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I'm the wolf, I'm the one you want...
just one kiss, yes, from my lips, rake your soul over burning coals...
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Created on 2012-02-03 21:15:23 (#1480322), never updated
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| Name: | imthekillerwolf |
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| Birthdate: | Mar 26 |
His people were the last of the ancient werewolves, a race with roots in the Bayou where a voodoo witch cursed an unfaithful lover. Elan was the son of the pack leader, a powerful alpha, already very old when he first saw her...the human girl with the flame red hair, calling to him with her scent. In the blood and in the flesh, he found his first mate. Aware of his nature, she bound herself to him through the magic of the loa. Making a gris gris with pieces of his hair in both his forms and offerings of her blood, she shared his long life, and lived with him in peace...until the day she died.
So began the Hood legacy, to each generation a match was born for him. Unable to let go the woman he loved, always he returned to her line to take a mate. Always, she bore the red hair of his first, and always she was marked by a scent he couldn't resist, a yearning for her flesh that left him mad with animal lust until his need could be satisfied. Through the generations, the story was passed down, but changed with every telling. The gris gris found its way into a vintage locket never meant to open, and in the tales his true nature was forgotten.
So it came to pass that he was forced to hide from his lovers, guarding his true nature and meeting them only when the moon was not full. He was successful, for a time...until he was discovered and shunned. His lover divorced herself from the power of the gris gris and swore to use it to destroy him. Time passed, and she began to age, but had not yet found the means to unmake him with his own gift of magic.
So she called her granddaughter, Lilith, to visit her...to warn her, to pass the legacy of vengeance on to a new generation.
She didn't know that Elan would see her on her journey, that he would know her...that he would take her and with the magic of his pack, bind her to him blood and soul. His now elderly former lover did not realize that when Lilith Hood gave herself to him, tasted of his blood and flesh, and took the gris gris into her hands that she would belong to him always.
For the rest of her unnaturally long life, her body would answer to him before all others...and if it took him until the end of time itself, Elan swore that with her body, he would lay claim to her heart and soul as well.
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