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Aug 8, 2015 6:45:56 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2015 6:45:56 GMT -5
"Oh," murmured Heathen softly. "Right.... Right..." Of course she was right. And although he would not mind having been killed at that moment, all things considered and with what he had done, Heathen figured that him saying that would not bode well with the woman. That, and the fact that she should not be punished for having ended up in his life as well. The woman shouldn't have any form of injury and if anything, he could make it pass as if she wasn't a shifter. But... Heathen stopped himself from thinking too much, afraid that overthinking the situation would end up in something bad happening and it being all his fault.
Either ways he almost scoffed at her last remark, choking on thin air as he looked at her before shaking his head. "I... Uh, I have a house in the middle of the woods... I don't know, east? West? I don't know where we are but it... It's pretty isolated. I mean, enough for people not to find me easily, you know. It.... It... Belonged to-" heathen stopped himself short, "it belongs to me, see..?" He swallowed nothing for a few seconds and closed his eyes, sighing, and then opening them, looked at her. "Listen miss, I-I-I didn't mean to get you involved in any mess at all I'm really... Really sorry. Please just... There's got to be some way I can leave. The sooner I leave the better it's for you and..." Heathen looked down at the ground, "I don't mean for people to get hurt. Really I don't. Please because if y get hurt too, miss, I don't know. It's not good miss."
Heathen paused. Looked away. There was a deep ache around his shoulders, close to his neck. Tensed muscles. A throbbing headache. He hated the way his ribs felt against his skin. It was nearly disgusting. If he had any kind of actual amount of food in his stomach he was sure that he would've thrown it all up. "I'm sorry... I'm just..,com really tired," he admited finally in defeat. "I'm... Exhausted."
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Aug 15, 2015 16:50:32 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Aug 15, 2015 16:50:32 GMT -5
Ansel couldn't really figure out what it was about him that bothered her so damn much. But the feeling clung to her like an uncomfortable silence and every time he spoke in his circles she wanted to shift in her seat and frown. Maybe it was the way he was being but she knew better then to blame anything on him. After all, she'd be that way too in the presence of a stranger. Saying enough but nothing at all at the same time. She nodded softly and continued to watch him until he admitted that he was tired.
Truth be told, so was she.
"I... Get it, okay?" She said softly. "You look like death, kid. A lot has been going on and there isn't much to do about it at this time right? Just... Sit and wait for the bullet to hit or miss." She paused and took a deep breath, blinking multiple times and stretching her arms. "You're more then welcome to stay and you're more then welcome to take your leave whenever you're ready, I'm not holding you hostage after all. So go back to the room. Sleep, shower, eat. Do whatever you need to do to recover. Relax, I'll keep watch if anything so you can at least have a safe night."
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Aug 17, 2015 21:53:21 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2015 21:53:21 GMT -5
Heathen, without much satisfaction, stood up slowly at the end of her rant. He felt like he had done bad being here, placing her in danger as well. But he knew who the real monster was, despite what might be outside. Another reason for him to get away from her as soon as he could. His morose state of being could be easily worsened by the simplest of things, Heathen was well aware of this. He took a small quick breath and rubbed his right eye with the inside of his forefinger. "Yeah... I think I'll be in the room for a little bit." His stomach growled uncomfortably. He hoped she hadn't heard it. "Thank... Thanks you, miss." His gaze was cast downwards rather than at her, as someone who was in trouble with someone else would. "I'll take my leave."
He turned and walked, slowly, not quite a lumber but not much of a limp either. What he was now... It healed him faster. Though he could still remember feint female words telling him he wasn't quite the way he should, and he ought to be careful. No careless actions. He was still very much human and this he need not anyone to remind him of.
Heathen pushed the door open and closed it lightly behind him, locking the door. He pulled his hand back but hesitated as he stared at the doorknob. Biting his lower lip, Heathen unlocked the door and opened it, however he left it partially closed. He was a human that had eaten another human and... He blinked hard until stars began to float around his vision and shook his head lightly. These were not things he should be thinking of now. Once more he headed to the mirror; stumbling on his feet he caught himself on the desk and looked at the reflection. What stared back was... Heathen looked away, passing a hand through his hair, scratching his scalp roughly as he fell back on the bed, arms splayed out to either side like a cross.
The rumbling came again. Heathen groaned. "Shut up," he murmured to himself, and closed his eyes, which suddenly felt heavy, and left him unable to open for the next ten minutes. But when he woke up he wasn't himself, and thee hunger that he felt, he now realized,ceas something for other than common foods heathen, or at least the wolf heathen was, wanted to feel flesh the torn apart between his jaws, and in his brief sleep he had shifted. The first scent that caught his eye was overwhelming. A woman. Nearby. The room reaked of her scent. He rolled over and fell heavy unto the floor.
Quickly clambering unto his feet, Heathen awkwardly moved from one side of the room to the other, sniffing and growling at the wardrobes, unable to follow a particular scent soecifically becase Her scent was everywhere.
It caused his head to begin hurting. Heathen began feeling irritated.
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Aug 18, 2015 20:39:04 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Aug 18, 2015 20:39:04 GMT -5
Ansel had quickly gathered her things and taken a shower the moment Heathen locked himself in her room. The shower lasted less then five minutes despite the fact that the water was warm and welcoming and she didn't want to do much but stand there. Wearing a white biker-back tank top and a pair of short grey sweat shorts. She walked barefooted across the living room as she dried her hair and opened her closet door. Inside there was a locker with it's doors locked. It was odd, yes, but Ansel didn't even hesitate as she moved the dial and entered the code. Unlocking the lock and opening it.
Inside there was a large collection of multiple weapons. Knives, guns, bombs. Syringes and veils with colorful liquids inside, all unlabeled. There was a bag of money at the bottom. Inside she carried a pair of fake ID's, and about five thousand dollars in case. Big bills for it to take up less time and a couple of credit cards as back up. She had a change of clothes a small first-aid kit and a couple of weapons pre-selected in case she didn't have time to pick her own afterwards. Throughout the house she had a couple of triggers that she could pull to start a small explosion that would set the locker on fire to get rid of any evidence left behind.
Throwing the towel on the ground, she moved the bag aside and sighed deeply. Closing her eyes she leaned on the cool doors before moving away from it and walking around the living room. She was going to start putting anything that would give way to her identification inside of the locker just in case things got heavy. She looked up at the slightly opened door to her room and paused, swearing she saw an odd movement. Quickly she dismissed it as paranoia and went back to the task at hand.
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Sept 5, 2015 2:20:27 GMT -5
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Heathen paused and looked up, startled, then turned his head and looked towards the main door that leads out of the room. He heard the noise, and, instinctively, growled lowly under his breath. The passing shadow and slightly darkened figure that he caught out from the corner of his eye had his attention, forcing his feet to pull the rest of his body towards the door. Heath huffed against the door a hot breath, then nudged it slowly to peek across the hallway.
He followed his nose, the man inside unaware of what was happening. He followed instinct and primal hunger rather than common sense or the thought of doing the morally and ethically correct thing, as the normal Heathen would have wanted to do from the beginning. Sadly, for him, he had no choice, for he had too much of a lack of control. In the end, the woman he had just found and whom he now stood behind from, from across the room, would only be another guilty memory he would have when he woke up. Just another person he killed, another person he ate. Cannibalism. The thought almost sickened him.
The thought did sicken him. But no such thoughts crossed his mind at the current moment.
It took but a moment of hesitation to see if she would turn to face in his general direction, but the wolf once Heathen began his leap across the room to pounce on the woman, barking savagely and jaws snapping at the air as he aimed to tear her throat apart in one fell swoop.
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Sept 11, 2015 11:27:41 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Sept 11, 2015 11:27:41 GMT -5
Ansel was busy thinking about how she needed to be more careful. A selfless act had led to a couple of consequences that she wasn't ready to face. Still, she didn't mind save a life and honestly she wished that someone would spare her the dignity of not offing her in her shifter form when her time came, but still. Dealing with Heathen, his hunter, her fake life, and her own danger seemed to be enough to start making her sober down as the time passed.
Being this person she had forgotten just how dangerous her life was. She had pretended to the extent that her own problems and worries seemed to be fake and made up but she knew better then that. After all, now she had to deal with hunters, a pack, and her 'King'. She felt suddenly exhausted. Maybe she could convince Heathen to move with her elsewhere or if anything at least try to help him before she left but she had it in mind to start getting the ball rolling by midday tomorrow if she didn't want to risk anything.
Ansel froze when her ears registered an unknown sound in the otherwise silent apartment. All previous thoughts died in her mind and she turned around quickly just to see Heathen barking and jumping at her. With a growl of surprise she dropped down on the ground, seeing as his aim was high, he would have gone over her. "Heathen!" She yelled out in anger. How dare he attack her in her home after she had done so much!
Frowning, she stood up slightly and waited for the next attack, unsure of what she should do at the moment.
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Sept 20, 2015 0:20:05 GMT -5
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Heathen's clumsy nature caused him to not account for the fact that he was overshooting his target, nor that his target would be more agile and astute to her surrounding than he assumed. Ansel ducked easily and he didn't lay even a small scratch on her skin before he was stumbling on his feet upon the clumsy landing, sliding on his paws and clawing at the air before freezing and growling, turning around once more to face the woman who now stood frowning at him, to him seeming as if a mother was frowning at a child who had tried to do something bad to her.
Not quite intimidated yet a little more aware of his surroundings, Heathen tried to take in everything that would either aid or obstruct him on his hunt. With small huffs he looked from side to side and checked for any kind of loose object the woman could use as a weapon against him, made mental tabs of what they were and where they were located, and then looked back in her direction to make sure she was still at bay and not approaching her. Heathen did this three times, and each time he added a new item to his mental list before his eyes darted back to the body of mass from which a beating heart he could hear.
A beating heart just like his, belonging to a human just like him, a human he had an intention of killing simply to feed. A heart just like his used to be before the woman he cared for fixed it for him, and kept him from dying. And yet here he was seeking his own death in the least honorable manner possible. Heathen stood his ground, keeping his eyes on her, and then started to pace slowly in her direction.
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Oct 28, 2015 4:43:01 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Oct 28, 2015 4:43:01 GMT -5
She felt a cold rush crawl up her spine and spread around her body, automatically, she mistook this sensation for fear. The hairs on her back on her neck stood and both her arms and legs filled with goosebumps that she wanted to rub away. Yet, she didn't feel the need to move and her 'flight or fight' instincts failed to kick in as she watched the wolf who had attacked her seconds earlier. His eyes darted around the room and she knew what he was doing. Ansel also knew that he had already known she was carrying a weapon. She always did from the moment that she brought him into her home.
At first, she carried a blade and a p226 on her side at all times. However, the Glock felt heavy and it was annoying trying to carry it 24/7 with the type of clothing that she wore for comfort. Even with a holster at her side the thing annoyed her and it wasn't kind to show off a weapon while trying to be a decent host to her guest. She couldn't hide it in her pockets because even when she wore thick sweat pants they would be weighted down from one side. The suppresser she used didn't help her case any, either. She wasn't about to shoot a gun without a silencer in her house. Not only would that alert her neighbors and have the police swarming the place but it gave her no time to clean up after the act was done. Due to the nature of the beasts she dealt with, she couldn't afford leaving the body of a shifter behind discarded while she made a run for it. Not only that, but she was sure that in the case of such thing happening, the people that were after her would definitely get a lead that she wasn't all too willing to give.
So she had decided to store the gun away and stay true to her sharp objects and a small but effective tranquilizer. Her gaze hardened the moment Heathen started pacing towards her and she took the time to reach behind her and close the locker, automatically locking the doors so that he couldn't use her own weapons against her. By the third step, she had already reached into the strap of her pants and pulled out butterfly knife. Her hands playing with the legs of the blade as it twirled in her grip and exposed the sharp knife inside.
"If this is your version of a joke, I guarantee you it isn't funny." She said in a low tone, regretting how loud she had previously screamed in her surprise. As he walked towards her, she would take a step away and turn, keeping her body facing him at all times while maintaining distance. As she circled slightly left, she made sure to try to find an opening to his body in case she would need to attack him in return. After all, she'd been the one to work on him and she knew where his weakest points by injury would be at. " "If this isn't a joke then I can promise you that this isn't a step that you want to take." She spoke in the same monotone and cold voice. There was no hint of fear or submission in her tone. In fact, she simply sounded annoyed and unconsciously, she realized that what she had previously assumed was her body reacting to fear was simply her body taking in an adrenaline rush that she had for so long not felt but seemed to be addicted to just as she'd always been. This, however, wasn't something Ansel was ready to admit to herself.
"So, if I may suggest," She paused before her body tensed, shoulders lowering and back curling forward as if she was ready to pounce but was holding a position of defense as well. "You take your little body back into that room and change. We'll talk like people then. If not, and you take another step closer towards me, I'm going to stab your eyes out and feed you your own damn tongue because I'm most definitely not in the mood for this. Just because I saved your life once doesn't mean that I won't hesitate to end it."
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Nov 3, 2015 2:18:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2015 2:18:41 GMT -5
And all of the sudden, without warning, Heathen's crazy wolf decided that the best course of action was to bid a hasty retreat. His targets, whenever he actually attacked someone, were people unable to defend themselves. Many times over he had learned that people who knew how to defend themselves were people he could not handle. He wasn't strong. He wasn't agile. Despite being a wolf, he was still Heathen, and Heathen was nothing at all. Threats came easy to his ears. He stared up at her. His eyes shifted from threat to terror. Growls turned to slight whimpers. Instead of pacing towards her, he began to take small steps backwards.
She saved his life. She could easily take him. She could take it. She probably knew his body better than he did. Heathen gulped and dashed his head from left to right. Eyes darted, crazed and terrified. For a brief moment he considered an attack once more, but backed out. Survival instinct took over more and more. Heathen paced backwards, slowly, then slightly faster before yelping loudly. He snapped his jaws and growled as he turned clumsily, yelping loudly as he knocked over a lamp when bumping against a table. The shattering resonated loudly against his ears, he ran faster, trying to turn into the doorway but ended up slamming body first against the side of the wall. His breath knocked out, he limped into the room and screamed in fear as his body snapped in too many placed to count. His skin caught fire
Heathen closed his eyes and thought happy thoughts as the changes happened. Happy thoughts to distract his mind. Happy thoughts that didn't involve the breaking bones or the painful jaws or the weird smells and sounds that came from him. Was he human? Was he wolf? Even he didn't know what he could possible be during this phase. The screams became less canine and more human, until it was a naked a heathen laying on the ground, crying and screaming in pain for a few seconds before sobering up as dopemine flooded his systems.
He bit his lip while keeping his eyes shut tight, reaching over to the bed, he dragged a bed sheet from the bed and wrapped it around himself. Sniffing, he felt around the room with his body as he scooted up against a wall, huddling closed to himself. "The colors are too bright," he whispered to himself lightly, reminding himself that he didn't need to open his eyes yet.
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Feb 1, 2016 22:46:05 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Feb 1, 2016 22:46:05 GMT -5
Ansel wasn't backing down and even though she could tell his shifter form had lessened his aggression she was pushing forward to push her point. She did stop the moment he started freaking out and automatically went back to her closet and threw her weapon inside and closed the doors to the locker and then the closet itself. By then he was back in the room, screaming and shifting back. But because Ansel was Ansel, she didn't care for his need of privacy and moved back to her room, standing inside and staring at him openly as he changed back.
She was a doctor, well, not really. She did train herself for certain things so the aweful sight before her didn't make her scream, puke, or even feel the need to look away. She's seen worst after all, but it still made her chest feel tight and heavy. When he spoke, she turned around and simply turned off the light, moving across the room afterwards to close the shades inside of her room. She realized that he was covered in a thin blanket and moved over to the opposite side of the room to grab a soft purple blanket from her closet. The material was warm and soft. Akin to what would be given to a baby and she simply unfolded it and moved it over her shoulders as she moved towards him and leaned against the wall and sat right next to him.
"Come here, Heathen" She ordered, holding her arms out and open for him.
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Feb 3, 2016 22:46:32 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2016 22:46:32 GMT -5
Heathen had his eyes closed tightly and was trembling uncontrollably, sniffing as he tried to make the tears stop but the tighter he closed his eyes the more they fell. It stung and hurt and his chest felt like it was on fire. His ribs ached, feeling as if they had just fractured under an immense force. He couldn't hold himself in place as his body rocked back and forth slightly. He as scared of himself, of those around him, and of what was inside of him. "I-I can't handle the colors y-yet," he continued to sob, not knowing why the colors was what freaked him out the most of the entire experience.
He heard her voice, and felt obliged to do as she said. His body scooted a little bit in her direction but then he stopped and just curled up tighter under himself. "I'm sorry," he cried to Ansel, but mostly to himself. "I couldn't stop I don't k-know how to s-stop and it hurts it hurts so m-much." He paused and took a deep, shaky breath that caught up in his chest halfway through, forcing him to cough for a few seconds before he could find his voice again. "God it hurt so much," he continued. "My chest and my arms and my hands and my legs and my back and my eyes... My ears hurt. The noises are too loud." Heathen could not have closed his eyes more tightly. His nails had begun to dig themselves into his sides as he held himself tighter and tighter.
"I-I wasn't like this b-before." He commented softly, then slowly began to once more rock his body back and forth.
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Feb 16, 2016 14:35:09 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Feb 16, 2016 14:35:09 GMT -5
Ansel ended up frowning at his words, Heathen was far newer to the shifter scene then she could have imagined and the fact that he was out here, alone, claiming he had no one did nothing more then infuriate her. It was one more fact -one more reason- as to why that Alpha was correct. Shifters are starting to lose their own self identity and she felt disgusted when she thought of why anyone would do this to anyone else. It wasn't a joke and it definitely wasn't a blessing.
"You can't handle the colors because you're not done with your shift yet." She said in a soft voice, not wanting to startle him. Quickly, she continued speaking before he freaked out at her words. "You look fine and you are fine but being so tensed doesn't help it go by any easier or faster. I know it syucks and it hurts but your skin and your bones are not the only thing changing. Everything inside of you does too, even your eyes, it's why you sometimes think your vision is acting up when it isn't. As a wolf, your eyes shift to see as a canine would. If your tense and scared that'll add to your hostility, Heathen."
She moved closer to him, forcing herself behind him with a leg on either side of him. SHe wasn't touching him yet although he was less then an inch from between her legs. She could see his back twitching, spine arching under his back and she knew he wasn't done with his change. He was tensed and his muscles couldn't finish the shift or relax enough to let his insides fall back into place. "Whoever did this to you... I hope they pay for their crime. No one should have the power to play God like this. They're disgusting." Her voice was filled with anger and pure hatred towards someone she didn't know but to Ansel it didn't matter.
Her life was ruined by this and now she was forced to accept it or let it destroy her.
"Don't apologize, just relax. Think of it like vomiting. You're gagging and you start to get nauseas and you can fight it ad swallow it down but it'll happen anyways. I know that's a silly example but just relax, just let go and I promise you'll come back and everything would be okay." That's what she would do. Let her mind wander and let all the tension off her shoulder. IT was hard, but it was the easiest way. "You'll feel a bit of pain at first but if you consintrate on how funny it feels and all the new sensations of things going back into place you'll barely feel it."
She leaned forward and curled herself behind him, laying her cheek on his back and wrapping her arms around until her hands were holding his. "I wasn't like this either, someone... They..." No, she wouldn't go there. Not now and not ever. "Just let me help you."
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Feb 18, 2016 0:06:51 GMT -5
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Heathen heard explanations that sounded vaguely familiar to his ears, similar hints and pieces of advice that he had been given before by another person. Yet at the moment he felt too afraid, found himself unable to think clearly enough to actually do what he was told. He wasn't used to any of this, and he felt like he would never be. Things inside of him were moving in ways they shouldn't even have nudged in the first place. It literally felt like his body was tearing itself apart. He could feel his skin along his spine stretching out against the bone that felt as if it wanted to tear free away from him.
It was painful, and scary, and even in her embrace he could find no comfort. All Heathen could really do was close his eyes tightly and try to do what she told him to do. Let it happen. Like vomit. He nodded to himself. Like vomiting. If he held it in things would only be worse. He was still going to vomit and- Heathen suddenly felt like vomiting as he heard fingers crack loudly. But maybe it wasn't as loud as he felt it was, or perhaps it was even more so. But he could hear it, feel it, and it made his stomach churn.
"I'm sorry," he whispered silently, though not at himself nor at her, seemingly at some unknown person that wasn't in the room, that nobody but Heathen could see. He bit his lower lip and finally slumped a little in submission, forcing his body to relax as much as he possibly could, and shutting his eyes tight to keep the too vivid colors out of his vision. His rapidly beating heart suddenly began to slow down to a more normal pace, that which was in keepimg to a normal person, and as the seconds went by the movements inside his body slowly began to cease until... As quickly as it started, it ended. Heathen sat, trembling from a chill that didn't exist, his hair a mess, sweat pouring down his face. A little bit of blood dribbled from the corner of his lip, but he felt so exhausted, so drained from energy that even the simple action of lifting a hand to clean his face felt like an impossible task.
His breathing was hard and forced and wheezed every once in a while. His long thin fingers let themselves be held by unknown hands, and even with her voice echoing in the back of his mind asking him to let her help him, Heathen couldn't help himself but feel devastatingly alone in a world he had at one point been excited to explore. "My eyes feel.... They feel better now," whispered Heathen softly from just under his breath, trying to pull away from her grasp. However he was too weak to move, and found that struggling would only make things worse for him. Heathen allowed himself to be held, however he felt uncomfortable. "But it feels like the back of my eyes still ache." Heathen licked at his teeth. "My... Teeth are still sharp. They almost just cut my tongue. I..."
Heathen finally opened his eyes and took in the world around himself. "Didn't know how to stop myself," he continued solemnly, then quickly fell silently as he twisted his bottom lip between his teeth, feeling his canines prick at his skin. He had stopped bleeding from the corner of his mouth, though in place instead was a dried trail of blood that around the curve of his chin and down his neck before stopping just short of his collar bone. "I apologize," he finally said, and managed to mush his way out of her grasp, forcing himself to crawl away from her, coughing softly as he used the bed as support to get himself back on his feet. As soon as his legs and feet began taking the full weight of his body, he could feel them tremble, and a scared Heathen immediately reached out for the edge of the bed with his left hand, his back to the woman, as he stared at a wall and waiting for his composure to come back to him. "I knew what I was doing. I didn't know how to stop it. It feels wrong, and right."
Heathen blinked and looked down. The usual twinkle of life that usually brew out of his chocolate eyes was gone.
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Mar 18, 2016 3:48:53 GMT -5
Post by Decoii on Mar 18, 2016 3:48:53 GMT -5
Ansel, for the first time in a long time, felt lost. She wanted to help him but didn't know how and that didn't settle so well with her. In fact, it bothered her deeply because she could clearly remember a time where she was in his shoes and only wished for someone to help her. She couldn't remember anything before she met the shifters and that Bastard of an Alpha, and she still couldn't understand if she had felt like that was a good thing, or a bad one. But regardless of that, Ansel just felt like there really was no help.
She focused on just holding him, thinking it was the best she could do when it came to making him not feel alone. But Ansel didn't know anything about Heathen and therefore didn't really know what he needed at the moment in order to be put at ease or at least out of pain. When Heathen's muscles tensed and shifted under his back, she immediately but rather slowly pulled away. She didn't want to move quickly because it could startle him just as much as moving slowly could potentially alarm his shifter side and therefore, he could attack her and triggered the process he'd just cried his way through.
To be honest, she expected him to attack her or turn once again. That thought frightened her not because she'd be having to deal with him as a wild animal, once again, but she knew that the possibility of him successfully going through another shift had gone further down while the probability of him dying had done nothing more then gone up through the roof. However, when she noticed he'd simply gone to move out of her hold, she couldn't help but feel offended in how he chose to do so. Her cheeks warmed up and she felt her brows lower/ Ansel felt rather pissed at him for his obvious reaction towards her but she was also embarrassed at her slip-up . "Just tell a girl to move away next time." She snapped and stood up, choosing to hide her embarrassment with mocked anger.
However, once that was out of her system she blinked once again and looked at the wall across the room. In her attempt to help him feel better and recover from whatever had traumatized him, she had forgotten about a small detail that had suddenly become the big elephant in the room. Of course he'd move away from her in the way that he did and she honestly couldn't believe that she'd missed such a thing to begin with. With a now obviously naked Heathen in the room, it was impossible for Ansel to relax and with a pounding heart, she began to wildly shake her head. "No, no, no! I wasn't trying to start something or hit on you or some shit!"
Great, now she'd only managed to make things ten times worse for the two of them. Shaking her head, she headed to the door. "I-if you need anything you know where to find it snd if not... You know where to find me," After a long pause she turned around and kept her eyes on his face. "What I'm trying to say is thst whoever did this to you -whoever turned you- should rot in hell.
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Apr 7, 2016 1:30:40 GMT -5
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Heathen only ended up looking downwards at the floor during the small outburst that he got from her, closing his eyes softly as he attempted to shut out the loud noises. Not because it was hurting him physically, but because he didn't feel himself to be emotionally prepared to handle someone reprimanding or reacting negatively to him. Not yet at least. He bit his lower lip a little, knowing that he wasn't even ready to be interacting with someone else so close to said person when his own body reacted in ways he could not control. Yet here he was, trembling slightly, hoping that the bad things would go away quickly, wishing he was back in his bed again, at home, to wait and wait, and hopefully not hurt anyone else.
Heathen finally opened his eyes and looked upwards to see her, look at her eyes, and whisper softly. "I'm sorry if I upset you," he said, and then coughed lightly in response to his own words. "I'm just not... Used to human touch. I don't... Trust myself around others and, still, here I am, right?" He smiled softly, or, tried at least. What came out instead was a half smirk with very little enthusiasm that both looked and felt forced. His eyes did focus on her as she said those last words and... He found himself unable to reply in return, because he didn't know how to feel about that. He almost nodded softly, almost shook his head, almost spoke up, but kept still and quiet. For what felt like a solid minute of engrossed thinking. His eyes wandered to the wall behind her shoulder. "It's been hard," he said, and strangely, with that realization in mind, he smiled.
A hand picked up some clothing, he walked to the bathroom, and he locked the door behind himself. There he stood for a few moments, thinking, before moving about to quickly get dressed. Heathen made sure to avoid looking at himself in the mirror until after he was dressed. Leaning against the counter, his eyes focused on themselves, then followed his right index finger as he trailed it around his chin, by the curve of his jaw and up his cheek the the corner of his left eye. Heath couldn't help but wonder if he looked as tired as he saw himself at the moment, with sleepless bags under his eyes, and a phased out look to his gaze, or if it was just some slight figment of his imagination. Either way, he knew he wasn't looking his best, and for the first time in a while. Felt conscious about his appearance. There was not much he could do about it.
Water poured hot from the sink. He cupped his hands under the stream and bent over to bring his face closer to the drain. Closing his eyes, Heathen felt for the water to start tipping over from the edge of his hands, and then threw the water on his face. Twice more he repeated that motion, the third time making him gasp out softly at how hot it was. He hadn't honestly noticed. He reached with his left hand for a towel and dried his face as he slapped the sink off, and then for one last time he looked at himself in the face. Heathen was... Alive, at least. He tried to take what little comfort he could from that.
The light was turned off, he exited the bathroom, and stood in the room for a few seconds before going directly to the woman, although before he said anything, he paused and stared at her, mouth dry, unable to utter anything but a simple yet heartfelt "thank you" of appreciation.
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