Thread: The Fox and the Hound (Agnores x Candira)

Darrick nodded. The time period surely was an interesting one. I once watched -- he paused only momentarily before he corrected his little slip there. -- I read about several families who joined different sides of the war and were never the same again. Even today, those families remain related but distinctly split. Darrick hoped she didn't dwell on his little slip too much, and outwardly he gave no sign he even had acknowledged his mistake except by correcting it. He continued to watch the girl with the same relatively disinterested expression. He wanted desperately to get outside and to the Earth, and more importantly, away from this wolf. The thing that was keeping him from just leaving class early, however, was the fact this particular werewolf seemed genuinely oblivious to what he was. She wasn't the first werewolf ever to be nice to him, even Mama Bear failed to hold that title. However, both Mama Bear and this girl had a genuinness to their kindness that almost made Darrick want to believe there were good werewolves in the world. Almost. Though, Darrick had to admit it was possible that she was part of Mama Bear's pack. Mama Bear had been an alpha, she had explained to Darrick, but her pack had been stolen from her and she had never rebuilt. He had gathered from her stories that she had a troubled relationship with her husband, but he had never delved to far to ask. She had surprised him enough by being a werewolf who would prefer kitsune like himself stay alive. Much like this girl, Darrick hadn't trusted her. He had even been cold but then Mama Bear arrived with a journal describing each and every werewolf in town and what they were like. That journal, however, was absent of description of Rachel. As he mentally took note of her features to add to the journal, he realized Rachel was absolutely gorgeous. Her dark hair framed her face perfectly, and Darrick's eyes lingered over her features far longer than they should have. Darrick quickly changed his train of thought, remembering he was taking notes of her description solely to as Mama Bear about her. Yeah, only that. Realizing he had fallen silent for several seconds now, Darrick cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. This time, he seemed welcoming, and smiled genuinely, if lightly. Well, I do know a lot about the era. I'd be happy to teach you. He gave a nod, and at this point the teacher quieted the class and droned on about the assignment. They were to find some facet of the civil war and research all they could about it. At the end of the semester, they would present a paper to the teacher and a presentation for the class. The papers were solo projects, but the presentation was the group project. This research project would be on top of the normal homework and assignments given throughout the semester. Darrick was quickly rethinking how much he liked this class. When they were dismissed, Darrick quickly stopped Rachel before she could leave. Hey, since this class is gonna be a busy one, let's get started on our project as soon as possible. What say we meet over dinner this Friday to discuss it? Even Darrick knew it might be obvious that meeting for dinner on a Friday night probably meant more than just a simple project discussion, but he also knew it didn't have to. How could any man pass up a chance to have dinner with such a beauty? But beyond that, it gave Darrick time to question Mama Bear about her, and figure out whether she was friend or foe. And if she was foe, it gave him time to figure out how to put her down before she put him down.