Saga 2 Episode 39: The Noble vs The Savage

Walter CunninghamTahira

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXnWfx6bIVE&list=PLYNBny7IRlVlQVpe8xfJPnsRI2lEbpVyi&index=10 ) It was getting a tad late at Kasaihana High on this night. The sun was beginning to set and it was a half moon tonight. Walter loathed half moons, and wasn’t very fond of them. They gave him memories…bad memories. Begin the Lupus Dominus that he is, he relishes in the pain he’s caused and often pushed back the pain he once felt. Standing at the window in his classroom looking up at the setting sun wearing his teacher disguises. The shirt, a tad tight, as he undid the tie and loosened up the buttons to just below his pecks as he popped his neck and kept his hands behind his back. “Goodnight moon and good night you…mother.” Walter’s eyes flashed red as he shook his head snarling aloud to himself, rubbing his forehead. “I’ll be damned…why here…why now.” He leaned over his desk and ran a hand through solid black locks, uttering one word with complete and utter disgust.

“Mate…”

He could smell her. He could smell her, based on this and his senses alone he has seen her around the school and it pissed him off even more…he knew by her scent she was his mate to be but he couldn’t have it…he’s bedded some of the finest maidens in the growing modern era, but cared not for any of them an inch. He knew this day would come but it’d been put off for so long he almost neglected the one weakness of a demon: the heart. “I can’t have this…lingering around me. I have to kill it…kill her. It’s the only way to rid myself of any form of emotional weakness…I cannot let this go on…not a second longer…” he stood himself straight up, dragging his claws along the wooden desk with a hellish red glow in his irises. He stepped from his classroom leaving his back in the class, feeling this wasn’t about to take to awful long. He began to walk the hallways…sniffing over and over again. Defining his sounds and his scent to scope out the dark skinned woman of destiny. He had to find her…he had to see her…devour her…rob her of her wort and be ride of something as human as a “heart.”

Her bare footsteps had just begun to be heard against the makings of the hard wood floors of the gym the moment the crescent shape of the moon had begun to ascend to its zenith in the sky overhead, whilst the fading hues of the sun's light began to dimmer and fade into the depths of the horizon. It was a sight that the silver haired, brown skinned beauty known to most as just Tahira but to those here in this school she was Tahira Whitefeather, an exchange student just trying to get a handle on city life after spending so many years in the vast lands of the Skylands found rather reassuring as she emerged from the locker room and entered the gym dressed a pair of black spandex pants and dark purple tank top. Both of which did very little to hid her voluptuous form from prying eyes if indeed their were any still here in the building at this hour.

But after scoping the place for out for several minutes once she returned with her workout clothes in hand, she'd had come to rule out any possibilities that anyone else remained in the building or so she thought as she entered in through the south entrance by tapping her student ID up against the card reader that was engraved into the wall and proceeded onward in the direction of the training room in the hopes she would be able to not only make sense of seeing a wolfblood who couldn't defend himself let alone protect his pack if he had one but also calm down her own raging hormones long enough for her to think up a rational plan as to how she was going to help these young pups protect their own from current threat that the Warlocks now posed. “Whatever in hell that is.” Tah thought slightly still slightly agitated as her nose had begun to pick up on a scent that every since the first day she'd come up it whilst outside the classroom window was not only making her hormones down right erratic but it was also driving her and her wolf completely insane. Causing her wolf to become even more unstable that it already was, something Tahira knew especially now that no one needed as none here had the mental force of Kin to stop her. At least not yet any how, she noted placing one dainty foot in front of the other as she would proceed across the cool floors towards the metal staircase that lead upstairs to the weight room, where once at the top Tah would make her way towards the red large but heavy bag that was suspended from the ceiling and with as much force as she could muster without breaking it off its hinges, she would immediately begin to lay into it, several right hooks, then lefts, several upper cuts, and yes she even threw several kicks from having learned kick boxing as apart of her Krav Maga fighting style for good measure.

All in hopes that whom ever it was, that was making her acknowledge her femininity or rather her weakness as woman would hurry and leave the premises; Or simply to put it....leave her the fuck alone! Tahira didn't want a mate...not yet any how at least that what she'd tell her sisters back in Asai, who were all married with families of their own. While she just sat back playing the fun Auntie. After all there was still so much she wanted to do...and still so much she wanted to see....

“When a Wolfblood comes across the one they are destined for or life mate they can sense it. ” (~The Book of Wolves, Tahira's Entry, Section- Life Mates )

Tahira could hear the very words she'd written in the book of wolves being played back to her through the cerebral cortex of her mind word by haunting word prompting her hits and swings to only become all that more erratic in nature as the bag in front of her began to sway almost as if it were about to come off the hinges at any moment, “Of this I know...” she declared out loud believing that no one was about or at least in the room despite the fact that the smell was gaining grounds, meaning that whoever it was was quite possibly heading this way, “But why.....why is this happening now, now outta of all times when these kids...Mike especially need an elder...to help them against a foe that would otherwise slaughter them...It just doesn't make any sense...” her punches becoming more firmer and solid as Tah could feel her instincts starting scratch their way to the surface. 'Oh no you don't' she'd tell the beast immediately putting all the will power she could into keeping it at bay as she gives the punching bag one last hard swing and kick this time actually tearing it off its hinges and busting it wide open as it was sent flying across the room into several pieces of equipment. While Tahira herself stood alone, triumphantly looking on whilst desperately trying to catch the breath her work out had prompted her to loose, her soft caramel skin now kissed with both perspiration and moonlight making her appear as if she were ancient warrior queen of old, sight that might have made a man's blood run red hot since the shirt wore now clung so passionately to her amply cleavage much like the work out pants she wore.

Once she was done catching her breath Tah would resume her workout, heading over towards an empty yet padded corner where with only the light of the crescent moon to guided her she proceeded to execute several rounds of shadow boxing with herself, the determination to keep her wolf in check unwavering itself in her golden eyes as her mind set to the task of formulating what more needed to be done by weeks end in order to help the others outside of meeting, them all of course.

Walter followed the scent endlessly…traversing the hallways in search of the woman who’s scent no matter how hard he tired he couldn’t let her escape his mental. He came down the bottom floor hallway down the long corridor to hallway notable for it’s extracurricular activities. This is where the sport teams meet to train, clique up or…other unsavory things. As he made his way closer he could smell the scent growing…stronger. He couldn’t take it as his wolfish eyes would’ve flashed a hellish red the more steps he took down that long hallway. He finally made his way to the double doors outside of the gymnasium she was in…his hands behind his back he stops to stare at her for a while. Even a savage like Walter had to admire her body for all of it’s worth…the brown skin was already an add on to the body she had but the white hair and amazing scent only made her that much more…alluring. He hated every single second of it. He reached for the handle, opening up the door slowly and letting it creek open. He knew here keen senses would’ve picked up on such a subtle of a noise…he began to walk in one step at a time, his hands still kept behind his back as he took hold of his right wrist with his left hand.

“So we finally meet. Formally. You…can smell what I smell. Meaning you’re fully aware of what I am to you. What we are…to each other.” Walter would’ve stepped from the darkness into the light letting his facial features be shown in full. He removed the glasses from his face that were apart of his civilian disguise and put them in his shirt pocket protector. “No doubt you’ve heard of me wolfblood…and if you haven’t you must’ve had cotton in your ears for the past two and a half centuries. So you understand why this is entirely dangerous…” and yet as he was saying all of this he found himself drawn to her…stepping closer towards her…face to face, he was now less than a solid foot away form her, being only so much taller than the coco skinned female he looked down at her studying her features. His hands trembling behind his back…he wanted to touch her…so he could break her….”You are…truly a specimen of untimely beauty. Tis a shame that one of us won’t be leaving these schools grounds alive. Would you care to do me the honor’s and give me your name?” Walter’s eyes switched from their civilian brown to their hellish red. His claws popped out digging into his skin, she’d be sure to smell the blood…the agitation on his words. So many thoughts rushed through his head…so many ways to bed and kill a woman was all he’d had on his mental. It was just him and her..

Walter was a smart cookie, and after blatantly making a death threat he didn’t know to much how the female would react. Should he retaliate and lead them outside? That would be best…but that depended on her offense game and weather or not it was sufficient enough to keep this fight contained into one room. Walter didn’t know this woman…but physically he wanted to.

A casual smirk would curl itself over her lips as the heighten sensory Tahira had gained from her training with Warlocks was starting to make the hairs on the back of her neck stand. A sign that usually meant that someone was being quite the peeping tom, though it wasn't as if she truly cared of course. She didn't think herself really all that beautiful to look upon but apparently who ever this was did as their gaze was seriously making her skin wanna crawl before her keen ears would become attuned to the sound of the gym's door subtlety begin to creek open as if to announce her leery eyed visitor before finally coming to a close behind them. At about the same time Tah would've chosen to stop a punch in mid-swing lowering her already tensed up hands to her sides as she casually turned to face the direction of just where the footsteps were coming from, her lungs still heavily contracting and expelling his scent from their depths and because of her attraction to it she was about ready to strangle the life out of the human male like form that drew closer to her from shadows of the moonlit room as a result of it.

"So we finally meet. Formally. You...can smell what smell. Meaning you're fully aware of what I am to you. What we are....to each other." The voice of leery eyed guest would say heavily laced by a deep abiding French or Creole accent as with each step he took from shadows into the moonlight the more and more of what Tahira saw as a man of great caliber, slightly older than by definition in years and in power with very handsome facial features would emerge. "Yes I am aware of just who you are supposed to be but your presence is unwanted and furthermore not the least bit desired by me. Thanks. Now please leave." The sight of him removing his glasses from his face causing her wolf to slightly fan girl even more inside as she stands there still listening to him prattle on as to her having heard about him over the centuries when she in fact was only 4 years new into this life so no what he was speaking was imposible to her and made sure he knew so by the casual rolling of golden eyes. The young wolfblood taking note with her ears his measures to come towards so that the two now stood less than a foot or so away but clearly close enough that they could see the other's face. But even at such a distance Tahira found it hard not to want to feel his hands upon her....her own fingers burying themselves even further into the palms of her hands as moved to speak again. "As wolf most certainly not, but as a hunter perhaps your legacy found worth to be placed upon my ears. And I couldn't more agree..." The last part of her statement being more so a taunt than anything else. "You are...truly a specimen of untimely beauty. Tis a shame that one of us won't be leaving these grounds alive." Now it was here upon being threatening that Tah would give this person who was supposed to be her handsome Frenchmen aka her mate the most cynical look she could think of. As if to say "Pardon moi, non monsieur I think that its you that is mistaken." before using her graceful neck lower her head into her bosom before proceeding to let out a chuckle. Her keen ears still able to hear him ask her name in light of the threat he'd just made, the scent of old stale blood starting to permeate the air the moment she saw his claws beginning to extend from their beds the moment she went to lift up her head attempting to reveal to him her voidless gaze and volts of lightning that matriculated through them as her laughter ceased leaving with it a smile upon her face in light of his agitation. "Tahira...is there anything else because if I like to get back to getting you the hell outta my system for good, please." She'd say placing one foot in front of the other in similar fashion as he had earlier knowing full well being the gentleman he was rather she'd ask his name or not he'd give it as she makes an attempt to walk by him, though if allowed too Tahira would find that their bodies would inadvertently touch the others with ease causing the cords of already heighten tension between to become even more strained with each passing second they remained in proximity. But if not and Walter would indeed make good on his threat to hurt her by striking any blow against her person, Tahira would've already be preparing her next move as her chakra levels had already begun to move throughout every inch of body while in midst of her little display earlier.

"Tahira...is there anything else because if I like to get back to getting you the hell outta my system for good, please." Walter saw the sparks of lightning emanating off of her body and he let a small smirk slide across his face. A fang revealing itself from the corner of his mouth as he stared into the void of her eyes. He could see every detail her face made as she showed her anger and he’d keep it in mind…low low low key it was slightly adorable. “Tahira…slides off the tongue very sensually. And you speak French…Hmm…” Walter would’ve blinked only once before now noticing their bodies pressing against one another. She looked up at him and he could feel the chi oozing from her body. Pouring out and building up and his hands still behind his back as he finally stopped them from trembling but still kept the tension high…he wanted her. “I have to…” He thought to himself. “I have to kill her…be rid of her. Get her out of my sights and move on with my plans for the order…maybe she can give me some information…if I can just….raise a hand to her.” Walter let his hands fall by his sides, his claws peeping from his fingers as he found their noses now touching.

“Stop it…whatever witchcraft this “mating” ritual possess you must stop it right now…I have big plans and I don’t need some chocolate toned woman slowing them or me down.” The breathes escaping from his lips touching her own. He was less than a second away from kissing her and lord knows he wanted to…but the dark ambition inside of him wouldn’t let himself be taken in so easily as he gritted his sharpened teeth only to raise his hands up suddenly and attempt to grab her by the arms pressing their bodies even closer together now. Her chest pressed against his own, he could feel the softness of her breast…he leaned his head over to the right side of her face and started taking in her scent…ever whiff tickling her skin slightly before he ran the tip of his nose down the curve of her neck letting his bottom lip drag along it as well… his eyes were narrow..soft and gold gleaming. They widened suddenly however and next thing he knew his jaws had been wide open before he’d attempted to clamp his teeth down into the skin of her neck. The taste of her was as good as the scent of her, his tongue lapping over the bite holes he’d have made in her neck. A bit happy in the pants she’d have no problem feeling his member against her tight pants fitting nicely between her thighs as he embraced her with this bite. Had she not pushed him away instantly he would’ve pushed her away…but with a great deal of force.

In attempt he’d push her away and himself, both of them now breaking apart and sliding about 10 feet away from one another (20 in total) Walter used his claws to stop himself now low in a crouched position he’d look up at her with fangs bared, red smoking eyes fixated on her as if she was an enemy and even with destiny telling him otherwise, in this case…shew as. She had to be! He growled louder before his half wolf features began to show.

Unlike other Wolfbloods, Walter's mastery over his physiology is so strong; his base form is his half-wolf form. He can control every aspect of his body allowing him to maintain a human appearance even when in this state of power. His eyes will and can fool a person, as even in brown color, they are only that color because he wills them to be, to hide what he really is. The mythos say however, that because of his long years of living he has completely abandoned his human form, which explains why he is always in this state of power. Even on new moons, he is in an Enhanced Condition, as he has disregarded any form of "humanity'" he may have had physically...and mentally. He stood up slowly, still crouched over slightly, wiggling his fingers beneath him as he spoke through gritted teeth. “You don’t want this…I don’t want this…so let’s see who wants to be ride of the other one more!” Walter knew he had to keep himself controlled, especially in a public setting like this. His muscles began to bulge out a bit as the buttons on his shirt popped completely off, falling to the floor. Walters built chest exposed, with scars littering across it from the various battles he’s had with other beings, creatures and Warlocks. They tell a story he never lets anyone live to hear.

"Oui moi chere," would've been Tahira's reply through gritted teeth to his question in regards to her speaking French as her Warlock mother, and teacher Morgiana was both Haitian and Creole mixed by blood and had made it a point much like her training among their ranks to make sure that the then Nomack princess could speak another tongue outside of her own. As the young wolfblood manages to use what part of her will was left in order to keep her hands at bay from touching him. The desire to between the relatively apparent to them both as she would look up into his red eyes, in spite of his rage and see the emptiness and longing that lay there. A sight that would make Tah curse up under her breath in more ways than one. “Hurry up and get moving... stupid.” She thought to herself. “The longer you stand here the greater the risk will be that he will attack....and I know that with all that is at stake here with the others you don't wish to die... well not here any way.” Tahira continued on in thought, scolding herself keeping her head turned away from this strange yet very attractive man just long enough for her to move another inch or so passed him. It was only then that she would take note of just how much of a strain these course of events was having on him too as well as she saw that his own body language showed signs of tension especially in his hands which soon fell to his side without any hesitation. Prompting her to turn her head completely in order to to really pay attention to the matter just in case he might have been planning to call forth his power to them in order to strike at her. But when she did she come to realize just how close they actually where to one another as her nose came to touch his, further inciting not only her rage but also causing a hue of red to push its color through her caramel colored cheeks, as with their kind this was a symbol of the deepest affection especially when in their dire wolf forms and is often considered to same equivalency as a human's kiss.

Almost at once the stranger let off a growl ordering her to stop whatever power it was that was causing them both to do these things towards one another before informing her of his grand plan and him not needing her there to slow him down. His words making the silver haired beauty wonder if indeed he was the real reason that the Warlocks were here in Kasaihana to begin with and why the younger wolfbloods here were now forced to fight for their lives against uncertain odds. And if that was indeed the case Tahira would make sure that he'd suffered greatly for it....Mate or not, as her own claws began to extend from their beds. The young female suddenly getting the courage to end the excruciating torture of them being so close in proximity by attempting to shove Walter away with a push of her shoulder, a move that could possibly be taken as her spurning his advances even further as she pushes past him and tries to continue the walk she started to get away from him despite Tahira's own longing to have the Frenchman take from her soft full lips, her very first kiss. But of course the moment she went to turn to make her descent down the stairs she would immediately be halted by his grasp on not one but both of her arms, and without warning be brought back to that place of immediate discomfort as the stranger proceeded pull her back against him, pressing her soft subtle form against the thick powerful mounds of his chest and the rippling flat ridges of his belly. Both taunting her senses rather intricately even through the soft makings of the silky dress shirt that he wore...her lips moving to part themselves in an active protest upon feeling the excitement of his erection against her thighs but alas no words came out whilst her eyes watched him crane his head lower...then widen once she felt the bridge of his nose brush against the dark colored pillar of her neck as he took in her scent...each breath only heightening the growing yet strange need she was starting feel throughout every cord in her body. If this wasn't enough Tah would also feel his bottom lip being dragged over the curve of her neck furthering his incitement over her as she soon found out that despite her best efforts to move her hands upwards in direction of his chest in attempt to push him away that her body wouldn't lend her the strength to extend her arms to do as such, seeing as how good this was making it feel. So it there Tahira stood, almost practically ready to moan in like a dog in heat for a man she didn't even know who she was letting ravage her so. The thought itself alone was enough to piss her off to levels unknowns causing her energy began to spike and some how change in its nature... and becoming somewhat much darker in its refrain as she stood there literally awaiting for what was to come next and she didn't have to wait long too as Walter's eyes began to widen from their narrow state and his jaws drew themselves open, revealing to Tah his truest intentions. This being to give her what is known to all Wolfbloods as the First Bite, the wolfbloods equivalency to humanities engagement ritual.

“When a male Wolfblood bites a female, it is for intent, that he is showing interest in that particular female and to warn other males away. The bite mark does scar, the bite needing to be renewed over time, if the intent is still there.”\* ~ The Book of Wolves, Tahira's Entry, Section – Wolfblood Mating & Rituals

These words yet again resounded themselves into the cerebral cortex of her mind, causing Tahira to panic in ways none that knew her would ever believe as she tried against all, to free body from its frozen like state in order to try to escape what she deemed “was a fate far worst than death itself” But alas no matter how much she tried to move her arms or get any other part of her body yield to her it did not and as a result she did in fact feel the sharp piercing blow of his fangs embedding themselves into the soft delicate tissue of her skin, furthering the inflicted damage he'd already wrought upon to the alpha to be's pride and bringing with it too her wrath as the flow of power within her would've suddenly chosen this moment exploded the moment just as Walter would have tried to embrace her after using his tongue and lips savor her taste after marking her as his own to explode out from her from her in the form of several 100 volts of lightning after having converged itself at first within its host for several minutes and gathering itself around all the negative emotions that Tahira herself had been carrying over countless years in regards to marriage and such, before being added to those of having been violated in such way just now by...this..this man...and then to her already growing rage for being made to look weak as result of said actions and the being push out from her in a such a way that explosion or rather its force would resemble a very small but potent super nova in an attempt that very well might cause Walter and several pieces of weight equipment to blow back several feet or so from her person and quite possibly into nearest wall literally embedding him and  some of the weights that had been blow back as well dead on top of him burying him underneath them, as sorta a personal reminder to him from Tahira that she did not need him, nor did she want him. And if indeed this hit was successful Tahira would have stared out in the direction of just where she had blown him back to, the lightning's force still matriculating itself around her in the form of a sphere as she would proceed to turn and walk away from the scene, literally growling as she reaches up to touch the place on her neck where he had punctured her at rubbing believing that her body would heal it as it always does but was shock to discover that hadn't at least not yet any how. -C-

“The Wolfblood's saliva and the reason for the bite, cause the wolfblood healing abilities to not kick in right away as it would for normal wounds.” ~ The Book of Wolves, Tahira's Entry, Section – Wolfblood Mating & Rituals

Her mind would recall again only making her angrier with each step she took to leave this place. But if indeed her attempt wasn't it would be she who would be sent flying backwards across the room, in the manner which was stated earlier and forced to used her gift and enhance agility to try and do a quick somersault into the air in order to land on her feet and regain her balance, her eyes having taken note of Walter's change into what appeared to be his half wolf form but something was different about his...he was more..how you say in control of things verses she despite having come in contact with Moena. But regardless of just how much “in control” he was Tahira stood ready under the direct light of their mother moon ready to take him on as she felt with it light the power of her immunity to pain being raised to its half level as tonight their was indeed a crescent moon in the sky. Tahira listening to Walter's rant on and on through gritted teeth about the obvious course what was the obvious to them both, that neither of them wanted to locked down in relationship given what in truth was at stake in their own individual plans before going on say that they should fight to the death to see who should be allowed to walk away alive thus enabling them victory to continue on their journey. “Sounds like a fucking plan to me, but seeing as I have so much more at stake here than you, I already know I won't loose to self absorb prick like yourself...” The young wolfblood would retort back her feet moving into a kick boxing like stance thus tightening any loose openings she might have had in front of her so called “mate” as she wasn't going to leave anything to chance so that that he could get the drop on her as she had clearly had enough of everything that dealt with him especially after being bitten like she had. The thought of it alone was enough to make her wanna smash his pretty boy face in not mention the other discrepancies and offenses he committed against her tonight. “Well then come get some!” she'd declare waiting on him to attack. -E-

Walter would’ve stood himself up just a tad more looking at his skin and his surroundings a bit more seriously. While his shove attempt would’ve gone through even with the volts, Walter wouldn’t have honestly noticed the stinging of his skin until he smelt some of his own burnt flesh. Looking down at his hands he could see the cinders and a bit of smoke fuming form his upper half. He’d taken the volts, but ah his bodily control was more advanced than what the average Wolfblood would be used to for even an instant. “That stung…” he looked around realizing she’d actually knocked over the majority of work out equipment here. “…and did collateral. Indeed... Je dois vous tuer maintenant (I have to kill you now)”. Walter spoke with a snarl as he knelt down on one knee, his left one. Placing his right hand in front of him and letting his body scoot back slightly, his shoulder muscles contorting as he rotated them backwards then forwards in order to make a low lunge towards the caramel skinned female! His left claw reared back, to make one think he would’ve used a claw attempt but this was false. He balled his hand into a fist instead and attempted to bring it down upon her shoulder in a hammer fist fashion! Keeping his right hand close to his upper body, Should this have connected it would’ve sunk her shoulder in attempting to dislocate it with a loud “POP”. The weight of the blow also would’ve sunken her feet into the marble wood like texture of the floor cracking it slightly. A mistake in all honesty as Walter knew he couldn’t damage the gym to much or it would cause a bit of a panic in the school. Regardless if the hit connected or failed, Water would’ve attempted to throw a solid two piece combination consisting of a right and left straight punch attempt towards the area directly underneath the curve of her breast, approximately where her solar plexus would be. Each of these punches containing the literal strength of ten men…and even with that they’d only have enough strength to stagger her and send here backwards with a stomach pain and even this might not have been enough to stop her. He knew this…but the fact this was his mate was making his actions…less aggressive…less lethal…less effective. He furrowed his brow at this fact, an intelligent man like himself catching onto the fact that his power wasn’t going to be as effective against her. He’d have to use wit here as if the punches missed he’d be this close to her and open for something else potentially. His merit was about to tested by the fated love of his life. Oh Joy.

The smell of burnt flesh would've permeated the air around them, dictating to Tahira's senses that least part of her attack to repel him from her had been somewhat successful despite she herself being thrown back ten feet or so as well. Still it was a lot more comfortable with him being at such a distance rather than being all up on her she told herself, the irritability on her face not having changed as she moved a hand upwards to the mark she now bore of her neck. Her fingertips softly caressing each of 30 or so holes that were apart of its make up carefully as her lovely features soon turned from complete irritability to utter disgust. "That stung..." She'd hear him say before looking around at the room to see that he wasn't the only thing here that she had blow back into utter oblivion. "......and did collateral. Indeed...Je dois vous teur maintenant." In rough translation Tahira knew it meant that he was intending to kill her now as she retorted back, " Et il y a plus d'où cela vient , je vous assure de mon ami (And there's more where that came from I assure you my friend)! Now get on with it." Her tone ensuring him that she too intended on doing the same after being so casually disrespected. Tahira's gold hues honing in on his frame as it moved to kneel down on his left knee, her own body still holding it's position in attempt block any and all openings he might take as she switched to a more defensive stance of the krav maga technique just as Walter would scoot back some whilst comforting his muscles in both directions before crouching low in order to make his lunge towards her with his left extended towards her. 'Going low aye....stupid move.' She'd think herself still standing firmly in place like tree would be, solid and deeply rooted in earth. As she was fully aware that if she acted like animal that was charging so blindly in front of her she wouldn't be able to see the true deception behind the attack he was attempting to pull with slight of hand which in truth turn from being just claws into mighty fist instead the moment he went raise it for it true target, her left shoulder. The young wolf immediately attempting motioning right knee upwards as Walter did indeed take to the low ground first when he proceeded to execute his attack to begin with meaning that bottom of his chin would've been in direct alignment with it as she tries to bring it forward with such a force that if it connected it would have sent his neck flying backwards first and then back forwards in such a fashion that it would've given him major case whip lash to the neck yet enough time for Tahira place enough her enhanced strength into extended said leg with the intentions of not only performing a cheerleader's high kick to the butt of his chin with intention of severing his brain stem and spinal cord from other another if and when it hit up against her bare toes. Leaving Walter's lifeless corpse to be sent flying back through the airs of gym into nearest wall of concrete. Which despite its padding would've hurt to say the very least. Thus rendering both of his attacks fruitless in their endeavors. However if he some how managed to advert these connections of calamity Tahira would've succumbed to his first attack without fail however due to the power of the crescent moon over head she would come to only feel a portion of the pain and Walter's hands would come to feel something else too the moment he'd go to make his second strike against her. The structure of Tahira's skin would've changed from being oh so baby soft to something much more harder in contrast. Almost like the exterior of a rock or in this case it was more like tungsten steel as at the very last moment before his fist would've connected Tahira had opted summon the dark energies that were still around her in order to force her own body shift into its half wolf form. The impact of his fist hitting of course did send her staggering backwards a bit but Walter might have been more inclined to the pain part than she seeing as each punch held the strength of ten men, and tungsten steel is one of the strongest metals on Earth that once the hit connected to her solar plexus he quiet possibly might have broken every last bone in his right hand thus giving the advantage in this fight. As she attempts to grip the broken hand by the wrist with her left one and immediately tries to bring her right knee forward. Its target being his abdomen and if successful she would literally have knock any desire to eat anything out of his stomach for a week before allowing her hand to release his wrist. If and when his body does move to fall face forwards to the floor she would then proceed to motion her right arm which is bent at the elbow upwards first before using that very same hammer like motion to try and cause it descend down onto center of his back or be more precise his spine in attempt immobile him just long enough for her to escape . As with him being her ill fated lover Tahira had no true wish to see him dead that is unless he was insistent on provoking any further than he already had as she would try to leave again. And if her second attempt to evade him were for naught Tahira would've jumped back from Walter with ease very aware that if she remained in close range of such a deadly opponent that her pride wouldn't be the only thing that ended up bruised here.

Walter didn’t know what to expect when he came in for this attempt but a knee to the chin was definitely not on his list of them. The knee came in quick and fast, before he was even able to throw so much as a punch! His head went whipping backwards and his eyes were widened a good bit from the “wake up” call he’d gotten. “She’s a fighter apparently. Dammit her scent is causing me to make stupid moves.” He thought quickly and reacted the same as well. The knee hurt, and left a very nice shiner on his chin to bruise later, but he was far from out. In fact using the tactics of the hyper hybrid style, he would utilize the momentum principles of a flip, and instead of letting his body stiffen up after taking a fearsome impact his body would’ve mimicked that of a noodle by back bending in a complete and perfect arch! To end this his hands would’ve been moved behind and above his head during the transition of his body into his motion giving him a solid mount but most importantly giving him room to dodge his mates secondary add on maneuver with that knee impact. However that is the beauty of timing as the moment his hands slammed against the floor, her second kick would’ve already been launched leaving him idle time to bring his own two feet up and close together to attempt to impact her with the points of his toes, connecting to the bottom of her chin!

Seemingly eye for eye, Walter would’ve literally spring boarded both points of his feet up and towards his mates chin during her attack! If connected she to would’ve had a shiner on her chin as well interrupting any follow up action that might’ve come after that kick attempt. Walter however has never been a slouch on the hands, and after his many centuries of battle knows instinctively after making such a counter it was a massive offense that should follow up. As if the counter kick made a more than likely connection, Walter would’ve let his body motion carry out so his feet were back on the ground, lading on the toes of his feet only to move forward standing up to full height, and spinning his body to the right in a 360 attempting to slam his left foot into the center of her chest. If this kick connected she’d be able to feel a kick that came form pure malice and spite incarnate as not only would it leave a nice boot print tattoo on her chest but it’d tear the fabric of her tank and send her flying into the weight set 20 feet away from them. The weights clamping and falling onto the floor as her body would’ve curled into them. The kick depending on her durability would’ve put a crack in most people’s sternums and forced a pretty good bit of internal hemorrhaging. However she was a Wolfblood. This might only do so much as knock her away and even then Walter couldn’t find it in him to hurt her to a certain degree even when it felt as if he was trying his damnest to do so. If she was caught by the kick Walter would’ve begun to remove his shirt, and letting his body have a more natural feel rather than being constructed by clothing. “We’re gonna wreck this place…we might as well take this outside. If not, don’t be surprised if they start doing investigations around this place…”

However if the 360 side kick didn’t connect or was blocked/countered, Walter would’ve been more than confident in his ability to handle any shift in situation.

( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izYTskwE0As ) Tah watched with a keen eye as her knee made the connection with his chin a smirk forming itself on her full lips as she would've move to extend her leg only to see Walter's body rare back in a lucid matter, almost limp dare she yet to say it hence completely evading the kick she had so intended for him to receive. His weight dropping back into his hands as they too had begun to move backwards with him in the midst of his body's transition from standing upright to being arched upwards in midair. As if she were reading a page outta her own book Tahira immediately saw the pattern trend of forth coming attack and sought out means to end it, as Walter would use his hands as a secondary mount to push both of his feet out together towards her in an attempt to kick her in the face like a mule would when paining, whilst being fitted for shoes but with her own foot still in mid-air and simply not enough time to recall it in order to make an successful counter to block Tah was forced to take the blow of his feet dead on against the bottom of her face, her head going back slightly as result of the impact but seeing as the young wolfblood female wasn't a slave to her vanity like most of the women, he had perhaps encountered she took the hit in stride really not giving a damn about the mark that it would leave on her later on as she was indeed a fast healer. But the mistake that often came with a person doing this move however came with how long, the user tarried in mid-air... which was known to be her element as Tahira herself was indeed an aerial fighter and unfortunately for Walter his reaction time between his initial lift to his feet making actual contact with her face and then his attempt to drop down in order to stand was too slow thus giving her time to gain the upper hand, as with him being in such a position left him no where to go that is until gravity was ready to drag him back down towards the ground. As the young wolfblood would reach out with both of her both of her hands in the direction of his feet and try to latch onto them or rather his ankles by enclosing all ten of her fingers about them. Tahira shifting her gaze downwards to ensure that she had a solid grip about them so that he wouldn't be able to escape the fate that she had planned before moving to turn on the balls of her own feet, in attempt not only pick up the larger of the two up off the ground whilst he was still in midst of his hand stand, but up and over her head displaying with her power and strength of a Nomack chieftain too before proceeding to lower him down towards the floor and literally trying to impound him face first several times into the hard wood floor that lay beneath them. Tah being sure to give her mate, a very thorough and complete bashing from each side, point and angle of his body that she could think of and even some of them she even made up as she went along. From the walls to equipment and even the sides of the basket ball goal's pole, Tahira left no stone en turned as she held with her no pity or remorse for him as she flung him like a child would their favor toy behind them, quite possibly leaving him a broken nose, a fracture jaw bone, a few broken ribs, a broken left arm, and rendered his pelvis virtually useless...at least for now before she would finally let go of him, tossing him to winds oh so casually as if he was trash that she discarded without a care in the world. This of course would be so if her attempt latch onto his ankles was indeed successful but if not she would've watched keenly as he stood to his full height and attempt to spin himself to the right in full 360 direction before trying to slam the foot of his boot his into the center of her chest. A move that would've caused Tah to quickly react by extending outwards in front her both of her left and right hands to not only successfully stop halt the impact of said attack in mid-flight with palms of her hands but also grant her an attempt to try and cuff her fingers of her left hand around the center of his foot and her right about his ankle before she would moved to return the favor with that of her own as tries to extend her right leg once again in order to kick him. Her target this time however was the dead center of his throat, as having being caught in an angle that is 90 but not quite 180 degrees by the silver haired beauty wouldn't have left anything above the shoulders defenseless and open to attack , thus Tahira would have sought to try and use the bottom of her own foot to stomp out any breath air that might be traveling through his esophagus at that point and time. And with the amount of strength and speed she had managed to placed into such a move she might have quite possibly caved it in, in its entirety despite of how much it really did pained her so.

However if Walter was indeed able to avoid any of her attempt break into pieces, it would be Tahira that found herself knocked backwards into air.... her shirt ripped into two halves revealing to the man's gaze the laced purple bra that she wore underneath as she would come to....and her body curled up and around the makings of a weight set she had been sent flying into upon impact. The force from his kick only partially stinging her in the chest somewhat, as she would move to unfurl her body from the metal whilst popping her neck a little before following her mate's suit to discard the shirt that she wore. “We’re gonna wreck this place…we might as well take this outside. If not, don’t be surprised if they start doing investigations around this place…” She heard him say unaware of just what he meant by this as her golden eyes began taking note of the totally weight of destruction that their fight had brought on thus far to the gymnasium before letting off an annoyed sorta growl as she knew that he right at least on one accord before replying “Well at least that's something that we both CAN agree on, but do know that this by no means does this change anything...lead the way garcon.” would be her only reply to his words as she waited on him to do as such. Tahira of course keeping her guard up around the bastard as she was learning that he was oh so fffuuullll of surprises! And none of them much like their master she liked.

Walter would’ve hand his hands planted his hands behind him to find a successful connection in his feet hitting the base of her chin. FINALLY some satisfaction of hurting this bitch like he’d wanted to! However when she took hold of his feet and lifted him from his position he found himself going airborne. “Resourceful wench…” He murmured under his breathe. This was a slam; even a combat deaf person such as mike could anticipate this from a mile away. She was definitely the strong arm type with a tad of flexibility mixed and meshed in with it; as such Walter was going to react with finesse and a cool head. The complete opposite of how she’d been making him act before hand. When she reared her arms back to bring him to the apex of the slam, Walter would’ve incorporated the perks of always having a half wolf form.

With The Wolfblood most can precisely control their movements and muscles, making them unable to be clumsy or fumbling. They can slip through a network of lasers, reach through dangerous narrow tunnels, keep perfect balance, or juggle effortlessly without ever tripping or wobbling. The user can even move their finger or toes effortlessly, with tendon strain no longer being a problem. Users can only fall over when physically uprooted or pushed, though most times the user can land on their feet. Practiced users can stand up right on even the most unstable of surfaces, such as a moving vehicle, a collapsing building, or an earthquake. They also are able to regain balance or bounce back to their feet quickly and perform feats such as shooting a gun, throwing a knife, or fighting at seemingly impossible angles and positions.

Walter using this to the fullest extent. When she would’ve taken his body weight to slam it back down to the ground, Walter would’ve thrown his upper body forward; his arms spread back moving and swinging his body with amazing grace and force! The result of this being Walter using his brain rather than his brawn however as by flipping himself this far forward he allowed her grip on his ankles to stay but instead of being Iron clad Walter allowed his feet to slip not only form his shoes but for her grip to help give him leverage to slip his feet right from his socks! The end result being Walter cutting a full somersault front flip, attempting to let his arms extend behind her and his claws extended driving them up her lower back to her top back right through her tank top, and landing on the ground behind Tahira in a squatting position! When she went to actually preform the slam his shoes would’ve fallen on the front of her pretty face and she’d have slung weightless socks to the gym floor. Whether or not the claws connected and she found a way to even anticipate a counter attack from this angle Walter letting his feet pitter patter along the gymnasium floor as he sprinted for the double doors. “I’m moving locations, you can either follow me or try to kill me further or let me get some distance from you and leave me be…” Walter finished speaking while sprinting, burst through the double doors cartwheeling a few times before flipping 20 feet away from the doors of the school standing straight up and looking back in her direction to see if she was going to follow him or not. Sure he wanted her to go away…but she was a very dominant specimen. She may try to further assert her point in beating him here and now. The moon shining bright in its crescent form Walter ran his tongue over his pearly white fangs and popped his neck from side to side. Ignoring his urges…the primal desire he was doing his best NOT to enact upon her.

With both of them tied tit for tat, with a blow to the face and Tahira's attempt to slam the self righteous prick down into the floor harder than Bam-bam from the Flintstones would his club, completely adverted by the devil who used the the versatility of their kind to quiet literally slip from his shoes and designer socks and into the air . Where once there he proceeded to move his body backwards with same grace and precision that she too would display in order to do somersault that not only would put him in direct alignment to reach out and grab her from behind using the back of her tank as leverage to do so but also clawed her up worst than nails on a chalk board the moment it connected...turning her tank into nothing but scraps for a grandmother quilt here. A pain that Tah neither acknowledged or felt as she stood there neither shocked or amazed allowing his socks and shoes to fall effortlessly from her hands, the point of this stupid fight quite honestly being made clear to at least her if not him. And despite her hate for him...part of her after all of this knew that the Elder might have sought this union for a reason. The echos of Walter's bare feet upon the makings of the gymnasium floor being heard by her as he sprinted across the floor in the direction of the double doors that lead outside after informing her that he was changing locations seeing as they had already made a mess of the one they were already in. Tahira having to agree with him there as the gym was a complete and total mess after the first round of their bout. “You can either follow me or try to kill me further or let me get some distance from you and leave me be…” Walter said as Tahira watched him burst through the doors doing several cartwheels before moving back at least 20 feet or so from there from what she could tell with the aid of her own hawk like vision. Her right hand reaching upwards in the direction of her left shoulder in order to grasp the material that somehow was left sitting there and tearing it off before reaching up and doing the same with her left to her right shoulder. Exposing the dark purple laced 48 D sized bra that she wore underneath it as both hands tossed what remind of the dark material towards the floor whilst her own bare feet echoed against the floor heading to the doors that her mate has just gone out of but moments ago, her hands pushing the door open and allowing her white orbs to return to their normal golden state before looking around in order to locate him and then stepping out into the cool night air. Nature immediately greeting its wolfblood mistress with soft gush of wind as the flow her chakra would still be in play here, and cause it rotate itself around her picking up with it several stray leaves that were laying in the grass with each step she took to try and approach him. The winds dying down a bit but still moving as Tah came face to face with the stranger again. All in the hopes of talking some fucking sense into his ass, rather than fight any further of something as pointless as a non-existent relationship.

If he were to move to say something to her or even growl, Tahira would move her lips to say, “First of all just stop, I didn't come all the way out here to finish some little childish quarrel I came out here so we could talk like civilized adults. Now way I see it...umm what was your name again?” she'd realized that during all of this that she never once asked it even after he had ask her for hers and is he'd given it Tah would go on to say, “Walter...with the way I see it this world and this school is big enough for the both of us to co-exist in it without disrupting whatever plans or goals we have while were here. After all you're what a better half of a century older than I am, and it's obvious that you don't desire to be mated to me.....no more than I want to be with you. So why not make this easier on ourselves and come up with a better solution than bloodgent one another to death..hm?” as she would open the floor to any suggestions and allowing him to go first with a gesture of stepping back attempting to give him room stand closer to her if he wish to with her own arms causally wrapped around her luscious cleavage whilst she awaited to hear his list of demand if there were any to give to begin with.

Walter watched as she ominously approached him…every step she took towards him was filled with Walter wanting her to come closer…and closer…the urge to step back was overwhelming him form the neck down but his brain wouldn’t let him move. Wouldn’t even let him budge a single inch from where he was. Watching the subtle bounce of her breast with every inch she got closer to him…she was bold. Not afraid of anything and while in a woman Walter found this a very admirable quality…it wasn’t one he wanted to admire for any minute right about now. Not here…now at this moment in time. There they stood face to face with one another; Walter looked down at her not even going to so much as say a word. Just looking at her in the pale light of the moon. She went to speak and Walter kept his guard up. He didn’t trust this girl more than he could throw her.

“Walter...with the way I see it this world and this school is big enough for the both of us to co-exist in it without disrupting whatever plans or goals we have while were here. After all you're what a better half of a century older than I am, and it's obvious that you don't desire to be mated to me.....no more than I want to be with you. So why not make this easier on ourselves and come up with a better solution than bloodgent one another to death..hm?”

Walter’s eyes went from the hellish red to a simple gold hue again. He cleared his throat for a moment before putting his hands behind his back again and closing his eyes to nod at her. “You…make a point. Killing each other would be pointless. At least in your case. If I took your life, I’d consume your heart and from what I see I’d gain unimaginable power…” He looked off to the side. “However my body and blasted bond to you wont allow this…my request are simple. If you see me interacting with another Wolfblood do not interfere. If you see me speaking to someone who even whiffs of importance do not interfere.” Walter would’ve turned his head back towards her looking her in her hues and speaking. “ And if the idea ever emerges inside of your head to make any physical move towards me…of the affectionate, violent…or erotic nature. I will do my very damnest to kill you where you stand…no amount of whatever power you wield will prevent me from trying to eat your beating heart.” Walter kept his gaze on her eyes though within all of his field of vision the chocolate skinned beauty was making him rather…”Hot and bothered.” he couldn’t let it show or it would most certainly be the death of him. Then again…their distances only increased slightly as now without even knowing it, Walter would’ve stepped forward when she’d made her last step now putting them nose to nose yet again. He’d look down at her with shimmery yellow eyes before spouting. “Take a step back already.”

“You…make a point. Killing each other would be pointless. At least in your case. If I took your life, I’d consume your heart and from what I see I’d gain unimaginable power…” She watched him look off to the side still hearing him speak. “However my body and blasted bond to you wont allow this…my request are simple. If you see me interacting with another Wolfblood do not interfere. If you see me speaking to someone who even whiffs of importance do not interfere.” Tahira remained quiet still listening to his requests, his words starting to make her entirely certain that he was the threat that the Warlocks were indeed to here in town to deal with, which in short because he was in fact her mate only complicated matters even more for her because if he died she too might not ever recover emotionally from the trauma. A fact that caused her to drop her gaze from his own the moment he went to gaze directly into them as this entire time she had don't relatively well to keep her emotions, limbs, and other bodily whims in check for the most part whilst Walter....well not so much. And that she found odd as the older a wolfblood becomes the more resistant to the urge of mating they should become, or at least that's what she had written from the archives in Zanzibar into the Book of Wolves anyhow. Either way regardless of who was older or not them both being in such close quarters right now was starting to truly test the resiliency of the young wolfblood female. Despite the poker face she was putting on, her natural instincts continuing to hold themselves up in a position of defensive again the Frenchmen who stood out in front of her. Her own distrust of the bastard after all she had seen and he had said really making her wish that the Elder Okami didn't have such a sick and twisted sense of humor by pairing her with this...this...devil. The conversation of course continuing on as Walter would add on, “ And if the idea ever emerges inside of your head to make any physical move towards me…of the affectionate, violent…or erotic nature. I will do my very damnest to kill you where you stand…no amount of whatever power you wield will prevent me from trying to eat your beating heart.”

“Is that a fact? Well don't worry mon chfere, I have no desire to touch you as you have very much seen tonight.” Tahira begins shrugging her shoulders and ready to lay a bit of knowledge on him in regards to his 'threats' before proceeding onward with her own requests. “Well now let me go ahead and give you a slight education in that matter my friend, you see if you do manage to kill me and let's say consume my heart by me being your mate you will not only doom yourself to eternal damnation but emotion torment as well for having done so. Such is the fate of life mates.” her footsteps holding firm their place as it was he who walked upon her not the other way around here. “And seemingly since I no longer hear you speaking I will presume that it is my turn. As any idiot with eyes can see there are Warlocks teeming all over the place, and their aim is most certainly ain't to make friends that's for sure. I should know I used to be one of them. So my first request is for you to stay the hell away from any and all Wolfbloods as any wrong interaction could trigger a war far uglier than even you have ever seen with even higher consequences, I assure you. Secondly, when you see me heading in a certain direction and you just so happened to be on the same path please find another route to get there. I don't care if its to go to the bathroom find another route to get there. I don't wish to see you or know that you even exist while I am here. Lastly, if I get even the faintest inkling that you are the sole reason that the young wolfbloods here in this city are now in danger because of the hunters that came here, quiet possibly following your trail I WILL NOT hesitation to severe both the head between your legs and one on top your neck from your body with my blade.” Tahira's tone implicating that this threat was far from idol and that she didn't play children's games. Her golden orbs leveling with the full form of his physic and for the first time since they meet she actually stood there admiring..all of it actually. From his handsome face and pectorals that lay mounted on his chest to the hard taunt ripples of his abdominal, and chiseled sculpting of his biceps and fore arms that were kissed in skin that was slightly lighter in contrast to her own. Tah could tell from what she saw that Walter was a man of the wilderness, a kindred soul of nature much like hers was. And it was knowledge that actually excited her regardless if he knew it or not as did in fact continue to step closer to her sealing the gap between them again to the point their noses touched. The alpha male looking down at the smaller alpha female before shooting off the words, “Take a step back already.” Now as mentioned before Tah had done well to keep herself in check during this whole ordeal but for some reason, and for life of her even asked now she would tell you she couldn't explain...her self control over her instincts choose this exact moment to break. Prompting her to raise up her right arms in attempt to rest its hand upon his cheek, her thumb caressing it carefully as she would look up into his eyes with her own before using her neck to tilt her head in the opposing direction and with the lowering of her lashes, Tahira would attempt to press her soft full lips up against his own in a very deep but wild yet passionate kiss. Her lips parting in a subtle nature as she would attempt move her tongue out from them in order to offer it to him and try execute something she had seen once in movie. If Walter would've accepted the kiss he would've discovered his mate, to be something so pure that he might have been even afraid to venture any further with her as her inexperience and clumsiness did show through the motions she was making the flow of her chakra enveloping them as she would try to deepen it further quiet possibly getting better if and when Walter did take the lead, showing her how give a man a proper first kiss. Not realizing that they'd both had broken the rules of their truce already.

“Is that a fact? Well don't worry mon fere, I have no desire to touch you as you have very much seen tonight.” He watched her shrug and continued to look at her with narrowed eyes. She made it known that should he indeed take her life he may feel a terrible heartache that he may never be able to overcome…it might even kill him. A small voice in the back of his mind agreed that it might just be worth the death rather than having “love “ as a crutch. She then went on to list her own demands into the mix, to which Walter would twitch his left eye at seeing as how he thought this was mutual but it was beginning to sound like her scolding him rather than negotiating.

“And seemingly since I no longer hear you speaking I will presume that it is my turn. As any idiot with eyes can see there are Warlocks teeming all over the place, and their aim is most certainly ain't to make friends that's for sure. I should know I used to be one of them. So my first request is for you to stay the hell away from any and all Wolfbloods as any wrong interaction could trigger a war far uglier than even you have ever seen with even higher consequences, I assure you. Secondly, when you see me heading in a certain direction and you just so happened to be on the same path please find another route to get there. I don't care if it’s to go to the bathroom find another route to get there. I don't wish to see you or know that you even exist while I am here. Lastly, if I get even the faintest inkling that you are the sole reason that the young Wolfblood here in this city are now in danger because of the hunters that came here, quiet possibly following your trail I WILL NOT hesitation to severe both the head between your legs and one on top your neck from your body with my blade.”

Walter tilted his head up slightly. He had something to say to her rebuttal, something to tell her to get her to calm down some what. He wasn’t going to heed anything she said except for staying out of her way…he was going to make his known until he felt a hand touch his cheek. It was hers…his eyes narrowed and glanced down at her lips. “Don’t.” he spoke but she must’ve ignored him completely…as she pushed her lips against his. They were soft. Walter hadn’t had a meaningful kiss ever in his life time. It was always bait for the kill or just a quick fuck. This time as their lips collided and her tongue invaded his space he allowed it to be so. Lashing his own tongue back against hers and tilting his head the opposite way. He took his hands from behind his back and wrapped them around her slim waist, pulling her in and arching her back in his arms. Breaking the kiss for a moment only to reignite it and suckle on her bottom lip slightly. He let one arm go from her lower back to slide his hand down and take a firm grasp of the thick rump she’d had at the base of her body. He pulled their bodies so close together it was almost like he was conjoined with her and spiritually he was…unfortunately. Hate at first sight, he respected her admiration. Her dedication and unyielding resolve. She did not look at him for his legacy or his legend. She’d seen him as just another wolf bred scumbag, which…was a lot better than most things he’s been seen as. The kiss intensifying as he’d now place both hands on her ass and lift her up, only to force her legs to circle around his waist no, supporting her frame in his arms easier than picking up a pencil and starting to progress the pace of their lip lock to a more steamy one. The echo of a low wolf like growl emerging from his throat showing the oncoming arousal of the Lupus Dominus.

Even though Walter had spoke the word "Don't" in regards to her advance, Tahira did not heed it or rather she could not. The control she had so resiliently been able to show throughout all of this had come undone and was unraveling even more by the second as his lips embraced her own which. A soft moan slipped past them as her mouth welcomed the warmth of his tongue against hers as they mated in the heat of hot passion. For Tahira this kiss had been her first one, so in truth she had no clue that such a thing could carried with it such a deep yet meaningful connection as nor did she think that this monster before her treat her with tenderness as a result of it either.....as his hands soon found their way to the curves of her hips in order to pull her closer in before enveloping her in his powerful embrace. Her back arching towards him just enough for him to feel the warmth of her breasts against his chest. The fervent desire to have him intensifying the moment her body made contact with his as Walter would retreat from their kiss momentarily only to reignite it again, his mastery in seduction being show to her as he suckled her bottom lip. Which made Tah jealous that she wasn't the first to sample in his wicked delights. The silver haired beauty feeling the location of a hand shift from her back side to her ample bottom, grasping it firmly in his palm and using said grasp to pull their bodies closer together than they'd been before. Something that made her hate him all the more...as she let out another soft moan but she also admired his fearlessness and forthcoming nature. Even when she told him that was literally a wolf with Warlock abilities he didn't bat an eye.

Which was a lot more than she could say that others would do in the forth coming days once word got out she was 'sympathetic' to the wolves. She thought the intensity of their kiss picking up as she felt both his hands now resting on the underside each of her buttocks before being hoisted up into air, her legs parting as if on instinct in order to encompass themselves around his waist whilst her own hand fell from his cheek blazing with her touch a trail that might possibly feel like flames licking against his skin as she attempted to lower it down his neckline before reaching behind his head in order to cradle it. His arousal becoming apparent to her with each fervent kiss given her and her hearing low growl he was emitting from the hollow of his throat whilst supporting her full weight against him. Tahira too could feel the heat of her own desires thought being new to it all she could only described the erotic sensation as a strange feeling moving throughout every inch of her body especially between her thighs, which in truth scared her death as the kissing continued on.

Walter felt himself being taken in by her feel. By feel he meant the way she cradled him in her arms almost in a motherly fashion…it was comforting, a loving hold he hadn’t known in years. At least not genuinely felt in years so to speak. Feeling the vibrations from the moan emitting from her mouth inside of his own he took initiative to drop to his knees with a soft thud in the grass and lowering her softly to the ground…she was tough but he’d handled her with such care, even though she was the opposite of fragile and delicate. In doing his powerful hands made their way up the sides of her face two twine with silver shimmery locks of hair as he parted his lips from hers only for a second to look at her with glossy eyes. “Do something dammit…” He spoke in a hushed whisper but it was with the best of intentions. He spoke this because he’d have begun laying kiss after kiss on her cheek…each kiss descended down the side of her face to the skin of her neck where the bite was… his tongue lowering its down that curve until he reached her collar bone. The bulge in his pants was now in full effect pressing against the only piece of clothing that kept him from pushing against her love box even quicker. Boy did he want her now, maybe not intentionally but he damn sure physically wanted to bed her right here under the moon light but he knew that wasn’t a good idea. He was a gorge wolf and by nature he was savage. Walter had control over that when it came to killing but lust was an entirely different thing all together! Had she not done anything to stop this moment soon…Walter’s right hand would’ve slide up the smooth curve of her body to grope her left breast in his manly hand, giving it a soft squeeze through the lacy blue bra. His lips stopping over the top curve of her right breast to give it soft kisses as well before that sinister slimy tongue made it’s way out to play along the chocolate skin he’d be fantasizing about even after this. His tongue getting rather adventurous going to slide down past the bra line hitting the top danger zone of the area surrounding her nipple and had nothing happened before it was to little to late his tongue would’ve brushed against the dark hardened nipple, lapping over it repeatedly with quiet slurping noises. His hips bucking against hers occasionally to show what exactly he had in mind had this continued any further.

To say Tahira had been expecting to be laid into grass at least in such a gentle manner by Walter would be such an understatement major. But GOD....did it feel amazing being handle with such care. Tahira allowing his hands to roam about the sides of her face until they became entwined in the tresses of her hair, Walter drawing away from their kiss once more but for no more than a second to look into her eyes. The hush silence between them truly scaring her until he spoke asking her do something. Which in truth sounded more like a plea for help end this mad cap descent into lust they both had been plunged into that in truth scared her as she knew that this wasn't love. Walter continuing his kiss from her lips to the side of her neck where his bite was. The sensation causing one of her legs to part giving him room enough to feel the warmth beneath the pants she wore and also revealing to Tahira just hollow and empty the growing feeling between them had left her as her hips would arch towards his own hitting the mark of his arousal dead on. Quite possibly making him want to savage her even more as her hands traveled the length of his spine caressing it before finally attempting to come around his waist just as his own fell upon her breast giving it a squeeze. Tah by this point practically shaking in his embrace as in truth she didn't want this despite her body's own wishes, her hands doing all they could to try to make it up from waist to a stable place on his chest, where once there she put everything she hand in her arms and hands in an attempt push him off and away from her. Quite possibly sending Walter flying off several feet or so off into the woods past/into several trees that lay near the gym this is if of course he did manage to recoil himself to advert such a tragedy from happening. As to whether he did or not Tahira wouldn't have cared as made quick to get to her feet from the grass she'd lain in and using her enhanced speed made haste to get the fuck outta here, away from both Walter and the building. And if he sought pursue her he'd only find her scent only to have vanishing in a city of so many others.