Tree Bark? What kind of Color is that? {Amarant}

[xtwinxtragidyx]

Connor Matthews, The Wolf, He was something of a legend in the pen; he fought like a wolf and lived like one too… or at least he had at one point in his life. Now, well now he mostly lived like a man who’s seen hard times… always looking over his shoulder, always with his back to the corner. Connor finally had a break, he’d gotten the week off and unfortunantly his sister had things she needed him to get… since he was already in town. He’d groaned and growled and told her to get her blasted paints her self. Yet here he was still where his cargo pants and boots, thankfully she’d let him take off the Shirt, so now all he wore was a black tank. Connor was a formidable looking man, He had hard but handsome features, he was rough and wild like most wild creatures and he exalted in the fact most men backed down when he looked them in the eyes. It was like they knew he could put them in their place. He was Alpha. Yet here he was doing the bidding of his people shy sister, well that wasn’t really true she loved company… she feared herself and what she might do.

Grumbling to himself the Tall man, six foot five and all muscle. He got out of his large black pick-up Chevy Silverado and skulked across the parking lot to where the Market place was. Why she couldn’t do her shopping on line or do it herself he didn’t know. It wasn’t that bad to walk in grab the colors you wanted and leave… Besides he was horrible at this thing. He never got the right shade and who in heavens name came up with all these stupid names, Peach?! Peach was not a color it was a fruit. Mauve?! What the hell was that? He snort and briefly nodded to the woman next to him as he grabbed a small arm basket and walked threw the million of venders, grumbling to himself.

Being who he was both a werewolf and weary of the whole human race and let’s not forget he had some enemies from fighting and being a cop. He was constantly on guard, constantly smelling and listening for trouble, yet in a place packed with so many people and so many of them chattering and talking and laughing, it gave a man with highly toned senses a headache. Another reason he hated shopping for Connie. Pushing his way threw the mass of people to the paint vendor; he eyed the concoctions of different colors and growled. What was It she wanted again? Apple blossom… that was a flower….. Candy Apple… that was food… Speaking of food, he caught a whiff of greasy deep fried food and his stomach flipped. All he’d eaten all day was a Macdonald’s Deluxe Breakfast and that was hours ago. Now it was almost three o’clock. After eating and doing a bit of working out he’d gone home and crashed sleeping for the last two weeks of sleep he’d missed. Now he was awake and ready to go about his business. He’d gone to see his sister and been sent on an errand immediately. A Dark bruise marred his square angular jaw from a fight he’d been in last week, a couple of Drunk boys down at the pub had gotten bit wild and Connor was called to haul home… let’s just say it turned out to get pretty messy. He ended up hauling in his backseat full, plus his truck bed full of no-gooders who got caught in the brawl. Course as he walked in he’d been wearing a grin the size of Texas. Nothing like a good fight or run threw the woods to ease the tension this human life put on a man.

Turning he sought out food, thinking a meal was more important then his sister’s stupid colors, that weren’t really colors at all. Smirking he found a small food court like area that had several different venders with different kinds of food. Glancing around he tried to decided between the Chinese, The fried dough, Burgers, Cajun, and then something that looked like Celtic Sausages and what not. Leaning back against a tree arms crossed over his broad chest and contemplated, which would be more to his interest. Course he could always buy a little something from both but that would take to long and then he’d have to explain to his demanding sister why here colors were late. So he stood there eyeing the vendors, stalking his prey… even if his prey was an already cooked meal and he just had to decide which one he wanted…

[*Amarant Blades]

Amarant had been sitting at home, on her couch, half asleep. She'd been gone from New Orleans for the last couple of weeks, and last night was the first timet hat she'd been home. How she missed her big old couch. Sure, there'd been more modern, more stylish couches and other furnitures in the hotels that she'd been in, but there was nothing like home. Something about it just drew her back here, though she had no idea why. She'd come to New Orleans a few years ago, and for some reason--out of all the places that she'd lived--New Orleans had been the one place that she would call 'home' other than London....And she didn't like going there much anymore, since her vampire adoptive father died. Too many bad memories haunting her in that beautiful, ancient city.

Saphire, her little white wolf that Amarant had as a companion, came bounding over to her, gently nipping at Amarant's fingertips. Amarant opened one eye, growling slightly before swiping at the little wolf. Nothing. The young wolf was incistent. Amarant groaned before sitting up, her black hair falling over her pale, alabaster skin and over her blue eyes. Amarant looked at the little wolf, who barked at her, wagging her tail.

"You can''t go outside right now. It's day time, and there's too many people. What do you think will happen if they see some white wolf running loose around here? It's ifne if you're just in the yard and whatnot, but you can't run around town until it gets dark. I'm sorry." That was another thing that was inconvenient about living in New Orleans: there wasn't much place that Amarant and Saphire could run, and be free. Sure, there were woods, but during the day there were hikers, and Amarant could not afford for some trap happy hunter to go around setting up traps for wolves, and catch Saphire on one of the times that the little wolf went out on her own. If Amarant was caught in one of those, sure it would hurt like hell, but she could just phase back and get herself out...Saphire couldn't do that.

Saphire just shook her head, apparantly that's not what Saphire had wanted. She put her paw on Amarants lap, looking from the door to her, then whining slightly. Suddenly realization dawned on Amarant. Saphire didn't want to go outside, Saphire wanted Amarant to get out and have some fun.

"No. Absolutely not. I'm not leaving you here by yourself." Amarant said, standing up and going to look for something to eat...Of course there was nothing. Amarant hardly ever kept food in the house, since she was liable to get up and leave at any moment, then the food would ruin. Mostly she just bought out.

Saphire came up to her, Amarant's wallet in her mouth, and growled. Amarant turned and looked at the little wolf, glaring. "I am alpha around here, you don't order me around." Saphire just continued to stare at her, so she gave in. "FINE!" Amarant said, slipping on a pair of Audios and grabbing her wallet from Saphire and heading out the door.

"I'm just going to get food, then I'm coming right back!" She yelled before slamming the door. She didn't live far from the market place, so she decided to run. Even in this form, running exhilerated her, she loved it. And she had been cooped up in that apartment for far too long with Saphire. She hadn't been out to run in a long time. It felt good, she felt free.

She reached the market place in just under 5 minutes and glanced around at her choices...Perhaps she should look in her wallet, which may be the deciding choice. She grimaced when she did, and wished that she hadn't. She was low on money lately, since she'd quit her job to run off to Paris. That was a big problem with her...Amarant couldnt seem to stay in one place for long. She had a theory that it was becasue she had nothing holding her in one place, no family, no pack, no mate. Just Saphire, and she was easy to bring along.

Burgers it is, then. Amarant thought to herself, shaking her head slightly as she walked towards the small burger joint, ordering 5. Two for her, three for Saphire. Amarant didn't worry about gaining weight...Her transformations had never allowed her to gain much, even when she was younger. She'd always been in perfect health, so she never thought much about it.

The wind blew, just a gentle breeze, but it was enough to bring an slightly familiar scent to her. A werewolf, and one that she'd scented before...But she didn't think she'd ever spoken to him...And she knew it was a male. Without thinking, her head swung around in his direction, blue eyes scanning over him slightly, her black hair covering up one eye, before the breeze changed directions, heading straight to him.

(Yay!!! I have someone I can para with!!!! BTW, I'm going to act like they've seen eachother before, or whatever, but never really talked, other than maybe a hi or something, kay?))

[xtwinxtragidyx]

Connor had watched the girl walk threw the crowd, not giving her much attention besides the fact she looked vaguely familiar, but being a cop, werewolf, and the fact his sister painted half of the people in New Orleans, It didn’t really surprise him she had a familiar feel to her. He could have easily pulled her over for speeding though he’s pretty sure he’d remember a name with a face like that. Then again he could have just seen her in a shop… or a copy on his sister’s wall. Honestly everyone he’d ever met or bumped into was categorized and stored in a file in his brain, but most of the time he just didn’t really pull the file out to look at it. Shifting his weight he growled softly hating to make a choice but he wasn’t going to get fed this way, and his sister would be calling demanding her paints if he hung around to long.

He’d just pulled away from the tree straightening broad shoulders and stretching when the wind want whipped by tantalizing his senses with food and… and… and werewolf, distinctly female. His nostrils flared slightly, she smelled like she’d been around another wolf… were or not he couldn’t really tell. Amber eyes flecked over her, catching she was doing the same to him, analyzing and studying. Lovely. It was the first word to come to his mind. Oh, yes definantly lovely from the shine of her midnight black hair to the voluptuous curve of her hips. A grin slipped across his dark features and he dipped his head in silent greeting before moving to the burger line as well. Why Not? Free Country, He could by several burgers and not spend as much on it as he would have if he bought a sandwich at the subway stand. Also and the most important he could talk to a pretty woman, a woman who was different then other pretty women…. She was… special.

Checking the watch on his wrist his grin widened he had time; Connie wouldn’t expect him back for another…. Hour maybe he could even stretch it to an hour and a half… if he was lucky. He shook his head, he shouldn’t worry what his little sister thought, he lived his own life, he was a grown man, and he still dropped by every chance he had and checked up on her. Coming to stand some what behind the woman, he let his sense stretch and seek, let the male in him exalt in that special female scent, the scent that said woman… but was also all her own. He’d bet she was somewhat bossy, she had a spicy smell to her… or maybe that was the Mexican. A muscle twitched in his jaw to many smells were whirling around under his nose. Flashing her a smile he shifted his position to relaxed waiting customer. “Have you ever been painted be Constance Matthews, Owner and Painter for Wolf Tracks?” He asked his voice a deep purr, yes… he could purr. In fact he often thought the wolf growl in his voice added to his purr. Looking down at her he smiled some. “Reason I ask… You look familiar.” You smell intensely interesting too… but she wouldn’t take kindly to that statement. “It’s not a pick up line ether. Promise. Cop’s Honor.” He said flashing her another grin. Who knows how many men she gets panting on her heels like pups in their first spring.


{Ooc~ That's perfectly fine. Make's it a bit easier then just walking up and talking to a completely stranger... though I suppose my post was kind of like that... *Slaps face* Anyway... YA! I feel useful for the first time in a while of Rping... YA!!!}

[*Amarant Blades]

Amarant probably should have looked away when she saw that the male had looked up and noticed her staring at him, but since he was doing the same thing, Amarant would not be the one to look away first and feel embarrassed....Though she knew that he wouldn't anyway. His looks were rugged....wild. Fitting of a alpha male...And Amarant had no doubt that he would be an alpha in any pack. He looked too domineering, to controling, to...everything, to not be a alpha. She smiled back in greeting when he nodded at her, her blue eyes keeping contact with his for the moment.

When he looked down for just a moment, she turned around, not really wanting to appear rude by openly staring at him, though she had a hard time keeping from looking back at him, especially when she knew that he was still looking at her. She smiled slightly to herself, shaking her head slightly, black hair falling around her face, with the slightest hint of coconut shampoo that she'd used earlier this morning. Her body was shaking slightly, she was still riding the high that running gave her, and now with the male... She'd been calmer in her life, tha was for sure.

She could feel him walking up behind her, every instinct she had--both feminine and wolf--was screaming that fact at her. She stood there for a second, getting control of herself... It'd been too long since she'd seen another werewolf...And none of them were like this. Usually she could be indifferent if she chose...But Amarant knew already that that would be a fight she would loose. She hadn't even spoken to him yet...She didn't think...And yet he was already far too intriguing.

She turned around, just in time to see his smile, and flashed one of her own, white teeth flashing. She had to look up at him, since she only stood about 5'5, he was much taller than she was. She took note of how he seemed to attempt to look the relaxed male, waiting for food....To anyone who didn't know better, the act would have worked...But Amarant saw only too well the wolf behind his Amber eyes. He was far too cautious to be relaxed, and she didn't think that he was used to being around humans either.

His voice was as rough has his features, moving along her skin, drawing her in even more. Damn, he was good looking. You don't see many men who look truely dangerous---even amongst our kind---but he was definately one of them. A scent made her mind immediately stop thinking in that direction: she could smell another female werewolf on him...One that he was with quite a lot. Should have known he was mated. Any female lycanthrope with a bit of common sense would try to claim him if they could.

"Once or twice." She said, talking about being painted by Constance, her voice musical. She was a singer, that's what she did to make her money. She would go to clubs and sing, and they would pay her some big bucks for each show. Apparently the people loved her, and some of the reviews that she'd read of her performances had made her grin. Amarant had known that Constance was another werewolf around here, though Amarant wasn't sure that Constance had reconized her for what she was. If she had, she'd hit her reaction very well....Amarant was really good at reading people. That's probably who he's mated to. She thought to herself, trying to picture him with the sweet woman....

"She never talked about her husband" Amarant said, cocking her head to one side, a few loose strands of black hair falling into her face, slightly covering one eye. Amarant wasn't surprised at all to hear that he was a cop, he didn't look like the type who would be happy sitting in a tiny cubicle, typing on a computer. Amarant knew she wouldn't; she didn't think that any of her kind would.

"A cop, huh? Is that why you have that?" She said, raising one hand up and gently touching the dark bruise on his jaw with her fingertips. It was only for a second before she realized that she was touching some random guy's face...No...not guy....some random werewolf's face. Most wolves didn't like to be touched, and would bite your hand off--litterally--if you crossed the line with them.

She smiled sheepishly, her blue eyes flashing with amusement at herself. The wolf in her made her bold, and Amarant would have to keep a better watch on that. "By the way, I"m Amarant." She said, deciding to introduce herself to the interresting male, werewolf cop...He just continued to get more interresting.

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Connor was feasting his senses off her, she was intriguing him beyond belief. Honestly he hadn’t been the curious in quite away. It was deadly combo Beautiful woman with the spicy twist of Werewolf, something about her commanded his attention kept his amber eyes glued to her. She made his pulse leap, he could smell the thrill of a run on her, or something close, it drugged his brain though. She was close to glowing with it and it only added to the rapidly growing intrigue he had for her. She flashed him a smile, and had he been a weaker man, something puny… even a lesser male wolf he’d have faltered under it. Small and Delicate, she’d barely top his shoulder should he move closer to her. He almost did just to be closer, forget they were virtual strangers, he felt a link, a bond that only share wolf blood could bring… or being a twin. Yet you normally didn’t meet complete strangers that you felt a twin link too.

The Only Time Conner was fully relaxed was when he was running free of the laws and rules of polite human society and in his –what he considered his natural form- Wolf form. Then of course when he was so completely exhausted from different… excursions, even then though he was still on his toes. True there were time he was more lax then other but he hardly ever completely let his guard down, to dangerous. Humans, he’d learned were treacherous beast, worse then wolves and they thought them the beasts. A Human would turn a baby loose to the wilds of the world simply because it was different had abilities no one else did. Humans betrayed those they supposedly loved for the slightest thing, the price just had to be right. He’d seen it more time then he could count, Laws broken, People killed, Innocent wronged…. That was why he was on the force… besides it action and the intensity of it suited him… He wanted to protect those who needed it, help those who’d been wrong, do justice in this world of Wrong.

He nodded to her glancing away to the line as it slowly moved forward to food, food he felt the knawing hunger on his back bone and shifted his weight keeping his mask firmly in place. “Yes. I thought I’d seen you somewhere… and I didn’t think I’d pulled you over for speeding. Connie keeps a copy of everyone she paints, has a special wall for them all.” He said, looking at her and studying her face close, and noting as he racked his brain for that pictured he’d seen… that his sister didn’t do her justice. She’d missed the vibrancy of life in her, the wolf lurking just barely under the surface waiting for that moment to spring free… Like himself. A thin mask covering the beast within. He visibly paled for a second thinking on his sister married?! Had she eloped or something and not told him!? Surely not, Connie was reasonable smart and sound, she always thought before she jumped. He suddenly had the wild urge to turn and run home and search ever nook and cranny of the tiny house, look every where even under the bed for a sign of a man. Course he wouldn’t cause his sister would stand there hands on her hips telling him he was being stupid which he was but still… his pride didn’t want to hear it come out of her mouth or anyone else’s.

“There better not! If there’s a man hiding in that house.. I’ll throw him out by the scruff of his neck so fast he going to wonder what hit him.” He growled fiercely sure if he was a wolf his hackles would be raced. His lip twitch at his attempt not to scowl or growl even. Filling his lungs with warm greasy polluted air he forced his hackles down and look at her forcing a smile. “She’s my twin sister.” He said “Can’t you tell the resemblance?” He said flashing a large charming grin that lightened his face and took the harsh edge off, giving him the pup look his sister teasingly slapped him about when he got to playful. He still liked to tussle, wrestling or other wise.

He froze under her touch, her scent wafting close to him, sending his blood to ringing in his ears. Her skin was soft, and cool but warm and alive… vital. He felt a shiver run up his spine and he clenched his jaw to the unwanted reaction; well not totally unwanted. Unneeded was a better word. He nodded missing her touch the minute it was gone, the man exulted the wolf balked. He didn’t like touch in any form of the word. To be touched, to be Loved, to Care or Be cared for was only setting yourself up for pain when you were betrayed and left alone. Only Connie had been faithful threw the years, only she stayed loyal and loved him. “I was called to bring home a couple rowdy pups who were a bit to deep in the bottle and causing problems. Turned out half that bar was itching for a fight and they thought they could win against one cop…” He grinned his victory, he exalted in being a winner a fighter. They’d underestimated him by a lot. “I ended up bringing then all in” He said very proud of himself.

“Nice to meet you Amarant” He said tasting her name on his tongue and liking the flavor and the way it flowed. “Connor. Connor Matthews at your services” He said smirking at her as he glared up at a woman five people ahead of them… she was trying to make up her mind and what to order and had changed it five different times. Just order something and be done with it. he thought, returning his attention back to the beauty in front of him.

[*Amarant Blades]

She didn't understand this...She was acting like a new born pup...Even when she was a child she was always well composed, Rafael had commented on it several times. Rafael had been a vampire who raised her from the time that she was very small. She didn't remember when she was changed, since she doesn't remember anything before she was five or six years old...and by that time, she was already what she was. She didn't know her real family, so Rafael she concidered her father... If it had been even just a few days earlier when she'd met Connor, then he would have been able to still scent the smell of vampires on her, and then she may have had to go into a really long story... Since she still associated with vampires--was even friends with some--despite the fact that Rafael died several years ago. But now, with this male directly infront of her... She couldn't keep her senses from stretching out to catch another smell of him...to sense the wolf in him just one more time... And another. Her pulse was racing, excellerating the high that she already felt from running, making the wolf jump to the front, pronouncing herself even more, so that she could be seen behind her blue eyes.

She flashed a michevious grin at him, cocking her head to one side. "I've no need for a car. I like running far too much...Besides, my wolf doesn't like cars; too much confined space....Makes me feel like I'm in a cage...I'm no zoo animal, and I refuse to be confined like one." She said this last part quietly, so that only he would be able to hear, despite the crampedness of the place. She tilted her head slightly, curious when she saw the pale, almost frightened look on his face. She scented the air, her lower lip sticking out slighlty as she didn't notice anything. Was he okay?... Then he said something that brought a small tint of pink to her pale, flawless skin, and she laughed quietly, placing one hand over her mouth as the sound that was even more musical than her voice escaped her lips. Her eyes danced at him as her body continued to be racked with silent giggles, though she quickly fought to control herself. So, he's not mated then? The female scent is his sister.

When she could control herself, she looked at him again--not that she'd ever stopped--but now she was looking for resemblances...It made it easier when he gave that particular smile, it was mainly in the eyes... They both had the same soft eyes when he smiled--though his was still a little rough on the edges. She nodded, black hair spilling around her shoulders. "Yes, I see the resemblance in the two of you now."

She grinned as he told her about the bar fight that brought about the shiner than her had on his jaw, shaking her head slightly. She should have guessed that it was something like that. "You might have also seen me in a club or two, if you've been called in on a couple of those, also. I sing there a lot...It's my way of making money in this town." She winced inwardly, she hadn't been around to her usual clubs that often gave her gigs, and she needed to do that sometime soon, so that she could get some more money for her and Saphire to eat off of. Not that she was against hunting for her food, actually, she rather enjoyed that, but she didn't want hunters getting suspecious, so she kept her and Saphire's hunting down to a bare minimum....Much to Saphire and her wolf inside. Both wanted to hunt, but the small part of Amarant that was human kept them both in check, at least in that respect. "I bet that was a big dent to their egos. You men seem to have such large ones, after all." She said, grinning playfully.

She followed his gaze to the woman and clenched her fists. The wolf in her didn't like being kept from her food, especially since she hadn't eaten since two days ago, and her human conscious wasn't all that patient either. She kept herself in place, however, and only let out a low growl, her eyes turning grey--as they did when she was angry--before she took in a deep breath, closing her eyes as she forced calm back on herself. She ran a hand through her hair, agitated, though forcing herself to be calm. She didn't know if he'd noticed the change in her eyes or not, but if he had, oh well, it wasn't that big of a deal. Her eyes were simply a way of telling what type of mood she was in.

She looked back to Connor, her interest and curiosity spiking once again. She wanted to know about him, wanted to know whatever she could find out about him. Which was odd, especially since she could sense that he felt the same way she did about touch... The wolf within us didn't like it, if it could be helped, and they only enjoyed--or allowed--touching between other family members, close friends, and of course their mates. But Amarant was none of those, and she understood how his wolf felt. She didn't understand her own reaction, for usually she was politely courtious, and sometimes friendly, but she always kept her distance. The one time that she'd allowed someone to become close to her--in any way--he'd died and left her alone...Though it wasn't a romantic relationship, it had still felt like he'd abandoned her, left her alone to face the rest of her life without any true company. Despite this fact, she couldn't help asking: "Do you have to go straight back to your sister after you get food?" Her curiosity was beating at her, and she wanted to stay in his company for as long as she could, and just that thought alone baffled her. She would probably end up irritating the hell out of him if she kept up like this, panting at his heels like some lost pup. She was disgusted with herself for it, and mentally kicked herself in the butt.

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At her mentioning of the word run his blood warmed. He needed to run, he’d been planning to get away as soon as he could. It had been weeks since he’d allowed him self to completely change and run free. Sure he’d made a couple of laps around the park and around the block but nothing was the same as being free to run threw the woods he’d grown up in. He could smell the exhilaration and the pleasure of it all flowing off her and wrapping a tempting finger around him. His body grew taunt muscles yearning to run, he silently vowed to go out to night even if it was to be a mangy wild wolf running threw downtown… if that was as far as he got so be it. He needed it. Silently he almost hoped he might run into her then… or maybe just catch a whiff of her somewhere, let him know where she’d staked her claims, what she guarded and called home. He nodded amber eyes growing thoughtful as she said she was no caged animal and never would be. He under stood the feeling, he’d spent a great deal of money on his home just to make sure it roomy so he didn’t feel trapped when he was there. He hated feeling caged… he hated every aspect of the zoo. He’d gone once as a teenager curious to what the humans found so interesting. He’d spent five minutes, the wolf exhibit naturally he first stop. He’d turned and left them. He hated people gawking and leering at him, hated to be stared at and treated like it was their right to it all. He’d growled softly nodding his head in agreement. No being caged was probably the worst fate a werewolf could have… worse then death.

His mood quickly changed as it was prone to do when she started giggling the most delectable blush tinting her lovely cheek. He couldn’t help but stare at her entranced by her musical voice. It was melodic and at the moment sweet and happy amused at his expense, which this one he didn’t mind. He had the feeling it changed easily with her moods though, her voice shifting to what ever she set it for sad and eerie angry and hurt. His grin widened when she said she could, “ I do believe you’re the first person to see the resemblance since before we were teenagers. Most people say I’m the bad side and she’s the good side. Rough and Wild… Sweet and Gentle.” He said pleased with himself, for reason he wasn’t quite sure of but that fact she was interested and kept turning exquisite blue eyes on him made his blood leap in peculiar ways.

Thinking Conner tried to place her in any of the clubs he’d been in and shook his head, “I don’t do a lot of bar routines, that’s more of the regular cops jobs. I’m more of the special forces… I’ve been working regular hours though. Been short handed the last month. I Hunt. I’m something of a detective I guess you could say, hunting down the criminals who escape.” He said grinning something of a purely male wolf grin. He enjoyed searching and hunting his prey. It was one of the only ways he survived living this human life was knowing he was helping the world and doing what his primal self lived for… the hunt. He chuckled and shook his head a few loose hairs falling across his forehead, “Probably was a real dent in some of their egos.” He said chuckling a rich deep sound, a sound that wasn’t used often. He rarely laughed except with his sister, hardly ever with outsiders… they weren’t part of his pack. Yet he found himself somewhat relaxed in Amarant’s presence or at least more so then with anyone else he’d just met. “I have a very large ego.” He admitted truthfully “And normally It doesn’t get bruised often.” He said smirking the corner of his mouth turning up some. He was prideful creature and really couldn’t help it even if he wanted to change… which he didn’t he liked being his cocky arrogant male self, gave him an edge that most men backed down when face with it. The Alpha in him.

He watched her fascinated as she growled low in her throat and her eyes turned a murky stormy gray the belittle the storm that was probably raging inside. He could smell the wolf…the hungry wolf at that. He couldn’t seem to stop grinning, it was good to find some that understood… someone besides his sister. She understood the basic need to eat and to run… to hunt and be free. She understood because she had those same basic primal, animal urges. Catching her delicate jaw between his large hands he examined her eyes just to intrigued to let his curiosity pass. For a long moment he intently studied her eyes before letting a long breath out and forcing himself to let go of the smooth soft skin, skin he suddenly had an urge to touch. HE pushed those urges down though… he couldn’t control the lust wolf or man. Purely male, nothing but the shock of finding a woman like you… a highly attractive woman. He shrugged at her question already pulling his gaze away to put all his demons back in place and make sure all the chains were locked. “Honesty? I’m suppose to by her some paints… there was no mention of food in this errand but she can hold off and painting for an hour or two.” He said looking back and grinning down at her. “Why? Want to help me find Candy apple green? Or Tree Bark?” He asked, serious on his offer. Who knows painting was woman thing maybe she’d have better look finding all the odd concoctions with equally odd names. Shifting his wait he waited, like the impatient male be felt life. He was sure if he had a tail it would be swishing back and forth anxious and waiting, muscle tight with anticipation. Instead he opted to try and seem like yes or no he could care less, I mean they’d really just met. He should act like some needy pup looking for any scrap of attention she felt like throwing at him. Yet here he was practically panting…almost wanting to beg and whine for a please. Use those large amber puppy dog eyes on her to persuade her to say yes to him.

[*Amarant Blades]

"I wouldn't imagine that many would see it. Not very many people have the eye for similarities that I do. I have a photographic memory, and I can often find resemblances in things, sometimes when they have absolutely nothing in common. But even with my ability for such things, I would have never guessed the two of you were twins until you gave that one smile. Your eyes have the edge of a seasoned, hardened wolf, and yet when you smile like that, you look...Not exactly carefree, but about as close as someone like you or I could get to the meaning of the word." She shrugged, casuing her hair to shift slightly, revealing her smooth, graceful skin behind the black hair. "Bad, good, who's to say which is which? It depends on the situation, as to which is the most necessary. You two are yin and yang, as you should be, as twins...You complete one another." She smiled slightly, putting her thumbs in her two back pockets, which was her normal stance. "You have the attitute of the wolf that you are. No one other than another wolf could understand that. Your attitude in this form reflects how you are in your natural form. You reflect the alpha in you, while others--those who are more shy and easily intimidated--reflect their omega status. It's just the way that the world that we live in works....Forcing ourselves between the animal world, where the rules are simple, to this human existance, where you always have to watch your back, else someone will stab it."

As he spoke about his job, her smile widened, her blue eyes dancing slightly. "I would expect nothing less. Like I just said, a reflection of the wolf within." When he laughed, it was like a drill to her nerves, a wonderful, glorious torture. She knew that he didn't use it often, it was too rough for regular use. But she closed her eyes for a half second, allowing both the woman and the female wolf in her to relish in the sound, though opened her eyes before he could take notice to anything. When she opened her eyes, a few strands of hair were hanging down nearly to his eyes, and she ached to reach up and gently move them away, just to touch him one more time....No! Absolutely not, Amarant, what the bleeding hell is wrong with you?! He's a wolf! You're a wolf! You don't know one another, so just leave it be! "Of course you have a large ego, what man doesn't?" She asked, tilting her head to one side, forcing her thoughts far away from where they had been... But with little to no luck.

When he took her jaw in his hands, she froze, all breathing ceasing immediately. She stared back at him, her grey eyes slowly turning back to their original ice blue as he stared at her and her anger disipated. If it had been anyone else, she would have decked him and knocked him on his over confident tail, but for some unfaithamable reason, she didn't mind Connor touching her, being close to her. She simply enjoyed the feel of his rouch hands against her face, knowing that the moment wouldn't last long. A realization occured to her, which set her aback for a moment: it wasn't just her human part that was attracted to Connor, but her wolf was also sitting up and taking notice of his wolf as well. That in itself was strange...since her wolf never noticed anyone, unless she concidered them a threat. The musky scent of the male wolf had her female wolf sitting straight up, head cocked to one side, tail swishing in interrest. As soon as his hands left her skin, releasing her face, Amarant immediately wished that he wouldn't have let her go. Both human and wolf wanted to pout with the loss.

Amarant laughed, her eyes now completely back to normal, and shrugged. "Sure. I'm pretty savie with colors, so I could probably help you out." She turned away for a second to see that the line had moved up, and now there was only one more person in front of them. She smiled, she was hungry. And she knew Saphire would be too, but oh well, Saphire had eaten recently, Amarant hadn't. Saphire stole Amarant's bowl of lasagana last night, and scuffed it down, even licking the bowl clean. So Saphire could just wait a couple extra minutes...Plus, she had been the one to insist that Amarant get out of the house anyway.

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Conner nodded picking up on small clues about herself as she spoke, little hints there he wondered if she knew she was giving him. She was highly intelligent and it wasn’t just the wolf running threw her blood but she was a smart woman anyway. She had a photographic memory and the most please of all… she noticed something so small and trivial as his smile. He felt him self puff with male pride, he’d caught a sought after female’s attention. That what it was too; He knew men chased her whether she knew it or not she had men panting on her heels. He grinned flashing her the same grin she’d taken notice to… maybe two times the charm? “Who says I’m not carefree? I’ll have you know I’m as playful and carefree as any pup.” He growled playfully bending just slightly to look her in the eyes and drop and wink. Was he flirting?! He didn’t flirt. He as serious and uptight… he did play and have a good time, but only with his sister. Where was this pup coming from, he couldn’t seem to completely wipe the grin off his face, nor could he take his eyes off her and stop himself from being as carefree as she mentioned.

He grinned at her, nodding, Light and Darkness, Good and evil… constant conflict. He chuckled, him and his sister were that dark and Good….but they really did fight that much, except for when he was forcing her away from her paints to live a life and find a mate… find something to make her smile like she once did. His time was constantly consumed with taking care of her, planning for her, she was under his protection part of his pack…. He took care of his own.

He watched something flicker in her eyes for a second as her eyes traced the blue black hair in front of his face and brushed it back with finger noticing it for the first time himself. “Ah. Most men do but mine is exceptionally large. Between wolf and man, battling the odds of life? Raising yourself and your twin sister… being one of the youngest and best hunters on the force? Bringing in a truck load of drunk men single handedly. No, mine is large then your average man; course I’m not average in the least bit.” He flashed her a smirk, soaking himself In male pride when she stiffened and almost melted in his hands. What more could a man ask for? Her response wanted or not made letting her go and breaking away and putting a small gap between them even harder. Why? Was a question constantly frittering around in his mind. Why was he so intensely attracted to this one female? Wolf or not, he wasn’t like this. Not even in spring and late winter when instincts and needs ran high. When everything in demand he find a mate…. Now though he was practically pacing for time with her, any reaction she had to him at all was soaked up and stored away to pull out and analize later.

Relief washed over him when she agreed to help him. He grinned at her like a little boy just granted the long sought after cookie. “I could kiss you. I hate shopping for her colors. Always demanding specific shades. Why can’t she get them herself? I always end up making about five runs back before I finally get the right shade for her.” He said, feeling his gut tighten at the thought of kissing her; feeling her small silky body pressed close to his. Fire leapt and danced in his veins before he quenched it no time for that. Not now. Looking up to see the last person moving away with their food. Quickly shifting to stand more beside and in front of her he sent her a wicked grin. “What do you want? I’m buyin’.” He told her, quickly placing his order of three double stacker burgers and a large order of fries and a large coke. Might as well be lit on his snack. He’d be eating in a few hours again anyway. Heaven knew Connie was always trying to feed him and ‘fatten’ him up. Sounded like the big bad wolf going to grandma’s house if you asked him. The referance instantly made him smile and chuckle shaking his head, he was the big bad wolf and his sister was more like little red riding hood.

{ooc~ sorry it's abit crappy... have a wedding shower to go to but wanted to finish it up.}

[*Amarant Blades]

She laughed slightly at her own misuse of words. "Perhaps I said that wrong. Anyone is capable of being carefree and playful, after all, even wolves need to have fun every now and again, but what I meant was that you don't seem like the type of person to let themself go around people who you're unfamiliar with. With you pack, then sure, but not anyone else. I'm the same way." Even as she said the words, she wondered how much of that statement was the truth. Sure, there were some who were under her protection, a few friends, and Saphire, but truely Amarant was a lone wolf, had been all her life. She had never had the luxery of having a sibling to spend the lonely days with... She'd never experienced pack life for herself, simply watched it from afar. And yet, she was becoming more relaxed around Connor than she was around people with whom she'd been friends with for years....And she'd only just met him.

Amarant felt slightly bereft when he let go of her face, but smiled anyway as he attempted to speak harshly about his sisters picky demands on specific colors. Amarant knew better though, she knew that he would do anything to please his sister, and if torturing himself with going out into the crowds of people and attempt to find the correct shade would make her happy, then he would do it, no matter how much he grumbled. "Why don't you just ask the owner of the shop for help finding the colors? I'm sure that she would be more than adaquate in helping you find the right shades." Amarant said, her blue eyes laughing at him, her smile wide, revealing an intreging demple that hadn't been there before. It only showed itself sometimes, when she was holding nothing back, and was truely laughing. "And besides, this trip wasn't so bad, was it?" She asked, cocking her head to one side.

She refused to think about him kissing her. The chemistry with the two of them was explosive, and if she thought about it to long, she might just burst into flames. When he steped infront of her to pay for the food, she almost refused. She was very independant, and wasn't used to someone buying anything for her, and she wasn't one to accept favors. She bit her bottom lip, struggling with what to do. Even on the few dates that she'd ever been on, she'd always been the one to pay for the meal, movie, whatever it was they had been doing, the money always came from Amarant...Though usually she had a decent amount of money, but since she hadn't been to sing in any of the local clubs lately, she was becoming broke...There was only a scant few dollars in her wallet. Sighing briefly, she gave in, deciding that she didn't even really have enough money to feed both her and Saphire adaquately. "Six double stackers, large fry, and a Dr. Pepper." She said rather grudgingly. It never had sat well with her to let other people buy anything for her, and she was annoyed with herself more than anything else that she had allowed her money to deplete this low. "Saphire needs food too, until we can both go out for a hunt." Hell, she didn't even know when that would be. She'd been rather lost since she'd come back from London, the place where she'd last seen Rafael before he'd died. She'd felt lost since then, and had allowed things to get very, very bad with her and Saphire money wise. Now they would have no choice but to hunt for the next while...Perhaps she could use a run later on tonight, after the people of New Orleans have all went to sleep? She would have to think abou that somemore later on. She wondered silently to herself if she would catch Connor out or not?

((I am soooo sorry that it took me so long to post, rl has been a b!tch lately, and I don't have a computer with internet at home so it's been kinda rough lately.))

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Conner half shrugged, “I don’t… I seen and heard too much to let my guards down. Being wolf and then being a cop… I seen the dark side of life more then the light… besides the fact I don’t make many friends on my job. I would imagine there’s plenty of unhappy crime lords who’d like to put a bullet threw my heart.” He flashed a dark grin, it wasn’t horrifying but it gave her a glimpse of the dark side of him the hunter that enjoyed flirting with danger the wild and reckless wolf that knew he had power and used it to his advantages. “I’ve come to notice most people are… if they’ve ever had a tramatic or painful time in their life where they feel they’ve been betrayed… which who hasn’t? Then you tend to have an edge towards life… you never quite trust those who don’t know.” He said even as the thought floated lazily across his mind that he didn’t know her yet felt as relaxed as one can be on a packed market.

Connor had a deep protective love for his sister. She was all he’d ever had, they’d been threw it all, thick and thin. She was his friend, his family… and in his keeping. She’d been hurt so many times.. and he felt partially responsible for her, and then there were times she was so small and helpless his heart squeezed for her. So of course he’d go out of his way to make her smile and bring sunshine into her world. If he could help it he was going to get her out and run sometime while he was off… he was itching to shed his skin and run. He never did understand how Connie could forsake her other half and stay human and enjoy it… he had to be wolf or he went crazy. Conner gave Amarant a dark look before shuddering at the picture of the middle aged heavy set woman who colored her hair an offensive orange and wore to much make-up and had four kids… and had the horrible problem of touching him. He shuddered again, “No.” he growled before realizing he was reacting fiercely to her simple question. “Old heavy set woman who can’t keep their hands to them selves…. To a beautiful…” he paused and eyed her for a minute acting as if he was thinking. “You don’t look like you reach out and pet men…” he said giving her a brooding look before grinning again and shrugging, “I’d rather have you. Any day.” He almost purred for as much as a wolf man can purr.

For a moment He was completely mezmorized by her winking dimple that disappeared from his view way to quickly for his liking; he wanted to make her smile like that again so he could see the adorable piece of skin, eyes leveled with hers and he grinned a dark dangerous grin, “No. No I’m quite enjoying my trip…” he told her before turning his attention to food. He could see her struggling with wether of not to let him pay; and Conner would bet his next paycheck that his little female was highly independent and didn’t like relying on people, especially men… course he could just be jumping to conclusions. He knew he didn’t like relying on more people then he had to. He worked alone, he fought alone… he lived alone… except for when his sister needed him, then he was with her till she kicked his butt out the door. “Think of it as me paying you back for the paints. For protecting me for the big hairy lady.” He grinned that boyish grin of his again.

Waiting he nodded absently to her, His mind drifting across moonlight fields, the dark dirt under his paws, his heart beating to the melody of the night as he let himself go…Connor quickly shut that door as he felt his gut tighten and his skin tingle in the all telling signs of shifting. He never lost control of himself he just highly wished to run again it seemed like it had been to long since his basic instincts could be fully free to stretch. Shifting he took the tray piled high with burgers and smiled down at her. “Lead the way” he said allowing her to pick where they sat and ate. Couldn’t take all her freedoms away even if it was a small one. Besides he’d like to watch her walk… and hopefully not be caught. He was man and wolf and both recognized desirable female and had to be leashed and chained before he started panting.


{This is crappy...sry}

[*Amarant Blades]

Amarant laughed, shaking her head slightly, her midnight black hair falling over her face to hide her ice blue eyes. "I'll bet there is. And you seem only too eager to embarce that fact. You shouldn't be so ready for trouble to find you, ya know, else you may just bite off more than you can chew. Like me for instance, I'm big trouble, most of the time more trouble than most men can handle, and yet here you are, buying me lunch and talking to me, wanting me to help you find shades for your sister. You sure you can handle it, Connor?" She asked, cocking her head to one side, her lips pulled up in a half grin as she crossed her arms, looking up at him. She was teasing him! If she would have been in her wolf form, her tail would be swishing with the amusement bubbling up. Though she was teasing him, what she said was true, trouble did seem to follow her, but she had always been able to take care of herself, so everything was always alright.

Amarant growled for a split second before she stopped herself, completely shocked. She was jealous at the thought of a woman touching him, flirting with him. What the hell?! She was never jealous, and especially not over such a thing as this! She didn't even have a right to be jealous of someone touching Connor, he wasn't her mate or anything. She bit her lower lip in reprimind before allowing herself to look back at him. She raised an eyebrow at him for a moment. "Of course I don't reach out and pet men. I'm a lycan, Connor, I know the value of personal space...Although I don't really seem to care with you, which is strange, and completely out of character." Now she was trying to be analytical about it, trying to separate herself from the emotions that were swamping her in all their unfamiliarity, but as hard as she tried, she couldn't stop herself from looking him over again appreciatively. And she couldn't help a small smile from tugging at her lips as he told her he'd rather have her over the other woman anyway.

She burst out laughing at his statement about protecting him, her demple reappearing as her blue eyes sparkled as they caught the light of the sun, white teeth flashing. "Yes, that's right, I have to protect the over grown baby from the scary paint lady." She said, grinning up at him, rolling her eyes slightly. "Pitiful. You can bring in a whole truck load of roudy, drunken idiots singlehandedly, yet you can't handle a old woman on your own."

She took notice that he seemed restless, fidgity. She knew the feeling all too well, she'd gone through the same feeling enough times. Connor wanted to run, to let his natural self out to play for awhile. She didn't say anything right then though, they were too close to humans to really talk about anything like that. Couldn't have the tabloids printing any more of their trash than they already were. When he told her to lead the way, she turned around and looked at the tables, finding an approperiate one on the far side of the place, isolated from other humans, so that they could talk freely without having to worry about being overheard. She walked towards it, smiling to herself slightly, she knew what he was doing, and she was playing her curves off to their best advantage, not being able to stop herself. Even though she never flirted, she had seen other people at work doing so, and she'd taken mental notes. She sat down, hiding her smile as she looked up at him innocently, knowing that he knew too well what she had been doing. She was trying to entice him, and she wondered if it had worked or not.

"You know, you should really go for a run more often, get rid of that edginess." She said, smiling at the fact that she should take her own advice. She hadn't been out for a run in a while, but she thought she was hiding it better than Connor was, though she wasn't for certain. "If you don't mind me asking, how long have you been a lycan?" She asked, genuinely curious. She loved finding out how long other lycans had been lycans, it facinated her for some reason...Probably because of her own past.

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Connor couldn’t help but give her a cocky grin when she said he should be careful tangoing with trouble. That she was trouble and that she was more then most could handle. He chuckled and shook his head dropping his voice to a mischievous whisper, “Hunny, if you haven’t noticed…. I’m not most.” He whispered grinning still pushing her onyx locks away from her face, letting the silk brush his work roughened knuckles for a second. “Besides I like trouble… keeps my sense sharp; my adrenaline pumping, can’t get old and fat if your to busy staying alive.” He told her, looking at her amusement sparkling in her eyes, “Besides they can put as many bullets in my heart as they like… as long as their not silver.” he grinned chuckling and shaking his head some, honest some of the things people thought about their kind was hilarious. Honestly he’d rather have a knife then a bullet, he healed well but still he could die like any other and that scared him more then he was ever willing to admit. He had a city and a sister to watch over… and hopefully some day a mate… but still he couldn’t just die and leave them all to suffer.

Connor heard her growl, and grinned in spite of himself though he acted like he heard nothing. Conner gave her the ever present eyebrow raised look in question, he caught her look of appreciation and it stroked his male pride, he knew he was handsome but at the same time he had that air of danger and mystery which was good but he was dipped in it and some women just couldn’t take him. He shuddered though thinking of that woman’s hands on…Him. “Ohhhh” he groaned and scrubbed his hands on his hips like he was trying to erase the feeling of plump fingers copping a feel. “Bless you. You sweet wonderful Woman. As long as he don’t purr stroke pet and make yummy noises and….Touch me like I’m a giant cookie you can be as close as you like. I wouldn’t mind.” he said giving her a wink and gaping at her when he started laughing at him and called him pitiful. “But…but… she…she’s not… she’s ….SHE TOUCHES ME! I feel like some kind of…. pet, like her favorite puppy, a lap dog!” he growled his hackles raising and he snarled at her. Before putting his hackles down and smoothing his feathers and forcing a grin as he re-leashed his demons.

Connor watched her walked watched the enticing sway of her hips, the way her jeans pulled tight cupping her delicious derrière, he gulped before shaking his head and following, how could he not?! Her body was practically screaming to come and get her. He grinned though she had to putting some kind of effort into her walk, no matter how much or little no woman could have that much allure in her walk, couldn’t make a man loose his mind so completely. Then the look that angel look with her dark beautiful looks he chuckled and sat down handing her, her six burgers and fries. Shaking his head he tried to force his mind on eating his burgers and not the woman across him. Now he really felt like the big bad wolf… except Little Red could probably whoop his butt if he tried to bite her. He looked at her and blinked, “Edgy?” he asked swallowing his soda. “I normally run often, try to run at least once a week… but… well the station has been short handed lately and I’ve been working over time from sun up to sun up, I haven’t been able to run, I ran last night for an hour but I almost dropped from little to none hours of sleep so I went home and slept… then duty called… and here I am. But I’m not edgy.” he said taking another large bite and shrugged to her next question. “You need to run more too…. your fairly tense yourself, sweety.” he grinned ignoring her question for a matter glancing away thinking back to his life the muscle working in his jaw for a moment as the painful memories flared up like they always do, but she didn’t need to know about his parents betrayal and all of humanity turning their back on him and his sister. “My whole life… maybe an hour of my life has been normal. Maybe…” he said shrugging again, “Funny a newborn can remember that night with perfect clarity like I was watching from the corner.” he said looking back at her keeping his voice dispassionate even though it all still hurt. “My sister and I’s nurse was Lycan… she’d been working back to back shifts… she was suppose to get off that night but they needed her… turns out it was a full moon the night we were born. She was carrying us off and in the strangely deserted hall she crossed a moon path without thought…. well babies bite…woman devastated by what she’d done killed herself… and two twin infants put into ICU for about a month… and here I am…” he said grinning, “Devilishly handsome, wild and untamed and totally alpha.” he said smirking at her before turning his question on her, “And you… how long as the wolf run threw your blood?” he asked, starting on his next burger with just as much enthusiasm as his first.

[*Amarant Blades]

No. No, Connor was definitely not most. Most men—human, wolf, or vampire—would have been able to make her react to them the way that she reacted to Connor. It was completely out of character. He thought he could take the kind of trouble she could dish out? The idea made her smile. Trouble followed Amarant, was always finding her, no matter how hard she tried to avoid it. If any man were to ever win her love and affection, they would be grey haired before long. Associating with vampires and being a werewolf tended to make one have enemies on both sides of the line. Vampires simply because she was a werewolf, and werewolves because they considered her a traitor to her own kind.
Amarant raised one dark eyebrow at what he was saying, both amused and horrified that anyone would treat someone like Connor—a man who wore danger like a second skin—in such a manner. Was the woman blind, or did she simply have a death wish? “A giant cookie? And I’m certain that I’ve never petted anyone other than Saphire before, and that’s only because she likes it. So no worries about that either…” Although I may just have to take you up on being as close as I like to you…Somehow, I don’t think that he’d object very much….Amarant! BAD! You should NOT be thinking like that, what the HELL is wrong with you?! You’re behaving like a crazed wolf in season or something, not stop! Amarant was just glad that she had the restraint to keep that thought to herself.

Amarant put four of the burgers into the bag to take back home to Saphire. Amarant would definitely have to let Saphire go running soon, else the animal was likely to starve to death… Taking a bite of her burger, she shrugged nonchalantly, knowing full well that she was edgy and needed to get out for a run. “I know that, but I haven’t been able to go out since I got back to New Orleans form London. The only reason that I even got out of the house today was because Saphire demanded that I leave. I’ll have to teach that wolf who’s the alpha within that house.” Even though her words were sharp, and she was trying to sound stern about Saphire’s behavior, the love that she had for the little white wolf showed though anyway. Amarant had raised her from the time that she was a pup, and she was the only pack mate the Amarant had—even though Saphire was a plain wolf, and Amarant was a lycan.

She finished off one of her burgers and took a long drink of her fries as she listened to Connor tell her about how he became a lycan…And she immediately felt bad for bringing up painful memories for him. Most of the stories that she heard were not that bad—most of the time they weren’t even violent. But his tore at her, and she wanted to reach out and comfort him, but then she thought she would be over stepping her boundaries. Instead she reached across the table and touched the back of his hand gently, her hand moving slowly and giving him plenty of time to move away should he not want her to touch him. “I’m sorry. Your humanity was taken away from you before you even had a chance, and you sure never had a choice.”

When he turned her question back on her, she bit her lip, wishing desperately that she could remember. She sighed in frustration and moodily took another bite of her fries. “I honestly don’t know. I don’t remember anything before I was five or six years old…It’s like the years before never happened. I remember waking up in the middle of the night, snow all around me, laying in a ditch on the side of a old road in London. I was cut in several different places, and was so cold, because I only had a t-shirt and a pair of shorts on—in the middle of a blizzard, no less. I was lucky I didn’t freeze to death. I was found by vampire named Alucard, and he took me to his friend named Rafael—another vampire. Back then, the hatred between vampires and werewolves were even more vicious than it is now. They could have killed me, and not felt any remorse, since I was already a werewolf…But they didn’t. Rafael took me in and raised me like his own daughter. I didn’t know who I was, how old I was, where I came from…Anything. So Rafael named me Amarant Blades; Amarant after his sister, and Blades because when Alucard found me, I had twin sais clutched in my hand that had blood stained on the blades, some of it fresh. But I have no idea when I became a lycan, I just know that it was sometime before that night…I was already well accustomed to shifting, so I don’t think that it was anytime close to that night…I just don’t know when.” That fact irritated her, and she felt like there was something wrong with her, a part of her missing…. She felt defective, and it showed in her body language as she sat there, moodily eating her food.

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Connor gave her a lopsided grin, “Giant Cookie. Honestly I think she’s looking for lucky man number five and I happen to be runner up.” She shuddered, “She’s all of five foot two.. weighs probably a hundred and fifty pounds, has four kids ranging from ten to one. She probably reads to many romances novels. Dark and Dangerous always make the best men.” He snorted some and continued eating. Not saying he wouldn’t make a good mate to anyone, he would when he found the right woman. Right now though, the idea of a forty year old woman stroking him like her fat cat that lays in the sun at her shop. “Honestly, I wouldn’t EVER consider marrying her… even if she was five ten, was voted the most gorgeous woman on the planet and was on her knees begging me.” He told her looking at her seriously, “If and when I settle down My wife will have to be able to take care of herself… I can’t quit my job besides it about the only one I can stand. and Frankly there’s just to many people out there waiting for me to let my guard down. She wouldn’t know what to do if a gang member broke into the house while I was on my shift.” He told her, and bite his tongue realizing he just told a woman Part of his requirement for a wife and a mate.

He chuckled some and shook his head at her alpha comment. “If she’s anything like she sounds you probably won’t get your message across. Sounds like my sister let’s you think your in charge then goes and does her own think and then smiles innocently at you.” He said chuckling and shaking his head as he continued to munch down on his burgers. Connor could see the deep affection and love for her wolf Saphire, it was evident in her tone to the melt tender look in her eyes. It made him smile, It was hard to find to companionship and a real love any more. To see it shining in her eyes like that, well it gave him hope. Even though he was desperate to just about inhale the burgers, he wouldn’t. One because no matter how much Amarant understood him it was still rude and two his stomach was still uneasy from his go round with bad gumbo a week ago.

Connor smiled a sad little smile as her hand touched his, her soft smaller one laying on top his large one, it was such a contrast he could hide the small smile. He shrugged some and glanced away from her and her offer of comfort, his hand turning without thought and engulfing hers, to hold on to her, a life line for the moment as he waded threw emotions and memories. “I can’t long for something I never even knew… I guess since I’ve always had the wolf… I don’t know what I’d do without it. Becoming the wolf was painful and the doctor’s were amazed when we survived. The most painful part was never being accepted.” he said letting her hand go and gathering up the trash seeking an escape for a few moments. Walking to the trash can he threw the foil away, clenching and unclenching his jaw. When he sat down though he was smiling a small smile and he nodded to her prompting her to tell her tale. He sat there listening to her, watching her speak how her eyes showed part of the emotions she tried to hide.

He smiled, “So you’ve practically been a wolf your whole life as well.” He said when she was finished his mind wandering over what she told him, something must have happened on the night something tramatic a child’s mind didn’t even want to recognize could even happen. To lock it away in a dark box to not even be able to remember anything. He watched her silently for a while the way she was slightly tense and agitated, he could tell she felt well incomplete. She was missing the first five years of her memories. There were things there… things that anyone especially a woman would want to know. Who were her parents… what happened that night? Did she have someone out there looking for her, loving her still not knowing what happened that night? Shifting in his seat he dared to do the same for her as she’d done for him, reaching across the table he took her hand and held it his large thumb rubbing small circles in the back of her hand. “Sometimes it’s better not to know and just let it go. I wish a million times over that I could take away the memories from my sister. They still haunt her… she refused to completely put her faith in humanity… to live a really full life because she’s afraid she’s not strong enough control the wolf.” He said softly “Even if you don’t remember and never do though… that doesn’t change who you are now. Your still a beautiful confident lycan woman who’s going to protect the big bad wolf from the scary momma.” he grinned trying to lighten her mood. “And she’s really scary..I’d call her a grandma but I’m afraid She’d hear me and beat me with one of those stick things in her shop.” He said grinning impishly, like the devil he was.