ＷＩＴＨＯＵＴ ＰＲＯＴＥＣＴＩＯＮ (ｗｅｒｅｗｏｌｆ ｘ ｈｕｍａｎ)

[mishka.]

ＡＮＤＲＥＷ | ＬＵＰＩＴＡ | ＫＡＳＴＮＥＲ ↴
xxxxxxThe Heartbroken Risk-taker
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Gender Girl | Age 18 | Relationship Status Single | Protector Tyler Creed | Place Woods | Tagged Tyler Creed

Drew felt a little more at ease when the wolf backed up a few paces when she pulled the blade and ever more so when it whined as if maybe it were a bit afraid. She was glad to see she had a little bit of power in the outcome of the situation, but wasn't exactly sure she liked the way she held it. She began to second guess herself. Maybe the wolf isn't afraid and maybe he's waiting for a better way to attack. Maybe he thought the knife was something else and once he figured out that it wasn't something too harmful, he'd attack. Maybe he was giving her a chance and if she didn't take it, he'd kill her. Or maybe he really wasn't a threat, he didn't want to attack.
The last thought stuck in her mind and held a firm grip. But Drew wouldn't let it stay forever. She didn't want to believe it was true. To her, there was nothing good left in the world and no good thoughts left in her mind. She felt as though everything were a threat and there was nothing one could trust. All she had left in her was turned morbid and dark. In her theory, she thought that once a child grew up and opened its eyes to lose its innocence, they'd find reality. But then again Drew herself was still a child and all her thoughts were dark and cold like she had nothing good left to think about.
She was brought out of her mind to see the white wolf again, but she noticed something different about his golden optics, something that was all too familiar to her. They were distant as though watching a bad memory fold out. She thought about taking her chance then, while he wouldn't know what hit him. But she couldn't move, something was holding her back. Something in the wolf's optics that showed a soul. Perhaps this beautiful creature was more than just that. Of course, right when she realized this, he began to shift.
The boy that stood over her had the same soft golden optics as the white wolf that once stood before her. There were other similar traits such as his structure, but she didn't dwell on it. Drew didn't take pleasure in being the weakling on the ground, making for an easy target so she attempted to get to her feet. She managed, but winced once or twice as she had applied pressure to her right ankle. But because she didn't like to appear weak so she applied some of her weight to it so he didn't look like she was favoring her injury.
The girl held the pocket knife out in front of her, her hands slightly shaking. When the boy began to speak in his calm tone, she wanted to scream. Not in the way that she was afraid, but frustrated. For a split second, she looked at the boy and didn't see him, but another. This one was maybe two years younger, had shorter hair, wore a and unbuttoned red plaid shirt a pair of worn out jeans. They were at the end of the woods and it was much darker in the day. Her pocket knife in her shaky fingers was now a gun. The boy's optics were green like sparkling emeralds and his skin tone a few shades lighter. He began to speak the same words.
This time, Drew couldn't hold back. She let out a shriek of pain and dropped the gun which returned to its original form of her pocket knife, the trees returning to cover the scene around her and the boy with golden optics in front of her. She clamped her hazel optics shut afraid of the reoccurring dream. When she did this, she stumbled and placed too much weight on her ankle and collapsed to the ground.
She didn't look up, she couldn't. She had just shown three of her great weaknesses and didn't want to look into the eyes of the one who now had power over her. She didn't catch his last words however, but if she had she probably wouldn't believe him. Perhaps she had heard them however, because they began to ring in her ears coming out from her memories.

[E.urka]

- Tyler Creed - 19 Years Old - Werewolf - With Andrew -

Tyler watched the girl from several feet away, he knew her name- Andrew. He had been searching for her for a while now, this was her assigned girl to protect. Of course, the only thing he knew was her name, her age and that she had to be protected- Nothing about her story, that was left for them to tell their wolves when they feel ready. He took out his balled shirt from his pocket and slipped it on over his bare chest, it was a clean basic white tee but now with a bunch of wrinkles from being balled up for so long. He made very slow movements towards her, trying not to scare her even more. He felt terrible for her, he just wanted to help.
Tyler moved a good five or six feet close to her and sat down with his legs crossed on the cold frosted floor of the woods. She was laying there with her face covered, but he dare not lay a finger on her. He just sat there, twiddling his thumbs watching her, letting her come to senses when she feels comfortable enough to do so- Tyler was a man of patience, he could wait on things for hours without getting fed up or getting antsy. He hummed softy, a wolf song that she had probably heard before by the look of her running wolf necklace. and glanced around at the dead trees around him, their leaves all gone from the cold weather, a small bit of ice glazed the thin branches and then returned his gaze back to the scared girl who seemed traumatized by something- he wasn't sure if it was him, or something else.

"Please trust me" He asked her, his tone staying low and calm. He knew that was an almost impossible favour right now, but he was mainly just trying to get her to at least look at him.
"I swear I am not going to hurt you, actually. No one is" he told her reassuring before he glanced away again, is gaze focused on the river a dozen feet or so away were he recently crossed. He could hear the rushing of the water, the woodpeckers knocking at the cold oak of the trees and the swaying of the last few leaves that remained on the tree tops.

[mishka.]

ＡＮＤＲＥＷ | ＬＵＰＩＴＡ | ＫＡＳＴＮＥＲ ↴
xxxxxxThe Heartbroken Risk-taker
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Gender Girl | Age 18 | Relationship Status Single | Protector Tyler Creed | Place Woods | Tagged Tyler Creed

Drew had her back turned and was in a position between laying down and sitting on the ground. She couldn't see the boy's face, but didn't want to be completely open for a target incase something went wrong, so she watched his feet. She watched them come closer to her, but remain a foot or two away when they stopped. She watched as his feet folded under him and off to the sides as his legs took their place. He was now sitting cross legged. She tensed a little, but turned her face back to the ground. She didn't entirely believe this human would hurt her, but she was nowhere near being able to trust him.
She froze when she heard the boy beginning to hum a song. It was extremely familiar to her ears. It was a song her brother sang to her quite often. She nearly turned on him, about to pull her blade again, but for one and she was stopped when he spoke again, his calming voice quiet and soft and kind.
She listened to his words and squeezed her optics shut. She wanted to believe him, but couldn't. Or maybe it was the other way around. Drew didn't know which way it was. She placed her right hand on her chest, finding her necklace and clasping her fingers around it. She was confused at what to do next, but sat up the rest of the way and turned to face the boy.
"Can you promise that?" she challenged him, trying to get something out of him, but wasn't sure what that was.

[E.urka]

- Tyler Creed - 19 Years Old - Werewolf - With Andrew -

His head turned back to her when he finally heard her speak. Her voice was soft, but fear lingered on her words as she spoke. He could see it in her eyes, here it in her voice, being a wolf- he could smell her fear. He nodded once, placing his hands in his lap still this time.
"Yes, I can promise you that" he told her without a hitch. It was the truth, he had finally found her, he was not going to let anyone come near her anymore. Anyone who did would be killed on the spot.
"That's why I'm here." he added to his previous sentence. "I understand that you are troubled, and that higher authorities are looking for you, or have been." He pressed his lips together and glanced back up at the trees as a crow lurched from the branch and into the grey sky, clearly more snow was on it's way. He looked back down at her again, this time she was sitting up, looking at him sideways, but no trust were in her eyes- He understood, of course. Who would trust an oversized wolf who just turned into a boy- But she soon would once she realizes, well at least he hoped.
He continued on with his words, saying them slowly trying not to put her into any more shock than she already has been through.
"Anyone, anyone at all who comes looking for you has to go through me first.." he made a very slight sideways grin, his teeth pearly white, his two upper side teeth were pointed, as his canines would be in his wolf form- "And as you already saw, I am one-up with anyone mortal."
He un folded his hands and laid them on his knees, glancing down at her injury. He stood up and walked over to the cold stream, cracking off a thick piece of clean and clear ice from the corner. He slipped off his tee shirt and wrapped the ice up in It and sat back down next to her, this time just a little closer. He reached out his arm, handing her the ice wrapped up in the soft cloth.
"Here.. for the swelling" he was referring to her ankle which had clear injury to it. He gave her a small reassuring smile. "There are three more like me.. wolves.. And three more like you. We have a mission to protect you all, well until you are not being looked for anymore in public. There is no time limit and it is completely safe, as long as you stick close" He fell quite then in case she had any questions or concerns. He watched her silver necklace dangle from her neck, he could get a better look at it now that he was closer. A stunning silver wolf on a thin but sturdy chain, the wolf had many details included. It was beautiful, ironic.
From being close, he had a few details that she could see too. His small tattoo was placed in the center of his wrist, a small black paw print with some tribal markings inside, His bare chest had some scratches and scars and even some teeth marks from being in fights with others wolves, and humans back in his "normal days." He had a small scar just under his ear that ran to his jawline, his golden pupils were lined around with a shade of black, making them stand out a little more upclose.
"I'm Tyler by the way."

[Tate.]

ＥＬＩＺＡＢＥＴＨ
ＷＩＬＤＥ
| 18 years old | female | Species - Human | tags;; |
" ｇｉｖｅ ｙｏｕｒ ｉｍｍｏｒｔａｌｉｔｙ ｔｏ ｍｅ; ｉ'ｌｌ ｓｅｔ ｙｏｕ ｕｐ ａｇａｉｎｓｔ ｔｈｅ ｓｔａｒｓ "
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Annoyance was stinging at Elizabeth's skin like some kind of contagion, getting worse every second as she wandered. She felt useless in the area, all she wanted was a decent place to reside for a night or two, but it was all but impossible to her, she simply couldn't figure herself out, while she had a great memory with places she had been she could never really get herself together enough to collect enough knowledge of a basic city layout to let herself find her way. The brunette let out a soft, barely audible growl as she was violently shoved to the side as a man raced by her, almost making her fall over. She caught her balance quickly, glaring daggers at the back of the man's head as he disappeared, feeling a familiar urge surging in her veins. While Ellie wasn't a kind girl once someone got to know her, she often found the urge to mess with people. It was perhaps her favorite pastime, it explained her gambling addiction, she liked to read people. mess with them, scare them.

The feeling she got from seeing shock on the face of someone who had lost to a petite little girl like herself was priceless, it was almost an addicting feeling, and she was starting to grow impatient with all the running she was doing. Despite knowing better Ellie wanted to get herself in more trouble, running was no fun, but it was amusing to see how many people she could have ticked off at her at once, it was like a big game really. And the only way she could lose was to get killed.

Elizabeth Wilde is not what you would call an observant girl when it comes to the suspicious aspects of life. While she could easily tell you your life story and how much cash you have on your body, she has been oblivious to the supernatural world. While the idea had always lingered in the back of her mind, and she had been around a good many believers of the supernatural world, Ellie herself has often believed to think such silly things as werewolves, or vampires, or any of those, was a thing of childhood fantasy. The world would be a chaotic place with them in it, she often realized, there was no way humans could ever coexist with such creatures, humans were too selfish to share a planet with a stronger being.

Given these beliefs, Elizabeth neglected to see light in the category of the things that go bump in the night. While excepting of many things she was in rather large denial of anything that could come from a children's book. Hell, in all honesty she was quite in the dark about the entire ordeal she had been forced into. The girl was at risk to even have a guardian, she had a bounty on her head that could make a poor man rich and his son's son a wealthy man. Elizabeth, on top of all these things, did not think, or accept, that she did need protection. Every night seemed worse, she hardly slept, always on edge about the next person ready to slit her throat. She was actually on the most wanted list in a few smaller cities north or San Diego, and many bounty hunters knew her well.

Surprising enough, Ellie had little blood on her hands. She had killed only one or two people. She had wounded many, a few stitches, a bullet in an arm or a broken bone or two, but Elizabeth had a thing about trying not to kill. She was already in enough trouble. However, her annoyance, which was past her containment at this point, was starting to make her want to put a bullet in one of these people's brains. She just wanted directions. Her heart almost leapt out of her chest a moment as he brushed against a man, who glared at her, his large german shepard, on it's leash by his side, growling at her, making fear prickle at her skin as she quickly retreated.

Finding herself subsiding the little pride she had left Ellie approached a few individuals, asking for directions to a hotel or something, but was often pushed aside with rude, vulgar language and insults she hadn't yet shown to deserve from such strangers. Her eyes skimmed the crowd quickly, stepping aside to get out of the worst of the crowds moving like the tide of the ocean. She looked around, changing her demeanour, biting at her bottom lip and looking around innocently. Letting her gaze rest on a not unattractive, but rather posh looking boy, she approached him with a false look of wonder, her big brown eyes looking at him almost adoringly, mixed with true confusion and loss.

""U-Um..." Ellie mumbled softly, before clearing her throat, making sure she had his attention. "I'm sorry to bother you, but, I'm sort of new and I was wondering if you can point me in the direction of motel, or a directory or... or something? I'm awfully lost." She let out a cute, airly little laugh, rubbing the back of her neck and looking the man in the eyes. He was the least hunter-looking guy she could find. She had made a point to avoid anyone who looked like they were carrying a weapon or in any way looked rugged. No, this one, the one she was standing so clueless before, was clean in appearance as he was aura. Though something lingered in the mists of it that made Ellie feel uneasy.

[mishka.]

ＡＮＤＲＥＷ | ＬＵＰＩＴＡ | ＫＡＳＴＮＥＲ ↴
xxxxxxThe Heartbroken Risk-taker
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Gender Girl | Age 18 | Relationship Status Single | Protector Tyler Creed | Place Woods | Tagged Tyler Creed

Andrew scoffed at his answer. Obviously he didn't understand how deep in blood she was. Or at least she thought. Bit the more she listened to his words, she became more and more confused. At first he sounded like a stalker. Had he been following her? Then he began to sound a little full of it. She had to keep herself from rolling her optics. After that, he just sounded utterly insane. But still she attempted to follow along with his words so she could propose follow up questions. She was still a little unnerved about how it all sounded.
She flinched as the boy stood, not knowing what he planned to do next. Her optics watched him cautiously as he moved toward the creek, took of his shirt and wrapped something in it after standing up again. He made his way back to her and sat on the ground closer than before. She silently moved back an inch or two. When he handed his wrapped shirt to her, saying it was for her ankle, she eyed it, but hesitantly reached out to accept it. She pulled her hand back quickly and placed it on her injured ankle, clenching her teeth so she wouldn't wince visibly.
She remained silent as he continued his insane story, attempting not to make a side comment in her head. Mage didn't look him in the eyes as he spoke, not sure of what she'd find. Instead she began to look at the small details about him she hadn't noticed before.
For one, his hair was a dark brown rather than a black pigment. She caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his wrist and noticed scars all around him. There was one stretching from under his ear to his jaw. As he finished speaking, she found herself looking back into his golden optics. She noticed a few more strange things about them, but tried not to stare. They were an unusual shade as it was and trying to find other strange things about them. Before he spoke again, she followed his gaze and realized he had noticed the necklace around her neck. A bit defensively, she grabbed it and tucked it under her sweater, somehow causing her hood to fall off.
When he spoke again, he gave his name. Tyler. It sort of fit him, but she couldn't explain how. She'd give him her name, but she figured he already knew. She had other means for words anyway.
"How do you know that song?" she asked the one question that had been bugging her for the last few minutes. So many other questions swarmed around her, but that was the one question that bugged her the most out of the billions she had.

[compulsive]

ｊｅｒｏｍｅ ｐｉｅｒｃｅ
ｒｉｃｈ ｂｏｙ
age;; eighteen
relationship;; none
tagged;; elizabeth
other;;

Jerome's annoyance with pushing through this crowd to follow this was still present, but watching Elizabeth shooting death glare's at a man who bumped into her was quite amusing to him. It was also a bit relieving to find that the man was just a stranger in a rush and not a threat to the girl like he had initially thought. He was ready to jump forward at any moment to make sure this girl was safe. As long as he kept her safe, he ensured that he, himself, would be safe.
Having to follow around this girl and watch over her was painful. Keeping her safe was easy, that he could do, but having to deal with everything that came with it was what bothered him. Not only did he have to deal with all these repulsive low life human beings, Jerome had to put this girl before him and what he wanted and he never puts anything before himself, but the more he thought about the easier it was. In a way, protecting her was protecting himself from the gruesome and extensive torture and death he would face otherwise. The young man know the others would have no mercy and would do all that they could to make sure that he suffered. Besides, Jerome liked being alive. Though he was a werewolf, he still had only eighteen years in this life and that wasn't nearly enough. The thought of just running from his punishment occurred to him, but as he watched Elizabeth, it became evident to him that a life of running was not something he wanted. He wouldn't actually be living if he was on the run for the rest of his life.
Jerome knew this girl had a temper and that she could do some damage. If he just thought about this as more of a game, it made it feel more exciting. It gave him the opportunity to do some things he would normally be scared to do out, out of fear the consequences. If he was in his right mind at the time of his crime, he would have never done what he had done. The thought of killing wasn't a stranger to Jerome, but neither was the fear of the werewolves above him. This girl needed protection, though, from people who wanted to kill her. Surely, there would have to be bloodshed to protect her.
The young man stopped in his tracks, ignoring the people complaining about him being in the way and shoving past him. It wasn't worth his energy to deal with them. He was focused on Elizabeth as approached multiple strangers for help, getting rejected each time. A smile spread on his face when she came to him. Jerome had been one step behind her for days, following her from city to city, yet here she was acknowledging him for the first time.
"I can't say that I know where one is." Jerome said, giving her a sympathetic look. Of course, he didn't really feel any sympathy for this girl, but he wanted to come as kind. He wanted her to eliminate the idea of him possibly being a threat. It wasn't hard for him to notice that she was still suspicious about him and he wanted to get rid of that."But," The young man smiled. "I'm actually in the search for one myself. I just arrived here today and I think I'm going to stay for a couple of days. Maybe we could help each other find the nearest one?"

[Tate.]

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ＴＲＥＮＣＨ
| 19 years old | male | Species - Werewolf | tags;; Evelyn|
"ｗｅ ａｒｅ ｊｕｓｔ ｃｒｅａｔｕｒｅｓ, ｗｈｏ ｗｅｒｅ ｂｏｒｎ ｔｏ ｃａｒｒｙ ｏｎ."
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He had to take back everything he had thought before. Everything about how dull, painful, and boring this was going to be. No, no, no. This. Oh, this was going to be fun. Jagger had finally dug up some dirt on the pretty little blonde. Found out very little from the police station... it really shouldn't be so easy for a man as suspicious and rather daring looking as Jagger to waltz into a full blown police station and shift thought a few files so unnoticed, stupid city police were clueless... Yet, the wolf had found some people who had known her, or heard of her, and pointed him in the right direction of when she had been last seen. Her old house, someone had told him. Jagger hardly cared where it was, he just wanted to get his over with. He needed to explain the situation, what he was, where they were now going to live, how things were going to work out, the whole thing sounded like such an ordeal it was painfully off putting.

Arriving at the quaint little home Jagger rolled his eyes. It was pitiful, really, but he had no room to talk. Before the mansion-like house he was now going to be residing in he had quiet literally lived on the streets. Jagger made a good sum of money in street fighting, but he was careless, money burned a hole in his pocket the second he put it there. He was careless, and honestly he wasn't sure he even found enough cash left to feed himself. But, now that wasn't a problem. He just had to babysit and he had a roof over his head and people to steal food off of. Now, he might come off a little lazy, actually he had the mentality of a sloth, but what Jagger did was an art. He could lie and deceive, and was only convicted of six murders, when he had most definitely killed many more than that. He was relentlessly good at whatever he did, and this was no exception, however, the twist was, Jagger was going to be forced to deal with this girl, he was going to have to socialize and couldn't really consistently lie to make her stay.

There was a motorbike in the parking space when Jagger sauntered up to the house. It was a rather okay model, but the bike Jagger had was better, but everything Jagger had he thought was better. Nothing a human had or could have could ever be good enough. Jagger's sensitive ears caught the sound of the girl's feet hitting the ground, only just getting over the fense to get inside. Jagger let out an exasperated sigh. He was already bored, tapping his foot a little impatiently as he crossed his arms, standing beside the bike. He only remained for a second, however, when her heard talking inside. He felt smart for not just barging into the house now, he hadn't completely anticipated another human in the household, but now was no big deal, he could just wait for the little blonde arsonist to come on out. Jagger wandered closer to the home, he could with ease hear them inside. Most would worry that someone would call the cops if they simply stood outside of a house, but Jagger wasn't too concerned. He wasn't that much of a threatening looking individual, and this was the city, there were bigger things to worry about than your neighbors.

The conversation between daughter and father was something that made Jagger snicker. He often laughed at any family ordeals, positive or not, given he had never had the experience. Instead of jealousy for people having lives, family, Jagger found it humorous. Sane people may feel bad for the girl, but Jagger didn't. He was draw like hooks in his head to his father's memory by little of his choice. He shuddered. Every time he thought of his father he thought about darkness, about broken glass, about his brother and himself being thrown in the pantry as not to disturb their parents, he thought of yelling and his brother's death and his mother and- Jagger shook his head. He rather liked the believe he had no childhood, liked to bury memories deeper in his mind than he thought possible, but they arise once in a while to his dismay.

Jagger's mind instead wandered a little, trying to put the name of the girl's brother to use. Johnathan. Brother. He was supposedly smart and such, funny how he was related to such a girl as Evelyn. But he wasn't a part of this equation really, nothing to do with the fire. Jagger smiled a little moving back to the bike as the girl got into a row with her father over the money he apparently owed her, well, not really a row, but the tone in the girl's voice made even Jagger want to snap at her. He lingered near her bike and laughed to himself, still able to hear the girl's struggle. Oh, cute little human, they try so hard to do things, but she was upset and kicking a door at the moment. Not too eventful to be honest. But Jagger had a twinge of like towards the girl. She had a good attitude, it was reassuring. Jagger was looking forward to someone who might have a matching hatred for the world.

Placing himself sidelong on the bike, more leaning that actually on it, with is legs crossed Jagger hummed to himself as the girl found herself on the ground, Jagger rolled his eyes, only a fence, it wasn't too hard to climb, he was disappointed by her efforts. Jagger looked carelessly at his nails as he waited for the girl to pick herself up, he couldn't see her until she came 'round the building, her footsteps loud and making her position obvious Jagger looked up just as she came into view.

"Hello, doll." Jagger purred, his voice lulling in a calm manner that was known to send shivers down peoples spines, it was the tone some might describe as the serial killer's in a movie, before he plunges a knife into the character's chest. His white hair was catching the light in a way that made it almost radiant, his lip peircing shining a bright gold against the sunshine, gold, of course, silver was far too painful to wear for a wolf. His eyes locked on the girl's, bright, almost neon green meeting her gray-blue gaze, challenge lacing every part of his demeanour. Even though he was slouching, leaning against the bike that was most definitely not his, he still appeared tall, alway carrying the aura of violence, of challenge, and the hint of a murderous intention.

"You're not as much a hot head as I would expect from an arsonist, you know. You were rather calm with your father. Though, I suppose that should be expected." Jagger shrugged, not moving from his position. "I like your bike..." He stated, his mind wandering many places at once he never really kept topic long. "I have one too, it's nicer than this though, probably faster too, maybe one of these days you can come over and have a ride, I promise darling, it's one hell of a ride." He chuckled low under his breath, winking at her before yawning a little, looking at his watch. He wasn't exactly sure how to tell a girl he was a wolf, sent to protect her, and she was going to be moving in and residing in a mansion. So, he thought being a pompous jerk was just as good.

[E.urka]

- Tyler Creed - 19 Years old - Werewolf - tags; Andrew -

Tyler pulled his gaze away fast as she snapped her necklace out of his view. He looked down at her ankle as she iced It and slowly brang his eyes back up to meet hers, taking in a deep breath. "My mom was native, one hundred percent pure" he flinched slightly talking about his mom, who was killed in a tragic car accident when Tyler was just a child. "Wolves play a huge part in the native tradition, they are looked up on as good luck, good sprits, noble.. lots of things. She used to sing all these wolf songs to me in her language when I was a child, it was suppose to bring good luck, good health.. y'know" He trailed off a little, brining his gaze to a small chipmunk who scurried up the same bank that Andrew had fallen from earlier. "I'm not pure native, I never knew this would happen to me. sometimes it takes over 100 years of bloodlines to pick up the wolf trait.. Maybe my mom knew it was going to happen.. Maybe I just got unlucky." He shrugged slightly there was a little bit of pain in his eyes, Looking back at her. "Why, do you like the wolf songs?" He asked her, tilting his chin a little in curiosity.
A few soft snowflakes started to fall over the two sitting on the ground, just floating gently, but melting on Tyler's skin as soon as they hit, His natural wolf temperature ran at 210F, he flicked the water droplets off his forehead and shoulder blades and leaned back on his hands, keeping quite to let her take in everything he had told her.
"I know I sound crazy, but everything I said is the truth. But you are the one in charge, you are the one who chooses if you want to be protected, or go your own way"
He sat there in silence for several minutes, glancing over at her a few times. She seemed so small, fragile. But deep down inside he could feel that she was not all that sweet and innocent as she seemed. He slowly laid back, still sitting quite a few feet away from her, and begin to hum a new wolf tune, "Chant du loup" He then stopped and looked back at her. What is your entire name? was only told the first, and that's all. He could tell by the look on her face that she thought he was stalking. He redeemed himself quickly. "I haven't been stalking. Just waiting" He lied back down closing his eyes, letting the snow fall on his face.

[exixst]

Since women's clothing tended to have the smallest of pockets, Evelyn had no trouble fishing the key for the bike out. But when she looked up, there was someone there. Someone that wasn't supposed to be there. With brilliant white hair and green eyes as sharp as knives, she knew right from the start that she didn't know the guy who was leaning against her bike. He wasn't one of those people who would just slip from her mind. So, then, in that case, what was he doing here? It's not like they knew each other... Though, at his greeting, her brows moved up a skeptical notch. Doll? Was he being serious? Had his tone of voice been a little less, well, chilling, she might have snapped back with some kind of harsh reply. But, frankly, she wasn't quite sure how to reply to that. Just guessing, she figured there was either a gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans, out of her sight, or he had a knife in his pocket. And what did she have? A key. If he did make a lunge with a weapon, her best bet would be to just hop her happy butt right back over that fence. But, of course, Evie wouldn't do that. Oh, no, she'd do anything but run. Most likely something stupid and unplanned, but if it meant saving a sliver of her pride, she'd do it.

"Who the hell are you?" Evelyn asked after a moment, letting her eyes glide over him from head to toe briefly. His stance wasn't really all that threatening, so she wasn't quite sure what his purpose was. It's not like he was very welcoming, though. Not someone she'd really care to be around if she was looking to stay alive for a couple more weeks. She would be willing to bet he had dried blood clinging to the edges of his fingernails. Yes, she was being quite judgmental just based off of a quick glance at him, but something about him just seemed... off. Not 'off' as in he was that bad boy in school that drove the girls wild with a glance. No, 'off' as in she might not be the only criminal in this little conversation.

A certain chill fell onto the base of her spine when he spoke once more. At first she looked surprised, but then she changed that surprise into a glare, which she sent in his direction. "Who are you?" Evelyn asked again, this time much slower and quieter, suddenly very cautious. But she didn't want a name this time. No, no, she wanted a purpose. His business here. He knew about that? How? He wasn't supposed to. Nobody was supposed to. But if he knew about that little incident, then he certainly knew at least her name, and now appearance, and also a location she could be found. That was not good. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean, that "should be expected" crap?!" She snapped. His nonchalant shrug did nothing but add to her irritation, and his cocky, challenging gaze had already done that before. She said the word 'hell' a lot when angry or pissed off. Or, rather, she said the word 'hell' a lot in general, but especially when angry or pissed off. "Were you eavesdropping? Creep."

The stranger started to carry the conversation onto the bike which he was leaned up against, making it impossible for her to reach it without nearing him. To be honest, she didn't have an interest in being this close to him, and there was still a couple paces of distance between them. He was an unnerving and unsettling guy, though she'd never admit to it out loud. But he was blocking her from the quickest form of escape she could manage. His stride was guaranteed to be longer than her own, which meant if she even tried to bolt for some reason, he'd have an easier time catching up to her than she would have trying to evade. Even though she didn't really have much of a reason to feel the need to run, she wouldn't mind putting some miles of space between herself and him. "I don't even know you," she pointed out, "and I don't really want to, honestly. So, uh, how about no?" His bike was probably rigged with explosives, knives, and Anthrax, and that was not something she would be surprised to hear. He seemed like that kind of person. And the way he'd said it... She didn't like him. Nope, not one bit. Every part of him screamed 'not okay', and even she knew better than the ignore that message.

Evie really just wanted to leave now. To go back to her apartment, nap, and avoid contact with anybody for three weeks. But he was closer to her method of transportation than she was. And, for all she knew, he'd rigged hers, too. Maybe she'd turn it on, and it'd burst into flames. Wouldn't that just be karma in its raw form? Perhaps she could just walk away. That might work. That way, she'd be avoiding him, and, at the same time, not running. But if she left her bike, then she'd have to walk everywhere she went, or spend money on the bus. Fantastic. She really wanted her bike. If she ever had to start walking around, the least she could do was sell the thing for some cash. By leaving it here, he could just wheel it off, and she'd have lost the opportunity to pocket a couple extra hundred.

"Okay, listen; whatever you're here for, forget about it. Just get out of here." Forging together her confidence, she strode to her bike, though purposely positioned herself on the other side of it so that it was between them. "So, if you'd please..." Using a hand, she made a 'shoo' motion by fanning her hand away from herself, dropping the obvious hint that it was time for him to leave. While she really did want to know why he was here in the first place, and how he'd figured out all of the information she knew, she didn't need to know. What she needed to do was, probably, leave. Get out of this place. Change her name, dye her hair, find a few ride. Avoid any interaction with people for as long as possible. Because if this guy knew about all of that, then someone else did. Someone who probably had more status than either of them did. Unless he was the one who had figured it out, but that was something she really didn't want to think about. Though, she could see him as the stalker-ish type, other than the hair. Had he actually have been following her for some time, she probably would have noticed him at least once. But she couldn't remember a single moment where she thought that she'd caught sight of a head of hair as white as his. So then, in that case, how did he figure it out? It would probably claw at her stomach every night after this, but she could live with that. Her first priority was to avoid whoever seemed to know about her little crime.