His orbs glanced at her face again, seeing that her smirk had only grown. How tempting and seductive she could be. But that was her job in a sense. And he couldn't be more pleased with that job. It was a male's job to work for Lucifer, or that was Lucifer's intent when he had craeted the race, and the females to be a.. reward and to reproduce the spieces. Ando now he had knowledge that even the all powerful Lucikfer may not. By breeding two werewolves together when they wre in werewolf form, the offspring would likely be able to learn to have free morphing abilities like himself. He wasn't sure what the likelines was of that probability, but there was always a chance no? He expected to keep this vixen as his own. He was the first to see her, so likewise, she would be his prize now. Unless chanllenged and defeated, but that seemed unlikely. Only very lonely wrewolves usually chalenged for a vixen, unless she was a very very powerful one that held a high ranking in pedigree. But he knew not of any such vixes at the time. And this one would do just fine. He had met quite a lot of werewolves that were femine, but none were quite so beautiful as this one. Not only did his need for physical love attract him to her, but there was something else to, but he couldn't place it.

Mind was interrupted as her movement caught his attention, as he noticed her rubbing her sore wrists, they were bleeding freely. Bod turned out of curiosity as he noted that braclet again. Auds flattened at her touching the danged object, as if mingling with her own death. Why did one ear something that was so unlucky. No, unlucky wasn't the word. So vile, perhaps. Yes that was a better word. Orbs followed the dagger bullet, as she released it from her wrist. Bod moved toward her again as his black tongue emerged from his lips. He took her arm in his hand, his grip tight but yet not sharp, commanding but not overbearing. Powerful but yet not forcing. He lifted it up to his muzzle ,as his tongue emerged fro it's cavern, licking her wounded wrist, cleaning it in a way. He did the same with her other wrist, and then moved his orbs to her trincket again, his auds lowering in mild distaste. A soft growl vibrated in his chest cavities. Paw allowed the ovry wrist to fall from his grasp as he backed off again, mantaining his distance slightly. Afterall, he would want to make her.. uneasy. A smirk replenished his scowl, but slowly dissipated.

Vocals were coursed through the air again, flowing with the breeze into his twin towers. Well, I could have figured that out. I just got lassoed by a warlock and hugged by a werewolf. I'm on a role tonight, aren't I? A soft cackle ran through his agape jaws, his white canines in sharp contrast from his onyx pelt. His cold voice now rung in reply. Quite. But for how long until someone takes those dice away? His vocals no longer sharp, but yet still rang around the metallic chil that always ran through his words. He was now speaking in metaphors, which he liked to do when it served him. Her songs came again. Noi. Quite short, but a nod was given to the response, as her name ran through his mind, permenantly storing it to memory. Unlike most brutes, the females he prized and thought were worthy deserved their names when called instead of vix, wrench, or any others. His mind dirfted on the subject slightly before another idead came to his mind.

His bod moved toward the clearing that he had emerged from when he first saw Phialin and the blind girl, his arm bent outwards like that seen in a prim movie. It was set with a bit of a mock however, he wasn't one to get all fancy. But it was his way of inviting her. He felt her arm come around his as he lead her off to a different path a bit deeper into the forest. His orbs glanced up into the sky as he monitored the moon. They only had about half of an hour until the sun would take its place and the magic would dissapear from the ladie's bodice. Not his of course, but he would play along with the game. He was a secretive male usually, not trusting many with some of his more deep thoughts except when needed. He could feel the moon descending in his bones, seeming to pull away his instinct to be a werewolf. He fought the urge to morph back, ignoring it quite easily as his mind re focused on Noi. They walked further into the forest now, truely alone.. Or that is what they pressumed..

Fur twitched slightly as if flinching from her unexpected touch of her tail flicking on his back legs. Orbs ran to hers, curiosity struck his gaze. Never had he been poked at in this manner. And he found it quite peculiar, like an infant learning a new word it didn't understand. Skull thingyed slightly to the right, his auds perking as if mimicking a dogs face. But then a devilish smirk entered his muzzle, ruining the innocent puppy expression that had momentarily streaked across his features. A chuckle was run under his breath, laughing at the image of him looking so sweet. His skull became distorted into the werewolf he was once his smirk reappeared, showing that he was indeed one of Lucifer's mad creations.

Bod tingled slightly as he felt his onyx bod close to hers again, her heat entering his fur and down into his skin. Radiant heat they called such warmth no? It made the fur on the back of his neck stand up, almost looking like an aggressive dog which had its hair raised when poised to attack. Funny wasn't it? Innocent one second, then aggressive and dominant the next. Amusing at what life could throw out at you, even without trying. Things could change in a blink of an eye, without any warning. Nor recaps, no playbacks. Just be ready when the time comes..

Orbs watched the sky as he saw it seem to fade. Orbs darted over to Noi, who halted promptly. She suddenly became uneasy. Jittery, fearful almost. Her orbs were locked onto the moon that was slowly setting into the dawn of the new sunrise. Suddenly she bounded off, as he glimpsed her features turning before she escaped into the bush. Skull turned toward the sky again, orbs glancing at the moon longly almost. He wanted to stay in his form, but he would not. H could see the girl was changing. And he must too before she returned. Muzzle flew up to the heavens, as he let reorganized his thoughts, directing them on transfiguration. Onyx fur seemed to melt into his skin, forming a leather black jacket. Orbs stayed opened, as the color remained the exact same. An bright emerald green. The thin coat on his ebony skill was replaced by human onyx hair, straight but not too long. His chest reformed to show a thin onyx shirt form under his leather jacket. Pillars reshaped as well, forming black jeans, forming around his thin but muscular bod. His skin formed lastly, a metallic sheen seeming to shine on his skin in the sunrise. At first sight, the human may appear like a gothic kid, but with no piercings, and his hair almost resembled an emo's look. However, he was quite more chilling and more powerful than the both, holding a certain air to his figure.

Emerald orbs glanced up after his morphing was complete, hearing a figure emerge. It was Noi. Orbs drifted up and down her sleek bodice, slowly, almost painfully. Orbs met hers again. A grin appeared on his face. It was casual but yet approving. She was quite beautiful indeed. She was quite close to her werewolf form, very close indeed. He was as well, but not quite a stunning as she. Orbs noted her gauze that she seemed to use as clothing. Quite feeble clothing, but perhaps that was all in the intent. It was pleasing to him none-the-less. Her orbs had stayed the same shade as they were before, her hair faintly resembling her ivory coat. Orbs examined her carefully, noting that her bracelet was still there as before. Then his orbs caught something peculiar. A fish like marking was on one of her fingers. His orbs narrowed slightly, as if trying to figure it out, but he didn't question it. If she wished to tell him, she would.

Then suddenly something stirred in his mind, catching his attention. It was too quiet suddenly. Nostrils tested the air, orbs glanced around suspiciously, his ears soaking up the subtle sounds around him.. Upper lip curled, exposing the canines of the young male, like what he would do if a werewolf. Movement stopped suddenly, his arm shooting out to grab Noi's. He pulled her close to him, orbs always moving, as his hair on the back on his neck rising. Thee teenager seemed to grow more fierce by the second. Orbs locked on a spot in front them, to the left only a few yards away. With one sudden motion, he threw the girl behind himself, blocking her from the unknown object. The bushes only continued to rattle. Then it was still. Silent. Orbs narrowed. He knew something was in those bushes. Quietly, only letting Noi hear him, he spoke in werewolf language. Stay behind me. His vocals came out rasped, and rough for that was how the tongue was formed, sounding more like a thickened growl to the untrained auds. Pupils slitted as suddenly an arrow flashed through the air, aiming for the male's left arm. It stuck firmly, as Disiro let out a small grunt. Sudden brutality, the human's right hand flashed forward, grabbing the stiff arrow, jerking it from his arm suddenly. Blood dribbled down his metallic skin, but the piercing wasn't as deep as it had seemed. When the arrow had hit, his bod subconsciously formed a werewolf's hardened skin on the inside of his metallic skin, causing it to act as a barrier that no one could see. The wound stung dully, but it was dismissed. His right hand shot behind him, competing the movement from before, grabbing his bow and arrow with lightning speed, then nocking an arrow and shooting it to the bushes. All this was done in just a split second. After all, what else would one be taught in mercenary school then to take their enemy or opponent as swiftly as possible. Ears heard a dull thump of a body hitting the ground.

His own bod ran forward, his right hand now seeking his sword, long yet thin. At the hilt shown a emerald jewel in the middle that matched his orbs. Bod leapt over the bushes with inhuman speed, his sword readied, as he landed over a male elf. It wasn't all elf, but also part human. Disiro's features grew cold, his expressions only reading a scowl. He bent down to the sputtering elf, who was coughing up blood dizzily from his mouth, grabbing him by the shirt and holding him up to his own level. He carried the elf creature back out of the shadows again, orbs flashing again toward Noi, no longer holding a pleasant spirit, but one of uncontrollable rage and a hint of satisfaction. It was not intended toward her though, but at the male that he held. His left hand held his sword, his right holding the dying elf. His face frowned, as he threw the creature to the soil powerfully, his vocals running in human form.Never ever, try to kill a werewolf with such cowardness from behind a bush. You will only meet your death if the arrow doesn't hit the heart of the beast you wish to kill. They were cold and sharp, holding no hint of amusement or pride. They held anger and hatred toward the beast.

His left hand shot upward, the sword in the air, landing in his right hand now. He spun the sword around in his hand, his orbs locked on the elf's. The elf was moaning softly, seeming to mumble to himself pointlessly. Then His hand spun down wards, his sword landing dully in the creature's chest. The elf's breathing died suddenly, the life ceased. A scowl stayed on Disiro's face, as he picked up his sword from the creature, cleaning it off with an extra rag from a pocket in his jacket. He re sheathed it, still locked on the elf's open eyes. The emerald hilt glimmered in the rising sunlight. After a few minutes of silence, his orbs removed themselves from the carcass, and into Noi's again, his anger dissipated. What would her response be?

Orbs glanced to hers as he watched her glance toward him seductively. Thoughts pondered for a second. She almost looked as if she knew he was carrying a secret. But yet she didn't know what it was.Well she wouldn't know yet. Only when the time was right. He didn't go bursting out that he was a morphing werewolf for crying out loud, why should he spoil every secret? There would be nothing left to cherish after all the truth was revealed. Nothing to cling to. His edge would be lost. His element that he had clung to in emergencies may as well not exist. Afterall he had just met this girl, why tell her everything. Not yet. Thoughts remembered her earlier speech, reflecting upon it briefly. Ah, yes. The seal. 'Tis the seal of the king of Asile. I was born there before they decided to take over and enslave my village. It really does tell my story, though it is rather lengthy. I shall tell you later if you feel the need to hear it, or just want to out of genuine curiosity. Briefly, you could say I had..doings..with their prince since I was very young. Daddy found out. My scar is a simple reminder of the pain I endured while trying to escape the dungeon they sentanced me to. But no one being can honestly say they can keep a true escape artist behind bars now, can they? A cackle rang out as his vocals ran throughhis jaws with ease. I suppose not. But mind still pondered on about the subject. Doings with the prince? He could only imagine what those doings were, and why 'daddy' wasn't too find of them. And he had a pretty good lead on what those actions would be. Ah well, he wasn't innocent either. Although he never had girlfreinds or lovers. He was what most would call a player. He used one girl after the next. It was what he did second best. Fighting would be his first. Perhaps noi and himself weren't too unalike. But yet soemthing about the statement bothered hiim. Mind still played through her other words. Mm-mm-mm. You're so much like him, in so many ways. The resemblence in uncanny. It's rather attractive, and impressing. Him? Now he knew there was someone that she had loved. It spiked a tad bit of jealousy in him, to his own surprise. He never was jealous. Jealousy and a spice of resentment. Orbs met hers as his vocals escaped again. Are you leading me on, when you already are owned by another? He spoke rather cruely, his facial features formed into a slight scowl. After his words were wpoken, his movement halted, not following her along the path. Orbs still gazed accusingly at hers, waiting for her answer.

Well, how was he supposed to know? Perhaps her lover had gone after her, and this was all some sort of scheme. Seduce one of the most powerful werewolves, then kill him when he least expects it. It would be a perfet plot. But why him? He was a potential threat to any do gooders, but even they wouldn't go that low. Hold up. Wait. His head shook slightly, clearing his thoughts. Was he being paraniod? Probably. Auds refocused, listening to her gentle tones seep into his listening towers. Well, there are a few flaws in your theory. You don't know your history, I suppose. Asile is nearly five thousand miles from this spot of land. Long distance relationship possibility there? I think not. He listened the rest of her story without prtest or interruption, his orbs never leaving hers. When she had finished, he walked toward her, soaking up her everty deal as he had what seemed like millions of times before. His bod came close to hers yet again, his vocals now speaking in turn. Make sure he stays far away.He shipered softly in her ear, feeling her warmth next to him, her radiant heat floating toward him. His breathing was deep and soft, his orbs still fixed on her. Slowly, his right arm raised, his hand brushing over her tender face, powerful but yet not harsh. His left hand now raised too, sneaking behind her back, pulling her closer. His right hand stroked her cheek for a few seconds, before transfering to her neck, pressing her lips against his, soaking up the moment. A few seconds later, he released his grip on her neck, still holding her close. His orbs met hers again. Waiting for her response.

He could feel her pull away, as he watched her orbs closely. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Hopefully that was. Arms kept her close, as his hands ran up and down her spine, the ridges floating like soft crevices bneath his touch. His skin was cold, but yet worm, his hands were cool as normal, usually causing a chill up ones spine when touched. He precedded no further down her spine, not wanted to become intimate yet. Afterall he had just met her, but it already felt like yars. THe owrries of her past and his seemed to float away, like they were never there. Things felt right and like they were supposed to be. He knew what he would have to do to keep her, makie sure this one didn't slip away from him, only to be lost by another male. He suddenly felt slightly nervous, and for the first time uneasy. He had never asked another to become his mate before, and he wasn't sure exactly how o do it. Would she accept him? Was it too early? Would she merely laugh? There was only one way to find out, and he wouldn't want to to lose her to some other fortunate being. Not her. There was something differnt about her, like he was complete with her. But now the question was how to ask.Mind flipped over pages of his long book inside his mind, shaking hands skipping over parts that would not help him. He skimmed over the material, absorbing what he had learned from others. Then he reached a desicion. He pulled away from her slightly, his right knee buckling underneath him silently. It hit the ground as his skull now turned upward. She looked so much taller and more powerful from beneath her, her features still just as beautiful. Throat felt slightly dry, as he gulped lightly, scorched tongue licked his parched lips. The bitter taste of his saliva shimmered on his lips, as he could feel the dry air already starting to seek up the water, drying his lips up more, leaving them with nothing but a thin sticky residue. Both of his hands raised, grasping her hand that her bracelt was attached to, hoping that that would have some significance to her. His vocals emerged, soming out less steadily than he would have hoped. Noi. My love. Would you become my mate? After he had asked, his hands brought hers closer his lips kissing her hand softly, before waiting to see what she would say or react to his propostition.