Post by Crystal on Mar 19, 2010 22:33:20 GMT -5
Crystal’s head snapped around to stare at the dark wolf. His growl of warning echoed her ears and as it continued, she quickly realize it wasn’t just a warning he was issuing. She itched to retaliate back. Most werewolves said “the wolf in them” before stating an action they felt like doing. Not her, she was the wolf through and through. Most treated themselves like two halves, their whole split to two sides. She was Kragarian and she was the molded piece.
Her head tilted forward, her grey irises staring at the male from the top of her eyes, close to her lids. Her lip twitched, itching to snarl and warn him back. She was all act first, ask questions later. Always had been. Strike had been ask first, act later, but she was also stronger mentally than he, and she liked to think it was her lifestyle that caused it. Her eyes caught the quick movement of the girl they were supposed to be helping. Crystal smirked, still keeping the male in her sight, but turning her head slightly so her mouth faced the femme. “Smart idea, love.”
Changed overtook the male, slow but sure. She felt the change coming over him on her own skin and it almost made her sigh with the nature of it. His already dark skin was portraying black tufts of fur, and those eyes… his eyes spelled out his feelings. Crystal could feel her own change lingering, it had be so long, too long, since her last shift. Years. She felt sick at the thought of waiting so long, she yearned to sprout her fur and collide with another. Male or female, she wanted to feel power, any power of their nature. Tooth and nail, playing, anything.
A low growl emitted her throat and her nails extended to sharp points. “Boyo….” She let her tone remain neutral but deep. “This is not the time or place. There is a mission here, a girl far more important than whatever our petty differences are.” She had no idea what he was so pissed about, but she knew she easily had that affect on others when she was being her normal. So far she hadn’t pissed off the girl that she knew of, but she was also trying extra hard to be friendly and approachable to her.
“Let’s take care of this injured femme and then fight our differences… truce?” She made no motion to reach out for a handshake or to get closer in general. She may be older than him and a race difference from him, but he was all prime male and, despite what her brother might try to make of it, Jerome was all alpha. No bitch in her right mind was going to challenge that in an already sticky situation. Her face turned to the female now, completely, a somewhat sign of submission, one she wished she didn’t do. It opened her for attack. “Darling, are you ready to get somewhere safe?” She was actually trying to end the problem, trying to push them forward, she was out of character right now and it puzzled her, scared her. Part of that fear easily could be the anticipation of him pouncing her and tearing her apart any second.
Her head tilted forward, her grey irises staring at the male from the top of her eyes, close to her lids. Her lip twitched, itching to snarl and warn him back. She was all act first, ask questions later. Always had been. Strike had been ask first, act later, but she was also stronger mentally than he, and she liked to think it was her lifestyle that caused it. Her eyes caught the quick movement of the girl they were supposed to be helping. Crystal smirked, still keeping the male in her sight, but turning her head slightly so her mouth faced the femme. “Smart idea, love.”
Changed overtook the male, slow but sure. She felt the change coming over him on her own skin and it almost made her sigh with the nature of it. His already dark skin was portraying black tufts of fur, and those eyes… his eyes spelled out his feelings. Crystal could feel her own change lingering, it had be so long, too long, since her last shift. Years. She felt sick at the thought of waiting so long, she yearned to sprout her fur and collide with another. Male or female, she wanted to feel power, any power of their nature. Tooth and nail, playing, anything.
A low growl emitted her throat and her nails extended to sharp points. “Boyo….” She let her tone remain neutral but deep. “This is not the time or place. There is a mission here, a girl far more important than whatever our petty differences are.” She had no idea what he was so pissed about, but she knew she easily had that affect on others when she was being her normal. So far she hadn’t pissed off the girl that she knew of, but she was also trying extra hard to be friendly and approachable to her.
“Let’s take care of this injured femme and then fight our differences… truce?” She made no motion to reach out for a handshake or to get closer in general. She may be older than him and a race difference from him, but he was all prime male and, despite what her brother might try to make of it, Jerome was all alpha. No bitch in her right mind was going to challenge that in an already sticky situation. Her face turned to the female now, completely, a somewhat sign of submission, one she wished she didn’t do. It opened her for attack. “Darling, are you ready to get somewhere safe?” She was actually trying to end the problem, trying to push them forward, she was out of character right now and it puzzled her, scared her. Part of that fear easily could be the anticipation of him pouncing her and tearing her apart any second.