Thread: Blood Moon Pack RP (NTI and BurningWillows)

Katerina watched her walk away and turned to her brother, arms refolded, Do you see what I mean? This was pointless. You made an impression. That's never pointless. Kat passed him as she climbed the steps back towards the mansion that was hers and her brother's home, sitting on his estates. She paused on his step, but didn't look over, Soft hands Alex. That's the impression she got. Soft hands. Bloody hell hounds. She continued walking as Alexander smirked and turned to follow, There is nothing wrong with soft hands Katerina. You are a healer. Not a warrior. Kat turned sideways at the final step giving him a look, But that doesn't make me any less of a fighter. Focus less on me brother and more on yourself. One of your ranks challenged your decision just now, and you said nothing. She has a right to be upset. She will learn. Always the calmest. Katerina sighed and walked away, opening the great mahogany doors into their luxurious modern entry hall, complete with marble floors and a grand staircase. Her wing was the upper left, containing her study, bedroom, and ensuite bathroom. There was a library and a guest bedroom as well down that wing, but it was currently empty and being used for storage of many pieces of artwork Alexander had acquired but not yet put up. Climbing the stairs, she disappeared down her hall back to her study. Hell Hounds. Always full of anger and aggression, never easy to make friends. She didn't know how she was going to do this. She had been studying Terra's files, looking for a place to start. But she still didn't know where. After an hour of paperwork and getting nearly nowhere, Kat pushed her chair back and sighed, running her finger's through her hair. Terra's comment about her soft hands was still annoying her. It had come off her tongue like an insult. Alex wouldn't like her chewing on it though, and she wasn't getting any work done while she fussed over her new patient. She needed a breather. A break. She left her study and headed downstairs and out one of the back doors, into the courtyard with the pool, poolhouse, and patio area which sat just before the gardens. She cocked her head at the pool then glanced to the gardens. A walk or a dip? The day was warm and sunny, not a cloud in sight. A dip would be nice. With nimble fingers she tugged her top off, revealing a pretty lacy white bra , with matching underwear as she tugged down her shorts and stepped out of them, leaving her clothing behind. She did a perfect dive into the water, reaching the bottom floor and springing off of it to rise back to the surface, flinging her hair back as the sun danced on her face. She breathed in then dived under again, starting to swim from one end to the other without taking a breath, her were skills allowing her to go longer underneath. She broke the surface again then dived and repeated her swim back to the deeper end, touching the wall. The pool water was cold but not freezing, a nice delight on a warm day. She swam back and forth, until she felt calm enough to climb out, swimming to the closest ladder, near the poolhouse. Climbing out, water dripped off her gorgeous body, next to nothing hidden under her wet white undergarments, her nipples hard from the cold water. She wrung her hair out, turning to look back at the pool then started to walk back to her clothing, feeling a little less uptight. Maybe tomorrow would go better than she hoped. Maybe Alexander was right. She could do this. She had done this dozens of times. It was another Hell Hound. A top Hell hound, with outstanding records and feats, but still a member of the pack. Picking up her clothes she glanced at the poolhouse then walked inside the mansion, heading for the shower.