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[Cursico!]

Eventually twilight fell, and Cursico was still free, sitting in the park watching dogs until eventually it seemed they had given up on him. For now at least. That was very pleasant and even brought a wolfish grin on his lips. But guilt tore it off. He hadn't gotten out by himself... what if something had happened to his saviour?
Sleath sniffed, why did he care? Yet, he did care, he knew it. Its not like she could put me back in a cage if I visited her. I doubt the slavers would expect me to stay in the city anyway. I'm not quite sure what to do now I'm out... God its good to be out! His yellow eyes watched a labrador watch him and start barking wildly, probably with the combination of human and wolf on him. While humans were stupid enough to think he was a dog, the dogs themselves never made that mistake.
Turning his back on the yapping mutt, he continued to wonder. It really couldn't hurt to see if I can find her again. Who knows, I might find she got crushed under the stampede of people. Then no more worries. Turning into a human would be foolish at that point, even if he hid to change the bar code would get him into trouble, his best chance was staying a wolf- yes his fur was distinctive and hunters would probably be out looking for a white wolf, but no slave wandering the night streets was left alone.
After some more time wondering, he snorted. I'll do it, if only to stop not knowing. Pop in and pop out. Cursico stood up, snapping his teeth threatiningly at the labrador so it ran back to its owner. That done, he traced back across his path, staying at least a block from where he had escaped, nose running along the ground as he made a wide circle around the area. Eventually when night had truly fallen he found her trail meshed among the many others. From there it took a while, with quite a few mistakes before he found himself at a house where the trail stopped.
This must be it. I sure hope they don't send tracking dogs after her... Nah, they won't know her, but me maybe. I'm sure I've left enough wild trails that they'll never be able to get me by scent alone. Cursico studied the door, remember she'd said she lived with her grandparents... Hm, how would they react to a wolf or a badly dressed young man knocking on their door at a late hour? Sounded bad.
Slipping around, he wondered for a while, and then an answer came to him. The wolf tilted his head up to the sky, and let out a long howl that rang and echoed around the area. That done, he hid behind a bush to wait to see if the one he wanted would come out.

[Kayla]

Eyelids snapped open as her startled heart pounded in her chest. Groggy, she used her left arm to push herself off her bed. Ouch. It was a big mistake as she looked down to see her bandaged arm and bruised shoulder. There was not much swelling anymore, but the color was an ugly mix of black and blues. She had slept in her bra and jeans from yesterday, her shirt forgotten in the sink. It took a while before it set in that the thing that woke her up was a howl. Startled yet again, she fumbled off the bed and froze as her vision decided to become specs of rainbows. Hurry. Her inner mind urged, not wanting Cursico to howl again and wake them and let alone see her and her shoulder, upper arm, and state of her torso and clothes.

She grabbed a large black hoodie that was hanging on her chair behind her desk and slipped her right arm through it as she went across the hall to check on her grandparents whom were thankfully still asleep. Quickly, she went down the stairs, bringing the left side of the hoodie to rest over her shoulder and zipped it enough to cover up to her collar bone before unlocking and opening the door. She looked out, handicapped since her left arm rested across her stomach beneath the hoodie- like she had a deformed stomach and no left arm. Her hair probably looked a mess, but she did not care. What if Cursico was on the verge of getting caught again and needed some place to hide? She let out a low whistle, hoping to get his attention, holding the door open enough for him to slip through.

As she waited, she rested her head on the door and closed her eyes. She felt horrible. She needed a shower and she needed to clean and dress her upper arm again. Not to mention she needed to throw away her ruined shirt before her grandparents saw it in her sink. She did have her own bathroom connected to her room, but it did not mean they checked in there when her grandmother went to make sure it was cleaned. Her torso, legs, shoulder/arm, and chest hurt from all the events from yesterday. Running, fighting, screaming, falling, she just was not used to all that. She bit her lip and winced as she lost her balance slightly, a whimper escaping as her shoulder hitting the frame of the door when she moved to close it. Hopefully now, he did not hear that as she rested her forehead against the door again when she moved her right hand to dead bolt the door. The bottom knob threatened to push into her bruised torso if she were to fully lean against it- not something she wanted.

[Cursico!]

While he waited, Cursico dug around behind the bush, just because he hadn't felt soil beneath his paws in so long it still felt like a novelty. He made a mess of mud, tail wagging with his distraction so he only noticed his call had been answered when he heard a whistle. The wolf's head went up, and oh look the person he'd wanted had come with no sign of others. Assuming from that he wasn't supposed to be around, Cursico left the hole he'd made, wiping his paws on the grass and loping up to the door, morphing into his human form while he did it.
"Well now, you don't look too good."[/i] He whispered, holding a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound, his heightened hearing meaning her pain wasn't lost on him. While he himself didn't care for pain, she probably did. If she were a slave, I'm sure she'd be broken just by a heavy threat... How different would she be from the norm then? Would she lose all that random kindness? I wonder...
Stepping on the mat, he made double sure he wasn't going to be traipsing mud around the house, then finally entered. Immediately he noticed the difference. The air was warmer, and stuffed with dust that almost made his sensitive nose sneeze, plus that smell that every person with wrinkled skin and grey hair gave off. Cursico craned his neck back to look around, feeling pretty out of place with all the cleanliness.
"I just wanted to check you weren't ready to get buried six feet under." He lied off-handedly, pulling lightly on his lip as he continued to study the place. What am I doing here? Really the moment she came to the door I knew she wasn't dead or close to it.

[Kayla]

Her eyes had been closed at the point of him coming in, so in fact she was kind of startled when he whispered something in his human form. She blinked to just look at him before he entered. A glare threatening to break way, but she held it in and shut the door behind him, trying not to slam it or just pretend to hit him with it. Yeah, the door did not come off its hinges like that… she needed to wake up and get cleaned up. Though it was nice of him to check to make sure she was not going to be six feet under. ”Thanks.” Gurgle, headache, stomach pain. Huh, plans just changed. Looks like we’re having some food! Really, she was one of those people who could not go long on an empty stomach and get a headache from it for long.

She turned around to see him in front of her- if not to the side, but whatever. ”Schoochie mister, tengo hambre.” It was in a quiet, stubborn tone, but nevertheless a bit playful as she made a move around him to walk further down the hall into the kitchen. Oh yeah, she did use Spanish too. She looked over her shoulder before turning the corner into the kitchen saying, ”You want some food?” Before turning back around and heading straight towards the fridge and freezer. Freezer… frozen pancakes, but she did not want the smell from the toaster to wake her grandparents up so that was a ‘no’. ”Fridge, fridge, fridge…” she mumbled out distractedly, focused on finding something.

Not really liking her options, she chose one of those go-gurt, portable yogurt thingys in a tube. It just so happened to be raspberry flavored she recognized as she stuck it into her mouth after tearing the top half off with her teeth, only being one handed at the moment. She nursed down the yogurt, thinking she could get some warm soup or something later to fill her up. Maybe her grandparents would make something later, but what to do with Cursico here? She studied him for a bit and his haggard-like appearance before she looked down at herself. Crap, I need to get cleaned up too. She quickly finished her yogurt before throwing it in the trash and moved to head upstairs again for a shower. However, she could not just leave him there unattended if her grandparents came down… could she?

”If you can find something low maintenance to eat, then you can have that for now. Or I can get you something bigger later once my grandparents wake up and I’m decent.” Well, her definition of decent right now was getting a shower and getting cleaned up without scaring the crap out of them with her own haggard appearance. ”On second thought…” she mused to herself. Going back to the pantry, she grabbed two granola bars and handed them to him, tugging on his shirt to get him to follow her. ”I know it’s not much, but maybe it will hold you over until I’m not like this and can come up with a better explanation to tell my grandparents.” All this she was saying quietly as she made her way up the stairs, pausing at the top to listen for her grandparents.

A safe few seconds later, she scooted to her bedroom with the attached bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She went over to her dresser, quickly pulling out necessities before grabbing a pair of sweats and a tank top from her closet. She turned and headed towards the bathroom, pausing before she shut the door behind her. ”Cursico, don’t get caught yet, I’ll be done ASAP.” Which means she needed to hurry. She shut the door behind her, but did not lock it. Worst case scenario he had to hide out in the bathroom if one of her grandparents came in- they never opened the door to it when it was shut unless they did not hear her respond back to something. Sighing, she turned the shower on and peeled off her clothing, using the toilet before flushing that getting into the shower. She almost forgot about her shoulder and arm until the water hit it. She took the wet bandages off and placed them on her counter by the sink and shower. It looked kind of ugly, but she would manage.

((Wow…. Long one again! Lol. I figured I’d stop here before getting too far ahead of myself.))

[Cursico!]

((Ooc: I'm forcing myself to do this so I don't drift from the site, so I'm apologising beforehand if its crap.))

Cursico spent most his time paying very little attention to her, amusing himself by remembering what a house smelt like. Having been a slave just about all his life he was used to not eating, hunger being an almost-contant thing gnawing at his stomach. That made him wonder at why Kayla became so concerned about food, bringing his attention to the only other living thing bigger than a spider in the room. Keeping his silence he took the offered bars, rustling the wrapping with something close to amusement, nodding idily at whatever she was saying.
As fun as it would potentially be getting her into trouble (Or killing her grandparents, which he was easily capable doing if his mood changed for the worse) he went for the non-violent option and tested one of the bars with a bite before remembering you took the wrappers off. A few seconds later he was gnawing on the actual bar, not too impressed with food that wasn't essentially meat-based.
Hearing a door close upstairs he wandered around the downstairs of the house, finding himself in a living room with some comfy-looking seats. By then he could hear the shower running with his heightened hearing and set about making himself comfortable on one of the sofas, piling pillows around him in... a fort was the wrong word considering if he moved the thing would fall down, but something similar.

[Kayla]

The hot water felt good on her skin since she was one of those who liked to turn the water way up on most days. Although, below her shoulder it began to sting and she was surprised to find the water turning a light hue of pink as the water passed over the scrape. Her shower lasted fairly longer than she had hoped it would and she hurried to get dressed and towel-dry her hair which ended up still being damp. Her loose gray sweats were comfortable as well as her light purple -or lavender- tank top. Though, there was still that problem with her scrape that she had to bandage and put some type of healing cream on it.

That task also took longer than expected, but she was proud of her accomplishment. She put on a pair of white ankle socks and checked on her grandparents –whom were still sleeping- and went downstairs. Smiling and deciding to have a bit of fun, she picked up her speed and slid against the linoleum flooring of the kitchen, grinning as she did so. Her fun over, she looked for Cursico… Where was he? She looked over her shoulder once, seeing the ugly bruises on it, but left it alone as she went over to the sofa. She grinned and grabbed a pillow as she passed by a chair. She tried to sneak up on him; she did, but did not think she was all successful as all she did was tap his head with the pillow she held.

”So…” she sighed out, using the pillow on his head to lean gently on it. Of course she was teasing him, playing with him, but it was lightly. ”Do you want to get cleaned up?” See, she was not trying to be mean, but maybe a shower would be nice for him considering she did not know how long ago he might have gotten one. She was going to add ’or eat first’, but she decided against it when she thought about her grandparents. It would probably be better if they came down to see a cleaner Cursico than a dirty one. Well, if they did not yell at her first for creating that sort of event that happened earlier, but it was not like she was going to tell them that happened. She’d have to come up with a good story though for her shoulder and arm.

((I understand what you mean. Thank you though for posting and it’s a good post, don’t worry.))

[Cursico!]

Snuggling into the first comfortable thing he'd sat on in over a year and with the soothing hiss of water high above his head slowly drooped against his chest. It wasn't long before he was flickering on the edge of sleep, and didn't even notice when the water lullaby stopped.
It was less unnoticable when the pillow tapped his head. In an instant there was fur bristling on his skin. After a life-time uncertainty of pain his nerves were permenantly stretched, and being caught off guard may very well have killed him in the past. Doing a weird twisting leap off the sofa, leaving his fortress to collapse, Cursico landed on the floor in a startled crouch with his tail sticking stiffly behind him and dark yellow eyes at first watching Kayla warily before he realised who she was (and that he was no longer unable to bite her head off because of some stupid bars) and his gaze turned back to cold indifference.
He stood, clothes and human shape reforming as he did so, hair growing to cover his harsh eyes although the scowl still pulled at his skin and left no doubt of even the covered sections of his expression.

”Do you want to get cleaned up?”

Cursico looked down at his arms, and idily rubbed at the pale skin which looked so clean, but after a couple of drags from his finger brought a suspiciously black patch up. He eyed the sofa he'd just been sitting on with its strewn pillows and wondered whether or not he'd left his mark on it. He could have checked by putting his nose to the material and sniffing, but that (he guessed) was bad code of conduct.
It was a wonder how his skin would feel when freed, and he couldn't remember whether he liked it or not. Why get clean when he was only going to get dirty again? Like a stubborn dog he wrinkled his nose "I'm not that bad am I?" He asked, raising the rubbed hand to his mouth and tentatively licking it, trying to decide whether or not humans would notice his smell. But having been around it for so long he couldn't notice the very noticable stench of a body left to stew in its own wastes. Even with changing into a wolf he smelt like a walking junkyard.

[Kayla]

”Whoa!” Kayla called like you would to stop a horse, backing up and dropping the pillow. Her hands moved to place themselves in an upward fashion below her waist, her head leaning back higher in case he jumped. A foot was placed behind her to try and brace her if he jumped. The yellow eyes caught her interest, but she watched as they seemed to grow less sinister (if that was possible). When he stood, she visibly relaxed and became less tense, her arms moving to wrap around her hips and hug herself. ”Sorry, I should not have done that.” It was a murmur, her head looking down at the floor to the abandoned pillow. Her eyes were downcast, not able to look Cursico in the eyes.

However, when things calmed down, she managed to pick her head up to watch him after suggesting he clean up. He rubbed at his skin and looked towards the couch. Kayla raised a brow at this. In all honesty, she was curious about some of his behaviors. Being able to transform into a wolf and all and just what was he thinking when he was looking back to the pillows? Sighing, she picked up the pillow she had dropped to the floor and threw it back onto the chair. She eyes the other pillows now and started moving them a bit. Taking one, she sat on the couch cross legged with her back to the arm of it and holding the pillow to herself, needing something to cuddle with and this pillow was bigger than the one she had tapped him with.

Looking up at him from the couch, she saw his wrinkled nose after he asked. She bit her bottom lip and ‘hmmed’ to stall. ”Well, I just thought maybe you would feel better after a bath or shower.” Yay! Some words came to the rescue! When he licked his skin, she raised both eyebrows and her face showed the expression of slight disgust, but she hid it quickly afterwards. She glanced towards his face, searching for his eyes. ”Can you even see me with all that hair?” she asked playfully, smiling to show she meant no harm if he could see, her voice light.

Grinning now, she brought her knees up to wrap her arms around the tops, the pillow cushioning her cheek on her knees as she rested against it looking at him. Thankfully, he was not around the pillows long enough to leave a bad stench, but then again, maybe her nose could not pick it up. Sighing, she closed her eyes briefly and ended up leaving them closed. Apparently she had not caught up with her sleep, but her ears were alert in case he spoke again; she was just resting her eyes after all, her bruised shoulder however aching a bit.

[Cursico!]

A shower? Make him feel better? The though was unheard of in his lifetime. How could getting wet be anything more than traumatising? His mind flashed back to one of the few times anyone had bothered trying to keep him hygienic, struggling and biting while burning hot water was sprayed at him with enough force to leave him pinned against whatever surface was behind him. Definitely an unpleasant experience, even without his natural hate for human-style washing.
If Cursico was going to wash, it was for purely practical reasons, such as cleaning off his scent so hunters wouldn't be able to find him (although facing them without restrictions did made his skin prickle in excitement, how tearing them to shreds with powerful jaws and showing them who really was the strongest would make him feel!) or because slaves were dirty, so if he were clean he would look less like one. "Hrmph, call it a human thing." The werewolf grunted.

”Can you even see me with all that hair?”

He self-consciously flicked his head, clearing his vision a little. "I can't really" he admitted lightly "But I can hear and smell exactly where you are, so it doesn't matter." As if proving it, his nose twitched. Visual senses didn't mean much to most animals, considering they were mostly colour blind and had a poorer sight that humans. Hunting-birds were a well-known acception. With something akin to surprise, he watched her curl up on the sofa, then rolled his eyes, thinking it was probably her bedtime.

[Kayla]

She Cursico’s ‘human thing’ comment, she just shrugged, biting her lip when she forgot her shoulder and slowly let it back down. ”Warm water feels great though… in most cases.” She more so mumbled it softly, looking down at her legs. She began flexing various muscles like her calves and biceps randomly. They were stiff and a bit sore earlier, but the warm to hot water had helped. Stopping her various flexes, she looked up at him again, seeing if he would respond to her question.

At the flick of his head, she smiled. He had admitted that he could not see her, but it was soft. The part about hearing and smell was kind of creepy though. Great, he could smell her if she was all stinky one day or whatever when other people could not. The hearing part though, she could deal with that. It was kind of nice though knowing that he could find her then if she ever got lost… He had proven it too, finding her house and all. She caught the faintest twitch of his nose and she smiled, thinking it a bit cute, a small chuckle emitting now as she thought longer about it.

A silence had followed again as she rested her head against the pillow. Her eyes closed and her breathing steadied. She did not realize it, but she was starting to drift off before her breath hitched, realizing she had fallen asleep or ‘blacked out’. She shot her head up, looking at Cursico, letting her mind process a few things before she exhaled in relief. She only was out for a few seconds; maybe he did not think much of it. Bringing her hands up to rub her eyes, she later ran one hand through her hair, holding it there clutching strands of hair as a thought came to her. Slowly, she brought her hand down and moved from the couch to go around it from the other side. She watched closely then to see if he would turn around as she walked up from behind him. It was probably a stupid thing, but she was going somewhere with this and since she was now standing, she would not fall asleep.

”So wait, how can you see if I’m happy, sad, and things?” She wanted to know about inanimate objects too, but did not say anything. Perhaps getting too bold, she stepped closer to try and see his eyes through his hair. It was as she got closer though that she finally actually paid attention to how much taller her was compared to her. Having one last bit of courage, she stood up straight and stared at him before crossing her arms and sticking her tongue out at him playfully and later laughing. It was something to make light of the situation. ”I’m so glad I met you.” She had said it with a grin, resting against the couch now while still looking at him. Sure, a bit random, but whatever.

[Cursico!]

Water... you drink water. On a hot day you want cold water, on a cold day... people don't drink warm water... maybe some hot water in a hot chocolate. His skin prickled as she chuckled, wondering why in the world would she start laughing. It wouldn't make sense to him if told that twitching your nose was cause for amusement. Cursico idily watched her drop off for a moment and then stand up like she was fighting against sleep. So it probably was her 'bedtime'. While he tracked her movements, his head only turned slightly, having little need to keep his eyes on her, and not having the capacity to be worried about one little human. Who in the world kept their eyes on something they feared as much as an acorn?

"So wait, how can you see if I’m happy, sad, and things?"

A light growl rolled in the back of his throat, "I know fear because people sweat, I know excitement because heartrate increases, if you're sad it may slow down. But otherwise, not really. Voice tone, crying?" He shrugged off-handedly, not feeling like explaining that he sometimes just knew how people felt, just like he knew there was something small (likely a sparrow) looking through the window at him.
The growl turned heavier when she got closer, even if he found her no threat, he had a very touchy personal-space. His green eyes glittered between threads of hair, narrowed warningly. He resisted the urge to bite her tongue off when she stuck it out at him.

”I’m so glad I met you."

Cursico pinched the bridge of his nose. Well that wasn't weird at all "Considering you did get me out, I suppose I'm 'glad'" He rose his fingers up to quote "I met you too. But that does raise the question... why were you in that acursed market anyway? With so little money and no intention of enslaving." The werewolf stalked over to the sofa where Kayla reclined, and from a standing start he leapt onto the arm, hands gripping the arm to the point the material almost ripped.

[Kayla]

Observation was an interesting thing at times and sometimes there were things you would rather not see. However, Kayla found this fairly fascinating as Cursico’s head moved ever so slightly to her movements. By the time of her stopping, she had tilted her head, trying to see his eyes from her current position, but ended up just placing her hands behind her back, clasped together. Apparently she did not faze him much, but of course like she would ever be a threat with a bruised shoulder and even if she did not. She could struggle and try to fight, but odds of her winning were kind of low. Unless the person trying to attack her was a male and she just happened to get a lucky kick. The thought of what happened earlier flashed back to her and she shuddered, drawing her arms around herself as goose bumps/flesh appeared on her arms.

He began speaking again to answer her question and her attention was drawn to him, curious about the answer. Heart rate? So he could hear that well then? Oohkay now, she would have to watch it then if something like a random thought popped out of nowhere and she blushed. Well, at least when Cursico was around anyway. She followed the shrug, and returned it with a nod. For now, that question and answer she was satisfied with. If she had not noticed it before though, she began hearing a low growl when she moved closer to him. Stopping herself she looked up warily at his slightly exposed, narrowed eyes. She swallowed, allowing herself to back away a few paces. And in an attempt to lighten the situation she had stuck her tongue out teasingly and said she was glad she met him.

The response she got though was something she did not really desire. When someone pinched the bridge of their nose it meant they had a headache, were annoyed, aggravated, and basically nothing good. She was kind of surprised though when he responded- even with quotations- that he was ‘glad’ to meet her too. Yet, she was happy and who wouldn’t be? It never feels good when someone says they wished they never had met you. A question came out that caused her to sigh. ”I honestly don’t know, but perhaps I felt like I could somehow help someone.” It was the truth; she really did not know why she was there in the first place earlier that day. ”I don’t think I’ll be able to go anywhere near that place anytime soon though,” she said in an absent-minded tone, subconsciously bringing a hand up so slowly rub her bruised shoulder.

The next thing she knew though, her zoning out had been interrupted by him moving to the arm of the couch. She viewed the fabric with a start, moving to shoo his hands away by making the motions with her own hands. ”Hey, watch it now,” she told him firmly. The last thing she needed was to explain the couch had been ripped. ”Geeze, I can’t believe how agile you can be.” So it started as a ramble, but whatever. She just hoped he would not start to get offensive because it would not end well. However, along the thought process it did bring up an interesting question she would like to ask, or more so perhaps act out. Call it dangerous, but sometimes even smart people do stupid things. So let it begin.

Looking directly at him, she narrowed her eyes- a warning for him to back off from ripping the arm of the couch. It was a little extra, but she was stern about it. But yes, it was a challenge- it was the house she lived in- not him. How far could she push him at things? Maybe he did not know it, but she had been gathering information about it. She knew now not to startle him when he was sleeping, what could she learn from this? Praying she was not going to get killed, she said sternly, ”Let go, now.” She watched him after saying this, wondering and waiting. Would he be defiant? ”I don’t need this couch to be broken.” Perhaps only a few seconds late, perhaps it would soften the challenge since it gave reason to as why she was getting so stern about the ripping couch. If her grandparents found out what she did earlier today too, she certainly did not need this on her head.

[Cursico!]

A human who was able to just sense something? Maybe they weren't so hopeless after all. If not for her hunch he would still be pacing back and forth in that cramped cage, just waiting for the chance to tear someone’s throat out. There was nothing like hot, gushing blood pouring from a torn throat to take some boredom out of the day. He licked his lips; thinking even without being bored that was still something to make your day.
Cursico noticed she was waving at his hands, he watched her with a scowl. His hair shimmered with a line of white running across his length. What she said deepened the scowl; didn't she understand the world please? People didn't ask slaves nicely... maybe she was still thinking of him as a forced servant. Slowly he pulled his lips back, showing his sharp-tipped teeth in annoyance. Commands didn't go down well on him, even on the best of days. It took agonising pain to make him give in.

”I don’t need this couch to be broken.”

His temper remained high, but he paused to think- keeping his grip on the material. It would be possible to tear the sofa up, but there wasn't much point in it (and no blood)... but he was still annoyed that she had tried to treat him like a dog and didn't want to back off with any meekness. The paranoia in his mind wondered if this was part of a plan against him...
Cursico eyed her, and then turned his head over to where he remembered the door to be. A number of different scenarios went through his head, where he became trapped again. A newfound freedom snatched away with cruel certainty that crushed hope. Sleath shivered at the repressing thought, and then his head turned back to Kayla. ”There are much worse things than a little ripping.” He grunted coldly, and then tightened his grip so that the seams burst out with white fluff.

[Kayla]

White hairs started to appear along his hair, a ’crap’ running through her head as he pulled his lips back. Just like a wolf. She viewed the pointed teeth, the hairs on the back of her neck rising in response. She had two options at this point. She could expose her teeth in a nasty snarl too and look stupid to herself or back away. But this was the house she lived in. In other words, she should be alpha and not him. Did he realize this? Who would become dominant or would they share the position? It might be a stupid thing, but even with human families either the man or the female pair held total reign and she did not want him just bursting around the house if he were to stay or visit. For example, being in the bathroom showering when he just suddenly feels like bursting in and then all chaos would break out. She would be embarrassed to death, but that was only if she backed off now, right? Of course if he had realized she was trying to set up dominance, then if she backed off now… what would he do? Closing her eyes tightly before quickly opening them, she watched as his head went to the door.

Something clenched. For some reason, she did not want him to leave just yet. This was starting to get frustrating to her. Her plan was backfiring on her, but she had learned that she could not push him too far, nor order him to do things. At his cold words, her mouth dropped as the seams broke. With her own angry grunt, she flew her arms up in the air with surrender. She had lost the battle, not able to work the whole thing out. Glaring at him, she resisted the huge to smack him upside the head for her loss. But remembering how much of a horrid life he must have already lived, she sighed deeply, the burning anger leaving her. Bending down, she picked up the stuffing that had been strewn on the floor and placed the majority of it in the other chair she had recently thrown the pillow back to. Realizing she really had nowhere else to sit, she just took a seat in the middle of the floor, still glaring at him a bit before sighing again and laying back like she would make a snow-angel. ”Ok, you win this one, now what?” Staring up at the ceiling, she took her arms and placed them under her head, drawing up her knees as if she were going to do a curl-up. Just laying there, she studied the plain white ceiling, pretending to see different patterns.

Cursico still needed a bath or shower before her grandparents woke up because they were too loud, she knew that much. However, not ready to ask something of him soon, she did not bother bringing it up now. Was it wrong to say she was bored? Since Cursico still seemed unsure of himself and the new ‘environment’, she did not know what to do. Perhaps it was just the whole ‘being a good host’ her grandmother had taught her, but from before… humans still make mistakes. Why did her emotions seemed so fried right now? She seemed to be staring up at this ceiling for hours until a pain nagged her lower abdomen. For now she passed it off as a hunger pain until it continued and each pain got worse. Frowning, she got up to view the time on the mantel clock. As a thought occurred to her, she grimaced and made her way to the nearest bathroom. Making sure to lock the door and turn on the fan, she went to the bathroom and got the feminine product she needed from under the cabinets and did her business. After finishing and washing her hands, she turned everything off and went to the kitchen’s medicine cabinet. Grabbing the ibuprofen, she took the normal two out and placed the bottle back before placing them in her mouth and getting water from the sink. Turning towards the kitchen table, she took a seat and placed both arms on it, her cheek resting against it as she laid her head against its cool surface. So this is the reason why her emotions were so screwed up. The event from today must have caused a distraction from this current… predicament. This once a month thing really sucked. Closing her eyes, she fought off the embarrassment before speaking. ”The shower and bath are upstairs, you can use the one attached to my room, use whatever clothes you can find to fit you. Just… watch out for my grandparents.” It was not a command this time, just a suggestion because she sure as heck felt uncomfortable right now.

((Haha, just because I thought this would be hilarious for me to role play and I’m evil. Hopefully this adds some humor.))

[Cursico!]

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Cursico watched her glare at him, and wondered how easy it would be to tear out her guts and strangle her to death with them. Weak, pathetic humans, they acted like they were more than creatures’ dependant on trickery for survival. The werewolf snapped his teeth together, and then became confused as she sighed, and then was sitting in the floor glaring at him before lying on her back. To him, that was submission, but she didn’t look like she was doing anything more than lying back and staring.
The tip of his nose twitched, and the smell of blood made him frown. Was that wound on her shoulder bleeding? He straightened on his perch, still frowning, no; it didn’t smell like normal blood. Why is she acting so weird? Sleath wondered on that as she ran away. For a moment he wondered if that was his queue to leave and she wasn’t coming back, he had ripped her sofa up after all...
Tilting his head down, he looked at the hole he’d made and poked it with his right forefinger with an expression close to guilt on his face. She’d gotten him out of the market, and he’d broken her stuff. But she was a human! They were all monsters, nothing good came from them. So why am I here? He jumped off the arm, and even brushed the faint marks where his shoes had been. I should be trying to find a way to destroy the slave industry, not sitting around tearing furniture like a badly trained pup! Cursico plodded through the kitchen with the intention of leaving- as his saviour had- when, speak of the devil she also came through.

”The shower and bath are upstairs, you can use the one attached to my room, use whatever clothes you can find to fit you. Just… watch out for my grandparents.”

Smelling blood again, he tilted his head up and took in a deep breath. “Why’re you bleeding?” Cursico asked innocently, completely confused. It was also a way to avoid the horror of bathing; he’d never had any privacy before which added to his hate of cleanliness. Even if he brought it on by being so violent; leaving alone was something of a death-wish for slavers. He walked closer, nostrils flaring as he tried to determine just where she was bleeding.