«∙ ċαη γоυ κεερ α ѕεċяεт? «∙» one x one ∙»

[wolfie.]

C h r i s t i n a

Christina pulled her hair back away from her eyes, watching quietly as he made his way over to her. He seemed somewhat shocked, but the warmth in his voice soothed her, and she felt her tense muscles begin to relax slightly. A shaky sigh of relief escaped her. Christina managed to make a small nod, to indicate her agreement. "How long?" she asked quietly. "How long have you been out here?" Her voice cracked. Christina felt like a child. She wanted to cry to her mother, but she knew she couldn't, because she was dead. Her father would be worried, her stepmother trying to calm him while worrying over the girl who never let her guard down. And her brothers... They would be shocked, maybe making a joke out of it at first. They wouldn't realize how real this was for the first night, until the next morning came and she wouldn't be there. They would have no one to nag, no one to make fun of in the playful way they always did. This made Christina feel even worse. What if she could never go back?

The question kept trying to seep into her nerves and send her over the edge, and she hardly managed to keep it pressed to the back of her thoughts. Relax. She told herself, forcing her breathing to slow down so that she didn't feel like her heart was about to pound out of her chest.

L o g a n
»x«

Logan let his gaze wander over her body until it came to a rest at her leg. He managed not to grimace. It looked pretty bad, in his eyes. His gaze flickered back to her face as she spoke, which he found to be pretty, despite the bruises and cuts. He raised an eyebrow curiously, when she mentioned having been on the move for three whole days, if not more. The nearest town, where he lived, was only a few hours from here, by foot, which made him wonder where she was from.

He had been about to respond when she spoke again. Her words sent a chill down his spine. This confirmed his suspicions that she had abusive parents, and probably friends to. "You could come home with me." he offered kindly. His parents were aware of his ability, and supported him completely. They had a plan for if anyone became suspicious of him, and were also somewhat on the more wealthy side. Not filthy rich, but they had a god amount of spare money, which would explain why he looked so nice. Most people were always saying that his family was perfect. His parents had been married for nearly twenty years. He was the oldest of three, and his house was always looking nice. So yes, at first, his family would look perfect, though they did have their imperfections. His siblings and him argued constantly, like most did, and his parents weren't necessarily big softie's, though they were never abusive.

Logan looked at her with a concealed curiosity. His eyes were impassive at the moment, not showing his true emotions.

[valiant.]

Kyra Rose Denault●●●›


"Sometimes the heart can see beauty that the eye cannot."

* * *

Kyra watched as he studied her, body trembling from exhaustion, paranoia and hunger. Men scared her ever since her last boyfriend, at least a few month ago. He took away her trust towards men and even though the boy in front of her was a shapeshifter she was still edgy. When he offered to take her back to his house emotions swirled in her head. Go to his house? Where he lived? It made her even more nervous. About to refuse the offer she remembered she had already placed a little amount of trust in him. He was a shapeshifter and she felt they were all connected by a small bond. Kyra was still in a little disbelief. They had just met.

"Y-You don't even know my name.." she whispered gently, averting her gaze from his face to her lap nervously. "It's really nice of you but you don't need to. I'd hate to cause any trouble and truthfully, I'm not sure. We did just meet." She sounded sheepish but decided to be honest instead of making up a ridiculous excuse. Her leg started to ache and she stared down at it. It was deep and she had gotten it about two days ago, by now the blood had dried but it had run down her knee and shin. She stared at it and didn't look back up at him, pushing hair away from her eyes. Kyra felt like breaking down, she did, but that rarely happened. She had only cried a few times in her life and they were at extremely painful or stressful times of her life.

Thinking back to home Kyra's stomach dropped. Her parent would be after her and that was why she had barely slept. They knew they could get good money off of their "filthy blooded" and "diseased" daughter. She had never felt true love in her life. If she had, it was shattered by her gift. Nothing had gone right but Kyra had pushed along, trying to look on the bright side of things. But when her " best friend" turned against her and her parents had actually called the government she had fled from home.



Eric John McConnell●●●›


"I have so many mistakes I can't erase."

+ + +

Offering his best smile to her, which looked like a grimace, Eric sat back slightly. He was still in shock at meeting another shapeshifter. It was amazing actually. Smiling slightly to himself it disappeared when he heard her question, hearing her distraught voice concerning him. She must have been referring to living in the woods. He guessed she didn't know there was a town about an hour walk away on foot. Running his shaking fingers through his hair Eric rubbed one of his temples afterwards.

"There's a town about a few miles away from this forest," he replied casually, crossing his trembling legs. He was still drained on energy but was slowly regaining it. "I have an apartment there. Nobody knows what I really am." He thought back to his apartment. He had escaped that horrifying graduation day and had gotten home. His parents weren't home and he left a message after grabbing his wallet. He had enough to rent an apartment. After a few days of traveling he found the small town and soon had an apartment. It wasn't big. It had a kitchen and living room. Then a bedroom and bathroom. It was still cozy and it fit him well.

"If you need a place or the night you can stay overnight. I don't mind, besides, it looks like you need it." Eric offered after a few seconds of silence. He didn't mind and he hoped he didn't sound awkward. It was just that it looked like she needed somewhere to stay before she went off again.

[wolfie.]

C h r i s t i n a

Christina once again felt stupid, obviously, he had a place to stay. She was a little shocked when he offered her a place to stay for the night, but she quickly shook her head. "No, I can't do that. I don't know you, you don't know me. And besides, I can't go back there anymore." she admitted quietly. Christina knew her father would call the police and report her missing, and probably put flyers of her picture all over the town as well. If she even managed to get to his place without being seen, what would she do then? She couldn't hide in his apartment forever. She would need to go out to get some air.

This made Christina's heart sink. She would have to find a new place to live, to start over. The thought scared her to the bone, but she pushed it away, staring at the ground.

Christina glanced at Eric, still confused by his offer. Even though they had met only moments ago, and she didn't know his name, talking to him felt natural. Maybe it was the fact that they were both shape shifters? Could that be what brought them together, or was it by chance? She pondered over this while waiting for his response, hoping he wasn't offended in any way by her turning down the offer.

L o g a n
»x«

Logan raised an eyebrow, thinking it would be wise for her to come with him, if she wanted to get that leg fixed. "My name is Logan, and my dad is a doctor, so he can get you cleaned up." Before she could jump to conclusions about how his parents might get suspicious of her, he quickly added, "And my family knows what I am. They won't judge you." his voice was smooth and warm, welcoming.

Logan hoped she would accept. He had never met another shape shifter before, and knew he would enjoy the company of someone he could relate to. It was strange, because although they had only just met, and he didn't even know her name, he felt as if there was some sort of connection between them, maybe because the were both shape shifters.

Logan could see the somewhat troubled and nervous look in Kyra's eyes, andd felt sympathetic for her, though he didn't express it. He had learned the hard way that not everyone wanted sympathy. His father was a doctor, and his mother worked with previously injjured people. Mostly ones who were bitter and had an extremely tough guard. Sometimes, she would even bring them home for the family to meet. The family always acted on their best behaviour those nights, but they had learned not to show sympathy to those who were too bitter.

Logan had to consider the fact that she wasn't bitter, though. She seemed more nervous than anything. Were her parents still after her? Maybe. He would try a more comforting approach some other time. He didn't want to make it akward between them.

[valiant.]

Kyra Rose Denault●●●›


"Sometimes the heart can see beauty that the eye cannot."

* * *

Kyra bit her lip, listening to what he was telling her and looking up to see his face again. There was welcome in his voice it made her insides feel warm. She was being an idiot, sitting there and acting miserable while she knew she had to keep moving. Her parents would be after her. Running away would have angered them even more and they would have sent after her. Even though she had made it out of the state they would persue and she would have to keep moving. Finally she answered, her voice cracked as she was on the verge of completely bursting into tears by now, "I'm Kyra, Coughing to clear her voice she fiddled nervously with some hair that had been brushed over her shoulder.

"It is really nice of you to offer me a place to stay but my parents are after me and I'd put you in danger. I would say yes but I don't want to get you involved with my parents. As soon as they find me they'll call the government. I don't want to endanger another shifter with my own problems." Kyra murmured to him, her dull eyes lowering to the ground. All what she had said was completely true. It didn't matter anymore. Thinking about her parents let her calculate how far they were behind. She had only gotten about five hours of sleep max and hadn't exactly stopped to hunt so they would be about twenty-six hours behind.

Kyra started to wish she had stayed home and tried to please her parents. Sometimes she did just to prevent herself from being sold over to the government. Either by being beaten until she could barely make it up to her room or being forced to down alcohol just for amusement. Knuckles turning white around the hair that she was tampering with she felt her eyes become brimmed with tears. Hastily she wiped them away, hoping Logan hadn't of noticed.




Eric John McConnell●●●›


"I have so many mistakes I can't erase."

+ + +

Eric didn't show any emotion when she refused his offer. Thinking for a few seconds he finally nodded and sighed. It was clear to him now that she had just ran from home. That meant a search party and her picture all over the news. "Alright, I understand," he said to her, not finding a way to convince her to stay overnight at his apartment. "I'm not going to push you into anything, your right, I shouldn't have asked that. We just met less than a few minutes ago."

Offering her a small smile Eric rose to his feet, standing at about 6"0. He did have the characteristics of an antelope in his appearance. He was sure all shapeshifters still had a piece of their animal species when in human form. His long legs and height were one, along with being a vegetarian. He had gotten used to it though and didn't really pay attention to it anymore. When he was young he used to hate it. It was stupid though, being tall was a good thing in his friends eyes. Looking down at Christina he ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm Eric."

Glancing at the afternoon sky he looked down to her and offered her a hand. It took about an our to get back to town. "Are you sure you don't want to stay overnight?" he asked warmly, raising a hazel eyebrow. "I could always sneak you out of town in the morning before the search parties come. Of course, you don't have to."

[wolfie.]

C h r i s t i n a

Christina glanced at him again when he didn't seem to be offended n any way, and instead let it down easily. She was somewhat surprised, but then, this day itself was a surprise, so she didn't question it. She nodded slowly as he agreed with her, trying to discern wether he was just agreeing with her to try making her go with him anyways, or was actually being sincere with her. She decided on the latter. She couldn't find a reason for him to try manipulating her into anything.

Christina watched quietly as he stood up. She thought it was odd, his characteristics were very similar to that of an antelope. This made her curious though, did she have any similarities with her canine form? Perhaps. Her strength was definitely one of them, and her speed as well. Christina decided she would come back to this question later, when she had more time. Now, he was telling her his name. Eric, he said it was. She cautiously offered her name as well. "I'm Christina." she said, trying speak a little louder now that he stood above her.

As Eric brought his hand down to her, Christina hesitated slightly. The offer was so tempting. Though she camped out here often, she was always with someone. The thought of being alone was scary to her. The warmth in his voice was making her want to go with him even more. She put a shaky hand in his, using a little more of her drained energy to pull herself up. She could only offer a sheepish smile though. Her insides felt like they were knotted into a messy ball of yarn.

L o g a n
»x«

Logan smiled softly when she offered her name, but his smile didn't last long. It faltered when she declined, claiming that her parents were still after her. He knew she was right, that her coming to his house would put him in danger as well as her. It made him think about what he should say next. He was stumped, having no argument for what she had said. "Well, I guess if you're sure you want to keep moving, there's nothing I can do to stop you..." Logan trailed off.

Logan was put into silence for several long moments more, tring to think of something to say to convince her to come. "Well, you'll at least stay for one night, won't you? You won't get much farther if you don't get your leg treated, and you must be hungry. Stay for one night, eat something, let my dad clean you up, and you can be on your way." he said, sure he had proved his point. Then, just to make sure he had her convinced, Logan added, "My parents don't like being turned down." He now waited for her response, stomach clenching as he did so.

Logan hoped she would agree with him. He hated the idea of her leaving with her injury like that, and so hungry. She wouldn't be able to hold up forever. The gash in her leg would get infected, if it wasn't already, and her body wouldn't be able to fight it without energy and a good immune system. This meant that she would need to get some healthy food down soon, before her body started rejecting it. Logan knew this was extremely likely to happen, because more than one of his mother's clients had done so. It hadn't been easy to start them off again, but with both his parents working together, they had recovered well.

[valiant.]

{I'm sorry I haven't replied yet, I've been so busy! I'll post here when I can, I had half of the post done and fell asleep in the middle of it. I'll rewrite it soon. }

[wolfie.]

{{ Take your time, I can wait c:

[valiant.]

{Thank for waiting. I finally got to it without falling asleep. xD}

Kyra Rose Denault●●●›


"Sometimes the heart can see beauty that the eye cannot."

* * *

Kyra blinked rapidly for a few seconds to clear the tears from her clouded eyes. She wasn't going to cry. Crying was a sign of weakness and weakness was giving up. She had to just fight through it like she always did. When he dropped it reluctantly she felt pity knot in her stomach. She should have just accepted his help. There was a likely chance she would never meet a shapeshifter again. Letting out a small sigh she turned her eyes from her wound to his face, seeing the smile fade off. Guilt seized her and she was about to speak again when he offered for her just to stay one night. Seeing how much he just wanted her to come with her she nodded.

"Alright," Kyra whispered hoarsely to Logan when he told her she could get food and rest. Those two words were so welcoming and warm. More than anything she needed rest. She was surprised she hadn't fainted. Well, she did once but that was when her wound had lost too much blood. She counted that as an hour of rest. Besides, his dad could fix her leg. There was food and rest. She knew how much she was repeating this in her head but she wanted it so badly. "Thank you, really. I don't think I would have made it much farther without this help your offering."

Kyra gave him the best smile she could, the black rings under her eyes visable but the clouded look from her eyes gone and replaced with a small spark that expressed her gratitude. Taking an aching stand Kyra's cat-like features were visible physically. Her agile and slender form. Along with her graceful walk, posture and pupils. If you looked closely you could see them grow larger and shrink smaller than an average humans. Running a finger through her hair Kyra looked back down at Logan. "How far are we from your house?" she asked timidly, hugging herself insecurely. She figured she should just get into her cheetah form considering it was best for traveling. Letting herself shift into the cat she looked at him calmly, waiting for him to start leading.


Eric John McConnell●●●›


"I have so many mistakes I can't erase."

+ + +

Eric smiled and helped her to his feet. He was currently wondering how to get back home when most of his energy was gone. Some rest had been gained when he was speaking to her and he hoped it was enough to let him travel home faster. His eyes darted to the direction of the town and he looked down at her, the smile still faint on the corners of his lips. "Do you think you can make it to town? If we move at a steady pace we can get there within and hour or so." Eric said to her, tilting his head slightly out of habit. He could see her dog-like traits. She was beautiful, really, but would never speak that aloud.

Stretching his tired limbs Eric let his appearance change back into the bushbuck. Shaking his head calmly as he did Eric turned to look up at her. The task was a little tiring but it was enough to let him change. He just hoped it would withstand for the short while it took to get to his apartment building. Then he had to get in of course. Maybe she could shift into some type of puppy or small dog. Then he could sneak her inside without drawing attention. If he brought in a large dog it would annoy the neighbors and she probably wouldn't be aloud inside the building. Then there was what to feed her. He hoped she ate fruit because he had no meat of any sort at his house. Only vegetables, fruits, wheats and dairy. He was sure she would eat one of those.

After a few minutes of tring to full-proof his plan Eric thought towards the morning. He could sneak her out in her smallest form and carry her to the edge of town, escort hero to the woods and leave her to her own. Even though that would disappoint him Eric didn't want to press anything on Christina. Finally asking her the question that had been troubling Eric turned to her, "What's the smallest form you can change in to?"

[wolfie.]

C h r i s t i n a

Now standing in front of Eric, Christina could see his face clearly, and there formed a thought in the back of her mind that he was very handsome. He had tan skin and stunning hazel eyes. The first thing Christina noticed about people were their eyes, and she specifically liked his. Embarassment flooded her when she realized he had said something to her. The soft skin of her cheeks flushed dark red. "Er, sorry." she apologized, just managing to recall what he had asked.

"I think I can make it." Christina replied, hoping she sounded convincing. She hadn't eaten a thing all day, and and she wasn't exactly sure just how much longer she could go on an empty stomach. She knew that because of her canine roots, she could go quite some time without food, but with the human being her most dominant feature, her strengths had their limits. On top of this, she had rarely missed a meal in her life. She was used to having food in front of her at every meal time each day.

Christina watched quietly as Eric morphed back to his bushback form. She wondered what he was thinking about, because silence fell over them for several moments. His question answered hers. What is my smallest form? She wondered. Christina had never really experimented with her abilities, so she couldn't be completely sure of their limitations. "I-I don't really know." she admitted sheepishly. "I never really had to worry about anything like that." she said, blushing once more with embarrassment. "I could try checking my options once we get closer to town though." she suggested, glancing at him while chewing on her lip nervously.

L o g a n
»x«

Logan was delighted when she finally agreed. He felt excitement building inside him, but he hid it from her with great care. He didn't want her to think he was some silly guy who was always alone. He then realized it would be hard for her to believe that, even if it had been true. He should probably have plenty of friends, and girls, surrounding him. This wasn't entirely untrue. He did have a wide circle of friends, and there was always at least one girl whispering about him. He however never took advantage of such a situation. He personally thought that teenagers who got into relationships too young were just setting themselves up for disaster. 'Love' at a young age rarely lasted very long, and that was why Logan hardly ever found himself flirting with girls.

Logan nodded to her sincerely when she thanked him. "Oh it's no problem, really. My parents are always bringing patients into the house. They'll be pleased to have you." he replied calmly. Logan realized how much she resembled a cat when she finally stood up in human form. Her posture, and her grace, both reflected on her inner feline. Logan shrugged softly when she asked how long it would take to reach his house. "The nearest town is actually about an hour or two away, but my house is nearly three, depending on our pace." he told her.

As Kyra morphed into her stunning cheetah form once again, Logan morphed into a bald eagle. His wings were dark brown, with a golden hint in them when the sun hit his feathers. His head and tail were pale white, and his whole body was outlined by the light of the sun beating down on them. Even under the trees, the light somehow peered through and touched them.

[valiant.]

Kyra Rose Denault●●●›


"Sometimes the heart can see beauty that the eye cannot."

* * *

Kyra hated the feeling of her skin so close to her ribs but she tried not to focus on that. She just needed to get to Logan's house. There she could heal and actually eat something, along with rest. Her ears perked up when he said about three hours. It wasnt long really, but she knew it would take forever. Cheetahs only ran in short bursts but their lean figures helped them glide in quick paces when they weren't running. Quietly watching him morph she could help but admire him. The way he simply was in eagle form was magnificent enough and she could see the strength of the bird in his human form when she thought back to it. All together he was amazing.

Scenting the air Kyra manged to pick up a few wafts of polluted air. There was the last town she passed not far behind, about two hours, then another that was faint. Assuming this was the right way she shook her pelt and looked to Logan beside her. Scenting the air once again she made sure she was positive before asking him, "That way?" Pausing briefly she nodded towards the direction in front of her, the faint smell of pollution occaisionally catching her scent. "I can smell it."

A sharp pain made her head snap back and she stared at her wound. It was throbbing again and that was definitely not good. Holding up her leg hesitantly she looked back to Logan. The past days she had learned just to walk through the pain. If it was out of mind she found she could ignore it with more ease. Even though it still hurt she had decided to ignore it. When she walked you couldn't tell but there was still a small limp. She really wasnt too healthy looking in any form right now and hoped nobody saw her like this. It would attract attention. A cheetah foundin North America. That wouldn't be good. She would be found by her parents if they saw.


Eric John McConnell●●●›


"I have so many mistakes I can't erase."

+ + +

"Alright, you have some time to think on our way there." Eric replied rather calmly. Lifting his ovulat head he scented the air and perked his finely-curved ears. Catching the trickling sound of the stream he trotted towards it, not far from where they were really. Pausing at the water he looked over his shoulder back to Christina. Flicking his tail side to side he checked the perimeter for any other animals. They were all gone after the noise the deer had created. That was one good thing that had came out of that.

"Come on." Eric urged Christina warmly, turning and trotting down the opposite side of the river he had seen Christina come out of. He stayed at a trot, saving time for Christina to catch up with him. It sounded like she lived in the town about half an hour by car away. He had walked over there a few times for an afternoon. It was much more calmer than the small city they were headed to. The apartment building was in the heart of the city and he would have to carry Christina a few blocks in the morning and on the way to his apartment. A small sparrow flittered ahead and let out a sharp cry as he trotted by. The bird here were so twitchy, quite disturbing if you asked him.

Eric made sure to stay at the rivers side, tail swishing as he like to do so. Frog leaped int the water as he smoothly glided by. Corking often stopped a few feet in front of him by the frogs. He never got to see them up close and one day he was so bored he had tried many approaches to actually see the little amphibians.