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| Trouble Finds Me; <Tag: Logan> | |
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| Topic Started: Apr 26 2008, 08:13 PM (306 Views) | |
| Samantha Carter | Apr 26 2008, 08:13 PM Post #1 |
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Time of day: Afternoon around 1pm Place in the time-line Same day as Cat Scratch Fever (2 days after the school address) The tension and pressure of all the events that currently took place within the mansion walls and the cities of New York were having their toll on more than just Samantha Carter. The cruelty embarked upon by senseless humans to murder innocent mutant children became the starting of a breaking point within the feline’s sense of worth. Her desire to wreak havoc upon those that did this to such small innocence weighed heavily on the cat woman’s heart. So much so, that Sam found herself walking aimlessly through the forestry past the mansion grounds and needing somewhere to find release or maybe just find some tranquility. The female had heard of a beach and a boathouse, a possible sanctuary from the every day noise from the Institute. However, peace would be almost impossible to obtain since every step the young woman took only enabled more flashes of images portraying hurt and pain to those that could have possibly meant something to the future of the mutant community. The air was calm, but the weather was almost perfect. It was enough to allow the feline to wear just a normal pair of blue jeans with holes shredding the material at the knees followed by one of her infamous bunny t-shirts. This one being red and the saying “Trouble Finds Me” lying in white underneath an animated bunny with a cocked smile peeling across its lips. Comfortable boating shoes made her walk that much more quiet as she strode through the forest with really no destination in mind. The further away from the school the better. Whatever awaited the young female, she would deal with it as it came. Each step crackled softly through the grass and brush leaving behind no trail of her existence only the scent of her vanilla body wash and strawberry shampoo was flourishing through brown locks. She wasn’t looking for trouble, but as always, it seemed to find her. Not realizing that her steps took more effort than a casual stroll, Sam found her heart racing and body aching from the amount of distance she had placed upon her feet. Taking a rest near a large oak, the slender body leaned up gently upon the large tree just taking a moment’s break and taking in the fresh air. The feel of freedom that flourished through her body was like a strike of luminous electricity flowing through the feline’s bones. The feral within was begging to come out and just run allowing for nature to surge through her fur (if transformed) and be the animal inside that was meant to be. The anger was so profound, even a small growl was protruding deep within the larynx, the first indication that the tiger inside was winning control over the human mind. It was during this confusing time, she heard something. Without moving around, the feline simply opened her eyes and tilted her head slowly from side to side. Something was out there, something was approaching and from the scent, it wasn’t another animal but could only mean one thing….trouble. I dare you. |
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| Wolverine | Apr 28 2008, 06:59 AM Post #2 |
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The cigar in his mouth was recently lit, many more puffs to come before it was anywhere near the stages of being finished. The rail he leaned upon was connected to the rather pristine looking boathouse towards the back of the Xavier mansion, at the edge of a lake that had seen many playing upon it… or in it, for that matter. Too bad the man taking long drags of the cigar, standing there looking out upon the glittering surface, was essentially not very suited to the calmness of his surroundings. Not at the moment anyway. So much had been wrong about what Scott and Jean had proposed during the school address, and the biggest and most obvious thing that made every hair on the back of his neck stand on end… neither of them had mentioned a single thing to the rest of the faculty members, not even the Head Mistress, who was supposed to be in charge of all aspects of running the school. Then there was the fact he and his daughter had added to the mutant hysteria, by no fault of their own, simply by paying so much attention to each other, they’d forgotten just how public their meeting place really had been. Hence, he was irritated, and, in being so, had stayed away from the main mansion, for the betterment of everyone inside, because in moods like this, just a glare was enough to alert those that knew him to keep a wide birth. Those that didn’t… yes… staying away was definitely the mature option here. The scent came to him after a rather long and invigorating puff on what could only be described as the best Cubin cigar he’d had in a long time. Nostrils flared, and ears pricked, listening for any sounds related to that scent, picking up on something distinctively vanilla, strawberry, and… Feline. Lowering the cigar, he simply snickered. Wonderful. Just what he needed. A run in with another of the feral residents of the school, for it was plainly obvious to his keen sense of smell that she was exuding one form of emotion that could see her go into her true feline state at any moment. Still, she was a member of his pack, and it was his duty to make sure she was alright, and perhaps provide her with an alternative to what he just knew she was thinking of doing right now. Stepping off the porch and down the steps, Logan tracked the scent of body wash and shampoo, approaching with enough noise to allow her to realise he posed absolutely no threat whatsoever. If he had intended to attack, there’d have been nothing, not even a hint that he was coming. “Goin anywhere in particular, kid?” he asked, eyeing her the moment she came into view. |
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| Samantha Carter | Apr 28 2008, 12:52 PM Post #3 |
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Determining who or what was coming near was nearly mind breaking. A scent protruded through the nostrils that was unlike the other ferals she had come in contact with earlier in the day. Throughout the feline’s life, she has rarely been in the presence of another feral like herself in maturity and she wondered what it would be like. What scents would permeate the mind and what would the beast inside do to react to such aromas? The excitement of the unwanted guest somehow cleared the mutant’s mind, strangely enough, where her lungs retained its normally breathing pattern and calmness evaded her thoughts. Taking in another smell of the person or thing on its way (quite obnoxiously loud) to her location, another feeling overcame the newly appointed teacher. This one was a bit more embarrassing than a red flag. “Interesting”, she whispered softly taking in some more. The fluttering in her stomach was almost a tickle and the feeling of heat rising in her cheeks was extremely unexpected. Sam had never encountered a meeting with another feral this close in their growth pattern. Even though the feline hadn’t a clue as the ancient age of the infamous Wolverine, he was matured enough as an adult to give off the scent of a male feral. To a feline who hasn’t been with a man since Jacob, the clock inside begins ticking and the wildness seems to seep through a little more ferociously. It was something Sam needed to get under control or it would become a major weakness if whatever it was coming meant her any harm. By the mere fact that it was making more noise than a drunken elephant, the artist figured he knew she was there before the female even recognized not being alone. That only meant one thing, more experience, which could lead to another thing, trouble. “It always finds me”, she mumbled again as a figure approached directly in front. Her sapphire eyes turned into slits as the catlike attributes kicked in to get a glimpse of this visitor well before he reached her location. “Goin anywhere in particular, kid?” That sentence alone made the anger inside subside just a bit enough for the feline let out a small sighed laugh. Her eyes returned to their sapphire human shape. “Kid? I hardly think so”, she retorted erecting the very adult figure away from the tree. Even if he sounded like a non-threat, something wasn’t right. And what was that other scent coming from him? Almost like metal? That couldn’t be a belt buckle? It was then she realized who it was. Like the others in the school, she did some research to see exactly who she was dealing with around there. And the stories emanating about the infamous man with the metal skeleton had caught the feline’s attention, but she never thought she’d meet him. The feral side was intoxicated by his presence, but the human side warned her against anything of the sort. Once again, her mind began to sway back and forth and it was really giving the artist a headache. “And you need to know, because…..?” was the reply. |
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| Wolverine | Apr 30 2008, 01:15 PM Post #4 |
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“Kid? I hardly think so,” come now, how lacking in skill did she think he was? Like she had to actually show him she was by no means a kid. Her scent had screamed adult female to him long before he’d even stepped off the last stair leading up to the boathouse porch, and, he had to admit, if Mina was not in the picture;; if he didn’t love her so much it hurt sometimes;; the rather striking form before him would have gotten his blood boiling and fire burning in places long thought dead. Fact of the matter was… he was taken, so, if he had surmised correctly, the pheromones he had picked up on the closer he came to actually seeing her, well… there would be no acting out some of her deepest and darkest fantasies with this particular feral. “And you need to know, because…..?” he smirked, quite plainly and obviously smirked. “Nice retort kid,” and, of course he emphasized the fact he’d called her that again. Hell, he was over one hundred years old, he called every one kid, except for his closest friends, because really, they were all just so much younger than him. Taking a rather long and pointed drag of the cigar still in his hand, he simply glanced at it casually before raising his gaze to her once again. “Just wonderin if yer’d like some company out there?” and he motioned to the woods. “Place is pretty big. Might find yerself needin someone ter help yer find yer way back,” he wasn’t talking about her possibly getting lost in the woods either. No. Her hunting and tracking skills were probably almost as good as his. He was referencing the state within the mind, the constant struggle between man and beast… or, in her case, woman and feline. |
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| Samantha Carter | Apr 30 2008, 02:25 PM Post #5 |
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The retort back was typical of an overconfident man who seemed to believe he had it all and could take on the world. Sam didn’t underestimate the man’s abilities for she knew of his powers. Having to engage in a fight with this particular feral was something the teacher didn’t have in mind nor would ever look forward to, but possibly a few training sessions came to mind. The hormonal cat peeling out the instinctive behavior of procreating was a feeling inside of Samantha that she never felt in the presence of another feral. Heck, she never came in contact with another one so well developed and scented with such intoxicating aromas that it was more overwhelming than a sign of attraction. The attraction was there and she suspected it to be the other way around, but the feline also knew of his relationship with the mutant Mina and would never jeopardize anything between them. That was her nature. But still, her stomach fluttered even more the closer the man approached and when he asked if she wanted company, the feline mutant wasn’t exactly sure where her destination was to begin with. The Boathouse wasn’t exactly the first place she had in mind. As most already knew, water and cats don’t exactly go hand in hand, but the idea of the tranquility and serenity that she could obtain to collect her thoughts was overbearing on the fact that lake was not going to have the presence of one cat woman’s body swimming around in anytime soon. To Sam, she was a bit taken aback with his assumption that she might get lost, but perhaps the female took his comment in the wrong manner. With emotions already stirring in areas that had been lying dormant for so long, laced with the intrepid anger flourishing through her body for the deaths of such innocence, the artist looked back to his gaze with a small playful smirk answering him. “Is it safe for a woman of my nature to be alone with another feral?” Heck, she knew he was probably very faithful and the teacher also knew that she’d never interfere. But, the feral inside was beginning to gain more control over everything she thought, felt, smelled, and probably tasted. Why not have a little fun and see just how much of a animal this man truly was. |
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| Wolverine | May 5 2008, 12:15 PM Post #6 |
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The pheromones the mutant cat was giving off were all bar intoxicating, it taking all his will not to at least harbor the idea that there was definitely a woman worth exploring beneath the clothing, however, all the Wolverine had to do was picture Mina and any thought of losing himself to some of his most base of emotions left his mind and heart completely. Samantha, on the other hand, it seemed it was more than clear she was fighting the urge to simply pounce on him. The smirk on his face clearly reiterated the fact he found that quite amusing. “Is it safe for a woman of my nature to be alone with another feral?” he snickered then, gazing at her as he took another long drag of a cigar fast starting to disappear. “Darlin’, there may have been a time that statement couldn‘t have been any more true, an normally, I wouldn’t even be considerin it, however, it does seem yer alternative ain’t lookin much better,” such a matter-of-fact statement;; Logan could really be sure of himself sometimes. It was at least obvious to the Canadian mutant that his work here was already done. He’d become her distraction, therefore, she wouldn’t be losing herself to the forest anytime soon, and, if she suddenly felt the need to go all big cat on him, he knew he was one of the few well equipped to handle such a thing without doing anything stupid himself… he hoped. Quirking a brow at her he added, “So, what yer say kid, come sit on the boathouse porch, let tha lake calm yer inner kitty, or give in ter her, an leave me moppin up tha aftermath?” |
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| Samantha Carter | May 5 2008, 02:40 PM Post #7 |
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The overconfident feral just gave the feline another smirk to her inquiry which led the shape shifter to believe there was no intentions on furthering her temptations along. In a small part, Sam was grateful because the urge to give into the need and want of procreating out of lust and instinct was simply boggling her mind with the scent of his manly nature riveting a hole into the mind. Sam was controlling herself more than she’d give herself credit for, however, the circumstances here were quite different than someone approaching her with harm in mind. That small little side effect to her mutation became somewhat apparent, as the nervousness seemed to slip away. A soft purr emitted from deep within the feline’s larynx and the artist knew he could probably hear it. Usually, Sam would shy away and apologize for the outburst, but here she simply listened to his words with her own smile peeling across the fine features of her face. “Darlin’, there may have been a time that statement couldn‘t have been any more true, an normally, I wouldn’t even be considerin it, however, it does seem yer alternative ain’t lookin much better,” Well at least it went from kid to darling, much better. And what alternative? Becoming the free beast that could just let it all out and not have too many worries for a while? Was that such a bad thing? “So, what yer say kid, come sit on the boathouse porch, let tha lake calm yer inner kitty, or give in ter her, an leave me moppin up tha aftermath?” Her sapphire hues glanced over and between the trees. The normal human eyes changed into feline slits to clear the view in the area of the boathouse. It did look very placid and the lake may have a soothing effect on the human part of the tigress. But, the kitty inside wouldn’t dare attempt to go near the water unless there was a huge mouth watering prey to be caught. After her glance, the human’s eye returned to normal and took its gaze off the destination and placed them back on the feral. Retracting her body from the tree, Sam walked a bit closer to Logan, a little too close, but with no ill intentions. She was able to fully take in the scent and was jealous of the woman who was able to hold on to him underneath the clothing. A more sensitive smile carried across her features as she spoke a little more subtly allowing the purr to intensify only a small amount. “I don’t leave messes, but that porch does look very enticing.” And so does the company. Beginning her catwalk through the forestry, she began to stroll towards the boathouse. |
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| Wolverine | May 25 2008, 11:43 AM Post #8 |
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The feline was definitely feeling frisky, Logan starting to wonder exactly why it was she was finding it so hard to control it. When she walked past him, so close… right there… it was all he could do to stop himself from acting on the first thing that came to mind - take her then and now, in the middle of the forest, not caring about anything that was not in the moment;; not caring that his conscious would kick the hell out of him later on, and his guilt would make him fess up to Mina straight away. Feral instincts or no feral instincts, there was no excuse for cheating on the woman he’d been waiting so damn long to actually be with. “I don’t leave messes, but that porch does look very enticing,” he snickered, unable to help but think up several connotations for that particular phrase, wondering for a moment if she was indeed house trained in her tiger form, ever so tempted to make some sort of quip about it, but, like he'd already been doing, he held back from saying the first thing that came to mind. “Pleased ter hear it Darlin’,” he simply said, following her rather flawless form through the forest, taking the lead once they reached the boathouse. Motioning to the many sitting options on the porch - the three-person swing seat at one end, the 3 piece cane set at the other, and the two cane chairs on either side of the entrance - he pulled open the screen door, looking back at the feline with smirk. “What’s yer poison Darlin’? Contrary ter popular belief, I do have more than beer in my fridge,” of course, he knew he should have any type of alcohol on school grounds. Logan was Logan however, and since the boathouse was so far away from the school, and he always hid the stuff behind alarmed lock and key when he knew a class was happening on the lake, guess he thought, aside from that, the fact the place was his home was justification enough. |
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| Samantha Carter | May 25 2008, 02:26 PM Post #9 |
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The closer they reached the boathouse, the more Sam could see the beauty and tranquility that obviously someone had been calling their home. If the feline recalled, this was supposed to be a place for the students to come to for recreation and solitude. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone actually living here. The artist guessed wrong and needed a lesson on people’s whereabouts so she wouldn’t become a future intrusion on anyone’s grounds, especially another feral. His scent had traveled through her nostrils the entire time allowing for Sam to ingest them, enjoy them, and completely become intoxicated with them. There was no harm in having a personal fantasy looming around in her head. No one could take that away from her and it wasn’t harming anyone, except herself. Walking up the steps, the choices of seating were all right, but a nice cozy love seat with cushions seemed even more enticing. The purr increased even more thinking of different things to do on these pieces of furniture, which produces a bit of flushed cheeks that Sam kept to herself. With silence, she meandered around the furnishings delicately tracing her fingers over them feeling their touch. A cold strobe of chills jolted through her bones as though these had been sitting here for a long time with anyone occupying them, alone like herself. Her gaze reached the water seeing the trickling diamond lights floating and glimmering under the sun’s rays. “Nice view you have here”, came out rather nonchalantly tinged with a bit of jealousy. “What’s yer poison Darlin’? Contrary ter popular belief, I do have more than beer in my fridge,” Her body moved again with the grace of a cat, never bumping the furniture, but swirling between them until the softness of her skin was at the door. Taking in the sensual taste of his aroma again, another smirk with a bit more comfort graced her lips allowing the purr to emit another rumbling tone. Normally, wine would be her first choice, a Late Harvest Riesling or Pinot Grigio, but that was imported stuff. A stiff drink came across her mind, something to soothe the aching feline from jumping him and taking her chances right here, right now. Beer was all right, but if there were other enticing drinks, why not indulge. Inches from his face, her fingers graced over the massive biceps then away before he could react. “Surprise me”, she answered turning to take a step and figure out just where to plant her behind. |
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