Lives Collide

[Zaira Burke]

I pad through the shadows, my paws making no noise on the pine straw. My grey coat wasnt the best for camouflage, but I knew no one came around here. It was odd- this was the very heart of our territory and there wasnt a soul. Perhaps we just prefered skirmishes with the Vampires to peace and quiet, but I wasnt going to question my Pack. I morph up into human form as the old cabin appears before me. The trees didnt even make a clearing for the building, just stood around it in a tight circle like guardians. I pull my iPod out of my backpocket of my jean shorts and turn it on as I ascend the stairs. I pull open the door to the log cabin and shut it firmly behind me. I walk over to the moth eaten plaid couch and flop down on it, turning my brown eyes to the screen as I clicked on Sunsets are for Muggings by LeATHERMOUTH. I pull out the cord for my earbuds and turn it up as loud as it'll go, bobbing my head in time with the opening drums.
Song Link: www.youtube.com/watch?v=IHqEgbaOSSo
Outfit: Jean booty shorts, plain black tank top, neon green Vans. (Polyvore isnt working)

[Rego Pierson]

Rego pushed a hand through his blonde brown hair, eyes narrowing against the flaring sun. On the high cliff he was on, nearly everything was visible of the new pack lands he planned to acquire. Something caught his eye, a white dot. Upon closer inspection, Rego spotted a white wolf. He grinned, teeth already growing into wolfish form. الذئب الأبيض قليلا، أنت بوابتي إلى حزمة. (Little white wolf, you are my gate to this pack.) The full wolf transformation came over and he grimaced as is spine twisted and entire structure and cells changed. It was harder than wolf to human. His blonde pelt looked dirtier than the stark blonde of the feminine canis he saw only moments ago. Rego half slid, half ran down the rocky incline he stood atop, ending up where she had walked moments ago. Ahead of him, he saw the wolf's body drawing towards the sky, her body becoming that of a young woman. Instinct of a wolf kicked in and he lowered to the ground, claws sinking into the soft dirt under him. A low growl bubbled up, but he quickly stopped and shook his head, lolling out his tongue. Rego trotted after her. Lucky for him, her white lavender hair flashed every time the sun caught it and he kept up with her nicely. When he got to the door, Rego shifted and pushed it open, watching as the claws became nails, fur became fine hair. He looked around the cabin and spotted the girl listening to music. It reached his ears across the room, so he took three large steps and was right behind the couch. Rego bent down and pressed his lips to the hairline above her forehead. Honey, I'm home. He said in a cheery tone, jumping over the couch to sit beside her. Rego gave his best smile, hoping she wasn't a moody wolf.

[Zaira Burke]

Frank's screaming/yelling voice drowns out the sound of the front door opening, though my eyes catch how the lighting in the room changes. I start to turn around when a soft pair of lips plant a kiss on my forehead and I squeal, hand lashing out to loudly thump his across his chest as he jumps over the back of the couch to sit beside me. I drop my iPod to the couch and jump onto the floor, my hands already turning into paws and my body growing grey fur. My lips curls back over my sharp canines, a growl rumbling from my throat. My brown eyes had stayed the same, and they looking the newcomer over appraisingly. I had to admit, he was pretty hot. I let my growl slow to a stop but decide to stay in my wolf form. I straighten up to a more casual stance, though I wasnt ready to shift back yet.

[Rego Pierson]

Rego smiled pleasantly as the girl morphed to a wolf. He would himself, but it was already too soon for his likes. A flicker caused his dark green eyes to lighten, a shimmer falling over them. It was his wolf eyes, the only part of him he allowed to change in front of the girl. You're to beautiful to be such an animal. Really, I sympathize your loving of our mad disease. Rego twisted a button on the knee of his pants, knowing she would most likely jump down his throat about cursing the werewolf species. But, unlike him, she'd probably been born a were. He was four when he was bitten, taken from his parents and every one he loved in Arabia. Even then, people knew he would be a smart child. The man who had turned him, Alzar, brought him to America to be adopted into a pack. Rego thinks this is where he came down with his nasty streak of rebellion and always had a certain 'pitty me' attitude. Thankfully, that attitude left long ago. He turned his attention back to the white wolf near him, staying away from his travels along the world. There was nothing else he could say at that time, he'd have to wait for her to chew his head off. Hopefully not in a literal way.

[Zaira Burke]

I hated that smile. Soo.. I didnt know how to describe it beside infuriating. He looked as if he didnt have a wolf staring him down. I shift of my paws slightly before finally deciding to screw it, I'd change back. I cross my now human arms over my chest, giving him one of my 'not amused' looks. "Thanks, now, toss me my iPod." I say, nodding my heads toward it. I'd hit the mute button on it when I'd dropped it, I think. Either that or the damn thing was broken. "And I like having this 'disease'." I add, moving over to sit on the arm of the couch farthest away from him. No matter how much I didnt like him, I was social by nature and just couldnt stay quiet. "Who're you, I havent seen you around." I as, leaning back against the couch.

[Rego Pierson]

Rego spotted the device on the ground and he tossed it at her with a flick of his wrist. As it hit her palm, square on, he leaned back against the couch and rubbed a hand over the side of his face. Truthfully, he didn't want to tell her who he was. If not already noticed, he had a bad reputation, not that he ever had a good one. Rego. He finally said, hoping she might have not been a social butterfly. But, it was a high hope as she was already talking a great deal for someone who didn't seem to like him well. Now return me the favor. What's your name? Rego had pulled out his own phone at the sound of a text, frowning at who it was. His step-father was once again prodding into the grown man's business. He even had a job and apartment of his own. But, Rego remembered, his rich step-father had paid the first three payments on renting it.

[Zaira Burke]

His aim was good, I had to admit. My iPod lands squarely in my palm and my fingers close around it. I pause the song that was currently playing before turning the volume down to a more normal level. Rego, it was an odd name. I cross my long legs over each other, tucking a grey strand of my hair behind my ear absentmindedly. "Zaira." I reply, flashing him one of my awkward-moment-soothing grins. I was great with people and conversations, I really was. "What brings you here? No one ever comes out here." I ask, my brown eyes resting on him curiously. And, it was a strange occurence to get people passing through or moving in- we had a high population of Vampires and Werewolves, but most were born or turned here.

[Rego Pierson]

Rego turned his head sideways and narrowed his eyes, making a thoughtful face. How had he stumbled upon that cliff? The best that came to mind was his strong anger at the ex-pack of his, somewhere in New York. Maybe he had still been angry at them and just walked his way to Ataraxia. Darling, I've been everywhere but here. It was only protocol. He flashed her a charming smile, canines longer than a normal human beings, but not completely grown out. Then he pushed a hand through his brown/blonde hair and ran a fingernail of his tooth unconsciously. It was a habbit, though he didn't know why. Zaira. Isn't that an odd name? Beautiful, no doubt, but odd. Rego looked at her closely as if memorizing each detail of her, but did it discreetly so as not to look more engrossed with her than when he had given her a cute kiss.

[Zaira Burke]

I run a stray hand through my odd pale hair absentmindedly, my brown eyes glancing up at Rego curiously as he said he'd been everywhere but here. He wasnt really answering my question, or at least not the way I wanted him to. But, I decide not to persue the topic if he didnt want to talk about it. I give a small, polite nod and look down at my iPod, flipping through pictures boredly. I make a face as one of Jon comes up, and I press the 'delete' button- why did I still have a picture of my ex? "Thanks." I say simply as Rego compliments my name, giving him a confident grin. He was pretty cool, and interesting. Maybe I'd wait a while ebfore 'taking him to my leader', as I was sure he wanted me to- get to know him. "Where are you from? I ask, looking back at him.

[Rego Pierson]

Rego put his hands over his forehead and thought about what he would say in reply to 'where he was from'. Deciding just to go with a natural response, Rego pulled his legs up beside him and and stretched them across the couch. If you want to sit down, I'll move them. But, where I'm from. It's quite interesting, actually. I was born in Arabia, but my mother and father died when I was four and a distant relative adopted me and brought me to America. That's when he bit me and I turned into a werewolf. Now, don't get all mushy, I didn't have much of a life by then. When I turned fifteen, I moved back to Arabia but found out that everything had changed and instead went to Finnland, but just long enough to learn the language. Nude colony- not my cup of tea. Speaking of, do you have any tea? Anyway, then I went to Spain and had the best time ever there. I don't even know why I moved back to America, honestly. I guess something just called to me.. Rego shrugged and looked anywhere but Zaira.

[Zaira Burke]

I watch as he puts his hands over his head thoughtfully and I nod, shoving his legs out of the way so I could sit down normally from my position on the arm of the couch. I scoot back to the side slightly as I brush up against him, deciding to keep my distance. I still wasnt too sure about him, but he still piqued my interest. My brown gaze turned upon him and I listen intently as he told me his story. My eyebrows raise slightly as Rego tells me he was bitten and turned- everyone around here was born as a Werewolf, it was a little surprising to me. Sounded like how Vampires were made or some creepy crap like that. "I dont have tea.." I say slowly, looking down at my hands. I'd gotten ahold of some moonshine a while back, and I was sure the two jars were still hidden in the cupboard. But, they were mine- I'd payed for them myself. "My story is nowhere enar as entertaining as that." I reply simply, a soft chuckle coming from me.