| | Oliver Forsythe, The female gave a wiggle of her hips; placing a chaste kiss upon the exposed skin of his neck, -—-

| | Oliver Forsythe, "— perhaps we should change that? Non? Beware, little wolf, for once we start," Placing a finger underneath -—-

| | Oliver Forsythe, his chin, she tipped it forward which granted her access to those lips she so longed for, "— we won't stop."

| | Hiatus . .

| | Oliver Forsythe, Breathing out a chuckle, our witch immediately closed the space between the two and sealed her puckered -—-

| | Oliver Forsythe, only slightly around the back of his neck. Within moments the kiss had been broken and Alexandra was staring -—-

| | Oliver Forsythe, deeply into his beastly gaze, "— perhaps we should turn these teasing words into action?"

| | Oliver Forsythe, "My parent's residence. For now, at least. When Father returns, he wants to move — again; remaining in -—-

| | Oliver Forsythe, Saskatchewan, so don't you worry your pretty head about that," Still curious about his reveal, -—-

| | Oliver Forsythe, "The same shenanigans. I would much prefer to speak about your 'other' self — your wolf. What is it like?"

| | Jön, From the forest's border came a sweaty, panting man, who had obviously undergone either a chase or a very -—-

| | Jön, very strenuous run. Option two was cleared from the board when he screamed an ear piercing scream -—-

| | Jön, that encased a sense of dread and pure horror; as if he'd seen a monster in those woods. He did. -—-

| | Jön, When the man passed Jön, a woman emerged not five minutes later, dressed in a joggers attire — skintight -—-

| | Jön, leggings accented by mauve strips of fabric running down the sides. Matched with a mauve sports bra, she looked -—-

| | Jön, ready to participate in a fitness class. Though she too, was covered in a thin layer of sweat. Her features -—-

| | Jön, were soft as she approached the man, save for a mischievous smirk that lingered on her plump lips. -—-

| | Jön, She did not seem phased by the terrorized man making a beeline across the field, "— oh. Hello there."

| | FC change.

— || Life got the best of me. Goodbye.