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Anya It took one or two more tries to wake up the white haired stranger, but within moments, she was already regretting it. She found herself watching, staring at the stranger with wide and worried eyes. She looked down at the punctures in her arm, starting to seep with scarlet blood. "Wh-" She breathed before taking a step or so back. She wanted to run. Really. But her legs didn't want to move. There was a werewolf here... In the humans kingdom... She should scream and shout, but there was something stopping her, for she would be criticized for being out in the first place. She was quiet for a long time, but he seemed so... Apologetic. Guilty even, she knew she shouldn't, after everything she had been told, but she was in pain, not that she cared to show it, but it was like her arm was on fire. Burning and boiling. Reluctantly, she nodded and she offered him her shaking arm, already starting to go red. "I- uhm..." She tried to think of what to say, but thats all she could push out. "It's... It's fine..." Anyas wording started to sound more like a question, but she wasn't sure what to say. She didn't think she had ever spoken to a werewolf before, let alone been bitten by one. But it wasn't 'fine' . It wasn't alright that someone had just bitten her. But if they were less worrisome about it, she might not have been quite so forgiving. After her thoughts rushed through her head, she calmed down a little, just staring at the blood running down her arm. "I sholdn't have woken you up," She thought absentmindedly. "Sorry," She added with a small huff. It was pretty much her fault anyway. If she had left him be, she wouldn't be in this strange position right now. She wasn't nearly as scared as she thought she should be... W heather hat was a good thing or a bad thing, she didn't know. But sometimes, if you believed you were brave enough, you would actually come off that way. "Are there more of... you... here?" She was going to quiz him. Make sure that he was alone, because she knew normal wolves stayed in packs, but she wasn't sure if it was the same for werewolves. She assumed that it was, but then again, her assumptions weren't always the most reliable source. She took her arm back after a few minuets and held it in her opposite arm. (Sorry, this one is a bit shorter.) |
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(what do you mean short? lol xD its all fine!) Frigus The young man's bright glowing blue eyes gleamed in fright as he knew that he had been discovered, he hoped she couldn't scream, wouldn't run away and tell the kingdom. she could have his head mounted on her wall if she wanted. heck he could be turned into a fur coat! this one mistake would be his demise, "i-i swear... i didn't mean it, i never wanted to harm anyone, i don't like to hurt people... please... don't tell anyone?" he gulped as she offered him her arm, taking a look at it he frowned, "here..." and he used his shirt to wrap it up to help stop the bleeding and to make sure she didn't get anything stuck in it. . His gaze flickered back up to meet hers but now that he didn't have his shirt covering his birthmark, it was exposed, a crescent moon with wolf toes around it right over his heart. after she said it was fine he shook his head and clenched his jaws together, "no... its not." he huffed and scratched his head, what now? was she going to take him away, have him beheaded, lynched, burned? but then her voice took his thoughts back, "I sholdn't have woken you up," "Sorry," he looked up, stunned at the words she had spoken and shook his head, "no... no, its- its not right... i shouldn't have bitten you... its not right. no matter what state of mind i was in... i cant just bite you." he frowned, "i really didn't mean it though... at night... well, especially on full moons we make irrational descitions... im sorry, its harder for me to think straight." . then her next question took him back a second and he paused, ""Are there more of... you... here?" he frowned, was she trying to figure out if more would come if he was murdered? well sadly no. he was lonely. no one cared or would know if he vanished. "i-i don't know... i swear im not here to hurt anyone... i don't want anything to do with the wars... i just want to live..." he gulped and looked down at his feet, "i-im sorry... i understand if you have to behead me, lynch me, burn me, what ever punishment you humans choose... i-i have no one anyways... no one would come for me. no one would know." he took a deep breath after saying all he had. was he surrendering? why? he didn't know. it was pathetic and he knew it. but maybe she wouldn't hurt him if he showed her harmlessness, if she could just pity him enough to let him go. |
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Anya Anya watched as a few drops of blood started to seep through the thin shirt, but gave in a nod in thanks. She looked a little confused when he started going on about how bad it was for him to have bitten her, and yes, it was sore, but she really didn't understand why he was so adamant that he had done was so bad. "I woke you up while you were sleeping, even I would have bitten someone for that. and I'm not super natural-" Why was she still here? And why was she so comfortable with talking to him? He didn't really give her a feeling that she was in danger, perhaps because he was happy to give himself up, so maybe if he was a little more violent with his wording, she might have been a little more scared. "Even I would bite if I was woken up, so please, stop apologizing." She said, incorporating a small joke. Maybe she shouldn't do that. This was far from a joke, and she was sure the werewolf that had just ran into her wouldn't think it was a joke. God, he thought he was going to be killed, this definitely wasn't a joke. "I'm not going to have you sentenced," She promised, "If I was, do you not think that I would have ran by now? My guards would already have gotten to you, and you would be in a cell awaiting your death. So you are quite alright right now." She informed him, rolling her eyes ever so slightly before curiosity overtook them. "But why are you willing to give yourself up?" She didn't mean for her voice to be so sharp, but she really had no other way to get it out so quickly. "I mean, normally people beg for their lives... So why give up so easily? Not having anyone is no reason." I shouldn't be talking to you, She thought soon after her mini-speech. She wasn't quite sure that to think of his surrender, but it wasn't normal. She knew herself that if she was in his position, she would be begging for her life. Begging and running. "And if I were going to do anything, it would be having you tortured. And do you know how that would go? I'd have you isolated, really alone. You'd have no human contact, minimal food and a dark, cold room. You'd have no sense of daytime or night time, what season, day, or month it was. You'd simply be existing. Eventually, you'd go off your rocker, then you'd beg for death. Then, we'd deny you even that." She pondered threateningly for a moment. She had been so nice, so the fact that she could change that so quickly was scary, even to her. It was almost as though she had done this before, but she was sure such a thing had never been said. |
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Frigus the woman seemed not to understand the risk and severity of her bight whether or not it was deep or not. it broke the skin, his saliva entered her blood stream. his fears were going to come true. "I woke you up while you were sleeping, even I would have bitten someone for that. and I'm not super natural-" he gave a slight chuckle at her little joke and tilted his head with an understanding nod. . The young man wiped his mouth, licking his teeth, he still had that irony taste of blood smeared on his lips that he was trying to wipe off. "I'm not going to have you sentenced," her words brought him relief. he really didn't want to die. but he had used his seeming eagerness to die as a pity drawer. "If I was, do you not think that I would have ran by now? My guards would already have gotten to you, and you would be in a cell awaiting your death. So you are quite alright right now." he nodded with a huff looking at the ground, "well... yeah, but i also wasn't sure if you may have been debating on it. who knows, maybe you would want a 'strike back' at me." he said simply. . her next words took him by surprise, "But why are you willing to give yourself up?" "I mean, normally people beg for their lives... So why give up so easily? Not having anyone is no reason." he paused. thinking for a moment, "well... you see, i do want to live... but at the same time what do i have to work towards? i don't contribute to anything. and its true, no one would know or care... aaand i was hoping it might cause some sense of pity guessing you had a little of a heart enough to let me go after hearing my sorrow..." he huffed and looked away a bit nervously, "i uh... yeah... just um.. strategy." he huffed and swallowed, now feeling incredibly awkward with the revealing of his 'strategy' or sly 'mind game' or attempt at a 'guilt trip'. "And if I were going to do anything, it would be having you tortured. And do you know how that would go? I'd have you isolated, really alone. You'd have no human contact, minimal food and a dark, cold room. You'd have no sense of daytime or night time, what season, day, or month it was. You'd simply be existing. Eventually, you'd go off your rocker, then you'd beg for death. Then, we'd deny you even that." his eyes went wide at those words and he looked at her side ways, were the side effects of the bite already working? a sign was unexplained sudden aggression, the craving for raw meats, and dreams of hunting. and then another was flashbacks of memories that the one who had bitten them had been through. he gulped and debated fleeing, "s-should i uh... run? you've seemed to have thought that through... very..." he gulped, "very thoroughly." |
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(Sorry, this one is a little short as well >,>) Anya Anya shook her head at his nervous question, forming millions for her own in the back of her head. "I- No!" Anya said swiftly, still a little shocked that what came out of her mouth was actually from her. "I didn't mean that, I- it came nowhere." She saved her self as quickly as she could from that, but she still felt odd. "Apologies, thats not like me at all..." She murmured, "I promise." She finished with a small huff. "I didn't mean to... Scare you? Worry you? Make you nervous?" She wasn't sure if she had scared him, and if she had, she wanted to laugh. Not only was he a lot bigger than her in stature, but he was paranormal. She should be scared, and somewhere deep down she was. Just not enough. She was slightly offended but the 'guilt trip' but he didn't know her personally so didn't take it to heart. "You think something like guilt that would impact on any decision someone like myself would have made about your death?" It wasn't a lie. She was always quite stubborn with everything she said, and death was certainly was no exception, at least she didn't think so. She had never actually decided on sentencing, but she had watched the king, prince, her brother, mother and queen do it, so she didn't think that she would be lenient. But it wasn't like she ever wanted to be in that position, she was normally too nice to take a life that wasn't hers. That was something she really didn't have on her bucket list. She hated taking things from people, and if she could help it, she would avoid it at all costs. A life was something she couldn't bear to strip someone of, no matter who they were or what they had done, whether that'd be good or bad. Anya looked at her arm for another moment before shaking her head. "Now, how many times have you bitten someone in your sleep? I don't know very much about your kind, but is that normal?" She said as she slowly started spitting out questions. "And... Why are you so tall?" She looked him up and down, trying to figure out how tall exactly he was. Perhaps 6'6ft? Or even taller? It was strange to her, as the tallest person she had ever seen was 6'3ft. She knew because she asked. He seemed very proud of his height, but she would have felt strangely out of place. She was less than average, and being the highest head out of a sea of people was a scary prospect to her. |
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Frigus . She seemed shocked at his question but not so much in him but in herself. He stayed frozen a ,moment but slightly began easing up at her rambling in apology, curiosity now taking form in his icy glowing gaze, "Apologies, that's not like me at all..." he tilted his head slightly and eased himself off of the wall, but slowly, "I didn't mean to... Scare you? Worry you? Make you nervous?" his eyes only squinted slightly at her wording but it was accompanied by a slight smirk, "no, no its ok..." he said his eyes beginning to grow normal again, interest and curiosity still in them but his smile was gentler as he stepped down a bit, "just have to be cautious is all." . As she spoke once more he was a little taken by her words, "You think something like guilt that would impact on any decision someone like myself would have made about your death?" but responded quicker than he could think, "well, id suppose if one had a heart, but i don't know you and how a person like you would take it." he huffed and stared a moment in thought, A person like her? she just insulted herself with insensitivity. it would be absolutely cruel for a person to do something like that and not feel sorry. who wouldn't feel sorry? . "Now, how many times have you bitten someone in your sleep? I don't know very much about your kind, but is that normal?" her question took his mind back a second, well he didn't think he had bitten another since he was a child, "i... well, no, of course its not normal, its cruel really. at least most of us don't do it of purpose. And... i don't believe ive done that since ive been a child. but yet again, im in a kingdom that hates my kind, sleeping in an alley way, on a full moon, of which makes us a bit more aggressive and makes us less likely to think before our actions." he shrugged, "just a wrong place wrong time kind of deal this time i guess..." His bright icy blue gaze glowed in the shadows like light beams almost as he stared at her, "And... Why are you so tall?" he couldn't help but chuckle at this one. He really wasn't sure. he was even tall for his kind, "i really don't know... im taller than most of my kind as well, well other than the royals but uh..." he glanced at his marking on his chest, "ive always just been a lone wolf with no family history or anywhere to call home. im what my kind calls a traveler or well, a loner." but then he glanced at her arm a moment with a slight frown, "are you feeling alright?" he said with a gleam of concern in his eyes. |
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Anya "Ah, yes, I can understand your caution." She looked more than thoughtful for a moment before she spoke up again, "You have every right to be. After all, you are on the wrong side, are you not? And that means that you are more likely to be quizzed and questioned. Someone whom can't hold their tongue will put pieces together and all of a sudden you're being hunted." She stood with her finger lightly on her lip as she spoke, as though she was trying to read his thoughts. The cold was starting to worsen as the moon reached its peak, although she tried hard not to show it. "Is that little story you had told earlier true?" OK. So she was suspicious. But who would blame her? She had only ever been out when she was young, and even then she only ever really knew a few people her age, but it was such a long time ago that she only remember a few facial features. And kids were mean. You couldn't trust any of them, and from what she had heard from her uncle and the maids, adults weren't too much different. And they had power, so rats+power=destruction. Anya wasn't sure whether to be offend or take his word for it, but her reply was cold but truthful. "It's nothing to do with having a heart or not. It's how I- my family and I were raised. You have to follow through with a threat otherwise you get no respect. And is respect not important at a status like mine? If someone like you came along and tried to guilt trip a decision maker, it would never work, not if they were doing things right." Anya paused as she looked around the empty streets, hoping that no one had noticed her disappearance from the chambers, "That made no sense. But does you understand where I'm coming from? It's not that that process of thought is heartless, it's just that we don't feel the need to pity who's done us wrong. " She admitted, a slight look of embarrassment across her cheeks. She fumbled with her words, and now she looked stupid. Well done Anya, if anything, you should be taking pity on yourself. Anya looked up to the sky, her head tilted ever so slightly as she searched for the moon, of what was balancing in it's place. "So the full moon triggers something? How does that work? If this is you being aggressive, then I should assume that you're a delight." She gave a wonky looking smile before pointing her dark brown gaze at the palace turrets, peaking over the small cottages. "I should have came out when it wasn't quite so 'hostile'" she said with a small chuckle. She let her gaze wander back to meet his view after a short moment as he set up his answer to her question. She really felt like a child, and it wan't something she enjoyed, feeling naive and unknowageble. Surely it was important for her to know about these sorts of things? Her enemy? The one she was sat quizzing? "I think you're the tallest person I've met. Ever. And if you're not quite as tall as you're royals..." God, I'd look like a shrimp next to them... "What's that mark for?" She had only just noticed it because she was following his eyes, but now she was hooked on it. "It's quite unfortunate, about your family. I can trace my lineage back centuries. It would be hard not to know where I cam from." A shallow smile appeared when he addressed her injury, but she could tell he felt bad about it. She felt odd, but other than that, she was mostly alright. "Like I stated, I'm sure that I'll live. It's just a little sore... Achy almost?" Anya neglected to note that her whole aura was off, because that most likely had nothing to do with it, simply adrenaline. "Thank your for your concern though." |
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Frigus "Ah, yes, I can understand your caution." he heard her speak once more, his expression and stature becoming a little more relaxing, "You have every right to be. After all, you are on the wrong side, are you not? And that means that you are more likely to be quizzed and questioned. Someone whom can't hold their tongue will put pieces together and all of a sudden you're being hunted." All he could do was nod but he thought a moment on the words, "the wrong side..." he said as he thought then his gaze flickered up to her in concern, "is that what the world has come to? picking sides?" he huffed and shook his head before sitting down on the wagon, "Its not right." his gaze flickered back up in interest as he listened, "Is that little story you had told earlier true?" well, the story? yes. it honestly wasn't all a lie. "well... you see, i hate lying so yes, most of it was true. i am alone, i don't have anyone, i came from a poor poverty and hunger stricken village within the wolven empire, but then i came here for a better life... so not entirely false. i just didn't mention i was from the wolven empire." . As she spoke once more his bright blue eyes flickered up, "It's nothing to do with having a heart or not. It's how I- my family and I were raised. You have to follow through with a threat otherwise you get no respect. And is respect not important at a status like mine? If someone like you came along and tried to guilt trip a decision maker, it would never work, not if they were doing things right." as he listened he felt a sense of anger and disbelief in him as his eye twitched just slightly but he turned his head away and cleared his throat before speaking shortly, "Is that respect or fear your people feel for you?" he sent a light glare, "fear makes your people more likely to take a chance to revolt and betray you if they built the idea to gather. if your people fear you, they aren't happy. when people aren't happy, they rebel. the best way to gain respect, support, and trust, is to spend time with your people, do good deeds. you earn trust and respect and they'll support you through it all. the more united a kingdom is, the stronger it is. that's my advice to you." as she spoke once more his gaze softened on how she seemed to fumble on her words in embarrassment, "That made no sense. But does you understand where I'm coming from? It's not that that process of thought is heartless, it's just that we don't feel the need to pity who's done us wrong. " he shook his head with a huff, "i understand the pressures, but, sometimes it takes an outside perspective to show you where your ways are wrong. but its ok. you can fix it." he took a moment to look over her expression and features, she was beautiful but rather adorable from how he looked upon her but as he reviewed his words he shook his head and blinked a couple times and looked down, "s-sorry... i uh, i didnt mean for that to sound disrespectful." . "So the full moon triggers something? How does that work? If this is you being aggressive, then I should assume that you're a delight." He chuckled slightly and shrugged, "who am i to know? but im born werewolf, and have been through many more cycles, so i have a little more control..." he gulped and glanced at her wound that was still wrapped in his shirt, but said nothing about it. she would definitely have him beheaded if she were to know what that does. "I should have came out when it wasn't quite so 'hostile'" he offered a slight chuckle and nodded but he was honestly really worried. "I think you're the tallest person I've met. Ever. And if you're not quite as tall as you're royals..." he chuckled, "well, im actually right at there normal heights, almost taller. im... strange for my kind-" as she glanced at the marking he tilted his head at her question, "its a marking were born with... its how we know what family were from. every family has a different marking and when a family joins another, the female's morphs into her mates marking after bonding... but ive never found anyone with anything similar to mine." he chuckled slightly at her statement, "It's quite unfortunate, about your family. I can trace my lineage back centuries. It would be hard not to know where I cam from." at least i don't have to follow the tendencies of a long line, i can be free to be myself, how i want to be... well, other than being werewolf, that comes with many restrictions." . his gaze lifted to the sky as he smiled slightly, the stars were beautiful tonight and the moon was bright, as the cool breeze blew by he closed his eyes a moment and took a breath before his bright blue gaze lowered back to hers again as she spoke, "Like I stated, I'm sure that I'll live. It's just a little sore... Achy almost?" he nodded and tilted his head a bit, "Thank your for your concern though." his gaze flickered over her stature and features, "you look tense... would you like to come sit? i don't want you to feel uncomfortable." he dusted the area beside him off as he offered for her to sit on the wagon with him. |
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Anya "Sides- I mean boarders? I think? But yes, it has come to having sides. Not that you get to pick them. You're born into them. So the fact you're over here is like you're trying to swap." She stated quietly, not knowing whether or not her words would cause some sort of annoyance. She normally meant well, but it seemed that everything she knew or had been told was wrong. So incredibly wrong. "In an ideal world, we would all be in peace, but this world is far from ideal." Her tone was soft and delicate, but the truth it held was more than she could fathom. 'I hate lying' were the words that seemed to chime in her ears. "Me too." she stated quietly as he carried on. She was more than happy that he was answering all of her childish questions, however, she still felt unsettled. "Was it hard? Leaving?" Were the questions that made it out of her mouth though. "Have... Have you ever been over here before?" She knew that the war wasn't so bad a few years prior, so surely there had been more than a few werewolves in the humans kingdom. "Do you let anyone know that you were leaving over there? I'm sure there would be someone missing you." Anya looked a little taken aback by his reaction, instantly looking a little more guarded again. Especially when she spotted his eyes start to twitch. She didn't want to anger him, nor did she mean to, it was the truth, however she knew the truth wasn't the kindest thing, but was just the way things were. "I didn't mean to offend you." She was still tense, like she was ready for the worst, waiting for an opening to redeem herself in the eyes of a stranger, "It works off of both. If you can't keep your word... Then how are you to be trusted? But we only conduct such punishments iin extreme situations. Our kingdom respect us for being able to keep out word, but fears for doing their wrong. As they should. But it's noy my decision. I often don't get involved in such situations unless I've been directly effected. And even in those situations, the offender isn't allowed to die, no matter how much they want for it." She tried to explain roughly but she ended up babbling on. It was then she felt thankful for the cool, fresh air swirling around her, as her cheeks slowly started reddening and becoming heated. She was contradicting herself. And she was stupid for it the ground rats even probably thought she was stupid for it. But when he reassured her that things could be changed, she looked a little more relaxed. He didn't look quite as angry any more, but he soon started trying to apologize, of what she tried to stop as soon as possible. "NO! It's fine! Sometimes we need a bit of a firm handling. It would go much further if you got that across to the king though." Anya offered a small smile when he looked confused himself but let him go through what he had to say. "I don't know... I just assumed that being a werewolf yourself, you would know these sorts of things..." She paused before looking a little self stressed, "Now I want to know!" A small chuckled escaped her lips before she saw the worried look in his eyes. She tried to deter it by offering a shallow smile, "Does it take a lot of energy... To still be 'nice' right now for you?" Now that was a burning question that absolutely had to be answered. Anya still looked intrigued but tried to keep her quizzing to a minimum from now, "Strange? Not just for your kind, I can assure you that." She chuckled brightly in the form of a tease "I bet you have to duck- a lot." It was a tease, again, but she really had no other reaction, other than fear, but she just couldn't find it for him. She studied his mark curiously before nodding, "How does that work? Like a birth mark? I have he same one as my mother, though yours looks more like a tattoo." OK. So she failed her 'no questions' rule. "You can be free, but don't you want to know where you came from? Ancestors?" Anya knew she was never going to live a 'normal' life, just because of her brothers royal title, but little did she know that it was going to be even less so, "Traditions. You don't have to deal with family traditions." She stated as though it was a good thing, and in her eyes, it most certainly was. "Or major responsibilities. You know, I have to marry into whatever family my father chooses?" She complained childishly. She gave him a small smile and hesitantly made her way over to him. She looked rigid at first, but she soon settled and rested, holding her aching arm in the other. She let her eyes look up into the distance as she spoke, her smile small but genuine. "If anything, I should be concerned about your comfort. Are you not cold?" Anya tilted her head slightly as she examined his bare chest, "I would give you your shirt back, but it's blood stained." She huffed with a small chuckle. She went quiet, unusually for her, but it was clear she was pondering something up. "I didn't think I got your name?" Maybe she did, she just couldn't remember, just not very well. "You can call me Anya." She knew she haddn't given him her own. "And what do you go by...?" |
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Frigus . "In an ideal world, we would all be in peace, but this world is far from ideal." he huffed at those words and nodded, "true... sadly enough. but in some way if we got enough people to agree, to work together we could make it pretty close to ideal." it was true, even not being human he knew people and werewolves alike were always fighting, because were all different, even in the ways they think of differences. peace isn't possible, but moderation of chaos is. "Me too." after she had stated these words his gaze flickered up a little, a look of empathy on his face a bit of a connection. "Was it hard? Leaving?" he paused a moment and took in a breath, holding it there a moment "Have... Have you ever been over here before?" he had to collect his thoughts for these answers, "Do you let anyone know that you were leaving over there? I'm sure there would be someone missing you." he frowned and looked towards the ground, his brows furrowed as his freckles sparkled in the moonlight, "i... it was hard. i used to come here as a kid... i played with the human kids at times but i was picked on here for being 'strange' in some ways, then at my kingdom i was alone. kids were scared of me. i had one friend though." he huffed with a slight smile at the memory, "she was a human child. the only one who knew me but.... when the kingdoms split i never saw her again. my caretaker was the only other one who knew me. an old poor woman, she had the most wonderful stories though. but... she's no longer with us. she's joined the earth in its cycle.... life got too hard for her to take anymore..." he said as he gripped his hand with the other hand, staying silent a moment before speaking again, "but yes, it was hard leaving, going into a place i no longer know, a place where people want to kill me... simply cause im werewolf. it was a risk, but i couldn't live where i was any longer..." . "It works off of both. If you can't keep your word... Then how are you to be trusted? But we only conduct such punishments iin extreme situations. Our kingdom respect us for being able to keep out word, but fears for doing their wrong. As they should. But it's noy my decision. I often don't get involved in such situations unless I've been directly effected. And even in those situations, the offender isn't allowed to die, no matter how much they want for it." he listened to her words and kept his mouth shut, not looking back at her. he didn't like the subject, the subject on how to rule a kingdom, on how most rule there incorrectly in his standards. he didn't understand as to why he was so bent over ruling and royalty. as he had tried to apologize he tilted his head at her response, "NO! It's fine! Sometimes we need a bit of a firm handling. It would go much further if you got that across to the king though." not able to help the chuckle that rose from his chest at her statement, 'would go much further if you got that across to the king'. he shook his head and raised his brows with a playful grin and skeptical look upon his eyes as they squinted slightly, "me? a werewolf? talk to, the human king? whom seems a bit full of himself already? me a servant, underclassmen? he'd have me skinned for his new bathrobe" he joked in a half playful way. . "I don't know... I just assumed that being a werewolf yourself, you would know these sorts of things..." he chuckled lightly, "i don't mind answering questions you have. i understand the need and curiosity you may have and id like to clear up any false rumors that may have been spread." "Now I want to know!" he leaned forwards at her words as he chuckled a bit, ready to answer what she threw at him, "Does it take a lot of energy... To still be 'nice' right now for you?" he shook his head with a smile and spoke, his pearly white teeth shining in the moonlight perfectly, showing nicely against his perfect sharp jaw, "you see, its quite the opposite i have to stay as calm as possible, put myself in a slow, easy state of mind. its easier for me since im not new to this, but the terrible two's for werewolves are the worst, as in the first two months are the biggest pain, but it only happens after reaching 16 that you have your first nights, the first two full moons you'll wake up in random places, sometimes covered in blood but you wont know what happened till about a day or two after, it'll come back in flashbacks. its rough but after that, you slowly begin to get better and learn to control yourself. its easier if you have someone to calm you down." he chuckled at her little joke though, "oh im very aware of my goofy strange appearance, now. and yes-" he laughed out a bit as he grinned wide, "i do have to duck a lot, one of the cons of being tall." he smiled and enjoyed the questions she was asking, she seemed genuinely curious about him, it was a kind of attention he hadn't gotten in a long time, "How does that work? Like a birth mark? I have he same one as my mother, though yours looks more like a tattoo." "well, yeah, it works more like a birthmark, your born with it but it never fades." he sat back, letting his back lean against the wall as he crossed his arms up behind his head, "well, of course i wonder, but i feel i can get through life better without being afraid to betray someone." "Or major responsibilities. You know, I have to marry into whatever family my father chooses?" he raised a brow and looked towards her with his bright blue eyes, "wow... really? im sorry about that.. thats not right at all."
. as she sat near him he offered a gentle genuine smile before closing his eyes and breathing in deep at the cool night air, "If anything, I should be concerned about your comfort. Are you not cold?" he chuckled a bit and shook his head, "werewolves can withstand cooler temperatures than humans, we have a little more body heat." he said as he held his hand over her uninjured arm to show the heat that radiated from it before pulling his hand back. He chuckled at her next statement, "I would give you your shirt back, but it's blood stained." "no, your welcome to keep it, ill find another. plus, you need it to keep your arm from bleeding too much." for a moment the silence soothed him as he let his eyes close once more, breathing slowly, gently, just the gentle rise and fall of the crickets and ciccada's echoed through the alleyway, "I didn't think I got your name?" he lifted his head a bit and opened his eyes to look towards her, "You can call me Anya.""And what do you go by...?" he smiled gently and nodded, his bright blue stunning gaze sticking to hers for a bit, "its nice to meet you, Anya. im Frigus, it means cold in the ancient werewolf language." he chuckled slightly as he kept eye contact for a moment, enjoying the bit of company. |
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