:: Cypress was never a woman to need anyone in her life. She had loved very few people in her life and trusted even less. The sheer fact she was doing this was unusual for the petite ebony haired woman. Perhaps, it finally took its toll. Life had given her wealth, loss, close friendships and at one time a pack she felt slightly at home with. Sitting at her computer, she searched for the website she wanted, signed in, and began to type. Her artistic fingers clicking along the keys like an expert. The article read as
~Single female, looking for a discreet male companion for nocturnal activities. Preferably a tall dark haired male. Please contact me at seekingthenight@notarealemail.com ~
She would leave an e-mail address that was used just for this article. Brushing her fingertips over the mouse, she clicked to publish it in the newspaper as well as the internet version of the local paper. A small fee was asked and she paid it with a disposable credit card. ::
-- Edited by CYPRESS HARMON on Monday 18th of July 2011 11:51:47 AM
Using the internet was not something he usually took part in. He had grown up as a farming man, raising crops and animals. He had learned to hate Werewolves, and so it was a trick of irony and kharma that he would end up as one. Among other things, this kept him rather recluse and silent around all save his direct family, that being his parents and brother Daniel. He never took the time to even attempt to settle down anywhere else, for after his change, he went on the hunt to find his brother who had fled the town under the assumption that his brother, Will, was dead. Nevertheless, he kept to himself.
This particular day however, he felt the need to reach out. Perhaps if he got to know some other people, he might find someone who had met Dan. On top of that, he began to feel a lonliness, perhaps spurred on by being alone for so long, or maybe it was the beasts need for companionship. House dogs were like that, so why not Wolves?
Will browsed through many ads in the online listing of women looking for companionship. He'd respond to one in particular for no reason other than the fact that it specified nocturnal activities, and he felt that it sounded unique. He'd send an email to her.
"Greetings, miss single female. My name is Will Bennett, and I'd be interested in meeting you. I find your ad to be intriguing, and I'd love to hear more. You may reach me back at embracingthedark@notarealemaileither.com"
He had an inkling about the way she did things, but he would wait to solidify those ideas till after he met her, if she wished to.
-- Edited by WILLIAM BENNETT on Monday 18th of July 2011 07:10:16 PM
