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and not every monster
has black blood or claws,
at least not the one with
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lukas sudden agreement reassured Quinnely greatly. he'd been afraid that he was just bugging his friend, coming over early in the morning after spending lots of time with him the past few days. obviously Luka was excited about this. it made a lopsided grin tug on Quinn's lips, and he rolled his eyes as lulu started to ramble again. though, this time he was tripping on his words, like he was trying to cover up his sudden childish outburst. lucky for the male, Quinn had his hues trailed on the ground, searching for twigs to step on. "yeah, I'd be fine with that. I'll just make a nest on the floor. a blanket or two and a pillow will be good." reaching up to trail his fingers through his hair, those green-blue eyes started to scan the trees for one to climb. it'd been ages since he'd monkey'd his way up a tree. scaling branches was one of his specialties. "y'know, I actually prefer sleeping with you..." a brief pause as Quinn realized how that sounded. his brows furrowed and he glared up at the sky for a moment as he backtracked. try that again. "I mean, as in, sleeping in the same room as you." that resulted in a chuckle, an attempt to cover up that cringeworthy awkward comment. "you and your "secret ninja warrior" family and all, I think I'd sleep better knowing I'm with a person who won't climb onto the roof and kill me stealthily, y'know?" Quinn had a sudden moment where he wondered if the boy's entire family took parkour lessons. what if that was the secret. a very fit family that ran across the tops of buildings and leaped huge gaps between trees. that would be sort of badass, and Quinnely would have complete respect for the Luka household.

Quinn wrinkled his nose like a sourpuss puppy again at the mention of his parents. "kid, drop the parent subject. don't worry 'bout them. I've got it handled. I'll tell the 'rents I'm staying at a friends house, they won't worry. not like they care enough to worry, anyway. as for your dad, I'll just avoid him. can't annoy him if I'm not around, right?" it took about three minutes to finally get to the stream, and when he saw it it was like Quinn just got hit by a memory brick. good times were spent here, splashing each other and hauling rocks into piles to make "water fortresses". attempts to leap the little stream had been made, resulting in one kid getting soaked and the other laughing hysterically. as Luka mentioned a "he" coming out to attack them, Quinn gave a dorky smile and put his hands on his hips dramatically. "the raccoon still lives here? geez, that thing is immortal. especially after attacking a wo-dog, right Luka?" he snickered like a smart ass, an attempt to maybe wring a sarcastic reply or two out of Lulu. Quinn followed the longer-legged boy across the water, trailing behind him like an obedient little shadow, making sure to add a story as they walked. "remember when I told you I had a loose tooth, so you tied one end of a piece of string to it and the other to a rock, and threw it as far as you could down the stream? afterwards I gave you the money I got from the 'toothfairy'." oh what a great childhood, yanking teeth out of his mouth with a rock.

as he finished his story, Luka came to an abrupt stop. Quinn ran into his back, and gave a huff of annoyance. turn back? why should they turn back? the palace was literally a few trees away. walking all the way here then bailing as soon as they reached their destination was dumb. Luka quickly corrected himself, continuing his walk towards the shack of a treehouse. 'what, is he afraid of the big bad wolf? nothing's out here.' Quinn thought, following the bigger boy towards the small wooden structure. "Well yeah, it's been seven years, you doof. of course it's falling apart. I vote we fix it up next weekend." being free every weekend due to be new to the school wasn't too bad when you had Luka to make plans with. Quinnely's eyes traveled to the tree in front of them, and he beamed as he formed a plan. the branch was just the right height, he had too. he held out an arm to Lulu's chest, stopping his walk. "oh, Luka, watch, watch." Quinn said like an excited child, stepping forwards and reaching up to grab the branch above their heads. he kicked his feet up onto the trunk, then pulled himself up the rest of the way so that he was off the ground. a little wobbly he hadn't done this in a while, but he was still the tree master. scooting down the branch with his back to Luka as he'd done a thousand time as little kids, he finally let himself drop backwards, only hanging from his legs with his arms free. Quinnely resembled a bat, swinging upside down so that he was face-to-face with the other boy. he gave Lulu a big, cheesy grin, and let his arms hang down like a monkey. "spider-man kiss." The boy giggled, his weight making the branch sway ever so slightly.

/shshshsh your posts are perfect no editing/
/aha cute moment it's 1:00 in the morning and tomorrow's my last free day until school starts TuT yaaay/

[foxes800]

((Bleh. I meant to have this up much sooner than this. :P))

-----Quinn always knew how to cheer him up and put him at ease, even when he was stressing over the ‘rents and anxiously glancing about for any signs of danger. The boy obviously didn’t understand why he’d suggested they turn back and probably wouldn’t get it; unless, he was clued in on the secretive world of supernaturals, which Luka hoped would never happen. He liked him just the way he was, ignorantly telling stories and making smart ass remarks. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips, the werewolf chuckling at the memory the smaller male had chosen. “Good friends help each other rip teeth out with rocks and then steal their ‘toothfairy’ money. Guess that just makes you a horrible person, doesn’t it, Quinny Bear?” By now his smile had erupted into a full-blown, cheery grin. Personally, the little pup had always preferred to do his own fang pulling, and had even gone as far as to call his pal a big baby for wanting to let his own teeth fall out naturally. That incident at the stream had resulted from peer pressure at its finest. Indeed, what a great childhood.
-----As they finally arrived at their beloved tree fort, Luka turned his amber gaze up to the rickety, old thing, which was swaying unsteadily at every gust of wind. It was certainly a fixer upper. And maybe... just maybe, he could even convince the other to move ‘the palace’ over to their side of the stream. Worth a shot, right? The werewolf gestured back the way they’d came and was about to speak up when Quinn demanded his attention. Both dark brows rose curiously and the eighteen year old watched with fascination as the other pulled himself up the tree. What was he...? Moments later, it all made sense. The adorable dork allowed himself to fall back and hang by his legs, his arms hanging down like a monkey and his blood beginning to rush to his head, turning his face red. “Wow. How are you still single?” Luka asked in mock disbelief. Really though, Quinnely was such a freaking tease. And worst of all, he was a tease without even realizing it. “Why don’t you try that smooth move on Amelia, womanizer? Get her off my hands.” The eighteen year old added as he decided to join in on the fun, grabbing onto Quinn’s branch and using it and the trunk to climb higher than his pal. Scooting along the limb, the werewolf stuck his tongue out childishly at the teen below. “If you fall on your face, you’re on your own. I’m not lugging your fat ass back to your house again.”
-----The werewolf gently swung his legs back and forth, shaking the branch he was on as he once again found himself gazing at the wooden structure. On one hand, he wanted to bring up moving their not-so-secret secret base, so they wouldn’t have to risk their necks constantly. But on the other, this location held so many fond memories. “Remember how we how we used to hide out in there. And that one time when we got so fed up with Yuri and her tattling, we filled up water balloons and then waited for her to come over?... I swear the entire town could hear her terrified, pissed off shrieks as she sprinted back home to tell my mom and dad. We got in so much trouble they even called up your parents... Oh! Oh! And then there were all the sleepovers held in there. Remember how we’d always end up right up against each other, cuddling ‘cause we could hardly fit with all the crap we’d brought along. We prepared for those nights like we were expecting to feed and support an entire army.” A couple of snickers slipped past his lips at that. Man, he’d missed Quinnely and those sleepovers. But luckily for him... Luka would receive another tonight. “Ya know, you don’t have to nest on the floor. You can just pass out on one end of the bed, and I’ll pass out on the other. It’s going to be a clear night, so there won’t be any storm cuddling for my rent’s to walk in on. Well.... unless, I decide you’re warm and fluffy, and then you’ll probably be attacked in the middle of the night. I always shift towards the nearest source of warmth.” If it was a pillow or blanket, great, he’d cuddle with that. If it was Quinnely, the poor boy would probably get enveloped in a suffocating bear hug. It was just the way he worked. “So uhh, what do you want to do now? We visited the grumpy raccoon, crossed the stream, visited our tree fort...” And haven’t gotten ourselves attacked by werewolves yet. “I’d say we’re doing pretty well.”

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how he was single was sort of depressing. Quinn simply didn't find himself being attracted to many girls, or any person at that. maybe his sense romance was broken. who knew. the boy's grin looked like a frown as he watched the taller boy from the flipped angle. "no clue, i'm a sexy beast. i should get all the ladies." Miles let himself sway side to side slightly, trying to make the branch bounce. woah, wait, Amelia? nuh-uh. that woman was a she-devil, he wanted nothing to do with her. he scrunched up his nose again in that angry puppy way as he watched Luka, crossing his arms over his chest, face turning a light shade of red as the blood drained to his head. "that name is not to be mentioned in my presence." the sniffed words were cut short and meant to mock sternness, though he sounded fairly serious. the smaller male would likely cry if he was stuck with that chick like Lulu was. he was a strong man to put up with her. much respect went towards the kid.

soon, ignoring the spider-man kiss rather rudely, the smart-ass boy grabbed onto the tree and clambered up like a squirrel. the branch swayed and made a faint crackling sound at the sudden weight. "you're gonna break it, fatty!" Quinn squeaked, flipping upright and reaching for the next limb before his own snapped. a loud snort was given in Luka's direction as he was promised no help if he slipped and hit the ground. he seriously doubted that, he was much too loved to be forgotten in the forest after taking a tumble. if anything he'd be rushed to the mansion of a house and stuffed with cookies and Finding Nemo with a band-aid on his head. what a tragedy.

blue-green orbs flitted up to Luka, perched in beside the trunk, sticking his tongue out at the male below. Quinn made sure to return the gesture, blowing a raspberry as he did so for added effect. he started up the oak again, until he was right below his buddy. Quinnely settled himself with his back to the trunk, the bark scratching at his spine. it was a little comforting, though, as it brought back childhood memories of always scuffing and bruising himself while climbing. with a truly happy smile, he grabbed one of Lulu's sneakers and started fiddling with the shoelace, busying himself with mindlessly untying it. it would take a while, the male had a habit of tying his shoelaces a million times and as tight as he could so that they didn't click and drag on the floor (i'll remove this if you don't want him to have it, i just wanted quinn to have somthin' to do uvu). the light breeze whistled through the branches, playing with Quinn's shirt. one of his legs stayed tucked up to his chest, while the other swung town below the branch like it had a mind of it's own. the air was crisp and froze his lungs with each inhale, but he enjoyed it. the weather had certainly cooled since he left his own house, as cold fingers of wind now dragged over any bare skin on his body. Miles' cheeks and ears held a rosy tinge, dusted with a strawberry shade. he couldn't see Luka, but he must have been a little chilly, too. "poor kid," the male chuckled as the past was brought up, "looked like she wanted to kill us in our sleep. she was pissed. totally worth it, though. little skunk learned a lesson." his grin showed off his pearly whites and those damn dimples, along with a snicker or two finding their way out of his mouth. "we cuddled if we were in a cramped place or not. always to share the Nintendo under the blankets, remember? Lulu, you ate like a pig. we had to pack for an army, you'd devour it all." more gleeful chuckles, and he tried to move a hand to cover his mouth and muffle the sounds. he listened kindly as Luka continued the chat. cuddling, eh? didn't sound too bad. well, it was odd for him to think of this. again, a weird way to think of your best friend, of the same gender, as a cuddle buddy. they weren't little anymore. strangely he enjoyed the snuggling moments. but for the nth time, he brushed off the thoughts and decided to continue to play this off as a joke. "oh, yeah? well damn, bear hugs from you would probably end in a cracked rib. your cuddles are too strong." he looked up, for some reason expecting to see Lulu's face, but instead just got a branch. so he continued his little shoelace fiddling with no eye contact. "y'know, i think i'm just really adorable and you can't keep your hands off me. i mean, i can understand, i'm irresistible." Quinn adjusted his seat to get more comfortable, starting to wrap up Luka's whole shoe with his shoelace. "ah...wasn't there a tire swing a little beyond the tree fort? we used to play on that all the time. it had a chain instead of rope, it might still be there." the offer was probably going to be denied, for some reason the other male didn't like being in this part of the forest. he'd wanted to turn back earlier. what was his problem?

//yooo im soooo tempted to chance Quinnely's picture i found a cutie to use. but it'd be like...odd to change it at this point//

[foxes800]

((Sorry. Had to cut this one a little short. Might edit tomorrow. :P))

-----Oh so Quinn thought he was a fatty and ate like a pig? So that’s how it was... An amused grin lit up his face as the eighteen year old lounged around on the tree, using several nearby branches to balance himself as he practically sprawled across the limb, one leg dangling over the edge and the other stretched out along the length. “That reminds me... We’ll be needing to make a lot of pizza. Not only are there nine people, including yourself, but you’ve never seen the way Chase devours food. You think I have barbaric table manners. Give him five minutes, and he’ll have inhaled and picked at that pizza like a ravenous piranha,” Luka snickered, choosing to ignore the fact that the rest of the pack was the same way. He’d allow his pal to find out for himself what it was like to dine with werewolves. ‘Cause even his mother and sister were like that.
-----Speaking of Yuri, she was still a little brat. “What makes you think the skunk learned her lesson, hm? I say we mess with her some more, like the good ol’ days… Seriously, I can’t get away with anything with that snitch hanging around.” And between the younger wolf and Amelia, Luka didn’t catch any breaks, except when it came to this school year. (Let’s just say Quinn was his saving grace, keeping him sane when he was surrounded by fake friends, a horrible fiancée, and a homophobic father.) His precious little human. What would he do without him?
-----By this point, the conversation and the mere presence of the other had been enough to ease most of Lulu’s fears, and he was having a grand ol’ time now, chatting with his pal. Quinn was staying the night, they’d make pizza, and his father wouldn’t bring up wedding arrangements with a guest in the house. In fact, the only thing that managed to snap him out of this happy daze of his was the mention of the human being “really adorable” and “irresistible.” He leaned over ever so slightly, peering around the branch and down at Quinnely in shock. How the hell was he even supposed to respond to that? Lie?.. Tell the truth?.. Either option would end horribly. If he lied, he’d be caught. If he told the truth, it could bite him in the butt. “Hey now, lady killer, don’t get so cocky. You may be able to snag the wicked witch of the west anytime you please, but you’ll have to try harder than that for me.” So teasing was really his only answer, and even that had the potential to end in disaster. Yet nonetheless, throwing a playful wink into the mixture of dorky smile and cocked head of dark brunette strands, Lulu pulled himself back to his position. And that was when the realization finally hit. Something was wrong... No, there wasn’t any physical sign of danger. Not a single fresh scent travelled along the breeze, no tracks were left in the ground, no vicious growling sounded from below, nothing appeared wrong… Luka simply felt it deep in the pit of his stomach, his senses kicking into overdrive as he quickly and cautiously pushed himself upright again. He could only imagine how ridiculous he must have looked, practically twitching back and forth and up and down as if he couldn’t make up his mind. But currently, there were more pressing matters to deal with. All he knew was that nothing was wrong… yet. “You know what? I think the tire swing’s an excellent idea!” He suddenly exclaimed, yanking his shoe free from Quinn. “Let’s go! Let’s go! I’ll even push you. And then after that we could visit the park or go for ice cream or visit that little cave you always used to hide in for hide and seek and then we could play hide and seek or tag and make pizza and cloud watch and finish Finding Nemo…” Finally shutting his trap for a breath of air, the other gave a sheepish smile before beginning his descent down the trunk, purposely shaking his pal’s to mess with him a bit. Keep moving, Luka. Just keep moving and keep him moving.

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nine people wouldn't be that hard. adults didn't eat as much as ravenous teenagers did, but that was still quite a bit of pizza. Quinn himself would eat slowly and probably just have a slice or two. he was easily convinced that any of the younger adults in the household would gladly take an entire dish themselves. the thought of someone eating with worse table manners than Luka's was fairly amusing. he clearly had no patience when it came to food.

he busied himself with tying Luka's lace back up, making sure to make the knot extra tight as it was wound around his whole foot. this was something he always did when they were little, and it pissed Lulu off to no end. it'd end in some furious yelling and angry huffing as he tried to untie it and free his sneaker from his leg. "she never changed, huh? can't imagine she's as bad as before. must've grown out of it a little." that had to be true. Yuri was the most evil little girl, constantly running to the other male's parents and crying about not being included in games and trips to the park or tag or hide and seek. something dumb, the boys not letting her have a small bag of chips or refusing her begging to come bike riding with them. and worse, she threw the biggest fits. surely as a teenager she had more sense?

Quinnely's gaze flitted up to meet Luka's golden orbs as they appeared from over the branch. he looked shocked, like the "irresistible and really adorable" musing had been too much. the smaller male paled, a sudden blanket of cold coming over him. had he offended Luka? did he sound too serious? he hadn't meant to make him uncomfortable. was he mad? would he leave? or yell at him? the eighteen year old waited painfully as the words from the other reached his ears, hoping that it'd be something positive rather than fraught. and finally, to ease his worries, Mr.Ryals gave Quinnely one of those lovely dorky grins, followed by a wink and a little tilt of his head, causing those brunette locks to frame his face in a no less than appealing way. Miles didn't catch himself staring until Luka straightened into his original spot on the branch, and the other boy was left with a little smile tugging sheepishly on his lips and the faintest strawberry tinge on his cheeks. it was a great feeling to have somebody who's simple smirk could make you happier than you'd been in years. along with someone who'd stay with you when you're sick, during storms, teach you how to play a guitar, allow you to come over while having parent problems, and let you vent about how cruddy your life has been. he'd have to give this kid a big thank you some time soon. "really? i thought that was good enough. i'll try harder next time, i promise." Quinn said gently, giving a half-hearted laugh.

and then, as if choosing immediately, Luka leaped down from his branch, all while jabbering on about what they could to after this. park, icecream, a cave, hide and seek, pizza, cloud watching, finding nemo. all those words kind of just mushed together in Quinn's mind and made little sense, but he caught onto the fact that Luka was probably trying to make him decide on a few. "i vote icecream or park, then heading back to your house for pizza and finding nemo. and after school tomorrow, i want to go see if that skatepark is still there. the one next to McDonalds on the corner?" he straightened his shirt, and of course, once his hands were of the tree, Lulu shook his branch. Quinnely made an angry hissing sound that resembled something like a cat, and made a mad grab for the other boy's arm as he started to slide off the side of the limb. he managed to catch himself on the trunk, but not before a string of fairly foul words slipped from his mouth. "geeeez. calm down! there's no rush, we have time." the huffed, clipped sentences didn't sound angry, just a little confused. why did Luka want to leave so badly? just excited? Quinnely shook his head but offered a little bit of a crooked smile, starting his own descent down the oak after his friend. his feet instinctively found the right holds, as he had so many times before as a kid, and the teen was soon on the ground, brushing off dirt and plucking off a leaf that had lodged itself in his sleeve.

//boring post, sorrrry >n< you can timeskip, if you'd like//

[foxes800]

(Don't worry about it. I always love your posts. :3 Though, I did decide on a time skip to avoid more of Luka rambling about random crap.)

-----After Quinn nearly fell out of the oak and flat on his face, letting loose a very cat-like hiss, the pair set off through the forest. The human, stomping over leaves and twigs and making a huge ruckus, was completely unaware of the looming threat. Meanwhile, Luka was hyperaware, watching his steps more than he usually did and rushing their progress through the trees. The quicker they could cross that stream again, the better. So once the tire swing was in sight, the werewolf couldn't have been more relieved. Not only were they almost finished goofing off in this part of the forest, but the swing was still in perfect shape. In that moment, it was almost like they were eight again, sprinting to the large, obsidian tire, which hung securely from the cottonwood. Lulu would always push the other little squirt and then jump on when it was in full swing. Then, it'd slow, and he'd repeat the process until he was tuckered out and could hardly lift his own arms. "Man, we had so much fun here,” He murmured, a soft smile making its way across his face as he turned his attention to Quinn. “I’m glad you're back, buddy… So, you want to give the old thing a test? I’ll push.”
-----Without giving the poor boy a choice, Luka was soon nudging him towards the swing. He was just lucky he had decided not to pick him up. No doubt that would embarrass little Quinny Bear soon enough. Because as the two were enjoying themselves, conversing about their plans for the day, the werewolves that had been tasked with patrol had finally picked up on their scent. This time, the alpha of the pack had given the duty to his own daughter, one of her friends from cheer, and another older male, and the three wolves were quickly weaving through the tall trunks in their direction. They’d been trotting along the stream, following the course of the water until they’d come across the fallen limb that held the grumpy raccoon. And there, Amelia had instantly recognized Luka’s scent and that of another, much more unpleasant human. What on earth was he doing on their land? And why was her Lukie Poo with him? Amelia was dead set on finding out what the two were up to. While elsewhere, Luka was dead set on having a bit of fun before rushing them to the small, homemade ice-cream shop. And he was so focused on that that he hardly noticed the large white beast stalking up behind them. Her head low, ears laid flat against her skull, and her lips pulled back from her teeth, Amelia padded forward and released a bloodcurdling, guttural growl. “Luka! What the hell is this!” was what he understood it to mean.
-----The eighteen year old whipped around, his amber eyes wide as he stared into the vibrant blue orbs of the monster. For each werewolf, their eye color was either decided by their human or animal form, and they remained the same in both. Luka gained his from his wolf’s, and Amelia gained hers from her human. But right now, that was beside the point. “Quinn… Quinn, run!” He muttered frantically. No, the male wasn’t scared as the three creatures lumbered closer and closer. If need be, Luka could always shift to protect his friend. He simply didn’t want to give his identity away. Besides, Amelia looked furious and was no longer even focused on him. She’d turned her gaze to his pal, padding directly that way. Oh no she didn’t. There was no way he’d let the queen bee get anywhere near his imprintee. “Quinnely!” He snapped. “Back to the stream!”

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//love your posts too ;u; a little shorter than i wanted my post, but eyyy i'll have more in the next with cuddles and crying over luka maybe being hurt//

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as they worked their way over the tire swing, rather quickly, Quinnely made sure to stomp on every crunchy leaf and kick a rock or two every few trees or so. out of humanly instinct to crush and fling things things, maybe. he did it as a kid, and surely did it now. he had his hands in his pockets, marching along beside Luka childishly. not that he was afraid to show off his kiddy side at all, it just happened when he was around the other male. spending nearly your entire childhood with one person certainly brought out his inner mini-Quinnely. oddly, Lulu seemed to be on high-alert. he would shoot the trees panicked glances, step quietly, rushing along as if to end this little trip. he'd seemed excited to finally come to the forest, why wasn't he happy? this was weird. but Quinn brushed it off, hopping along beside his buddy like there wasn't a care in the world. they finally reached the swing, and it looked good as ever. maybe a little rusted on the chain, but secure. not likely to break. the branch had a slight dent where the chain had been resting for years, but it hadn't eaten through enough to be dangerous. in fact, if the swing did decide to give out and fall to the ground as it's final resting place, they wouldn't get hurt at all. it was maybe three feet off the ground, a tumble from that height was more just a loss of air as you hit the forest floor. Luka gazed at the old thing like he was recalling some memories, and Quinnely felt a dumb grin paint his lips at the other's comment. "I am too. i missed you. i might break it, but why the hell not." the teen took a step towards the old car part, grabbing onto the rust-licked iron links.

it would be an understatement to say that what happened next was simply unexpected. this was more than surprising, this was a moment that Quinn doubted he'd forget. Three. Big. Wolves. these weren't normal wolves. these beasts were terrifyingly huge, with pearly fangs that looked like white daggers in their long muzzles. a white mutt had somehow managed to get close to them, and was now snarling and letting out a cringeworthy throaty growl that made the hairs on Quinnely's arms stand up. thunder was bad, but being confronted by three deadly creatures was beyond anything the male had ever experienced. icy shocks ran up his back, his arms, made his thoughts jumble like his head had turned into a blender. those sea green orbs were locked on that one female canine, meeting intelligent blue vibrant hues. he stood there in a moment of complete and utter awe, unable to process that these animals just happened to be right in front of him. this wasn't some cheesy Twilight movie, it was a real wolf big enough to bite off his head. his fingers slowly uncurled from the chain, his sneaker placing one step behind him. then the other. Luka's words seemed distant, but he understood them. run. the stream? why the stream? why not climb a tree. wolves can't climb. what did he plan on doing? fend of three full grown wolves? he wasn't superman for god's sake, what the hell was he thinking? Quinnely's heart started to hammer, staying calm a far away option, too far to be enabled and set to work. the white beast was stepping closer to Miles, the growling almost deafening to him. it was almost like in a film, where time slowed and you had time to think about things. thing was, he had the slow-mo time, but he couldn't think. fear was a dark hand that gripped your mind and squeezed out any chance of fathoming up something intelligent. instead, the sudden instinct to flee came to mind. just as Luka had said. and all he could hope was that his friend would follow. what would he do if the other boy got bitten, worst attacked by all three? no clue. he wouldn't leave him, he'd do something dumb, like try to help him. but for now, run. go now. L-Luka. Luka." that one word was the only thing he could stutter out, more a demand than a question or a simple mutter. what should he do? he couldn't just...take off. this thing was big enough to chase him down, kill him with ease. was it worth it? hopefully. pray to god he'll live. with that in mind, Quinn ran in the opposite direction. just as he was instructed, feet pounding on the earth as he made the mad dash back towards the small stream they'd just visited. it wasn't...too far. not at all. maybe ten minutes walking. how long running? why the stream. how could water help them. beasts didn't care about water. they'd leap over the minuscule obstacle and rip out Quinnely's guts. but the only thought on Quinnely's mind was Luka. what he was doing. if he got hurt while the other boy ran like a coward, Quinn would punish himself. what a dumbass. he thought, towards no one in particular, as he bolted in a rather panicked way, following his given orders.

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((Don't worry about it. c: Mine was a bit short too. I wanted to give you a chance to do whatever chase thing you wanted to do, etc, etc.
Just let me know if you need me to cut off sooner so you can add something. ^u^))

-----Amber hues drifted calmly over to his petrified pal. What was taking the boy so long? Adrenaline should have kicked in by now... For Pete’s sake, these wolves stood a good foot or two higher than their normal cousins! Instead of being up to the hip, they stood shoulder height (which was about the only thing his species had in common with the twilight mutts). But in other words... they could tear into the soft flesh of his throat with only a single bite. “Run!” He repeated, as the other boy grasped for direction. And the moment Quinn took off, Luka quickly followed suit, his feet carrying him as fast as they would take him. God forbid Amelia catch up. She seemed like she was about to legitimately maim one of them.
-----It only took him a minute or so to reach his Quinny Bear, falling into pace with the smaller male so his message would be painfully clear. They were in this together no matter what. Even if one of the werewolves tried to finish off the other. “Just get past the stream! We should be safe there!” He shouted over the pounding of their footsteps, trying to reassure the terrified human as he risked a glance behind them. And the sight the werewolf saw was, without a doubt, horrifying. (At least for Quinn it would be.) The large white beast and her two sidekicks were gaining, huge paws smacking the ground and propelling them forward at an alarming rate. Hmm. Luka honestly couldn’t tell you whether or not Amelia was going for the kill. All he remembered in that instant was that their pack was known be hostile and violent to humans. “Come on... Come on...” the eighteen year old whispered nervously.
-----And just as it looked like they were doomed, Amelia’s pearly whites practically snapping at their backs, the trees began to thin out and more and more light began to stream into the forest until they finally hit the edge. There! The stream was now in sprinting range, so Luka reached out and snatched Quinn’s wrist, pulling him towards the water even faster than before. Annnnd.... safe! The second their shoes hit the cool liquid, wetting their legs with a refreshing spray, he knew they could rest easy. The dark brunette yanked Quinn to a stop by the side of the stream, a shaky smile illuminating his face. Sure enough, the werewolves had stopped dead in their tracks. The largest of them, the grey male, was looking down at the edge with an unhappy snarl. And Amelia seemed especially pissed, bearing her fangs at them and staring him straight in the eye. “Uh uh stay on your side.” Meanwhile, smug was the perfect word to describe him. Not scared. Not out of breath. Not even concerned. Smug. In fact, he’d even forgotten about his pal, until he took into account the labored breathing coming from beside him. “Quinn!” Luka immediately scanned over the other, circling him as he looked for any injuries before finally pulling the boy into a hug. “Thank goodness...” The three huge beasts took that as their time to leave. Oh he’d be getting it tomorrow from Amelia and his father.

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it was easy to say that Quinnely was running faster than he ever had in his life. this was a terrifying experience, feeling the hot breath of savage wolves on your heels, hear the snapping of their fangs. he had no clue how he and Luka had outrun these things, but they managed too. only after a few of those teeth had managed to nick his ankle, giving him another burst of speed that got them to the small stream fast enough not to be devoured. Quinn stood there on the other side of the stream, hands on his knees, breathing heavily. those petrified aqua orbs had locked on the furred monsters as they paced and huffed on the other side of the water, muscles rippling under their pelts. the smaller boy was shaking, air coming in short, rough heaves. escaping the canines should have resulted in trying to get even further away from them, but instead, a single question clung to his mind. why did they stop? how in hell were wolves afraid of water. unable to leap a stretch of land. in the midst of his terror, there was the small chip of curiosity that brought up this question. simple fascination with these overgrown lupus. and respect. there was no way he'd be going back there again, even with Luka.

speaking of him, the devil wasn't even fazed. not breathing unevenly, not scared. smug. a smug ass teenager facing a group of retreating wolves. now...that was questionable. had he encountered these three before? was this why he knew the stream was a safe place? and it clicked into place- this is why Luka hadn't wanted to cross the water. why he'd offered to turn back. what an idiot Quinn had been, not listening to him. but...why didn't the boy just tell him they were in danger of being attacked. he would've understood, for gods sake!

and this was when Luka seemed to notice that Quinn was frozen stiff, and scooped him up into a warm hug that made his heart flutter like a startled bird. but he payed little attention to the action, he watched, still, as the dogs stalked back into the trees. he stared until they disappeared into the bushes, and still continued until he felt certain they wouldn't appear. and then, slowly, his arms snaked around Luka's neck, pulling himself closer to the taller male. his head found itself a nice spot right under the other's chin, and he let himself puff panicked breaths into Mr.Ryals' chest. Quinn's eyes closed, trying to calm himself with the darkness behind his lids. that had just happened. he gave a quivering exhale, hands tightening around Luka, inching him nearer. and still, that question clung to his tongue, not allowing itself to he cast aside. "w-why did...they stop." he murmured, his words hardly audible. Quinn knew that staying like this would make Luka kick into his motherly mode, so he decided to focus on something. instead of replaying the previous event, he noticed he could feel Luka's heart beating against his own chest. it was steady, strong, and easy to sense. with that, Luka's oddly peace-bringing smell of pine and faded cologne. on the night of the storm, Quinn had decided to identify that smell as "safety". Luka meant protection, someone he could count on and hold when needed.

Quinn's breathing finally slowed to its normal pace, and his shoulders loosened. they were fine now. he could feel the stinging on his ankle, gradually getting more intense as the adrenaline died down. man, he'd have a limp. dang. had Luka gotten out safe? maybe he got scratched, too. the other was fast, he was always a step ahead of miles. "are you okay? did they get you?" the words were strung with a vague shakiness, but displayed more worry than anything.

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((Thank you ;u; snk feels man. snk feels.))

-----As cheesy as it sounded, the embrace felt right to Luka, the tension in his muscles slowly ebbing away as Quinnely pulled himself closer. He was his Quinny Bear, and he didn’t give a damn who wanted the dork. As far as Luka was concerned, this boy was his, and he’d protect him; he’d claimed him. So with that thought in mind, a strong arm remained securely wrapped around the thin frame, his other free hand moving to fiddle with the whispy hair like he’d done so many times before (both recently and when they were children.) In this instant, everything felt perfect; however, the feeling was also bittersweet. Because at the end of the day, Quinn was still straight as an arrow, and eventually (maybe not anytime soon) he’d have to watch the other fall head over heels for some stupid chick. Meaning as much as he wanted to keep cuddling and comforting forever, like the bond was begging him to do, he’d have to learn to satisfy that irritatingly-wonderful, warm, fuzzy sensation that it stirred within him. Besides, Quinn would probably be getting uncomfortable with the awkwardly long hug.
-----After another minute and with much reluctance, the werewolf finally forced himself to pull away, simply taking a step back to re-scan over the boy for any injuries. Plus, he also had some questions to answer. Or casually blow off, depending on whether or not it would jeopardize their secret world. “The wolves weren’t trying to kill us. They simply wanted us off their land. Nothing more, nothing less.” Well... except for Amelia. She’d obviously wanted Quinn out of the way. And where better than deep in the forest where no one could hear him scream? “Wait. That mangy, scruffy, white mutt didn’t bite you or hurt you, did she? I mean I’m fine, but more importantly are you alright?” Even the idea of Amelia harming his best friend set off a low rumble deep in his throat. This was his childhood pal, a brother to him and now a love interest. They knew everything about each other (except for the bit of catching up they needed thanks to the move.) And Luka already hated the queen bee’s guts. He’d probably end up killing her if she ever crossed that line.
-----Taking matters into his own hands, momma bear shifted back into overprotective mode, gently taking Quinn’s arms, lifting them, throwing in a tickle or two to try and cheer the other up, and then circling his body once more to sniff for blood. Seemed like he’d gotten a nip on the heel, but he’d live. Pretty impressive really, making it out with only that one slight mark. So therefore, Lulu saw that as an opportunity to celebrate, tugging the other into another relieved bear hug and burying his face in the boy’s shoulder. (Whelp... Luka'd lasted what? Five minutes before crawling right back to Quinny and hugging him again?) “I’ll give ya this. You’re a fast runner. Ever think of trying out for track?” He asked curiously, words butchered and muffled by the soft fabric. The eighteen year old knew the boy was into art (or at least tolerated the class,) but he didn’t know if he was into any sports or what any of his new interests were. “Do you play anything? Basketball? Football? Run track? Swim? What have you been doing the past three years of highschool?.. I know you said nothin’ much, but come on man. I missed not only grades nine through eleven, but I missed six years of cuddles, birthdays, and Quinny Bear.” Luka murmured; however these inquiries were also butchered, coming out more like, “Dahya parh anthung? Barhbafl? Fahbaf?” etcetera, etcetera. But finally, Luka turned his head, piercing amber hues staring up at his pal and a small smile inching across his face. "We should go out for ice cream. I'll buy you your favorite, cookie dough. Then, we'll make delicious pizza and forget about this traumatizing experience. I mean first the kidnapping and now wolves? Poor Quinny Bear is wrecked, mentally scarred forever."