Thread: Her Guardian, His World (Soul&Fadereaper)

-years before now- Vastrian had been watching her for some time now, as she lived in that home with that man. He didn't see beyond the mesh of covers over the windows but he could hear everything, his sensitive ears catching it all in horrific detail. Every cry for help, every tearful plea. It was met on someone who was tearing up the turf of the forest to wish to be able to do something, but it was difficult for him to especially since it would look odd even if he was a wolf. However as time went on something offered him his chance, it was the sound of gunshots in the distance from nearby their house. He could hear the mixture of sounds with his amplified sense of hearing, the panting as the young girl fought to escape her father. The loud cursing and the shots resounding from the man's fire arms as he gave chase, he had to do something or she would die. So he followed her and would be able to distract the man by rustling the grass, giving him a sound to chase and as he got further and further away from his daughter. Vastrian was able to prowl on the man with ease, the only sight the man had before those final moments. Was the sight of gleaming green eyes in the night, his fur was a dark moonlight blue almost like black. Eyeing her step-father, he wasted no moment. Charging and managing to tear the man to the ground, only to finish the man by tearing his massive jaws through his fragile neck. It was gruesome but it would easily be thought an animal attack, so while that mess would be sorted out. The large werewolf sought her out, when he finally revealed himself she would see the visage of the wolf. He was almost barking as if to lead her to follow him, and that is what he did so that she would be able to find her way back safely. He didn't know if she knew he killed her father, but he got her back safely and that was all he allowed himself to do. As quickly as he had arrived, he vanished into the night to return to his pack. -Current day- Now Vastrian was older, having been in the same college she was attending for a few more years than she and had already started toward working for his music degree. He loved music, especially his focus of the piano. In his human form which was the only one most people saw now days, he was tall standing at around six feet even. He had a head of short red hair that hugged his head nicely, spiking at his bangs. His eyes were a bright shade of blue, and he had a clear complexion of creamy white skin. His features and muscles were well defined at least for the average human, he didn't wish to draw much attention to himself in that regard. He merely sought to study his field and enjoy his career as a student, but something was to tempt the fates while he was here. Someone he knew not by just their face, but by their scent. He caught it on the wind, something he was surprised he had not noticed before. His lips tempted the word 'Belle' from his lips but no sound came from them as he mouthed it, he was watching as he suddenly caught the trail and was quick to travel through the small series of courtyards between buildings in this college campus and soon found her. Both cold, and on the ground from a recent tumble he heard. He smirked at the sight but would quickly disregard that in favor of rushing to her, and soon he was next to her and his voice would sound next to the woman. Excuse me, but you look like you could use a hand inside to the warm interior of the school. It said with a smile, when she would look at him she would see his outfit. He was wearing a red shirt underneath a black jacket, the jacket was made of a fine smooth material and its length ran past his waist and cut off just above his knees. He had a pair of black sneakers over white socks, and a pair of black cargo pants. The only other feature adding to his attire was a single golden necklace he wore draped around his neck, the end held a golden circle. However only one half was filled of this circle, it bore the image of a silver wolf that seemed to have its eye closed and his head almost resting on something not seen. He knelt next to her and without prompting was trying to assemble some of what had already spilled on the ground.