Thread: Girl in the Fire, Boy in the Storm (Absinth and Enigma)

That was an interesting insight to Werewolf culture, as far as Danielle was concerned. She knew a few werewolves, even knew one that would be considered the very First of their kind, and in a way, he was their God too, but he was so far disconnected from what Werewolves were to this day that it wasn't really a fair, or even really accurate, analysis to compare the two. It was kind of like comparing an ancient Roman king to modern day America's presidency. Sure, there were some similarities between the two, and you could compare them, but they still weren't the same thing at all. See, the thing about that is that Daniel isn't the kind of guy who'd settle down, and the fact that you out of all those girls was the one to catch his eyes says something to me. I could, however, be wrong one way or the other so we'll have to wait and see, I suppose She responded, then replied Alright, off you get then. I'll bring them to your room once I am done making them. And, on the subject of not knowing you well enough to ship you and Daniel, I think you're not giving me enough credit. Your little display earlier and what I know about my brother is telling me that you are basically my OTP now and that just watching you two interact is going to be just SO much fun. She listened to her words, then shook her head as she watched the young girl wander off. Oh, she knew mean, so did Daniel. The kind of Mean they'd seen so far outstripped her attitude that you couldn't see one from the others perspective. Besides, Carver's had a thing for strong willed women. If not for DAniel's Claim to Kiera, Danielle would probably be trying to flirt with her now. And while they'd been having their little girl talk, Daniel had been on the phone with Carmina. He was currently sat out on the front steps with his phone in one hand, the other drumming on the step as he talked. An' y'wan me to ward th' house so's you can know if annywan is on yer property. Gotcha. I'll get a few more Carmina-bots to survey th' groun's for ye The heavily accented woman spoke from her shop, currently in the process of soldering some wires as she spoke to Daniel Y'll have to suffer fer tonigh, as I am busy righ' now Yeah, that's fine. Just make sure it gets done. And keep your accent to a minimum when you talk to Kiera. I have a feeling she'd probably laugh at it Daniel stated, then hung up the phone. Well, so far his retirement from fighting people had backfired and gotten him into a situation where he was going to fight more people. In retrospect, this could have been avoided had he just dealt with it back then, instead of running off to join a battle that he didn't fucking believe in anyways. He always wondered what might have happened if he'd stayed. Could he have had a normal, well normal adjacent, life? Could he have avoided his family's history of violence and bloodshed? Eh, probably not. The joke Carvers are literally fueled by blood, aside from being redundant, was a well parroted one. He would probably have ended up killing people one way or the other. These thoughts were on his mind, instead of his 'wife to be', as he started around the side of the house, checking the walls and the plants along the way in order to see if there was anything that needed work. The grass had to be mowed, maybe fertilized, but the house was more or less fine. It was sturdy built and extremely durable so the 17 years of neglect hadn't necessarily done it enough harm to be noticeable. He might needed to get someone out here for a second opinion, but that could wait. Daniel arrived about halfway through their conversation, raising an eyebrow at them as he listened to their little exchange, watching the flesh slip away and reveal the creature to be something else entirely. He took a step forward, but just disappeared midstep, reappearing at Kiera's side as his hand shot out to grab the creatures neck, hurling him back across the backyard as he said The thing you need to remember, whomever the fuck you are, is that she's an acceptable loss in all of this right now. She's to my weakness as Zeus is humble. So how about you be a dear and tell me who the fuckbaskets sent you before I send you to hell?