A wolf among Sheep

[sayriel]

Sayriel walked all around the grounds of the castle before heading towards the stables, the horse were afraid of her of course so she steered clear of the buildings and ended up leaning on a fence near a pasture of sheep.
The chubby animals were always the most stupid in Sayriel’s mind, for even when they smelled the scent of wolf upon her, they still came and nudged their wet nose’s through the fence to see if she was going to feed them.

Kneeling down so she was face to face with the sheep she reached out and touched one of their noses, the hair around it soft like velvet she had once touched in a shop.
“Your stupid!” she whispered at the animal. “If Nicolas had not been so kind, I would already be ripping the flesh from your belly and coating my tongue with your blood.” She told the animal before flicking a finger across its nose to scare it away.

She was starving! The sight of the animals just made her mouth water and she thought for a moment that perhaps coming down here was a mistake, as she looked at all the sheep wandering over to where she stood.
Her claws extended enough to dig into the wooden fence as she stood there, “Shit” she whispered as she reached up and wiped her face hard of its fine misting sweat that was covering her skin.

She knew better then to let her hunger get so far along that even the castle’s livestock was at risk. She lifted her eyes to the sky above her, its blueness not impressive to her and then she howled, loud and long for the night to hurry up and get there.
Her sad howl would carry upon the wind but she cared little for those who heard it, she was close enough to the forbidden forest to blame it on some animal in there. Looking back at the sheep they all stood around her, chewing lazily and being as stupid as ever.

A man stood across the field from where she was and she heard his loud whistle, she watched as the sheep turned and left her to walk their wide Asses toward him. “Bloody Shepard’s always spoil the fun of a wolf.” She growled.
She was about to turn and leave when she noticed one sheep grazing near by, not paying any attention to the shepard or her, she narrowed her eyes and glanced once more to the man in the distance.
He was to far to see her clearly and she could out run him easily, walking over to the sheep she put her hand on his thick wool covered back, "Your about to eat your last blade of grass." she whispered, a smirk upon her lips. Moving with the speed of any predator she grabbed the sheep and with strenght she didn't look like she had she hauled it up on her shoulders and took off at a run, heading for a small cluster of trees to eat in privacy. Its baying crys soon stilled in its throat as she grabbed its under neck and shoved her claws into its windpipe, blood soiled its white wool and ran down her arm, staining her sleeve. Once in side the woods she wasted little time changing her form and ripping the flesh from the animal with her thick canines. Like any hungry animal, she didn't stop to lick or clean herself, she ripped the pink flesh from its belly and swallowed it in large gulps, her belly was all she cared about at the moment.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas hummed softly to himself as he walked slowling towards the shepards fields. Whistling hoarsely he called out for his small lamb. "Marrie! Come here girl! Where are you? Marrie?" Nicolas furrowed his brow in confusion, his deep brown eyes quickly scanning the vast fields for his small pet.

He'd had Marrie ever since the poor lamb's mother had passed on at the babies child birth and something tugged at his protective instincts towards it. It had reminded him of Kayla and his mother in a way and he had vowed ever since that day to watch over the small female.

Beginning to jog, his white clothing slung losely over his lean build, he headed in the direction of the rock which usually sat his small, fluffy prize. His eyes widened in fear as he came to a dead stop and noticed the shredded wool. "Something isn't right..." He growled, his eyes narrowing to cat like slits as his senses kicked in. Ever since his childhood he'd had this feline aura about him and he wasn't afraid to use it to his besst advantage.

Sniffing out an unfamiliar scent to his fields he took off at a lightning quick pace. His figure was blurred as he bolted along with the wind as it carried the smell towards the forbidden forest.

He came to a horrified stop at the sight before him. There, as clear as day was a wolfe, tearing hungrilly at the flesh of his poor little Marrie. A scream of horror tore past his lips, his slight femininity which made his attraction to men he suposed, kicked in and he began to sob, throwing his body at the wolfe, his damaged arm throbbing from where Fletcher had tore open the skin and through the muscles mere days ago. "You beast! Stop it! Stop it!" He screamed, beating at the wild animal as his own animal instincts set in and he was on the immediate attack.

[sayriel]

Sayriels head snapped up, her right ear catching on the exposed ribs of the sheep she was quickly gutting with her sharp teeth, the shrilled cry startling her as she looked up to see Nicolas standing over her.
Her eyes widened seconds before he threw himself over her and the carcass and began to beat on her small body with his fists.

She yelped out loudly as she tried to get from under him, her claws digging into the soft ground. She yelped several times as his fists pounded against her tender sides, finally she managed to scramble from under him and bolted away.

Only to stop several feet from him and turn to look at where he lay draped over the sheep. Her muscles quivered with fear and her ears pressed flat against her flat head as she stood there staring at him with wide eyes.

She lowered her head so that he would not find her threating in this form, she couldn't speak so she gave him the best she could, she whined.
A long sad whine before she laid down, her belly pressed against the grass, her muzzle stained with blood lowered till her chin touched the grass.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas sobbed as he clutched at the broken and torn body of his young lamb. "My beautiful little Marrie. Oh my baby, I'm so sorry. I should have protected you." Nicolas' voice cracked unattractively and his nose ran as tears pursued after one another down his pink cheeks.

He craddled her morbidly sabotaged form against his chest, stroking at the soft, blood dampened fur. His eyes were red pools of swollan pain as he looked up. Brown eyes cast themselves upon the whining form of the wolfe and all he could manage to choke out was a heartbroken, "Why?"

He shook his head as more tears fell from his eyes, the sobs catching in his throat and making his full body tremble in loss. He mourned over the loss of the baby lamb before gently heaving her to the ground, standing upon shaky legs to walk timidly towards the wolfe.

His hand reached out and then recalled in fear. His eyes widened in horror as he recognized the hiden musk beneath the scent of wet dog and copper. Biting his trembling lip he moaned in grief and stroked the fur with a bloodied hand, feeling the softness beneath his creamy skin.

"You shouldn't have done this Sayriel. It wasn't wise or smart. You should have told me you were hungry and I would have fed you. Next time you feel an ache within your stomach, come to me or leave. That is my final plea for you." His voice was a soft whisper, just as light as his hand upon her fur, yet held conviction and truth.

Chiking back a sob and swallowing the lump within his throat, he bent and hugged the wolfe close, hoping beyond hope that this was all just a nightmare. He did infact know that death occured and for wolves, sheep were the perfect prey, yet it still stung and he truly wished more than anything that he could have somehow prevented this. It only he'd fed Sayriel...

[sayriel]

No animal in this world felt as rotten as Sayriel did at this moment, his arms embraced her, his tears dripped upon her fur and turned cold as they ran and touched the protected skin under it.
She looked across at the animal she had feast on and wished she could go back hours and not chosen that single one. She pulled her head out between his arms and backed away from Nicolas.

She whined once more sadly as she shifted forms, her bones snapped loudly and her flesh ripped as she shifted to stand up right.
Her bones mending and skin healed as she stood before Nicolas who still was kneeling on the ground. "You take no blame for this Master Cashel, it was all my doing. I am sorry I chose the animal you seemed so fond of. But I do not relied on you to feed me, when I have done so for myself all these years." She told him.
"I will take the punishment you set forth without a single protest." she said with a large sigh, as she had not changed at all it seemed, for trouble haunted her no matter where she called home it seemed. "But I ask you to answer me this...how did you know it was I?" she asked him,curious about this.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas sniffed before wiping the tears from his eyes. "I have no punishment for you other than to ban you from the fields for a weeks time. It is listed within the castle rules that no harm is to come to any of the livestock. You're punishment shall be confined every else." His eyes were dry and he was back in his business like manner, the pain throbbing within his chest yet he believed it was more the surprise that had shocked him and not as much so the death of his beloved pet.

He thought about her question of how he'd known it to be her for less than a quarter of an instant before replying casually, a slight hiccup in his voice still from the early tears, "You have a smell to you. I've always had keen senses and I picked up on your individual scent almost instantly. It's a slight feminine musk, and no matter how many layers it may be hidden beneath of different odors and smells, it is there and detectable with the right adjustment of the senses."

He turned around and stared heart brokenly down at the dead animal before whistling into the forest sharply. He took Sayriel's hand and dragged her out of the thicket as fast as his wobbly legs would take him. "I've called Soleil. If he were to see you he would most definitely try to kill you for he loves all the animals within my fields. That's probably why Marrie didn't run from you; she's -was used to the constant pressence of fletcher whose indeed a werewolfe and Soleil, who is more a vampire than you could ever truly immagine." He led hre away from the forest and dropped her hand, placing his hands on his hips, a brow quirked in question. "I expect you will follow your grounding from the fields responisbly? If you do indeed come back here than it shall be two weeks instead of one that you will be banned from the fields. Understand?"

[sayriel]

"I have no punishment for you other than to ban you from the fields for a weeks time. It is listed within the castle rules that no harm is to come to any of the livestock. You're punishment shall be confined every else." he told her and she nodded in agreement, although the pull of the landscape would be hard for her to resist.

He answered her question quickly,"You have a smell to you. I've always had keen senses and I picked up on your individual scent almost instantly. It's a slight feminine musk, and no matter how many layers it may be hidden beneath of different odors and smells, it is there and detectable with the right adjustment of the senses." She was about to portest and tell him she had bathed and was not stinky, she almost lifted her arm to sniff herself when he whistled loudly and grabbed her arm, she stumbled after him as they leave the small cluster of trees

."I've called Soleil. If he were to see you he would most definitely try to kill you for he loves all the animals within my fields. That's probably why Marrie didn't run from you; she's -was used to the constant pressence of fletcher whose indeed a werewolfe and Soleil, who is more a vampire than you could ever truly immagine." He led hre away from the forest and dropped her hand, placing his hands on his hips, a brow quirked in question. "I expect you will follow your grounding from the fields responisbly? If you do indeed come back here than it shall be two weeks instead of one that you will be banned from the fields. Understand?"
Sayriel looked down wards as he talked to her in a firm voice, she nodded in agreement that she did indeed understand his orders.
She turned and glanced across the fields to where the woods stood silent, "A vampire and another werewolf, you sure have a lot of creatures running around. Do you not fear for your human guests?" she asked him, hoping to distract him from her horrible deed.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas' jaw was set and he shook his head slightly, a grim smile upon his face. "If anything were to happen to my guests, who have put their lives in my hands, I would kill whoever it was that hurt them. No matter who."

His eyes roamed the field and he began to walk towards the castle, his pace steady as he expected Sayriel to follow him. "Sayriel, I will trust that you shall refrain from snacking upon my livestock. If your stomach aches with hunger than you come to the kitchens and the cheifs shall cook you a fine meal of meats. They are always there and expect to cook. Kayla only ever eats at night time for she enjoys the presence of the cooks and maids. They are her friends and they can very well become yours too if you but only give them a chance."

He tossed a look over his shoulder, rolling them with a slight crack as he untensed muscles.

[sayriel]

Sayriel kept pace with Nicolas as he walked to wards the castle. "I feel bad that I killed your pet sheep Master Cashel, but at the same time, I killed a meal in my eyes and nothing more. I can not apologies for feeding the hunger of my belly, but I will assure you I will stick to the kitchens in your castle next time." she told him reaching out she placed a hand on his arm to slow his pace.

"I have something for you." she told you, shoving her hand in her front pants pocket she pulled out the money she had received for her first job.
She shoved it to wards him and wondered if she had taken to much, or perhaps to little, either way she hoped it would sooth things between them and they could be semi friends once more.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas stopped at the Castle steps and stared at the small young woman. She offered money in her hands and pain crossed his features. It was obvious that she had made up her mind on being a slave. Sighing he folded her hand softly so that her slim hand fisted the money within it. "Keep it, young one. The money made her by the slaves os their earnings. Guests always place a present upon this Castle if they've been well serviced and the better the servicing the better the gift. You keep that, you earned it."

He smiled gently at her and tipping her head up, placed a soft kiss upon her cheek before straightening and slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Come, lets get your pretty little self bathed and ready for dinner. How's that sound?"

He moved with his arm around her up the stairs to the castle, hoping that she took his offer of friendship openly and without protest.

[sayriel]

At first Sayriel thought she made to little when he curled her fingers around the coins, but his words soothed her worries and she shoved her coins back into her pocket. His kiss on her cheek made her blush, it was a terrible look for her cause she wasn't a pretty girl, and the crimson spread on her cheeks just made her appearance more unlikeable.

"I think I can manage a bath." she told him giggling slightly, "I fear I have become addicted to the tub in my room, its so much better then the creek back home, no sand." she told him with a grin as they walked up the stairs.

"I am sorry for your pet though Master Cashel, I promise to stick to the kitchens, tell me more please about the other werewolf you know of?" she asked him, curious about another of her race,cause she had never met another werewolf.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas stopped on the step and took a seat, patting the one beside him before speaking. "He's a snarky bastard whose got devilishly handsome good looks and a foul vocabulary that would make a Sailor go home crying to his mother. He picks fights, flirts with anything that has two legs-or more now that I think of it, and enjoys his wolfe state better than anything more. He runs the pub down in the village and is also the reason for the wound I bare upon my arm. He's one of my best friends I must say. Like a brother to me, and I to him."

Nicolas sighed at the memory of the fight he'd gotten into with Fletcher. It seemed to couldn't help but keep on picking fights with creatures twice his strength who could easily tear his body limb from limb.

"I think you'd consider him a jerk, for her favours men and is quite lonesome for love. He's got the whole 'angst' aura about him and could easily put a damper upon your bright day. Yet he shows me unconditional kindness for the most part and is an amazing man if I do say so myself."

[sayriel]

Sayriel took the spot he patted on the step, pulling her knees up and wrapping her hands around them, she listened intently to Nicolas while he explained his wolf friend.
"I was down at the tavern and the barkeeper sounded a lot like him, but I didn't pick up the scent of werewolf upon him. Like you said, we do smell unique." she told him, and then reached up and touched his arm slightly, "You should get him to lick it, our spit is quite good for healing. But a wound is a tempting thing, perhaps to tempting for him by the sounds of it." she told him with a small smile.

She looked down the steps they were sitting on and sighed, "It seems there are more men here who seek the company of other men then there is those who seek the company of females, I may be a poor slave at this rate." she told him with a small smile.

She suddenly turned the smile into a silly grin and reached out to tap a finger on his hand. "But you Master Cashel, should have your pick of the " she paused to lower her voice to a mere whisper " Gentlemen who visit here" she finished with a small laugh.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas smiled at her before stating simply, "There are quite a few men here who enjoy the services of other females. There's the lord Lucian, the young mister Aiden and many others whom aren't coming immediately to mind. Oh! And it seem's the mysterious Noir has also arrived although I don't supose you'll have much luck with finding a lover in him. He's completely set upon my young sister Kayla I fear. But never fear, the population of female admirers grows relentlessly with every passing day."

Nicolas looked out upon his Castle grounds, a flush of contentment rising upon his flawless features as he reminded himself of all the work he'd put into it. Sayriel's next, whispered statement had him nearly falling over, his eyes widening and the flush turning to a blush to demand its devious pressence upon his cheeks.

"Sayriel! Shut up!" He hissed, looking around quickly to see if anyone was looking down upon them. When he noticed that they were completely alone he whispered, "Well there is this one man I've taking a fancy to. Yet he's strong and masculin and quite obviously into the more delicate gender. I'm not pretty enough to be considered worthy of such a gorgeous male such as he." Nicolas pouted and sighed as he thought of the beautiful vampire.

[sayriel]

Sayriel shook her head when he told her to shut up, she was never really that great at taking orders...its was a personality flaw she chose to completely ignore.

"I think any man would be blessed to have your attention, tell me more of this ...person who has caught your eye." she told him, smiling and very happy that Nicolas had found someone he liked enough to mention out loud.

"I think you do not give yourself enough credit Master Cashel, I think you very handsome and I am sure I am not the only one. Maybe you need to show this ...person, what they can not see." she suggested, and leaned closer, so only his ears would hear what she said next.

"Next time you see this ...person, walk right up to him and give him a kiss, I have tasted a man's kiss. Its very nice indeed." she told him with a smile that betrayed any secrets she was keeping.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas flushed, drooping his head so that it hung down, his hair falling over his forehead roguishly. "But you see, I know this man could never love me or even want me because he is the lord Lucian. I would hardly consider a male vampire with such strength and verility eager to pass on a woman for myself. And kiss him? Without his consent? I've picked a fight with two wolves now and it hasn't gotten me very far. But putting my mouth against a vampires?" Totally insane."

Nicolas sighed and reached over to pull Sayriel against his side, giving her a slight hug of affection. "Ah, my dear, sweet little Sayriel has tasted a man and is eager for more no doubt." He waggled a brow suggestively at the petite female, grinning wickedly.

[sayriel]

Sayriel felt bad for Nicolas and wondered for a moment if she should talk to this vampire and see if he was interested in Nicolas. It was a crazy idea she knew and it could lead to some serious trouble, she chewed on her bottom lip as she considered the pros and cons of this foolish idea.

She snuggled into the curve of Nicolas's body as he pulled her closer and teased her. "Fair enough Master Cashel, you get your chance to tease me now, since I have been having much fun at your expense. I really liked it and know now what you find so appealing about them." she told him with a grin, her idea still tumbling in her mind.

"I think you still do not give yourself enough credit, we are going to have to do something about your confidence Master." she whispered to him.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas still gazed out at the ocean, his eyes narrowing as he noticed a group of people running in the direction of the water. People knew better than to go into his waters and so he placed his fingers to his lips with one hand and covered Sayriel's ear with the other as his arm pressed the side of her ear close to his body to block off that sides hearing before whispling shrilly. The Shepard looked up at him and Nicolas nodded in the direction of the water. With a nod the shepard was running off in that direction, barking out curses and other such things at the foolish youths.

turning his attention back to Sayriel, he released her head yet kept his arm around her, liking the feel of a woman next to him as just a friend. He'd had women come on to him before and he shuddered at the awkwardness of the situations. "and how might you improve upon my confidence young one?" His voice held both amusement and curiousity.

[sayriel]

Sayriel was startled from her thoughts of helping Nicolas when he covered her ear and held her tighter blocking the other ear against his side.
She squeezed her eyes shut when he whistled suddenly the noise loud to her ears, as she slowly opened her eyes when he dropped his hand from her ear she turned to see what he was doing.

She wanted to flood him with questions about why he would stop someone from swimming in his ocean but his question delayed any she might have voiced. "and how might you improve upon my confidence young one?" His voice held both amusement and curiosity. She grinned at him as she looked away, Nicolas was smarter then she had given him credit for, if he could pick up her scent perhaps he could see what her eyes held.

"I think I shall keep that a secret for now master, I have yet to figure out exactly but when I do ...I am sure you will come hunting for me." she teased him , so far when she got in trouble, he usually found her.
"So if someone wanted to find this vampire of yours...where would they look?" she asked him, her innocent eyes looking up at him as she waited.

[Nicolas Cashel]

"Don't you try that innocent act with me, my pretty little wolf. I know you better than to believe your intentions anything but as innocent as the look upon your face." Even though Nicolas' voice was strict, he sighed seemingly dreamily, a smile gracing itself upon his lips. Try as he might, his eyes strayed to the window which held the exact room where the handsome rogue called Lucian stayed.

Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs he murmured, "I have no idea why both you and Kayla insist upon me being attractive in any way. I'm too feminine, my body too slender and my movements feline. I find nothing about that masculin in any way or attractive in the least."

Nicolas wondered for a moment when he'd obtained such a low self esteem yet pushed the thoughts away. He already knew that answer. It had been when he'd found out about his first love's wife and children. He sighed sadly at the memory, laying his head ontop of the soft mat of hair upon Sayriel's little head. This female was far to clever for her own good and he feared he'd never be able to keep much from her.