Thread: You Will Be My Mate (Dream and Zig)

Nah, your night writing too much. I like it when my partners write alot, its way better than writing too little and it gives your partner more to write off of. I just feel bad that your writing so much more than me lol Blaine was in high spirits after his little encounter with Jonta. He couldnt help but feel good, despite still being under the annoying eyes of the Elders. Confidence filled and even clouded his mind, not even considering Jonta's feelings about the matter. In his eyes he had already obtained a mate. Finding his way over to his couch he practically pounced onto the soft furniture, reverting back to more of a playfull puppy in his glee. Turning on the television he had already been on the local news channel. Blaine barely watched any T.V. except for the local news, he liked to keep up with the local happenings and it just so happend that one of the main reasons he made sure to keep up with the human's news was for nights like tonight. Ears twitching at the mention of a murder, his eyes narrowed instantly and he sat up straight eyes glued to the television. Unconsciously, his grip was tightening on the remote in his hand as the reporter talked of a strange murder within a warehouse not too far from them. A low guttoral growl emmited from deep in his throat as the news progressed. Upon the end of the report and a commercial coming on, Blaine remained standing staring blankly at the screen, with the remote's plastic being heard as his grip tightened even further on the remote. Loosing himself in a quick moment of rage, he threw the remote against the wall, and what had started out as a growl quickly turned into what most would call a roar or maybe even a howl ripped from Blaine's throat and shot through the halls of the appartment. Following shortly, many soft clicks of locks being locked on each door sounded off. What had happened? Hadnt he told everyone to be extra careful? That they were to remain from killing the humans and keep a low profile? Eyes flaring yellow in the dark of his appartment he tore his phone from his pocket and quickly dialed the number he usually used. A certain wolf that he used to keep track of the small happenings of the pack, someone to help him when things got a little out of control. Whats happened? He roared over the phone. I thought I made myself perfectly clear! Who did it? He asked hastily attempting to get to the bottom of the murder as soon as he could. What do you mean you don't know yet? Well find out and get back to me! Almost throwing his phone as well he resisted the urge and placed it into his pocket. As he moved around his room he couldnt help but travel past his widow and it just so happend that he saw Jonta leaving the appartment and walking off somewhere. Normally he wouldnt care where a human was going at this time of night, but due to the murder and the fact that she was to be his mate he frowned and quickly opened his window. Making his way down his fire escape with inhuman like speed, he tailed behind her. Having known that he made a poor impression, he would prefer to keep as good a profile with her as he could and at the moment she didnt seem to fond of him. Even though he didnt care what she thought, he still would prefer she not hate him so for now he quietly kept out of sight and followed her.