Post by Mila on Nov 20, 2012 14:18:24 GMT -5
[Christian] Muttering under his breath Christian slumps his shoulders as he walks down the hall, apparently he needed his 'rabie shots' and apparently they were equip enough to give them to him. Rubbing his arm a low growl barreled through his chest as vibrant icy green eyes lifted upward -- within moments a girl came darting through the hall which caused his growl to get louder. When her realized she was coming in his direction he shoved his massive muscular frame against the nearby wall so August could get through. Eyebrows knitting as they lifted he crouched down much in a primal manner, palms pressing into the ground he ticked his head to one side. Christian was very much a trouble maker, it's not as if the feral planned these things out, he just didn't like like living the life of a 'human' -- putting on clothes and shoes, interacting with other beings -- he hated it all. Messy strands of blonde hair trickling into chiseled features he growled lowly and pushed into a standing stance as his nose caught whiff of food. Purring lowly the primal beast of a male began to follow his nose, he wanted food, no matter what it took to get it. Turning a corner he found himself within the Grand Hall, a plethora of people about Christian shrunk from the room for a moment -- but his stomachs growling plea's got the best of him and his feet soon carried him towards his houses table.
Leila silently moved through the corridors having spent her free time working on some or other paper that was due in a few days time she was more than just a little eager to be moving, her strides quickening as she made her way through the Magus dorms and into the main building of Hex. It didn’t take her very long to notice those all too familiar stares as she entered the busier sections of the castle, clearly some people had nothing better to do than to whisper to each other about the fictional events that were rapidly circling the school some of which involved none other than the Were herself. Rolling her eyes at the lot of them Leila paid them no mind at all as she fell in step with some of her House mates. The scowl that covered her features swiftly disappeared in favour of a smile as she made her way into the hall chatting amicably with her friends, however her attention would quickly drift off topic when she passed the crouched form of Christian, stopping to watch him she motioned for her friends to go on without her as she found herself silently wondering why he was in such a position. As always curiosity got the best of her resulting in Leila quietly following several steps behind him, she didn’t quite remember seeing him before but then again after the few days she had she wasn’t all too sure if she had already bumped into him, shaking of the thought she claimed her own seat at their shared House table. Sneaking another side glance at him she finally turned her attention back to the food in front of her, grateful for the lack of a crowd Leila was more than a little eager to tuck in. [e]
[Christian] Heightened senses getting the better of him he lifted his nose to the air, he'd known of Leila following him -- he knew she was of his race which only made him a little more uptight. Ticking his head to the side messy strands of dirtied blonde hair falling away from his icen green gaze he moved over -- he took it upon himself to jump on the edge of the table in a crouched position. Christian was never given etiquette classes you see, so his bare hands came down scooping some food into his hands he began to stuff his mouth full of meat. Primal growl barreling from his chest as some swooning girl came towards him his eyes looked blatantly violent, his growl was usually a warning of things to come if one didn't back off. People would be stupid to stop this behemoth of a male from consuming his meal, not only was he massive in size, but he was violent to boot, more so than one would expect by just looking at him. One wouldn't go up to a feeding wolf in the woods and try converse, now would they...? That is unless you were of the same species, another wolf could quiet possibly get away with it. Perched upon the edge of the table another hand reached down grabbing another hunk of meat, which was quickly consumed with a low chest barreling purr -- Christian was shoving piece after piece of food into his mouth... he hadn't eaten in days. He could feel all the eyes upon him, which left his slumped stance a little rigid, but other than that not a one of them would get a look from Christian.
Leila hungrily tore into her meal with an eagerness that surprised her, as it turns out she had not realized just how hungry she was and with that she blushed thanking every Pantheon of Gods that the Hall was only filled with the odd few students who like her had only just remembered to come down for lunch. Tucking a wayward strand of hair back behind her ear she then continued to eat her meal, she was more than content to just watch the rest of the students as they exited and entered the Hall en route to where ever it was they needed to go but clearly Christian’s antics wouldn’t have that as he seemed to command the attention of just about every person in the Hall. While everyone openly stared open mouthed at the Were’s phenomenal display of etiquette Leila grinned, the openly primal display was something she totally understood and after her spat with Brax just the other day she was not at all phased by Christian... if anything she was intrigued by him and aside from that he wasn’t all too bad to look at either. Blushing at that last train of thought Leila quickly dropped her gaze in hopes of trying not to look like some vapid airhead or worse one of Brax’s fan club members. [e]
[Christian] Wiping at the juices and grease which ran down his face with his forearm, dropping a bone upon the table his crystalline eyes darted around curiously -- not making eye contact with anyone he ticked his head wondering why people were gawking at him. Such a clueless wolf he was, he'd just attacked the food table as if it were going to run away if he didn't inhale everything he wanted to eat. Pursing his lips a purring growl bubbled from his lips as his eyes locked upon Leila -- her cheeks were reddened, which was a sign of recent embarrassment. Hopping down from the table he lurched forward and stood behind Leila, her scent caught within his nostrils "It was you..." his Scottish accent rolled off his tongue -- his voice was deep and gritty. Leaning inward without flinching away he buried his nose within Leila's hair at the crook of her neck "You follow me..." -- broken English, how cute -- primal purr barreling through his chest he slipped his hands upon Leila's shoulders... "Why you follow..." in his opinion she smelt good, her natural scents that was.
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Leila silently moved through the corridors having spent her free time working on some or other paper that was due in a few days time she was more than just a little eager to be moving, her strides quickening as she made her way through the Magus dorms and into the main building of Hex. It didn’t take her very long to notice those all too familiar stares as she entered the busier sections of the castle, clearly some people had nothing better to do than to whisper to each other about the fictional events that were rapidly circling the school some of which involved none other than the Were herself. Rolling her eyes at the lot of them Leila paid them no mind at all as she fell in step with some of her House mates. The scowl that covered her features swiftly disappeared in favour of a smile as she made her way into the hall chatting amicably with her friends, however her attention would quickly drift off topic when she passed the crouched form of Christian, stopping to watch him she motioned for her friends to go on without her as she found herself silently wondering why he was in such a position. As always curiosity got the best of her resulting in Leila quietly following several steps behind him, she didn’t quite remember seeing him before but then again after the few days she had she wasn’t all too sure if she had already bumped into him, shaking of the thought she claimed her own seat at their shared House table. Sneaking another side glance at him she finally turned her attention back to the food in front of her, grateful for the lack of a crowd Leila was more than a little eager to tuck in. [e]
[Christian] Heightened senses getting the better of him he lifted his nose to the air, he'd known of Leila following him -- he knew she was of his race which only made him a little more uptight. Ticking his head to the side messy strands of dirtied blonde hair falling away from his icen green gaze he moved over -- he took it upon himself to jump on the edge of the table in a crouched position. Christian was never given etiquette classes you see, so his bare hands came down scooping some food into his hands he began to stuff his mouth full of meat. Primal growl barreling from his chest as some swooning girl came towards him his eyes looked blatantly violent, his growl was usually a warning of things to come if one didn't back off. People would be stupid to stop this behemoth of a male from consuming his meal, not only was he massive in size, but he was violent to boot, more so than one would expect by just looking at him. One wouldn't go up to a feeding wolf in the woods and try converse, now would they...? That is unless you were of the same species, another wolf could quiet possibly get away with it. Perched upon the edge of the table another hand reached down grabbing another hunk of meat, which was quickly consumed with a low chest barreling purr -- Christian was shoving piece after piece of food into his mouth... he hadn't eaten in days. He could feel all the eyes upon him, which left his slumped stance a little rigid, but other than that not a one of them would get a look from Christian.
Leila hungrily tore into her meal with an eagerness that surprised her, as it turns out she had not realized just how hungry she was and with that she blushed thanking every Pantheon of Gods that the Hall was only filled with the odd few students who like her had only just remembered to come down for lunch. Tucking a wayward strand of hair back behind her ear she then continued to eat her meal, she was more than content to just watch the rest of the students as they exited and entered the Hall en route to where ever it was they needed to go but clearly Christian’s antics wouldn’t have that as he seemed to command the attention of just about every person in the Hall. While everyone openly stared open mouthed at the Were’s phenomenal display of etiquette Leila grinned, the openly primal display was something she totally understood and after her spat with Brax just the other day she was not at all phased by Christian... if anything she was intrigued by him and aside from that he wasn’t all too bad to look at either. Blushing at that last train of thought Leila quickly dropped her gaze in hopes of trying not to look like some vapid airhead or worse one of Brax’s fan club members. [e]
[Christian] Wiping at the juices and grease which ran down his face with his forearm, dropping a bone upon the table his crystalline eyes darted around curiously -- not making eye contact with anyone he ticked his head wondering why people were gawking at him. Such a clueless wolf he was, he'd just attacked the food table as if it were going to run away if he didn't inhale everything he wanted to eat. Pursing his lips a purring growl bubbled from his lips as his eyes locked upon Leila -- her cheeks were reddened, which was a sign of recent embarrassment. Hopping down from the table he lurched forward and stood behind Leila, her scent caught within his nostrils "It was you..." his Scottish accent rolled off his tongue -- his voice was deep and gritty. Leaning inward without flinching away he buried his nose within Leila's hair at the crook of her neck "You follow me..." -- broken English, how cute -- primal purr barreling through his chest he slipped his hands upon Leila's shoulders... "Why you follow..." in his opinion she smelt good, her natural scents that was.
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