A Romp in the Trees (Sawyer and Taylor)

[Sawyer Cooper]

Forest... too dirty for you? If it is, we can spend the night at my place or... home.

Damn, she sure was persistent. Sawyer's ears flickered forward as a dark curiosity touched his gaze. What if he came right out and said it, that whatever love she felt for him was unrequited? Would she break and meet this declaration with force? Would her newfound and strong emotion shift from passion to rage, directed then into burying her teeth in his entrails? He wondered, twisted thoughts peppering his mind for a prolonged moment.

Well, you do look sleepy to me. It will still be a great night under the stars. It will be also free from prying eyes.

Sawyer sighed softly, raising his gaze to the darkening sky. Some part of him could feel the tidal wave of foreboding that was sure to come. For now it just lingered on the beach, tugging forcefully at the tide; a sign only a few had the observation necessary to note. He dropped his massive muzzle and gazed back at Taylor's twinkling gaze. In his own eyes, there was still the dark curiosity; wondering and indecisive.

I have always had many dreams and wishes to spend my time with someone that catches my soul in his embrace. I have never met someone that meets my lonely soul, except today. You have captured my soul, Sawyer.

And that was it. She had gone too far, and Sawyer had to put an end to it. Where had she pulled all this passion from? Surely he hadn't led her on in any way, right? Sawyer snorted snidely, before pulling away from Taylor's affectionate tongue. He gazed at her, making sure to drain all emotion from his chocolate orbs, leaving them empty brown abysses, impenetrable and incapable of being misinterpreted. A soul can not be encaptured, Taylor. He began, his voice on the edge of a warning. Only imprisoned. He wouldn't be blunt and tell her that the love she felt for him wasn't mutual; but he hoped she'd get the message that he refused to be imprisoned, and was, by no means, a warden to her own confinement. His bottomless gaze prodded Taylor's, urging her to understand. He was just being friendly, not seeking anything beyond a simple companionship.

[Taylor Della]

Taylor watched Sawyer with eyes that are full of emotions. Her amber eyes blinked here and there with interest sparking in their depths. She saw Sawyer looking upward before staring at her with intensity. After a while, he seemed to show slight anger.

Taylor's ears started to droop at the harsh words that Sawyer said to her. "Okay, I guess...your right." she said a bit sadly before taking two steps back. Her head ducked down to stare at the leafy ground of the forest. "I understand. If you don't want to spend time with me...fine." her eyes slightly narrowed at Sawyer before she wheeled around. Her tail drooped, so did her ears to show her sadness.

She walked about 20 feet before sitting down and sending a very loud sigh. She placed her head upon her fore paws as she gazed sadly into the distance as she held a very soft whimper. Her eyes held her sadness as she blinked at the forest as a few tears slid down her gray and white cheeks. (Maybe, I will never find another handsome werewolf for a while.) she thought to herself as she buried her wet, wolf nose into her soft, furry paws.

[Sawyer Cooper]

Okay, I guess... you're right. I understand. If you don't want to spend time with me...fine.

It took a tremendous amount of effort not to roll his eyes as Taylor turned from him, padding away sullenly; ears and tail drooped in a pathetic image of sadness. He should have torn her apart upon meeting and saved himself this trivial annoyance. This was precisely why he fathomed the idea of relationships. He was not a man of soul-felt devotion and compassion; he had no empathy for the silly, disposable emotions of those around him. In truth, he was much more suited for bars and loose hook-ups, not sob stories and pity games.

And so Sawyer's true colors were beginning to show; the temporary pale shade of rare kindness finally fading to reveal the inky blackness that was his absence of care. A dark, twisted grin tugged at the werewolf's muzzle and the sharp gleam of amusement touched his chocolate brown orbs. With slow, measured movements, the werewolf padded to where Taylor was laying, his body swaying rhythmically from side to side, and a frightening hum buzzing in his chest.

Gazing down at the female, Sawyer noted the tears that darkened the neutral-toned fur of her cheeks. His grin widened in the slightest, lips tugging over his long, lethal fangs. He chuckled dangerously, before leaning down and drawing his tongue across the dark streaks of salty fur. Foolish little girl. He snorted, his voice leaning more toward a growl than comfort. Suddenly he nudged the female with his muzzle, a gesture that lacked the affectionate kindness of earlier motions. His gaze sharpened, and his lips fell into a snarl. He nudged her again, fiercely attempting to coax Taylor to her paws. You are a wolf. We do not submit to emotion like beaten little pups. Get to your paws and stop your pathetic pouting!

[/i] His eyes adopted a sharpness that could shoot daggers, and his hackles began to rise slowly.The sadness that binds you so, is nothing more than a minor scruple of your mind, hindering you from excellence! His fur bristled drastically and Sawyer continued to straighten out his posture, growing taller and taller so that he seemed to loom over Taylor.

You are a wolf! He repeated darkly, the growl ripping from his throat with power and assertiveness. Power lies in tooth and claw, not in the mind or heart![/i][/b] Adrenaline and excitement spiked his gaze, and his snarl fell into a dangerous, almost insane-looking grin. Now, if you are so damn hurt, then prove it! Don't just lay there and accept pain; attack me! Convince me you deserve to be called a wolf! He chuckled again, loud and sharply. Saliva clung to his fangs, dripping from his mouth and lending him a crazed, wild-animal appearance.[/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Taylor Della]

Taylor snarled as her fur stood up on her back. "I try to stay as a human as can be. I WAS a human long ago when I was about 12 years is then a big bad wolf, much similar to yourself, destroyed my life with a single bite to the leg!" she growled deep inter chest. "AND... I don't hurt werewolves. I never fought, unless I really need to. So, NO, I am not fighting you to show who I am. I rather hold a peaceful conversation." she lashed her tail a bit. She snarled loudly again as she snap her powerful jaws at Sawyer. "If you want a fight. Then, I will never seek you again. I will likely ignore your calls when I hear them again." her ears pinned themselves to her head, before she wheeled around quickly and trotted off into the forest.

The underbrush smack into her angled face as her paws took her farther and farther way from Sawyer. Her souled made an oath to ignore him in the future, once he calls out for help or for friendship. Maybe, she will allow him as a friend if he apologizes to her ears and soul. Her gray and white pelt started to look mangy, wild and dirty as mud, leaves and other forest things got tangled in her fur. "I hate you and I hate you more then ever right now!" she sent a lonely howl into the night with hatred upon her face. The female werewolf quickly shifted into her human form, which kept running. Her amber eyes found her clothes and quickly dressed in sweats, a gray shirt and tied her blond hair in a ponytail.

Taylor quickly found a path and wind itself farther to the outside of the forest. Her face held a lifeless and dazed look to it, as her bare feet lead her farther away. She really thought of what happened and sighed as he looked at the dirt path that weaved throughout the forest before she stared up at the sky.

(( You need to do something before she stumbles upon some trouble, which is lurking closer and closer to her. ))

[Sawyer Cooper]

I try to stay as a human as can be. I was a human long ago when I was about twelve years is then a big bad wolf, much similar to yourself, destroyed my life with a single bite to the leg! And... I don't hurt werewolves. I never fought, unless I really need to. So, no, I am not fighting you to show who I am. I rather hold a peaceful conversation. If you want a fight. Then, I will never seek you again. I will likely ignore your calls when I hear them again.

Sawyer's large, feathery tail cut the air with swaying strokes as Taylor spoke. It was an effort not to cruelly laugh as she trotted away from him. Did she expect him to give chase? Follow her around like a lovesick puppy? Pah, women; always running. This entire predicament had just been a major waste of his time. All he wanted was to go home, scrub away the senseless dirt of his day, and slip into the warm embrace of his bed; alone and content. He had just begun to turn toward the direction of Crossroads, preparing to do just that, when something much like a conscience began to prick at his darkened mind.

The telepathic tie between him and Taylor had been severed, which only meant she had changed. Sawyer heaved his heavy shoulders in a sigh, before shaking his massive head back and forth with annoyance. A pacifist woman in the forest, alone at night, wandering around with thoughts muddled by grief? How brainless could this werewolf be? Sawyer's paws did not move toward town. His mind screamed at him to go home, that he didn't care about Taylor's well-being. And yet, the idea of leaving her dazed and alone in a dangerous forest... just didn't sit right with him.

A snarl ripped through the werewolf's lethal fangs, and he spun himself around, darting off into the trees after Taylor. His accurate, phenomenal sense of tracking made difficulty impossible as he followed her scent. Stray branches and fronds whipped at his snout and ears, but he simply disregarded the minuscule stings. With her being in her human form as well, not much time had elapsed before the male werewolf caught up with her.

Sawyer leaped at Taylor with his long forelegs outstretched, phasing into his human form mid-leap. Before the woman had time to object, he wrapped his strong arms around her and hugged her close to his naked body. He hadn't taken the necessary precaution to insure a change of clothes, nor was he much discomforted by his own nudity. "The forest is a dangerous place for a pacifist werewolf, little lamb." Her whispered softly into her ear, the earlier sharpness of his voice toned to a gentle, comforting hum.

He knew she'd demand an apology, a request Sawyer would never sate. But perhaps Taylor would see the entire act of him returning to her instead of leaving, as an apology in itself; return his warm embrace with forgiveness. Or maybe she'd pound her delicate fists against his chest with hate, pry herself away and run. With a ginger sigh, Sawyer closed his eyes and hugged her more tightly, yet ever softly.

[Taylor Della]

Taylor kept trampling onward on the path. Her bare-feet felt the softness of the ground. Her blondish curls moved at each step. Taylor have nasty thoughts bubbling in her mind about the male werewolf, Sawyer. The female werewolf hates how the male snapped. Her face held a snarled look to it.

She bellow a loud growl, which still has a wolf behavior to it, as she felt the hands on her. Taylor muffled a bark of anger before sighing angrily and angrily. Taylor turned to Sawyer, "Oh." is all she thought of. "Sawyer...um. Your...nude." she pointed at his form. "You should be in your wolf form or find an outfit. People will not like looking at nude people on a stroll" she said with a soft giggle.

Her chest was then squeezed even more. She gasped, "Sawyer...your gonna suffocate...me." she muffled slightly. She then easily slid from his grasp. "So, why did you...?" she asked before she heard a snap of a branch.

She paused as her amber eyes looked around before her senses told her danger is coming near her and Sawyer. Her hand, touching Sawyer's body, gripped his shoulder with anger in her eyes. "We are being hunted." she muttered.

[Sawyer Cooper]

"Oh. Sawyer...um. Your...nude. You should be in your wolf form or find an outfit. People will not like looking at nude people on a stroll."

What was so discomforting about nudity? It was what nature had intended wasn't it, before humans went off and invented the horrid idea of 'clothing'? Besides, what possible bypasser would object in a peek at his body? More like they better consider themselves damn near blessed! Sawyer just chuckled softly, deciding not to voice these thoughts. Nor did he seem too worried about concealing himself, though.

"Sawyer... your gonna suffocate... me." Taylor slid from his embrace, but Sawyer still had a ginger hold of her hands. His gaze prodded her face softly, and the werewolf tried to pepper his chocolate orbs with overtones of, seemingly genuine, apology. "So, why did you..." The quick, harsh sound of a snapping branch interrupted her speech and stole Sawyer's attention. His head whipped toward the sound, his eyes narrowed into tiny shards of calculating ice. If he were in his wolf form, ears would be pricked forward and alert, his hackles would be raised, and his lip would be twitching over lethal fangs. Instead, his human muscles just tensed, readying themselves for a phase or confrontation, and his hands squeezed Taylor's. The urge to protect her loomed over him like a thick, puffy cloud; preparing to release the thick, flooding rain of redemption. One of her hands escaped his grip and found his shoulder. "We are being hunted."

No more than a handful of moments passed after these words, when two shapeshifters stepped from their concealment in the thick trees. They were both male, dressed in warm clothing. Sawyer could feel their supernatural aura radiating with malice, and the distinct scent of their race assaulted his nose, reminding him briefly of Serena. The two shifters stood side by side. They looked nearly identical in appearance, so he assumed they were related, twins even.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" One of them spoke, a twisted grin tugging at the corners of his lip. His gaze was cold and mingled with interest. His brother was eying Taylor with an eyebrow raised, gaze swimming with darker intent. "The male should be easily dispatched, but shall we save the female for a little fun?" His voice was confident, and his brother rewarded the question with a sick cackle.

Sawyer felt the warm hate blossom in his chest, grow and grow until the urge to rip these shifters apart dominated his mind. He stepped away from Taylor and toward the shifters. "Over my dead body." He growled through gritted teeth, his body starting to tremble with the rage that would eventually cue his phase. A satisfied grin broke across one of the men's faces, and he cackled once more. "Precisely."

And in a single, prolonged moment, all three men had shifted. An explosion of growls and snarls sliced through the air. Sawyer's massive form huffed with rage, his hackles raised and his lip curled over his teeth in a deadly grin. The two shifters stood side by side, both choosing the huge form of tigers; one the typical ginger color, the other white. Sawyer glanced at Taylor quickly, wondering what she would do. He didn't think she would be much of a fighter, so he initially hoped that she would find safety while he tore these two into pieces. Yet curiosity managed to prickle his toes, as he waited for her to react. To flee or fight.

[Taylor Della]

Taylor huffed at the chuckles Sawyer sent at her. She sort of rolled her eyes at him before caught sight of the two male shifters. "They are surely rowdy and want a little fight." she huffed again. She turned to Sawyer, "I rather be with you and yeah... You more then those jerks." she flirted softly.

The female supernatural turned to the shifters again who start to threaten. Her nose bunched up in a scowl in anger. She doesn't like their words toward Sawyer and him. She felt a loud growl grow louder and louder into her chest. Taylor's eyes even started to narrow as her bare feet needed the dirt path with rage. She just wanted to kill or chase these numb-skulls away.

She listened onward and scowled another time. The female werewolf felt Sawyer's anger building up and also felt her anger building up in her body. Taylor knew she will join in the fight once Sawyer starts the faze and fight. She fought down her wolf that started to show in her eyes and teeth slowly started to sharpen.

After a few minutes passed, she saw all of the male faze into animal forms. Shifters took two tiger forms as Sawyer went into his wolf form. Her eyes caught Sawyer's curiosity and smiled. In a rapid movement, her form ripped out of her. "Oh well. There goes my dress." she seemed to laugh at the sentence. Her wolf head turned to Sawyer, "We work together. Then, we can have a romp." she nosed Sawyer before facing the two fierce tigers. "Oh, you are just punny kittens. You don't really scare me at all." she teased. "Come here...kitty, kitty, kitty. Let's have some fun." she chuckled as she needed the ground with her paws as she let out a growl and snarl through her huge, sharp teeth. "I always think that cats are scared of huge dogs." she teased again as she nudged Sawyer. "Let's have some fun, handsome." she eyed Sawyer with a flirty wink, before waiting for his cue for the fight.

[Sawyer Cooper]

A smirk tugged at Sawyer's maw as Taylor phased beside him, bracing for a fight. 'Oh well, there goes my dress. We work together. Then we can have a romp.' The male werewolf shook his massive head with a snort, adrenaline coursing through his veins, shortening his temper and heightening his hunger for conflict. He yearned to feel the flesh of these shape-shifters split and rip between his lethal jaws. Taylor pressed her nose into his fur, and it took all of the werewolf's will-power to choke back a growl. Affection, in the face of a fight? How ridiculous. The haughty male just rolled his chocolate-brown eyes, hackles ever-rising as he sized the two tigers up.

'Oh, you are just puny kittens. You don't really scare me at all. Come here... kitty, kitty, kitty. Let's have some fun. I always think that cats are scared of huge dogs.'

Sawyer couldn't help but feel a tingle of annoyance twinge in the corner of his mind. When it came down to challenges, what good was taunts and words? Besides, Taylor was a werewolf; Sawyer could hear her thoughts, but the shapeshifters could not. So, just like gestures of affection, talk was utterly useless; a hindrance to the real action. Taylor turned back to him, the hint of a flirt lining her telepathic voice as she spoke. 'Let's have some fun, handsome.'

Hadn't he just set her straight less than a half hour ago? What was with her persistent attempt at allure? Heaving his shoulders in an impatient huff, Sawyer's eyes glinted dangerously. Part of him figured that, with Taylor, he'd be running in non-stop circles; her madly in love with him, him telling her straight, her pissed, him consoling, and then back to the beginning. It would soon grow tiresome. Shaking off such thoughts, Sawyer's lips twitched into a fearsome snarl, and he stepped forward.

The white tiger stepped forward to face the werewolf, and Sawyer felt satisfaction flood his chest; it was the confident, haughty one whom had assumed he'd be easy to dispatch. He'd prove him wrong. With a yowl, the shifter threw himself at the wolf, and Sawyer let himself be consumed by his hunger, give into his instincts. The two massive forms rolled around in the dirt, wrestling for dominance. Sawyer could feel fierce claws digging into his thick pelt, drawing deep gashes of scarlet into his body, but the pain was numbed by his adrenaline and simply disregarded. There, Sawyer had an advantage; where a werewolf had a thick, protective pelt, a tiger's main feature was camouflage, glossy and sleek. Lethal fangs snapped shut around the tiger's leg as Sawyer managed to pin the white beast down, paws planted firmly on his shoulders. Digging his fangs deep into the limb, canines meeting bone, he twisted the tiger's leg viciously. An enraged, pain-filled yowl was the werewolf's reward, as well as a sickening snap. Shapeshifters didn't heal like werewolves did.

Leaping from the tiger, who was now thrashing around in agony, Sawyer whipped his massive head to face Taylor and the other tiger, seeing how she was faring. Warm gore dripped from his muzzle, tugged into a taut snarl, lethal fangs gleaming with the crimson of his victim.

[Taylor Della]

Once she Sawyer and the shifter start fighting, her hair stood on end. With a huge growl and snarl, her paws leaped at the other shifter. Snapped at the shifter with yowled as Taylor's teeth met a front paw. The female werewolf felt herself smile at the satisfied crack of a bone breaking. That will hurt and take a year to recover. she purred as she took a step.

She saw the shifter stagger to his feet. Her eyes sparked with hunger as the shifter scrabbled to his feet before doing a strange leap at her. Yet again, Taylor and the tiger fought. Sharp teeth met her shoulder which made her mutter a whimper as the shifter met his target. Dang, that hurt. Your gonna pay a price, mister. Taylor barked before doing a throaty growl. Leaping and meeting in combat, she fought to find the weak spots. She felt her claws meeting stomach and smiled as she left a gash develop under her right front paw. The shifter screamed before leaping away to fall into a heap of tiger and fur.

She saw the tiger shifter stagger and snarl at her with a threat. She growled a warning to the threat and lashed her tail as the tiger went to his friend or brother. Taylor really did not care about the shifters, before wincing as her wounds healed quickly. The female werewolf turned to Sawyer and smiled again at him. How are ya? she asked as her eyes traveled over the huge, male werewolf. Her eyes blinked as she stood beside Sawyer and nosed him again.

She huffed at the narrowed glances that she felt from the tiger shifter that nosed his twin. Taylor lashed her bushy tail and stepped in front of Sawyer. Her eyes narrowed as readied to fight to protect Sawyer with her life. If those shifters come, I will tear them into pieces not matter what. she snarled.