Resolutions

[Âłíșōñ]

Luschka

I cough when he throws his sweaty long-sleeved shirt at me. I know he knows i have much better smell than he does, and that reaks. I quickly run away from the shirt with a grin of my own on my wolfy face. Sounds fun. And honestly, I've never met a vegetarian werewolf...it's probably not too common considering how most werewolves let their wolf instincts completely take over when they're a wolf.

[/i][/color] I tease and get up, walking over to him and nudging his hand with my large head, signaling I want to be pet. I usually don't like being treated like a dog, but I like the feeling of his hands running through my fur. It feels nice...like he's touching my bones instead of my fur...like his hands are melting into me...[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Eri]

"I've gained a pet and girlfriend at the same time, it almost seems." he joked as he stroked at her head. It was unusual for him to be able to pet a dog, let alone a werewolf. It was almost as if normal dogs knew what he was as well. Dogs often growled at him, though other animals didn't seem to mind him. Cats strangely enough liked him, but he never had time growing up to bother taking in a pet.

He stopped petting her to go grab his now dirt sullied shirt, shaking it a bit to get rid of some of the leaves before turning to Luschka. "I threw your clothes into the back of the truck. Want me to grab them or am I petting you more?"

[Âłíșōñ]

Luschka

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I chuckle and nudge him with my snout, signaling for him to go get my clothes. I smile to myself and, though I want to go with him to the truck, I know I can't. I can't risk exposure. It's too dangerous. I shake out my flawless white pelt and take a deep breath, relaxing. It's quite strange how someone's life can change so drastically in just a small amount of time. As I get to thinking, I realize that anything can reay happen anywhere, anytime. I mean, if we werewolves exist, imagine what else could exist around the entire world or universe even. My kind has been saying vampires and everything else are fake, but then again, this whole time, humans have been saying the same thing about us. Imagine if werewolves aren't the only other beings on this planet. We would have another species to relate to. To become friends or even enemies with. The possibilities of this world are endless. But, then again, werewolves and humans are probably the only ones.

[Eri]

"Alright, I'm going I'm going." he ruffled her ears before beginning to jog back to his truck. It was a good little cool down, and his muscles burned from the after workout buzz. He liked to exercise. For someone who enjoyed physical activity, it was good for him to release all the pent up energy. His life had more stress in it than he liked to admit, but going for runs or practicing his fighting was a way for him to relax. The motions were natural to him.

He returned quickly with the bag, opening the strings and pulling out her clothes. "Does changing hurt? When you think about it, your entire bone structure is reshaping. Or do you just get used to it over time...?" personal accounts and opinions of werewolves Seth didn't have. He knew behaviors, but had never been able to take the time to ask questions hunters didn't care about.

[Âłíșōñ]

Luschka

As soon as he returns I shift back to my human form and get dressed. As I dress, I ponder this question. I've heard it hurts, but it never has for me. I gaze up, thinking of how to answer. I run my slender and fragile-looking fingers through my hair. It's different for every werewolf. I have heard it doesn't hurt ever for born wolves, but it hurts for bitten ones until after a while they get used to it. It's never hurt even the slightest for me, so I assume it could be true, but honestly, I wouldn't be able to tell you about a bitten one. I've never asked. Maybe you'll just have to ask one yourself.

[/color] I give him a matter-of-fact look and laugh, running my fingers through my hair again.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Eri]

The reminder that he would have to learn to deal with werewolves other than Luschka was a harsh reminder of the decision he made. He bit at his lower lip, sighing a little. "I don't think other werewolves will be willing to talk to be, Luschka." Luschka might have been the one to talk to him at that park, but he knew others wouldn't.

It wouldn't be a surprise to him if he had even killed some of her packs family members. Seth Amos was a name that carried a lot of weight, and many would rip out his throat given the opportunity. "I won't kill anymore but...if someone attacks me I'm not going to just sit still."

[Âłíșōñ]

Luschka

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I laugh and tap his cheek twice with my hand. I know. I cock my head as he tells me he won't kill anymore but that if he's attacked he will fight back. I understand. I really do. I would never kill a hunter, but if he or she comes after me, I have to do what I have to do to live. Anyway, how would you like to meet some more of my friends?! I was hesitant when I first met you since all my friends are werewolves like me, but now that you know, I figure why not?

[/color] I smile widely and chuckle.[/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Eri]

He watched her carefully, not able to hide the unease he felt about meeting her werewolf friends. Luschka has been the first werewolf to approach him and not try to kill him, so it shouldn't be surprising that he felt out of his comfort zone. Still, Luschka seemed to excited to have him meet her friends and he couldn't just say no.

"I can meet your friends, sure." he traced a few of the scars on his arm out of nervous habit. "Just don't expect me to return the favor." Seth didn't really have any friends, so to speak. He had people that he worked with at times, but it wasn't like he called them or even sent Christmas cards. Only his uncle kept in touch with him...and Seth was still trying to figure out how to disarm that ticking time bomb.