Kai Alexander Morgan

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  1. Land of Confusion

    Breathing had all but halted, twitched top lip over unusually pronounced canines for a mere human threatened to sheer off the white weapons... He was aware but not aware, frozen yet kinetic and urging to move in an explosion of deadly muscles, laughter echoing inside a hollow cave, the scent of shampooed hair mixed with metal and greasemonkey. Pancakes. Bacon and piano music. Smell of soap on freshly cleaned skin. Gun oil. His cheek twitched. Deep green, full of pupil watched her jump up. She knew he was there. Mack always had good instincts, but Mack was not Mack. Mack didn't jump, or sleep on park benches. He couldn't untangle himself inside. Relief, rage, uncertainty, empathy. His foot stepped forward out of the light, chest finally allowed to take the deep breaths he needed after running so hard. Hand on his hip, the other swiping the Navy beanie off his head and scrubbing fingers up the back of shorn hair as he "innocently" just "arrived" from a run. It gave him hope that his instincts had maybe started to do the right thing, the normal thing instead of crush a skull on impulse. "Mack?" It was audible, but so far away in his head. Play it like... everything was normal. Normal not normal. Normal without... well what they had become. Something was desperately not right. Gone without a trace that even he couldn't track. Months... "Mack, is that you? When did you get back?" Innocent. Easy. Cordial. In his head he was screaming.
  2. Land of Confusion

    Hooded green irises had been staring at the clock for almost fifteen minutes. What most would consider a regular object of methodical organization, he was going to smash into a thousand pieces in a few moments. The second hand had a lag that'd started around 4, late night back to back appointments kept him from fiddling with it to fix. Now, office assistant gone, gym closed, office closed, and every muscle was being held to a compressed quiver to prevent tearing across the room to destroy everything in his path to silence it. Depths of self control and rage were bottomless, the tangled fight leaving him still for sometimes hours. If nothing triggered action, he could take control. If agitated... something as little as a smell, or sound, all hell broke loose. Breathing. Slow. Sigh finally was pulled in, the balance of the internal battle finally tipped. Leather chair pushed back, hands on the dark wood desk as he stood. The battle was not over completely. The clock had to be silenced, and he would have to burn this off. Silent footsteps stopped at the shelf, finger delicately opening the glass face to stop the pendulum, closing it to the sound of gears ceasing to move the water torture that would have sent him into a rage two years ago. There had been a lull, when his world seemed to stabilize, now fully freight training again to an uncontrollable Were. The building was finally silent, the itch of agitation still sprinkling over his skin. Stepping into his personal bathroom, he changed quickly. Rugged runners, loose black running pants, a gray tee shirt peeled over his lithe torso. Black hoodie, fingerless gloves, black Navy skullcap. One key on a lanyard tucked into his hoodie. Hood up. Knife sheath on the inside of his forearm. Building locked, he bypassed his car for the alley and picked up pace. He had to run it out, which was next to impossible for a Were. Hours. Laps of the park spiralling inward, brain unconsciously tracking... irritation spiking, then resolving until a snap in his brain stopped the world on a dime. An entire demeanor snapped into mission mode, innocent runner instantly turning shadow and standing silently in the dark just out of the reach of the path light. Eyes on an occupied bench, brain folding over itself in scents it did and did not recognize.
  3. That which does not kill us makes us stronger

    Nostrils flared slightly, casual observer thinking he was just winded, closer inspection would see it couldn’t be further from the truth. He’d just given himself more information about her. Feline. The kelly green seemed to shift in color slightly as he blinked it away. “I have heard that is a beautiful country…I also think everyone is a transplant anymore” It was. “Now it’s full of dragons,” it was matter of fact and he had to snap himself back into the façade that everyone knew, gaining a relaxed smile as one was cast at Katy. “Yes, I think some information would be great. I am sure you both are so very busy especially with your own work Kai, so I do apologize for interrupting it, but I think this place might fit the bill for my needs.” An inaudible snap in his throat stiffened his hackles. Dominance. So that’s what this was, his cat was staking its claim. Most of the time in passing on the street glares were exchanged, but nothing ever came of any of it. Now there was one standing in front of him. On purpose. He knew he was unusual, the solitary Were particularly intolerant of others. He also knew that others were not and would pack with others. He’d never left any alive long enough to find out if that was his nature. Lashes blinked slowly as Katy almost skipped off to get Sage some information. His smile disappeared as he watched after her, then returned the flared pupils to the new member. “I want to kill you.” It was said so easily, not even a blink as the quiet sentence was passed to her. “That being said, there are few that can control it like I do.” Smile as he pointed out a cabinet to Katy’s questioning expression about the new paperwork revealed unusually pronounced canines switched on like a light. That’s what was tearing at him. He couldn’t hide, the switch between killer and the mask the killer wore was clearly visible to another Were. Everything he’d worked so hard to normalize, the animal he’d successfully been able to bury in a room full of humans was in plain view. “In the interest of full disclosure, if you stay here you’re in danger. No other Were I know would give you the courtesy of knowing.” It wasn’t the time to disclose the vaults just yet. He had to see if he could refrain from attacking her first. This was not good, not good at all. The feline didn’t know what he was feeling, was it death, the need for hot blood in his throat, the simple act of kicking someone’s ass into submission? …he was feeling very bitey, as odd as that sounded in his brain. He was rocketing back to a time when he didn’t care what he hurt, or who he took. He’d made so much progress…made so many promises… to someone he didn’t know was alive or dead. Teeth clenched in a long sigh, watching Katy return with the information. *npc* If you’ve made up your mind we can get you signed up right now!
  4. That which does not kill us makes us stronger

    The hackles. Every curse he knew in every language in kind flickered through his educated self, the primal self also reacted. Cat was alert, tail twitching in the metaphoric corners of his mind, and ready to kill. Kill was something he could not allow. It would ruin everything. Everything he'd built to sustain. After the mess of several months ago, the city was on complete and utter fucking edge. Any dream he'd ever had about fighting for some kind of equality and understanding was dashed for the moment. So. Control. Control over rage that was so potent even Katey seemed to unconsciously sense it, the concerned glance around the room a tell tale sign that even a human's primal senses could still be engaged. "Kai, that is an unusual name." "Welsh," he answered easily, a little surprised at how easily it did come. Maybe it was the self conscious need for his still present, yet faint accent, to be separated from the giant lump that was British- unless somebody was drinking themselves into a puking frenzy on St. Paddy's day or trying to be cool enough to wear a fucking kilt. The Welsh were overlooked quite a bit, and mistaken for everyone else. "Over the pond transplant I'm afraid." The handshake he dreaded became just that, dreadful, a full on baring of metaphorical teeth until his hand returned to his side. “I like this place you have here..." ....fuck "I am in the market for a new place to work out.” ...fuck... a duck. Say something Kai. Fucking Christ. He caught himself scanning the room, then glanced back to her, pulling the knit Navy cap he had on and rifling the shorn hair a few times. Skin was on fire. Obsessive thoughts of everything else than standing there at the moment and being polite were triggering through his muscles. She was feline. It was so much worse... "We're small, but get the job done. I can't lie, this gym is selfishly more for me than anything, I just thought there was a need for safety away from the general meatheads for my clientele base so I expanded. I teach self defense classes in the evenings, but my behavioral health offices are in the rear of the building. Antagonised, abused, assaulted, I counsel. Women mostly, though people who have been traumatised by the last ten years span all kinds, types and races." There was the jab. Now she knew he knew. Wasn't this nice? *npc* I can get you all set up if you like? Katey was the vision of welcoming. Fuck her hospitality. Goddamn it. Brain was ticking, unusually green eyes had become much darker, pupils large. Powder keg. A powder keg that wasn't going to blow no matter what happened. He was exceptionally at control. It was now up to the other Were to decide whether or not this was something she could bear. Other Weres could deal with their own kind, he, at this juncture, had never been one of them. Why in the hell had he built the vaults then? Wishful thinking? No.... a dreamer. The thought had always been philanthropy, now that one was standing directly in front of him, all that was beginning to crumble. They needed to talk, privately... but the world wasn't going to let that happen at the moment without definitive baring of identity. Fuck.
  5. That which does not kill us makes us stronger

    He could feel everything. EVERYTHING. The hearts of those spattered around the quaint gym pulsing, down to the vibration of the air when feet hit a treadmill. Focusing. Focusing. Making plans in his head to make sure he knew the habits of his patrons on the sign-in sheets and to avoid seemingly new members. It was bound to happen eventually, and Christ he’d built the damn vaults downstairs specifically to help other Weres. Problem was, he couldn’t be around other Weres. His brain, was logical. They were all in it together, he had to create a safe space for those like him to learn and understand their limitations so they could all survive and surpass the stigma. His gut, just wanted to rip out throats and roll around in their blood. The thought, raised the hair again on the back of his neck as he reached to turn up the speed on the treadmill. Muscles had already began to make the belt slip slightly forward as his strength pulled at the limitations of the electronics. He wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long without attracting odd brow quirks from other members. They knew he was the owner and was extraordinarily in shape… but… there were limitations to what a “human” could do. Teeth clicked on edge, eyes trying to watch the news on one of the overhead televisions. Aware… every move, every heartbeat, each bead of sweat. Katey giving the new member information, a tour… and finally- -blink proceeded feet stepping nimbly to the rails on each side of the belt in mid-stride to stop. Hands clenched on the railings, triceps twitching slightly under his tee-shirt as he watched the spin of the belt keep moving, chest heaving. He was growling inaudibly from the depths of his psyche, the powder keg so close to blowing. Katey was talking to him, introducing him, the owner, to… Sage... his top lip shivered slightly over unusually pronounced canines, still watching the belt. Head down… Just. Breathe. Katey didn’t know. It wasn’t her fault. The female Were had kept moving around inside his domain… there was no way she couldn’t know by now. Either she was taunting him, or… Lips pursed upward slightly to an easy smile, mask clicking on like a light, hand reaching steadily for the slide to pull the speed down to a fast walk. He stepped back on, picking up his water bottle for a long swig before responding. Control. As controlled as a compressed volcano. Fingers clutched the tee shirt over his stomach to pull up and wipe his forehead, setting down the water bottle and wiping his hands on the small towel hanging over the rail before he stopped walking and rode down to the end to step off. “Hello Sage,” he smiled easily with an outstretched hand and a swig of water. “Kai. What brings you here? Other than the obvious, of course.” Besides wanting to die?
  6. That which does not kill us makes us stronger

    It had become methodical, each stride perfect, a welcome lullaby to an OCD riddled brain. Breath was even in sync, much slower than he would have preferred, but letting the entire world know he could run flat for hours didn’t help much to blend into the new neighborhood. The whine of the belt on the new treadmill was a bit distracting to his nerves, power of his stride wanting to push it faster than the speed he’d set. Water was lifted from the cup holder without skipping a beat, watching the news. The rest of the place preferred to watch it CC, he could actually hear it when it was almost all the way down. Still talking about the giant clusterfuck a few months back. A whole new reason to hate Weres. It was everything they didn’t need, and required him to lock the place down tighter. That was exactly what brought the tick to his jaw as he ran on the furthest treadmill from the main door. Half a dozen were using the others at various speeds. The clink of free weights, even the sound of the showers in the small locker rooms on either side, tickled his ears with the burgeoning irritation. Katey, his gym manager was changing out the hand towels and wiping down equipment. Somebody was using way too much cologne in the men’s locker room. Eyes flicked to Katey and she nodded. She knew. Apparently people couldn’t read. No scents or cologne while in the gym. Owner had allergies, of course. Of course. He didn't want Weres in his place either.... of course that wasn't posted. It wasn't something he shared with anyone. They were everywhere however, walking amongst the normal. It was inevitable. Even though he fought for their plight, it was just something that brought him over the edge. First cologne. Now a Were. The cat that curled deep in his gut raised its hackles. The man, kept his pace and eyes on the news. Katey, being human, was just doing her job- greeting the woman that had just come through the door as she returned to the main counter. There was absolutely no way to tell her a Were was coming through the door. Katey was new, the woman had no idea who her boss was yet.
  7. Want to stretch ma legs

    Wanna play. Who's game?
  8. Want to stretch ma legs

    She would have to approach him in his office or use the gym he owns on the front half of his building for his self defense classes and general membership- but still couldn't guarantee he wouldn't track her down later. At his business, he'd play nice.
  9. Want to stretch ma legs

    Hmmm... Kai kills other Weres, no talking or reasoning, he just does. It's one of those inflexible parts of his personality. Let me think on it with Sage if that's the one you want to go with. There has to be a reason he wouldn't be aggressive.
  10. Want to stretch ma legs

    Doesn't have to be with Sage though, but would be interesting. Never actually had him meet another Were on the board.
  11. Want to stretch ma legs

    Kai is extremely hostile toward other Weres... he is committed to helping them, but usually doesn't deal with them directly because he flips his shit. Still interested?
  12. Brittle and Raw

    November 8th, 2019 3pm New York Center for Behavioral Medicine The light filtered through closed lids, breath controlled. Always controlled. Agitated, skin prickled. Not unusual, he always fought with it. Fought with sanity, fought with calm. Always fighting. Pretending. He was unaware fingertips had started to rub his temples, he didn’t get headaches, elbows resting on the grand mahogany office desk he was finishing his notes on. Fingers pushed through his hair to clasp at the back of his neck. Whispers floated past his ears. Dark. Fading in and out with the shadowed tendrils that were dancing in the afternoon sunlight filtering through his eyelids. *npc* Mr. Morgan, here’s the new roster for the next class. Inhale was sharp, lips almost sheared off his teeth as he looked up at her suddenly… unusually pronounced upper and lower canines always there. She was hyper sensitive to the mental health professional, very aware of what he was. Paper was brought back within her personal bubble until she assessed the situation. Thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of his nose, a long breath taken before he smiled at her and reached out for the new list. [kai]Thank you. I’m sorry, I was up all night going through case files. The world isn’t going to get better on its own you know.[/kai] She smiled back and passed it off. He could lie better than anyone. Sociopaths could do that. It was such a terrible word, but it was the only word he had to describe himself. Especially lately. The nightly runs through the streets of New York to calm the agitation under his skin were starting to grind on him. If it was possible for him to be exhausted, it was now. He was painfully aware that in this state, he was just as dangerous. Physically worn down, the volatility was controllable. Mentally worn down, he was a powder keg. And this, whatever this was, made it worse. Months maybe. Felt different. The night. The moon, felt different. Fulls came and went, and it was always the same routine. This. Felt. Different. Routine would take him downstairs for five days in a few hours. Not a great plan, and he suffered for it. It was the best plan he had. Eyes narrowed on the window. Then it came, like a punch in the gut. Brows snapped downward. No. It wasn’t… no. Chair pushed back suddenly as he stood, muscles shaking under his skin. This wasn’t possible. Urgent footsteps only made it to the leather couch before the pain in his gut wracked him almost in two. Hand slapped the arm, knee hitting the floor. Nothing on this earth could take the Were down. Nothing. Except… [kai]Trina![/kai] Footsteps to his open office door were quick, incredibly confused. [kai]I need my case. NOW![/kai] She didn’t ask questions, appearing within moments to slide a silver case across the floor toward him, perplexed and incredibly terrified. He felt it bump his arm, back already on the floor in the euphoria before the excruciating storm. Trina knew the case was the panic button, and slammed the door behind her. The office was closed, the psychiatrist catching up on paperwork. She was the only other in the building. This wasn’t right. It wasn’t a full moon. Kai always clipped his extraction from the world close, but this was still too early. She trusted the man implicitly, but this wasn’t right. His door clicked open quietly, her eye peering in to see the unconscious Were on the floor. Nothing had happened. He was so incredibly still, seconds ticking by. Movement of his fingers made her heart jump. [kai]I can smell you…[/kai] Case clicked open, his eyes still closed a moment before flicking open and rolling to his side, a syringe with enough sedative to drop an elephant snapped between his teeth to pop the cap off and spit it out, [kai]GET! OUT![/kai] it was a snarl, an honest to god snarl, choking on her own breath as she backpedaled and scampered to the panic room. Suddenly on his feet, the Were's gate was almost drunk, stumbling out the door… slapping his hand on the panel that opened the elevator to the basement. Muscles were seizing so hard they threatened to break bone. Doors opening to the basement and scent of steel below. Shoulder hit the side of the door and he stumbled out of it, smacking to the floor. He was not going to make it to the emergency vault. This was not possible, it was NOT happening! The sound was sickening. Straight into flesh, the slap was merciless as the needle stabbed into the center of his chest, plunger depressed. Skull bounced once on the floor, the hollow echo incredibly loud in his ears, fingers going slack on the syringe that remained embedded in his flesh... the entire world swirling down a drain to complete darkness.
  13. Alright Biotches

    * rolls up sleeves and smacks hands together * Let's do this
  14. Alright Biotches

    Will be starting a thread, not sure if it will be open though. He's the only active Were, definitely need to chronicle the strife...and blood... and crazy... and death...
  15. Soooo the Blood Moon

    Yah. Kai is I believe the only Were in play so I think he should prolly jump in. Ideas? Anyone? ...ideas that don't involve mass amounts of people dying?? ..anyone? ...or mass amounts of property damage....
  16. Soooo the Blood Moon

    Not. A. Damn. Clue.
  17. Soooo the Blood Moon

    He dead center New York. Knows something's coming. I don't think his vault would hold him for this.
  18. Rise of the Blood Moon

    ..but....but.... *bats a ball of string*
  19. Rise of the Blood Moon

    *cackles maniacally*
  20. Cat and Mouse

    It was a noise he rarely made, deep in his throat, deeper than any human sound. There were times he had to remember he wasn’t human. No matter how hard he tried, scrubbed away the itch of nerves… he would never be human again. It was her odd sniff on the air at him that brought about the sound. A warning. A growl to incredibly sensitive ears. The cat was tolerant of the quivering and quick movements, but it was not to be trifled with. There was a limit to his patience and prodding, even though he seemed to have it under control for the time being. The strangeness in the air, made it impossible to tell whether or not that would remain for long. Itching, waiting for something to irritate it. …like a stomp of protest. Eyes narrowed to slits, licked only by the light when it peered through the trees. Calm. A breath was drawn in, then let out with equal control. ❥ "The nebo (sky)… you notice do you? Perhaps changes approach even now, even after all that has already transpired?" Focus was still for a moment, then gaze rose to the trees above and the split in the sky. [kai]There is no perhaps.[/kai] It was definitive. Where she was content to speak in questions and riddles, he spoke in absolutes. There WAS something happening, he could feel it in his blood. The Were was a part of the Nevus, he was made by the rip, had one foot inside to see things no words in any language could describe. It was horror and joy at the same time. Weakness, feeble and yet succinctly powerful beyond measure. He could feel it even now, humming in his blood. Pulling at the cat. Pulling at the cat. The moon was still too far off, but the sky pulled. The thought was a terrifying one. ❥ "Have the Zorja been lazy? Do you fear Simargl has fled the Littlest Bear and will consume all you know…?" His lip quirked quietly up at the corners, cords that lined the back of his hands flicking slightly as his fingers moved to flex and return. The man was formidable, lean and tall with a thickness that could only signal pure muscle lying beneath. The Were wasn’t at fault for that, the man was, the Were only adding to the effectiveness of the hunter. [kai]It already has begun.[/kai] When his voice fell below the normal speaking volume, it took on a timbre of fluidity. Harsh but gentle, vulnerable and warm, yet dangerous to the core. It was then he was contemplating, and then he was truly dangerous. It wasn’t when the lion roared that people had to watch their throats, it was the silence that lay before and after. In that time between times, decisions were made -sometimes in haste- that led to life or death. [kai]The changes are here, happening even now. I can feel its vibration.[/kai] Another deep breath was drawn in, watching the footsteps move away, and relishing in the fact he’d averted almost certain bloodshed. The cables however were wearing thin. Snapping one by one. Even he wasn’t sure how long it would be until the man no longer had control of the cat, and the sky would have everything to do with it.
  21. Dark and Unspoken

    November 25th, 2018 Companion Piece to “Sands of Time” Little Monks Garage, early evening He’d stared at his phone for longer than he should have. Why was this so hard? Absent from civilization the last few days, the buzz of the moon was still on his skin. Relatively unscathed in his new vault set-up though, that was setting up to be a novel success. When he’d returned to his apartment, Mack still hadn’t been there, their unusual on again off again relationship satiating whatever need she had to keep her autonomy. Of course, the fact she never really left his senses because she was all over his apartment was a hell he had now to deal with daily. Not so much a hell, as a reality. She was ingrained in his bones. The cat wanted her around, he wanted her around, and his demure and polite status when she was there made him wonder if it was the reason she didn’t stay permanently. Maybe she didn’t feel he wanted her there, but when she pushed and brought out the sass he kept so tightly controlled it was very evident he wanted her company. Brows furled at the permanent part. Huff was quiet, looking at his truck again in the bay. It was something he couldn’t fix, and he was pretty competent in that area. She was definitely the one that could. It was time to search for a new vehicle, even with his immaculate care of the thing vehicles didn’t last forever. Phone flipped open and he dialed. Voicemail. [kai]Hi Mack, I’m at Monks and I could use a hand if you’re free. I’m going to try and see what I can do, if I don’t hear from you in an hour I’m going to head home.[/kai] Home. Their home? His home? Crash pad? Did she feel she needed permission to return when it was “safe”? Phone clicked shut and he left his Pea Coat on the rack, pushing up the sleeves of his charcoal colored Henley and pulling his Navy beanie closer around his ears. Hood was already up, the guys had gone home for the day and the owner was working on her own projects. She’d given him rein a while ago because Mack was always involved. Skin prickled again, he was too close out of a change to be around her… but… how would he learn to control it? It definitely wasn’t by avoiding, and the mysticism surrounding his changes had to be tackled eventually. But first, he needed to fix his truck.
  22. Dark and Unspoken

    "Sounds like a plan," Never in a million years. There was no way he ever could or would have predicted that it would happen. This was not the plan, it was not what was supposed to happen, and the second his brain realized the extent of the problem every nerve in his body sprung to life at the sound of an engine one row over firing. It was a violent surge. Panic. When the hell did he start to panic? When he realized she didn’t have her helmet. This was not the plan. The more he thought it, the more panic ruffled over his skin. She was already moving. She was supposed to wait at the gate for him. This was most definitely not the plan. What was the plan? Returning to the shop to hotwire the damn things and grab her stuff. A nice ride, a little banter, opening up the bikes on the more deserted highways around the city in ways they couldn’t on the crowded streets, prepared for any crap they might run into. Talking.. chatting… That’s not what was going to happen. Everything was beginning to run on instinct. If there was a doubt he struggled to control his PTSD, there was none now. It seized in the center of his chest, the surge of adrenaline hitching his breath when the ferocity of Were blood caught whiff of it. Knife was pulled from his back pocket even as his footsteps sped up toward the meeting point. Before he could tell her to wait, her engine gunned, feline eyes narrowing at the smile cast back toward him. "Catch me if you can!" She was gone. DAMN IT! Fingers worked faster than anyone, even as a human he’d been fast. He had to be, or he would die. There was no way he could go back for her helmet and still be able to catch her- even with crazy senses he couldn’t circle back and catch up. He could, he was not a newbie to this, but the risk was too great that he'd lose her. He wasn’t working with his own life here. What the hell was she thinking?! Palm slammed at the knife without the delicacy normally meant for this type of work. Stealth had always been the key, there was no stealth here. Heel became a pivot as the engine roared to life and he gunned it even as it was facing in the wrong direction, spinning the beast in a circle, spray of dirt everywhere from the back tire before lifting his foot and rocketing off after her, over sidewalks and cutting corners to make up lost time. One thought in mind. Catch her, and hit her kill switch.
  23. Cat and Mouse

    Senses itched, quick eyes watching the motions of the Fae with keen attention. The flutter was enough to keep the cat on edge, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could sit still. Blood had long stopped pushing through his veins from exercise, and rampant thoughts were starting to creep in again even though he was focusing like a psychiatrist. He also wasn’t sure how much more he would learn from this encounter. Of course, he had no more chocolate, and that seemed to be the grease in the wheels that was producing some sort of communication. Perhaps when he had time he would come back later with more. ❥ "I live in the Wood. The Wood lives in me. What is a home truly but this? This…" Head tilted slightly. ❥ "Of whom would you ask my whereabouts? The blades of grass or the hare hidden in the brambles? The bower leaves will not answer your questions. " Fingers that were slightly intertwined between his knees as elbows leaned on them flicked. Riddles. He spoke the language of riddles every day. Truth was always hidden somewhere in one’s words. Even flat out denials and lies held sprinkles of truth that could be deciphered and read, body language interpreted. She lived here, but had not always done so. She was like him, changed completely when the sky decided to swallow the world and remain there to taunt them of it every time they looked up. Instead, he sought his old life, and she sought this… whatever this was. He wasn’t really sure how safe she was here, or how safe others were that may fall into the paths. He would have to do more research on Fae. Interesting. Eyes watched her until she moved out of sight behind him, then caught her again as she circled him. As he was studying her, she was most definitely studying him. His concern, was that the cat was also studying her. If worse came to worse and he was unable to to get out of the city in time, there was no recourse for people that had caught the cat’s ire in the time inbetween. He’d seen it happen too many times already, a client calling him in the middle of the night in tears, meeting him at the police station still covered in the stink of the asshole that had beaten her within an inch of life. Suddenly, after a full moon… the man no longer could be found. He didn’t need to figure out what had happened, he already knew. The Were was also concerned that curiosity would happen, and just like a cat pouncing a bird, curiosity often turned into a strong paw to the ground and crunch of bone. She'd done nothing to him, but the cat was curious. ❥ "Perhaps, I will be near this little stream… for a day, Perhaps even two. " [kai]Perhaps I will bring more chocolate and you will give me more answers.[/kai] He could stay still for an eternity, but the sky was itching at him yet again. Eyes moved toward it to catch the twinkles among the purple rip. There was something odd in it lately, something he could feel above all things. The feline was connected to the eerie light like no other Were that roamed the earth that he knew of. It concerned him, growing exponentially as the days moved closer to the full moon. Something was happening with that damn sky, and it was not something good. He stood in one fluid motion. [kai]I will come again, tomorrow,[/kai] eyes brushed over all the things she had scattered about. He’d gone to great lengths to hide the things, might not be a good idea for people to be finding bits and pieces of his things all over the park. They’d start asking questions, only people up to something left changes of clothes in various places. He was up to something, but he didn’t really want to have to explain that to anyone. [kai]I will trade you chocolate for all the things in the backpack, put back in and hidden of course.[/kai] Hands easily slid in the pockets of his Adidas pants, waiting for some sort of confirmation. [kai]We can talk about the sky…[/kai] He was absolutely curious if she felt it too, and there was a distinct lack of people in this city he could ask.
  24. Dark and Unspoken

    He loved her laugh. LOVED. That first moment in the grocery store when he was trying to find his “sea legs” and branch out from his practice into the general public instead of work to home seclusion. Shampoo. It had been about shampoo that wouldn’t offend his highly irritable senses. The laugh was a trigger, it seemed it had always been a trigger, the off switch to his anger. Something that grounded him. An odd change from the silence and recluse that normally did it, devoid of any outward stimuli. Eyebrows quirked slightly at her head shake after he opened the gate. He looked up to where he had shimmied over, then to the lock. Was he not supposed to do that? Wasn’t the point to get in and out without detection? …but the grin, she looked like a kid in a candy store. Hell, they both were… breaking and entering, “borrow” a vehicle for a joyride, bring it back, no one the wiser except for a night completely devoid of responsibilities and a little glimpse into his world that he had a hard time talking about. Because it was so dark. Because he tried so hard to hide it. That darkness made him put his foot in his mouth again. "You realize that's why I trust you right?" He blinked at her, the lock sliding into one of the links in the fence as he hung it there for later, listening to her talk about the ‘other him’? He’d thought about it probably way too much. Would the ‘other him’ hurt her? His immediate reaction was yes. There was no control, no memory, no idea of the rage that coursed through him when he lost the one thing that he’d fought for all his life. Rationale answer… no. He didn’t think it would. He knew all the ins and outs of the thing he was supposed to be, hell he could even help others understand if he thought they would give him the time of day instead of shoot him in the forehead. But, he was also something different. Would that different, recognize her? Green fractals blinked at her as she held his cheeks. It was at that moment he knew the answer was yes. Whatever he became… would know her, and perhaps even protect her. "I am not afraid of you and I meant it when I said it. I'll repeat it daily if need be. There are plenty of things to be scared of in this world. Hell I've seen more than a few. Trolls, magus, vampires, dragons, zombies, people that don't have control over their abilities, and that's just the weird shit. That's not even what the average person can do. I almost ate the bullet from an angry sniper. No powers needed just a pissed off man with a gun. I would never leave my own home if I insisted on being scared of everything that could kill me. There are people I'm sure that don't. I do my best to save my fright for things that are actually out to kill me instead of cute guys that are trying to manage a condition while still being themselves." Brows quirked a bit, lashes fluttering at the head bump. That did it, the calm cat in his gut responded in kind. It knew her. Top lip pursed slightly away from an unusually pronounced canine, metaphorical head bump ‘received and approved’. "I might not always be the most pleasant person, and I certainly can put my foot in it more than the average joe but believe me when I say I don't think your frightening. We're all killers in this world these days, I can't say that's the greatest yard stick to use on who's got the higher moral ground." [kai]So a fast one you say…?[/kai] It was his way of acknowledging that he understood, teeth a nip on her lower lip. [kai]You go that way, I’ll go this way. Pick one and we’ll meet back here in five minutes.[/kai] It suddenly felt like a mission. A totally irrational, naughty mission… and it felt, good? Kiss was stolen before he disappeared into the darkness. Was the sudden daring spontaneity a coping mechanism? He believed her, truly, that she was not afraid of him. It occurred to him that he was afraid of her getting hurt BECAUSE of him. What if anyone found out? What if she tried to protect him when he was out of control? …what would happened if he visited her at work for a change? Glint of silver caught his eye partially under a tarp sandwiched in between two beater cars. Yes.. yes yes… if it was what he thought it was. Tarp was pulled off with a quiet crinkle, kick stand creaking lightly as he rolled it out. It was banged up a bit. Someone had road-rashed it, but the damage was superficial. Dust was recent. Tires were shiny. Unless the owner had fried the engine, he could get it to start. Time was up, lips pursing with an oddly present smirk as he trotted and rolled it toward their “break-in” point, anxious to see what she had chosen. What the fuck was with him tonight... and lately for that matter? This wasn't the first night in recent months the Were had been riding the line of what was prudent...
  25. Cat and Mouse

    Feline eyes were a thing of beauty. In a masculine face and the carriage of an athletic physique, they were the one identifier that made him stand out among the rest of the world. As if, almost, the way he carried himself was not enough. A military life created a confidence that couldn't be faked. He couldn’t hide them, he couldn’t shy away from using the mask he wore to project himself to the world as a normal, upstanding citizen of the new civilization. They stood out, a secret yet not a secret. Advertising to the entirety of the population he wasn’t indeed the human he posed to be, though almost all accepted the brilliantly colored things as human without question as just a unique beauty that few possessed. They were watching her now. Fractured and mottled like green spindles on top of star filled galaxies. He didn’t have to worry, didn’t have to hide from someone who already knew what most would never find out. She was right to be suspicious, it had screamed at him since the moment he’d dropped into her sugar induced oblivious obsessiveness. He was right to be cautious. Having never descended upon anyone of her kind before, he wasn’t really familiar with what exactly she was capable of. The Were did know his mind worked differently than humans or mages, if she had some kind of effect on him he hadn’t felt it. The cat however, was intrigued, pressing at his consciousness like an insistent feline petting itself along the side of a master's leg for attention… for permission… it had found a mouse, and was looking for owner’s permission to play with it. She was clearly struggling with the decision. To trust him… he didn’t sometimes trust himself, at least her instincts were true. Lips pursed slightly as the wings quivered, still under the surface ready to pounce. It was a controllable urge, the cat did not feel threatened, and oddly no longer territorial. It still burned, the agitation that had sent the man into a training frenzy to wear himself out had only succeeded in making the irritation not as strong- but it was still there. Two seeming predators moved in a slow dance… one excruciatingly slow step from her brought a slow blink from the eyes that betrayed he wasn’t human. He too was capable of moving so slow, so elegantly that the world would never notice it was being stalked. ❥ "Ishsa." He nodded slightly. ❥ "Ishsa I am called." [kai]Kai,[/kai] he offered quietly, letting go of the prize the moment her fingers came in contact with it; still not convinced he could touch her skin without something going awry. Magic was magic, and with some a touch was enough to trigger things the magic or his own Were might decide not to like. He was still a wild animal, and wild animals could turn on a dime no matter what kind of gentle petting they may have been receiving. Teeth through skin, bone… into flesh. The cat continued to be curious, fingers intertwining together softly, but who knew if it would suddenly decide the whole situation wasn't to his liking. [kai]Are you always here, Ishsa? Or is there somewhere else you call home…[/kai]