Resolutions

[Âłíșōñ]

I nod, agreeing with him that I haven't heard his story. I defenitally would like to though. After me telling him my life story, I think I deserve to hear his. I look at his face, but he's not looking at me so I decide to take a risk. I lift my arm slowly and gently, softer than a butterfly, touch his face--stroke his cheek. It's been too long. I needed to touch his handsome features. I just had to. I smile a little bit, for the second time in a few weeks, and a small chuckle comes from my chest. I'm surprised. It's been a while. And it's not forced or fake. It's real and soft. Like how it used to be. You should tell me about your werewolf hunter past now. I'd like to understand where you come from and how you became the amazing man you are today. I smile, and this time it's real. My teeth are showing and I actually look happy. It's a big change from the time I spent frowning. I like it. It's a good change.

[Eri]

He seemed to hesitate, not really sure what he should say and what he shouldn't. He was the hunter pups had nightmares about, and he wasn't sure Luschka would be able to bare to hear everything he'd ever done. There was more blood on his hands than most, and he didn't regret it at all. He slept soundly at night, so long as he had his defenses up against his enemies.

He glanced down when she stroked his cheek, the sensation bringing memories of their night together in his apartment. He wasn't sure she'd keep smiling like this if he told her his past.

"I'm not sure you will be able to understand it. We're not really from the same clothe..." he mumbled, shifting her slightly to release the ache on his side. "When I was a kid, maybe three, I killed my first werewolf. I think I told you this before. It was a pup, probably no older than I was. My parents told me it was a pet, but when it changed into a human I was told to kill it. I didn't really understand at the time, but I guess it was to make me used to killing."

This was normal for the Amos family, despite how cruel it might seem to others. "I had a mother and a father, but no siblings. I was put into training the moment I could walk. When I was ten, I was allowed to go on my first hunt. I was young, but already had five years of training on how to kill a werewolf." He grew quiet for a moment, "I was too young though, my uncle tells me. He'd argued to wait until I was thirteen, but my father was very proud of me. I was small, so my parents had me sneak in through a window on the upper floor of the house. They were waiting for us though, and I wasn't able to signal my parents to run."

He had so many scars, he didn't remember which ones were from the night his parents died. "I killed two of the werewolves, but a third one got me badly. I was thrown out the window and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, the werewolf was about to bite through my neck. My mother tackled it though, but lost her life in the fight. It tried to get me again, but my father had managed to get me on my feet again and had told me to run. He was killed protecting me as well."

He was speaking without any strain in his voice, yet there was a vacant look in his eye. He'd long accepted his parent's deaths, since it was just a part of being an Amos family hunter. "My uncle was the one to finally kill it, and then I was raised by him. He's a strict old fart, but he treated me well. He put me through the training my father wanted me to do."

[Âłíșōñ]

I listen to his story intently. It's quite interesting; nothing I would have ever guessed. Far from what I imagined. Yet now I understand. He was raised by his uncle and, according to Seth, he's an "old fart". I chuckle a little when he calls his uncle that. Though I immediately regret it, thinking he might think I'm laughing at his past. I decide to clear it up. Old fart, huh? I had seen the hesitation in his eyes at first, meaning he didn't really want me to know the rest. I don't understand why, as I can handle it, but I respect it. I understand he doesn't want to share that with me. Looking up at him, I can't help but touch his face again. I trace all of his features lightly and continue to smile. I still love him. That's why I was like this. Sick and unhealthy--because I still love him and I felt like I couldn't live without him. Y'know, you once promised me a jam session. I don't think that ever happened.

[/color] And you promised me you would try to tell me you love me. I don't think that ever happened, either. Oh how I would love to say that to him. But I can't. It's too soon. I don't want him to set me down and go running away from here. I sigh, stretch up so my lips can reach his cheek. I trail kisses down his neck, softly, slowly. I wonder how he's going react to this but it's been all too long.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Eri]

He glanced down when she laughed, but gave a smile when she explained the reason of it. "Yeah, I've always called him a geezer. He's my father's older brother, and tends to be old fashioned. It annoys him, but it helps loosen his tight ways." His uncle was the only other person he held close to him, and it tore at him slightly to think about turning against him.

"Maybe when you're not coughing up blood, we can have one at the bandstand." He reasoned, pausing for a second when he felt her lips butterfly against his neck. They were almost out of the mountain now, but it was very distracting. "Luschka, I don't think I'm going to be able to concentrate on walking if you do that..." he murmured, despite him not really wanting her to stop. He was always so level headed, his worry about her health was first in his priorities.

[Âłíșōñ]

I smile lovingly and chuckle when he tells me it's hard to concerntrate when I kiss his neck. The smile stays, playing with my features. I kiss him once more right at the hollow behind his ear and then decide to let him focus on getting me to the hospital. He'll feel more comfortable if I'm checked out and disgnosed. I smile, turning my attention back to when he said we could have a jam session at the Bandstand when I'm not coughing up blood. I would like that.... Tilting my head a little, I sigh and rest my head on his chest again. Listening to his heart beat, steady and strong, I close my eyes, content to stay this way forever. If only I could. But things happen. I have responsibilities. For me, my store, and my pack. But now, I think my number one responsibility is to not lose Seth again. To never let him go.

[Eri]

Seth gave a small nod, nearly stumbling as she kissed behind his ear, and was grateful to see she was somewhat satisfied enough to just rest on his chest.

They were now down the mountain, and Seth's car was parked near the parks entrance. If she had driven there as well, he'd just help her get it later when she was feeling better. He drove a black pick up, a simple rental that he had grabbed not long after arriving. "You're going to have to tell me about the werewolves in your pack..." he said as he opened a door with a hand and carefully put her down in the passenger seat. "I don't want to accidentally hurt someone close to you."

[Âłíșōñ]

I nod seriously when he tells me this. I'm glad he doesn't want to hurt anyone close to me. I'm quick to respond to him and tell him about all my friends and "family". Okay, well first, there's Eclipse. He's the big guy that was outside your door that day after....you know what I'm talking about. Anyway, he's our Alpha and in wolf form he is really big. Bigger than me, and I'm pretty big. He has grey and black fur--along with some silver and white--and his eyes are gold. Then, there's Charlotte. She's a very pretty girl in human form. She has long brown hair, and green eyes. She's quite tall as well. In her wolf form, she has black and grey fur with gold eyes. She's tall in her wolf form as well. Then, there's...no one else. I'm not really close to many people. I'm always busy. Out in the forest or--more recently--locked in my room. I haven't met most of the new members--let alone saw them. But also, there is a wolf in our pack that if you kill him, there's no doubt Eclipse will go looking for you and hunting you down. His name is Damian Holmes. He is quite tall, has very precisely colored features, and he is big and black in his wolf form...honestly, if I were you, I would avoid killing any black wolves as there are many in my pack. Also, there's a new Lead Warrior. Her name is Alison. She's never lost a fight--and trust me, she's been in many. She is a wolf with many shades of brown and her eyes change color--three actually, blue, black, and brown.

I know she has a really close friend too. Her name is Spencer Resnick. She's a normal-sized wolf that has brown fur and in it, there's a strange web-like pattern. Her eyes though--they're completely white from what I hear. Except she's not blind....she actually sees better because of it....anyway, our territory ranges from Eden Town to most of the Mountain Mist National Park. If you see a wolf within these lands, it's most likely one of ours...Bucharest on the other hand is a totally different story. Our rival pack, Validus, lives there. Our two packs have been fighting for ages. Bucharest is completely open for hunting.... I purse my lips, considering what I just said. I sure did put a lot of detail in there. Well, it's necessary. I don't want him killing someone and starting a huge war. That would be horrible.

[Eri]

He listened well, taking note of the features that were explained to him and memorizing the names. "Make sure they know who I am as well then, when you get the chance. I understand how packs work, so I'd rather avoid harming even those you do not know if I can. It's easier for them to recognize me anyways, I'm already fairly popular." the popular remark was a joke, and he reached forward to play with her long ponytail before closing the door. He moved around to the drivers side, starting the car before heading out of the park.

"I said it before, but this..." he motioned at the two of them, "us...it's not going to be easy. I just want you to know that. I'm going to try, I really am, to make this work and make you happy. It's just..." he sighed, resting his forearms against the steering wheel as he came to a stop light. "We'll figure it out as we go, I guess."

[Âłíșōñ]

I sit back in the seat of the car and relax as I listen to him speak. His voice flows through my head like a river--well more like a damn that just exploded and is flowing fast and free; it's very calming. I take in a deep breath and yawn a little. Wow, right now I actually feel like I can sleep. I turn my head toward Seth, open my eyes and smile a little. Yes, I guess that would be easier...I'm just afraid of how some of them will react. They might not heed my warning and actually go after you....

[/color] My voice trails off as my eyes close again. They flutter open though and I decide to reply to his last statement. I smile and nod. Yes, I've always been good at winging things and just figuring it out as I go....how do you think I've survived all these years? Right now, I really want to sleep but I don't want to waste my time with Seth. I can't let another minute go to waste....I force my eyes open and flare my nostrils. I must stay awake. My nose continues to flare, searching for a scent to possibly catch my interest so that I don't fall asleep, but to my dismay, there is none. I scrunch my nose and sigh.

I scratch behind my ear a little. Now that I just allowed myself to use my werewolf sences the wolf inside me is trying to claw its way to the surface, but I can't let it out right now. Not while I'm with Seth. I lean forward, clutching my head between both hands fighting the urge to phase. I growl a little in an effort to keep the wolf contained.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Eri]

Seth was about to answer when he noticed her doubled over in her seat. He pulled over onto the grass on the side of the road, worry obvious on his face as he put it into park and reached over. "Luschka, what's wrong?" Jesus, he was getting more panicked now that he was seeing her than he had been when he was separated.

The growl causes him to hesitate though, and he grits his teeth at himself. He felt so out of place, as if he was walking on pins and needles, and no matter which way he went there was just empty space. Although Luschka might be used to just figuring out things as he went, Seth liked to know what he was doing.

He liked being in control, but this was something he couldn't even if he wanted to.

[Âłíșōñ]

I barely realize he pulled over until I open my eyes which are now a glowing ice blue. My head shoots up and now that I've reconnected my two halves I feel healthier--stronger. I've been neglecting my internal wolf and that prevented me from healing with werewolf speed and percision. My dark circles are gone and my eyes aren't blood-shot. I look out the window, restless now. The trees are calling to me but I must stay with Seth. I look at Seth and frown. Would it be bad if I allowed myself to phase right now? I kind of need to...it will help me heal. I've been neglecting the fact I'm a werewolf so I grew sick because by doing that I was pretty much destroying my essence....

[/color] I explain thoroughly, holding onto the seat beneath me. My fingers are itching with the threat of claws being exposed. My frown deepens when I process what I just said. I am quick to add on, I'm so sorry. I don't think I can do this. I'm really sorry. I don't want to upset you. I don't want to put you in any uncomfortable situations. I don't want you to have to decide between me and your happiness. I....I still love you, Seth, but I could never ask you to chose me over your family or duty....and I know being with me would require you to do that....Do I make you happy....?[/color] Oh no. I'm rambling on again. Every time I do this when I'm with Seth is when we get into a fight. With all these new worries surfacing, my mind finally has something to focus on and my eyes dim. My fingers stop itching. Do I make you happy? I speak softly now, wondering if I do or not.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Eri]

He had seen werewolves shift before, and her movements and actions were not alien to him. He never thought he'd have a werewolf sitting in a car with him before, but currently he was more worried about Luschka than himself. She seemed like she was in pain, but at the same time she seemed better.

His brow furrowed, and he ran a hand through his unruly hair. "If you need to phase, phase. I know more about werewolves than you might think, Luschka." He'd been instructed about werewolves before Luschka had even been born. He almost felt like joking about not tearing up the seats, just to get her to calm down.

"If you didn't make me happy, Luschka, I wouldn't have carried you down a mountain." Her insecurities on how he felt about her was getting on his nerves. He wasn't good at saying things, and it was obvious that she seemed to need him to verbally confirm things. "I don't like seeing the girl I love in pain because of me..." he added, murmuring.

[Âłíșōñ]

I freeze at the last thing he said. What did he just say? That he loves me!? I blink once, processing this. Gawking at him, I swivel my body in my chair to face him. I never thought I would hear him say that. Every time I had said it he had artfully dodged saying that he felt the same way. He loves me. He actually loves me. He confirmed it. I can't believe this is happening. He loves me! A smile slowly creeps across my face and I can't help but lean into him, guiding his face to mine, and kissing him softly. An incredibly warm sensation spreads throughout my body and I continue to kiss him softly. It's been too long since we kissed. When our lips touch, I can't stop the happiness and relief that spreads throughout my body. It's like I was freezing and I just walked into a tropical area.

[Eri]

Seth hadn't quite realized what he said until it had already come out of his mouth. It had slipped between his lips, but it had been natural to say and wasn't forced. He glanced at her, seeing her frozen in place and wondered if he had been wrong to say it.

Those thoughts were dismissed though when she kissed him, and he was all to happy to return it. Her light caresses on the way down the mountain had been almost torturous, and she had been so weak. It wasn't a passionate kiss though, it was gentle and warm. Comforting in a sweet way that he found he rather liked.

[Âłíșōñ]

I enjoy this soft kiss for a while but then I feel a sudden need for something more. Without even realizing it, my kisses become longer, not short little pecks like before. I'm kind of glad we're in a pickup truck with no arm rests because with an armrest, this would be very uncomfortable. I sigh, moving closer to him, and lifting my other hand so that it was on his right shoulder. I can't help but throw one leg over his lap and straddle him. I'm acting completely out of control and it's kind of scaring me. I didn't know that being without his love for even a few weeks would cause this much build up and cause me to act like a crazy, experienced woman. When really, the only time I've ever been with someone like this was with Seth. I've never had a boyfriend. Maybe it's because a werewolf's natural instinct is to mate for life...? Who knows? All I know is that I love Seth and I'll never love anyone else. Carefully I slide my tongue past his teeth. I wonder what he thinks of my behavior...