Look at what the cat dragged in (Leon,closed)

[Tressa]

Tressa could only stare, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts, her skin chilled. The force of his weight dispersed across her had taken the air from her lungs. Coughing she fought to slowly regain the normal pace of her breathing. Her plan had backfired and left her in a predicament she hadn’t thought of. He’d fallen on her, and now she lay under him, pinned by his weight It seemed to her that time paused and the anger that had submitted to shock was fighting its way back as she glanced down at each of his hands cupping her breasts. She couldn’t speak, she had no idea what to say. This was an entirely new situation and so many different emotions ate at her she was unsure which to act upon. Unbeknown to her a rosy flush had begun to spread across her cheeks. The animal she was took it as an attack and threatened to send her lashing at him, while the humanity she found while near him acknowledged the mistake, the guiltiness of them both. Her eyes settled on him late to reflect the anger and still in utter disbelief. She watched as he stood, seeing his gaze move over her. The pressure of his hands taking several moments longer to disappear and with them cam the refreshing ability to breath without restriction. When she was finally free of his hold reality snapped back and the ache in her ribs became apparent. He weighed a good bit more than she did and the dull pain made this clear to her. “Now … look, umm you did it… you made me fall…” His words broke into her silent battle between human and beast. The way he backed away, the look on his face. He hadn’t meant it, but why than had he taken so long to let go? “You” Was all she could manage her tone was almost a hiss as the urge to regain her stance and pounce him filled her. Her cheeks flushed badly now, the redness covering the majority of them, her fists clenching the ground she pulled herself to her feet. Fire burned in her eyes and her leg muscles tightened in the presence of her need to attack, every instinct in her waiting for him to run. This wasn’t how things were done, he had no right. She chose him, he earned her approval, not the other way around. While her natural instinct toyed with her body language like a puppeteer the ability to think rationally was fighting for control of her mind and causing a boat load of other problems. Part of her was torn between being offended and a swirl of feelings she couldn’t understand that left her wanting to smile and blush. The other part was judging up her chances on attack and searching for an open strike route while debating the risks of doing so in her current form. She slowly stepped towards him, the closing distance leaving her more and more uncertain of what to do. Standing before him each emotion turned full strength against her. Her eyes held his in shock, uncertainty and fear while his returned only fear. Her cheeks flushing now in embarrassment, while the words of rationality won over her thoughts, going completely off subject. “Why do you look at me like I’m the thing that feeds your nightmares?” Her question was random, but honest. Before and even now the look in his eyes ate at her, made her want to react, to feed on his anxiety, toy with his terror because she could. Instinct took hold to fill the last of her response. Almost as soon as the thought crossed her mind, Tressa’s hand was in the air. It made quick work of the small distance before flesh met flesh. Her skin affecting his in the form of a ‘cracking’ noise against his cheek, her nails digging in, in attempt to bring flesh with them, acting on instinct as her hand was quickly pulled back. Pulling her hand away quickly she feared his reaction and felt the need to apologize or something. No words met her mouth, but her eyes told it all. Pride held her tongue, denying apology. Hitting him had not brought her the fulfilling pleasure of getting even it should have. Even the beast inside of her fell tame as her hand refused to fall to her side. Instead returning to his face, lingering against him long enough to trace over the exact spot that had met the force of her scorn. She had attacked him twice, and twice she had only felt sorrow. Unlike before she did not run, she stood her ground. Gazing at him in sorrow, fear and affection, she silently awaited his reaction. Slowly her hand returned to her side and she let her eyes drop to the earth, hanging her head. She could not deny it any longer; she was incapable of hating him, of acting against him without emotion. For the first time in her life all of her was in agreeance to submit, to serve. No war of thoughts attacked her mind, no voice demanding her to act as a predator against him. Her pride left so quickly, allowing the words that still sat in her mind to be heard. “I’m sorry.” It was strange to actually feel the emotion that brought the words. Before they’d always been a quickly spent means of neutralizing a situation, but not now. Now her words were soft and honest. She wasn’t sure how this bonding thing went, she’d never even thought to let it matter, but the feeling that had entered her when she’d hit him had made her feel as if she’d been slapped herself. Cautiously in a way that spoke of her anticipation of retort she raised her eyes to meet his. The look in his eyes tormented her, the emotion they held confused her. “Forgive me?” Like a scolded child afraid of an unknown reaction, her words were barely above a whisper and her tone was filled with a pleading way. She let her eyes search his face momentarily accessing the damage she’d done.

[Leon]

Something about the way she stared at him told him he had to really worry about the safety of his life. Though he had put the blame on her he knew he had taken longer than he should have to notice his hand placement. The word she spoke jarred him out of these thoughts and brought him back to facing what he was most scared to. “You” Her voice held with it a tone that was unmistakable, anger. The words passed off her tongue in a heated way, matched the tainted furry she now held him in with her eyes. Her cheeks began to turn a crimson red as she began to rise. The fist she held tightly on her right side warned him that something was going to happen. Taking another step back away from her he tried to flee from attack he knew was coming. Cowardice was not something he was use to. But this feeling, the wrath of a woman seemed to scare the living hell out of him. He took note that he body tensed up as well, it seemed like no matter what he would say or do she was going to do bodily harm to him. Time was moving so slow for him, it seemed like each second she held him in her gaze was a moment he longer she was allowing him to think about what he had done. It was a sicking feeling waiting for her punishment. Waiting for the moment she would make he move and deliver her own special prorated judgment upon him. A slow step towards him made his distance seem so pointless. He fought back the urge to turn tail and run from her. Before he knew it she had all but closed the distance between them within the moment of a whisper. Standing before him was most wonderful and beautiful girl he had ever seen. But right now he was scared to death of her. She stood there thinking to herself possibly about his punishment or what ever the hell enraged girls did. The uncertainty of it all left him fearing it only that much more. He hated this, it was like he was a kid again that had done something wrong and here was his parent finding every flaw in his lies. He wanted to speak how sorry he was but his vocal cords would not respond. Her face flushed once again with the redness that it was becoming most noted for. He wasn’t sure if it was out of embarrassment or still the anger but fear still clinged to his face. Regardless either emotion had a fearful outcome if it came from her. He words once again took him surprise and left him blankly staring at her. Somehow she had the right effect on him releasing the built up fear and calming his nerves down just enough to relax. “Why do you look at me like I’m the thing that feeds your nightmares?” His lips opened to speak out an apology to her. He was truly sorry for the events that had taken place and up until now he hadn’t though about how his look made her feel. He felt like a child that was being ungrateful to his mother’s lecture. As the first part of his syllables touched his lips a movement of her body was felt. The air around her lower body moved with great speed. Her hand closed the distance that he didn’t expect. The softness of her hand was noted to in his mind as the connection of her hand and his cheek occurred. The merge had left him tilting his head in an attempt to fight the pain of the blow. It was an unexpected, expected blow. He had expected that she would hit him but the actually feeling of her hand hitting his face left him hating her. The sound of her hand hitting his face left a ringing sensation in his ear. It was louder than anything he had experienced in a while. The pain of her nails impacting his skin had been almost as bad as her palm. They left little indentions as she broke the surface of his skin with them. She had probably done this on purpose as the seemed to tear away from him when she pulled back her hand. Fear was now replaced with anger. Never before had he allowed someone to hit him in such a way. His pride stung, his face reddened by the blow she had offered all too needlessly. It’s not like he had done it on purpose, the words I’m sorry hung wordlessly in his mouth, only moments to late for him to say to her. His eyes refused to look at her, they held the sadness and hatred that he was feeling at the moment. The soft broken hand upon the his hardened skin Leaves the redness that only another can create The tears that swell up are not from the pain A pride now hurt strikes out in the only visible way it can. As a droplet falls against the heated flesh Rolling down to meet the soft cool earth Pain was only a momentary thing, though it hurt and left him wishing it had not happened it was only for a moment. The hand that hit him did not retract all the way back down again. He noted that it stayed hovering near his face, the warmth it put off all to noticeable on his now sensitive cheek. He lips bent in a heated way though he was going to explode in a furry of ranting and foul terms. Pride, it had a funny way of taking ones logic and turning it against them. Though he wanted to yell and scream and take all his anger at her action back out on her, he knew it was wrong to do. Being the better person he bit his tongue letting the hatred flow back into his stomach. Looking back up at her he noted the sorrow in her eyes; he couldn’t resist the hatred look for what she had done. Part of him wanted to turn away from her and just walk off. But in reality he had cause the whole situation to be occur by his inability to react to him landing upon her. “I’m sorry” Her words sparked a tinge of spite in him, she was sorry, she was once again sorry for something. How doubly she had reacted to the situation, how foolish it was for him to be so open to actually forgive her for doing it. Her voice held a pity that was basically begging him to do it. “Forgive me?” Her words barely over a whisper held a very high chance of eating at his emotions. Anger began to bubble down to love once more as her words found the place in his heart that he needed. Pride was rearing its head again, not wanting to let go of the struggle so easily. He had let her get away with several things this day already. Ant’s being pinned down, this was not to be one of them. Her soft hand was still replaced on his cheek, trying to sooth the pain that she had inflicted on him. He found his hand coming to meet it, brushing it away from his skin. His head shook with the furry that he had earlier. No, he wasn’t letting this one go not so easily. His eyes meet hers with a burning furry that could not be replaced. He was upset, they honestly didn’t know each other that well, and though he had probably deserved the attack, in his head he did not. Taking a step away from her he continued to shake his head, leaving to look at him from the backside. Step by step he made his way walking down the road, furry guiding his footsteps on there path. Until he went as far as he could go, letting loose a small tear away from her eyes. He hated to say it, and his feelings couldn’t allow him, but he forgave her… He had to. He was in love with her.

[Tressa]

Her anticipation of retort plagued her. The look in his eyes causing chills to wreak havoc through her body. She had never been submissive, not like this. Here she stood with more than the means to defend herself, to walk away the dominant party, but the urge that drove her to be the one on top of every situation refused to show itself and she trembled in his presence. The fear of repercussion and quick force of his hand removing hers from his face startled her and she yelped, letting out a sound comparable to a kicked dog. It had been pure reflex that caused this and it quickly passed upon realizing no pain followed. The searing gaze that met her eyes erased all else but him and what she’d done from her mind. It was a look of anger and hatred, a look that scared her, twisted her feelings into knots. Her face contorted into mixture of sorrow and fear, she stepped back enough to allow distance for warning of what came next. He was human; humans were unpredictable creatures that acted on too many variables of reason, like she‘d just done. She didn’t know him very well. She knew his gaze and his voice, even the feeling of his touch, but this amounted to nothing compared to what she didn’t know. She didn’t know the way he thought, or the extent of his temper among many other things. At the sight of him turning away relief settled slowly over her, but it came wrapped in a sickening feeling that made her nauseas and not sure if he striking her could have been worse. She shouldn’t have struck him, but what she did was finished and now she could only stare at his back as he made his way from her. Leon, the thought to call his name crossed her mind. To call him back to her, to ease the emotional pain inside of her, to see him smile. However, she didn’t. Calling him would do no good. Her wrenching emotional pain dissolved to a feeling of bitterness, an urge to blame him for everything. Anything to make the stomach churning guilt go away. Her teeth sank thoughtlessly into her bottom lip, a vent for her frustration. Was this it, had she just lost the one person on earth that could set her emotions ablaze so easily? Thought of losing a friend, this friend in particular sent her to a dark place in her past. The only other time she’d ever felt so useless, so foolish. The images replayed in her mind of the day she’d lost her brother. His murderer had died by her hands and she’d felt better. Even as the emotional distress mimicked it, this was different. She’d done this, she was the cause, and it was her fault. She couldn’t blame anyone else. She could still see him, stopped up the road, standing still. She had a choice to make, did she leave him alone to wallow in his anger, to walk away from its cause, or did she go and face him once more and welcome his right to be angry. Taking a step forward felt like walking with bags of sand on her legs. Each step that took her closer to him became more difficult. She would face whatever he had to throw at her, as long as she didn‘t have to face the pain of the possibility of having her newly surrendered heart destroyed. Soon, almost too soon she was only yards from him. She could feel the fire of his spirit still burning, fueled by pride. She could sense it lashing violently outwards as a defensive warning. Pride that she had injured. She knew not the extent of a man’s pride, only the extent of her own. It was clear that he wanted to be away from her and she was sure he was already aware of her presence. Hoping for nothing more than him to refrain from fleeing her presence she sulked to his side. Leaving an arms space between them she stood silently, her head lowered and her eyes to the earth. She didn’t need to look up to know the look on his face. It was obvious that she’d crossed a line she shouldn’t have even tread upon. Standing beside him seemed to empower her emotions to an extent she wasn’t ready for. The entire weight of it falling on to her as she took notice of the bits of his flesh under her nails. Silent tears glazed her eyes, filling the corners of them to send the drops cascading down her pale cheeks to fall mercilessly to the ground she looked upon.

[Leon]

The soft whisper of the wind danced teasingly upon his cheek, thrilling the cool sensation that had been left by the abandoned tear. Pride was swiftly replaced with the regret of walking away from her. He had left her with no words, nothing but the loneliness of detachment. Her tone held the apology his ears sought; she had surrendered her hand to make the pain disappear. Yet what did he do, he just brushed it away like it was nothing more than a pest that needed gotten rid of. In his heart he knew what he had done was wrong, though through the pure furry of the moment he was unable to see what he was doing. Closing his eyes he let the world close in around him. The warmth of the sun now shining more proudly on his skin letting all the iced over emotions melt away, the clear open sky offering no resistance to its basking warmth. Her footsteps sounded so soft in there attempt to make up the space between them. Inhaling deeply he fought back the urge to turn around and just apologize for rudely walking away. For swiping her hand free from his skin, when it was more than the cure he needed to heal the hurt. His body tensed as her steps neared closer and closer. What she would do or say played heavily on his heart. The hurried beat of his heart played like a melody in his head, thumping everything but the self-possessed thoughts of her out of his psyche. He wasn’t sure what it was about her that made him forgive her, he wasn’t sure how he could find the strength to just love and care for someone who ended up hurting him so many times. “Love was never something you could question, it did not have the answer you sought, nor did it speak in a tongue you could fully understand. Sometimes you will get bit; sometimes you will do the biting. But end the end you will just hold hands learning to forgive and forget falling further and further in love.” As her footsteps dropped to an effortless standstill beside his, he found himself studying the source of the disturbance. Though he knew exactly what it was, his eyes found themselves wondering upon her. The words came to his lips but no sound seemed to escape. He wished to end the silence between them, to end the moment and just go back to the happy times that they had shared before. This stressful argument had been pointless and only ended in his possibly losing a good friend. Though his face still stung with the blow she had given him, and his pride took to the fact that she had done it in anger. He couldn’t remember why he even walked away. It had been on impulse, resisting the will to just give in and let her get away with it. But here he was hating that he even walked away to begin with, so what did he accomplish, nothing. Time, time had a funny way of healing all wounds. It had the ability to change everything and mend the world with its never ending momentum. The fact that she was here beside him boded well for him. She didn’t hate him she took the time to walk back over to him and stand by him. He felt so much affection for her, this girl. He admired the way she was so crazy, the randomness of her actions merged with mystery that she was. His hand out stretched to hers molding with her soft delicate fingers. They way her heart beat pulsed through her fingertips sent a small tingling sensation up his arm. Happiness was once again flowing though him, it was just a moment in time to him. Time is a very valuable resource that he would never be able to replace, so with the gentlest of words he tried to portray his feelings to her. His lips bent to the words merging sweetly with the cool breeze. “ Tressa.” His voice halted, he was unsure what to say. So many words passed through his head, blankly he stared at the earth beneath his feet. He wanted to tell her that he was sorry, that he forgave her, that he loved her and needed nothing more than her hand like he held it now. He wanted to let her know how temporary pain was, that with her there was no furry that could last. That she was turning out to be more than an acquaintance, more than a friend. He couldn’t say the words that floated right on the tip of his tongue. “ I’m sorry for making you feel bad. I deserved it and I shouldn’t have walked away from you like I did… please forgive me? I know I don’t deserve your friendship and I’m surprised you even came back to me after the way I treated you. I don’t know how else to let you know… I think you’re a wonderful person.” His voice trailed off, letting the last part he was too scared to say roll off his lips in a whisper. “And I love you…” Today had been a whorl wind of emotions, and it had only just begun. He shunned too think what was next. The road held many adventures he hated to think how lonely it would be without her.

[Tressa]

The feeling of his hand entwining hers caused a warmth to spread over her skin. It was an inviting feeling and her fingers reacted to his, welcoming them. Guilt still held the majority of her being, yet the happiness brought by his touch was slowly gaining ground. It was so much more than just holding hands, it symbolized an accepted apology, forgiveness, affection and much more. A smile played at her lips denying the sadness that fed her tears and they stopped. It was crazy, he could send her from a trembling mess to smiling in seconds. The sensation of his eyes on her left trails of chills that lingered for moments after his gaze passed on to a new spot. “ Tressa.” The sound of her name passing through his lips overpowered the bits of her remaining shame and she turned her face to his. She could hear his heart beating, it was a soothing sound. Her eyes still glazed in her spent tears searched for his. Upon meeting his eyes the small smile on her face deepened to reveal the narrow and sharp pointed canines she possessed while her heart beat quickened. It was a true smile, one that didn’t appear often. She had been sure he was going to turn her away and she was thankful he hadn‘t. Holding his eyes she waited for the rest of his words to come. “ I’m sorry for making you feel bad. I deserved it and I shouldn’t have walked away from you like I did… please forgive me? I know I don’t deserve your friendship and I’m surprised you even came back to me after the way I treated you. I don’t know how else to let you know… I think you’re a wonderful person.” He was asking her to forgive him? It had been her fault there was nothing to forgive. She had laid her hand upon him in a disrespectful manner out of anger, she had been the one in need of forgiving. He had forgave her. Even while he had no need to be remorseful she dismissed the thought of explaining this to him. To accept his apology would be simpler and take much lass time. He thought she was wonderful? She disagreed with his thought, but it flattered her and a pink flush tinted her cheeks lightly. The way his voice had trailed off left her hanging on the silence waiting for his next words in anticipation. “And I love you…” Shock left her stunned and her hand tightened against his in reaction to the words. And I love you, they replayed in her mind over and over. Had she heard him right? No one other than her mother had ever spoken those words to her. The memories of her time with him replayed quickly in her mind. From the moment she’d met him on the road, the way the beggar disguised thief had tormented him with a joke and she‘d done her best to aide his pride, the tavern where they‘d sat and conversed about nothing whilst mostly staring at each other, the room where she‘d revealed what she was and he‘d used her for a pillow instead of running away, the moment they’d both turned goodbye into a journey, the look on his face as she’d laughed at his ant war, all of them up to the way she’d felt pinned to the earth by him, the emotionally tortured moment she’d caused that had led to this and the way the look in his eyes had hurt her.. So much they’d done in so little time with each other. She couldn’t deny the way she felt, the way his tiniest actions affected her greatly. She knew she loved him, it was new love and still easily turned to scorn, but it was love all the same. She knew what she wanted to say, but her mouth wouldn’t voice the words she wished. It took a moment before she finally spoke. “I.. er.. It was my fault I shouldn’t have slapp.. did what I did.” Frustrated by the way she helplessly stumbled over her words Tressa grew silent to regroup her intended words. Her weight shifting between each of her feet anxiously. “I mean I’m sorry and I forgive you.” Her words were soft and reflected her embarrassment of her clumsy speech. They only grew softer as she finished. “I love you too” Her tone was a gentle as it could be and she stepped nearer him as the last syllabal of her sentence was heard. She had no idea what else to say. She couldn’t find words to express everything she felt. Holding his hand was the best feeling in the world to her right now. The only thing she was sure of was she was thankful for not being in her Tiger form, because the sudden urge to rub against his legs purring like a house cat would do was more than she could bear. Her human form being the only thing stopping it from actually happening. It had been a long day, full of surprises which she was sure were far from over. It just now hit her how exhausted she was and how the warm rays of sun on her back soothed her. She was used to sleeping through the hotter parts of the day. The road ahead of them was long and mysterious and she couldn’t wait to explore it with him.

[Dusk]

XP Award! Tressa XP Award: Seduction: 1 XP, Wilderness Survival: 1 XP, Hunting: 1 XP, Unarmed Combat: 2 XP Lore Award: Getting petted, Human cuisine, Trusting a human, Accidental groping, The confusion of bonding Ledger: -5 sm for lodging, Leon XP Award: Seduction: 2 XP, Wilderness Survival: 1 XP, Tracking: 1 XP Lore Award: Kelvic shifting, Strange dreams, Kelvics' lack of propriety, Grisly gifts, The dangers of bonding to a predator, Forgiveness Ledger: -15 gm 5 sm for food and lodging, -2 gm for breakfast, -1 gm rope, -7gm trail rations (14 days), -1 gm various supplies, Additional Note Leon, be careful about RPing other peoples' characters - it's not entirely fair to write what Tressa's reactions would be and what she'd do, since you can't predict them, and it paints her into a corner as far as what she can respond with. Tress, be careful with using history that you as a player knows as if your character knows it. How would Tressa know the ancient history of how Kelvics were created? Most Kelvics don't remember book-learning or history simply because animals don't find much use for it, so Kelvics don't either. The attack after being woken up was excellent though, a perfect example of why people are uncomfortable around Kelvics! Good luck in your journeys, and I hope they don't kill each other!