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Sylvia Karis Winters
 Posted: Jun 7 2014, 09:58 PM
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Shifting during the full moon had never been easy for Sylvia Winters; she never knew the exact moment when it would hit, and so she would seemingly always shift when she was wearing an outfit she liked or when she was in an inconvenient location. She wished that she had the luxury to plan where to be during the full moon (since her calendar did denote full moons) but something always came up to drag her out of the house.

It just so happened that this "emergency" happened in the middle of the woods. The mother of one of the children she tended for had grown ill and the mother had been panicky about the rising fever. Sylvia had advised her to call the hospital if she was worried, but the mother refused to drive the child anywhere, and so Sylvia had to trudge out to make sure that everything was all right. Sure enough, the girl was fine-- She just needed more fluids and a lot more rest. She'd been happy that someone had considered her useful for something up until the point when she'd mentioned to the parent that she'd need a ride, since it was almost dark and she'd bicycled the way over.

"What kind of planning is that?!" the mother demanded. "I can't leave the house now! You should have better foresight next time!"

...and so, after all was said and done, Sylvia shifted in the middle of nowhere, and her bear form had been so hungry that she'd apparently wandered off to try and find food. But apparently things hadn't worked out so well, because when she woke up human in the morning, she was starving and parched and covered in dirt. And the worst part was, she didn't have her bike. What a nice bike it was, too! She'd kill whoever stole it, but only after crying about how insensitive they were for not considering the owner's feelings!

At least some hiker didn't find me, she thought, trying to look on the bright side as she slowly limped through the woods. That would be... Uncomfortable... She wasn't even sure how far she'd traveled over the course of the night. Her bear form was just another part of her, but when it was hungry, Sylvia knew that she was more feral than she'd like to admit. Which meant that she could get a bit carried away with all the beasting and rumbling and stomping around in the woods.

Sylvia was well aware that she was naked as the day she'd been bored, and so she did her best to retrace her badly-remembered steps to make it back to the parent's house so that she could at least get some clothing before going home. She would, of course, have to explain how she ended up naked in the woods in the first place... Well, she had time to think about it. And if all else failed, only a person without a soul would turn away a dirty, nude, unkempt woman... right?

And injured, too, she realized when she felt pain in her shoulder. Cursing, she patted it and drew her hand back to find blood on her fingertips. Memories slowly began to return: she'd begun to climb a tree, but she shifted back to her human form moments before reaching a safe part, and she'd fallen backwards onto something. "Naturally," she sighed. Maybe that was why it hurt to walk. "Why can't that advanced healing ever work faster...?"

Childishly, she began to blame that kid's mother for dragging her out in the first place. Otherwise, she could have safely shifted at home before taking a nap on the floor for a few hours. So far the only upside to the incident was that she was in the middle of the woods and therefore there was no one around to witness her getting the sniffles as she felt more and more alone. If her family still lived in town, she could have just went to them... But she had no one to turn to, and that was enough to bring those dumb tears to her brown eyes again.

Finally, finally, she spotted a house up ahead. Was that the one that she'd went to the night before? She couldn't tell... She hadn't exactly been memorizing the details, since there was a sick kid who needed her help and the color of the roof wasn't exactly of importance to her at the time. Oh, well! She'd just have to assume that it was the same one. Besides, how many damned houses could there be in the middle of nowhere?! Yes, it had to be this one! The porch looked so familiar! And those lights-- She'd definitely looked at those porch lights last night, when waiting to be let in!

Sylvia lifted a fist to knock on the door, but she remembered that there were tears in her eyes and with a sniff she did her best to wipe them away. It looked bad enough that she was naked and covered in dirt and bleeding without her having to cry-- If she did show up with tears in her eyes, the woman would probably get the wrong idea and have her file some sort of unnecessary report.

Only when she raised a fist for the second time did she realize that she had never thought of an excuse. She'd literally be showing up, a mess, on an acquaintance's porch asking for clothes and a bath with no explanation for how it happened. But what else was she supposed to do? Her apartment was in town, after all... Better than embarrassing herself in front of one person instead of the entire town. With a sigh, feeling as though this was somehow in her character, she rapped urgently on the door and called out for some help.

...suddenly, for no reason, she became very aware of her nudity and did her best to cover herself up. The only thing that brought her relief was the reminder that the woman was divorced and lived alone with her daughter. Thank God there wasn't a man there to open up the door to see her there-- What a sort of happening that would be!

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 Posted: Jun 10 2014, 10:52 PM
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Have fun tonight, Jamie,” Blaine said to his son, ruffling the kid’s hair. He smiled weakly at the boy as he unbuckled his seatbelt and slid out of the truck. Jamie hefted his bookbag over his shoulder and gave a forced smile. Neither one of them really wanted to do this but it was their only option now that Bailey was in the picture.

Climbing out of his truck, Blaine opened the back seat and pulled out the carrier that Bailey was strapped inside of. She was only seven months old and started crawling everywhere, curious as a cat. He couldn’t just leave the baby home alone with a nine year old boy in the middle of the night-- it wasn’t right. (Not that Blaine liked doing it when it was just Jamie but at least the boy could call out for his father of a jaguar to come to the rescue.)

The babysitter stood in her doorway, smiling as sweetly as she could, as Jamie and Blaine made their way up to her apartment. She was an older woman with a son off in college and a werecat for a husband. Jerrod had met the couple through a poker game and ever since then the wife watched over Jamie and Bailey during the full moon.

“Hiya Jamie, I got frozen pizza and ice cream!” The babysitter cooed. The nine year old boy seemed to perk up at the sound of food and wandered into the place. Blaine handed the baby carrier and a diaper bag to the woman and checked his watch.

It’s almost sunset, I better get going,” Blaine said, “I’ll be back tomorrow as soon as possible.” With a wave to his son and a quick glance at his sleeping sister, Blaine was off. There was nothing Blaine disliked more than leaving his children with someone else. It wasn’t even like a normal babysitting situation where the babysitter could just call if there was trouble. He wouldn’t be able to hurry back if Jamie had a nightmare or Bailey got a fever.

The drive to his house was short. Yet Blaine still felt anxious. He didn’t like being home without his son. It made the already sparse cabin feel empty. They’d lived in the house for almost three years now and he still hadn’t gotten around to hanging the family pictures up. Anything was was more decorative remained in boxes out in the garage gathering dust.

Blaine knew that one of these days he was going to need to get his shit together. There was only so long before people stopped pitying his loss and started harassing him about moving on. And the worst part about it was-- they were right. He couldn’t keep holing himself up in the woods with his son, away from the world. It wasn’t far to his son.

Grumbling to himself, Blaine threw his truck keys onto the kitchen table and started tugging his shirt over his head. The sunset leaked through the windows, shading his place in oranges and reds. Just like every month before, Blaine walked out his back down in the nude. He was ready for the full moon.

Twenty years ago, Blaine would have been pacing eagerly for the shift. Nowadays he just sort of stood there, eying the perimeter suspiciously. Oh! What to be a young man again! No responsibilities, no concerns!. Blaine seriously never considered how precious those years were! He should have enjoyed them more. Instead, he spent them mostly worried about his career or his would-be wife. Those wild days had never been so wild for Blaine Hatcher.

The shift was quick. After twenty-three years of shifts, it became second nature to the man. The large jaguar form of Blaine sat idly by the back door, blinking its yellow eyes. Blaine bolted after a short while just staring into the neighboring forest. Because no one was at his home, Blaine never felt too bad about leaving the place for the night.

All throughout the night, Blaine found himself sniffing at the air curiously. Something felt off to him-- even the air smelled peculiar. Ever since he left Jamie and Bailey with the babysitter, Blaine couldn’t shake off the paranoia he felt. Blaine just wanted the sun to rise and give him back his human form-- the sooner he was on two feet the sooner he could go back to his family.

Blaine was about a mile away from his house when the sun finally rose above the treetops. He’d just leapt down from a high branch with the sun’s rays splattered over the male. He’d lost count on how many times he wound up naked on a high tree branch with no way down other than to jump. His grandfather would always yell at him when he got home as he limped into the living room. Be more responsible! He’d holler!

Inside the house, Blaine showered and wrapped a towel around his waist. He was picking out some clean clothes from his closet when he heard someone knock on the front door. A frown barred his face as he headed toward the front door. He’d glanced at his phone when he first showed up at the house; the babysitter nor Jerrod left a message saying they were coming over. Could something have happened?

In his panicked state, Blaine forgot to at least put on a pair of pants as he hurried toward the front door. It was difficult to run down the narrow hallway in nothing but a towel but Blaine managed to keep a hand on it. A lump clogged Blaine’s throat as he ripped the door open...only to find a woman standing there.

A very naked woman. His voice seemed to disappear with the lump in his throat. His mind blanked as he stared--God, he was staring! He’d already seen too much! Averting his eyes, Blaine gripped his towel a little tighter. He became far too aware of everything suddenly: the water dripping from his hair down his chest, the soft wind, and the woman’s uncomfortable breathing.

Blaine cleared his throat as he tried to figure out what to say. He wasn’t sure if this was better or worse than a surprise visit from a family member. Sure, some men would thank God for bringing them a naked, and extremely beautiful, woman to their front door. Not that Blaine wasn’t impressed by her body! He was...but he wasn’t a horny teenager anymore-- he knew now was not the time or place to be gawking at the gorgeous nude woman.

It occurred to Blaine that she might too be a werecreature who’d gotten lost in the woods-- an easy thing to do when in unfamiliar area. Blaine had gotten lost so many times as teenager once he started wandering around in Cape Haven as a jaguar. But he couldn’t just assume she was such a creature...what if she wasn’t? What if she’d been attacked? He wouldn’t know until she told him the situation.

Uh…” What was he supposed to say? “...do you want to come inside and borrow a shirt?” Well. That was a start. It was all he could think of-- he needed her to put some clothes on. Oddly enough, she was...distracting in her current state. And he was suddenly very aware of the fact that he only wore a towel around his waist.

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 Posted: Jun 13 2014, 01:01 AM
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It's impossible to know for sure what was going on in Sylvia's mind as she stood outside, apprehensive and fidgeting and waiting for someone to open the door. She was probably thinking of a good excuse as to why she was dirty and injured and naked so early in the morning. She might have thought of a good excuse, one that would surely convince anyone that she was okay and there was nothing to worry about.

At any rate, every facet of that explanation fell out of her head the minute the door opened, and while she was halfway on her way to saying Hi, I'm-- the person on the other side revealed themselves to be not some cranky young mother, but rather, a man. An older man. An older, attractive man. An older, attractive man who wasn't wearing much more than she was.

...fuck.

Those few moments of silence that passed between them were perhaps the most unbearable moments of her entire life. A thousand statements and excuses and apologies ran through her mouth, but none of them came out of the parted lips that resulted from her slacked jaw. If she had been aware of her nudity before, it was all she could think of now. The swell of her breasts that grew the more she tried to repress them, the soft dimples in her thighs when she pressed them together, the hair that fell down across her face and onto her collarbone, the soft, faded scars from the fight she'd had the week before! It was though, at once, he could see all of it, all of her!

Her grip of modesty around her body tightened as a harsh blush spread over her features, not only because of her nakedness but also because of his, and she desperately tried to keep herself from staring. He had such a nice body, masculinity radiating from every inch of his skin, and she forced herself to avoid looking at him entirely. There w-was... A little insect crawling around near the edge of the door frame... Concentrate on that, Sylvia! Don't concentrate on his chest, or his jawline, or that trail of soft hair leading down to-- No, Sylvia! Concentrate!

"I'm s-s-sorry," she finally said after he had already spoken. It was her usual habit to slap a hand over her face when she felt stupid, but she knew that doing so now would mean losing one of the limbs she needed for censorship. So she could only do her best to hide the embarrassment that was etched onto every inch of her face.

Relax, Sylvia tried to command herself. She had a fighting chance against him if he tried to attack her, but that seemed unlikely, and he even seemed as though he was trying to be polite. And so far, he hadn't even asked her about her current state, which was the best thing she could have possibly hoped for. "Could I... Yes, I c-could use one, yes, thank you... But... Could I u-use your bathroom? Just to wash off first?" She twitched involuntarily, and pain radiated from her shoulder. She winced, knowing that the bleeding would only get more obvious, but she didn't want to risk revealing herself by reaching up to touch it. "...and a bandage?"

She could feel her heart thumping painfully in her chest, so hard that she swore it was moving the arm she'd slung across her breasts. (Why were her breasts so seemingly ample now and not when she was trying to impress someone?! Oh, to be flat-chested!) It hardly seemed to matter... He had more than an eyeful to look at it and she felt more naked the more she tried to cover herself up. Her panic was rising as she felt more and more vulnerable. She had no idea who this man was or who lived with him. She had no idea if there was five other men in the back, waiting to jump her as soon as she went in! Or maybe there'd be some psychotic lover at the kitchen table, one that would start throwing knives at the sight of some naked young girl wandering around!

Moving her gaze from her somewhat diligent attention on the insect, she tried to peek past him, hoping that there wasn't going to be some housemate gawking at her from afar. Naturally she felt as though there was some catch to these circumstances, that his tentative hospitality would come at a horrible price. If she were only a beautiful woman, maybe he would help her out of charity, but she was Sylvia Winters and with her luck there was probably some windowless room with a door that locked from the outside waiting for her!

"Is there anyone here with you?" she decided to ask him, hoping that her voice wasn't trembling as much as she was. "I mean... This is... W-Well!" She felt miserable, pathetic. Part of her screamed at her to turn tail and shift and flee, letting him remember her as some lumbering bear for the rest of their lives, but she didn't want to shift when she was already feeling so poorly. But more than anything, she knew how people usually treated her and the last thing she wanted was to be at a stranger's mercy. It seemed as though one thing out of her mouth could immediately make someone loathe her, and like it or not, this man might very well be the only way she could make it back home with clothes on.

...but why did he have to be so good-looking?! It wasn't fair...!

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 Posted: Jun 14 2014, 09:16 PM
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Gripping his towel even tighter, Blaine waited for this mysterious woman’s reply. He wasn’t sure anymore if his heart was still racing because he’d worked himself up over the possibility of his kids being hurt or because the woman in front of him had an exceptional body. He felt ashamed, suddenly, that this would be the first woman he’d seen naked since his wife died. This wasn’t how he pictured the experience to occur!

Oh lord, his son! Thankfully the nine year old was away from the house. He wasn’t ready to give his son the speech about the differences in women and mens bodies. Surely if Jamie was anything like his father, he’d be interested in the subject once she slipped past in her present state. The young Hatcher boy was a cabin copy of his father sometimes!

Wait, no. It was wrong of him to even admit this woman was attractive. He shouldn’t take advantage of this poor lady in one of the most awkward situations he could ever imagine. Suddenly he felt the need to apologize repeatedly and offer her the best he could give her. “Oh...u-uh, it’s no….no,I-I’m sorry. come in, yes…of course.

Backing up and allowing the naked woman to come into his home, Blaine forced his gaze away from the woman’s shoulders to the forest outlining his cabin home. Was there someone chasing after her? How else would she have lost all her clothes? Unless...well that seemed logical. After all, he himself just returned from dealing with the same situation. After all, last night was the full moon and Cape Haven was crawling with werecreatures.

Once the front door was closed, Blaine forced himself to refrain from locking it. The urge to lock it out of habit was strong but he didn’t want to spook this woman into thinking he was trying to block any exit routes. He just wanted to help.

There’s, uh, a bathroom down the hall.” Blaine said as he rubbed his forehead. It was so difficult to think when all he could see was the curves of her body and how her hair flowed over her uninjured shoulder. “I...I gotta find the bandages and some clothes but use whatever towels are in the bathroom. A-and no...there's no one else here. You'll be okay. I promise.

With that, Blaine hurried down the hallway. He stopped briefly to open the bathroom door for his mysterious guest and cringed at the mess of toys and dirty towels that Jamie had left from his bath the other day but there wasn’t anything Blaine could do now.

Once he made it safely to his own room, Blaine hastily grabbed boxers and jeans. He dressed sloppily as he ripped open dresser drawers, looking for a shirt decent enough for his pretty guest.

Fine! Fine! He'll admit it in the privacy of his bedroom with no witnesses! She was breathtakingly beautiful! Young but gorgeous! Blaine had to wonder if he were dreaming-- beautiful women didn't just drop in unannounced, naked no less, on an everyday occurrence. Or had he finally lost his mind in his forced seclusion? There was only one way to find out....

He would have to go back out there.

Shrugging on a red flannel shirt, Blaine headed back out to where the woman was. He held in his hands a pair of his boxers-- a blue and green plaid-- and another flannel shirt, in shades of grey and black. It was the best he could find in short notice; all of his wife's old clothing had been donated to goodwill, except for her wedding dress and a favorite shirt of hers but Blaine kept those in sealed boxes up in the attic.

"I have some clothes for you," Blaine announced, not to startle the woman. She had already gone into the bathroom. God, what a situation he was in! What would Jerrod say? "I still have to find the bandage for you though...I'm sorry."

Unsure where else to put the clothes, Blaine bundled them up and set the clothes against the door. He backed away, lingering just long enough to see the doorknob twist before he bolted to the kitchen. He kept the first aid kit in the kitchen since Jamie liked to play in the backyard-- he was more likely to come running in with an injury from the back than anywhere else. Not to mention, Blaine didn’t like it when Jamie ran in and out of his room-- Blaine kept all his power tools for work in there.

Once he was in the kitchen, Blaine opened every cabinet door. It would seem, despite its permanent space within the kitchen, the first aid kit was never put in the same place. He always had it above the refrigerator but Jamie couldn’t quite reach the top shelf just yet-- so who knows where the kid put it. “God dammit, Jamie,” Blaine muttered. “Where’d you put it boy…?

Under the sink! Jamie had shoved the first aid kit underneath the sink behind the dish washer detergent! With the first aid kit in his hands, Blaine turned his attention to his bathroom once again. He dropped the kit on his dining table with a sigh. This wasn’t what he expected his morning to be like-- if anything he thought he would just pass out for a couple of hours before going to pick up Jamie and Bailey.

I’ve got the first aid kit. I can help patch your shoulder if you want...just let me know,” Blaine sound as loudly as he could, so that the woman could hear him. “I hope those clothes fit you well enough...I can drop you off in town if you need. I’ve got to go into town anyway.

He didn’t even know this woman’s name; he still didn’t know if she was attacked or what. If she was attacked by an animal, Blaine figured he should break the news-- it was highly likely that the animal who attacked her wasn’t any normal creature. “Did an animal attack you?

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For a harrowing moment, Sylvia was afraid that he'd deny her help and shut the door in her face. Wouldn't she have done the same, if some filthy, naked stranger stood outside her door and asked for hospitality? (...Well... If such a stranger looked like him, maybe she wouldn't!) But she knew that she had no choice but to depend on this man, this stranger who she already felt thoroughly embarrassed by just because of the state she was in as she stood in front of him. Ah, fate! Sylvia had always believe in good karma. So why were things like this happening to her? What had she done wrong...?!

But it seemed as though karma was on her side today, because the man, obviously sent from the heavens to rescue her from such a humiliating situation, merely stammered out an apology and moved to let her pass.

It was such an emotional situation for her that she nearly burst into tears of relief, and she had to remind herself that hugging him in such a stat would be an extremely bad idea. "Oh, thank you!" she burst, stepping inside as if she were stepping through the gates of heaven. "Thank you, thank you so much!" It had been the first time she'd smiled since she'd arrived, and it was a smile of being absolutely overjoyed at the realization that she had brief shelter.

Though she was relieved, Sylvia knew that it would be stupid (that is, like her) to let her guard down just because she was inside his house. It would make much more sense to be more suspicious. After all, she was in his domain! He knew the house's whole layout and she didn't. So something as innocuous as him telling her where the bath was ended up putting her on edge... Would he show her the room to the torture dungeon next? The windowless room?!

Don't be ridiculous, she told herself with a frown. She had thought of him as a sort of savior not sixty seconds beforehand and it was even more stupid to continuously mistrust him. He'd been nothing but polite to her, even gallant, trying to bounce his eyes whenever he could. He'd told her I promise as if they knew each other intimately enough for her to deserve promises! It made her a little relaxed!

"Which room is it?" Sylvia called back when she unsuccessfully located the bathroom. She didn't notice his stares, partly because she really was interested in taking a bath and partly because she was doing her best to get her own worship out of her mind. Oh, why did she have to meet some attractive man in the woods?! He was older than her, not like the baby-faced men she met in her own age group, but he looked the type who was comfortable in the woods, all masculinity and maturity. She could hardly stand just being in his presence, knowing that there was probably a long line of women begging to be in her place. Why couldn't she have met him in some supermarket or movie theater or park?! Oh, no! She just had to look as if she'd grown up in the woods!

To her surprise, he passed her and opened up the door for her, much as a gentleman might do if both of them were fully clothed. Feeling a warmth spreading to her cheeks, only partly from embarrassment, she waddled into the bathroom and peeped around. No, no torture equipment seemed to be lying around. In fact, to her relief, she found that it looked like a regular bathroom: sort of messy, covered in towels and the like.

"I won't be long, I promise," she said, her heart thumping as she closed the door. God, what a world we live in! She couldn't believe they'd met each other just a few minutes before. Sighing and feeling her body mostly relax as a result, she crossed over to the tub and examined it. Usually other people's showers and baths confused her, but, with a stroke of luck, she realized that filling a bath wasn't nearly as hard as trying to work a shower, and she leaned back on her heels, watching the water slowly fill up in the tub.

Sylvia jumped when he announced that he'd brought clothes despite his attempts to do otherwise, and she had to ignore her thumping heart when she yelled back a confirmation. She padded over to the door, waiting until she heard his footsteps retreat before she turned the knob and peeped out, panicked at the thought of him waiting right outside the door, but found that he wasn't around anywhere. Letting out seemingly all her breath at once, she picked up the clothes and went back inside.

As she looked for a place to set them down, she was once more comforted by the look of the bathroom. There were bath toys and towels thrown haphazardly, which told her that children lived here, too. He must be a father! She was surprised she hadn't been able to sense it immediately, but then again, she wasn't in top form quite yet. Either way, how bad could he possibly be if his kid felt comfortable enough to leave the place in a homey mess?

The bath was finally full and she nearly jumped inside, her heart swelling at the sight of something so normal as a full bath. With an ecstatic giggle she slipped into the bath, feeling her stress melt away as the hot water washed over her skin. It felt like heaven! How long had it been since she'd had a real, proper bath? She lifted a leg, washing the morning's dirt and mud and grime off of her skin so that it was smooth and clean as ever.

Sylvia always felt her best when she was clean, no matter the situation, and today was no different. Only when she reminded herself that she was in a stranger's house did she redden and curl up in the tub, feeling self-conscious. There was something strange about bathing in the same place where he had bathed, where he had also placed his naked body, letting out a sigh of relief, leaning his head back against the edge of the tub and exposing that beautiful throat of his... Ah, Sylvia! Get back to the matters at hand...!

His voice disrupted her thinking, thankfully, and she automatically ducked down in the tub so that she was almost entirely submerged, as if she were a kid hiding from a yelling parent. But it looked as though, once more, she had no reason to be nervous... He was just checking up on her, wanting to help and make sure she was all right. This time her entire body felt heated, and not just because of the heat of the tub. What had she done to deserve such a man taking care of her? And a stranger, too! She'd have to repay him in some way. But what could she do, short of--sleeping with him? Well, she could knit him something... A sweater, or twenty sweaters, or a big blanket that they could make love on that he could put on his kid's bed, or something!

"You can come in," she called out bravely. It didn't seem right to set rules within his house, anyway, even if he did it for her sake and privacy. Besides, it was hard to patch up her shoulder when she didn't have a mirror, and she'd appreciate all the help she could get. "Don't worry; I'll turn around!" Of course, Sylvia was still convinced that no man seriously thought about her in a sexual way, so she wasn't sure why she needed to hide herself other than for manners' sake...

Realizing that the bathwater was clear and he'd be able to see everything if he simply looked in, so with a squeal of surprise she immediately went into a defensive position, drawing her knees up to her chest and turning to face the opposite wall. At least she was clean and looked halfway presentable-- Maybe then he wouldn't think she was crazy!

Did an animal attack you? Her heart began to thump once more. Could he really be a werecreature if that was his assumption? A werecreature might have assumed that the whole ordeal was connected to the full moon--right? Or did other werecreatures just not want to take chances in case they were dealing with a human who didn't know any better? Ah, it was so confusing!

"...No, I didn't get attacked," she admitted, feeling heat stinging her cheeks once more as she realized that he was now in the room with her. Tightening her grip on her legs, she stammered, "I... f-f-fell out of a tree, that's all. Um, it's a l-long story..."

...Of course, he was well within his rights to ask just what the story was, but she'd have to think of another excuse!

I MADE A FUMBLING PLAY FOR YOUR HEART,
~~kelly~~ / 1506 / god she's hot for him already
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