.

In desperation she'd started stealing, met her crew, and lived just fine for a while. But the thing about performing for the rich? They think they own you. Time and time again she'd been approached by wealthy, married, OLD men. It disgusted her. They would like to touch and pretend like it was normal. It wasn't normal. It was gross.

Her first kill was a complete accident. The man actually knew how to fight and Rose smashed him over the head with a broken wine bottle. She could still remember the blood. How warm it was. How it took forever to get it off of her... she'd liked it. The thrill of life and death. Her father was determined that his "little princess" knew how to protect herself. Her mother wanted her to be a lady and dance. Well that all backfired. She danced hip hop and not ballet. And she fought to kill.

Rose waited a few minutes after her target left and then followed him. She'd been following him for almost two weeks now. He had a lot of money and a lot of toys she could sell. Pulling her masquerade mask that had a red rose over her face, she tiptoed behind the man. She was small, and most people never even heard her. It wasn't until she was leaving a small rose outline on his neck that she heard something moving around that made her look up.

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This killer wasn't very careful. Hadn't covered their tracks well and left an easy trail to follow. Evidence of a rose being left behind at the scene of each murder was a calling card that was easy to track. It wasn't like the Joker who committed crimes at random half the time, or Deadshot who simply killed for money. This person had a pattern. The Batman had been on the killers trail for a few months now. Rich men in power were being killed, not their wives or mistresses. The killer wasn't committing acts of passion. Roses being left at every crime scene meant the person was either constantly given flowers or worked with them, unless they were a mobster but the killings happened in too many different ways to be a mobster. Most of the time the deaths had no signs of struggle, meaning that the killer was stealthy, silent. When there were signs, the body was beaten badly, the person could fight. Faint wisps of perfume in each area, the killer was a woman. She either seduced or stalked her prey.

Red Rose was dangerous but sloppy and after a lot of questioning the Batman got the name of a dancer at a local hip hop club who always seemed to be gone from the club around the apparent times of the murders. Rose Cortez. It wasn't hard to track her. She did live in the poorer part of Gotham though and it made it difficult to find where she lived but people saw her, after applying the right amount of pressure to local thugs the Batman had a location. A contender for the next Mayor was seeing a Rose, paid her to appear at some events, was photographed with her on a few occasions even. He was younger for a candidate, didn't know any better. He was in danger.

After he left an event she was at, he took a cab home, unaware that she was following him, but it gave the Batman time to break into Mr. Owen's home and lay in wait. The walkway up the drive was long, dark and left him open to attack. As he drunkenly placed his key into the lock of the door and opened it she attacked. From the top of the dark building the Batman dropped down behind the woman. It was too dark for him to make out what she was dressed in, but it didn't stop him from moving. His arms came up and under her arms, hooking them as he yanked her backwards threw her down the two steps leading to Mr. Owen's porch. The black cloaked figure twisted with her and placed himself between her and Owen. "Lost?"

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Rose screamed in anger when she was pulled back, and basically thrown for her small body. She rolled in her landing and quickly got back to her feet. "No, but this isn't business." she hissed at him. This man, this... disgusting excuse for a man had been making continuous advances at her, and when she didn't comply the last time, he hit her, fired her, and said it was because she was coming onto him. That could've ruined her and the people she worked with. "All you have to do is move out of my way and I promise i won't hurt you." she almost sang to him.

"Though, I don't think you're going to make it." she laughed. The man was bleeding out from his throat. "He's basically already dead, so tah!" She said. Leti took a moment from a car light glare to run with it and jump on the nearest ladder to run to the apartment tops. Roofs were too close in this town, but it was a good work out. Rose didn't bother looking back, the last thing she needed was The Batman to catch her. She wasn't sure she'd ever run so fast before.

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Bruce took a single step down the two stairs towards her when she hissed at him like a wild animal. _Why don't these people ever listen when I---_ He started to think to himself but twisted to see the man clutching at his throat. The Batman didn't see her with a weapon, what did she cut him with? He turned to face her and she was already moving up to some near by rooftops. His left hand went to his ear and he spoke. "Get help to Owen's home. His throat has been slit. I'm chasing the attacker." He ordered Alfred who was on the other end of the line.

The Batman's right hand grabbed a tool off his belt and aimed up at the last area Red Rose was located. The grapple gun fired off and yanked the Dark Knight up into the air, launching him over the edge of the roof. He spread his cape and cast a shadow over her as he came down into a rolling sprint behind her. With one bound he sprang forward and tackled the smaller woman, trying to knock her down and pin her chest down against the roof.

[User] Rose cursed as she saw the shadow and tried to run even faster. Her legs were starting to burn, but all that dancing helped her stamina. She didn't look back, that only slows you know. She heard a thud and then a shuffle, and then running footsteps. "Shit. Shit shit sh---" he pushed her down. Rose rolled with him a few times and some how ended up on top. One leg already out, Rose had a small kunai at his throat, she didn't want to even try to kill him so she used the foot that was on him to push off to start running again. "What do you care about some asshole anyways?!" She yelled as she found a ladder leading down. She headed straight for it.

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Bruce thought he had her, that was until the pair started to roll across the roof and suddenly felt a foot pressed to his chest, knocking him over almost completely while she sprang off his body. She was faster than he gave her credit for and had good balance. "I don't care about a creep. I care that someone is out on my streets killing people!" He snapped as he kipped up and flung a small pellet at her feet.

The device exploded, creating a bright light that would with luck blind the woman while letting the Batman get a good look at her at last. His hand reached to a pouch on his belt and produced a bola. With a simple flick of his wrist the tool was sent sailing across the roof at her to tie her torso up with the heavy rope and wooden balls.

[User] Rose was almost to the ladder when the light flashed in her face. Rose screamed and covered her eyes only to be suddenly tied. Rose fell to the roof and rolled until she reached the edge of the building, a wall blocking her only slightly. Rose struggled as she laid here. Her entire outfit was from old dance uniforms. Her mask was red and veiny, Her black jacket covered a red dance shirt, inside the jacket were straps for her kunai. Her pants were normal baggy dance pants. Rose groaned as one of the inner kunai poked into her fore arm, slowly making her bleed in her jacket.

[Assistant] Unaware of her weapons, the Batman stalked closer to her, his massive black cape hid his gray armored body but the black boots he wore clacked on the rooftop with each step he took. He stopped when he reached her prone body and his knees bent and she grabbed at her jacket. With one yank he stood up tall and hoisted her onto her feet. "Looks like you're going to jail." The Batman growled at her. He looked her up and down and reached for her mask to remove it. "You won't be needing this anymore. If you don't fight me I will make sure you don't get hurt." He offered to the woman in red while hoisting her up over his shoulder weather she let him remove her mask or not.

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Rose pulled her face away from his hand and pushed back against the wall. As he spoke and distracted himself with his triumph over yet another villain, she reached for the Kunai that was cutting into her. The moment she was bend over his shoulder the tip of her blade pointed up, slicing into her as it reached her hand. Rose tensed up but held back her scream and sawed at the rope.

With one hand free, she spin the knife on her pinky and stabbed the blade into the Batman's hip where a gap in his suit was. She took that moment to straighten her core and roll herself off his shoulder and slam into the ground. Rose rolled until the rope around her undid itself and released her. Rose grabbed at her bleeding arm and got up as quickly as she could. She had one more Kunai. She reached into her sleeve and threw it towards his head, in hopes to distract him and take off again. Rose swung one arm on the ladder and swayed around it and let herself fall. She screamed as she fell, landing in a pile of trash. Rose groaned a bit as she laid there trying to catch her breath. "Fuck..." she said as she sat up. Her legs were burning, but she had to get up.

Rose looked up and saw no one and ripped her sleeve of her jacket off and wrapped her wound quickly as she got up to keep running.

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Bruce never noticed the blade slip into her hand but when the cold steel dug into his hip through a gap in the plated armor of his suit. "Haaah!" He stifled a shocked yell of pain and fell to his side while releasing the Red Rose. His hand went to the kunai and yanked it out of his hip and tossed it aside. "Bitch." He spat while pressing his palm to the wound to make sure he wasn't bleeding to badly.

Suddenly something thunked against the back of his head, if not for the helmet in his mask he was sure he would have either been cut or killed but it was enough of a distraction to give the Red Rose time to escape. The sound of her scream suddenly cut off was all the Bat needed to assume she had fallen to her death. Slowly he stalked over towards the sound of the scream and frowned when he didn't see a body but heard her feet clacking off in the distance. She was too fast to chase now...

Two nights later Bruce stepped out of an elevator where a small party was being held. Dancers in cages moved to the fast and bumping sound of the music that played. It wasn't Bruce's kind of scene at all but he had to make an appearance for a friend. "Bruce! Bruce this is great eh!?" His drunk friend Harvey stumbled towards Bruce. In turn Bruce straightened out his grey suit jacket and gave Harvey a heavy hug. "Harvey, look I know you're getting married in a few days but maybe you should take it easy. This seems like a little too much right?"

Bruce watched the group of dancers for a moment and his eyes lit up when he saw Rose. "Hey ya like her eh?" Harvey asked then shouted for her. "ROSE! ROSE COME HERE!..." When Rose got closer to the pair Harvey dug into his pocket and gave Rose enough money to pay her what he had paid her entire group to come to the party and dance. "I want you to give my friend here a private dance. Can you do that for me?" Bruce rose a brow in Harvey's direction but smiled kindly at Rose like he wasn't sure if it was a good idea, yet he didn't shy away from it either. If he could be a bit rude about things she might target him.

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Rose ended up having to get stitches. Her cut went from the middle of the inside of her forearm to her wrist. She got lucky she didn't get it too deep or hit a vein. She was annoyed. Why did Batman care about some creeps being murdered? They were murdering, yet they weren't the ones being chase. She'd thrown all her knives at him and her outfit was ruined. Rose took the day to run around town getting a new order in. She'd found this shady under ground place and went there with her mask. She had an order. She acquired two dozen red and black karambits, a new suit, and shoes. She even ended up finding a new mask on the way home.

Come a new performance, Rose was on a stage break, watching the girls in the cages dance while wealthy people threw their money at them. She almost didn't hear someone call her name, but when she saw her drunk client waving at her, she moved towards him. She'd never met Bruce Wayne in person before. He was handsome and tall, but she didn't expect much than a hello. Something sparked in her eyes when she was handed the money for a "private dance." She felt a raise starting inside of her as she held a cold smile.

"That's not the sort of thing I do, Harvey." she rejected as she took the money anyways, pocketing it for the gig. They'd already been paid in full, but since this guy didn't want it, they'd take it happily. "Thank you, for the tip." she smiled at both the men, her eyes glaring at Harvey and walked away to her team. Rose stopped at Harvey's open bar and grabbed a few shots now feeling she'd earned them. She had another hour of her performance until she would be able to leave.

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A large frown formed over Bruce's lips when Rose shot down Harvey's request, that was Bruce's chance to really make some progress in bringing her to prison but the beauty seemed to hold herself with too much self respect for that. Bruce couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride in the situation. But how did she pick her targets if it wasn't through something like a man being sleazy towards her? It had to be something else. Bruce considered this while Rose sauntered away back towards the bar after basically stealing Harvey's money. As the Batman, Bruce would have stopped her from leaving for stealing but as Bruce he felt he could get a little angry with her now and at least demand she work for that 'tip' she just took from Harvey.

Swiftly Bruce followed behind Rose and stood at her side while the bartender poured her shots. Bruce picked one up just before Rose could lift it and threw the drink back down his throat and set the glass upside down on the counter. "You just stole from my friend. I was gonna turn the dance away but now I'm afraid I have to insist that you do as he asked. I like a tiny and tight woman who takes what she wants. But I won't let you steal from someone a little too drunk to know what he's doing. So babe, what's it gonna be? Give me a dance or make a scene? I can't imagine me telling people that your little club are nothing but thieves is gonna go well." Bruce offered Rose a knowing smile and placed a hand on her thigh just firmly enough to let her know he was being serious.

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Rose's eyes followed the hand that stole her shot all the way back up to Bruce Wayne. She rolled her eyes and took the other shot she'd ordered. As he spoke, her patience for this man became smaller and smaller. The touch to her leg though, that was too far. The Red Rose found her new target.

"You're as charming as they say you are Mr. Wayne." Rose grinned a little flirtatiously. "It seems as though you have me between a rock and a hard place. Even though he handed me the money first and then asked me to dance for you. I am legally allowed to call it a tip otherwise it would be called bribery." smirked the girl. "I have two rules for you first." she said as she stepped closer to him, playing with his stupid tie. "No touching" She listed. Now getting even closer so that she could say it in his ear, bringing a closeness to them. "Never... ever.. call me babe again."

Rose slightly tugged on his tie and pulled him out of the hall and into some corridor she wasn't supposed to be in. "You know, there's a common theme with you Gotham Rich White dudes." she said as she leaned down away from him. She made it look sexy and cute. Sure, she'd dance for him tonight. Then she'd kill him next week.

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It wasn't hard for Bruce to notice the roll of Rose's beautiful eyes and at that moment he knew he had her attention. Bruce flashed Rose an almost dark grin, playing up the sleaze ball factor that some people expected of him. Bruce never had a chance to counter Rose's flirting as she played with his tie and laid down the law to the dark haired billionaire.

He swallowed a dry lump as she leaned in close and whispered to him while playing with his tie."You got it doll." He whispered back. Bruce quickly followed Rose as she tugged his tie and led him to an out of the way room. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it just enough that nobody would be able to open it from the other side without knocking the large man over.

Bruce watched Rose with a lustful gaze, he let his blue eyes wander from her feet to her rear then to her face, taking in all the details of her outfit and how it clung to her. "That we are all aggressive and don't take no for an answer?" He asked with a lowered tone, clearly falling for her appearance.

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The music was muffled int he room, but it was still loud enough. She had a small side smile as she stood back up and moved towards his form. Her body pressed to his, her own heart racing. Part from the thrill of a new kill, the other because she didn't actually know what she was doing. She wasn't a stripper, or an exotic dancer. She was a performer.

Rose got oddly close to his face, even for her own comfort and smiled. "You think that I'm stupid and easily bought" she said, her lips just grazing against his. Her hand reached into her pocket and she pulled out the money, meanwhile, her other reached into his back pocket and placed a cell phone tracking chip in it. It was small and light, so it always went unnoticed. They were also easy to steal. Slyly, her hand that she'd used to sneak the chip in grabbed for his and she slapped the money in it.

Rose's expression changed back to her bitchy self. "We're done here, Mr. Wayne. I owe you nothing. Please move." She crossed her arms and moved her balance to one side of her hip.

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Even Bruce felt a bit uneasy as Rose pressed up against him and smiled. He tried to smile back as nicely as possible but found himself fighting off the urge to push her away. He felt terrible about what he was doing but needed to get her to target him in order to keep others safe. "I never said you were stupid..." He whispered back at her while her free hand dipped into his back pocket, he couldn't feel it, his pants too loose and her touch too gentle and he never noticed the tracking device placed in his pants.

Bruce blinked in shocked surprise when money was slapped into his palm and he was told they were done here. Bruce looked down at the money, then back up into Rose's beautiful eyes. A half smile spread over his face and he handed the money back to her, reaching under one of her arms to force the wad of cash back into her palm. "You have standards and don't waver from your morals. I respect that." He let the money go, weather Rose kept it in her palm or not was up to her, then turned and left the room so Rose could do whatever she wanted.

Casually Bruce returned to Harvey's side and the pair started to talk, laughing about something Harvey had said. Bruce leaned close to Harvey and whispered a warning into his friends ear. "You're drunk. Sober up and don't be a dick to these women. It's going to make you look bad and get you less votes." Bruce patted Harvey on the back and returned home...

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Rose was a little surprised that he just gave up out of.. what was it? Respect? That. However, she did hear him only say stupid. She'd listed two things. Watching him walk out, she stepped out herself and met up with the team. They finished out a couple more routines and Rose left without saying goodbye to Harvey.

In her car, Rose looked at her phone and activated the tracker. She watched it moving along Gotham until it stopped. She assumed it was Wayne manor since she herself had never been there. Well now she was going to be. Parking about a half mile away from the Manor, Rose changed into her Red outfit and walked in the dark towards his home. She could see its size in the distance and shook her head in disgust. _No one should be allowed to live that happy._ She thought to herself. Rose was careful too look out for guards but saw none. _Dumbass._

She carefully moved around the house, looking through windows, trying to find him. The entire floor was void of all for of life and she started to climb up the side. She wasn't about to go into his house to kill him.. yet. But she needed to know how he lived his life.


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Trivia felt the gentle need in her stomach start as she drove back to the office. All day today she had been in offsite meetings, sitting there sometimes bored out of her mind. Idly she thought about the feral ancestors she had. The mouse that had sat across from her took her staring once in the wrong way but Trivia didn't fly that way and thus shut down any future looks.

Pulling into the car park she gritted her teeth at the sight of all the empty rows. She had hoped that he would have still been here, could have invited him home to temper the flame of hunger that started in her belly. Her foot steps clipped on the floors as she slowly made her way to the main office to drop off the paperwork that she had acquired over the day. Setting the papers into the appropriate boxes she leaned against the bookcase, rubbing her back against the rough surface. Her scent being pushed into the shelving unit. Tonight she would handle herself but she hoped she could catch him the next day on the phone, hopefully he would be up for handling this issue for her.

Her muzzle parted and she let out a soft chuffing sound, maybe she would call him now. Her lower body flamed as she thought of his hard body hidden under those work clothes. Shaking her head she made her way to her car to head home, she needed to call him after she regained some of her senses... so why she called his cell now to leave a message... "Hey it's Trivia, I know it's short notice and it's the weekend but I need you." She stops for a second and swallows hard, "With what happened at the meetings today. I'll be at the office at 9, I hope you can meet me early." Hitting the button to hang up the car phone she let out a soft pant, getting home to take care of her immediate need.

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Sam sat staring blearily into the drive thru's coffee cup. Sure, Trivia had said "Sorry it's the weekend", but she wanted him to meet her early? Why? He generally didn't get up till after noon on weekends. The coyote was still in his 20s and wanted to party as vigorously as he could get away with, because he knew that his body would start going downhill as soon as he hit the big 30. Well technically it started at 25, that was the peak and everything after that was a downward slope. All the more reason to live loose and irresponsible---at least as long as it didn't interfere with the cash flow. Not that he had successfully done anything last night besides drink and play video games with his friends from college. For some reason the hot spots were all dry the last week or two, and Sam was trying to avoid a few certain people anyways, so it was best to not be in those places where they might find him.

Finally the coffee had moved enough through his system to let his eyes actually unsquint, and his thoughts to stop from slithering about. Rubbing a palm's heel into his eye, he climbed out of the car. While a little on the tall side, with shoulders you could set an ironing board across, he was otherwise lean and trim, the big blue eyes and soft features making him an instant puppy-face, able to get away with murder. Which instantly let anyone who looked at him know he was a no-good scoundrel. If those no-good scoundrels also managed to do a more-than-decent job pushing a pencil.

He pushed into the office door at a little after ten, expecting more coffee, or maybe some baked goods. Instead something else slipped in, at first just tickling his subconscious, not quite registering yet. "Trivia," he called, hiding a yawn.

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Trivia had gotten to the office early, she had been waiting for him for almost a hour and the Wolf was in more then in a bit of need. Her scent was almost making a path for him, a come hither that most of the coworkers hid with artificial scents or got the shots that slowed down their heat cycles. Of course they could have been the lucky ones that had mates that could handle the barest of hints. Her tongue ran over her teeth and eyes narrowed a bit.

Shifting where she was standing in the small kitchenette, she leaned against the counter. "In the break room." Calling out to him she shifted her legs a bit again, her body ached and she hoped that he would help her out rather then push away the thought. And if he did... well there were places she could go and pay for the service. A soft growl escaped her throat and she looked to the door way that she had rubbed against, leaving her scent to invite him to her.

Pulling at the jean skirt she half way thought to slip it down just a bit but then him hiking it up could be just as good. Her half heeled boots arched off the floor again. Spreading her legs a bit as her body called out for his in a tempting manner.

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The deeper he stepped into the office, the more his brain was getting tickled. Now he was starting to pick up on it. Had Trivia... had she had sex in here? The whole place smelled of it. The coyote was fairly inexperienced with the smell of heat, with how many women intentionally avoid people during the time, or take drugs, or this or that. Not having grown up with sisters, it was something absent from his experiences. But Sam's body knew what was up even before it registered to him. He was already getting hard, gearing up, his sheath fattening. That he was aware of, and knew that walking up to Trivia with an erection probably wasn't the politest thing. He tried thinking about math, that usually helped with anything biological and awkward.

When she called out, he turned around and went 'round a corner, before poking his head into the kitchenette door. The scent. The pose she was taking. His heart was beating faster, and yet he felt a little... dizzy, almost. "Trivia?"

The coyote had definitely dressed down for this. A T-shirt of some band she'd never heard of, the type of logo and image that belonged airbrushed across someone's van, and his shorts were cargos. His sneakers squeaked across the linoleum as he hesitated there in the entry, trying to hide the sudden excitement by only half-stepping in. What was she doing in here? Rubbing one in? "What uh. What'd you need?"

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Trivia could practically taste his scent in the air, her hearing picking up every step he took and she tried to swallow a growl. When he finally got to the room she stood straight and take a few steps to him. Her bushy tail, her silken fur, her eyes practically glowing as she watched his face. "I do believe... I said I need you." She had said nothing about needing him for work.

Her body swayed with every step, t-shirt pulling tight over her breasts, a grin pulling at her muzzle. "You will... help me wont you Sam?" Her voice took on a child like beg to it, the predator still growling under the words. Finally only a few steps from him she held out a paw, eyes now looking hungrily at his face before traveling over his form. Her scent deep in the room and by Monday would meld into other scents in the office as cleaners would come through, "Could always show me your desk..."

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Later he'd think back on this, on what she said, and how, if you changed the soundtrack from porno jazz to tense piano, it would've been a horror movie. But in the moment he was caught on the headlights. The scent had eel and truly wound him up , ready to release like a spring. Tail up, muzzle low where the scent was fuller, that cock strained against his shorts. The coyote reached out to take her hand in return.

But there was this little illusion of the discussion going on. That while his body said "fuck her" his caution was warning about mistakes. He could be misunderstanding. Always wary of sexual harassment, he wanted to be sure. But mainly, really, he wanted to get her to say it. Not for clarity, but because he liked women with a lewd mouth. So it wasn't denseness that made him say, "Sue, but what do you need me to do?"

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As Sam took her paw she closed her fingers within his and moved closer to him. As a wolf she was around 5'9 to 5'10 and had almost perfect hour glass portions. Her breasts moved to press against his chest, a leg rose to run fun against fur. She was ready to just jump up now and wrap her legs about his waist.

Instead she tip toed up and moved to lick along his muzzle, "I need you Sam. It's no secret that I've watched you a few times, wanted to capture you in the back hall way by those low filing cabinets and lean over for you to push that hard cock into my pussy." She growled softly as the need to have him fill her was starting to could her senses. "Fuck me Sam... fuck me hard, fuck me fast, fuck my slow even..." her breath hitches a bit and she moved to lick the tip of his nose. "Your desk... my desk... the wall... the floor... one of these tables... against the stair rail... just fuck me." Her eyes were practically burning as he looked to his.

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If his ears were connected to his crotch, Sam would've came. As it was, his muzzle hung open on dumb-struck awe, and his ears flushed. Not out of embarrassment but swift excitement, as if his blood was bouncing between his head and loins.

Sam grabbed Trivia and pushed her up against the wall next to them. His body crushed against hers, pounding erection grinding against her lower stomach as he kissed the wolf. Feverish, intoxicated, he wanted in her so much. But the coyote knew how to it five on and lost his knot fast; he liked to think he could please a woman, and that meant at lest a little foreplay, right? It was almost a struggle to slow down. He hadn't been this wild and raw since he was a teen...

Muzzle breaking, his lips dipped down to her throat, dragging teeth across it. "That's so damn sexy," He panted, referring to that dirty soliloquy. The lightest of nips scored her neck while he brushed her jacket open and cupped a breast, kneading. Thumb found her nipple and fused with it. He reached down to her skirt, intent on hiking it, but denim was harder to wrestle one handed.

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Trivia groaned into his muzzle as he kissed her, her head tilting back to let him have better access to her neck. Her arms rose to. Help him get her jacket over her shoulders as she tried to wiggle it free from her arm, her stock rocking against his groin area as she moved. "Sam, I want to play with you... want to make sure your nice and frenzied but I need your cock now." She voice whined as she pressed her head against the wall.

With a jump she had one leg wrapped about his waist. Thigh hooked on his hip as she drew herself up. Again she jumped again and her legs were wrapped about him, her skirt hiking from her legs being spread the way they were. Growling in his ear she pressed her hips into his, her pussy covered by thin fabric that stretched and was already damp from her excited heat.

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Suddenly she was wrapped around him, and yet there were too many layers in the way. This wasn't going to work. Holding Trivia steady, Sam turned and took several shaky steps to the table before setting her butt on the edge. He pulled away, and gave the wolf a pointed look. "Roll over."

While she did that, the coyote tore at his shorts, peeling them open. While not nearly as strong as hers, the scent of masculine arousal spiced the air then as his shaft fell out into the air. It was on the pleasant side of moderate, pink and flushed and ready. Though his knot was far from fattening, it would be an added thickness to his satisfying size.

Sam watched her. He wanted a good look at Trivia's ass, and the panties she wore underneath. Not a long gaze, he couldn't wait long, but still men were visual creatures and he wanted an eye full before her underwear came down. Sam had never known a woman who didn't appreciate a little spank, and he delivered a single, firm pop across Trivia's ass-cheek before he stepped up, peeling her panties down in a savage yank that sent them around her ankles.

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Trivia growled at him softly as he pulled from her body, eyes raking over his form, wanting to see his shaft as it hardened. Crawling a bit on the table she flipped over, her tail curling out of his way from her rear end and her thinly covered sex. Spreading her legs a bit to keep her body stable she pressed her breasts into the table top.

The scent of him made her groan and she wiggles her rear at him, her skirt tight where they were started to get bunched. Tilting her head to look back at him, she had hoped to face him but this seemed almost better, they could mate like the ones of before two legs had mated. "Sam... please..." she let out a low whine, she wanted to be more in control then this but instead here she was begging him to fill her.

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Sam wasted no time. Fingers flying over his shirts like they might catch fire, he peeled open and the garment fell to the floor as his cock bounced out into view. The shaft was flushed red, glistening with a canine's steady trickle of pre at he too. The coyote wasn't the biggest boy around, but it was on the pleasing side of medium, a satisfying thickness even before you counted the knot.

With no finesse, he tore her panties off, sending them to her calves before her legs were too spread to let them go further. Baring her folds, he wasted no time moving up to her, tip kissing her feverish split before managing to find her split. The coyote drove in. Just one spot of resistance, his hips churning to get past it, and then his lap clapped her ass. A groan escaped Sam as he squeezed her ass-cheek and immediately gave a thirsty thrust into her.

[User] The wolf tilted her head back and gave a primal call of pleasure mixed with the pain of the thrust. Her fingers gripped at the table, trimmed nail scratching into the surface. "God Sam..." her body twitched under his paws as she tried to stay still but also wanting to squirm in delight under his body. Panting with each thrust her body shook over the table top, her breasts pushing hard into the top.


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It wasn't surprising to Svana as he laid himself down a little more after finishing his meal. With his wound attempting to heal itself that was definitely something he was going to be dealing with. She made sure to keep him under the shade to prevent his body from being burnt by the sun even though it was not an exceptionally hot day. The hot days were beginning to ease up as winter was coming, though, for them on that island there really wasn't too much of a winter. Temperatures would cool, but the most that would happen there was that the water temperatures grew colder as did the air in addition to some rain at times. "No leave for home. Need heal." She told him, her accent thickening a little whenever she tried to speak in the same language as him.

Svana's bright pink eyes seemed rather curious about him as she looked at him, but she understood that he needed his rest. She would return to the village for a while after he fell asleep to find that spell so that they could actually speak better. For now, she remained by his side providing any kind of comfort that she could.

[Assistant] Once again the strange red haired man slept through most of the day, his body slowly but steadily healing the entire time. Day and night passed without incident, and as the misty and humid morning slowly wheeled to, so did Leon's consciousness as he woke up with a groan. Stretching---he immediately winced in pain still, but as he did so he noticed something more unusual. There was some residual pain from the injury on his chest... but there was no longer any feeling of an open wound. Her poultice had helped seal the wound and had him recovering, though the spot was still rather sore and tender to the touch as he placed a hand against it and quickly winced in pain. "Ah..." He moaned out after a moment, soon sitting upright. It hurt a little to breathe, but even that seemed likely to pass in a day or two. For now, he looked around for his mysterious healer, the pink haired and white tipped woman. She had obviously taken care in mending him, and while he wasn't sure of all of what she'd done, he knew it was the right thing to at least try and thank her, for she must have done it for altruistic reasons, right?

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There had been little doubt in Svana's mind that he was going to sleep for quite some time. She had taken the time to go back to her tribe's village to get some items and bring them back. Most of the items she brought back with her included some extra clothing for both of them, more food, and extra bedding supplies for both of them. A great deal of the herbs she used for her healing remedies or medicines could be found in the forest which helped. The spell that she had been thinking of was not easy to find and took her several hours to locate. She was thankful when she returned that night that he was still fast asleep.

During the night Svana had changed his dressing once more and washed the wound while he was unconscious. The salve he had coating his wound was from that morning as she had changed that as well once it started to get lighter outside. That was a big reason why he was healing so quickly. She had performed the spell during the night as well just before she got some rest herself. Whether or not it was going to work was the mystery. If it did it would allow him to understand her as though she was speaking his language.

She had taken some time that morning to take a bath in a further in pool of water and get changed in case he woke up. The outfit she wore was a tribal outfit that was white and pink in color. It left one of her slender shoulders bare and was rather form fitting along her full breasts. The skirt itself was a tiny white frilled skirt with a pink loin cloth fabric across the front and back. Her boots that she wore was made of a lighter fabric than her furred boots and protected her from plants that might irritate her skin. As she came back from her bath, emerging out of some brush, she noticed that he was awake. Now was the time for her to see if her spell would work at all. "Morning, how are you feeling?" She asked with concern lighting her soft pink eyes.

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Since Leon seemed to be alone, he ran a hand through his hair, his green eyes looking around a little hazily as he caught his breath. "Mmmph..." he moaned out quietly before sitting upright. His body felt a little sluggish at the moment, but he figured that was from just not moving for a few days while he was healing. Trying to rise slowly, his legs gave out partway before he fell back to the ground, and it was around this time that Svana came into view. "Oh." He spoke quietly under breath, expecting her to be unable to understand him, yet as she asked him how he was feeling in rather perfect tongue, he looked to her and blinked slowly a few times. "I..." There was a brief pause as his voice sounded unsure, but he soon spoke anyway. "I'm fine... are you able to understand me? I don't know what's going on." What little interaction they had before was broken tongue and hard to follow, but he understood her question as plain as day. "I'm still in some pain, but it seems the wound sealed shut entirely."

Moving to sit on his knees, he relaxed just a little, feeling either wobbly or dizzy as he tried to regain his sense of both balance and direction. Waiting for her to explain further, his lips still crept into a small smile now that he wasn't in incredible pain and was able to take a look at her, slowly adjusting himself as his chest rose and fell softly.

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As Svana saw the way that he fell after trying to stand up she had a concerned look in her eyes. She didn't want him to hurt himself even more as that wound had been serious enough. His green eyes definitely appeared more aware and alert which was a good sign as well. "It is a spell that we have in my tribe. We do not really use it because not many strangers come to this island. It allows you to understand me as though I am speaking in your language and the same for me with you." She told him, nodding in a reassuring manner as she came over to him.

She knelt in front of him and offered him some of the cool water she had in a deer skin flagon. Svana looked towards his bandages and was thankful to see that there was no blood from his wound re-opening. "You do need to be careful still as your wound can re-open. The salve I make along with the bandages are keeping it together, but you are in no way close to fully healed yet." Her warning was very clear, but her voice was tender and almost soothing with how sweet it was.

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"So this is magic that's allowing us to talk... that makes sense." Leon knew magic could work all sorts of wonders, but as he looked up to her, his eyes looked Svana over. She was striking, a hint of exotic nature to her but still easy on the eyes. "How long does it last?" he was curious about that, since it could be a matter of hours, or maybe even weeks, and he was hoping to not lose his only source of conversation and information on the island any time soon.

Still, the more immediate matter was the pain he felt and her words ."I guess it's too much to ask of my body to be fully healed... but I do thank you." He spoke, his tone a bit more gentle. "I surely would have died without your assistance, but... I am an an outsider, I know that. We're clearly not the same kind of people. Why did you save me?" he wanted to ask her that since the beginning, but he had hope for a benevolent answer since she still had every opportunity to end him, if she wanted to.

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"It lasts a few months as long as we are close to each other. The spell itself can be extended if we need to, but it means creating a new kind of spell." Svana told him. She moved away from him to get some of the herbal drink she had made that morning to ease his pain. It wouldn't make him too sleepy, but it would affect him a bit. "Here, drink this for the pain. Be warned that it will affect your mind a bit, but you won't fall asleep with a small sip." She offered him the small cup the liquid was in and it smelled very intense while milky in color. Svana sat in front him with her pale ears perked up as she looked at him.

"I was happy to help. And I helped because I'm a healer. We are talented enough to have the ability to make people feel better and ease pain. I couldn't just let you lay there dying." She murmured, shrugging slightly as it was just a natural instinct for her to do. Whether or not someone would consider that naive Svana didn't much care since she believed it to be the best thing she could do.

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"A few months? I see." Leon spoke quietly, tone trailing off. Before long he looked back into her, shaking his head. "I guess we'll see if I'm even alive in a few months." he said the last part as a sort of muttered whisper to himself. "Are you giving me liquor of some sort?" He then asked with a quick smile, though he took a sip of it at first to try the taste, steeling himself in case the taste was foul and he had to drink considerably more. Downing as much of it as he cold in a few sips, he didn't want to overdo it to start with.

"Ah..." Breathing out, he then listened to her. "So you are a healer. I suppose that's no surprise. There are others of your kind here? I take it they wouldn't react well to a stranger like myself?" As he asked he sat upright a little more, sighing out as he thought. It would take him weeks to build something that could cross the sea---or at least try to... and even then, he wasn't sure of his chances.

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Svana didn't doubt that he would live for that long and beyond. Her healing abilities were rather renown in her village, so she didn't worry too much that he wouldn't recover at all. "You'll be alive. I am very good at what I do." She reassured him, smiling rather warmly. Her lips were upturned in a beautiful warm smile that actually was rather comparable to the warmth of the sun. "Easy, you don't need that much." Svana gently eased the cup away from Leon in order to prevent the effects of it from hitting him too hard. It was meant to ease his pain, could be used for sleep, but she just wanted to ease the sharpness of his pain for now.

"They don't necessarily trust outsiders. We've been attacked before, and unfortunately it has left us not really able to trust outsiders. However, you don't seem to be malicious." Svana told him, laughing a little as she lifted her right hand to rub the back of her head a little. She couldn't help wanting to help someone, and she just had to hope that he wasn't intending to hurt her. "It must be an odd sight to see someone with ears and a tail." She stated, tilting her head a little and looking very adorable with her furry white tipped ears perked up.

[Assistant] "Next time you should tell me how much I should take first." Leon spoke, shaking his head and laughing quietly as she eased the cup away from him. Still he was glad he didn't need to drink the entire thing. Letting her take the cup as she moved her hand, he rested his other hand against the nearby log, feeling the wood against his arm. As she spoke about her people being attacked... he had not heard of any knowledge of her people, yet it was likely that if they were known they had been under attack before, some times explorers could be rather cruel and wanton. Sighing, he shook his head. "I meant no harm to your people or any other. I was on a ship meant to chart new lands when we ran into a storm. Evidently... there weren't many other survivors." he spoke, his tone distant for a moment. "It's not something I'd see every day... but to you it must be about as odd to see someone without ears and a tail like yours, right?"

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As he spoke Svana just observed him and listened to the sound of his voice. Now that she wasn't concentrating so much on what he was saying and could listen to the sound of his voice she noticed how pleasant it was. His comment about not meaning any harm to her people just had her nodding a little. "I don't doubt that. Most who would want to hurt us attack from the ships they sail on." Perhaps it was silly to put so much faith into this man, but with his warm green eyes and almost boyish red hair Svana felt like she could trust him. She knew without any doubts that her tribes people would not feel the same way.

"Not really. I've seen many men without them, but you are the first who I am willing to really trust enough to be here with this long. Why were you looking for new lands?" She asked curiously. "Is your homeland bad? Is it falling apart or being attacked?" Her questions came rather fast one after the other because of her sharp curiosity.

[Assistant] "My ship is lost to the storm, I think some of it was on the shore... it's a bit of a blur." Leon spoke as a hand softly rubbed against his head and he gave out a low sigh. "I don't remember the last few days well besides you taking care of me. I think there was a boar or something too." Trailing off, he gave out a heavy sigh. "I wish I could say the people I was traveling with wouldn't stoop so low, but truth be told I can't say I know for sure. Why was I looking?" There was a brief pause, and a shake of his head. "Personal reasons, it doesn't matter now I guess. My homeland was good, its people safe, for the most part. I guess you could just say it's in my nature to explore and when every corner of the map is filled out... you start looking elsewhere."

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Svana nodded, and seemed to mull the idea over a little. She couldn't really relate to something like that only due to the fact that she had lived in her village for all her life and had never left the island. "I guess for some people that is how it is. I've lived here all my life." She told him. Svana wasn't even sure how long she was going to stay out here with him. There had been plenty of times that she had been out in the forest for very long times, but somehow this felt entirely different. "I can't bring you back with me yet. If you decide you want to leave then we would just need to take that very slow, but if not then I'm sure you could manage to build something with the wood here."

Although it was nice to have someone there that was a new face she wasn't going to stop him from leaving. "Do you have a family waiting for you?" Svana asked. She couldn't imagine that someone who wanted to travel and explore so much had much of a family waiting on them, but it was a possibility.

[Assistant] "Nothing wrong with staying in one place all your life. Home is home for a reason." Leon said, breathing out a little more slowly as the medicine she gave him began to kick in just a bit more. he didn't feel tired, but it was certainly affecting him a little. "I wasn't expecting your people to welcome me with open arms... if at all. Have you told anyone I'm out here yet?" As he asked he looked around once more, crossing his as he sat more comfortably. "How would I even be able to be welcomed by your people? While I'm sure you must have some clout as a healer among them that only goes so far, right?" But as she asked if he had a family, he shrugged. "I do. A mother and a father and two younger sisters. I haven't seen them in a few months, guess it might be even longer before I actually see them, now."

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At least, to his credit, he was sharp enough to understand that there was the possibility of her tribes people not being the most welcoming due to their previous struggles with outsiders. Yet, Svana didn't think that he would be hurt right off the start once she did bring him back to her tribe's village. She looked down at her hands and her fluffy white tipped ears flattened a little out to the sides before she replied. "I have not," she admitted. It was a subject that Svana knew to be careful with when it came to introducing new people. However Leon's next question had her returning her gaze to him and tilting her head a little curiously. "Actually, due to the fact that I am a healer, my opinion is rather important. I do not know how your own healers are seen, but my tribe consider healers to be almost as important as our chief."

Svana hoped that would provide some kind of comfort to him that her opinion would certainly help quite a lot. The way he talked about his family made her unique pink eyes grow warm with affection and her soft lips curved into a gentle reassuring smile. She leaned towards him and placed her slender hand on top of his own hand. "I'll do everything I can to get you back to them." When Svana leaned towards Leon she found herself drawn more so into his green eyes and her soft lips parted as she felt a connection with him she had never felt before. That feeling made her withdraw her hand and look away. As she did, her tail flicked a little against the ground and her elegant cheeks grew a deep pink color.

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"Healers are... important, maybe not as important to your people." With Svana still tending to him, he was more than appreciative of her, and trusted her for now. He really had no reason not to, since she could have killed him much earlier and far more easily when he was unconscious or sleeping and she chose to do neither. With Leon continuing to look into her eyes, he wasn't trying to do anything, yet it was hard to really look away. He'd seen pretty women plenty of times before, but there was something about the cat eared woman that made her look positively angelic right now. She probably do not feel the same way---she must have even had someone back in her tribe if she was that important, but for now those thoughts were somewhat dashed aside as he thought on the more important question.

"What next?" Asking, his tone was curious, and as he sat up a little more, his hand rested against his stomach. It didn't hold it as if he were hurting, but more so he kept it there for a lack of anything else to do with it. "If I go to your tribe, and they do not desire me, what happens?" Perhaps if he could come with an offering, or some sort of way to show he was peaceful... well, it beat showing up empty handed at least. But there had to be a better way. "my people are on the other side of an ocean. Unless they send another ship, I'm stuck here." A small ship wouldn't cut it, and even the galleon he'd taken here didn't end up faring much better in the storm.

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Svana looked into Leon's eyes and saw that there was a genuine kindness to them. Her experiences with foreign men were not always the best, but so far, this one seemed to be genuinely kind. A small smile curved her full, and lusciously pouty lips as she looked at him. Something about Leon just made her want to smile, and she wasn't used to feeling so friendly towards outsiders. Her instincts were very strong, and she could clearly feel that this man was not a danger to her. "That's odd. Healers are part of what keep people safe, no? How come your people do not consider them as important as leaders?" Svana asked, tilting her head to the right side a little in a curious manner.

As he asked what they would do next, Svana leaned back on her legs kneeling in front of him, and sighed a little. "For now, we stay here. Make sure you heal more before taking you back to the village." She told him. It wasn't impossible to make a ship for him, but until her people trusted him that was not going to be much of an option. "I understand your hurry. My people maybe able to help build another ship, but it won't happen until they trust you."

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When the subject changed to her people building a boat for him, Leon soon shook his head. "Even if I had a boat, no way could I get back home easily." For better or worse, he was stuck here. "Healers are just... job. There are others who lead. My people would probably be very strange to you." Much as hers were sounding a little unusual to him. He hoped she understood him easily, but for now, he tried to keep his words simple---she was clearly intelligent and understood some of his language but he didn't want to lose her in the dialogue.

Things were a little peaceful, and while he ached a little still it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been the day before. "Are you a leader to your people then?" Not that he sought to abuse such a privilege if he could, but it was nice to know... and really, he just found himself being talkative. It was better than the thought of loneliness, given once she headed back to her village for the day he'd be alone once more.

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The language barrier that prevented them from understanding each other without her magic was most definitely a hindrance. With her magic at her fingertips, though, she was able to connect them despite such a barrier. It was truly something that she could find herself appreciating. Especially in a situation that normally she would never be able to understand the person she was very much attempting to save.

A warm, and gentle smile began to tilt the sides of her full lips as she could hear the inflection of his tone as though he was afraid to speak normally. She could understand such a concern, but with magic it was unnecessary. With him needing to heal, there was more of a concern that she wanted him to feel as much at ease as possible. "I promise you that I can understand what you're saying. The spell allows me to understand you no matter what. Speak normally please, Leon." She told him gently, and with a reassuring tone that seemed natural for her.

Svana's features were tender, and soft in a way that someone who wants to heal should be. The pale pink of her eyes, and hair gave her a unique look while also creating warm beauty about her. Leon's people didn't sound quite so accepting of their healers, and it made Svana a little sad as she thought about it. How could anyone not see the importance of healers? "I don't understand..." she replied with a hint of confusion. "Healers are so necessary to building and maintaining a village, how could they not be seen as important?" Svana wasn't entirely sure if Leon could answer that question, but it was one she had none-the-less. His question made her warm smile widen as she moved closer to him, and showed a genuine interest in understanding the world he came from.

"Of sorts, yes. But, most decisions about our village are not made by me, and I'm not..." Svana visibly grew embarrassed suddenly. A blush crept up over her elegant cheeks as she hesitated to reply for a moment. "I'm not allowed to be courted by males." She explained, and brushed some stray locks of her pink hair back behind her right ear. It was a force of a habit when she was nervous about something. In that moment she wasn't entirely certain she could fully make an outsider understand why it was so important to her people that she remain pure. She looked away to try and calm herself down before she began to speak again. She cleared her throat, and smiled hesitantly. "Are you a leader among your people?"

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The magic Leon was most familiar with was weather magic, admittedly. Asking for favorable winds, divining the weather, and numerous other utilities... but even with that helping the ship he was on, the storm blindsided them. Still, seeing that magic could help them talk, he gave a quiet nod to her as Svana spoke more openly. "I didn't know you had magic like that. It certainly helps." he didn't sound upset---though perhaps he was a bit irritated at himself for thinking her less clever than she was, and he was already in her debt. "Healers help, but we have a different system of leadership. Where I come from, there are cities and places with a lot more people, and it becomes difficult governing them all. People need to be specialized in leadership. Though sometimes even then they are not the most ideal of leaders." His tone on that end sounded a little amused, but as she spoke about not being able to be courted by males, he gave a nod. "I imagine it has to do something with you being pure for your arts or something like that?"

When she asked if he was a leader, he shook his head. "I'm an explorer. I'm from a land to the east." At least if he was guessing right, it was east. "I'm part of a group of people who explore uncharted lands and document what we find there." There was a brief pause, as if he were contemplating something. "Normally we come offering trade, both in goods and knowledge. I'm no leader, just someone curious about the world and good at surviving on my own. Of course the woods and lands of my people are a far cry from the jungle you and yours live in. The weather is colder, too." He felt it best to be as honest with her as he could. Still, he couldn't find it in himself to say everything that he should have. "As you can see though we lack... the ears and tails that you and your people seem to have. You certainly look different from others back home." But he did not say so to insult her, she was certainly a beauty that would be one of a kind were she ever to head back to what he considered home.

"Your people." There was a brief pause as he sat upright a little more, resting against the tree as he was basically sitting upright, one hand gingerly against his injury in case it spiked in pain once more. "I do not know of them, but I would like to know more about them, too."


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Peter Morton clutched at the hole in his side, he could feel the blood running from the wound, his clawed hand covered in blood as he bought it closer to his face. The full moon shining light across it, showing that he was bleeding more than he thought. He sniffed the air, trying to see if he had finally lost them, they had been hunting him for weeks. Trying to kill him because of what he was, a werewolf. One of the goons had managed to hit him in the side with a bullet, thankfully it wasn't silver. These hunters knew what he was but that didn't mean they were smart about it.

Finally having lost them, he could feel the blood pumping to his side and then out of the wound matting his fur together, he was starting to get dizzy, his vision blurring. Looking forward he saw what looked like a city, one that he hoped he could find help in. Not many people had love for his kind, but that didn't mean everyone would try to kill him. He was going to bleed to death anyway, he had to do something. He stumbled his way into the town not seeing anyone as he came in.

He started to feel even worse as the time went by, he lost his balance a few times. Almost falling over, he looked up at a sign, barely able to read it now that said doctor. He reached his clawed hand up to knock but the blood lose hit him. He collapsed there on the porch leading up to the building. Blood still draining from his side as he breathed heavy, trying to stay conscious. He managed to reach a hand out and hit the door a few times before fully passing out.

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Having lived in the town for almost two hundred years, there was very little that surprised Lexi about the people and creatures that often passed through. This time though, the sight of a fully transformed werewolf on the doorstep of the clinic both shocked and worried her. The amount of blood the lycanthrope was losing would've been fatal for a human, let alone a lycan and she instantly rushed into action. Using her vampiric strength, she realized, was going to be the only way to get the wolf into the clinic without doing more damage than what was already there, so she quickly opened the double doors to the clinic and half carried the unconscious body inside. Using every ounce of her strength, she lifted the lycan up into the gurney, where she speedily donned some gloves and grabbed the tools needed to complete the extraction.

She could smell the type of bullet the hunters had used, and if she was honest the wolf was lucky to only have a single small gunshot wound on his abdomen, let alone be alive! She felt a surge of awe and astonishment at the sheer willpower it must be taking the beast to stay in the land of the living per se. Suddenly, there was a sound and Lexi instantly knew who it was. "You should be in bed little one," she said, not looking up from her impromptu patient. In the doorway, silhouetted by the moonlight was a little girl cuddling a teddy bear. She slowly stepped forward and looked over the furry beast that was on the gurney.

"I sawed you come in here with dat wolfie," she said. Lexi looked up at her and gave a bit of a smile, before looking back down to the wolf. "Well, if you're going to be here, you might as well help me. Grab me that kidney dish will you?" The little girl looked at where Lexi was pointing and hurried over to get it, before passing it over to the vampire. Lexi took it and used a pair of forceps to pluck out the bullet, before putting it in the kidney dish. "Thank you Lilly, now please go back to bed. You can come back and see the wolf later," she said. The little girl hugged her teddy closer and nodded. "Bye, bye Lexi," she said, before skipping out of the clinic and leaving the vampire to close up the wound.

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Peter was unconscious for the most part, only vaguely aware that he had been picked up, whoever it was had to be very strong, he could only feel on set of hands on him. As she began to dig for the bullet, he passed out again. His body doing so to stop him from having any more problems, a way to try and save itself. He had lost a lot of blood, even he was surprised he was still alive. If the town hadn't been close to where he got shot, or the bullet had been silver, the wouldn't have.

A few hours later he woke up with a brief moment of shook, taking a second to realize where he was, the moon was still out and he was still shifted fully into his werewolf form. The now stitched up hole in his side felt horrible, but at least he wasn't bleeding everywhere anymore. He didn't move very much, knowing that popping the stitches was a very real possibility with the fact that his muscles worked the way they did in this form. He tried to take a look around but he didn't see anyone at first. He then put his nose in the air and took a sniff, one scent hit him full force and confused him more than anything.

He could smell a vampire, nothing else except for the faint smell of a small girl. He said "I can smell you vampire, if you are here to kill me then get it over with, I am easy prey at the moment, I can't fight you off, I was shot by hunters, stupid ones, but still dangerous. I am tired of being hunted like a." He paused for a moment and then chuckled before saying "Well like a dog, do it while the doctor isn't here, or did you already take care of them? I hope not, they were nice enough to patch up a werewolf, and could be useful to all our kinds."

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She was putting the tools in the sterilization chamber when she heard the change in the wolf's breathing, a change that signifies that he was waking up. Staying in the darkness, for she didn't know whether he would go feral at seeing a vampire or not, she watched as he tried to look around and she was thankful that he didn't try to get up and rip his stitches. When he stated that she could kill him whilst he was at his weakest, frown lines appeared on her forehead and she stepped forward.

"I don't intend to kill you sir, in fact quite the opposite. Now do try and stay still, or you'll undo all of my hard work," she said, lightly pressing down on his shoulder. The look in her eyes was soft, concerned even for even though he was a werewolf, he was still a patient and almost three hundred and twenty eight years ago she took the Hippocratic oath to do no harm and preserve life in the best way that she could. Moving to where the wound was, she took a quick look at the stitches and was pleased to see that the wound was already healing. "You should be healed in a few hours, I would suggest that you get some rest. No harm will come to you here," she said, before walking back into the shadows.

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Peter watched her walk forward, confused at the fact that she had helped him, a wolf, he quickly got over that thought though, if he could change and hole himself away when he changed instead of rampaging through town, a vampire could too. "That is unusual, a vampire that saves people, I haven't seen one of those before, though I do thank you for saving my life, as it would seem you did. I just need to heal up and I will be on my way, I know that the people of this town can't be to happy that a big bad wolf stumbled through there town, I also won't risk exposing you as a vampire." He said. He knew his kind, a race of monsters that lived along with humans. Most of them never changed.

He fell asleep soon after he said he would leave when he was fully healed. He meant what he said, he had no interest in killing her or revealing that she was a vampire. He slept through the night and found himself back in his human form when he awoke the next day. He had been forced out of the cave he was hiding out in, so he had none of this clothes. He reached down and felt his side, feeling that the wound was healed now. He sat up and looked around, keeping the medical blanket wrapped around himself, he was naked after all and he didn't want to flash anyone. He said "Are you still here vampire?"

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Lexi simply smiled as he fell asleep and she continued to sterilize the tools that she had used on him. It wasn't because of what he was that she was doing this, in fact she actually meticulously cleaned and sterilized each and every tool no matter who the patient was. That was why none of the humans who lived in the town had died of anything but old age. Well, a few had died before she'd arrived in the town, but she now knew how to treat most illnesses, and those she couldn't treat, she simply gave the humans a slight blood transfusion and kept an eye on them until her blood was out of their system.

She'd just finished writing up the paperwork when she heard his voice again. Standing from her chair, she moved out of her office and found that due to the absence of the moon, he'd transformed back into his human form and boy was he a sight to behold. Were she human, she knew that she'd be blushing about now and if one knew her well, they would know that when she were human, she would bite her lip whilst blushing, a habit she kept during her own transformation. Plastering a reassuring smile upon her lips, she walked up to the werewolf and looked him over.

"Do you call all supernatural creatures by their species, or am I just special?" She asked, poking and prodding at the area around where the scar was. Each time she poked and prodded, she asked if the area hurt. It was a standard procedure that she followed whether her patient was human or not.

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Peter watched as she came over and started poking around the wound in his side, telling her the truth, that it didn't hurt that bad but putting pressure on it still didn't feel good, he was sore more than anything. "I am sorry about that, I don't mean to sound rude, it is just our kinds don't have the best track record with each other. Most of the time we don't take the time to learn each others names before claws and teeth start flying. I would like to know the name of my savior? Also the second thing I would like to know, and probably the more pressing matter, do you have anything I can put on? While I have no problem walking around naked that isn't exactly something you do in the middle of town." He said as he watched the vampire.

She was pretty, more pretty than he had expected her to be, the dress she was wearing showed off her body well enough without being to much. Her eyes held something in them, that while he couldn't put his finger on them, made him like them a lot. Her hair was a exquisite color and he found himself staring at it, getting reminded of someone from his past. "Also the third question and the one I am hopping you don't find very rude and kick me out. You don't stink of blood, not even old blood, well that isn't my own. Do you not feed like the rest of your kind?" He asked her.

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Lexi smiled and then did a little curtsy, before looking back up and into his eyes. "My name is Alexandrine LaRouge III, but you can call me Lexi," she said. She once again bit her bottom lip when he said about clothes and she gave a slight nod, but when he asked his third and final question, the smile was almost wiped off of her face as haunting memories came back to her. Lightly, she shook her head to clear those memories and once again gave him a smile.

"I make a point to not feed like those of my kind. I guess you can say I'm what the author Stephanie Meyer called a 'Vegetarian Vampire', in that I only drink the blood of pigs," she said. She didn't need to admit that she actually had a bloodthirsty past, and the amount of people she had hurt in the few years before she found that pigs blood was pretty much the same as human blood, just with less fat. Kind of like how Tofu is to a vegan.

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Peter smiled when she told him what her name was, it sounded like a old name, but most vampires lived for a very long time. He said "My name is Peter Morton, most people just call me by my last name. I am fine with either honestly and will answer to either one." He saw the change come over her face and he knew from the way she looked that he shouldn't have asked that question. He had bought up one of the few subjects he shouldn't have. He would remember that for the next time.

"I am glad to hear that, you don't feed on people anymore I mean. I have taken to making myself go deep into caves, far away from humans when I transform. I don't want to hurt any more people than I already have in my past." He said as he looked around the room. It was a simple doctors office, good enough for probably the light work she had to do around in a town this small. She was good at her job that was for sure, his side would probably forever have a scar to show just how well she had done.

He then looked back at her and said "Now about those clothes? I am not sure I should stay in town long, that hunting group will be looking for me. I would like to have at least something on when I go out of town, that way I can survive through the night without having to steal anything. I hate having to do that." He said. He was finding it hard to cover himself with the bloody sheet he had been laying on. He was making do though until he could find some clothes.

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Lexi looked at him and smiled again, before nodding and holding up a finger. "Clothes, I'll be back in a second," she said. Using her vampire speed, she zipped along to the clothes store and let herself in, before grabbing a pair of underwear, a pair of pants and a plain black top along with some socks and some shoes. Once she'd gotten all of that, she actually rang it through and paid for the clothing, before zipping back to the clinic. It may have taken her longer than she said, but at least it was faster than what a human would have been.

Once back at the clinic, she placed the clothes in a pile next to a privacy screen and pointed to it. "You can change behind here if you're so inclined. Most of my patients seem to like privacy when dressing or undressed. Lord knows why, since I've been around long enough to see all shapes and sizes," she said, shaking her head with a slight chuckle.

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Peter was about to say what sizes he needed when she zipped off away with that speed all vampires had. He chuckled for a moment before sitting back down and waiting for her to get back. As he waited he took a look around, his eyes looking for every detail he could find in the room. There wasn't much, but I guess that was to be expected when dealing with a vampire that was being a doctor for everyone in a small town. He stood up when she came back in and watched her put the pile of clothes next to the screen.

"I don't see a point in it either, I usually just do it like that as a way to be nice to the other person. If you don't mind though then what is the point." He said. He let the sheet fall down and he walked over to the pile of clothes. She had gotten all the right sizes, I guess it was to be expecting having the good eye she did. His legs were a little harrier than most but that was part of being a werewolf, you had extra body hair. His cock was semi hard, a fact that he didn't try to hide at all as he pulled the underwear up and over himself. The bulge that now sat snug was at least 6 inches long already and that wasn't even fully hard. As he pulled the rest of the clothes on he looked up at her and said "There will be another full moon tonight, I think it might be best if I find another place to hole up in, I don't want to hurt any of these folks when I turn."

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Lexi listened to what he said about his transformation and she thought for a few seconds. "There's a basement at the inn that I run, it's secluded and you won't hurt anyone either. I can adapt it so that there's chains or bars if you want. And you may wish to try Wolfsbane Tea. I've heard it helps calm the wolf during transformations," she said, using her vampire speed to change the sheets on the gurney.

It wouldn't take too long for her to convert the basement of the inn to a safe and secure place for the werewolf to transform in, and as long as she made sure that nobody went down there during the full moon, Well it was as safe a place as a cave or whatever, probably safer actually if e decided against the wolfsbane tea.

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Peter watched her as she changed the sheets and he smiled before saying "Yeah the basement would be far better, No matter what though I wouldn't advise anyone come down there with me, or end up walking in. It could go badly for them even with the Wolfsbane Tea. I used to be able to afford it, back when I was still working as a sheriff but then I got ran out of town. I take odd jobs here and there but there wasn't anything steady enough to keep affording the tea. Also once you ask for it, people get what you are pretty quickly and usually tell everyone else."

He watched her work and he looked up at her, studying her for a moment before saying "Well you sure are helping me, is there anything I can do to pay you back for all of this? Because I know this cost you money. I have about fifteen dollars on me but that is about it. so I would rather do some work for you to pay you back if I can." He looked over at a pitcher of water she had sitting out. He walked over to it and picked it, pouring him a glass before sitting down. The water tasted good to him and was cool on his throat. His stomach grumbling loudly, "I think I might also need to eat before I transform, that also helps calm the wolf." He said.

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Lexi smiled and nodded. "Well, I have a friend who is due in town in the next few hours, so I'll ask her to brew you some Wolfsbane tea. As for your food, come with me," she said, making her way out of the clinic where people were just starting to wake up.

"Mornin' Miss Lexi," An older man said. Though he was nowhere near her, he was in fact on his porch a few buildings down from the clinic. See everyone in the town knew about what Lexi was, and though at first they didn't trust her it became clear after a few years of nobody being hurt, and her actually helping people, that she was no threat to them. Lexi lifted up her hand and waved. "Good morning Mr. James. How's the leg?" She called. Mr. James said that his leg was feeling much better, and he thanked her before going back into his house where his wife was just beginning to make breakfast.

Lexi took Peter to where the farm was. There were a variety of different animals on the farm, sheep, cattle, dairy cattle, pigs, chickens, geese and ducks, as well as other fowl. It was a real working farm, but because the town had no machinery (a fact that Lexi was all too glad about), everything was done the old way. Everything from raising the beef cattle, to milking the cows, to making bread and cheese was all done by hand.