Cursed! What of it!? ((Tehya, Open))

[asake bale levy]

Cursed!

Cursed!

When one is cursed, it is all they can think of! How best o hide it, how best to control it, then most importantly, how best to utilize it. Yet for the man barging into Arby's at one in the afternoon, dressed loosely in jeans and hoodie of plain tastes. Dull blue, his dark hair loose and slightly covering his eyes. No one in this town seemed to like Arby's, yet for some reason it has been here since he himself was young. Amazing how they stay in business. Still, all this did for the man was create a no-wait zone for his unnatural desire.

The place itself was better looking than say... McDonalds. Cool colors playing nicely with the atmosphere of Mesa. Collected and cool headed. Homey yet never to comfortable. Just enough atmosphere to cushion the rudeness of the man as he scrambled to the counter. Breathing heavily as his dark eyes focused on the register. The one at the counter taken aback by the sudden appearance. unnerved by the heaviness of his breath. It was as if the man would pounce at any moment!

" Roast. Beef. Sandwich. " The man panted, his dark eyes wavering little in the exchange. Already throwing the respectable amount of payment for his order. Nodding slowly, the serviceman shakily punched in the order, not daring to tell the man the obvious on that he would have to wait.

Which, after the scene he put on. The wait wasn't that long.

Placing the tray softly on a corner table. Those tables that only seated two, made it easier to guard in any case. A death glare to any man or woman. Heck any child either that would think to grab his meal. Even the subtle glazing of the afternoon sun peering in through the window would make him seem any less scary.

Yet this wasn't him.

An internal sigh as Asake worked at gathering his senses and just eating the meal his instincts so happily scared half of mesa for. A slight sigh at his cursing. Or the shifting that was starting to become common. He was just able to be blessed with being a carnivore. Even more so a Wolf! A beast who would fight to the death to keep a meal. He just could not help himself.

Taking only one bite of his sandwich was enough to make him loose track of his thoughts. Just indulging himself with the problem that was his since childhood. Mouthwatering flesh, if only a little cooked. More preference if fully raw, a slight twitch of the head at the ungodly plethora of flavors even raw meat could provide.

Yup...

A god damn beast who enjoyed anything that once was alive. Oh joy.

[tehya niabi glasbrook]

She was one to always stick to the buildings that claimed little to no inhabitance. Buildings; because she hated the natural, thought it brought on that... unnatural side of her. Little to no inhabitance; well - it brought less attention to her light brown eyes. Less attention to her painstaking beauty that only one of great self-esteem and public popularity would have. But that would not be her, of course. So, she strayed out of discrimination's way, crossing its only when she had a bottle of alcohol in her grasp that cooled her wired nerves. Always cautious, never outspoken. Hell, it could only be expected from one of many who were cursed.

As she entered the Arby's fast food restaurant, closing the heavy door behind her so as not to attract the bell announcing her appearance, it wasn't very hard to notice the amblings of that dark haired man at the counter. The cashiers eyes were wide with curiosity and fright. But Tehya's eyes were only for the man and his motions, her ears only for his words. Her hands were still locked behind her upon the door handle, making her cream-colored blouse stretch uncomfortably across her toned stomach and full chest. Too many years of shifting into a swan - of all creatures, a swan! - had brought her senses justice, at least. And her ever-cautious eyes could not miss the almost predatory stance of the handsome man, who had now gone off the the corner, completely oblivious to her company. The very pores of her were screaming danger!, carnivore!, death!, meat-eater!.

But really... she had nothing to fear, did she? She was no piece of meat here. She was human. With a sigh of relief, the young woman approached the counter, her long, medium brown hair flowing freely behind her. The cashier was very nervous about her approach... most likely wondering what the hell would come next after an explosion out of the latter customer. But Tehya simply offered him an order in a very light, delicate voice; "Italian sub, please... and a passion fruit tea." Waiting for a moment or two for her food to come to her, along with the drink she had bought to refresh her, she placed a mere three dollars on the counter and told him to keep the change. Then she turned her eyes back to the person, no, the thing, that had been grasping her attention for the past few minutes. She chose the opposite table from him, also in a corner and suitable for a couple, or two friends. But she was alone, which was almost always common for her, pretty as she was. Although she considered the obvious fact that she was visible to him, she couldn't bear turning her back on the man who acted like... well, like a wolf. Too dangerous.

And yet... he seemed so familiar.

[asake bale levy]

Accursed.

His belly full to the capacity of his wallet. Something horrible when he has the form of a furry beast. A wolf, lovely creatures when you are not one of them. Yet, Asake enjoyed his dual life. For he has had to live with his for his entire life. These little episodes have only been happening lately, sake being that he was young and has the wolfish instincts of life in all aspects. Horrible as it be, he just felt horribly lonely for himself. Even if he had a human side as well, one that could ignore these primal aspects.

No, his deep brown eyes lifting to his surroundings since he dwelt into his hunger. Asake's nostrils flared, the subtle powers of his life coming forth. He could not smell the flowers from miles away like he could as a wolf. Yet, in this enclosed building, there was a familiar scent. Only just noticing the cautious, if not suspicious figure of a woman sitting just across from him, a few tables down. She seemed familiar, his eyes falling into a predatory stare as he tried to figure out where his mind left riddles.

Who, where...

The smell of the outdoors comes to mind. It was a casual day he would think. Not to hot, with a nice breeze to cool off the inhabitants of the reserve. Sometimes those that were cursed need to become their animal in order to control themselves. This is what Asake was doing, running about someplace he could not remember. Enjoying the day. Fun thing was though, Asake was a wolf of larger than average size. One who became prime game for those certain hunters who just oh so loved a fine pelt. That was the day, one of joy that turned into bloodshed as he was sprinting along the riding trails. Go fast enough to skid past hunters on foot or ATVs. Only to run head on into a terrified horse. A woman perched atop the rounded belly as it flipped. Who, as he was... a larger than average wolf. Large enough to be a pony himself. The woman was injured, yet alive. Fully aware of the predator that meant her no harm. Sadly, the accident bought the hunters time to catch up to him. Still ,To Asake's surprise, as he dived into the bush again. His ears pricked to survey where the Hunters would venture. The woman threw them off track. Giving him the needed time to escape into Mesa.

Oh, he remembered that scent. A light spring scent. Like a Swan almost. Asake never enjoyed a swan as a meal, stringy and sour. Yet, they were a sight to see. Much like this woman he was coming to learn was most likely unsettled by his stare. Dark eyes diverting as he cleaned his area, disposing of the trash a moment. Feet sliding upon the tiled floors as he pondered this. A smile forming on his lips as he circled about the place. Acting as making for the exit before sliding besides the table of the woman a moment.

" Pardons, Might just be that you seem familiar. What is your name? " He spoke, deep voiced and somewhat hoarse. Yet, it had a musical tone to it, much like one of a old story teller or singer. Yet, singer Asake was not. His eyes glancing about the femme a moment, finding beauty on Human's terms. Trust in Wolves... for she acted much like prey. Tensed and spring-loaded, ready to run rather than fight. Still, he was not attempting to scare her. Far from it. There was just an interest.


Not one of any hunger though.