Thread: The Perfect Mate (ldelgado1986 & Rage)

Rolling his eyes at Cariana's attempt to get under his skin, Ren simply cocked an eyebrow at her for a moment. He hardly even seem fazed by any of it, though it was true that he hated being called Warren. His father was Warren, he was Ren. That was something he made clear to people pretty quickly, and more than one pack member carried some scar tissue for having forgotten it. As she growled for Marc and Mitch, the twins of the bunch, to follow her, the two of them looked between themselves for a moment before practically scrambling over each other to follow her. Ren simply rolled his eyes and turned back to Emma, who was quickly trying to get away from the group. It seemed Cariana had succeeded in her attempt to scare the girl away. It wasn't even like he had been trying to sleep with her. He was simply curious, since he didn't really recognize her. It would give him reason to come into town more often, though, and he had to admit he was getting a bit restless being stuck in a cabin in the forest half the time. Some members of The Pack had a tendency to remain in wolf form the majority of the time, even when sleeping, but Ren would be the first to admit that he always preferred stretching out as a man on a comfortable bed over curling up as a wolf on a hard ground, and there were others with similar preferences, so the cabin had been constructed some time back. Watching Emma run up the stairs and out of sight, Ren shrugged a bit, looking to Jay, who had sat there silent for the most part and smirking. Well, I think we make the girl kind of nervous, he joked, drawing a wry grin from his packmate before pouring himself another shot and downing it. You know she only dragged them off to get a reaction from you, Jay said as they sat there pretty much alone, the bartender going about his business and cleaning up a bit. Pouring another shot, Ren didn't even look at Jay, nodding and raising the glass to empty it. I know, and that's exactly why I didn't give her the satisfaction of one. Besides, I don't do that jealousy shit. If she'd stop acting like I'm a piece of territory for her to piss on every time another woman is around then she might have had me in her bed tonight. It's not like I was trying to fuck the barmaid. Just curious about her. Nodding silently in agreement, Jay simply turned back to the bar and poured himself a shot before downing it. Ren had always been a bit strange about things like relationships. He had always treated sex as a casual thing, a physical act to fulfill certain needs, and nothing more. Of course, he enjoyed it, but it wasn't a sign of deep devotion to him. He believed that it had nothing to do with love or commitment. He and Cariana saw to their physical needs, as she also did with the other Pack members. Ren had also been known to roam into town from time to time and grab a girl for the night, but he didn't form emotional attachments through sex. If anything, he was what one might call polyamorous. He never saw a problem with such things as people taking on more than one mate, or experiencing multiple partners to find the ideal mate. He actually encouraged it, since their kind did tend to mate for life once a mate, or mates, were chosen, so it was best to make sure their choices were the right ones. Even then, to him sex was just that. It was sex, and nothing more. It was insulting to tie it to deeper emotions in his mind. As the two men sat at the bar, Emma walked back down the stairs and out the door quickly, not even acknowledging them as she made her way out. With a slight smirk, Ren simply shrugged and refilled the shot glasses for the next round... The twins had followed Cariana wherever she was dragging them off to, never of a mind to turn her down when she felt the need to take her frustrations out through a bit of sexy fun. Individually neither of them could really handle her in battle or in the bedroom, but their strength was in working as a team. They thought and acted so much alike that they played off of each other perfectly and complimented each other completely. Both were handsome, being identical to one another, standing almost as tall as Ren, though a bit more slight of build. Each had short, thick blond hair and green eyes, and both of them preferred remaining clean shaven most of the time. Their style was the only way one could tell them apart, since they tended to go opposite of each other in colors. Both dressed in denim jeans, Marc wore a white t-shirt and sneakers, while Mitch went with black. They were actually the youngest males of the bunch, being closer to Cariana's age than Ren or Jay, who were the two senior members at that point, Jay being the oldest. Finally Marc spoke up as they tagged along behind Cariana. So...where are we going anyway?