Just Let It Out

[TrueBlue]

She laughed. No way! She exclaimed, her own pace speeding up. Her strides lengthened, until she fairly flew through the air. She was excited and free, and her own heart matched his, beat per beat. Her paws threw up the turf below her, claws digging in for traction. She pulled back up to him, but stayed by his side. She flicked an ear as they passed through the trees. She wondered if the leeches were still there. Filthy beasts. She parted her jaws, letting her tounge dangle out. She smiled wolfishly at Chris. You want me to go easy on you? She asked him. Her paws thrummed the earth rhythmaticly in her strides.

[Elliott]

No, ma'am, I'd rather not. He imitated the bloodsuckers' old fashioned way of speaking in a British accent, sloppy, but fine. His tail wagged playfully, and even flicked her side as he put on another burst of speed. He was probably going to let her win, just so she wouldn't get angry, but he didn't mind. He wasn't overly fixed on winning. I'm a totally freakin' rock star from Mars, WINNING! Come out bro, I got tiger blood, WINNING! You borrow my brain, you'll be like 'Dude, can't handle it!' Win here, win there, win win every where, where, he sang out, mocking Charlie Sheen mischievously.

[TrueBlue]

She laughed, and turned her head, butting his side gently with her nose. She launched herself forward again with a burst of nimble speed, racing over the multi colored fallen leaves quickly. She was pacing herself, though. She stayed by his side, not sprinting yet. She could tell he wasn't going full speed, either. She pulled ahead, and then whirled, stopping firmly, feet planted, right in front of Chris's racing body. As he came back up to her, she leaped back into the race. She just wanted to prove a point. So, what do you plan on doing later? She asked him. Her paws drummed the earth lightly, making her appear to not even touch the silt as she flew forward. Black claws, blunt but still sharp, dug at the ground, pushing her forward as she traveled at speeds that could chase down even the fastest leech. She glanced at Chris, to her side.

[Elliott]

Chris shrugged, launching himself ahead of her, yet just a hair length. He was sweating, but not because of the run, it was natural for werewolves to sweat like crazy. He didn't pant, and wasn't tiring out. He was convinced they would tie. He wouldn't win, she wouldn't win, but both would cross at once. Ah, not much. If you don't want me to stay at your house for a while, I can go home, maybe go into town on the Harley, he replied simply.

[TrueBlue]

She smiled. You can stay at my house for a bit. She said, her feet landing softly now on the fallen leaves. She sped up, coming back to his side as her house came to veiw. A samll, cramped space. But she wasn't there often, and never threw any patries. She rarely had company because of her bitter attitide. She threw out that thought. Hopefully Chris would stay for a bit. She was really starting to bond with the other werewolf. Another thought crossed her mind. What is he left her, like Sam? She shook it out, and pinned her gray ears for a moment, confused. She decided to think about that. i]Later[/i]. She clenched her paw as it came off of the dark, moist earth. As the paw came back to the ground, it unfurled, like a gray flower uncurling from its bud. Her gray banner of a tail trailed behind her body, like a waving flag.

[Elliott]

Chris's paws crossed the porch, paw steps touching and passing the line as soon as hers did, and he morphed as his body hit the stairs. A grin was played on his face, and he held open the door for her ceremoniously, once more mocking the leeches. All he could think about was her, and the recipe for some great porkchops his mother had taught him to make. He would make that for her, and bring it the next day, along with a bowl of her favorite ice cream.

[TrueBlue]

She smiled, morphed back, and walked through the door with a courteous bow. "Thank you, kind sir." She said with mock gravity. She went to her couch, and sat down with a sigh. She stretched her arms for a moment. The run through the woods had been nice. Finally, someone who gave her a challenge. She smiled, and chuckled. Pushing her dark hair out of her chocolate eyes, she watched Chris. He defiantly was a nice kid. She blinked a couple of times as some dust came up from the couch. She opened her mouth, and sneezed. It was dusty here. She should clean it up soon, she thought. Her hand absentmindedly traced an intricate design in the gray dust that had settled on the table. She blew on is softly, and it swirled up in moats of little gray particles. She watched it keenly, the little specks milling around in endless circles.

[TimeFlys]

(GUYS, THERE IS A 150 WORD COUNT. ONE MORE AND I MIGHT HAVE TO GIVE TEMPORARY BANS)

The leaves dropped to the ground by the second.

[Elliott]

Christopher(don't know why I called him that instead of Chris) took a tentative step into the house, the floor creaking like stairs, heartbeat racing. He took another step, wary. He had never been in her house, and was afraid of what to do. Yet seeing her so relaxed, he forced the hair on the back of his neck down and strode forward calmly, yet still cautiously. His footsteps were light, and he flinched when the shutters slammed shut. Gradually, he lowered himself to sit beside her, sighing with a sudden, deep relief he found in the plush couch. His shirtless form was coated with sweat, but the couch was already stained by Leah's, no matter how little time she had spent there. He crossed his leg over the other, black under armor shorts damp. Quickly, catching himself, he jerked his hand back from nearly throwing it over her shoulder, and instead reached for the remote. But, he stopped himself there, too. It wasn't his place to turn on her TV, when had come to her house for the first time. He refrained from everything but swiping a clump of dust off of the coffee table. "I guess you're not here often, are you?" he remarked quietly.

[TrueBlue]

(TimeFlys, these were posted before you said that on the other thread)

Leah’s smile came quickly and fleetingly, like a flash if lightning in a thunder storm. “Yeah, I am usually out, to keep this place safe from those miserable leeches.” She said. Her hand reached out, and picked the remote up that Christopher had been about to go for. She tossed it to him, her wrist flicking lightly, instinctually, giving it a faint spin as it went through the dust she had stirred up. “Catch.” It went up, over the spinning flecks, and began its downward arch, coming towards Chris. Her eyes watched it, waiting for him to grab it. She stepped up, turning on the TV, then coming back to rest on the couch again, all before it landed, or he caught it. She felt like time had slowed down, as she watched it spiral across the air. She blinked, and almost lost track of it’s movements through the air.

[Elliott]

Chris snatched at it, about a foot above his head, and grasped it swiftly. A fly buzzed near his head, and he took his spare hand, zipping his fingers up to squish it between his thumb and forefinger. He somehow felt Leah all around him, thickening the air he was breathing, he was holding desperately to what he was feeling, savoring the high up ceiling. The walls dripped with invisible goo, seemingly seeping into his skin. He suddenly felt romantic, and before he knew it, he had changed the channel to the Country Music awards. They were on number two, Zac Brown Band : Whatever It Is. He slowly hummed along, as he loved the song. When he heard the song, he thought of Leah. The way her pitch black hair fell slightly into her face, the way her deep chocolate eyes sparkled, her beauty. Sam had given up a fine girl, the perfect girl, and ditched her. He thought of Sam bitterly, like he wasn't a friend. He was, but well, not even close to Leah. And then there was Jacob, always the perfect boy. Even Chris's own parents loved him more than Chris. That was why he had ran away when he was seven. He smiled at the thought of the deputy. He made a mental note to visit him sometime.

[TimeFlys]

(Yes, True Blue, but I've posted it here as well! It isn't that hard when you think of a 400 word count, and I even brought it down fifty words!)

The house was silent, and the sound of a fox was out side.