† Shiver †

[Honourable Villain]

Damian nodded a bit in response when Mayia spoke and he began to wonder if she even knew Nalexedite at all. Maybe Nalexedite was talking about someone else? He could of mistaken. But then if he never met Mayia, then how come he knew where she lived? Damian sighed a bit at his thoughts and his gaze fell upon Mayia again as she asked him a question. He bit his lip a little in thought and he then saw no wrong in the offer. "I'd appreciate it, thank you." He replied lightly and he figured it would benefit him greatly. It would probably be best to stay inside around this time, with the weather changing at the drop of a hat, who knows when he might change back into his wolf form. The slightest breeze could set him off as well as the others if they're not careful. Mental stability always helped too but to Damian, it never made much of a difference. His weight shifted to both of his legs again and away from the tree but he was a bit uneasy still going any closer to the dogs. No doubt they knew what he was.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia gave a kind, yet reserved smile and whispered to the dogs. She found that it calmed them down and it was a good mechanism to make them curious enough to listen as closely as possible. "Inside everyone. If any or you are still hungry, just go to the kitchen." She spoke to the dogs almost like they were people, but she never really treated them like people. She treated them like dogs, as they should be treated. Moleson was the only one who stayed at Mayia's side, eager to protect his friend from harms way. Mayia was the leader of this little pack, and the dogs usually protected her regardless of the situation. She took some time to stop the dogs from attacking some people in town, but for the most part, they were very well behaved. Mayia then gestured for Damian to follow. As Mayia walked, Moleson stood between Mayia and Damian, his ears pointed. Mayia had noticed this though and corrected Moleson's behaviour with a tap on his head. "Be nice." She said quietly to the over-protective German Shepherd. Moles was the first dog Mayia ever rescued. Moleson also seemed to grow quite attached to Mayia, and vice versa.

The other dogs had rushed through the door. One of them had gone to the kitchen, while the other two went up to their rooms. Lorie, the Sheltie/Border Collie mix was the one in the kitchen, pacing as her tail swayed. The house smelled of dogs, cats, rodents, reptiles and meat. Mayia did a lot of cooking not too long ago. "I'm sorry if it smells. I was making dinner for the dogs earlier." She said apologetically, not wanting to be a bad host as she held the door open by standing before it with her back and heels keeping it from swinging shut.

[Honourable Villain]

Damian glanced over the dogs, seeing that every single one had their very own personality. He continued to keep his natural distance and his wolf senses were on high alert even though he tried to be normal as possible for once. Hanging around a human never seemed to be on Damian's mind lately and didn't plan on it really until today. An unexpected turn of events but with Damian's daring attitude, he was going to follow it anyway. "It's alright, really. I live with dogs too." Damian shrugged a bit and gave her homme a quick glance. No wonder she smelled strange to him when he was a wolf, she had all kinds of animals around her. He entered cautiously but moved swiftly with hsi hands still in his pockets. The warmer the better so he decided to keep his black leather jacket on still. "Are they all yours?" Damian asked curiously as he tilted his head a bit at the dogs as they took off into their own directions. His flame red bangs just hovering before his green eyes.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia shut the door quietly and watched as Lorie started to sniff around the kitchen. Moleson was still at her side, cautiously watching over Mayia to make sure that Damian wouldn't hurt her. "I-I guess so... I find a lot of strays and hurt animals, so I kept them all here." She said with a timid smile. "Please make yourself at home. Lorie looks a little hungry, but feel free to ask for anything that you might need." Mayia added in before she headed off to the kitchen. Moleson followed her until he was at the doorway. He then sat down and eyed Damian cautiously. It was rather obvious that Moleson didn't really like Damian, or trust him for that matter. Moleson never trusted any human other than Mayia. He would usually bark and bark to no end, until Mayia taught him otherwise. Mayia just got to fixing up a plain bowl of wet dog food for Lorie. Mayia never let them eat it dry since the wet dog food seemed to help their systems just a little better, and the last time that she just gave them dry dog food, it seemed to make them want more water. She liked to keep her friends in good health.

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[Honourable Villain]

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Damian listened to what Mayia had to say but he continued to keep his distance, not just because he didn't want to provoke Mayia's german sheperd, but he still felt uneasy about being so near despite Nalexedite's warning. When was that guy going to get here anyway? Damain sighed a bit at the thought and his hands slipped into his front jean pockets. Stepping around to give Mayia's home a look, he was only trying to get away from the door which gave off a chill from the outside still. He could tell Mayia had more animals just by the scents he was picking up but he had to be clueless like any other dumb human. "How is that cat of yours from earlier today?" He asked to keep a casual conversation going and he tossed his head a bit to move his bangs away from his line of vision.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia set Lorie's food in front of her, shooing Moleson a little so that he wouldn't be so hostile. She quiety whispered to Moleson, "Please be nice. He helped Hamlet." At once, Moleson calmed and stood again, stepping away from the doorway. Mayia heard Damian speak again and got up, taking a cup of tea out for Damian. "His name is Hamlet. He's actually napping in my room now." Mayia said with a small smile, walkin up to Damian with Moleson still at the kitchen's door frame. "Please, have some while you wait." She said as she offered the cup to Damian. Mayia was really nervous with having someone who wasn't an animal in her house, but she needed to be polite to her guest. "It's herbal tea and still fresh. I hope you like it." She said timidly, her head a bit low as she spoke.

[OutFoxed]

Waking up with with a startle, Kingsley glanced around. The trees and nearby plants were lit in dappled star light. His back was against a tree's rough trunk with his legs stretched out before him. He rubbed his eyes and his mind cleared up after a few moments. Yawning, Kingsley rose up from the ground and stretched. The teen remembered his run in with the werewolves. He had been annoyed with being outnumbered and drilled by Ryu but also envied the pack. Deep down he wanted to feel the security and closeness of being bound in a pack, although Kingsley would never admit to this. His argument was that he had all the freedom in the world, never having to report or submit to a leader. But for him, he was willing to give it up. He was sick of going through the agony of transforming; the anger and depression he was always feeling; always being alone.

He had hoped that sleeping would rid him of the turmoil that swirled within. But it hadn't. Spinning around, Kinsley slammed his fist in to the tree with all his might. He had limited feeling from the numbness that his depression and rage induced. The impact had done little but bruise his fist and broke some of the bark off. It would hurt later on he knew. At some point all of his actions would come back and hit him hard but that wouldn't be until he woke up and most likely that wasn't going to happen.

Kingsley reeled away from the tree. He stalked off through the woods heading in no particular direction. After the encounter with Ryu and his pack, Kingsley had not traveled very far before he succumbed to his need to rest. A grumbling rumble sounded loudly. He stopped and tried to figure out where it had come from. He had instinctively crouched, prepared to be attacked. It sounded again, closer. He swiveled around, his keen eyes darting constantly. Again he heard the rumble but this time he had pinpointed the source. It was his stomach reminding him loudly that he was starving. He gave a gruff laugh and straightened to his full height.

[I'm so so sorry for not posting earlier. I had lost muse and have not participated in any rps lately. I know and understand that this is much of a crap post, but I figured that I needed to type something up just to get going. Sorry ]:

[Honourable Villain]

-It's alright barkerpup, just as long as you post once a week and don't get too far behind. If you do, just ask me ^^-

"Glad to hear that's he's alright," Damian said in reply to Mayia's update on Hamlet. Even if he did chase cats on his free time as a wolf, after hearing a bout Hamlet's condition, Damian couldn't help but make sure the cat was okay. Maybe he would even make sure the cat wasn't Hamlet before he chased anything again. Damain then turned towards Mayia when a new scent came across his. His sense of smell flared up out of curiosity and the only difference that kept him from being a real wolf was his human body. Shortly after his split-second realization, he shook his head a bit with a silent sigh before taking the cup of tea from Mayia. "Thank you," He nodded his head a bit in response and then took a small sip, unafraid to try new things. With a new taste on his tounge, he smiled a bit in satisfaction. "It's good," He said lightly and took a small second to glance at Mayia's dog at the doorway of the kitchen, surprised that the dog didn't follow. But other than that, Damian wasn't much of a tea drinker. This would probably be the only exception. With a slight tilt of his head, he than saw how careful and uncomfortable Mayia became since she saw him. She looked so loose and happy when she was around just animals, it assured him that she wouldn't put the wolf clues together with his human body. Or at least he hoped.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia kept her head a little low until Damian said that he liked it. She was more put at ease by the tone that Damian had used rather than his actual reaction though. She smiled slightly and nodded. "I'm glad that you like it." She said, a light blush on her cheeks that she didn't really notice. Mayia would have went on, but there was a knocking at the door, and that had startled Mayia into taking a step away from Damian, her hands cupped over her mouth and nose. For some reason, this was a natural response for her, and Hunter had let out a hoarse noise from his throat that sounded a lot like a chuckle when she did that. "I-I think your friend is here." She stuttered out.

Nalexedite went from the library with a defeated expression and cut through the forest, jogging to keep up his body heat so that he wouldn't shift. He had gone through the forest and in no time, he made it to Mayia's house. Hopefully, no one from the pack had seen him. If Ryu found out, he'd be so dead. Nalexedite was hoping that this was the right house, since he didn't see Damian, or smell him. All he smelled was dog and meat coming from the house, so that was enough to reassure him. He walked up to the front door and banged against it with his fist two times, then stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jean jacket as he waited for someone to open the door. His eyes were shifting back and forth, searching to see if anyone else had followed.