Kameron and Kristina

Kameron: The establishment seemed interesting enough to catch the male's attention. His ice irises peered inside after opening the door with a swift pull. The man began to prowl inside as a certain came over him. There was something about this place that drew him there; it was as if a flame ignited within him. Wearing upon his figure was a three piece gray suit adorned with a light blue tie to accent it. It was not a classic pairing though he wasn't one for being basic at all. Far from it. Small strides lead him to the bar where he had appeared with a humble smile. "Whiskey neat." He gently yet strongly told the bartender. Looking off the corner of his eye to see a women peering off in the distance after ordering an ale. Huh, good taste. Leaning back in his chair and closed his irises, pulling back his dark chocolate locks away from his view. 'Lets see how this goes.' He thought to himself.

Kristina: Kristina didn't hear the chime of the bell when the front door opened, she was busy inside taking inventory of the bottles she had out on display for customers to see. It was a slow day so she really had nothing special taking place. For being in such a larger tourist city she enjoyed the slow days, where she could just take inventory drink a little wine and relax. Hearing the foot steps coming up behind her she would pause in her writing for a moment. "Welcome To The Dive Bar." She would speak softly but loud enough he could hear her speak, her Russian accent playing on her voice with each words she spoke. Hearing his order she would nod her head several times, "Coming right up." Turning on the heel of her high-top black sneakers she would walk over to the chilled glass fridge, pushing the door open she would lean forward a bit. Grabbing the glass she would place it onto the counter, she would then close the door with one hand. While the other reached up and grabbed a good brand of whiskey from the shelf. Once the door was shut her now free hand moved to the head of the bottle and pulled the cork, she would then pour him a glass. Once it high enough she would stuff the cork back into the hole and place the bottle back in it's place. Lifting the glass up she would grab a napkin with her free hand, turning she would finally lay her eyes on the male that came into the bar. "Here you go." Leaning across the lower counter she would place it onto the counter in front of him, on top of the napkin she grabbed. Kris was more or less human, everything about her screamed human female and she did everything in her power to not draw attention to what she really was deep down inside. "Let me know if I can get you anything else." She would let her fingers slip from the glass as she spoke, turning on her heels again she would walk back over to her clipboard and go back to writing down inventory, waiting to see if he wanted to start a conversation or enjoy his drink in peace.

Kameron: Seeing that a lady was making his drink, it took his gaze off of the girl that ordered ale to the Russian one. She seemed human but there was something off about her. He couldn't tell what it wasn't. When she had finished his drink and told him to let her know if he wanted anything else; he nodded at them softly. "Pochemu ty pryachesh'sya, kto ty?" ( Why are you hiding who you are?) He asked in her native language. Kameron knew many languages and had traveled to many places during his childhood. Even more so now that he was on his own again. His mother, Tatiana disappeared and well his father is deceased. He knew of his father but never really was allowed to call him by his name. Mother didn't like it. So he's been on his own for quite some time now. The wolf man sipped on his drink and tried to relax in his seat. Taking note that she was doing inventorying the stock and smirked a little. Smart girl. Seems she was the owner of this place. Perhaps this wasn't a completely dull down after all. Sighing to himself as he placed the money for his drink on the table since he decided that was the only drink he wanted. Even adding a twenty dollar tip in there since she was quick and kind. "Keep the change. It's for you." His voice being deep and a tad raspy, almost cajun southern like.

Kristina: Reaching to place her clipboard back onto the small hook under the register so she can make her orders in the next few days, before she would place the board on the hook the male behind her spoke in her native tongue.  "Hiding who I am?" She would glance over her shoulder at the male. "I'm sorry but I have no clue what you are talking about." She would place the board on the hook, before turning around and walking over to the male. Reaching the male she would reach over and take the cash from the counter, "Thank you. Is the drink okay?" She would then walk over to the register and place his order into the machine and placing the cash in, then taking the change out and placing it into the tip jar. Closing the drawer she would walk over to the sink and wash her hands in warm water, when she pumped the soap into her hands a soft honey smell came from the soap. "New to town or just new to the bar??"

Kameron: Finishing his drink and listened to her carefully; he'd then nod at her question if his drink was good. "Yes it was lovely." Closing his gaze for a moment and smiled at the smell of honey dashing under his nose. Oh how he loved that smell. It reminded him of the days where his mother would take him to the markets for fresh honey every Sunday. Shaking his head as she asked if he was new to town or just the bar, he chuckled a little. "New to town. I'm not from here. Though to be frank, I don't even remember where home is. I traveled so much as a child so I don't quite remember." Hoping over the counter and started to wash his glass with grace. It showed in his face that he enjoyed helping others. Regardless of his ego. Once finished, he got on the other side of the counter to stand by the counter. "And as far as your comment of hiding yourself" He paused and leaned over the counter to smilingly whisper, "I know you are not completely human." Sighing to himself and brought himself back up to a standing position. "If I am mistaken then please correct me." Kameron insisted.

Kristina: Nodding her head as she heard he was happy with his drink, grabbing the rag on the edge of the sink. Picking it up she would walk over to the hamper and toss it inside, it was looking a bit worn time for a cleaner one. Hearing him hop over the counter she would turn her head and glance over her shoulder at him, before she could react to stop him he began to clean his own glace. Something about the simple act made her smile, "You really don't have to do that." Grabbing a clean washrag from the drawer next to the hamper she would turn and walk over, draping it on the hook as he hopped back over the counter. Grabbing the glass he cleaned she would place it on the drying station as she heard his whisper. "I'm as human as human can get. Trust me there is nothing special about me, anymore." She would turn and walk over to the water bottle sitting on the lower counter hidden, lifting it up she would twist off the top before sipping on it slowly. "Guessing by those words you aren't....human that is." She would look down at the ground as she slowly twisted the cap back onto the bottle. "I think maybe it's time for you to leave, if that's the case. I don't want trouble." She wouldn't look back over at him, she wasn't afraid but if she wasn't human she knew all to well how the last encounter with a none human went. She had the scar on her hip to prove it.

Kameron: When she said that he didn't have to clean his own glass, he shrugged it off. "I wanted to." After being on the other side of the bar table and heard that it was his time to leave if he weren't human. He raised his eyebrow for a brief moment. Sighing to himself again before leaving a piece of paper with his number on it. "I'm not wishing to cause trouble." He began. The wolf man's smile faded to a more serious hard look. "Just looking for someone to talk to regardless of what they were. Guess I will go else where." Putting his hands in his pocket and turned on his heels to head towards the door. As he made his way outside, his inner wolf growled at him. 'What a bitch!' His wolf yelled in his mind. "Knock it off, she was just being cautious of herself." He spoke to himself. Heading towards the forest, after turning his phone ringer on with full volume. Just in case. Perhaps he was being too much of his dick self. Too prideful in his abilities. He'd tone them down if they were to see each other again. That is if she even considered it. Taking off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt along with un-tucked it from his pants. Revealing the claw mark scar on his chest along with his tattoos of pistols on each side of his hips. ( https://i.pinimg.com/600x315/23/4e/0c/234e0ce34dd10fe8ae15de2b6cb4e311.jpg on each side minus all the other tattoos) Going into his pocket to grab a cigarette and his zippo. Once he had it, he put the cancer stick in his mouth and flipped the lighter open to let the flame burn the tip of the wrapping. Putting the lighter away once closing it back into his pocket and took a long slow drag before blowing out the smoke.

Kristina: Hearing the paper getting placed down onto the counter she would turn her head and glance over her shoulder, looking at the paper more than anything. Hearing him speak she would look back down at the water bottle in her hand, placing it down onto the counter in front of her as she thought about his words. Nodding her head as she heard the front door chime as he opened it up and walked out of the building. Turning on her heels, Kris would look towards the front door to really make sure he had left the building. Not seeing the male a heavy sigh would escape her chest along with the feeling that was slowly taking over her body. Leaning back onto the counter behind her, her frame slouched a bit as she closed her eyes letting the anxiety wash from her body. Even though she tried to push him from her mind something pulled her attention over to the paper sitting on the counter, grunting she would push herself off the counter and move to stand back up straight. Walking over she would pick the paper off the counter, lifting it up she would look it over. Repeating his number in her head several times, not to remember it but so she wondered if the number was even real. Let alone if he was even telling the truth, what was there to talk about. She doesn't know him and vise versa. Turning on her heels again as she heard the front door open again, walking over to the trash she would crumple up the paper n toss it away. Before the paper hit the trash the building began to shake, causing her to take a step back. Glancing over her shoulder she noticed the next guest didn't even react, they didn't feel a thing. When it stopped she would fix her shirt as she cleared her throat. Glancing back down at the paper she would think about it for a moment before looking about. "Would ya'll leave me alone. Now you want to butt your heads in." She would mumble as she bent down n picking up the number and clearing her throat again. Stuffing the paper in her pocket before walking over and going back to work, least till it was closing time. Walking the last customer out she would shut n lock the door, as the door latched the paper would fall from her pocket catching her attention.  Kneeling down she would pick it up, looking it over as she stayed in place. "What is with this one ya'll want here so much." She would move to stand up, looking about the place. Reaching into her pocket she would pull out her cell phone and send a text message, really not expecting to get a reply back. "Alright, you win. You want to talk we can talk but not at my bar. Pick a time and place." Looking it over for a few moments before deleting it all. "Sound like a mean ass why don't you." Shaking her head as she moved to take a seat on one of the bar stools. "Hey, bar is closed if you want to come back n talk. If not I understand." Hitting send before she could second guess herself. Placing the phone on the counter as she moved to stand up, she would then start to clean the place up.

Kameron: Several hours had pasted and he had spent the time just walking around the forest. Half debated about going into his wolf form to go and hunt but decided against it. 'This girl, she's different. Not sure what it is but she's different, boy.' His wolf calmly spoke. Nodding to himself after putting out his last cigarette. Blowing out the smoke and bumped the tree heavily to let his bag drop. Putting his jacket inside and undressed all the way to find more casual clothing. White muscle shirt, along with some ripped jeans. Combat boots on his feet. After a few minutes, he'd appear in front of the establishment and took a deepened breath. Knocking against the door, he's soon wait for the response. Though there was part of him that wondered if this was all a trap, maybe he should be on his guard in case it was. I mean it had been several hours since they talked and she made it very clear that she didn't really wish to be around supernatural beings. Running his digits through his strands and sighed once more.

Kristina: After cleaning up the bar and getting it ready for tomorrows shift, Kristina would make herself a long island iced tea. Plopping down onto one of the sofas just under the air conditioning vent, the dark haired female would relax after a longs day. She had no clue if he was going to come back but she would wait till her drink was gone before she'd go home. Hearing the knock on the door she would place the half gone glass down onto the wooden side table to her right, slipping her fingers from the glass as she uncrossed one long leg over the other. Moving to stand up her hands moved to the bottom hem of her shirt, curling her fingers Kris gave her shirt a soft tug fixing it a bit. "Relax." She whispered softly to herself, before moving off towards the door. Reaching the door she forced her frame to come to a stop a few steps away from the door, starring it down part of her wanted not to answer it. She knew if she turned around and walked way from the door the ancestors would make her night a living hell. Picking, hopefully, the lesser of two evils. Reaching her hand out she would unlock the door and pulled it open, her eyes went straight for the ground as she took a step aside. Moving out of the way so he could join her. "Come on in." She would glance up at him for a brief moment, before her eyes would return to the ground in front of her.

Kameron: Once the door was unlocked and opened, the lycan male would give a polite smile. Stepping inside before heading over to the sofa that had a glass near it. Choosing the one across from it and took a seat. "Thank you for inviting me back." Kameron softly responded. Every part of him wanted to flee, there wasn't any way she'd invite him back unless she had some kind of motive behind it. She was a stranger after all. Much less a human stranger. Trying to relax himself on the sofa, he'd close his caramel irises. His inner wolf started thrashing within him and howling in danger. He'd growl internally before the wolf would calm down. Soon the male would open his gaze to look at the women for a moment. There really was something off about her. He wasn't sure what it was but she was truly different. A sudden chuckle came from his firm yet soft lips. "Please relax." Taking note that she seemed anxious of him being there again. "I'm not going to cause any trouble."

Kristina: Listening to his foot steps she would wait till the sound was solo in her left ear, before turning and closing the door.  Locking it she pressed her head against the wood as she took a deep breath. "Ya'll get me killed. I swear I'll burn down every plain till I find you." She mumbled slightly. Lifting her head off the wood she would turn, seeing him taking a seat on the sofa she nodded her head. Making her way over towards him and her seat she would think about it, what could be so important to break the silence that was in place for so long. They never spoke to her, not even when she went back home. Always used something or someone else to get the message across, what was different now? Reaching the sofa she turned on her heels and moved to take a seat. "You want something to drink feel free to help yourself. I'm closed and like I believe you are a big boy who can make his own drinks." Lifting her right hand up she wrapped her fingers around the glass sitting next to her, lifting it up she moved it to rest on her knee after crossing one leg back over the other. "You aren't the one I'm worried about, causing trouble." She glanced over at the male for a moment. "So what did you want to talk about?"

Kameron: The male smirked at the women's comment about being a big boy that can make his own drinks if he wanted one. "As a matter fact, I am." Lifting onto his form to his feet with a certain grace before moving towards the bar to do just that. Once there, he'd lean his toned torso against the wood counter to grab a tumbler glass. Put a single rock and grabbed the bottle of Tullamore Dew, triple distilled, pouring at least two fingers full. Capping it shut and put it back on the bar. The moment it was finished, he delicately took the glass and went back to the couch. Taking a seat and rested his arms on each side of him. Hearing her comment of not being worried of him causing trouble, he raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that?" He asked. When she asked what he wished to talk about, he shrugged for a moment and took a sip of his drink. "I'm not quite sure. All I know is you are very different. I'm not all sure why but you are." Kameron admitted.

Kristina: Seeing his shadow move she would lift her gaze up and look over at the male, watching him walk over to the bar. Part of her wondered what he was making himself to drink the other wanted to know why he picked her to talk to. Out off all the creatures in the world why her?  Her gaze following his every movement until he returned to the seat in front of her, pulling her gaze away from him she'd speak. "Hard to explain." She let out a soft chuckle and shrugged her shoulder. "We are all different in our own ways, some more than other but I'm here to listen. Sometimes it's just nice to spill things to a stranger you may or may not see ever again." Giggling again she would glance over at him for a moment as she thought about what to say next. "You are right though. I'm not normal. I was special at one point and then everything about me that was 'special' was taken from me but the people that raised me. Now I'm not different then the people that walk in and out every night."

Kameron: When she returned to the couch where he was directly in front of her, he listened. Though he chuckled himself at the first part of her answer. "Makes sense. Though it doesn't exactly answer the question." He teased. Yet when he did hear it, it made him raise an eyebrow in question. 'It was taken? How the hell?' His inner wolf called. Finishing his drink, he'd then place the glass on a table beside him and slightly lean forward with his hands on each knees; digits laced together. "I see." Pausing for a moment and licked his lips along with took a deep breathe, trying to understand. "What exactly do you mean by it was taken from you?" Oh he was so glad that he had whiskey before this. He could tell it was going to be a long night. The last time he did a talk like this was with an old friend that was now deceased. He and his friend emptied a bottle and a half of whiskey. Dear gods, lets not have it go that way. Shaking his head and leaned back on the couch to cross his arms across his chest, waiting for the response.

Kristina: Lifting the glass up to her lips she took slow mouth full, sipping on the drink as she tried to figured out how to answer that question. Was she wanting to be full open with a stranger she just met or was she going to give him the half baked version. Either could result in mistrust or pissing him off. She really wasn't sure how she wanted this to go. Pulling the glass away from her lips she would nod her head several time, placing it down onto the side table. Her eyes moving to his as she hoped for any glimpse he was worth trusting with the truth but as she looked into his eyes, those ocean blue eyes. Something told her maybe it was alright to give a bit of the truth. Resting her hands back in her lap as she also saw the same stare of something cold...something lost and forgotten. "I was born a half breed of sorts. Between a witch and a lycan. At first the coven was okay with me being born to the wolf enemy but after while they though it best I was sealed permanently. Though that was after I changed and then reborn. Magic has also abandoned me, because I'm shunned. Ancestors didn't even bother to talk to me until tonight. When I threw your number in the trash. Hence why you aren't the one I'm worried about causing trouble." She would then take a deep breath, stopping herself before she babbled any farther. "Wow, that kind came pouring out of me. Sorry." She would chuckle.

Kameron: Looking at her stunned at her explanation of what she use to be, but there was a part of him that ached that it was taken from her. That should have never happened. Shaking his head at her babbling and chuckled himself. "No, no, it's quite alright." A genuine smile appeared across his figure while his ocean eyes looked at her. "That explains why I thought you were different." Taking his glass and took a sip of it. Once finished he put it on the table he had it on before. Leaning forward with his hands laced together on his lap again, he tilted his head to the right. Perhaps, this would be a good night of conversation. Hopefully. His inner wolf actually went quiet wishing to listen to the women. When he heard the comment of not being the only one causing trouble, he shook his head with another chuckle. "As I said before, I'm not here to cause trouble. I swear."

Kristina: She giggled several time and nodded her head. "I know I heard you the first time." Lifting up her glass she would finish off her drink, her eyes pulling away from the male and down to his drink. Pulling the cool glass from her lips she slipped one leg off the other, before moving to stand up. "What about you? What makes you so special that they'd break silence to talk to me?" When her lips closed against one another again she turned and made her way over towards the bar, walking around to the small opening. Once behind the bar she moved to make herself another drink, ever so often she would glance up from the drink to look over at the male. Ready to listen to whatever information he was willing to give her.

Kameron: He chuckled and smiled at her. "I know but I wasn't sure if you believed me." When she got up to go make herself another drink, and asked her about what makes him so special that the ancestors would break silence; he'd sigh to himself and finished his whiskey fully. Though he didn't want any more liquor after that since he didn't wish to get drunk. Honestly he didn't really like that state anyways. Closing his gaze for a moment as all his memories came flooding in of when he became a wolf. "When I was young I had no family. My birth parents abandoned me with no name in the forest. The phrase being raised by wolves applied to me. The alphas took me in and raised me. When I was eight, I watched one transform into a person. Soon after I watched them all transform into people. I was scared at first but then I realized that it was the people that raised me. Tatiana and Mathias were my parents, they gave me my name." Pausing for moment to lick his lips before taking a breathe. "On my sixteenth birthday, Tatiana and Mathias had a fight about me. Tatiana wanted to keep me as the only human in the pack. Mathias didn't want that. He wanted to turn me into a lycan like them. He told her that was the only way I'd get to stay in the pack. She tried so hard to convince him otherwise. Told her if she fought him more on it, he'd make her turn me. After that she stopped, when the festivities started we started with a ritual. Before I knew what was going on, Mathias bit me." Pausing again to take off his jacket and his muscle shirt off to expose the scar on his left shoulder along with the scratch mark scars on his chest. Leaning back against the couch and closed his gaze again. "I understand why he did it now but at the time I hated him for it. I ran away from home the next day. About two years ago, I came back to see them and they were both deceased. The rest of the pack broke apart and I haven't found any of them." He smirked a little to himself before shaking his head with a slight chuckle. "I wouldn't exactly call myself special. I maybe a lycan but not by choice."

Kristina: Finishing making her drink she would walk back out from behind the bar, walking back over to him. Listening to his story as she moved closer, reaching the couch she would turn and take a seat. Placing the glass down onto the end table next to her, watching him closely as he explained his up bringing. Leaning back against the back of the couch she would relax, crossing one leg back over the other. When he began to peel layers off she would pull her gaze away from the male, looking down at her lap. Glancing up for only a moment to take a look at the mark left on his body. Only to drop her eyes back down to her lap, her fingers curled around her thumb and softly squeezing the digit. As his story came to an end she would glance back up at him for a quick second. "I can understand both their sides. Even though you didn't choice to be who you are now, it could of ended worse. Your body took the bite and it didn't kill you. That's rare in itself, not a lot of human survive a bite. Even at that young of an age. Seen plenty die from the bite, not pretty." She glanced over at the glass on the table next to her. "I can see why they broke silence. You were forced into becoming a Lycan and mine was taken from me. To ends of a bridge. A fucked up bridge but a bridge." She would chuckle. "Mind putting your shirt back on please." She would glance over at him for a moment, no way she could have a normal conversation with him shirtless. She was human, her thoughts and impulses where less under control than ever. It was one of the things she hated, she couldn't control her thoughts. Before being naked was normal but the longer she was like this the more abnormal it became. Reaching over she grabbed her glass and began to sip on it again, squeezing her thumb tighter distracting herself from looking over at him.

Kameron: He chuckled a little at the statements of being a fucked up bridge, and nodded a little. Though when she explained that things could have been worse if he hadn't became a lycan, he sighed. "That is true. Things could have been plenty worse." Yet when she asked him to put on a shirt and watched that she couldn't look at him for more than a couple of moments; his lips curved into a smirk. "Can't handle seeing me shirtless?" He teased. Being respectful, he'd grab his muscle shirt and put it back on. Once it was on, he'd rise to his feet and go to her. Went as far as cupping her chin with his firm hand to move her gaze up to him. "You don't have to look away anymore." The moment their views were locked, she'd be able to see the gentleness in his ocean hues. Dropping his hand and slowly took steps backwards towards the couch again to take a seat. Kameron did have a like-able charm about him, though if he chose to use it was whole other thing. For now, he chose to use it for a mere second. Closing his gaze he'd sigh in delight that the alcohol was calming his nerves. Yes it made him peel a few layers back but far from the deep ones. She won't see those for some time. She'd see only what he wanted her to see. "Now that we know a few things about each other, where do we go from here? Chat more? Perhaps?" Reverting back to his wicked smile.

Kristina: It wasn't that she couldn't handle seeing him topless but now that she was human all her emotions and impulses were different. Blinking a few times she did everything in her power to not look up at him. Feeling his hand on her chin Kris happily let him move her head, eyes meeting again as she chuckled. "Human impulses suck sometime, sorry." She could see herself drowning in those eyes but before she even could he moved away to take a seat. "I see why human breed so much. They don't live long enough to find that one person that makes them happy so the fuck and breed like rabbits. Making it harder for them to be happy. Eventually over populating things." Shrugged her shoulders as she looked around the place. After a few silent moments she moved around to take a seat across from him in a chair, crossing one leg over the other. "We can talk more. Otherwise I'm not sure what else to do."

Kameron: He couldn't help but chuckle at her comment about why humans breed and genuinely smiled. "Fair enough." He began. "Though with wolves, they are particular because we live longer than most humans. Depending on our health." After a few moments when it went silent and he watched her moved in a chair across from him, he'd flip his smile to his charmful smirk. "I could think of a thing." He paused for a second before realizing what he had said and sighed to himself. "No it's not sex. I mean that whole heartily. I know one thing we can do, if you are up for it."

Kristina: Kris nodded her head several time, agreeing with that statement. Though she never really understood why wolves lived longer, they weren't much different from humans besides the animal side of things but then again that was one answer she knew she'd never get. Pulling her gaze away from the male as he mentioned sex, her mind flooded with images of the two. Her heart began to pound in her chest again, even if that's not what he meant she couldn't stop the thoughts even if she wanted to. "Either you are doing that on purpose or you just like watching me squirm." Closing her eyes she forced herself to think about something else, anything else at this point. "Please tell me you idea before my brain does something we will both regret."

Kameron: When she pulled away her gaze from his and he heard her heart beating quickly, his face softened seeing her squirm. Even though yes he found it cute, he truly didn't mean to make her uncomfortable. "I meant go talk while walking through the woods. Give us a change of scenery." Yet before he said anything, and heard her comment of 'Before my brain does something we will both regret'; it interested him. As she closed her eyes, he cupped her chin again to have her look deeply into his eyes. His figure gentle and reassuring. He'd lean forward to kiss her forehead softly. Whispering near her ear, "I wouldn't regret it. I just want you to be comfortable. I have been letting you take the lead, I refuse to take advantage of others regardless if they are wolf or not." He admitted. Once letting go of her chin, he lifted himself up to his feet and headed for the door. "If you wish to join me in the forest to talk more, you can. If not, you have my number and we can pick another day you wish to hang out again." She'd be able to tell that she peeled a layer off him and he was starting to show that he wasn't this flirty asshole that loved sarcasm. That he wasn't a horrible guy. He just was putting up a front. Shaking his head and fixed his smile to a smirk again. Bowing his head to her and chuckled. "Looking forward to the choice, sweetie." Once he finished speaking he left the establishment to dash off to the forest. He needed air, there was something about her that made his heart flutter and that scared him. Though by Lycan law, he couldn't fall for a human. It'd kill him.

Kristina: There is was again his hand on her face, pulling her attention back towards him. Slowly she opened her eyes, even if her brain told her not to look it'll only make the thoughts worse but she opened them. If it was only to look into his eye for a few more moments, a small smile slide across her face. What came next completely caught her off guard, her cheeks reddened a bit more as she moved to stand up. Fixing her shirt as she cleared her throat a few times, she almost missed the invite for the stroll in the forest. Something she really hasn't done in a long time, though like this it was much harder to do and a lot less safe. Would him being there make things any better? She knew of lycan law, she knew he might not regret it now but down the line....when he found that one that marked his heart he would regret it. Or if his pack found out, they could make time hell. She was not going to put either of them at risk, not for something like that. Lifting her hands up and sliding them over the small curve in her back as she began to think about the offer. Though as he left she kept silent, Kris had no clue what she was going to do. Hearing the door shut her body and mind began to relax, she hadn't felt this flustered over another creature since she was a child. Turning her head, Kris glanced off towards the front door of the bar as she really though over her options. Should she go out there with him, was it safe? Would this feeling come back or would she miss it when it was all over? So many internal questions to be asked. Taking this chance of silence she moved towards the front door, making sure to lock it and turn off the rest of the lights. As she turned around to walk towards the bar something rushed through her, causing her to stop in her tracks. It felt familiar but at the same time it caused pain to rush through every part of her body, something she hadn't felt in awhile. Just as quickly as the feeling came it also vanished into thin air, when it left her heart hurt. Wanting it all to come back,  closing her eyes she almost begged in her mind to feel it again but nothing happened. Pulling her eyes open she had her answer, even if this was short and brief between the two. She'd rather live in the moment and take it for all it's worth then standing here wondering what to do. Quickly she moved off to the back of the bar and grabbed her coat and the keys, before rushing out the back of the building. Not forgetting to lock the door on the way out, once outside she took the short walk to her home. Where Kris changed into something more appropriate for a stroll in thee forest at night, afterwards she'd take off. Not really sure where to meet him but figured he'd find her instead.

Kameron: Once he arrived in the forest, his heart began to ache. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders for a moment and groaned softly to himself. Closing his gaze and tried to take a few breathes. After a few minutes, he smelt her scent. It made his hidden ears perk up within his mind and made him perk up. Still being in the clothes he was in the bar with, though he took off his shoes with his bag that was hidden in a tree. Since that really was his home was a tree. She'd never know of that. Well not never but not for a while. Traveling towards her in almost a mad dash again. Though when he found her at the edge of the forest, he stopped and smirked at her. "Decided to come a see." Turning on the charm again. "Come follow me." Shifting on his heels and started slowly walking further into the woods. Soon that feeling of her being around came through his body all over again. It almost made him bite his bottom lip but he controlled himself and made sure he didn't. He had to keep his cool around her. In all reality, he didn't really have anything to loose. Yes he knew Lycan law but he wasn't in a pack anymore. After his mother disowned him and his father dying, he left his home. No one really knew where he was or even knew if he was dead or not. For all they knew, he was. "You can ask me anything you like, Kristina." He said sincerely.

Kristina: Hearing his voice Kris stopped dead in her tracks, turning on the heel of her sneakers. Her head moving faster than the rest of her body as she looked in his direction, seeing him in the same outfit a small chuckle left her lips. Kris changed into a pair of black yoga style pants, red tank top that showed off a bit of the sports bra underneath, and her hiking sneakers. Her black sweater wrapped around her waist just in case it got too cold outside. "Couldn't keep me away I guess." Smirks, taking a deep breath as she follow after him. Picking up her pace she caught up to him before slowing down, walking along side him for now. "To be honest I'm not really sure what to ask. The most social thing I've done in years is work the bar and even that's still pretty basic. Plus you already did tell me a big chunk of your past about your family."

Kameron: Once he remembered that he had told her a good chunk of his past, he sighed and nodded but forced a smirk. "Yes I remember. You can still ask anything that comes to mind should it come up." Seeing her beside him made his heart racing. Seeing that smirk of hers only made him smirk for real. When she mentioned that all the conversation she really had was work related and bar related, he chuckled a little bit at it. "Wow that sounds boring as hell." He teased. "Why don't you get personal with your customers?" He asked in a wondering tone. It was cute that outfit that she changed into. It suited her and well was fitting all things considered. Every fiber in him wanted to push her up against a tree while having her pinned to kiss her but he knew that wouldn't be a great idea. Especially not now. It made him want to whimper in displeasement but he kept it to himself.

Kristina: Looking over at him with a confused look taking over, "Get personal with customers?" Shakes her head, "Oh yes. Let me just start asking customers..." She took a long pause, the smile returning. "Welcome, hows the family. Did you sleep with that one hottie you hit on the last time you were in. Was it good. Oh how about your doctors appointment. Did it come back positive?" Lifting her right arm up she gently pushed him with her hand, giggling. "Like that'll make them want to come back for more drinks." Drops her arm back at her side. "Alright fine. Twenty questions, no limits just limits on answers if need be. I'll start." Looking about the forest she began to think what to ask first. "Alright this isn't personal but its a start. You going to kill me tonight or kidnap me?"

Kameron: He couldn't stop laughing and felt the nudge of her hand, pushing back lightly with a smile. "Hey you never know there are some humans that enjoy gossip and will come back for more drinks if they have someone to socialize with." Once he got her first question from their game, his eyes widened and he stopped dead in his tracks. Surprised that she would even ask that. "Hell no. Why would I want to kill you? Why would I kidnap you? I get lycans can be dangerous but I am not them." Feeling himself getting really personal, he stopped and took a few deep breaths. "No I will not be killing you or kidnapping you." He calmly replied again. Starting to walk again, he'd ask gently. "Do you miss being a lycan? All the hunts, and the runs. All of the adventures."

Kristina: Turning on the heel off her foot she turned to face him as he stopped in his tracks, she already knew what kind of reaction she'd get. "It wasn't to be mean. I just, needed to make sure. Plus it got the ball rolling didn't it." When he caught up to her, Kris turned back around to be walking normal again. "Do I miss it?" Looks down at the ground as she thought on her answer. "That's like asking if you miss to be human. Yes I do." Looks over at him. "I wasn't just lycan. I was connect to everything. I could feel the forest, it was like me and the world were one. Now its like someone cut off that limb. It's there I can see the forest and world but I can't....I can't connect anymore." "Do you miss being human."

Kameron: *As he listened to the sentimental answer if she missed being what she originally was, his face softened. Though when the question was reversed back onto him but as a mortal, he sighed to himself a little. "A little. I don't miss not being strong enough to fight for myself but I don't at the same time simply for the fact that I can't be around humans for long without the risk of being shot or stabbed." He nervously chuckled. Though looked at her with a smile shortly after, "Being a lycan has it's perks."*

Kristina: Nodding her head several times, glancing down at the earth beneath their feet as she really thought it over. Was there any perks to being human? Lifting her head up Kris glanced around the forest, her mind and body missed being whole. She was human but not human at the same time, this was the closets she'll ever get to experience what its like for them. "I guess not being part of being hunted is nice. Like not having to always look over my shoulder for a hunter is nice but I miss being me more than I miss anything else. I'm not considered human cause its still inside me but I'm not one of you because it's sealed and I'm weak like a human." She paused and shrugged her shoulders. "I've accepted my new role as freak to both groups. Opened myself a bar and tried to live what life I have left. Going back home isn't a thought anymore."

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