Your such a bore (DJ!)

[aubrey]

Yawn. Today was such a bore! Aubrey knitted her brow together, hands on her hips as she stared at the empty closet. Now then, how was she supposed to wear clothes when there were no cute ones! A pout formed on the youth’s face as she began to go raid whatever items were the closet. Pulling out of it she held up a dusty old sweater to her slim body, the thing must have been made for an elephant! Aubrey let out a laugh, tossing the ugly thing behind her. Aubrey blew air out of her nose in a snort of discontent, then pulled her lose brown hair into a low pony tail. The girl sat down with a huff crossing her arms. She had to have a new shirt! The one she had now was pretty ripped up and revealing even for Aubrey’s taste. Well it was what the girl got for sleeping in trees I suppose or curling up in the occasional briar patch.

Aubrey groaned laying out on the dusty floor on her stomach, her head propped up by her hands. She wriggled her toes in her combat boots and the dark reddish brown coon tail of hers twitched as she was half-shifted. The breeze stirred in the stuffy little house -well it really couldn’t be called a house more like a shack- and Aubrey could feel it easily through the ribbed holes in her red tank top. Fingers drummed on the hard floor and another groan of dissatisfaction echoed in the room. Well today was a bust.

[samantha]

The sound of thundering hooves filled the air as a large bay horse made it's way through a narrow valley. It kept to a slightly worn path, following it knowingly to what remained of an old village. Some of the houses and shacks had been rebuilt, but most of them were crumbling. But it wasn't headed for either of these. No, this large horse with a dark brown mane was only here to find something decent to eat.

You may be thinking something along the lines of 'why does a horse need anything other than grass?' The answer is simple; he isn't a horse. Oh no, he's something very different. He is a kelpie. But nobody else but him had to know that. Since he'd crashed onto this strange island while boating with a couple of his friends, weird things had happened to him. For one, he was much more strongly attracted to the water. This was significant because he hated any kind of sport or physical activity, and swimming was one he'd never been forced to do.

But the weirdest thing was the transformation he went through. It didn't feel like a new experience, but one that he'd been so close to attaining for his entire life, and only now had been able to. That was when he first changed into an equine - as well as the only time. Since then, he hadn't been able to find that same trigger to turn back to the brown haired human he'd been. So, he was stuck like this in a way.

A noise caught his attention as he trotted through the ruins. A girl. Somewhat frustrated. Maybe she'd take pity on him and share her food - an apple, a carrot. Hell, he'd take a piece of raw meat as long as it meant he wouldn't have to go on munching on grass everyday. So, the bay stallion turn toward the rundown shack, shaking his mane as he stepped forward.

Unsure how to open a door in this form, the horse banged a hoof against the wooden frame. He let out a soft nicker in a desperate attempt to catch her attention. He was craving food, but deep down, he wanted human contact as well. He hadn't spoken to anyone - not that he was able to, of course - since the day after the crash that brought him here.

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[aubrey]

The bang at the door caused the brunette to jump a good two or three feet into the air then settle back down as she realized it wasn’t a threat. The scent hit her nose with a burning sensation as she smelt the sickly sweet scent of meat mixed with the tang of iron from the blood pumping through the stallion’s veins. Today just so happened to be Aubrey’s lucky day it seemed. She grabbed a tee shirt and ripped the sleeves off and tore the bottom half off, slipping it easily onto her sleek frame. Aubrey scanned her wild green gaze over herself liking the way the pink blouse hung to her frame stopping at her mid riff. She smirked grabbing a rope she had found in the back of the closet and a shard of glass from the broken mirror. How long does it take to strangle a horse? The youth wondered, hiding the shard by slipping it into her pants, she walked cautiously towards the door. How many stabs does it take to get to the center of a horse? She was having fun using phrases from her childhood to twist into murderous thoughts. It was rather enjoyable. Aubrey made it to the door letting a sweet smile slip onto her lips as she slowly opened it, not wanting to frighten the daft animal off.

She smiled at her find. A rather plump juicy meal stood before her. Hmm how long does it take to skin a horse? Are they safe to eat raw… She stuck out a hand, for the other to sniff. “That right c’mere fellow.” Her Australian accent was thick on her tongue as Aubrey edged closer to the stallion her eyes flicking over his thick brown hide. What was the best way to slaughter a horse? She watched his muscles trying to figure out what ones would make her meal tonight and what ones she’d save for later. Aubrey took the rope out, it was tethered so that she could slip it over the horse’s thick neck. “That’s it now bloke, nice and steady. I’ll take ya to get some’pun to eat.” She murmed slipping the rope over the horse . She knew better then to kill him here, it would attract other people and how Aubrey loathed sharing. She’d end up stabbing any person that came within a 200 feet radius of her kill. Not a good thing to do seeing as though Aubrey had no allies that would help her incase a gang decided to dominate her.

The glass stuck into her hip but Aubrey just ignored the little prick and instead stuck her hand in her shorts and shifted the shard so it wouldn’t dig her. The best bet would be to drag the horse to the waterfall so she just wash the blood off, that’d be a lot less mess. Aubrey smiled at the thought and took the horse’s face in her hands and kissed his soft velvet nose letting her forehead rest on his, not noticing the way too human gleam in those big eyes. She nuzzled the horse, “Thank you god! Thank you!” She kissed the horse again, now smooching from his nose and across his cheek stopping at under his eye, breathing in the smell of the animal. “I’m so sorry bud, but It’s the way of life.”

[samantha]

The large bay looked up as a slight girl stepped out through the door smiling sweetly. Dark eyes followed her as she took a couple careful steps closer. He yearned to be able to speak, and he realized this need more as he watched her. Even if his body was no longer human, he still found her attractive. Her dark, wavy hair and thick Australian accent certainly caught his attention, though it was useless thinking of these because of his current state. Come on, change! I don't want to be a damn horse anymore, give me back my body! he thought furiously. What use was seeing a pretty girl if she thought he was some horse?

His ears flicked back as the brown haired femme stepped closer toward him, raising her hand to his nose. He snorted, and had he been human, it would've been chocked laughter. She really believed he was a horse! Perhaps she knew not of the 'oh so dangerous' kelpie? Or maybe she was just loco, that was always possible on a 'deserted' island. Might as well play the part while I'm in the costume, he thought, shoving his much-too-long nose into her palm, sniffing for food. His hopes dropped when he scented that she had none. A quick look back into the shack told him there was nothing to be found there either. Now frustrated, he pulled his large head back from her hands to spite her.

Then she murmured something incoherent about food, and his ears flicked forward immediately. Perhaps she had some saved elsewhere, hidden where no one could find it? He took a step closer, pressing his chest against her thin arms, lowering his head to meet hers. He had to turn it at an awkward angle to meet her eyes, but he did as pitifully as possible. Maybe, if he tugged on her heart-strings, she'd share a morsel of it with him? Then a rope found it's way over his head, and something told him that, maybe, she'd been lying. It wasn't unheard of to do such a thing, especially not if it were for food. His eyes grew wide with the realization that it wasn't he who'd be eating but her who'd be eating him.

Oh shit, change me back! Change, change, change! he thought wildly, his legs shaking and his long muzzle falling into her hands. She'd eat him. She'd kill him soon enough and eat him up for lunch. And he'd know exactly what was happening as she moved in for the kill, talking with her sickly sweet voice as though he were just a stupid horse. Soft lips touched his skin -- his pelt -- and he shivered, yet was still too shocked to move away. She was a crazy one indeed, kissing her next meal, thanking god for sending him when he'd actually just gone to her for food. That's what he got for being so damn greedy. You take what you get, his mother told him. He was given grass and he grew tired of it, and now he was about to be slaughtered by some hot Australian chick. Great.

As she continued to rest her lips against his cheek, a strange feeling washed over him. His body shivered as a tingling, and slightly painful, feeling ran down his body. This was the sensation of bones shortening and molding from those of a horse into a human's. His face slowly shrank back to it's normal much shorter size, his legs changing from dark bay to slightly tanned skin. He almost fell forward as his arms shortened, hooves transforming into rough hands. As straightened himself up, he could feel the color retreating and his dark mane shortening and lightening until the light brown hair was curling at his ears. Her lips were still pressed against his cheek, just below his eye, and it was at that moment that he discovered he was completely naked.

" Shit! " he cried, shoving the girl away and ripping the large violet head off of a flower to his right, holding it at his crotch area. " You! You're -- You're fucking insane! Ugh, you were going to eat me! Holy shit, don't you dare come near me you psycho! " As he yelled this, he was pointing accusingly at her with a finger of his left hand, his right still holding the flower in place. At this point, he searched around, finding a fallen branch on the ground. It was small and not very pointed, but he wielded it before him as though it were a sword. " Stay back! Put your hands up! " he yelled his orders, shaking the stick at her, his blue eyes wide with something along the lines of fear, " and find me some clothes while you're at it! "

The rope was still tangled around his neck, but he had no hands to yank it off, so he just shook his stick more, hoping to frighten her into listening. of course, he doubted this would work at all, but it was better then standing around completely naked and shaking hands with the chick who had been about to eat him. As he thought this, he gave out a sharp, chocked laugh. " What the hell is wrong with me? " he asked to no one, shaking his head at the ridiculous situation. It was almost too wierd to believe, it was only the ebbing pain of transforming that reminded him that it was all true, it was all happening, that this was not some psychotic dream he could just wake up from. This was real and so much more awkward then anything he'd ever had the misfortune of having happen to him. How fucking lucky am I? he thought sarcastically, still pointing the rounded stick at the brunette, waiting for something to happen.

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[aubrey]

It was funny the way the horse momentarily shuddered under her touch, but what wasn’t funny was when she picked up the electricity suddenly coursing through the beast and she immediately understood what was about to unfurl. He was a shifter! That asshole! Aubrey growled, there went her meal. Her lip came up over her teeth as in the place of the once tasty looking horse was now a boy. She couldn’t but laugh, watching a bright blush appear on his stunned face as he noticed he was nude. Aubrey smirked but when the boy knocked her to the side she glowered. She caught herself in a crouch half shifted so that her long fluffy ringed tail was out to balance her and little pricks of fangs began to pronounce themselves. But Aubrey lost her flare of anger and instead sat down laughing so hard her rib cage hurt. The sight before her was too comical, the nude rather hot youth in front of her holding a flower to try and cover himself. “I don’t think that color suits you.” She choked out between laughs, now holding her sides afraid they might explode.

She stifled another giggle as she watched with her wild feral green gaze. Now this poor bloke thought he could ward her off with a stick, then Aubrey remembered the glass shard in her pants and fished it out tossing it backwards. So much for that plan, but suddenly a sly grin toyed at the edges of her lips. He still had the rope around his neck. She ignored his hysterical babble about her being a loon and began to walk towards him not even wary of the stick he held. She scrunched up her nose, “Your such an asshole! Why didn’t you tell me you were a shifter!? And you call me a psycho?!” She growled the anger flaring back up into her, as she jabbed a finger into his chest and using the other hand to make a grab at the stick. “Listen here bloke! Horse meat would taste like heaven after you been here long as me!” She growled again, her face inches from his.

She didn’t care that DJ was nude she was so used to be so herself she paid it no mind anymore. The only reason she had clothes on now was because she hadn’t shifted in awhile and it was best not draw attention to yourself in the village. She grabbed his rope and yanked on it to bring his face level with hers. “I’m not psychotic, I’m overly dramatic.” She added with a flourish of her hand. Then she sniffed still smelling the lingering musky scent of the horse that had once been here. “And find me some clothes while you’re at it.” She mimicked; what a douche bag! Aubrey pulled on the rope, “Don’t make me whip you Pony Boy,” The pretty brunette threatened and began to walk towards the house, rope still in hand as she dragged the other. “Well come on then! No one wants to see your ass!” She laughed to herself that’s what DJ was, not a horse but a genuine jackass.

[samantha]

DJ's eyes grew wide as the girl suddenly grew a tail and fangs. Perhaps she was something like him, something completely impossible yet real? And if she was, then was everybody else who was on this island? He'd seen a couple of strange animals while wandering around as a horse, ones that shouldn't be on an island, but he'd payed no attention. His own problems, such as food and the unreal transformation, seemed a bit more important then asking himself why there was an arctic fox hopping around. But, as he thought this, he decided that he wasn't really in a comfortable position to ask these questions, so he held his tongue and kept it in mind for when he was fully clothed.

He rolled his eyes angrily, gritting his teeth as she mocked him. Just shut up already, he thought, waiting impatiently for her to stop her howling. His stomach growled angrily for food, and he realized he was more screwed then before. At least when he was a horse he could stand to eat grass and such. He doubted that he'd be able to swallow the small white flowers he'd been munching on for a week, let alone eat enough to truly fill him up now that he was returned to his human form. Which, by the way, he still didn't know how he'd managed to do it. He'd have to do a bit of trial and error to figure out that one, but not right now. This flower was all he had, and he wasn't too keen on losing when shifting again.

Denis reached forward with his stick, poking her in the side of the face, but of course it did nothing. " Hey! Don't you -- A what?! " He stopped mid-sentence, too shocked at her words. Shifter? If I'm a shifter, why the hell did I get stuck with a damn horse!? I hate the beasts! Why not something cool, like, uh, like a tiger or wolf? Huh? Who even decides this? he thought, releasing the stick. It's not like she was even scared of the thing, so what was the use of having it anyway? He ignored the poke, he had just shoved a stick in her cheek after all. And after a moments hesitation, he also ignored her comment. There wasn't anything sensible to be said to that, especially since it was most likely some form of cannibalism if he were to eat a horse.

" Hey! Lemme go! " he cried as he was yanked toward with by the rope she'd managed to slip over his neck. " When you think about it, they're not too different, " he said, frustrated. This was not his idea of comfort, being pulled about by some crazy girl while naked. And while he suffered, she was having a grand old time with cracking jokes and mocking him. He glared at her as she 'threatened' to whip him. " No doubt someone as insane as you would enjoy that. And it's a horse, not a damn pony, " he muttered under his breath, stumbling forward as she yanked on the rope yet again. DJ glanced awkwardly behind him as she continued laughing at him, checking to see if anyone had seen him. Relieved that he found no one, he went on to fuming silently.

This woman has a serious love for schadenfreude, he thought angrily, tripping into the 'house'. " Nice place ya got here, miss. Very cozy, and, uh, pristine, " he said sarcastically, wiping a finger along the dusty door frame and glancing down at the mess of clothes on the floor.

Stopping at her side, fearing another yank of the rope looped around his neck, he looked at her. Slim frame, strong arms, slightly wavy brown hair, and vivid green eyes. Not too shabby for some freak stranded on a deserted island, forced to live off any piece of meat she can find. But he wasn't completely convinced that she was turned off by cannibalism, so he had to keep his guard up.

" I think I deserve to learn a little about you now, since you've gotten to know so much about me in the past, what, two minutes? " he said this with a sweep of his left arm, his right still clinging to the flower, So, dear captor, what's your name? How did you get here, how long ago? And what on earth is a shifter? " he asked, turning awkwardly back to the pile of clothes. Gah, all she has are girly clothes and ripped tees. Where's her normal clothes? I know the ripped and worn style is in, but this is taking it too far, he thought, searching for something decent he could snatch from her, for the time being at least. There was no way he was marching around holding a damn flower for the rest of his life, that was for sure.

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[aubrey]

Shocked had registered in his eyes, but Aubrey wasn’t much for paying attention and even worse at it when she was angry or as her brother had once fondly put it, ‘her Tasmanian devil side was out’. Aubrey hissed when the stick struck her but then just kept on jabbing, roughly escorting her catch towards the shack. It was a dirty little place she did admit it, thank god she didn’t own it. She didn’t bother to see DJ’s reaction to the place because in truth she didn’t care. Absent mindedly she half shifted -her fluffy tail lashing to better show the mood she was in- out of habit. She would have been fully shifted but sadly she had the duty of clothing the nude DJ so no one else had to see him running about. She huffed, scrunching up her nose and sticking it out at the boy, rolling her eyes while she was at it to top off the typical teenage girl. “Oh buck it up…” Aubrey growled through her teeth annoyed at how much this boy whined. She tugged the rope again as she headed towards the closet wondering if there was anything in there that might fit the other. She gave him a once over and decided a shirt wasn’t necessary and began to rummage through the clothes that were already strewn about from when she had been digging around.

She smirked realizing she had hit a mark with the whole pony thing. “Oh yes I’d like that very much…” Aubrey grinned her words thick with sarcasm. “And anyway this place isn’t mine Pony Boy, so shut up or put up. ‘Less you’d rather find your own clothes.” She added with a triumphant gleam in her wild eyes as she pulled out a pair of shorts that looked about DJ’s size. She tossed it to him, still holding onto the rope, “Alright then, stick ‘em on, there’s no underwear in here.” Aubrey yawned, sinking into the pile of clothes like it was a beanie chair, she lounged on it, one hand picking burrs out of her tail as the other held her head up and had the rope secure around its wrist. His words about knowing something about her rang with truth and Aubrey rolled her eyes again. “Hmmm, I like the ring of that... Captor Aubrey.” She mused then in a bored tone she answered. “I’m Aubrey, I’ve been here for a year and I’m a shifter.” She said as though she was at one of those AAA meetings admitting about her alcohol addiction which she just so happened had well she did have one once. A green spaghetti strap shirt caught her attention suddenly and Aubrey smiled snatching it up, “There you are!” She pulled off the ugly ripped shirt she had had to make do with and then pulled the green one over her head quite pleased with herself.

“Don’t get too attached to those shorts either, bloke. When ya change your clothes just burst into shreds.” Aubrey groaned, letting her head fall back onto the pile of clothes as she looked up at the ceiling, her eyes sliding shut. It was after all the day and red pandas were creatures of the night, Aubrey curled into a tighter ball, making sure to tether the rope tight around her wrist incase her new found entertainment decided to try and slip away. She wondered idly if he’d try and wake her, the youth knew she had spoken in riddles and hadn’t really told DJ much… If he woke her, well the fight was on.

[samantha]

As the fluffy, ringed tail shot out once more, DJ also found himself staring at it. For a second, he wondered if it were possible for him to do such a thing, perhaps grow the head of a horse. Then he pushed the thoughts out of his mind as fast as possible, because he wasn't too keen on testing that theory out right now.

The shorts she threw landed on his shoulder, making him realized he'd been staring at her tail for quite some time, fascinated by it. Then realizing how awkward it would be to be found staring at that certain area of someone's body, he pried his eyes away. Even though he knew it was all in innocent curiosity, she might think otherwise. Girls always did, that was one similarity he'd learned with ease.

With a sigh, he picked up the shorts and gave them a good look. Hmm, might be a bit tight, but at least they're not like some I've seen, he thought, thinking back to before the island, which seemed like months but was actually only a week or two ago. The image of him walking around shirtless wearing hot pink short shorts almost killed him. He took a few steps backward, still holding the flower awkwardly with his right hand, toward the door.

" I'll go put these on now . . . " he said, almost tripping backward. The rope tugged on his skin, and remembered that he was still chained to this girl. Really not wanting to get dressed in front of her, he caught her eyes and made the saddest face he could muster while the ridiculouse picture of him in short shorts was still fresh in his mind. To add to his pitiful look he tugged gently on the rope and tipped one head to the side. Of course, he knew how foolish this was, and quickly dropped the act. " Or not . . . " he mumbled, taking a couple of steps closer so as not to stress the rope anymore.

" So, um, yeah. D'you think you could look away, for a bit? Please? " he asked, trying to think of how this would work. Knowing how insane this woman could be, he doubted she'd comply just to make things more difficult. So, without looking to her again, he shimmied the shorts up carefully, dropping the now crumpled flower as they slipped onto his hips. They were a bit uncomfortable, but more so then edging around holding a flower.

" So, how do they look? " he asked sarcastically, giving a little twirl for her. He then did a couple of cliché strongmen poses, such as kissing the arm and the lifting of imaginary boulders, all the while holding a straight face. As he sat down at her side on the litter of clothing, he gave a short laugh, mostly from his thorough embarassement of the past few minutes. Now bored, he looked around him once more, noting small things such as the few bugs crawling through cracks and dust covering empty spaces. His attention was then pulled toward a more desirable conversation, so he looked back to her.

" And I'm Denis, though most call me -- well, I supose it'd be 'called' now -- DJ. Now, do you think you could tell me what the hell is going on here?! " he asked, wanting some decent answers. She had to know something or other about this place, she'd been there for a year.

" Oh, uh . . . " he stumbled as she whipped off her shirt to exchange it for another. This girl wasn't making his life any easier for him, which was saying something because it never had been easy. Between trying to please his parents and hiding his 'addiction', he never really had time for real fun. Everything he did was either ordered by his father, or only happened because he'd been drinking a bit too much. That is how he ended up here, of course. He'd been boating with his friends, trying to get away from his father who'd threatened to kick him out, and they'd decided that drinking would be a grand idea. And now he was here. Without those two factors, he was left sitting alone in his room, completely bored with life.

When he was brought back to the present he found her falling asleep. Oh great, how am I supposed to get any answers now? He turned toward her balled form and touch her lightly on the shoulder. " Hey, hey wake up. It's not even night. Come oooon, you're not going to make me stay here, are you? " he asked, whispering this while giving her shoulder small shakes. When he found this wasn't working, he poked her gently on the cheek as he'd done before but with a stick. He found her skin soft to the touch, and smiled softly. He'd like to stay, but there was much more he had to learn about here before he would be comfortable with sleeping in a pile of clothes.

Then his stomach growled violently, and he remembered just how hungry he was. " Hey, Aubrey. I'm starving. At least lemme go if you're gonna sleep! " he said, clutching his gurgling stomach.

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[aubrey]

She stretched out wiggling her toes as sleep tried to descend upon her. Aubrey felt the numbness still her bones and she merely sank into it, not caring if some strange boy was half dressed and tied to her arm. He had two hands didn’t he? If he wanted to leave all he had to do was untie the rope around his neck… Aubrey’s eyes snapped open as she realized that, and then her entertainment would be gone, were would the fun of that be? She pouted but then sleep came in a tide, washing over her like an ocean wave and she sank back under, the frown still there on her face. She didn’t even bother to look at DJ as he asked her about his appearance in those ugly old shorts instead she murmured something too low for his to catch, thank God. Aubrey yawned again, stretching out her arms and arching up her back as did so, hearing a healthy pop before she settled back down into her nest. She wasn’t in the mood for his questions or to listen to the deep bass of his voice for Aubrey –who would never admit it- was growing fond of DJ. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t had the luxury of human company for quite some time or maybe because she hadn’t had the pleasure of another in quite some time, but whatever the reason Aubrey was beginning to like DJ’s company. But of course he had to go and ruin it again, that bastard.

Denis, was that seriously his name? Aubrey couldn’t help but smirk to himself, coming up with so many ways to tease the poor youth about it. She liked the ring of DJ though but just annoy the other she knew she’d still call him Pony Boy , the smirk grew into a grin, but not once did Aubrey open her eyes as he spoke but instead stayed perfectly still on her make shift bed, arms now behind her head as she debated whether or not to tell him answers. She hadn’t really given it much thought when she had put on her shirt, she’d seen him nude so it didn’t matter he had seen her and really it hadn’t been much just her torso. She did laugh out loud though when he stuttered, what was his problem? It was just a body, hadn’t he seen a girl before? Aubrey rolled her eyes, probably not. Who would want to get close to him when he a personality of an ass? Sure he was pretty damn hot, even if she’d never ever admit it but still it made her sides ache with giggles at just thinking about what DJ was missing out on.

Aubrey hunkered back down into her bed, the clothes warm underneath her and once more she almost slipped to sleep. She wasn’t going to answer his questions yet, nah she’d do that later after she’d hunted. But it seemed like DJ had another idea as she plopped down next to her. A light hiss emitted from the girl, but she didn’t move from her place. Annoying little rugrat, she thought dryly scrunching her eyes tighter. Then of course he had to go and be his usual self which Aubrey was about to kick down a few notches. He started to shake her shoulder and Aubrey groaned wondering why she had even took pity on him and clothed his ass. Then remembered he had supposed to been her meal for tonight and a few weeks too, but no of course nothing on this damned island could be that easy. Her nose scrunched up in disgust at the thought, if she ever got off of Ivory Island she’d make sure to nuke this place. She liked that idea, when she was Dictator Aubrey of the whole planet her first royal decree was to nuke this island.

He poked her cheek and the auburn haired girl huffed turning over on her side to look up at him through thick eyelashes. He was probably right, it wouldn’t be nice to just go to sleep and make him stay put, but she was not about to give him up either. Besides he had no idea about the island it seemed so she’d have to help him. Great it was like playing family again like she had when she was little. Aubrey was the mom and DJ the baby… No more like Aubrey was the evil step mom and DJ was the about to be the victim. She liked that idea better. “Fine.” She muttered, sitting up and leaning on DJ, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

“Okay so listen up, bloke. This here place is called Ivory Island, and no good comes of it. There’s a lot of weirdos here, and don’t poke fun of me either ‘cuz I’m probably a 2 or 3 on the scale of weird mind you that’s the least bit. You see, there’s all kind of things and critters roaming about.” She held up a hand ticking the creatures off on her fingers, “Let’s see… There’s vampires, witches, humans, succubus, and shifters… Oh forgot about the kelpies. Vamps, witches -well there’s only one witch-, and humans are pretty much self explanatory. But the others aren’t… What I gather Succubuses like sex um Shifters -that’s me- can turn into a animal but only one… And then kelpies are like water horses. Freaky huh?”

Aubrey explained, now picking dirt out from under one of her nails then she perked up as her stomach rumbled too. Aubrey stood up offering a hand to DJ, the concept was completely foreign to her since her arrival on the island but some bits of her manners was coming through the longer she was in human company. Aubrey’s feral form had taken a toll on her but DJ was helping bring back a little bit of her humanity. “Alright then, what can I interest you in? Fruits? Seafood?” She smirked seductivly, “Or me?” Aubrey joked waiting for DJ to get up off his butt.

[samantha]

DJ glared at her, though she couldn't see, as she laughed at his name. He didn't mind it much, well, as long as they stuck to Denis or DJ. His sister, Marienna, called him Denny, and her twin brother Jonathan did as well when he wanted to bother him. There others who just called him Baker in that really annoying semi-formal way, and those who tried to be cool by saying 'Deej' but failed because it was followed by a back slap and asking for drinks or a smoke. That always annoyed him, when he was known only as the go-to man for all your illegal needs. He only drank, but Jon had lately gotten into the drugs, so everybody who was too intimidated by him would ask his younger geeky brother.

Thinking about this, he longed to have a computer or something nearby. His phone was completely dead, and his laptop was probably somewhere on the deep ocean floor from the crash. Before the island, he'd been pretty handy with electronics, and if people here had salvaged what pieces of equipment they'd had with them, he might've been able to build something to help them. But, he had yet to meet anybody else but Aubrey, and by the way she clung to the rope, he doubted he'd get out much to check for anybody else. Plus, even though he'd never admit it, he was terrified to meet the others of the island. She'd only spoken about shifters so far, but he wouldn't be surprised if there were more creatures. And even if there wasn't, just thinking about the possible animals one could turn into freaked him out. Man-eating animals, small ones that could inject you with poison, big ones that could fit you in their mouth. He pulled his fingers through his hair, something he did when he was bored or nervous.

He rolled his eyes immaturely, hiding his embarrassment from her laughter. He almost felt the need to defend himself, what right did she have to mock him? Would she prefer him to be groping her? With a sharp "hahaha" and a low muttering of the overly complex mind of females, he rolled to his side. His hand ran across an array of wounds he'd recently gained. There were many thin slices around his wrists and legs from galloping through thorn bushes, a thicker but shorter slash on his thigh and a gash just below his ear across his jaw line, both from the crash. Running a large hand through his thick, dark hair, he let out a sigh. These new cuts were healing, and with healing came the itchiness. He had to hold himself back from picking at the scabs. He knew from common sense that you didn't re-open a wound, especially when there wasn't a doctor in sight. That was all he needed, for them to get infected. Wouldn't that be just lovely? His face and legs swollen and pussing. Yum.

He coughed awkwardly from these thoughts, watching her as she was pulled out of sleep. He wished he could just curl up like that, but he was much too hungry for such a thing. He turned his shoulder to better hold her weight, excited that his curiosity was now going to be fulfilled. He felt the warmth of her breath against his skin as she spoke of the abnormalities of the island they were both stranded on. Though it didn't smell quite like perfume as was expected from living in the wild for a year, he was strangely lulled by it. Everyone word she spoke soaked in, but didn't quite reach him 'til a moment later.

" Vampires and the lot are real? Well that's just great. Hmm, I suppose I'd be a kelpie then, anything else you know about 'em? And why only one witch, what do they do? There must be a catch for those succubus', liking sex can't be that bad of a 'curse'. What do they do, eat the heads of their partners after wards? And shifters, how is the animal determined? Luck of the draw? Or did you choose your animal? " His questions spawned from his mind, but his attention was on her, his fingers longing to twine into her hair. He supposed this was all coming from her being the first human he'd spoken to in awhile, it had to. He should be completely freaked out by this, by her, by himself, by the island. But it all seemed like background noise or a movie. This was all fake, just a play. It'd be over soon enough, all he had to do was keep thinking that and concentrate only on the minor things.

Feeling her move from his side, he reached up and grasped her hand. Warm, somewhat rough from living here for so long, but still soft. Pulling himself up, DJ smiled, dusting off his new shorts. He'd have to remember what she'd said about the clothing ripping, he didn't exactly have much to spare.

" Hmm, some fish sounds good after living off flowers and grass, but really, anything will do, " he said, a bad taste on his tongue as he remembered the bitterness of the nectar of the flowers and the bland taste of grass. " Though, if you're offering . . . " he whispered, grinning. The haze had passed as he released her hand, beginning to walk toward the door, now completely starving. He tugged on the rope, urging her to move. He had no clue where they'd find fruits or fish, let alone how they'd get either. Sure, he had a strong build, but because he'd so strongly refused to take part in any of the sporting activities his father had thrusted upon him, he didn't quite know how to do much with it. He'd never had to, they'd both given up on him becoming the star football player they'd been hoping for, so he was all brains and useless brawns.

"So, where to, oh Captor Aubrey? "

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[parker]

She waited impatiently as always, her head slightly cocked to the side as she was bombarded with questions that would not rest until they were answered. The auburn haired girl sighed, the side of her lips pulled up, one brow furrowed and the other arched as she waited until he was done. Mid way through the questions Aubrey started staring off into space, his words began to run together in nonsense strings as her gaze became more unfocused on what was before her. She was thinking about the ship wreck, wondering if anything was left out there to be found. She’d heard that big black beast -oh what was his name? Nero? - had made way with the alcohol and was now holding it in his group. Groups… that reminded Aubrey that she held the high status of a Beta in her pack. She liked that, liked that she had the control over other people and only had to answer to one herself. DJ’s voice brought her back to reality and Aubrey gave him another once over. Oh how she adored a man with scars. She smirked at her own attraction towards the boy, and decided to play it off as him being the first guy since her arrival that had spoken to her. And he was quite a handsome bloke at that.

She’d tell him what he wanted, just for that trait alone, she’d tell him anything. “Sadly they do exist which makes it a lot harder to get on.” The youth absentmindedly twirled a strand of hair as she thought about what else she knew about the strange inhabitants of Ivory Island. “Well kelpies are pretty cool. They can turn into horses and then go find some poor fair maiden, who gets on their backs. Then the beast goes and drowns the human and eats them. Lovely huh? Well Don't be getting no ideas, bloke.” She wondered if DJ had any thought about drowning and eating her, that’d be wonderful. The moment he turned into a horse with a bad attitude she’d cut him… No more stallion just a gelding. Aubrey suppressed the giggles at the thought. “Well I’m not for sure how the animal is picked for a shifter all I know is one day I was in the Outback with my mate, Alex and we were uh”- Aubrey thought of a cleaner way to tell him what she had been doing on that faithful June afternoon with her boyfriend-“…messing around. And one moment I was me, and then the next I was a red panda.” She did laugh at remembering Alex’s face when she had turned into the cute little cuddly red panda. “Okay and then I never said anything about succubus’s being cursed. They don’t eat people they just kinda draw their energy I think and they do it sexually… That’s what Charlotte said anyway.” Aubrey shrugged, hoping those answers would suffice. Her stomach grumbled reminding her what she was suppose to be doing.

When his hand was grasped around hers the warmth flooded through her system and Aubrey was having a hard time controlling herself. Fresh hormones ran amuck in her body but she put it on hold, tempting as it was. His weight was more then she had anticipated and she was drawn into his chest, catching herself so she didn’t unbalance him. She probably wouldn’t get back up if they fell on the floor. But instead of peeling away from his bare chest, the youth stood there, looking up through her thick lashes towards his face. DJ was a head taller and few more inches then Aubrey, and absentmindedly traced patterns on his chest with her fingertip. She didn’t want to back off, had no intention of letting a blush spread across her cheeks and act embarrassed. The more Aubrey had been feral the more her instincts were pronounced and in this case it was very known what she wanted to do. Her lips were pressed to the crook of DJ’s neck where it met his shoulder blade and a shudder ran down her spine. He tasted so god damn good. One arm slipped around his neck, the other still on his chest as Aubrey pulled herself closer, the rope was forgotten but she knew she was still Captor Aubrey. “Mmmmhm, I don’t suppose you ever did it on a beach before.” She purred into his collarbone. He probably thought she was crazy, thought she was beyond insane but Aubrey was only feeling one thing right now and it was best to get it out of her system.

[samantha]

Denis shifted to face her as she answered him, smirking because he was finally getting the answers he'd sought after since he first arrived. He nodded, made mumbling sounds, and just stared blankly in semi-surprise as she spoke. So, if he was a kelpie, did that mean he was supposed to eat people? He tried to imagine it, but didn't think it possible. Well, he mused,

[/i]I guess that's always a plan I could fall back on if I ever go hungry again.[/i] He shrugged, hiding a shiver at his own thoughts.

" You don't have to worry. " he said, waving a hand to show that he had no interest. After a short pause, he poked her on the nose and laugh. " As long as you feed me, that is. " he joked dropping his hand and resting his eyes as she continued on.

He peeled an eye open to watch her as she stumbled over her words for only a second. Messing around, huh? he thought, wondering what animal his shift would be had he not been a kelpie. For a second, he wondered who Charlotte was, a succubus herself? or another shifter friend. Though, there was no need to think that everyone was a freak like him. Aubrey had said there were just humans here, too.

He was almost jealous of them, humans that is. He he had no clue why. He'd gone through his entire life so far thinking he was normal like the rest of them, and now that it had come to his attention that he wasn't he envied being normal? He remembered when he used to wish his life were different, if his parents weren't so commanding, his siblings not so annoying. He wanted to live with excitement, and now that the first touch of a difference was upon him, he took it all back. Make up your mind, sheesh.

He took a careful step back as she fell into him to catch his own balance. He grasped her wrists, waiting for her to pull back. But she did the opposite, pulling him closer. Confused at her sudden change -- from what he'd figured was mild repulsion to attraction -- he just watched her wide-eyed. What was this, a test to see his reaction? If he pushed her away would she call him heartless or immature? And if he allowed this to happen, if he held her as she held him, would he be slapped across his cheek and called a pervert? He let her head rest against his shoulder as he thought things through as quickly as possible. When nothing came to mind that would avoid him getting punched or kicked in anyway, he gave up. He was frustrated and decided he'd just give in. His reasoning? Here was a girl -- an attractive one -- basically throwing herself at him. Why waste the chance presented right in front of him? This was what he'd been thinking about moments ago, wasn't it? So, was he going to change his mind about something again? Was he going to pass up a chance in fear of her hurting him? With a downward glance at her soft lips pressed against his bare skin, he decided she wasn't much of a threat.

DJ dropped her wrists as she wrapped her arms around him. They fell to her waist, one holding her lightly, the other lifting to her face, brushing strands of hair away. He bent his neck to reach her face, pushing it back softly with his hand so she was facing him. He smiled, filling the few inches between them, pressing his lips to hers. He pulled her close, his mouth moving along her cheek, her ear, down to just underneath her jaw on her neck. He stopped only for a second as she spoke, her voice sending a gently chill down his spine. " Mmm, but there's a first time for everything, isn't there? " he said. His hands reached down, lifting her up into his arms and around his waist as his lips continued to work their way back to her lips.

He had to take a step forward to better hold her weight. As already stated, he may be muscular, but he rarely ever used them. It was almost comical how weak he could be. Right now, he was beginning to regret picking her up, he was going to end up dropping her, breaking the serene silence that surrounded them right now. He may be hungry, but that could wait. He wanted to hold her. He had been longing for human contact, and now that he had it he wasn't going to let it go any time soon.[/blockquote][/font][/justify]

[parker]

She felt him stiffen at first, probably afraid she was going to stab him in the back while she distracted him. Smart boy, She had to give him some credit most boys would have just melted right into her first chance her lips touched theirs. So he wasn't a complete dolt, lucky for him or Aubrey would've left him somewhere afraid he'd be a dead weight to the mission. She smiled against his collarbone waiting until he finally figured out she wasn't going to kill him. It didn't take very long until he gave in, of course he did. How he could refuse this wonderful oppurtunity? It wasn't every day some beautiful forgien girl threw herself at you, better take it while you can. And she was going to seize the oppurtunity as well, where she got to press herself up against some hottie and drink in his sweet scent. She was being pulled closer, his hands roaming down her back to rest at his waist, drawing her in tighter. Aubrey felt comfortable pressed up against the broad chest of DJ's, much more so then she had ever felt with Alex. This Pony Boy was something else. When his lips met hers it was like an electirc current charging through her system, it felt so wonderful the way her skin tingled as his met hers in that shocking first encounter. She moaned, her body shuddering as Aubrey's lips melted into DJ's. It felt so god damned good to have another living warm human pressed against her, she hadn't realized how much she had missed human company and wanted to soak it up but perhaps now wasn't the best time. Maybe after she knew more then just his name, maybe later. But he felt so good, his lips tasted like heaven, and Aubrey's head was full of DJ. It was rather hard to think about anything else. Her lips worked his expertetly, trailing his strong square jawline.

Aubrey's other hand now moved from DJ's chest downward, twining her fingers in the belt loops on the shorts, she pulled her lips away from his warm skin, a seductive smile playing on her lips as she looked up at him. "Darlin' I don't think nows the time, best be getting something to eat, and this time I'm not offering." She purred kissing his jaw again. Then pulled away, flitting towards the door. "C'mon pony boy, I'm not so good at fishing but I'm sure I can get some fruit." Aubrey smiled, her blue eyes dancing.