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Ansel
Jun 20, 2015 10:14:26 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Jun 20, 2015 10:14:26 GMT -5
( Orfeo) Saving him from certain death had been an act of impulse and she hadn't thought about everything else until she had the problems right in her face. Granted, Ansel was a bit taken off and shocked at what had happened. She knew that one day she'd be faced with something that would force her to abandon her current facade and run. Something always showed up after all and so it shouldn't have been that big of a deal for her, but it honestly was. For starters, she never imagined that that something would happen to show up at her work and she never ever even imagined the scenario of having a wolf shifter on her table. > > A week ago she would have laughed at the idea of saving a shifter in the clinic that she worked at. Letting it die would have been her only solution for not only would it get rid of the fact that there was a shifter but she'd be allowed to stay in the place that she'd oh so recently finally accepted as her new home. What she wouldn't have taken into consideration was her own god damn humanity and the fact that she couldn't just kill a person off like an animal. Even if they did look like an animal at that moment in time. However humane it was to save said shifter she hadn't thought her actions completely through and was handed a load that she wasn't sure she was ready to carry. > > The clinic was unable to hold him because he was an actual wolf in the eyes of the humans that ran it and she couldn't really just offer to take it home because of that same problem. So she paid someone to help transfer the animal into what was supposedly the care of some wildlife experts until it recovered. She had done the paperwork and falsified each bit of information as best as she could. Even paying for the damn expensive medical bill and helping load the wolf off to his new home. It was tricky and she knew she was fucked if she got caught but no one even questioned what had happened and at the end of the day, Ansel had the wolf in her home. > > That hadn't been the most brilliant idea but it had been the only one that she'd gotten. She had made sure that the shifter remained unconscious for the four days he remained at the clinic and she'd made sure she had enough sedative if something or another were to happen. She met her objective of getting him away from watchful human eyes but she had a bigger problem now. > > She had a shifter in her goddamn house. > > Saying that Ansel was freaking out was a bit of an understatement but she hadn't known what else to do and now she was stuck. It made her nervous and anxious and honestly scared to have this... Person laying on her bed with her prancing around in the next room. For all she knew, she'd be dead as soon as he woke up and that only made her more paranoid. Hiding anything that could be used as a weapon and keeping a hidden gun on her. She made sure to be constantly fully dressed with her important documents on her and shoes on her feet if anything happened. > > So what was left to do? Wait for the damn thing to wake up.
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Ansel
Jun 21, 2015 0:40:33 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2015 0:40:33 GMT -5
Heathen's world wasn't exactly the best after Fallyn had disappeared from him and his life. The first few days she was gone he figured she was just out doing something, and wasn't answering her phone on purpose nor her texts. Sometimes she had done those kinds of things to him, only to spring up one surprise or another before he became too worried. And with their wedding fast approaching he figured this was what it was as well. Their wedding wasn't going to have many people either, it was meant to be a private affair. If he thought about it now, he would not be able to remember exactly how many people it would be that were invited to their wedding, he could only know that it was Fallyn's family mostly. His family they had discussed it clearly he did not want them, but with his fall into despair, that very conversation had slipped his mind.
Heathen only began to feel ever more worried as the day closed in and still he heard no word from Fallyn; the wedding came, and he had to explain to Fallyn's family that their daughter was nowhere to be found, and then the wedding day went by as quickly as it had come. All Heathen had been left with was a two way airline ticket he had booked to a private island for their honeymoon, and the last note Fallyn had written to him before she disappeared. That she loved him and that she would be back soon. As the wedding day went on by he found himself feeling physically ill, and when the search party was called off after nearly two weeks of continuous searching, Heathen became mentally ill, and fell into a deep despair.
Fallyn kept him sane when it came to his shifts. He did not know how to control himself as a wolf, he was still learning the basics by the time he had proposed to her, and could only real feel truly in control when her scent hit his nose. His - their - home had been perfect while she was gone. Her scent resided, but eventually even that was gone, and Heathen was left with nothing. Not even her clothing had her scent, and the kitchen brought in painful memories.
He began losing control of himself, and three weeks after Fallyn had disappeared, Heathen killed his first person, and when he woke up and felt the taste of blood on his lips, he vomited, and then vomited even more when he noticed chunks of raw meat spew out with the rest of his stomach contents. Control being lost to his wolf came in increasingly larger numbers and quantities, and while he tasted blood every so often when he woke up either in the middle of the woods or back home in bed, he could not recall the events that transpired; Heathen only knew that he had lost control of his body and mind to his wolf and that he had attempted to or actually had succeeded in hurting someone.
One day, while on a walk to try to clear his mind and hopefully, with some luck and hope, try to find Fallyn, he came upon the half-eaten carcass of a teenager, his scent scattered all over her. Heathen, sick to his stomach and pale, fled, and did not dare leave Fallyn and His home again.
That was how he found himself attacking the hunters, and that was how he now found himself drugged, and that was how he had found himself brought to the near point of death, and how he now found himself on a foreign bed, in an alien home, shifted back into his human form, but with covers over himself to hide his naked body. He had his eyes open; the room was empty. But he looked worst off as a human when as a wolf. Heathen was thing, much thinner than what he normally was like. He looked like he had not had a proper meal in days, maybe even a week or so - which he truly had not had a good, healthy meal. Heathen was pale, the color of his skin almost looked drained out. The nervous smile was gone, and where his eyes were once warm and full of life, now they were blank, and stared beyond your soul, past your body. A thousand mile stare that had no specific end point.
A blank, soulless stare.
Heathen yawned softly and sat up slowly. Throwing his legs over the side, he stood, his ribs and his spine showing tight against his pulled back skin that clung against his malnourished body, and the way the way the skin on his face was stretched tight, it could be told easily what state of condition he was in. Trying his best to ignore the pain he felt, Heathen stumbled around the bed and walked to a mirror, and stared at an image he dared not recognize.
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Ansel
Jun 24, 2015 19:59:39 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Jun 24, 2015 19:59:39 GMT -5
Ansel's apartment was small but not that bad. It honestly offered more space then she dared to need. She wasn't one for many material things, having learned in the past that when the time came for her to leave she hardly had the time to gather things that would only hinder her path of travel. So her room was rather empty. A mirror pressed against the wall and a bed. She had a charger plugged in besides her bed and her clothing folded in a plastic bin in one of the corners. The bathroom held more of her essentials and other then that the apartment held no sign of personality. She had enough so that if she had to just suddenly leave she wouldn't lose much.
She was honestly tired. Having forced herself awake and alert for most of the last couple of days. She was honestly nervous but was slowly finding her cool. No one had come to bother her about the shifter and his health had gotten better. Still, she wouldn't expect him to wake up until tomorrow at the earliest and so she figured she'd give herself a small break. So she had been napping on one of the small loveseats she owned. Legs curled up under herself as she laid wrapped around a small thin blanket.
By the time she decided to get up, she felt slightly hungry but decided to change out of her Pajama shorts and tank top first before looking for food. She didn't even know if she had anything at all left to eat she she'd probably call for delivery. Yawning lightly, she pocketed the small gun that seemed glued to her side 24/7 and slowly walked towards her room. The wolf had been laying in her bed, under a set of blankets. The door to her room opened enough so that she could see into it to the bed. So when she saw the pile of blankets she simply thought that the shifter was still sleeping.
So without pausing or hesitation she walked into her room, kicking the door open slightly with her toes as her hands worked on tying her hair up in a messy bun. The first thing she noticed were bared feet and her attention automatically snapped up to look at the male. With wide eyes she looked between him and the bed, now noticing that it was bare of the wolf that had laid there for the last couple of days. It could have been her lack of sleep but she glanced obviously back and forth for a couple of seconds in a confused daze until it clicked in her head.
By that point she was noticing more then his face and her eyes glanced down at his privates and automatically she blushed deeply, blinking rapidly. "You... It... You're naked!!"
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Ansel
Jun 24, 2015 21:15:15 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2015 21:15:15 GMT -5
He closed his eyes a moment later and sighed against the mirror, his breath condensing a small patch of water against the reflective glass, slightly blurring out the area where the tip of his chin was being reflected back at him. There was a pause in Heathen's breathing, a bite of the inside of his cheek, a nervous fiddling with his fingers against the table and a soft fidgeting of his feet against the floor. There was a moment of silence upon where he felt nothing and for that moment believed that he was nothing; however a noise brought him back from his wonderland of nothingness, forced him to remember that he really was something - he was Heathen, a person who had done many bad things over the past few weeks, and a person whom he believed did not deserve the warm walls and soft melody of silence.
Heathen looked over his shoulder to the left and met her eyes, whomever she was, and figured that he had found himself inside her home, wherever it was that her home is at. He saw her reaction and yet he himself did not react, and he looked down at himself and finally realized what she was talking about. "Oh," he murmured, and sighed softly, "so I am." He turned awkwardly and silently, shuffled his feet towards the foot of the bed and pulled a blanket towards him. In the next second the blanket was wrapped tightly around his body, covering up both his privates as well as the way his bones propped against his skin. Not something which he was proud of, two things he felt ashamed of showing to a complete stranger, or at least anyone in full honesty. "I'm... Sorry," he whispered under his breath, holding his arms tight against his chest with fistfuls of the cover to keep the blanket wrapped hard around him. Any good tug would not tear the cloth away from his hands.
"I'm - Uh... do you have any sweatpants or... something?" He looked around the room and bit the inside of his cheek. There was nothing going through his mind that made him question who she was or why he had been brought here. The truth be told the last thing he could really remember when he tried to think back to before he woke up was bright lights and blurred out voices sounding like gibberish, and an unfathomable pain he could not explain. How anything could be able to cause such a tremendous pain was beyond his reach of reasoning. "I'll... I... I'll be on my way soon and-" The rest of the sentence became inaudible with how his voice trailed off, turning into nothing more than a feint moving of his lips, but each one of the words he did say was slow and careful, and fully thought out as best he could muster. It was unlike how he was before, someone who tended to speak fast and stumble upon his own words, clumsy in both speech and footing. Then again, there were only two people in the whole world whom would've noticed the change he had undergone.
So Heathen has that going for himself. The woman clearly did not know who he was before and could only see what he was now. Any awkward questions could be very easily avoided, questions which he would much rather not answer for himself. "I... I am sorry," he began soon after, softly as when he first began speaking, "I guess I, uhm, don't have any manners. My name is... Heathe-" his voice trailed off, and then came back audibly at the beginning of the following sentence. "I don't know how... I got here.."
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Ansel
Jun 29, 2015 17:22:28 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Jun 29, 2015 17:22:28 GMT -5
Ansel was shocked more then anything. For once she wasn't prepared to deal with the situation and it was the one time that he decided that he'd wake up. She was tired and worn out but he looked worse of wear she supposed. So after her little display of word vomit she became hyper aware of the fact that this stranger was the wolf she had taken care of. So even if she seemed relaxed she was taking note on all the exits to her room and how her gun laid on her hip hidden from view. She even remembered to remind herself about the knives she had hidden around her apartment. Just knowing that she had weapons made her feel safer and she was fine with that.
But still, something about this stranger made her pause. Ansel knew that shifters had a habit of automatically sniffing out the dominant and submissive within the room and she wasn't trying to seem dominant at the moment even though that was her automatic response. She was still... A person with a heart, she suppose, and he seemed like... Well, like life had definitely not given him a kind hand. That softened her features slightly but it wasn't because of pity but rather a deep sense of understanding. Even though she didn't know anything she just understood that flickering look in his eyes.
Slowly, she let go of the gun she had her hands on and relaxed visibly to not seem so hostile. "I should have something around here." She told him softly, pointing to the closed door on the opposite side of the room. I'll look for something and lay it on the bed for you but I would suggest a shower first." His body would be stained and sticky from the operation and anything that happened before and afterwards. "I'm in the process of making food, so when you're done just come out and we'll... Figure things out from there." She told him, moving around the room and finding a pair of sweatpants, a shirt, and a clean towel. Ansel liked wearing bigger clothing to sleep but with how thin he was he shouldn't have a problem fitting in what she had laid out for him.
Afterwards, she simply left the room and closed the door behind herself, leaning against it with her hands tight around the doorknob. "What the hell is wrong with you?" She whispered to herself before rolling her eyes and bringing a hand up to slap herself lightly on the head. "You must have been dropped as a child." She added, frowning at herself before walking off to the living room.
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Ansel
Jun 29, 2015 17:40:39 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2015 17:40:39 GMT -5
Heathen blinked a couple of times over. He noticed right off the bat that the woman did not answer the question on where he was before she left the room and she especially did not take the time to introduce herself to him. Not that she needed to, of course. He looked like a mess and any person with half a mind would know to avoid a person such as himself. Hell, he himself would avoid someone like him had Heathen ever met them. Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to think about where he was and how he got there, but all he got in response was a dull headache paining him near the back of his mind. Heathen remained silent and when she was out he dropped the blankets, feeling the soft and plush fabric cover his feet before he stepped away from them, the rough sole of each foot grazing against the floor where each one made contact with every footstep he made.
A shower. How long ago had it been since he last had a shower? Heathen's soft and warm tongue licked at his dry and chapped lower lip, teeth clamping down on a small piece of skin which he pulled apart from his lip and tasted inside his mouth, before scrunching up his nose. He tasted hideous; and Heathen really did not look any better than he tasted as he got full length view of his entire body inside of the bathroom. A soft sight left his lips, his throat ached and felt sore every time he swallowed a wad of saliva. His breath stank. His body stank. Heathen became self-aware of his hideous he looked and it shamed him to appear in such a manner to a complete stranger.
A hand reached up and wrapped itself lightly around his now thin looking neck. His skin was pale and not at all warm as it used to be, but instead had that feint hint of morning frost on the grass in the days just before winter came. His eyes were bloodshot red for some reason or another and felt dry. He yawned, the skin around his chin under this lips folding over slightly. And then Heathen stepped into a shower, a cold shower, so cold it knocked the breath out of his lungs and left him doubled over inside of the shower when he first stepped in. However he knew that he would not be able to handle the hot water. It made him feel like his skin was on fire and...
... and.... it drove him crazy.
Pain... It was not a good thing.
"Right... soap," he murmured even though he barely scrubbed himself with any of it. "Shampoo," he muttered under his breath as he squeezed out a bit unto his hand but, rather, let running water wash it off his hand rather then scrub it against his hair. "And out we go," he said sadly, half an hour later, having only let cold water rinse his body as he stood there, unthinking, mind completely blanked out.
He grabbed the sweatpants and felt them for a moment. Soft and warm. Almost felt delicate to the touch but knew just by the feel of them that they were durable. The shirt felt embarrassingly too big on him, but having been all he had, Heathen walked out of the room dressed in what she had given him, with the wet towel wrapped around his left arm of which he held close to his chest, and there he stood awkwardly against the doorway, looking down at the ground whilst shuffling his feet from side to side.
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Ansel
Jun 29, 2015 18:16:00 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Jun 29, 2015 18:16:00 GMT -5
Ansel hadn't noticed that Heathen was done with his shower or had left the room. From the point in which he stood, to the right there would be three closed doors and to the left, a small hallway that opened up to her living room. The living room wasn't anything too great. A loveseat pressed against a wall with a coffee table in front of it. A small bookshelf filled with books and a table with a small television sitting on it. The television was on but it was on mute. Walking into the living room, there would be a wide opening that would show the kitchen and the kitchen was just as comfortable and modest looking as the rest of her apartment.
There was a set of large patio doors that would lead to the open back area that she shared with the neighbors. Nothing decorated the kitchen other then the necessary things. Fridge, stove, microwave, and a table in the middle of the kitchen with only two chairs. Ansel stood in front of the opened patio door, looking towards the right with a frown on her face. "Have you taken your medication today Ms. Miller?" She asked in a mockingly sweet voice.
"I am twice your age do not make me go over there and beat you with this broom! Have some respect!" Someone shouted angrily.
"Well then stop accusing me of madness and I wouldn't have the need to question your sanity and therefore disrespect you." Ansel said with a shrug, sighing and looking out into the darkening skies. By this point, she was wondering about the stranger in her room but wasn't making much of an effort to rush him or anything.
"That giant dog of yours stomped on my flowers and ruined them! I put so much work into them and I-" Millers was still going on and on as Ansel barely paid any attention to her. In fact, Ansel decided to close and lock the doors and close the blinds, blocking the outside world from seeing into her apartment.
"Crazy hag, temps me to shift and actually go stomp out her flowers! She how she likes it when all her stupid ass flowers are dead on the ground. Hell, she's lucky if I don't take a shit on her precious yard!" She told herself as she moved around the kitchen to finish what she'd done previously.
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Jun 29, 2015 18:30:07 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2015 18:30:07 GMT -5
Heathen, after a few seconds of deliberation, decided to turn left towards where the sounds of people were coming from. One strange, the other familiar, and then suddenly only familiar and nothing else. He sighed out softly, nodded his head in approval of himself, and then took one slow and casual step after another, planning where he would set his foot here and there, trying to avoid anytning that would hurt him. He was tired of the pain he was feeling, a dull ache on his side he couldn't really place very well. A feeling that truly bothered him more than anything else so far. Even more than being in this stranger's home. That at least he could put a little effort into dealing with. The dull pain? Not so much. It would be there and stay there wether he liked it or not.
"Uhm... Hey," he said softly as he reached the kitchen and looked at the woman's back, before turning his gaze away at a moment. "Thanks for the shower," he continued in a soft and nervous tone of voice as his eyes looked around the room at nothing in particular yet at anything that wasn't her in the first place. "Everything smells pretty good," continued Heathen as his stomach rumbled, but when the actual thought of food, any food, came to mind, he felt his stomach also turn itself inside out and a sensation to vomit itched at his mind.
"Do you... Uh... Know how I got here?"
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Ansel
Jun 29, 2015 23:59:33 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Jun 29, 2015 23:59:33 GMT -5
Ansel jumped when she heard his voice. Even if it was soft and barely above a whisper she was startled at the fact that there was someone else in her home and embarrassed with what she had just previously been saying out loud. "H-hey." She said, blinking rapidly and turning towards him to give him her full attention. "Yeah, no problem." She said with a nod as she moved over to grab two plates and fill two cups with apple juice. She placed a plate in front of him, on the tables edge. "Serve yourself as much as you wish. You're stomach is probably feeling all sorts of bad from all that medication. Cotton mouth is also a bitch." She said softly as she moved around the small kitchen to find utensils.
Ansel only served herself after he had served himself and she only talked once again after they've sat down on the table and she'd taken a bite of her food. "Actually, I was hoping you knew what happened to you. Before you ended up here, I mean. I could fill in those blanks."
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Jun 30, 2015 0:12:09 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2015 0:12:09 GMT -5
Serving himself enough to look like a healthy amount, Heathen sat but unlike her he did not take a bite from the food she had made for the both of them. Rather, Heathen slowly scrapped at the plate with the tip of his fork, pushing the meal here and there on the plate, interested in it and wishing that he could eat a little but finding it imposible to bring himself to take even a single bite. "I don't know," he spoke to keep her distracted from his lack of eating. "I... Don't know," he added in a silent whisper before looking up but away from the woman so kind to him.
Too kind to him.
"I guess I did something bad," he whispered lightly as his thumbs slowly rubbed together. His stomach growled lowly. "But I... Can't remem-" the rest of the sentence trailed off into a feint and brief silence before Heathen nervously looked back down at his plate of food. Everything did indeed look absolutely delicious, and it smelt even better too. He had no doubt in his mind that it would taste great, however he also had no doubt in his mind that his stomach would not allow him to keep the food down if he ate too much. And he knew that he would eat much if he dared take a bite.
Biting his lower lip with sharp teeth, Heathen closed his eyes and hunched over a little. "I'm an unnecessary burden," he said with a small groan, standing up suddenly, and wobbling a little as the room suddenly spun for a few seconds from the sense of vertigo. Coughing, he continued. "I need to go. I'm sorry."
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Ansel
Jun 30, 2015 0:37:13 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Jun 30, 2015 0:37:13 GMT -5
(If I overstep any boundaries just let me know and I'll edit it.)
Ansel was starving and she didn't care much for hiding her appetite in front of him. It was a well known fact that shifters could sit down and really eat, so she wasn't shy about her appetite around him. Even if she was shy about it around her coworkers. She took a couple of large spoonful's of her food before slowing down and eyeing him. She then realized that he hadn't even taken a bite from his food and that bothered him, especially since she had just finished warning him about his stomach. Looking down at her plate, she tried to seem casual even though she was deep in thought.
He didn't know what happened to him before he ended up in the clinic that she worked in and she honestly didn't know if he was saying the truth or lying. Furthermore, it bothered her that he seemed so casual about her presence and Ansel was on edge. She wasn't okay with knowing that there was another shifter around and she wondered if he came from a pack. The thought itself made her shiver and snap her attention back up to him in time to see him get up. He paled and she noticed him swaying and automatically, she got up. Taking a step to the side and two forward and coming to his side.
She didn't know why but this situation was already getting on her nerves. So without thinking much into her action, she laid a hand on his shoulder and dug her fingers in, forcing him down and back on his chair. Frowning at him, she shook her head and gave him a pointed look that clearly said 'stay' and it showed no sign of it being a playful joke or anything. Looking at his plate, she frowned at the amount of food on it and dumped a good amount into her plate. Leaving him with a smaller amount of food before placing it in front of him and moving the drink closer to the plate. Humming, she moved to the counter, grabbing a couple of bottles of pills and looking them over before settling down on a white bottle. Opening it, she took out two pills before closing the bottle and placing it back in it's place.
Slowly, she turned around and placed the pills on the table in front of him. "That should be enough food so that you don't puke it out. You need to drink this, enough to hydrate you and take these pain killers." She pointed to the pills, casually leaning against the table and crossing her arms. "So how about you don't become an unnecessary burden and eat?"
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Jul 1, 2015 21:56:03 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 21:56:03 GMT -5
The pain that Heathen felt on his shoulder was... unwelcoming, and that would be an understatement in itself. However the look she gave him forced his mouth shut despite the need to cry out in pain, and kept him from moving where otherwise he would've flinched away hard at the mere approach of a person attempting to touch him. She was fast, too fast for him to recognize and react, or perhaps it was that he became slower than what he actually was before. Dumbfounded, he watched with tight lips as she scattered his food about and left him with a smaller portion, and the pills as well. Her statement left him slightly shocked, although he understood what she was saying. Still...
"I will not... die inside your home," he said softly, not in anger, but merely in some kind of a forced attempt at reasoning. "So why do you..." He shook his head, having learned better than to question the things that happened to him. Maybe he really wasn't going to puke out what little she had left him on the plate. His hand, long and bony, wrapped itself around the glass of water she had placed for him. It was warm, tinges of cold, almost felt like a slight frost had glazed over the palm of his hand. Heathen could feel the shiver travel up his hand and arm like an electric shock that coursed throughout the rest of his body in a strange, heart-beat like rhythm. Heathen brought the glass up to his lips and took a small sip of the beverage. A spark lit up. He pulled the rim away from him and took the pills, placed them atop of his tongue, and then brought the rim up to his lips again and began to drink with more enthusiasm than he did before. It was refreshing. He felt as if he had been starved from the necessity for days.
He may as well have. There was no way for Heathen to know for sure.
A slightly trembling hand set the glass down. "Thank you," he whispered lightly under his cool breath. She was too kind to him. Grabbing the silverware in his hands, Heathen glanced up at her nervously for a second before lifting a tiny bit of food on the tip of his fork. He placed it on his tongue, chewed, and swallowed. Good food... something he could stand eating...
But it was not the same as...
He didn't dare look up from his plate. Other than his jaw moving up and down and his arms darting back and forth from plate to body and body to plate, he held completely still, like a dead body, legs and torso and shoulders all petrified in place, afraid to change, to make the wrong move.
At a moment he paused and then said softly, "I am alone... if... that is what worries you." He sighed out softly and placed his silverware down. His body was hunched. Hair had grown out and was falling over his eyes. He trembled, afraid. Was she lulling him into a false sense of well-being or was she being sincere in her care for his health. "No... other shifters... no... people... I think. I am alo-" voice one more trailed out again, as if unwilling to admit to the fact that he truly was alone.
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Jul 13, 2015 15:32:38 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Jul 13, 2015 15:32:38 GMT -5
Ansel remained in her place, arms folded across her chest and eyes shifted downwards watching his every move. She wasn't kidding when she told him to stay and do as she said. Granted, it was a rather bold silent request but if he tried getting up, she'd do the same all over again. Her temples throbbed in annoyance at the thought of having to force him to eat but she saw two possible outcomes to that very situation. She'd either tranquilize him once again or slam his face unto the plate repetitively until he either choked on the food that was being forced up his nostrils or choked on blood from his broken face.
The idea was so suddenly violent that she found herself glaring and stiffening. What was she even thinking? Rather yet, what was she even doing? He wanted to leave and that would have been the simplest thing to do. It would give her enough time to pack and figure out what she was going to do next so why was she so hesitant? Silently, she moved to her plate and picked it up, walking towards the counter between the sink and the stove and jumping on it. Sitting down with her plate in her hand as she ate and watched him. A couple of bites into her plate and she was moving the food in her mouth more then she was chewing and swallowing. Her appetite was gone for now so she simply placed the plate off to the side and continued to watch him.
She was replying to his words before she could even realize what she was saying. Her words coming off cold and bitten, "This place is not my home." She said sharply before inhaling deeply and jumping off the counter to clean up after herself. Or, well, keep herself busy so the trembling of her hands and the uneasy expression behind her eyes was hidden a little bit better. She hadn't meant to snap and she hadn't meant to have said what she did but this situation seemed to be getting the best of her.
Ansel wasn't used to being around shifters and it had been so long since she had been around one for more then five minutes. Her shifter side, her personality, her identity it was all well hidden. When she chose to become Cynthia and live in this apartment and work in the clinic she chose to become Cynthia. Fitting herself into the skin of another person and becoming them. Her favorite color wasn't her own, her way of speech, her interest, her hobbies. Everything was Cynthia and having been just that for such a long time she forgot what it was like to be... Well, Ansel. Shifter runaway.
Truth be told she knew this wasn't her home and she knew that she had to be ready to leave at moments notice but she had fallen comfortable with this little modest place that she had created. She had come to see it as her home and as she spared a glance in Heathen's direction the reality settled in and she realized that she had fooled herself for such a long time. When he spoke about being alone, she froze. Hands awkwardly stranded midair as she reached to grab a napkin to clean her hands with. Alone? Was he really alone? Taking in a shaky breath she shook her head and snapped out of it quickly, resuming her activities before once again turning around to him.
Face calmed as she crossed her arms again. "You're not alone. Some cop picked you up from the side of the road injured and from the looks of it someone had tried killing you. Brought you to the clinic I work at and..." She shrugged then, not thinking it was important to tell him that she chose to save him. "Here you are. You're a shifter and I panicked at the idea of you suddenly waking up human in a dog cage in such a public place, if you know what I mean. Regardless? You're not alone. I don't know what happened but someone is looking for you. You're not healthy and I doubt that you could hold your own in a fight in your current condition. Now I'll be damned if I risked my career just to have you leave and get in trouble and die anyways."
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Ansel
Jul 13, 2015 17:05:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2015 17:05:31 GMT -5
The plate was empty so now there was nothing else for him to do other than just sit in his place and look down at his plate for a little while as she spoke, and then once she finished speaking he glanced up at her and stared at no particular part of her body; not her eyes nor her lips nor her nose. More like he stared at the wall over her shoulder, or the colors which there were. Strangely he felt more comfortable with a full stomach, and that did end up concerning him a little. He remembered when he used to eat a lot more than simply a quarter of a plate of food, and still want to eat more. Now? Three bites and he felt like he would throw up if he had another bite. Sad, really.
"Sorry," he said genuinely softly. "I didn't mean to offend..." He stopped and gulped down a wad of saliva that had built up near the back of his throat. "I just... Well, I guess that my alone is different from what you say is alone. I meant it like... You know... People most of the time do not care about me, and I haven't really been with people around me for a long time. And then, you know, there is someone hurting me now so I... I guess I made another one of my mistakes. Which... Well, I never meant to make a mistake but I guess it just happens." He paused, and, suddenly feeling extremely thirsty, he reached and drank up the rest of the drink left on his cup. Mistakes? Yes, he knew what mistakes he spoke of. Attacked someone that had the right sense to fight him back as well as the right equipment. He attacked someone who was more than willing to hunt him down if need be because he had the unfortunate luck to attack a hunter.
Fallyn had told him of hunters before, skimmed over things a little, during one of their more serious talk. People who did not like shifters and hunted them down and killed them whenever possible. People he should always avoid. It had frightened him but she made him forget of it all quickly.
And now it all came back. "I was the one trying to kill. He or she was simply just defending themself to be honest." Heathen shrugged and looked the other way. "I don't know what to do," he continued softly, "and I do not think that you know what to do with me either. I can tell. It's always better to be rid of me, trust me." He looked down. "People like me turn into hassles, and hassled get others hurt."
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Ansel
Jul 14, 2015 4:25:12 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Jul 14, 2015 4:25:12 GMT -5
There was something about his expression that made her feel a heavy ache in her chest. Maybe it was the way he seemed to want to occupy as little space as possible or the deep set look in his eyes that showed nothing but pain. But his pain was more then physical and the way he spoke made that much clear. The way he spoke about being uncared for made him come across as a rogue and it was a small breath of relief because she at least knew that she wouldn't have an angry pack knocking at her doors. Still, that relief was short lived as he continued and she felt a heavy nervousness settle in her chest.
At that moment, the place that she had called her home and was slightly reluctant to leave behind was a place where she felt no shelter. Ansel stiffened slightly and began moving around the kitchen. Opening cabinets and checking her belongings. From where Heathen sat it was clear that she had barely anything. Enough food in her fridge for a meal and a snack. Hell, her whole apartment was barely furnished and it would have seemed as if she had just moved in. Truth be told, Ansel had led this life for two years without being interrupted and she had, in fact, began truly meaning it when she called this place her home.
"There are water bottles in the fridge and I'll just put the leftovers away in case you would like some later on." She said softly, double checking that the door in the kitchen was locked before closing the shading all the way. "So, what you're saying is that..." She trailed off and sat once again in her chair. "That you're a rogue who tried killing a hunter and therefore, there are hunters after you?" Ansel seemed rather calmed about what she was saying. "And you're been unconscious for days and here we are, another day spent here in this apartment as if nothing would happen."
Ansel shrugged lightly before leaning forward and placing her head against the cool surface of her table, "Oh, fuck me." She groaned, shoulders sagging in defeat. "You say that I can get rid of you as if I'm holding you against your will but truth be told You can do whatever you want." She explained lightly, turning her head to look in his direction while pouting. "But you know what will happen? The moment either one of us opens that door to leave, there could be a bullet engraved between our eyes from your beloved hunter friend. Regardless of if it's you or me. He won't leave without coming down into this apartment and then the other one of us will follow in death soon after."
She paused for a while before biting her lower lip. She seemed a bit childish in her behavior. As if she was someone who would pout and complain before getting her ass into gear and doing what needs to be done. Cynthia was afraid of confrontation and even if she didn't kiss ass, she was submissive enough to not be seen as a threat or as someone who even had half a backbone. Ansel on the other hand, she was different and after having to burry herself so deeply inside of who Cynthia was, it was hard for her to grasp the seriousness of the situation and snap her ass into shape. This in itself made her come across as someone who was bipolar as fuck.
"Regardless? What are you going to do? Where will you run? I fucked myself over helping you already and there is no turning back from this point. It's a shame if I die and you die too despite my efforts to help you. I'm sure there is someone out there waiting for you so let's get you back to wherever the hell you came from. Alive and in one piece preferably."
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