[centre][b][h1][color=seagreen]Connor[/color][/h1][/b] [color=seagreen]"I just want to hold her, and tell her it will be alright..."[/color] Magnus Bane ([@BlackPanther]) and Kaylee Evans ([@Vicier])[/centre] [hr][hr] Connor watched the girl, wishing he knew her name, but her scent washed over him that tentilising smell of eucylptus engulfing him, bringing to mind that very first encounter. He still didn't know what was going on, but right then, it didn't seem to matter, perhaps it was just easier to go with the flow, and figure it out later. As she run fingers through his fur, sending light shivers across his body, Connor licked the tears from her cheeks, wanting to do more yet finding a wolfs abilities to be suprisingly lacking in comforting humans. It was maddeningly frustrating for Connor, when all he wanted to do was take her in his arms, name or no name. He couldn't pretend that there wasn't something drawing him to her, not when it consumed his whole being. He didn't take his eyes offher, yet he was quite aware of those around them, listening to make sure no one was trying to get closer. If there was anything threatening, Connor knew he would act. There hadn't been much thought given, when he had leaped in before, and he knew he'd do anything to protect her. Connor could well understand the feeling of blame, of guilt. While he knew it was foolish, a part of him couldn't help but wonder, now, if that wolf had been gunning for him, and his father just got in the way. He made a small noise, wanting to say that it wasn't her fault and just hoping that she understand. His claws made little clicking sounds as he shifted, continuing to lick her face. He closed his eyes, shifting again to lay his head on her shoulder, inhaling her scent, a paw on her leg. What happened next probably surprised Connor more then it did anyone else. Everyone else might just think he had willed it to happen, that it wasn't the...fourth time he'd done this, but to Connor, suddenly finding himself crouching, naked was a surprise on a night full of surprises. He blinked, reaching up automatically to wrap his arms around the girl, thinking that everything was so biazer as it was, that he was far beyond caring that he was naked. He had just been a freaking wolf. Without even thinking about it, Connor wiped away the tears, and kissed her, trying to put in everything he truly wanted to say. [i]it's not your fault[/i] didn't seem to be enough. [i]this might be strange, yet I can't get you out of my head[/i] he might just send her running away from that. [i]Don't cry...[/i] [color=seagreen]"Its Connor, by the way"[/color] It took him that long to realise that they had never exchanged names, an oversight that before hadn't seemed that big. Now however Connor wanted to know her name, wanted to be able to call her by it, his nakedness forgotten, as his thoughts, his very existance, seemed to revolve around her. He would do anything to make her happy, and to wipe away the tears. Anything. Absently, he realised that the man was holding out a set of clothes, and briefly he wondered where they had come from. Right away, Connor knew that the clothes would be too short, but he supposed right then, it didn't matter. He gave a nod, and took the clothes, a little flustered now as reluctantly he let her go, his tall frame making it a challenge in the ambulance, he nevertheless wriggled into the clothes. He had been right, they were at least sixth inches too short, and quite loose on him. He nearly laughed hysterically when the thought crossed his mind that he must look like a teenage girl trying to show off their midriff, nevermind the fact that they were mens clothes. He looked back to the girl, slightly embrassed. [hr] [centre][b][h1][color=firebrick]Selina[/color][/h1][/b] [color=firebrick][i]"Forget her...its just not possible...why me?"[/i][/color][/centre] [hr][hr] Selina was still perched on the thick tree branch she had watched the campsite from, drawn from the job she had been on by the strange scent she had caught. There was wolf, and that lit anger in her, twisting her stomach in knots of fury, yet the strange scent-not quite wolf, not quite dog stilled her enough that she choose to watch, rather then attack. If there was a pack here, Selina knew she'd need guile rather then brute force, to either get through, or take them down. She lay on the branch, her claws-on both her hands, and bare feet-digging in to maintain her balance as she stretched out, her stomach pressed against the branch, and her legs positioned just so that she wouldn't fall. The attack had been a suprise. She watched the battle, eyes following the wolves movements, even as it mauled the teens. The presence of not one wolf, but four nearly had Selina growling, yet common sense made her deathly silent. The were-creature threw her off balance, her mind flicking through those she knew. Something Foreign? It didn't seem to matter. Selina let her eyes roam over the people below her, when something seemed to slam into her, almost knocking her off her precarious perch. She gripped the branch tighter, pressing further against the bark, her eyes watching the blonde haired girl, her breathing slightly raggered. No. It couldn't be. It couldn't happen to her, not like this, not with...with...a wolf-because that's what the girl would be. A werewolf. Horror filled Selina, and she tore her gaze away with a massive outpowering of will. She closed her eyes, growling lightly. No. She had not imprinted. She had to force herself to stay where she was, listening to the ambulances sirens grow fainter and fainter, as the distance increased. She clutched the branch tightly, digging her claws in deeper and deeper, she didn't seem to notice the mild pain that came along with it. She had not imprinted. She closed her eyes, for a moment, trying to pretend that she wasn't seeing the blonde haired girl, and her fabolous eyes. She shifted when it seemed all noise had faded and swung down, landing smoothly much like a cat. Retracting her claws, she glanced about, taking in the scents. fear was heavy on the air, as was pain, and she thought she caught a wiff of something intoxicating. Clenching her jaw, Selina hissed out through her teeth. No. Steeling her gaze, she looked about at the blood and destruction, crouching and searching for the tracks of the wolf that had attacked, but it was impossibe-the wolves that had intervened, their prints were all about her, and without knowing who was who, she wouldn't be able to track the wolf and kill it. She glanced up at the moon, growling. She refused to let her thoughts go to the girl, refused to let them linger anywhere near there. She was not going to be mates with a dirty, stinking, wolf. Pressing a hand to her stomach, still in knots, Selina glanced around the camp site again. As begrudingly as she'd want to admit, the teenagers hadn't done anything, and thus she couldn't kill them. Yet. The slightest hint, and she'd be there, killing them. Best to kill them before they learned how to use their new abilities. Of course, the bites might just kill them....and wouldn't that be pleasent for her? Unbidden, her mind drifted back towards that girl, and she growled, walking away from the camp site. There was absolutely no way that she was heading towards town now, and her job would just have to wait for the time being. She had more pressing concerns right now. First up, somewhere to stay. She was sure she had seen somewhere offering lodging...a ranch of some kind? The Running Y Ranch, that was it. It certainly wasn't like she really had to worry about money-taking the jobs she did, she had money set aside to splurge a little. Making her way to the Ranch took some time, but Selina did it, dealing with the clerk behind the counter who was trying to tell her that all the rooms were taken-it was New years, after all. Selina let him waffle on, and then leaned forward. [color=firebrick]"You have rooms, now give me one. I can pay"[/color] She slammed cash down on the counter, and looked the man square in the eyes, tempted to let her blue-werecat eyes shine. She knew she looked a little ragged, being bare-footed, yet this was just intolerable. Finally getting a room, Selina flopped down onto the bed, closing her eyes. Gray eyes haunted her, and Selina growled, rolling over onto her stomach. She was sorely tempted to call her father up, and talk this through with him, but that could easily be a double edge sword. She justed wanted him to tell her that she hadn't imprinted, that it simply wasn't possible. But she knew what he would say, and what was the point of hearing it? She sighed heavily. There was a meowing at the door, and Selina blinked, realising she had forgotten Antaya, but the white bi-coloured eyed cat could fend for herself quite easily. Chances were that she had tracked Selina down. Rising, Selina rose and opened the door, scooping the cat up into her arms, purring already. Returning to the bed, gray eyes haunted her. Damn it.